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[A flare of light, a glimpse of sky. A groan in pain and a perhaps familiar if panicked beeping.

There's a brief glimpse of the little bipedal droid as he dashes by while the tablet settles, still propped up at an angle, although at most they only capture the edge of a pair of boots.]

-ow, ow... Great timing as usual. Yeah BeeDee, I'm fine, I'm-

[The boots shift, accompanied by an off-screen hiss as Cal sucks in a sharp breath, and for a moment he stills, a thoughtful silence settling in. It's broken by BD-1's scrabbling about, pausing before his boxlike head dips down to peer directly into the communicator's camera. He hoots inquiringly.]

...Hm? What is it, buddy?

[Those boots drag themselves off-screen, and then the camera moves as it's picked up. Cal frowns a moment before his brow eases with a weary smile.]

Hey Temba.

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I can manage.

[He grins crookedly.]

I don't think I'm anyone to talk regarding fashion sense. [Boy has worn a pink poncho before, after all. It clashed horribly with everything, but BD-1 was always excited when he found crates of scavengeable gear.]

I won't say no to the food though. And I guess if you don't mind dropping a line with Billy...

[He won't say no to that either, but right now he's really ready to just lie down.]

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I'm sure.

[He's nothing if not capable. And surely there's a planet out there where a pink poncho is good camouflage!]

I'll bring supplies and leave them in your workshop if you want. And see if Billy's busy. [And Cal could just rest.]

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[Cal nods at that.]

That'll work. Guess I'll leave you to it, then.

[He smiles gratefully, saving the Soldier another thank you, but he's waiting until the man's on his way before he'll settle himself in so he can pass out for a while.

BD-1 borbles his own thanks and will follow the Soldier out to the workshop.]

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[In the workshop he leans a hip against a work bench and leaves Billy a voicemail before looking down at the little droid who had followed him out. Quite dedicated to its master; the Soldier nods to himself.]

I'll not bother his rest. But he can contact me if he needs. [A rare offer, but sincere. And with that he makes his way out.

Supplies will be gathered and left in the workshop some hours later, as promised. But the Soldier won't linger if he's not stopped; there's no need to impose on Cal's rest.]