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[t65]

[Hey, it's Luke Skywalker, sitting at his pastel desk. There's plenty of junk littered on it, mostly scraps of droid parts and tools, but the inquisitive observer will notice a few mystery vials of colorful chemicals, and a hypo of fast-penta scattered among the rubble.]

I noticed there aren't any service droids on the ship-- when I mentioned that to the captains, they said I should... make some? [Luke has a distinct look of 'what have I gotten myself into' on his face.] We definitely need some mouse droids and basic repair droids-- we already have good engineers, but this would help them out in a pinch. Do you think we need gonk droids?

[Well? Do you?]

Have you noticed any droids we could use? A 1B prototype couldn't hurt...

[That's right, request a droid, Luke might be able to make it for you eventually. He's serious. Though they probably won't have much in the way of lively personalities, who doesn't want a robot?]

Oh- and Doctor Yewll? Mr Banner? Ed? I know we discussed some kind of prosthetic... if I'm going to be making droids, I might need that sooner than later. [He kind of cringe smiles before cutting the feed.]

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[straightouttacarbonite]

Lucky break.

[Hey, sooner or later the odds are bound to turn the right way.]

[t65]

Or, what, they were waiting around with a room full of droid parts? [Luke holds up a hydrospanner.] What's on this ship, Han?

[straightouttacarbonite]

Don't ask me where it comes from. Or how they know what we need.

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But there's got to be someone in charge of it! [Whiny conspiracy theories. You're welcome, Han.] It's not- magic.

[straightouttacarbonite]

Of course it's not magic.

[NO SUCH THING, KID.]

But I'll admit, it's kinda impressive.

[Case in point: he tilts just a bit so the video focuses on the space behind his shoulder. It's not in perfect focus, but the indistinct bulk behind him is recognizably the Falcon.]

[t65]

[Luke narrows his eyes at the ship behind Han. In a few years, maybe, when rescuing Han has become an all-consuming task, he'll come to love that blasted ship. Now? There's a hunk of junk over Han's shoulder, and as the video focuses Luke comes to realize it's Han's hunk of junk.]

Oh! I guess they decided to take some pity on you, huh?

[straightouttacarbonite]

[How dare you, Luke, this ship is a treasure.

Han is not bothered by that underwhelming reaction, though. Well, not any more than usual. He's also too pleased by having his ship to pay it much mind.]

The portal thing outdid itself. Next month it's gonna have to deliver a moon or something.

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[Dryly,] Or a working hyperdrive. Does it fly?

[straightouttacarbonite]

[He's quiet for a little too long.]

I'm not gonna risk letting them flood it with whatever that is they use on the transporters.

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[Luke attempts to play nice:] Do you want some help looking at it?

[He may need... a lot of help.]

[straightouttacarbonite]

[Luke, how is that implication nice? the Falcon is an excellent ship, damn it.

She just... needs a lot of attention sometimes.]

Nah, I'm not worried. Looks like she's in good shape.

[t65]

[He was offering to help!!!]

How can you t- [Oops.] Tell... me if you need any spare parts.

[straightouttacarbonite]

I just need us to get clear of that decrepit old tomb down there.

[t65]

The hangar? It's not that bad, is it? [If Han's talking about something else, Luke hasn't been around long enough to get the reference. Ugh, he hates that feeling.]

[straightouttacarbonite]

The prison.