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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]

Oh, no, I'd race it. My ship isn't here, but my friend has his, and he says it's the fastest in the galaxy.

[heroicpose]

I didn't-- Hey, I didn't make any claims about that about the Rodpod. It's a shuttle. Besides, you'd be too small for the controls.

[ But, hey... ]

--But anyway I didn't say I was opposed to racing.

[t65]

I didn't say I'd race. [Luke is losing the thread, the entire blanket of this conversation.] You should race the Falcon. I wonder if it's cheating because it's smaller.