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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.]

Comments

[t65]

Well, what was I supposed to do? I can't just ignore him!

[redshitlord]

I dunno! But not. That! Probably!

[t65]

Not what?

[redshitlord]

Talking to him!

[t65]

How was I supposed to- Ugh. [This is silly.] What did he do to make you so... to make you dislike him this much?

[redshitlord]

I don't know, dude! He's just -- bad news!

Riptide said a lot of stuff about him. And I trust Riptide. He said he's killed ... a lot of bots. And tortured them. That's Autobots! The soldier kind! He'd probably do worse to humans!

[t65]

[Opens mouth to argue.]

[Closes mouth.]

I... you don't have to worry about me, Sideswipe. I'll be careful.

[redshitlord]

Okay. Okay good.

I mean, I'm with you here like one hundred percent, dude, this guy starts scrap and it gets under your plating worse than gravel. But Riptide's scared of him.

And Riptide's huge! And fought in the war! I think!

[t65]

You think? [Said with fond humor.]

I promise I won't meet with him... unless I'm with a great warrior, alright?

[redshitlord]

Okay. Okay, cool. Good.

...

So if you make 'droids' and stuff. Does that mean you know how robot parts work?

[t65]

[This just means Luke has to take Ben to robot prom.]

Uh- yes? But I'm beginning to feel like this is a sensitive issue... [Please don't make him say something robot racist again, dude.]

[redshitlord]

Maybe to like. The old guys.

But... we totally don't have anyone who's like... a medic bot. I mean, I asked Rey and Anakin if they could help, but the more the merrier, right?

[t65]

[Rey and Anakin.]

[Rey.]

[And Anakin.]

It sounds like you need all the help you can get. Let me know if you need me.

[redshitlord]

Yeah, we probably will. With Death-A-Tron wandering around and all.

Thanks, Luke. Really.

[t65]

It's no problem. I hope I can help. But I... hope I don't need to, too.

[redshitlord]

Yeah, buddy. I get you.

I hope so too.