Warnings: None
Characters: Marvin the Magnificent, Chase Brody, Septic Eye Sam, Chase's Droids (Bolt)
Star Wars AU

(( Chatta-ragul (mentioned) is like chess, just a SW version of it ))


"Wouldn't take you as the type to play."

Chase rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged. "Not usually. But my big sis taught me to play, so I like to keep a board around."

Marvin looked genuinely surprised. "You've got a sister?"

"Heh, yeah. Two of 'em, and three brothers. Our parents had their hands full!"

"Damn." The Cathar chuckled, shook his head, then pointed to the board. "Wanna play a round? Been years since I have."

"You know how to play?" Chase reached for the board, then put his hands on his hips. Aw, no, poor guy couldn't reach it! Marvin thought with a poorly concealed chuckle. He stepped forward to reach over the Bothan's head and pulled it off the shelf with ease. "Heh… Thanks."

When they started setting the Chatta-ragul board up on a table, Sam and one of Chase's droids peeked in curiously–the old battle droid. Bolt, he believed was the name. Chase didn't notice them until he turned around, only for his fur to immediately fluff up when he jumped.

Marvin couldn't stop a snort that time and pressed his lips together when the Bothan glared at him. Sam and the droid were laughing, too, and got the same look. Sam only laughed harder.

"Okay," Chase challenged, "how 'bout Sam and Bolt play the first round?"

It was Marvin's turn to laugh when they both immediately shut up. "Now, that's not fair," he chuckled.

"Afraid Sam would lose? They should give it a try!" Chase crossed his arms, then spluttered when he couldn't keep a straight face. "…No, really, Sam could kick Bolt's butt. He sucks at strategy games. Likes 'em, but sucks at 'em."

The droid nodded somberly.

Marvin just covered his face.

How had he gone from glaring at and threatening this guy to sleeping in his spare room and joking with his droids? For a smuggler, he was impossibly endearing.