Successfully rescued one poor soul and also Randy the intern from the stuck elevator.
The trooper that called me managed to keep in Randy’s good graces by - I kid you not - waxing poetic about his “love” of Kylo Ren. He put on a real good show. I know: I’ve seen the security footage.
Mentioned how much he missed Ren and how powerful he was and how shredded he was. Said we should make a holiday or celebration in his memory. A RENaissance Fair, if you will. Randy was very moved. Near tears, even.
When I got them out, I tried to lighten the mood with a joke (”Did you know Darth Vader had a sister? Ella Vader!”). I don’t think he liked it. He insisted Darth Vader was an only child and then he pointed at me and my windpipe started to feel really tight and suddenly I think Randy may not be who he says he is.
Posting this from medbay. I can breathe again. No bruises or anything, but the doctor gave me a juice box and some cookies anyway. I’m hiding here for a bit.
