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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

[t65]

Well, he trained me...

[????????]

[ventifact]

[WAIT A SEC]

Wait, what Ben are you talking about?

[t65]

Old Ben Kenobi. He's here on the ship- oh! you might know him as Obi-Wan.

[ventifact]

[oh
close call]

Right. No, I haven't. I've been a little busy.

[t65]

I think we all have. I haven't been keeping up with my training, either.

[ventifact]

[gods you're still training
and impending doom rears its ugly head again]

Well being in the medical bay probably doesn't help.