Convention with Gabe

[childofrebellion]

Cassian's waiting at the counter for Gabe, today should be a good day for him to see the convention. And Gabe's eye for weapons will be useful for looking into the shadier deals that are happening and where Yamato's cover will stand out a little too much.

Cassian's dressed in his Willix cover of a neat blue suit.

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[sticktothemission]

Gabriel allows a grin to crack his features. That is legitimately hella tempting and the longing look on his face increases slightly. Reluctantly he puts the weapon back down and places a hand on the rocket. He doesn't try to lift it, though, he has no idea how heavy it's supposed to be.

"And this you said cracks any shield but does it do damage beyond that or do I need a secondary weapons system? What do you recommend?"

[childofrebellion]

Before the salesperson can answer, the partitions of the booth are moved apart and there's the distinctive clunk of boots.

Cassian concentrates intensely on his datapad to hide his face as an Imperial officer enters, "I had an appointment."

[sticktothemission]

Gabriel looks annoyed at the rudeness before he turns to see who's interrupting.

Oh.

His face instantly goes neutral respectful, hiding his wariness. He offers a controlled, polite smile to the salesperson, taking note of their reaction to this. "Another time, perhaps," he says with a hint of regret, stepping back from the case.

[childofrebellion]

As Gabe gets ready to leave, Cassian stands up to shadow him, when the salesperson offers a small package to him, "A small gift and I hope that you might come back at some point."

The officer scoffs at the salesperson though Cassian gives them a small smile before moving out of the booth.

[sticktothemission]

Gabriel accepts the package with a nod and tucks it under his arm. "My thanks." He'll open it later, right now he feels like it's an excellent time to leave.

He gives the Imperial officer a wide berth while trying not to seem too skittish. Or at least not any more skittish than a civilian who was just perusing illegal weapons should be.

[childofrebellion]

Outside the booth, Cassian heads down an aisle to a quieter space. Though as he goes, he does note the various ranks and then looks over at Gabe, "Liking what you see?"

[sticktothemission]

"Some of it," Gabriel allows, eyes scanning the hall and its contents. Then he allows a little grin to come through as he glances at Cassian, breaking character slightly. "All of it, really. I appreciate you showing me around."

He lets it fade again as they keep walking.

"Was that what we needed to find or are there more displays to see?"

[childofrebellion]

"That was more than I was hoping for. We can walk around as long as you want to. And there will also be a race that Master Ilo's going to be in. An unexpected complication came up but it should be a fun race."

He didn't expect to have proof of the Empire using that weapons manufacturer but it provides a useful avenue to pursue.

[sticktothemission]

Holy shit, Yamato's racing here? Jealous.

"I'd enjoy that quite a bit. I've never seen one in person before."

[childofrebellion]

"It should be an exciting race using one of the ships here."

He pulls up a holo of the ship with all its shiny cladding.

[sticktothemission]

"Mm." Yep, jealous.

"Has Ilo flown these often?" How many times has Yamato been out here?

[childofrebellion]

"No, this is his first time having a chance to pilot here."

That's a vague enough statement while still being true. This is Yamato's first time flying but his second in the galaxy.

[sticktothemission]

Gabriel gives him a sidelong look. Cassian just means Yamato hasn't flown in a race before, right? Didn't Yamato only just start the flight school thing?

"I expect he prepped for this for some time." He's practiced somehow, right, Cassian?

[childofrebellion]

"Yes, as much time as he's been able to. The race wasn't planned."

Yamato's been training as a pilot so this wasn't out of nowhere. This just heightened everything.

[sticktothemission]

That's...well, he supposes that will have to do. It's a little late to back out now.

"He'll likely upset a few bookies, then," Gabe says, sounding confident.

[childofrebellion]

"He has and he's a natural pilot." Cassian trusts that Yamato can do it.

[sticktothemission]

"When are the races supposed to start?" He likes to try and keep a timetable in his head. "And which one is Master Ilo in?"

[childofrebellion]

"Only one race and its in a few days time."

[sticktothemission]

"How many pilots, then?"

If it's the big capstone event he expects quite a few. Steep competition for Yamato, then.

[childofrebellion]

"Sixteen or so, the number's not set yet as there are always changes. You hungry? There's a place that does good mynock wings down this aisle."

Cassian wants Gabe to be able to enjoy all the different parts of visiting his galaxy.

[sticktothemission]

"I've never had mynock wings. Let's go."

No self respecting nerd would ever turn down that offer.

[childofrebellion]

"Over this way." There's a food court set up with all sorts of food selections and Cassian heads to a place advertising mynock wings.

[sticktothemission]

The food court is fascinating all by itself. Fried things, iced things, meat things, squirming things, Gabriel does a damned good job of not gaping as he follows Cassian to the mynock booth.

"I completely defer to you for ordering."

[childofrebellion]

Cassian grins at that and orders two baskets of mynock wings and two cold fizzy drinks. Then he hands over one basket to Gabe before going to find a seat at a table, "This is their best sauce, spicy but still with flavor."

[sticktothemission]

Gabe sits, arranging his basket and drink in front of him. He picks up a wing and sniffs at the sauce, getting a hint of the flavor before taking a bite.

"Mm." It's weird, not all that different from biting into a chicken wing but just different enough that you'd never mistake the two. The flavor of it is mostly from the sauce and it is a good sauce with a nice level of heat. "That's tasty."