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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.]

Comments

[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...

[straightouttacarbonite]

[Luke you are the worst.

Except not really because if their positions were reversed, Han would probably insist on convalescing in the Falcon.]

Ah, I thought I'd just sell it to the highest bidder. But okay. I guess.

[t65]

Han, I know you'd never do that. [Luke scoffs.] No one here has any credits.

[straightouttacarbonite]

And there's nowhere to spend them, so I guess you're in luck.

[t65]

Yeah, just my kind of luck.

Can you at least see what kind of condition it's in? The Ingress just about ripped Ben's journal in half.

[straightouttacarbonite]

It's fine, it's fine. It's supposed to have that gaping hole in it, right?

[he can't help himself. At least the joking tone is obvious.]

[t65]

[Luke knows he's joking, which is why he fires back,] You'd know; you're the expert on broken transports.

[straightouttacarbonite]

[Wow, now he's torn between being proud of Luke and annoyed on his ship's behalf.]

She's got it where it counts.

[t65]

Then... you won't have to waste any time on repairs, and you can watch out for my ship?

[Pleeeease.]

[straightouttacarbonite]

As long as you stay put.

[t65]

You're telling me to follow the rules?

[straightouttacarbonite]

Yeah.

Why would I do that?

[t65]

It's pretty strange. [Luke smiles, a little self-deprecating.] Are you sure you didn't hit your head or something?

[straightouttacarbonite]

I'm pretty sure you did.