albinomilksnake | STAR WARS: possible spoiler warning

[BB-8 beeps earnestly, the message being that he's glad Poe made it off Jakku safely.

Though BB-8 makes friends easily--he's amicable enough with the other Resistance droids and personnel, if a little feisty at times--his loyalty still lies primarily with Poe (and later, Rey and Finn), and as such it'd hit very hard to lose him.

The droid rolls around the cockpit, actively staying out of the way until he finds--or is given--a job to do.]

[Jobs, of which there are frankly plenty. Most of the work on the Falcon is minor corrections and patch jobs - at this point it'd honestly be hard to do any major overhauls when the freighter's inner workings were more scrap than original. Still for a moment, her thoughts are turned away from it, her attention sharp and focused on the pilot, squinting at him in a way that probably looks like she's doubting the validity of the story when really she's all but memorizing the details, slotting them into place with what she knows of Jakku, who she knows on Jakku. Of course it'd take the skills of a specialized pilot to magically get off the planet; you could close your eyes and throw a rock and still hit a scrapper there, but a pilot? A real, skilled one who knew how to fly in combat and not just in a straight line? That was rare.

Sure. She can see it.]

You're lucky. [She says it plain without any sense that it might be incredibly rude. Securing the last screw, Rey flicks her attention from Poe to the droid.] BB-8, can you run a diagnostic on the primary exhaust? There's still a leak there, I know it. [It'd be easier to repair if he cold narrow it down to a section of the grid.]

I know.

[There's no artifice in it, and nothing like exasperation. He was incredibly lucky. He'd known it then- surviving the crash, finding someone out there in that great empty desert before he lost his life to dehydration or the local wildlife- and he'd known it even more when he made it back to the resistance. When he found out BB-8 was still safe and alive. When he'd shown up with Finn in tow. That felt like more than luck. It felt like date. Destiny. The force. Something big he was a small part of. Something that wanted a change for good, something that favored hope.

He was lucky. They all were.

He tips his face down to the Droid, all ready for orders, eager to help. He'd made some good friends. Good friends who still hadn't answered his question.]

Go ahead. I got to borrow you for a few minutes, but it can wait.

[He had come looking, after all.]

[BB-8 beeps affirmatively, rolling himself over to the ship's computer interface that he'd used to run diagnostics before.

It took less than a minute to check the computer's status logs, after which the droid pinpoints the suspected leak to a set of coordinates. He relays them to Rey, doing what he can to remotely make the necessary repairs easier--such as routing any reserve power away from the primary exhaust to remove any risk of electrical mishap.]

[She responds with a nod and then rolls herself up off the deck and onto her feet.] You can have him now if you like. Not that you haven't been helpful, BB-8.

[But the astromech droid isn't really the right size or shape for doing repairs where she needs to go. The company's-- good. More than, really. With Finn on a cot in medical, it's very still and very quiet in the Falcon. Even if she's nose deep in mechanics, the sound of BB-8 rolling around and his informative chirping is a nice change of pace.

But she can live without it and she knows the droid is just helping her because he wants to. There are probably a hundred things he's more suitable for that need doing.]

[Poe watches him roll to the ship's computer and plug in, both machines making small electrical sounds. It's not what BB-8 was programmed for, but like most Droid he had hidden depths. Was more capable than most would give him credit for. He had done more than a lot of people had for the resistance.

Then Rey stands, and he considers. He just needed BB-8 to check in with the programming station, make sure he got the newest compatibility updates for the X-wing's program. But it wasn't something that needed to happen right this second. Or anything that would take very long. He makes a short noise, stands straight again and uncrosses his arms.]

On second thought, just send him back home when you wrap up for the night. I can wait.

[And in a day, two, three, she would leave and BB-8 and her wouldn't see each other for who knows how long. Better they spend it together.]

[The droid swivels his head around to look at Poe, beeping questioningly even as he continues checking the Falcon for more faults. It was a long list, technically speaking, on such an old ship, but BB-8 knew to single out only the major ones.

If they took the time to fix every single problem the Falcon had, they'd be here forever.]

[It's a strange thing to say, isn't it? Hadn't he come looking for the droid for some specific task? She blinks at him once, then glances to where BB-8 is hooked into the Falcon and then back, clearly not entirely sure how she's supposed to take the offer. Why? Why come this whole way and help them only to wander off again without the only thing he'd come for in the first place?]

Alright. [Because why would she argue the point? Well, because default suspicion, that's why:] You're sure?

STAR WARS: possible spoiler warning

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