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[childofrebellion]

Milliways is helping with healing more than Cassian expected, he can get work done, rest and not be lectured by medics about how he's doing too much. Today he's decided to explore the garage, he's still being careful with his arm and when he gets down to the main floor stares.

He's never seen this variety of vehicles, not even when he's been on the bigger Imperial bases. Slowly he makes his way down the center, searching for familiar lines and ends up in front of what seems like a line of every starfighter model, in the distance there looks like a Star Destroyer painted in Republic colors.

After trying to take it all in, he finds a landspeeder and sits on it, pulling out his datapad and noting what's here. If any of these are working and there was a way to transport them, they could provide a base for a fleet or if not, he could take parts and keep everything running longer.

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor

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[runningred]

There's a workshop off to one side of the main doors, music floating out from a radio as Jay tinkers with one of his bikes. A bunch of drones float around him, apparently helping or working on projects of their own.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian hears the music and walks towards that part of the garage with pauses to look at ships. When he finally makes it, he stares warily at the drones, his hand lingering for a moment on the blaster on his hip, spy droids can look like that.

Then his arm protests and he rests his healing arm on his datapad as he says, "Hello, are you Jay?"

[runningred]

"You don't need the gun here." Jay says without looking up. "Not around these guys." He passes a spanner to a drone and stands up, wiping his hand on a cloth. "I'm Jay."

[childofrebellion]

"They're yours? Emcee told me that I might find you down here. I didn't expect the garage to be so big,"

They seem like helpful droids and he relaxes slightly.

[runningred]

"They own themselves. I just keep them out of trouble." One of them chirps reprovingly at Jay and bumps into his shoulder.

"Yeah, it's not a small space. If you ever want to go deep exploring, drop by first. I have maps out to a certain distance and trackers so you can find your way back. It's easy to get lost out there."

[childofrebellion]

"I'll remember that but I'll probably be staying around there,"

He points towards the starfighters and other ships from his world.

[runningred]

"Ah, you know those, do you? I tried out one of the speeder once. Nearly wrapped myself around a tree."

[childofrebellion]

"I do and can fly some of them. Speeders are all about the balance, once you find it, its easy."

[runningred]

"That's what nearly wiped me out. The balance is very different to these." He gestures to the bike, half stripped.

"So what can I help you with?"

[childofrebellion]

"Nothing, I'm finding my way around. Does the Bar own all these ships?" He comes over and leans down to look at the bike, wincing as he tucks his 'pad away, "Does it fly?"

[runningred]

"Unless it's tucked in a workshop like these," He gestures to the bikes, "Everything here is common property of the bar. Anyone can use them whenever they like. There are doors over that way that lead onto the mountain if you feel like flying or a bit of off-road action."

He notices the wince but doesn't comment. "These are ground vehicles. Motorbikes. I found a source of vintage bikes I've been doing up to sell on." He spins the wrench in his hand absently. "Keeps me busy."

[childofrebellion]

"Oh, that opens up some options. I might do that, a ship's no good if it can't fly. They're elegant,"

Not a style that he's really seen before but seem like they could get some speed.

[runningred]

"I honestly don't know how far up or out you can go away from Milliways, space wise. I've never tried. Pocket universes tend to have their own ideas about physics but let me know what you find out." And he means it. He's curious now.

He smile at the complement. "1952 Norton civilian Big 4." He says with some pride. "Pig of a bike to ride but nothing stops them. They just keep rolling, year after year. Pity this one got neglected so long." There's a rusted out tank on the bench next to the bike. "Still, won't take much to get her going again."

[andinfluencepeople]

Chuck's not really doing anything worthwhile right now. Sure, he probably should be working on something while his current batch of diagnostics run, but he hasn't gone biking in ages, so instead he's pedaling through the aisles, building up speed as he does.

Which is why he doesn't manage to actually stop the bike until he's a good couple hundred yards past Cassian. He turns it around, and comes back at a much more casual pace.

"Hey," he says, friendly enough, using his foot as an impromptu kickstand when he's close. "I don't know you."

[childofrebellion]

The bike moves quietly on the floor so Cassian sees him pass and come back. By the time Chuck reaches him, Cassian's put his datapad away, is resting his healing elbow on the speeder seat and facing is him, "No, I'm new and exploring the garage. Are any of these ships yours?"

His vehicle isn't familiar but the man looks like he could be from Cassian's world.

[andinfluencepeople]

"None of these," Chuck says, leaning against the handlebars for a brief moment before changing his mind and getting off the bike as he continues to talk. "You get further that way," he waves his hand in a vague direction and adjusting the kickstand, "you'll see a few, but I've got signs up. Or if you spot anything that doesn't have a sign, but looks like a metal person standing upright and she's at least 80 meters tall, that'll be me too, though--"

He laughs, a little, "I'd appreciate hearing about it. This place is a mess to find things in. Chuck Hansen."

[childofrebellion]

"A droid that's 80 meters tall?"

That sounds like something from the Clone Wars and to be avoided. Cassian sits up straighter and winces as his arm protests, his left sleeve is slightly larger than his right with the bacta patches close to his skin.

[andinfluencepeople]

"Droid?" Chuck repeats, brow furrowing. "W-- oh, android? Nah, they're a type of mech we call Jaegers. They have pilots."

[childofrebellion]

"How does that work? Like an AT-AT but human shaped?" He's having a hard time picturing this, even the Empire doesn't have a weapon like that.

[andinfluencepeople]

"No idea what an AT-AT is, mate," Chuck says, holding his hands up in front of him. "And you'd have to ask scientists to answer the first one."

This isn't really true. Chuck is basically an expert at this point. But these things are state secrets -- at least around guys who haven't said anything about themselves.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian doesn't want to pull out his pad, he was looking at equipment lists but down the line behind the starfighters, he can just see the silhouette of some Empire vehicles,

"See the tallest almost head there. That's an AT-At."

[andinfluencepeople]

"Oh," Chuck says, pondering it for a long moment. "Yeah, basically. That looks like a land machine, though -- yeah?"

It has to do with the weight distribution.

[childofrebellion]

"Yes, I've seen them on all terrains but yes, for the land. Are your Jaegers meant for water?"

[andinfluencepeople]

"Yeah. Continental shelves, mostly -- but they can go deeper. We get pretty top-heavy on land. Center of gravity's all wrong."

[childofrebellion]

"Are you on a water planet?" That would make sense though they must be fighting something big.