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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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[t65]

[Luke struggles not to roll his eyes, and believe me, it's a struggle.] Some people here call them robots? [What a dumb name.] Androids?

[earthandpine]

[She can hear that eyeroll, whether he actually does or not, and Rosethorn snorts.] I'm from a planet with no advanced technology at all. I don't see that the terminology makes much difference.

[A beat, and then she grins.] And I have one, actually. It helps in the garden and carries an oxygen reserve for me.

[t65]

You probably have some! How do you farm?

[Irrigation is the most advanced.]

Oh! Where did you get it?

[earthandpine]

There's not much besides care required in my part of the world. I'm lucky enough to have decent soil and relatively consistent rainfall. I've traveled to places with hand-built irrigation systems or very carefully selected plants because their soil can't support most crops.

[People were managing irrigation on some scale long before machines helped with it.]

It came in the monthly mail. To the best of my knowledge, it's the only one of its kind on the ship. You're welcome to come see it if you'd like. I'm usually in the gardens, and I keep it with me.

[t65]

That's still technology! My aunt used to say it's all about how you look at it. [And she'd know.]

If you don't mind, I'll be right over. I've been meaning to take a look at the gardens...

[earthandpine]

If you say so. We're as likely to depend on magic as technology in any case.

[She says it matter-of-factly, and Luke will probably get a look at Rosethorn's magic when he makes his way over to the gardens.]

I'll see you soon, then.

[t65]

[Luke shows up with a small toolkit and a curious expression. Since he no longer has the benefit of communicating via video, it's easy to see he's missing one hand, his right arm ending just before the wrist.]

[He means to seek Rosethorn out immediately, but he gets distracted by the sheer volume of plantlife in the garden. Yes, he saw a verdant world on Yavin, but he was there for so little time...]

[Rosethorn will find Luke gaping up in awe at a climbing vine, or a raddish. It's all so colorful...]

[earthandpine]

[He might have more cause to gape when Rosethorn makes her way across the garden. That vine Luke's been admiring reaches down, slowly stretching out toward her. All of the nearby plants lean in a little, like they would turn toward the sun given enough time.

Calendula follows her over, hovering nearby.]

Hello. I'm Rosethorn, and this is Calendula.

[t65]

[Luke looks over, and his wide-eyed wonder remains firmly in place. When Rosethorn introduces herself, Luke snaps out of his repieve just slightly.]

Oh! Luke Skywalker; it's good to meet you. [He holds out his hand for a shake, remembering, finally, to use the left one.]

There are so many plants... I've never seen anything like this.

[earthandpine]

[Rosethorn doesn't have to hesitate and correct which hand she gives Luke because the gesture hasn't become habit yet. Handshakes are as new to her as all the technology aboard the Moira is. She reaches out with her own left hand because it makes sense given the one Luke's offering her.

Calendula beeps a quiet greeting.]

You mentioned irrigation before. Are you from a desert?

[t65]

[Luke nods.]

We were moisture farmers, but my aunt was a hydroponicist. She always wanted to have enough moisture to do real irrigation.

...And then I disappeared for most of May, sorry.

[earthandpine]

I can't imagine living in that environment. I'm so used to my gardens. I've visited desert countries and tried to bolster their farms, but home is green.

[She looks around the garden gratefully. The plants here are the only reason she hasn't sunk into a pit of deep depression, being off in space rather than having the comfort of earth under her feet. Rosethorn is an earth temple dedicate as well as a plant mage who depends on green things for her magical strength and emotional stability.]