childofrebellion | Convention with Yamato II

Dryly: "By which you mean, you're going to place another bet, right?" He asks. "Get yourself further into debt?"

Pan fidgets instead of answering.

Cassian says quietly, "The Hutts aren't very patient. Do you have another plan?"

Yamato turns his head towards Cassian.

"I might have another plan. Not a good one, though, and you're not going to like it," he mutters to him.

"What is it?" Cassian asks as Pan looks worriedly between them.

"You. Stay," Yamato says, sharply, jabbing a finger at Pan.

Setting a hand on Cassian's back, he turns them around so that they're facing away from Pan, and from everyone else.

"If he drops a bet in the race, then the worst case scenario is he ends up in even more debt, and the best case scenario is he doesn't get enough to pay it off. Bookies aren't that generous," Yamato murmurs to Cassian. "Prize money on the other hand -- subtract whatever exorbitant entrance fee they've got going, and add a winning bet to it, and he'll probably have enough credits to pay them off, with extra."

"He's not a racer."

Cassian says as he can start to see Yamato's plan and he doesn't like it.

"Gee, y'think?" Yamato asks, shaking his head. "Well, you can't fly in the race, because you're meant to be slipping under the radar, which is the opposite of winning a big race. I don't know, maybe we can find a sim and give him a crash course ..."

He steals a glance back at Pan, then turns away and back towards Cassian again.

"... Yeah, okay, there's no way he's becoming an ace racer in time."

"So you're going to race."

He rubs his hand over his face, this could work but its incredibly risky.

"You're the boss, you can shoot down the plan if you want to."

Beat.

"But my other plan was selling cupcakes until we get the funds needed, and my cupcakes are good, but they're not that good. They're a little dry."

"You'll need time to practice and we'll need to figure out how much it costs to enter the race. This is the best, worst idea."

Cassian will keep thinking of a better idea but they'll have to start with this.

"I just have to not die and also win, right?" Yamato says. "It's doable. If there are sims here, then I've got at least a day or two of practice time."

He flashes a quick grin at Cassian. "Unless you think I can't do it."

He might be needling Cassian a little now.

"I'm not answering that until I've seen you in the ship you'll be flying. You tell him the plan, its your idea,"

Cassian nods his head up to Pan.

"Fine, but I'll be asking again once you have. You're not off the hook."

Yamato turns towards Pan, folding his arms. "You. You'll be arranging us entry in the race, with your fastest racing ship," he says. "The Hutts know you don't have any credits, so you're going to promise to pay them out of your winnings. Your business can be collateral."

He shrugs a shoulder.

"Or you can place a bet on another racer and hope that your luck's better this time around, but I wouldn't gamble on that."

Pan stares at them both before nodding, "I know how to enter you. It would be this ship, its our fastest."

Cassian's satisfied with how easily Pan accepted that.

"Good. Can we give it a test run now, either in the ship itself or in a simulator?"

"I can set it up in a sim, there's one in the hangar and then arrange a time for you to practice."

Pan gestures to another part of the hangar. Cassian looks where he's pointing, its not too far away. "And while you do that, we'll figure out getting you entered."

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Yamato tilts his head a little, because there only being a single public sim means he's going to get maybe a couple of hours practice time at the most. But he can work with that.

"All right, I'll go set that up," he says, then adds to Cassian: "Meet me over at the sim when you're done."

There are about three public sims, they're not all visible from this angle. Cassian nods and turns to Pan who pulls up the race information on his datapad and hands it to Cassian.

While Cassian looks that over, Pan leads Yamato over to one of the sims and starts to set it up.

Sitting on the ship's ladder, Cassian's not happy, the race is expensive and a dangerous course.

Yamato's not exactly thrilled that this is the best plan available either. Although the cupcake offer is still open.

(But they are a little dry.)

As Pan sets up the technical specifications, he circles around to the other side to input atmospheric data, weather variables, and so on.

"This isn't the exact route, they're keeping that secret but most of it." Pan says apologetically as he finishes putting the data in.

Cassian thinks he's found a way to get Yamato in without too many questions. It will involve Pan paying out some money, a little slicing and Yamato being a good enough pilot.

"That's fine. If there weren't any unknown variables, this would be pretty boring," Yamato remarks, finishing up making his adjustments.

"Yes, the handling's sensitive but this should prepare you. I'll go get you entered. Thank you."

Pan's still slightly in shock as he goes back to Cassian and the ship. Where Cassian starts talking logistics of entering with him.

Yamato doesn't climb into the sim yet. Instead, he leans against it, watching Pan and Cassian, and quickly running over the controls he saw on the ship in his head, marking out in his mind each one and what they do.

Cassian's slipped into his neutral working face as he's trying to not get frustrated as the situation but finally a message is sent out, "Now you go and take care of the credits and I'll take care of this end."

Pan nods and they both come back over to the sim and says, "I have to go take care of some business but Willix knows what needs to be done here."

"Good. I'll see you before the race. Stay safe."

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