░ C. // HARDCASE ░
It was HARD to sleep. Between his training, missions and lessons, Hiro was constantly seeking out time for HIMSELF. Ever the busy body, the young teen barely old enough to hold a title as Padawan was constantly working on one project or another. In a strange way, it allowed him a break from the normalcy around him, while also giving him time to come up with new ways to help the battalion he had so EAGERLY accompanied. His ideas, however, required parts and most of what he needed could NEVER be found in the junk piles of the Temple. Hiro found that he was LUCKIER getting parts from their various stationed forts or, sometimes, in the deeper levels of CORUSCANT. Regardless, he was hardly caught. But, he hadn’t expected one of the 501ST to be awake while he was sneaking BACK - luckily, it was just HARDCASE. A bit of a kindred spirit when it came down to the chaotic side of things.
“So... you wanna make a PROTOTYPE,” he asked, a brow lifting as large eyes gave a glance over the supplies. From what he could see, Hardcase was just compiling the idea, but the potential was there. Unlike most, Hiro LIKED Hardcase’s ideas. They were different and a little on the wild side - just like him. “Sounds like a kriffing GREAT idea ! Your Captain’s gonna LOVE that. It would spare you guys from being pinned and give enough time to flank the enemy. Droids are pretty easy to trick once you know how their programming works.”
Glancing down, he held out his hand, fingers curling as significant hum reverberated from the act. The lock-nut spun around before flying to his palm, fingers caged around it as the piece slowly rotated in a gentle hover. He caught it as it fell and swung his arm at his side lazily. “You, uh, want some help ? I’ve got nothing to do and I don’t really need SLEEP - I’ll sleep when I’m DEAD.”