Novus laughed, and his brain-tails twitched in amusement.
“Why would you trust me? You’ve known me all of what, 30 minutes? I certainly don’t trust you. That is something you earn. But, I have learned to listen my gut over the years. And mine is telling me that you might be worth my time.
“Regardless, you are going to be with us for a little while. We aren’t stopping until we get to Ord Mantell. Once we get there, you’ll be free to do what you want. We aren’t in the business of conscripting, unlike the Imps.
“I know you said you didn’t have any love for space travel, but I think it would do you some good to see more of the galaxy. See the way things really are out there. Especially for those of us without your good fortune to be born human.”
At this, his head-tails made movements that would have to be sarcasm.
“It might help give you a… new direction.
He flicks a switch and barks,
“Peek! Get your rusty self in here!
“Ri, while you are on the Eclipse you are not a prisoner, but I can’t give you free run of my boat either. So I’m going to give you a chaperone.”
The door opens and you turn to see a battered Battle Droid walk into the quarters.
“Ri, allow me to introduce PK-380, or as we all call him, Peek. He’s going to be your best friend until we get to Ord Mantell. We picked Peek up at a scrap sale on Naboo a while back. What passed for his Battle Droid brain was shot, but we re-tasked him. Now he’s what passes for our quartermaster.
“Peek, you make sure Ri here stays out of trouble until we make port.”
“Roger, roger.”, the droid replies.
“Curse you, that’s not funny.”