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If I understand this right, there could be people here I know, despite that I could swear I just talked to them at home, right? [Luke frowns, looking rather tired as he runs a hand through his hair, sitting at the console in the Welcome Center.] In that case, if anyone knows if Leia Organa or... [A pause, because does it work if the last you knew someone was frozen in carbonite and basically in coma?] Han Solo are here, please tell me. Or tell them Luke's looking for them.

[He smiles briefly, his expression brightening a little in general. Something strikes him then, though, and Luke's gaze lowers for a moment, frowning at something out of view before he looks up again.]

Aside from that, I'd like to know what sort of prosthesis are available, and the tools to repair them. Or if the tools could be adjusted for already existing ones. I don't need any of that at the moment, but you never know.

[Better be as prepared as he can, before something happens, for once. Especially in a new place. He's had his new hand not two weeks yet, and he's very, very aware of it... which is probably why this occurred to him at all.]

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No, that sounds fine. [He shook his head, a little intrigued now for several reasons - not the least of which was what she looked like, but that's not what they were talking about at the moment.]

It's working fine right now, but if something happens... [a shrug, then Luke cocked his head.]

You can't scan it over the connection like this, right?

[He was rather sure the answer would be 'no', but better ask to be sure.]

[...not sure if attempting to make a joke, or merely that unfamiliar with the process of anatomical scanning.]

If I were to attempt a scan now, then the subsequent readout would give me the biotechnical structure of the console I am sitting in front of. Not your prosthetic limb.

[More like trying to not assume what other technology can or can't do, but it'd seemed like a long shot, admittedly.]

Thought so. [He shrugs it off, smiling briefly.] Whenever you want to meet. I'm not busy.

[Of course, he knows there's things he should do, but that can wait a little.]

Nor am I.

However, as I presume you are incapable of the same flight speeds as my current physical form, it would perhaps be more efficient if I were to come to you.

[It wasn't like she needed to bring any special equipment. Only herself.]

Is that an adequate scenario?

You can fly?

[Luke perks up, the earlier smile back and wider, unable not to be interested. Belatedly, he nods.]

Of course, especially since I don't know my way around, yet. I'm at the Welcome Center.

[...well, judging by his reaction, she was accurate in her previous assumption.]

I am familiar with the location. Estimated time of arrival is in 7-point-four minutes by air.

[And with that, the screen went dark as she turned off her console. Already heading towards the Welcome Center; from one of the windows in its main room, Luke may or may not see a green dot in the distance before long.]

[Since he'd been keeping an eye out, he did see her approach, and stood up when she came inside, meeting her half-way. Like this, it was even more obvious what she was... she reminded him, but only a little, of a droid.]

I think I'm jealous, that looks really practical. [Luke grinned, then shook his head.] Thanks for coming.

[She floated down to him with hints of a smile. Of all the compliments, he went with practical. Aya approved.]

It is.

[Although, the moment her (fairly tiny) form touched ground, she began to walk with smooth, graceful motions. Her metallic components hardly hindering movement in the slightest.]

You are most welcome. I am glad that I might be able to be of service again; it was not long prior that I was requested to scan an individual's unique weaponry for potential for duplication in this realm.

[Mostly because, to Luke, flying at all, no matter how it was done, would be something he loved, but being able to fly with nothing but yourself would certainly be practical more than anything else.]

Being able to help is nice yes. [Luke smiled, and tried not to think about the last time he tried to go help his friends, considering how that had ended.

Did it work out for them? [Luke asked mostly out of curiosity while he offered his right hand up; that wasn't exactly the same as this, but it was worth asking.]

[As a matter of fact...]

It did. Despite the rare power source, which he was able to provide, the necessary alloy components in creating the structural base of his light saber hilt are not difficult to replicate.

A lightsaber?

[Luke blinked, surprised.]

I mean, if it's the same thing I'm thinking of, I agree, I think the components are pretty common, but--- It was someone who wanted to make a lightsaber?

[He's not sure why he's so interested - he can't make one here anyway, not without the crystal, the other parts being able to be reproduced or not.]

I cannot verify that at this time, as we did not possess such weapons as were made known to me

However, I was, admittedly, pleasantly surprised to find similarities between it and my own power source.

[Not many, but the self-replenishing feature, in particular, was notable.]

Lightsaber was the name given to me by the individual who made the request, yes.

