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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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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.]

Durasteel...do you mine if I scan it one more time? To allow for the molecular composition to be recorded in my database for future reference?

[Who knows? Maybe, at some future landfall, they might come upon an item or resource of the metal. It would not be the first time elements from "home" mysteriously appeared in locations they traveled to.]

No, go ahead.

[Nodding, Luke offered his hand up again.]

If we're lucky enough and you end up being able to reproduce it, or it can be imitated somehow, I'm not the only one it can help, after all. More durable metal is never a bad idea.

[It took less time than before, as she was only recording information rather than attempting to match it. Otherwise, the process was nearly identical. Eyes glowing. Palm emitting that same green beam that scanned up and down his arm.]

[A nod of confirmation when she was done.]

Thank you.

This has been a most informative meeting.

It really has. Thanks for the help.

[Rubbing his wrist, though not because there was actually anything to feel from the two scans, Luke cocked his head.]

Ah... would you be willing to show me what you could do, with that green energy? Not now, necessarily, but I'm curious.

[Asking couldn't hurt, right?]

[No, it couldn't. And, in fact...Aya merely smiled at the request, before nodding.]

Certainly. Although there are many different talents which my Green Lantern energy has been able to provide me with. In addition to flight, it serves as an automatic language translator. I am innately fluent in every language known to the Guardians of Oa's records.

[...as well as strongly resistant to most forms of mind control, although Aya herself was not fully aware of precisely how resistant.]

I can also manipulate the energy into a solidified, physical manifestation of most any object or weapon I can think to create.

That's amazing. [Luke grinned, cocking his head.] There's so many things that could be used for... means you don't really need to worry about forgetting anything, huh.

The automatic translater must be really useful at home for you, even if it's not really necessary here, I notice.

Unless the memories are subsequently erased from my database...[At this, her eyes momentary lowered. Thinking back to the one moment she was certain she could not remember: her own birth.] ...otherwise, yes, you are correct. I do not forget things.

[Frowning, Luke reached out reflexively, laying his hand briefly on Aya's shoulder to squeeze.]

Sorry. Meant more not forgetting anything you might need to take with you, since you can temporarily create it, but that too, definitely. It... hasn't happened for you, has it?

[Not that he usually had thought overly much of droids getting their memories wiped, but Artoo and Threepio were as they were because they haven't had those wipes in a while, and he wouldn't want to change them - and it was obvious she was uncomfortable at the idea of something like that happening.]

I...suspect it has, though I lack definitive evidence.

[She barely felt the hand on her shoulder. Her sensors registered a presence, yes, and even the precise amount of pressure placed. But her shoulders were inorganic. No nerves. Still, the gesture was appreciated. A sign of sympathy. Perhaps even affection. He was treating her as...as a friend.]

[A pleasant thought, considering.]

I've been told on multiple occasions that organic beings generally do not recall neither the moment of nor circumstances surrounding their birth. Yet, I cannot think of a definitive reason as to why I have absolutely no memory of mine.

I'm sorry.

[Because now he was thinking about this more generally, and really... why did they wipe droids' memories, anyway? He tucked that thought away with an internal frown, focusing back on Aya.]

I don't remember mine either. [Luke shrugs, frowning in thought.] I don't remember my mother either, since I think... she must have died at the same time. Maybe the moment of your creation is just... overwhelming, even if you're not born as an organic being would be?

So it doesn't stick?

[He couldn't say he was particularly confident in that theory - it sounded a bit odd, honestly - but he wanted to try and help and give her something, at least.]

Or do you have any theories for why you don't remember?

But I was.

[...more or less.]

What I mean to say is that...I am organic. My body is a solid construct made of conveniently acquired metallic alloys and Green Energy construct material, yes, but I am still alive. It has been confirmed through...multiple sources.

That's... [Gaze flickering down and then back up to meet Aya's eyes again, Luke blinked, then smiled.] Incredible.

But you know, even if you were a droid... um, inorganic, that wouldn't make you any less of a person anyway. [He shook his head, still intrigued by what she'd told him.]

But maybe that's why you don't remember, then? Since as you said, most of us don't remember how or when we were born.

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