Private Toys in the Attic

[Levi]

Space

All good things must come to an end. Bad things too, as was the case with their time on Nar Shaddaa. Levi always found it a dreadful place, but it served its purpose right up until Rag nearly destroyed an entire podracing event and invoked the ire of half the moon’s crime lords in the process. On the bright side, they managed to scrape together a few credits, and Rag even picked up another wayward spirit along the way.

Buck , as he was called, was currently piloting the Outrider 2, and while Levi was understandably wary of a strange rodian being brought on board last minute to fly them from near-certain death, he let it slide for the time being as they were now cruising safely out of Hutt Space. Levi would never admit it, but even from the little display they made in their getaway, it was clear Buck was a better pilot than he. Still, this was Levi’s ship, and whether he was piloting it or not, he would be sure it stayed that way.

The devaronian stood cross-armed in the living suite opposite from the ever so intriguing Rag, contemplating their next move before he spoke at last, “...So, what do you think of him?”

 

[Rag]

After blacking out at the podracing thing, Rag apparently linked up with Mozzie and skipped town. It was all thanks to that new guy Buck, who, despite his initial oozing of champion vibes, had taken on a far-off stare. Like his body hadn’t been occupied by a soul in, I don’t know, five or six months?

But oh well. Space time is slow time. When Rag wasn’t poking Buck on the side of the head and going “hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,” Rag would be working on some new tech for Bone. Which is where Rag was now, by the way. Giving Bone a cool speaker arm.

“Um, Rag doesn’t really think,” said Rag, distracted, “on account of Rag’s got an alien parasite in Rag’s gourd. But also Rag doesn’t understand the question — isn’t Buck the hero that’s gonna save us all? What’s the problem?”

Rag tightened the last bolt of the sound arm, which Rag just now decided to call the boom arm, because boom is a sound and arm is an arm. And also because Rag was sort of hoping it would go BOOM just so that something would happen. You can’t spell overstimulating without Rag.

Unluckily, the low rumbling that followed was just the loth-cat in Rag’s belly whining. “Mozzie, we got any food? Rag’s got a hungry baby to fuel up.”

Levi @Bone Buck ?​

 

[Levi]

Levi scoffed, “Hero is an awfully strong word, in my humble opinion.” He squinted in the direction of the cockpit, “Everyone gets lucky every now and then. We’ll see how he stacks up.” Despite his dismissal of the Rodian’s potential, Levi was glad to have a larger crew at the very least. But there was a social hierarchy to be maintained, and as captain, he’d be sure to keep himself at the top.

Levi’s internal conflict was interrupted by Rag’s pleas for sustenance, to which he went and opened the nearest cabinet for a quick search, “Erm... not much at the moment, not on hand at least. Just some pre-packaged travel rations. Nar Shaddaa isn’t exactly the capital of fine cuisine, you know.” Just as he tossed one of the rations behind him, the ship interrupted him with the groaning sound of dying machinery.

He arched upright, and swung back around to see the package of rations levitating a short distance away. The other rations had started doing the same. As did Levi. And everything else that wasn’t nailed down. He furrowed his brow but otherwise remained still in his posture, floating rigidly upwards alongside the living suite’s various appliances and knickknacks.

“Rag, you didn’t happen to muck about with the grav generator at all, did you?”

Rag​