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[unjedi]

Do you need some help?

[whisted]

It would be rude to impose on you.

[unjedi]

Okay.

And do you need help?

[whisted]

Yes.

[unjedi]

I'll meet you by the hologram deck.

[whisted]

Thank you.

Sorry.

Thank you.

[unjedi]

Don't worry about it. I'm sure you'll get the hang of it too soon enough.

[whisted]

Perhaps. It isn't quite as intuitive as flying.

[unjedi]

Flying's not intuitive for everyone. You should be proud of what you can do.

[whisted]

[can she feel the incredible number of deep breaths he has to take to begin to believe her]


I am.

Still quite frustrating.

[unjedi]

[ probably. ]

It can be. There were a lot of skills I couldn't master the way I wanted to. But maybe that's fine. The shape of who I am is fine.

[whisted]

You're wonderful.

[Easy.]

[unjedi]

Don't deflect.

[whisted]

Programming a hologram would be slightly easier.

[unjedi]

You'll get the hang of it.

[whisted]

With as many limbs as can be managed, aye?

[unjedi]

I doubt you'll need that many.

[whisted]

Thank goodness for that.

I'll be here.

[unjedi]

I'll be there shortly.

[whisted]

Thank you.

[Better?

And better, probably, that he'll still be actually prodding at the panels when she arrives, intent on pushing his mind forward rather than freezing in utter frustration.]

[unjedi]

[ ahsoka is prompt, rapping her knuckles against the wall to get his attention. ]

Pressing random buttons will only get you so far.

[whisted]

[His cheeks briefly puff with an exhale as he takes a step back--as much of pulling a face as he ever really manages.]

They've been moderately principled presses.

[Based on his own internal logic and not necessarily the function of the panel, but still.]

[unjedi]

I believe you.

[ she surveys the panel. she's not the technological wizard anakin is, but ahsoka has a strong background in mechanics. after a quiet hum, she nods. ]

Okay, so there are three sections. Geographical location on a specific planet, time and logistics.

[whisted]

[There go the furious gears in his head, features placid but energy tightening like a corkscrew.]

Won't time be a bit... fiddly?

[unjedi]

It doesn't have to be exact. Just a rough idea should work.