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 tips his glass towards him with a grin before taking a decent drag. It tastes as good as it smells and he smacks his lips.

"Pretty good trip so far." He nods to Cassian. "Thanks for letting me tag along."

[childofrebellion]

"Nice to have the sort of time where people can visit." That's not always true with his work.

[sticktothemission]

"If there's ever an excuse to have an offworlder to show around, an event like this certainly fits the bill."

Probably a lot safer than Cassian's usual missions, too.

[childofrebellion]

"It does and they don't happen that often for me." He likes the chance to spend time with ships and show off vehicles.

[sticktothemission]

"Did you ever race?"

Seems like something he'd be into, if he didn't have the rest of the galaxy to worry about.

[childofrebellion]

"Only in sims or around where I was living if there was space."

He shrugs and sips at his drink, so many of those pilots he knew then are gone.

[sticktothemission]

Cassian doesn't seem keen on the subject and Gabriel wonders if it's a sore one for him. He tries to shift the conversation a bit.

"Was that in the ship you have now?"

[childofrebellion]

"Not that often, ships are always on the move."

And while racing could help their skills, the ships had to be ready to use.

[sticktothemission]

"And speed's not everything," he acknowledges with a nod. He considers that statement after a moment. "Probably get some argument with that given our current location." He grins.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian laughs, "Every ship needs to have good handling along with speed."

[sticktothemission]

"Even for racing. Especially for racing."

Crashes may be exciting for the crowd but there's always a sense of horror with them, too.

"What are the rules for this race? Strictly speed and skill or can they use a few tricks?"

[childofrebellion]

"A few tricks but its one of those races where there are places that the camera drones can't see as easily."

[sticktothemission]

"So maybe more than a few. Is that frowned upon or do most just look the other way?"

He's not clear on how seedy this particular race is. On the one hand there's quite the convention going on. On the other they were able to root out a black market lead.

[childofrebellion]

"I think it depends on the racer and what they try. I've heard stories of some nasty races."

Its a mix because the Empire sometimes uses those seedier elements so doesn't want to throw them fully out.

[sticktothemission]

Gabriel grimaces slightly.

"Is Master Ilo prepared to deal with that?"

[childofrebellion]

"Yes, he is." Yamato's a scrappy fighter and that comes through in his flying.

[sticktothemission]

"And he's got a couple aces up his sleeves?"

He glances around them.

"Nevermind, don't answer that." He grins, in case anyone really is listening in. "I'd rather be surprised."

[childofrebellion]

"You'll see on the day of the race." Which is looking like Yamato will have a nice cheering section.

[sticktothemission]

"Hah, looking forward to it."

He raises his drink to Cassian.

"To Master Ilo."