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[childofrebellion]

After drinking the night before with Cassidy, Cassian spent the night at Milliways. He woke not long before the sun from a nightmare, tried to sleep a little more before deciding to get up. At the counter, he picks up a thermos of caf and some breakfast then goes down into the garage. The Willix cover has left him wanting to remind himself of who he is and what he can do.

In the garage, he sets to work on the X-wing, he has a better idea what Anakin was going for and is able to get some work accomplished. Being able to fix a ship and understand it better is satisfying.

Later in the day, he finds the speeders that Jay had mentioned and spots the door out. With his leather jacket tight to his collar, he drives the speeder bike out into the back. Its not flying a ship but he has control and freedom. He does a circuit of the lake, a few turns in the forest and later ends up stretched out on the bike near the beach with his jacket as a pillow while he does some reading on his datapad.

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor. Find him in the garage working on the X-wing, out on the speeder or relaxing on the speeder.

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[likeroaringlions]

Beware, beach-goers: a ball, kicked a long way, plonks into the side of the speeder where Cassian's resting, and William only belatedly calls out a heads-up warning. "Sorry, didny see you there! Alright?"

[childofrebellion]

The speeder wobbles and Cassian sits up reaching for his hip, his blaster's in his room and then he spots the ball and William,

"Its fine, didn't hit hard enough to do anything."

[likeroaringlions]

William trundles over, a hand still held up in apology. "Right, sorry. Did I wake you up?"

[childofrebellion]

"No, I was reading not sleeping," He's never been comfortable sleeping out in the open, too dangerous and holds up his datapad to show William what he was reading.

[likeroaringlions]

He looks the screen over, but doesn't make much of it. "...is that any good?"

[childofrebellion]

"This, no, its for work but I have some recipes and poetry to read that are better," Its a list of shipping routes with who uses them the most.

Cassian sits up and looks at the ball that William's hitting around, "You playing with anyone?"

[likeroaringlions]

Poetry and recipes. Okay. Sure. Whatever makes you happy, space pilot man. But William brightens noticeably when Cassian ask about the football. "Just knocking it around the place. Fancy a kickabout?"

[childofrebellion]

The recipes give him ideas and Cassian nods and stretches, he can't remember the last time he kicked a ball unless it came his way on the street.

He tucks the datapad under his jacket and stands up, "Yes, its been a while."

[likeroaringlions]

William grins. "Come on, then. We'll get off this beach, though. This sand is shite for playing ball. Over where it's grassier?"

[childofrebellion]

"Yes, where people spar is fairly flat. How are you doing?"

William seems happy which is good as he seems annoyed at the world a lot.

[likeroaringlions]

"Not bad. I just came in here to get some things I canny get in Rome. Decent whisky, mostly." He tosses the ball ahead, off the sand, and breaks into a jog after it, assuming Cassian will keep up.

"What about you?" he calls over his shoulder.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian picks up his pace to keep up with William, "Yes, the drinks are always good here. I'm traveling and nicer to eat here than what's in the ports."

[likeroaringlions]

"Sometimes you just want a decent meal, right?" He's caught up to the ball now, and kicks it over to Cassian.

[notmygrandfather]

Anakin Solo's usual meditation spot is a rock by the beach. As he treks there, in his repurposed orange flightsuit (the uniform of the Jedi Academy, in his time), he spots the familiar-looking speeder bike. He slows for a moment, surprised to see such a vehicle here, then increases his speed to a jog.

He stops a few metres away. He doesn't recognise the man, but his clothing and insignia are definitely familiar.

He clears his throat, then waves.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian hears someone approach and notes the orange, nothing else is the orange of a flightsuit, he hasn't seen it on someone that young before.

By the time, there's the wave, he's sitting up and has put his datapad away, "Hello, you're a pilot?"

[notmygrandfather]

Anakin allows himself to be briefly flattered at the assumption, then shakes his head. (Jedi shouldn't be proud, that much he remembers from Uncle Luke's lectures.)

"No. My dad is, but I've never flown a ship alone before."

He hesitates for a second, glancing at the sky and back again, then says, "Are you? That's a speeder bike, right? I didn't know Milliways had any."

[childofrebellion]

"It probably won't be too long before you do. I think I wasn't that much older than you when I did my first solo flight. Yes, I am," Cassian wants to know more before he mentions what he flies, time here is strange.

The garage is a better topic of conversation, "Yes, everything's down there. I'm working on an X-wing and there are ships I've only ever seen in history holovids."

[notmygrandfather]

Anakin nods. He's not sure how old Cassian is -- thirty maybe? But his clothes look Galactic War style, so he's already sure there's timeline stuff going on.

He brightens at the X-Wing mention. "What model of X-wing? I've never worked on one before."

(He's never had to work on -- or fly -- any X-Wings, since the galaxy was at peace for almost six years before he was born, and still is now. He doesn't mention this.)

[childofrebellion]

"This one's a T-65, I don't remember which exact model. I usually fly a U-wing but if I can get this one flying, I know people who can use it. I'm Cassian,"

He'll start with that, the boy's asking about X-wings and that's something he's finding is a good sign here.

[notmygrandfather]

"My uncle flew a T-65!"

(That sentence almost ends, into the Death Star, but Anakin's been in Milliways long enough to know that timelines are delicate. He's also withdrawn in general, which helps.)

"Hi, Cassian. My name is Anakin."

[childofrebellion]

A child named Anakin is unexpected as the older Anakin is a Jedi, but this is Milliways, he's learned to listen and wait. Sometimes it all ends up making sense,

"Your uncle's also a pilot? Its good to meet you, Anakin."

[notmygrandfather]

"Yeah, he's one of the best. After my dad."

Anakin frowns thoughtfully. He's actually not sure whether his father or uncle is the better pilot, or which criteria should be used for judgement.

"It's astral to meet you too, Mr Cassian."

[childofrebellion]

"Are they both starflighter pilots? They're the best ones I know. I'm good but nothing like them. Just Cassian is fine,"

He's only ever called mister when he's undercover, it feels odd with his real name.

[notmygrandfather]

"My Uncle Luke's a good starfighter pilot. My Dad..." Anakin frowns. He knows his dad can fly starfighters. He goes with that, since it's not technically a lie.

"Yeah, they both fly starfighters."

Sometimes, his mind adds.

"How broken is the T-65 in the garage?" Anakin starts to wonder if he could bring parts for it.

[childofrebellion]

"Its not too bad though one of the people helping me is a starfighter pilot who's been doing major modifications. At this point, its being rebuilt from the ground up,"

Other Anakin really likes making modifications.