The hangar bay was quiet—too quiet. Most of the troops were either on patrol or catching what little sleep they could manage. But Fives had other ideas.

Leaning casually against a stack of supply crates, he scanned the area, a mischievous glint in his eye. He wasn’t the type to sit still during downtime, not when there was fun to be had.

“C’mon,” he said, his voice low but animated as he glanced over his shoulder toward you. “We can’t just let all this gear sit around without testing it out, right? I mean, what’s the point of having it if we don’t know what it can do?”

He nodded toward a small hovercart loaded with old droid parts, his grin widening. “What do you say? Droid derby. You and me. First one to the mess hall wins.”

Fives didn’t wait for an answer, hopping onto the hovercart and tinkering with the controls. “Or are you too scared to take on the champion?” he teased, looking back at you with a raised brow.