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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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[knaval]

Yeah. I'm getting more used to interacting with you little guys.

[he watches luke talk to stumpy, then puts him down and lets him roll forward, beeping. riptide retracts his hand and curls it under his chin.]

I wonder if he knows he's not in danger of being stepped on right now. [he looks back up at luke.] I only ask that you don't remove the Autobrand on him. Everything else is fair game.

[t65]

[Luke considers the negligable wisdom of being a 'little guy'. Well, he can't wait for these guys to meet Han... He reaches out to Stumpy and pets his head.] The Autobrand? What's that?

[knaval]

[riptide points to the red symbol on his own chest, then at the one on stumpy's back.]

That. He's an Autobot for putting up with our mess after we blew up the wall, it was decided.

[t65]

You're- branded? [Luke says it in a whisper, somewhere between shock and a sudden desire for secrecy. After all the conversations he's had today on droids and their nescient rights, this is just eerie.]

[knaval]

I-- I wouldn't say brand-- hm.

[he supposes, in a round about way, it is a bit of a brand. riptide was never given a choice whether or not he wanted to wear it, he was just forced into existence far too early and told to stay on the battlefield until he was either killed or the mission was over.

he puts a hand on his chin.]

...Nah. It's not a brand, it's just a name for it. What's the other one... insignia? That works. I mean, the Decepticon one is apparently made out of part of your spark case and stuff, so that's unnecessarily spooky. This is just part of my armour. Stumpy's is a sticker.

[t65]

You- you would know. [The thing about being sensitive to other species' cultures is to trust what they say about themselves, even if if gives Luke pause. Like, a lot of pause. He sighs.]

Sorry. I guess it means something different to you.

[knaval]

It's okay. It means a lot of things to a lot of people. Mostly the ones who live in the areas of space we've been black listed from.

[no point hidin' it.]

Um. Anyway. I don't know if he's programmed to automatically try to come back to me but if he is then I give you... permission to deactivate that pathfinding, I guess?

[t65]

[Luke opts not to ask, because, really, today's had enough discussion of intergalactic atrocities.]

[Luke laughs.] You know, he just might like you.

[knaval]

Impossible. I threw him at Sideswipe on three separate occasions.

[t65]

[Luke looks down at Stumpy.]

There's no accounting for taste.

[knaval]

He's got it bad if that's the case.

[HAHA self deprecation.]