AUDIO;

[cursemymetalbody]

[There is a slight scuffling sound as Threepio clumsily activates the communication device he found.]

Oh! I think I got it working.

Hello? Is anyone there? I'm terribly sorry, but it seems I was deactivated, and I don't seem to be on Bespin any more. The few computers I've found here all seem to speak the most peculiar dialect, and I'm having difficulty determining where I am, exactly.

((Also, for those who are interested and might have been nearby for some reason, here is an open log to Threepio waking up.))

Comments

[last_ofthe_jedi]

Well then you can warn her that I'm coming. If she's new she should have clothes there in her locker and if not then it's probably someone I know and I'll just give her my jacket. Don't worry about it, alright?

[cursemymetalbody]

[Threepio is aghast.]

But Master Luke!

[last_ofthe_jedi]

Stay. On. The ship!

[Transmission ends.]

[cursemymetalbody]

[Another 5 minutes later, Threepio may have the volume a little to high on this one.]

CONGRATULATIONS, MASTER LUKE!

[last_ofthe_jedi]

[Luke's beginning to lose his patience with Threepio and is about to shout at him but he's suddenly caught off guard by the very loud proclamation. He winces and holds his comm device as far away from his ears as possible.]

Uh-- thanks. For what?

[cursemymetalbody]

On the wedding, of course! I just met your lovely fiancée, she suits you very well, if I do say so myself.