Galaxy (GIVEN UP)

Chapter 4

Virgil narrowed his eyes at the newcomer. The Earthing, cause that's all he could be, couldn't it? With a sort of name as 'Roman' and a language that hadn't been spoken in par years (a dead language, if you will) what else could he be?

"Come on, what do you want?" Virgil snapped. The words felt stuffy and odd on his tongue. But, since the stranger didn't understand his language, he'd have to adapt.

"Look, I don't think it's very fair you pointing that gun at me-" Roman tried. Gun?! What kind of a word was that?! Definitely from E-75.

"What do you want?!" Virgil repeated. "I'll shoot, I will."

Roman took a step back. "I just want somewhere to stay." He said. Liar. "Just while I get my ship fixed up."

Virgil glanced at the broken ship again. The wind-shield had come away completely and was scattered in millions of pieces all over the nose of the X-Wing. The nose in question was crumpled and wrinkled up like a piece of clay some child had simply just squashed. No way was that getting fixed up.

"It's useless." Virgil said, voicing his thoughts. "That thing's only good for scrap now." Keeping his accent out of his voice was difficult but keeping the E-75 words legible without his accent was even harder.

Roman let out an upset whine really not befitting of a Resistance fight. "Really?" He asked childishly. "That sucks, that was my favourite ship."

This man was obviously an idiot. Not a dangerous one, however. Slowly, Virgil slid his blaster into his belt.

"Grab what you can and meet me on my ship in half a sun." Virgil said, turning on his heel to leave.

"What?"

Virgil rolled his eyes. "Your shit." He repeated. "Get it and meet me on The Osiris," he gestured to his ship, "in... one half." He shuddered slightly at the measurement of time. "Oh, and, don't touch anything."

Hello, Kaboom Raa 16. Sure, the ship was a little bigger than your average X-Wing and didn't look like it had flown in over a century but with a little bit of care, it would fly.

What had Virgil called it? The Osiris? Fitting name for a ship but it would have to be changed. Tradition, you know?

Roman shouldered his bag and hurried over to the ship. "Hey, um, so, like, does this ship fly?"

A hook swung over his head and dug into the rim of the landing ramp next to him with a crunch. Roman jumped and sprinted up the landing ramp before he could get hurt. Virgil looked up from hooking the other end of the hook onto a lever.

"You think I'd still be on this shit-show of a planet if it did?" He asked with a small laugh. "T-3.5's less useful than E-75."

"Hey, I'm from E-75!" Roman protested. Virgil raised an eyebrow at him.

"Your point?" There was a slight lilt to his voice. Like he was trying to hide something but was doing a very bad job.

Virgil gave Roman a shove towards the lever. "Pull that." He ordered.

"Uh, no." Roman said. "Why should I?"

"Cause this is my ship and if you don't want to die, you should start earning your keep." Virgil said, looking out over the landing pad. "You didn't bring anyone with you, did you?"

"No." Roman said, trying not to sound indignant. He stared at the lever for some time and then, deciding it wasn't going to move on its own, gave it a tug. It stuck and nearly swept him clean off his feet.

"Hard, you idiot." Virgil said with an eye roll, pressing down on a button on the ceiling above his head. Roman stuck his tongue out at the back of Virgil's head but gave the lever another tug. This time, it moved slightly.

With a crack, the landing ramp folded into place. Virgil caught the hook as it fell to the floor and deposited it by the door.

"C'mon." He said, passing by Roman and disappearing round the corner.

Roman grabbed his bag, grumbling darkly. "C'mon where?!"

I'm gonna have fun with this.
Bye,
Blaize