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Hangar with Cisco, Barry and Yamato

The hangar's not too far from the main exhibit hall, a walk through busy streets to an imposing building. Inside they walk by many of the real ships that only had models in the exhibit hall and towards a section that's near one of the corner. The ship is gleaming and shining where it waits.

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"Yeah? Well be prepared to go even faster the next time out," Cisco says, growing more excited as Yamato and Cassian describe the course.

"I did some reroutes and bypass work to get you both more speed and fuel efficiency. I also tweaked the handling some so you should have more responsiveness."

"Waaait-- say whut now?" Barry asks, looking between Cassian and Yamato.

Flying straight down 'really fast' just doesn't sound... safe.

"What other challenges are there on the course?"

"Um."

Okay, this might be the awkward part. Trolling is fun and all, but Yamato doesn't actually want Barry to have a heart attack.

"There's an industrial area with obstacles, too, and a narrow system of caves, along with a few sections that are open and don't have any challenges. It's a three lap course, so I'll go through all the challenges three times," he says, then turns a little towards Cassian. "Did I get any of that wrong, or am I missing anything?"

"I think you covered all of it." Cassian pulls up a holoprojection of the race course.

"Oh come on, it's not like there are laser death traps, or a field full of post-apocalyptic murder vehicles," Cisco replies as his way of easing Barry's anxiety.

"Yamato's going to be fine. He's probably done this at least once."

None of that is very reassuring, but Barry doesn't want to be overbearing.

Putting on a smile, Barry nods, looking at the race course when Cassian puts up the holoprojection.

"Well that all sounds... exciting."

Yamato's eyes flick in Cisco's direction at the mention of laser death traps, because he's pretty sure the industrial section of the course has at least a few moving laser cutters.

Not that he's going to say that. Instead, he needs to say something reassuring, right? He's got this, it's fine, he can definitely do reassu -- ...

"Hey, if I die, you can have my stuff. Win-win, right?"

Nailed it.

Cassian sighs at all of them, "They're not full on starfighters in this race."

"Why does he get your stuff?" Cisco asks, affronted. "If you die you're probably going to take my ship with you in some horrible burning inferno, so where does that leave me?"

Yamato and Cisco are both the worst at this and Barry turns to Cassian for help.

"I mean like, for real, the last time was just a fluke, right?" Barry shouldn't expect a crash to happen every time they come to a race, right?

"You wouldn't appreciate my stuff. You'd take my harmonica down to a pawn shop and dismantle my digivice to examine its insides," Yamato says to Cisco, folding his arms, any attempt to reassure Barry momentarily forgotten about.

"Yes, that crash was a fluke. There will be some bumping but not like that."

Cassian's going to just ignore Cisco and Yamato. And its mainly the truth, that crash was dramatic and unusual.

"Ugh, excuse you, I happen to be a great musician," Cisco replies, with more affront. "And I would so totally put it back together better than it was. Just like I did your ship here."

He pats the side of the ship in emphasis.

"Fluke, right," Barry says, grasping onto that.

The inane argument makes it a little easier to listen to Cassian over Cisco and Yamato, but Cisco's comment does turn Barry's head.

"You are?"

Yamato tilts his head. "I guess your guitar playing was alright."

He remembers as much from when he taught Cisco to play that song for calming GP down.

"You can have my guitar. Cassian can get my digivice so that he can keep it safe from you. Barry gets everything else."

Compromise!

"You'll have to play for us sometime, Cisco. What improvements have you made?"

He wants the details before he has Yamato fly in the ship.

"What? No, I'm not. Shut up," Cisco says, answering Barry, but the last is said pointedly at Yamato.

Willfully ignoring Cassian's suggest, Cisco holds out the datapad to Yamato.

"Here, give this to whatshisface," Cisco says, gesturing towards Cassian.

On display are the reconfigurations he did and bypasses he installed to get more speed and maneuverability out of the craft.

"How about we make the whole thing really simple and you just don't die?" Barry suggests, giving a bit of a smirk.

He's still nervous, but really he knows he has to trust his friends.

"Aw. Look who's all embarrassed," Yamato teases. "Hey, I know some places that do music gigs if you ever want to play your guitar for a crowd. I think people would really like it."

He takes the datapad, giving it a read himself and taking it all in before hopping down the ladder and handing it off to Cassian, with a 'looks fine to me, but you're the expert here' shrug.

"What, my stuff isn't good enough for you? That's rough," he says to Barry. He adds to Cassian: "I can't believe Barry doesn't want my stuff, you know how many cool vintage jazz LPs I have?"

Cassian looks over the datapad only nodding to Yamato,

"Your stuff is good enough for whoever wants it."

"I will stab you" Cisco threatens Yamato, holding up a screwdriver.

He then uses the screwdriver to close the console back up, making sure everything is back in place where it should be.

"Well wait," Barry says, holding up a hand, "You didn't say anything about a record collection. I thought you were going to give me Gabumon and your brother and I've already got my hands full keeping these two out of trouble."

Barry gestures at Cisco and Cassian, giving a laugh.

Yamato gives Cassian a nod in return, because he's presuming that's a 'the ship is fine, everything's okay' nod.

"Hey," he says to Barry. "You'd be lucky to get Gabumon and Takeru. They're great, anyone would be thrilled to have them."

"No one's allowed to have Kay unless he wants to go with you. These are good ideas, Cisco. I like how you think."

"Naturally. I am awesome," Cisco tuts, saluting with the screwdriver. Tucking the tool away into his back pocket, Cisco finally clambers out of the ship.

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