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Crosshair leaned against the speeder. Colorful lights were blinking inside the tiny cockpit. The fuel indicator stood on half full and the small weapons system was primed and ready.
He looked to Tech, then back to the speeder.
"That's it?"
Tech shrugged. "It's exactly what I need."
"I doubt that. There isn't even a good gun in here. And you haven't fueled up all the way."
"The weapon system is adequate, and I calculated the exact amount of fuel I would need. More would only slow me down."
Another sceptical look towards Tech, which he intentionally ignored while he pushed past Crosshair.
"I know what I am doing."
"I never said you don't."
Tech gave him an annoyed look and put on his helmet before climbing in the speeder. At least he was wearing his helmet. Crosshair would prefer him to wear the rest of his armor too; even if Tech looked really good in his racing suit.
But. Armor. Protection.
Crosshair sighed. Arguing was impossible, he knew that. Not that he hadn't already tried. They both had tried. Tech had said something about proper racing gear or whatever and dismissed them.
To distract himself, Crosshair leaned even more inside the cockpit, watching Tech flick some switches. The engines roared to live.
"Good luck. And may the force be without, or whatever," he joked, eyes going wide when Tech actually grinned at him.
"I don't need luck or the force."
"I know you don't." He smiled fondly and stepped back, watching Tech for a moment longer before climbing up to the stands, where Phee was already waiting.
"What, no good luck kiss for him?" she asked, making space so Crosshair could also have a look at the datapad showing the track layout.
"He said he doesn't need luck."
Phee had to snort. "Oh course he did."
The sound of roaring engines and the cheering audience filled the arena. The air smelled like exhaust fumes and adrenaline. Probably.
Crosshair settled beside Phee, one eye on the speeder and one on the datapad. He was a bit annoyed that he couldn't see the whole racing track from here and had to rely on the screens - then again, his eyesight was still impeccable and no one else would be able to see anything without screens. He’d be fine. Didn’t mean he couldn’t complain.
"I still can't believe that Tech agreed to take you along so easily. He never took me all the times before!"
"Because you wouldn't have stopped talking about it and ratted him out to Hunter on accident."
Phee gasped in mock offence. "I wouldn't!"
Crosshair only returned a smirk. "I know you. Oh, also, he agreed to let me paint the speeder with a cool motif after the race."
"No way! That's also something I wasn't allowed to do."
“What can I say, I'm his favorite." Crosshair leaned against the railing and grinned, not even fazed when Phee shoved him. But she was smiling too. He still didn't get over how warm he felt in moments like these.
They only stopped squabbling when the racers lined up at the starting line. Crosshair switched on his ear piece, a direct line to Tech's comm.
"So, are we ready to win this?"
"What else are we gonna do," Tech replied, still grinning.