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Poe winced, stretching a bit as he lethargically shifted to get to his feet. Not that the sleep hadn’t felt relieving, but his back wasn’t exactly pleased with what his positioning had been. One shouldn’t do more than nap on BB-8, apparently. His fingers threaded through his hair as he started working out just what he had to do that day. Obligations, commitments.

Anakin stopped short when the little astromech tried to block his path, furrowing his brow. The past few days had been…strange to say the least. After finding himself alive and on some desert planet ( his personal hell ), he had hiked to the nearest settlement in search of a transport, only to run into some slavers. Luckily he had his lightsaber on him, which made them think twice.

‘You cannot go down this hallway!’ BB-8 repeated. ‘The General is doing important work and she must not be disturbed!’

‘I am called BB-8. I am one of a kind.’ He replied, swiveling his head around to look back at Hux. ‘What is your…do you require medical assistance?!’

“It is a pleasure to meet you, BB-8.” Hux’s scowl turned to a pained frown as he took a look at his arm. The bite he had gotten was red and leaked bloody poisoned infection.

‘I...cannot offer real medical assistance until we make it to the next town,’ the droid beeped sadly.