"The med droid is online, should be ready to assist."  Larasen didn't know who their captain had designated as "medic," but he knew it wasn't him.  After all, it had taken him a great deal of time to learn to be an engineer, and only then with the help of system that automated damn near all of his tasks through its permanent connections to the engine.  That wasn't exactly a viable option for their med droid, which lacked the proper appendages for surgery and the manipulation of delicate tools.  So, basically it was only good for diagnosing and giving advice to whoever was actually doing the work.  It was a perfectly viable way to ensure immunizations were correctly administered for new planets, or tracking check-ups, or even looking into a cough or rash some crewmember might come down with.  It was not as viable a means to deal with speeder wreck victims.  That didn't bode well for their new guest/crew member/corpse-to-be.<br/><br/>Having been enlisted as long as he'd been, following a command from someone in an Imperial uniform was second nature.  Having been single as long as he'd been, following a woman with nice breasts wearing a short skirt was similarly automatic.  He walked down the ramp behind her, relieved at her words that she would bring him back, though he had started after her without the reassurance.  He'd initially even followed her to her own speeder before realizing she intended him to pilot the stolen one.  He wasn't used to driving in the traffic of what very well might be the universe's busiest city, but after Kara held up a time or two for him to catch up, eventually leaving traffic behind.<br/><br/>He didn't ask questions as she blew up the speeder.  Spending a decade in the Imperial Army meant not asking questions about the destruction of anything.  Fortunately, he was at least able to get in her speeder this time, exhaling heavily as he sat back against the seat.  "I am, made it past the halfway mark and got out, thought I had a good idea."  He shrugged.  "Larasen Pike, by the way," he added, realizing he hadn't returned the introduction.<br/><br/>When she followed up and asked about his "crew life," he took a deep breath, nodding in minor embarrassment.  Embarrassment might be too strong a word, maybe just self-consciousness.  "It's not ideal, I know.  Probably been about-" his answer was interrupted by his head being shoved down on her thighs, her significant breasts pushing down on the top of his head.  With her leaning over him, there wasn't much in the way of air to be had.  After a moment of awkward shifting, he managed to turn his head to face forward, which made breathing a little easier but also pointed his gaze toward her exposed legs, the skirt she wore not covering much of them, and he had several minutes to look at them and think about the fact that he could see them.  Had his moving around ridden it up somehow or did she wear something that short?  He'd been out for a while, but he figured this would have been well out of regs.<br/><br/>When she told him to sit up, he let out a sigh of relief before realizing that his head was lingering on her lap, at which point he jerked back up into his seat.  "So...how long have you been in?  Planning on going career?"