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[t65]

[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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[t65]

[Han, Luke will be whining on his deathbed.]

Talking to one of the big droids. I'll figure out what happened when I get out of here. If I ever get out of here.

[straightouttacarbonite]

Must've been a rough conversation.

[Because Luke does not look like he could pull the ears off a gundark.]

[t65]

I guess. They're pretty big, anything could have happened.

[Sigh.]

Han- did I get mail?

[Why Luke thinks Han would know that is anyone's guess.]

[straightouttacarbonite]

Maybe. Probably.

I don't know if I should tell you, I don't think your doctors'll be happy with either of us if you run off.

[t65]

Are doctors ever happy? [Not with Luke, they aren't.]

[straightouttacarbonite]

Okay, yeah. Look, just stay put, all right?

[Because he looks like hell.]

But there's an x-wing in the cargo bay.

[t65]

[Luke's eyes light right up.]

Is it a T-65?

[straightouttacarbonite]

It doesn't matter 'cause you're not going anywhere yet.

[t65]

Han. [Luke folds his arms over his chest, and promptly looses a finger of the damaged prosthetic he's still wearing. He either ignores it or doesn't notice.] I've already been here for ages.

[straightouttacarbonite]

Yeah? How long?

[t65]

Wh- I don't know! I was asleep!

[A million eyerolls for you, Han.]

Could you just- find out if it's mine? Please?

[straightouttacarbonite]

I'm sure it is. Who else would it belong to?

[t65]

I don't know! They're a mass-produced model, you never know.

[straightouttacarbonite]

[Luke are you implying he couldn't tell the difference? Han is so offended.]

You'll just have to wait and find out.

[t65]

[Luke is maybe probably definitely implying that.]

Who knows what could have happened by then! The ship could malfunction, or land on another infested station.

[straightouttacarbonite]

[Rude, kid, rude.]

I'm not busting you out of sick bay.

[t65]

Hey! I can do it myself!

[straightouttacarbonite]

I believe you, but don't.

[t65]

We'll see how you do with broken ribs!

[straightouttacarbonite]

You broke your ribs?

[Someone's gonna have to tie the kid down, aren't they.]

[t65]

Only two, Han.

[straightouttacarbonite]

Oh, only two. That's all right then.

[t65]

Exactly. [That's about as sarcastic as Luke gets, good job, Han.] So since you won't check on the X-wing, I'll just have to do it myself.

[straightouttacarbonite]

I told you, I'm sure it's yours. What do you want me to do, fly it in there and leave it next to your bed?

[t65]

[If only.]

Just make sure nobody tries to mess with it, okay? Or bumps into it, or take it apart...