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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]

[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.