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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

[imanapexpredator]

Oh. Do actually have like, an escape plan? Or are you just gonna wing it?

[t65]

[Luke, true to the legacy of his forefathers, is gonna wing it.]

Trust me, I know what I'm doing. Unless you're volunteering to help?

[imanapexpredator]

[All great plans are born from winging it.]

Um, I don't know how much help I'd be. Unless you need a distraction or something.

[The only reason he's semi-offering is because he could easily distract without anyone knowing it's him. Annnnd maybe he's bored himself.]

[t65]

[And so a beautiful friendship was born.]

Was that an offer?

[imanapexpredator]

I...guess so, yeah.

[Don't make him outright offer, god.]

Uhh, you're not like...I mean, you can actually move, right?

[Because it didn't occur to him that he's maybe fucked up enough that he can't/shouldn't be moving from his spot. The dumb teenager in him did not think that far ahead.]

[t65]

Well, thanks. It's nice to meet you! [Ol' buddy ol' pal.]

I can walk. Not fast, I can't run, and if I get short of breath... [He shakes his head. No one wants a man with broken ribs to be short of breath.] How good are you at distractions, exactly?

[They're going to get caught.]

[But it's going to be fun.]

[imanapexpredator]

[That is literally all that matters.]

Pretty good. [That's probably one of the few things he'll say with confidence.] I mean like, I can get away with a lot before anyone notices I'm doing anything. You can probably just slip out easily in the commotion, or something.

[Pause.]

Oh. I'm Andrew, by the way.

[t65]

It's good to meet you, Andrew! I'm Luke Skywalker.

[He thinks a bit.]

What kind of distraction are you planning, exactly?

[imanapexpredator]

[Cue momentary look of confusion. What is his life now?]

Uh...okay.

[That was supposed to be, "good to meet you too".]

Er, well, I can move things with my mind. So I don't know, I could just move all their stuff around and confuse them. It worked at home.

[t65]

[Luke seems unfazed. Maybe they don't have manners on Andrew's planet.]

Oh! I can, too, but I don't really think I should until I'm healed. [Restraint! Look at that!] How do you do it? How does it work?

[Luke already knows a few Force sensitives, here; fingers crossed.]

[imanapexpredator]

Really?

[At the very least the look of confusion is now lit up with a bit of excitement. Meeting people like him. He already met a few people with powers similar to his, but it honestly never gets old. Especially since there's bound to be different similarities to his own.]

Uh, I can't really, like...explain it. I just think of what I want to do and I...do it.

[Sorry to disappoint.]

[t65]

Hmm. We should discuss that, I think, once I'm better. If nothing else comes of it, it'll at least be an interesting conversation.

[imanapexpredator]

...Yeah, that would be cool. I don't really know a lot about it so like, it helps to talk to people who do something similar.

[t65]

Of course. I've only just started, myself, but there's at least one Master, here.

[imanapexpredator]

"Master"? Like, a teacher, right?

[t65]

Oh, yes; he certainly taught me. If someone's mastered their abilities completely, they're called a Jedi Master.

[imanapexpredator]

[He's torn between looking confused again because this is really weird and being serious. As a result he looks a little constipated.

Okay maybe not but he's making weird faces.]

Okay...

[This one's social skills are unmatched, clearly.]

So, uh...still want to escape?

[t65]

[Luke just kind of... endures, because you never know! That might be normal on his planet!]

Of course. Are you sure you can escape?

[imanapexpredator]

Yeah. Trust me, they won't even know it's me.

[Except they probably will notice the awkward kid looking super suspicious while everything in the room moves but whatever this can't possibly go wrong.]

I'll be over in a minute then, I guess.

[And he will be on his way!]