[h2]Baarsuth[/h2][hr]


The captain wasn't funny, but that didn't surprise Baarsuth one bit. He was a straightforward guy, which Baarsuth liked quite a lot. What Baarsuth didn't like was that Varen Kray seemed criminally arrogant about this whole mission. In fact, just about [i]everyone[/i] on this ship was too full of themselves for Baarsuth's taste, everyone but the droid. That was a blessing at least, he thought. Last time Baarsuth had a haughty copilot, things hadn't gone so well. Kid ended up getting them inspected by Sith and nearly gave the crew up to an imperial inspector. Kid was never seen again; Barnx drove him out into the desert and nobody heard from him again.

After the tour, Baarsuth walked into his quarters and threw his satchel on the bed. It was old and green, covered in multicolored patches that hid dozens of tears. The black residue around one of the patches looked suspiciously like a blaster mark. He unbuttoned the satchel and threw its contents onto the bed. Inside were two jumpsuits, a strange, block-shaped object, and an ion blaster wrapped in a powder blue cloth. Baarsuth put the blaster on the nightstand in the room and picked up the blocky object. It was about five inches long and two wide, with a black screen and a thin body. It was slightly transparent. 

Baarsuth walked into the bridge, the strange device in hand, and sat down in the captain’s chair on the left. The little droid silently sat in the chair on the right. Baarsuth studied Bo’s face; it was expressionless, but something told Baarsuth that the droid was in thought. He shrugged; probably just projection. In his experience, rogue droids had that effect on people. They always seemed to be thinking, contemplating. Most of the time, someone couldn’t take them or, worse, they couldn’t take themselves. Most of the time their lives ended in scrapping. 

“Hope you like music, Bo,” Baarsuth said. “You’re gonna  hear a lot of it this trip.” 

From Baarsuth’s pocket, he produced a thin white wire. He plugged it into a port in the ship that was connected to the cockpit speakers. He plugged the wire into the device in his hand. Then he hit the silver button on his device. The speakers crackled to life, and music began to play. It was loud and thrashing, with heavy guitar. 

"Ya ever hearda this kinda music before?" he asked Bo. "Blastin for You by White Wompa Club."