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[The video feed shows Luke in a bed, clearly in medical. He leans in, and, with a finger over his lips, hushes the camera.]

I don't think they want me talking to anyone. I think they want me to just... sit here. I, ha- what do you do when you're not supposed to... do anything? I mean, anything. They don't want me to- to work on anything, or fix anything. Or walk.

[Clearly this has nothing to do with the fact that he's already tried to sneak out of medical once already. He winces his way through a smile.]

Do you know anything about the big droids? I mean, the really big ones. They call themselves Cybercon-... Aut-... [He shakes his head, and then winces.] They call themselves a lot of things.

[He looks around, this time much more slowly.] But- shh, I don't think they want me talking to anyone.

[ooc For those of you brave souls who want to visit Luke when he's bored, concussed and with a few broken ribs, feel free.]

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Luke, that's what a concussion is. That's why everybody wants you to actually rest.

[Gregor goes still, his eyes narrowing.]

Someone big? One of the Cybertronians?

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I can't, it- [Ugh. He sits back-- for now.] I'll try.

One of them. Or two. I can't picture... it clearly.

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[Gregor's expression doesn't change much, but his voice is suddenly very cold.]

I see. You should ask for painkillers, if it's bothering you enough that you can't rest.

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[Luke is usually observant enough to catch things like that, but today is another matter entirely.]

I don't want to be on so many painkillers that I can't feel it when I breathe.

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I doubt anyone in the medical bay would be that irresponsible with your dosage.

Luke, do you remember what color the Cybertronian who attacked you was?

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No, it- it hurts when I breathe. That's... why I can't sleep.

[Luke may be slightly concussed, but he knows what he'd do, in Gregor's shoes. Stick his nose in everything.] I'll handle it, Gregor.

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[Gregor's expression calcifies further, his chin tilting up.]

I'm the Arbitration Officer on the ship. [One of the Arbitration Officers, but let's not discuss Aurelia just now.] If there is a dispute between crewmembers, it's my job to know about it.

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[And in turn, Luke's expression gets gentler. This is where he finds his strength.]

You're an officer on the ship, but I'm always a Jedi. [He's momentarily forgotten that Gregor might not know what that is.] Whatever happened is my fault. We can fix it together, if you want to be involved.

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[Gregor's eyes narrow slowly.]

I'm not sure how being a Jedi makes someone twenty times your mass attacking you automatically your fault. [He has no clue what a Jedi is, but he changes tack abruptly anyway.] It was Tarn, wasn't it? Large even by Cybertronian standards, purple, wears a mask?

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Because a Jedi should have handled it on their own. [Luke says it calmly, coolly.]

I really don't remember what happened, and I'm not sure... if you want me to give a report, I will, when I can think straight.

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I see. [Now you really sound like Miles, but Gregor is too polite to say so.] Please do.

[His tone softens a little again.]

Not half because I would like to know when you're feeling better, and when you are actually permitted visitors instead of having to whisper into your MID.

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[Luke laughs softly, cringes, and keeps smiling through it.]

I appreciate it. And I'll help your investigation any way I can. Just- let's do it together, alright? Jedi are supposed to uphold justice wherever they are.

[He thinks. Probably. It's not like Yoda ever covered this.]

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I see. I'll welcome your assistance once you're healed, then.

[Woe betide Tarn if Gregor bumps into him before that, then.]

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I'll do my best. I'm pretty new at all this.