Edited (dw I was not done yet) 2016-04-17 22:14 (UTC)

Should be the same thing, then... guess I shouldn't be surprised there might have been others. [He did know, if theoretically, that something like it should be possible. He'd just asked if his friends were here, after all.]

Similarities?

[Luke smiled, instantly interested... if only on a technical standpoint, but also because he was curious about Aya herself as well.]

[It would have been quicker to demonstrate than explain.]

[So she did. Purposely taking a step back before emitting a small amount of green energy from her palm. The light twisted and warped before solidifying into the image of a light saber. Only solid, rather than continuously emitting a heated laser energy.]

Oh. [Stepping a bit closer, Luke eyed the projection, then glanced up at Aya with a smile.]

That's impressive. How are you doing it? Redirecting power, or do you have reserves put aside for this?

Reserves for such a simple construct are not necessary.

It is the same Green Energy as most of my body was created from. I need only to will what shape I desire, and it will form.

[Once she was certain Luke had gotten a decent look, she pulled the energy back inside her, and the sword vanished.]

There are several other uses for it as well, but that would, perhaps, be the most relevant to this conversation.

Any shape? That's amazing. [Pausing for a moment to think over what she just said, Luke looked up.] Does that mean you could choose to look different, or is it different when it comes to your body?

[Who knows, maybe she looks similar to a droid for a reason.]

[It was the latter part of the question that Aya shook her head at, before elaborating.]

I chose this form, albeit more from convenience at the time than any personal preference.

While it is possible for me to alter my appearance...I have come to be quite reluctant to do so. It would feel...wrong, somehow.

[It had been Ilana's face once, yes, but it was as much hers now as anyone else's. Even Razer had accepted her over time.]

Makes sense, because this is you, now, isn't it?

[Nodding, he smiled briefly.]

Not so strange you don't really want to change it, I don't think I would want to either, even if I could.

[He understood. Without her having to explain herself. A far cry from those who didn't seem to get why the thought of constantly morphing didn't seem so appealing to a young robot who had worked so hard to establish her own identify. Not just as a Green Lantern, but as a person.]

I believe we are in full agreement there. [Although, on the subject of physical forms...] Would you like me to perform the scan now?

Ah, sure. [He'd almost forgotten about the request he'd made and the reason she was actually here, but he nodded and offered his right hand up, which, outwardly, wasn't any different from his left one.]

Hopefully this'll end up an unnecessary precaution, but you never know...

In my opinion, precautions are never unnecessary.

[With that, Aya's eyes began to glow. As did the palm of her hand. A beam of neon green light shot forth, which Aya proceeded to run up and down the arm several times. Scanning both the components, as well as the wiring. To determine materials required for future repairs, as well as any potential necessities in knowledge of the arm's programming.]

Basically. [Luke agreed with a chuckle, though at the moment he was, really, more interested in what Aya was doing rather than the potential result of it, even if it'd be useful for him.

It didn't really have much programming as such; merely a throttle 'intelligent' enough to recognise unintentional motion and to cut down the strength, since the cybernetic was capable of more than his normal hand would be, and while the wiring would probably be familiar enough, the durasteel in the delicate struts that made up the 'bones' probably registered as different from normal, Earth-type steel.]

Usually the problem comes down to the fact that we've got too many precautions we should take, and not enough resources... and then something we couldn't guard against goes wrong instead.

[Luke shook his head and snorted; sometimes he wished things could go wrong in ways that they could immediately fix with the precautions they had been able to take.]

[Not enough reserves, indeed. After spending additional time on the material of the bones, the flow in her eyes faded. And she gave a nod in self-confirmation.]

The wiring structure would be exceedingly simple to operate and even reprogram, if necessary.

However...my concern lies in the mineral compounds. There are...adequate substitutes, should it come to that, but I am not certain I can guarantee the same structural integrity should a significant portion of your arm sustain damage in the future.

That's probably the durasteel, then. [Flexing his hand, Luke frowned thoughtfully down at it.] I suppose that's not surprising, but if it comes to that, I'll manage.

The wiring is probably more critical anyway, so the sensory and motor input remains as close to functional as possible.

[Looking up, he smiled.]

I'd rather have it work as close to normal, if something happened and it'd have to be repaired, rather than that it's as durable as it is now. Thank you.

[He should probably prioritise durability, but what would that help if it got damaged and just couldn't be repaired to work properly again? Better the wiring and programming could be replicated rather than the durasteel in the bones.]

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