Gabriel Reyes (
sticktothemission) wrote in
milliways_bar2017-12-21 01:29 pm
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Gabriel is uncomfortably sitting on the couch across from the fireplace, hoodie pulled up and thoughtfully frowning at the fish. He slowly and regularly taps a finger against the mug of tea in his hands pausing only when he takes a sip. It tastes about how he would expect for something that's supposed to help with aches and pains, which is to say he makes a face every time he drinks.

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He's in from a cold planet and feeling it, his blaster's at his hip and he's in his captain's jacket. When he sees Gabriel's faces, he understands the feeling and the man looks a soldier, he asks, "Is someone making you drink that?"
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"Asked Bar for something for pain relief. Not really sure what this is." His voice is a touch rougher than normal for him, but since they haven't met before that probably isn't apparent.
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"I'm Gabriel," he adds, raising his mug in greeting.
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"Take it you been in injured a few times yourself?" He's noted the weapon on his hip as well and men don't usually go around armed for no reason.
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"So spaceships? Damn, that's pretty advanced. We can barely get around our own solar system."
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They haven't quite settled on calling it the Omnic Crisis yet.
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So he'll keep his questions basic, "Omnics, what are those?"
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Cassian knows he trusts Kay more than other people trust any droids but its Kay.
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Gabriel suspects the omnics weren't supposed to develop AI. Or at least he doesn't remember that being a feature when the tin cans were being pushed.
"We're surviving. And we've still got a few tricks up our sleeve."
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"Going through special training to try and get a leg up on the machines, hence this shit," he settles on saying and allows himself to grimace slightly in emphasis.
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"This is genetics stuff. All the shit that usually needs years of clinical trials and FDA approval and congressional hearings for all the people that still freak out about GMOs just got a big fat green light." Gabriel smiles wanly. He and about a hundred other soldiers are playing guinea pig right now.
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He grins a bit. "Thanks for the concern, man, but I chose to be there. I mean," and he sobers a bit now, "they've already wiped out a few cities. We need every edge we can get."
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“It’s good that you had some choice and yes, protecting your home needs all you can give.”
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"What about you? Empire got any enemies? Or are you not that kind of pilot?"
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