childofrebellion | The Race

Gabe accepts and smoothly adjusts for shoulder bumping.

"Cassian get to show you around the convention? The models are fucking sweet." He pulls out his souvenir of the shark-like ship to show off.

Barry throws a smile, then gestures at an empty seat while he retakes his.

"Yeah, we went through the hall and it was pretty awesome."

"Nerd paradise, man," Cisco says, grinning.

His eyes light up when he sees the ship, and he reaches a hand out.

"Oh! Let me see."

Gabe hands the model over and squeezes by to his seat.

"Cassian has a copy of its specs, and a few others. We were looking at options for Master Ilo."

He's still holding the speech pattern he adopted for here, using proper subjects and all, but his tone is definitely what they're used to.

Cisco takes the small ship, holding it reverently.

"Cool. Yeah, we worked on his ship, check out my souvenir."

Digging into his coat pocket, Cisco pulls out one of the pieces he'd yanked out of Yamato's ship and discarded.

Barry digs into some of the snacks he had, watching the other two.

"I didn't know you were into ships, Gabriel."

Gabriel smiles at Cisco. "I have no idea what that is."

He shrugs at Barry. "I'm no pilot or engineer or anything, but spaceships are cool. Beats anything we've designed back home." He lifts his eyebrows. "Don't tell me S.T.A.R. Labs does spacecraft, too?"

Though they have superheroes, it shouldn't surprise him.

Cisco gives the part a thoughtful look and then shakes his head.

"You know, I don't either."

Before Barry can have a heart attack about it, Cisco reaches out and pats his arm.

"I kid. It's fine."

There is a small bit of panic on Cisco's words, and then Barry throws the man an unappreciative look for the scare.

It's gone quick though, and Barry turns his focus back to Gabriel.

"Spaceships are cool," Barry agrees. "We don't have any ships, but we totally have our own satellite."

Which is awesome.

"Damn," Gabriel says appreciatively.

He glances over the crowd, in the habit of keeping an eye on his surroundings, before turning to Cisco.

"Did you help build it?"

"Of course," Cisco brags, holding the small ship back out to Gabriel. "That puppy has my tech and signature all over it."

"It's a great tool for us to have with the... y'know, Flash thing," Barry adds in, cutting his hand through the air as a speed gesture.

Sure they're in a whole other universe right now, but saying out loud that he's a superhero crime fighter might still draw attention.

Which, judging by the caution from Cassian, Yamato and now Gabriel, seems like something they should avoid.

"Does you guys have any kind of space program?" he asks, curious. Given the robots it would seem they have the tech for it, but then, with the robots their entire focus could understandably be elsewhere.

Gabe takes the ship with a nodded thanks, carefully tucking it away.

"There's a colony on the moon, couple forays out to Mars, but that's all private companies." He lets his face take on obvious bewilderment. "The Bastion in the bar says the moon guys are messing around with GMO gorillas."

No, he has no idea why.

The crowds roar as the ships start lining up in front of the stands.

"Oh shit, here we go boys." Gabriel grins with eager glee as the ships start lining up. He scans the contenders and puts his fingers to his lips, letting out a shrill whistle as he spots Yamato's craft.

Cisco stands on his seat to get a view over the rising crowd, cupping his hands over his mouth and shouting.

"YEAAAAAAAAAAH! MASTER ILO!!!!"

Barry stands up for the start, looking over the ships with excitement.

Giving his own loud whistle, he pumps an arm in the air and cheers, "WHOOO!"

Turning to Gabriel he says, "This is the second time we've been through Cassian's door, but it's still hard to believe we're here."

And it will never stop being awesome.

Gabriel lets out a few more shrill whistles as Yamato takes the 16th position. Makes sense if he was the last to sign up but it certainly ups the challenge for him.

"That's awesome, dude. What else you been out for?"

"Why's he gonna start in the back?" Cisco demands, then shouts, "HEY! MOVE UP!"

"Dude relax," Barry chides Cisco, "I'm sure there's some way they determined starting order."

Or Yamato has some kind of plan, either way it should be fine.

Answering Gabriel, he says, "Swoop races on Corsin. Those were pretty exciting, too."

Gabriel laughs. "Guess I shouldn't be surprised at you guys being into the fast stuff."

Speaking of, the loudspeakers blast their "Go!" and there's a roar of engines as they all hit their accelerators at once.

"GO ILO!"

"Yeah! Look at my boy go!" Cisco cheers, watching as Yamato improves his position up through the field.

"Wait until he gets some room to really run," Cisco says, nudging Gabriel. "With the mods I gave him he'll smoke the rest of these ships."

Barry shoots a grin at Gabriel, then cheers as the race begins.

He roots Yamato on as the race kicks off, but as it goes on Barry's definitely feeling some anxiety watching the close calls with other ships and obstacles.

"This is so crazy dangerous," Barry says under his breath as sparks fly from another close call, then finds himself cheering loudly when Yamato moves up another spot.

Gabriel whoops as they clear the first set of obstacles and Yamato passes yet another ship.

"He's got this," he tells Barry confidently, keeping any worry out of his own voice. "Cisco saw to that, right?" He gives the engineer a grin, then boos at the field as a shaky ship slips past Yamato somehow.

"Oh yeah, if he doesn't die he's totally going to win," Cisco says confidently.

"How 'bout you, Gabe? Would you get in one of those and race?"

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