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[childofrebellion]

Cassian's scared and angry after his conversation with the man who cared about the Empire. Bar gave him a map to the gym and he stripped down to his undershirt and began attacking one of the fighting dummies, he's practicing every move he knows to kill and incapacitate someone. He has to be better prepared because if he made mistakes like that at home, he'd be captured again or dead.

That's too great a risk and after a while he stops as the memories push out his thoughts of strike here and here with how they took all his control. He rests on the bench by the wall and sips water as his hands shake, they're not as bad and he knows its only a reaction but he hates it.

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor

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[runningred]

Jay comes in to work out, heading for the mats to start stretching. He gives Cassian room, there's clearly something he needs to get out of his system.

He straps his hands and heads for a punching bag.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian's fighting style is efficient and brutal, a combination of the street fighting he learned as a child and then the training he's had in the Rebellion. When Jay enters, he pauses long enough to acknowledge him before continuing. After a few minutes, he stops and sits near the wall with his water to watch Jay's style and warp his hands around the bottle.

[runningred]

Jay starts with a fairly standard warm up, his style seemingly routine boxing but once he's feeling loosened up, he starts mixing in kicks and body checks. He's someone who works his full advantage.

[childofrebellion]

Jay seems to know what he's doing which fits with what Cassian observed of him and at a certain point offers a bottle of water. Bar gave him a few.

[runningred]

"Thanks." Jay cracks the water and takes a long draft. "Feel like sparring?"

[childofrebellion]

"Not yet, but I might later," He's worn himself out and still feeling shaken, he doesn't trust his control at the moment.

[runningred]

Jay nods towards the weight bench. "Mind spotting me?"

[childofrebellion]

"No, one moment" Cassian takes a long drink of water before coming over to spot Jay.

[runningred]

Jay picks a reasonable set of weights, not aiming to show off at all.

He works at it for a while, working up a sweat. "What to talk about it? Whatever got you railed up?" It's an offer and one he won't be offended if Cassian turns down.

[childofrebellion]

"A complicated conversation with someone,"

He's still not certain how much to trust Jay with but that's the truth of what happened.

[runningred]

"Ah." Jay nods, doing one more rep before setting the weight aside. "Fair enough."

He stretches, enjoying the ache in his arms. "Want a go?"

[mjolnir_retriever]

Thor doesn't actually come to the gym very often. He's got sparring partners instead, and facilities at home that are actually built for Asgardian strength, and stuff.

But he's been at Milliways for a lot longer than he usually stays at a stretch (for various reasons, whose names are IMDB flu and Loki), so he's wandering.

Hey, human! Human who... looks like maybe he's had better days? Or possibly weeks or years?

[childofrebellion]

He hears someone enter and uses that as a chance to rest slightly against the bag.

His hands aren't as steady as he wants and his eyes widen, this man is grander than even some of the Senators on Coruscant, Imperial Moffs wish that had such a presence, "Hello."

[mjolnir_retriever]

"Hello there," says Thor, in a genial rumble.

He absolutely has presence! No one is going to miss this guy walking into a room.

"If you're in the middle of something, I don't mean to interrupt."

He thinks the guy's in the middle of taking a break, or possibly of feeling ill or something, but he could be wrong! And Cassian has the right to go for a polite excuse anyway, if he wants.

[childofrebellion]

"No, I'm not. Did you want a turn?"

Cassian's not his healthiest but even not counting what the Empire did, he's never been a large man. As he talks, he stands a little straighter like those times when Draven's been in a stricter military mood. He's not at his neatest with his hair sweaty, tape on his hands and a few of his scars visible.

[mjolnir_retriever]

Thor considers that invitation briefly, and seriously.

"I was merely exploring to fill the time," he says, amiable, "but I have not tried some of these pells."

So sure, why not, if Cassian doesn't especially feel like chatting or does especially want to trade turns or something. Thor's not deeply invested, but it would probably be a good exercise in control to go up against human-intended equipment.

[childofrebellion]

"They're good, the resistance is in the right places. I'm Cassian Andor,"

As he moves away, he offers Thor his hand with a nod, he's learned some protocols if he needs to infiltrate but they depend on knowing who you're meeting. He's been using one that's fairly human shaped and appreciates the quality.

[mjolnir_retriever]

Thor's lived his whole life as a prince in a warrior society; he's used to good equipment. It honestly hadn't entirely occurred to him that you might run into things like cheap training dummies with the resistance in the wrong places. What would be the purpose to that? But okay, good to know!

"Thor, son of Odin," he supplies readily, clasping Cassian's forearm. He's learned about the existence of handshakes here, but they're never his first instinct.

Just to check: "The right places for a human?"

It's human-shaped, but then so is Thor. But this Cassian Andor certainly looks like he's* human, to Thor's eyes.

*Probably and provisionally he. Thor's willing to guess from things like clothing styles and haircuts, but Milliways is great for making one wish for straightforward Asgardian-style patronymics. He doesn't want to guess wrong with someone who'd mind it, and with so many cultures that's always a risk.

[childofrebellion]

"Yes and most humanoid species,"

Its a formal way of talking and Cassian wonders who Odin is. He adjusts to the forearm shake with another nod.

[mjolnir_retriever]

Aha! Points for being aware that other species exist, dude! (Even if the term humanoid is kind of amusing to him.)

Thor hasn't met other Star Wars characters as far as this mun recalls, at least not to talk much about their galaxy's species diversity, and thus he doesn't realize just how impossible it would be to not be aware of other species' existence. Still, either way, Cassian and/or his society get points.

"You're not from Earth, I take it."

[childofrebellion]

"No, I don't believe there's an Earth anywhere in my galaxy. I'd never heard of it until I came here,"

And now he can't seem to stop hearing about it.

[notapilot]

Ever since he saw the Infirmary report, Sam's been trying to tell himself he did everything he could. He spoke with the guy, began to get him to open up, eased into getting to know him. You can't rush those things. Thing is, Sam can't help feeling like he failed the pilot regardless of logic.

He knows this and he also knows he'll work himself into a snarl if he doesn't do something. Since he can't change what's happened, he finds his way to the gym with the idea to work some of emotions out with some sweat.

Finding Cassian, he pauses to watch his technique.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian's style is efficient as he learned to fight on the streets and then was trained by the Rebellion. At the moment, he's focusing on many of the more brutal techniques as it makes him feel like he can do what he needs to.

Some of his healed scars are visible under his undershirt, the red on his wrists has finally faded and he hears someone. That gives him a chance to pause as his emotions are closer to the surface than he likes and he leans against the bag and nods to Sam.

[notapilot]

The technique reminds him of much of his own training. Nothing fancy, just get the job done; quickly and quietly.

"I could hold the bag for you if you'd like?" he asks with a friendly nod hello.

[childofrebellion]

"Thank you, yes and I'll do the same for you,"

He can do another round and knows that he will feel better for it. Tiring himself out with work will help him sleep.