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Cassian's close to the fire as his parka dries next to him and he has his hands around a spiked caf.

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?"

"Yeah, me," Gabriel responds dryly. He moves to sit back slightly and get a better look at Cassian but his frown deepens as he jostles the incisions on his hips. The cuts are hidden under army issue sweatpants, today was supposed to be a recovery day, but Gabriel is cheating by using Milliway's time.

"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.

He watches how the other man seems to still be hurting, “There’s an infirmary if you want to get something stronger.”

"Thanks, but I came in from an infirmary. I'm cheating enough by stealing time to heal up here, if I go back 100% they're gonna start asking questions." He definitely thought about it but he's under a little too much scrutiny right now to pull it off.

"I'm Gabriel," he adds, raising his mug in greeting.

“Milliways is good for that. You can rest here and people might ask but they don’t usually fuss like medics. Cassian,” He returns the greeting with his mug.

Gabriel keeps his face a little more stoic when he takes a drink since he knows he has an observer now.

"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.

“I have. I’m a pilot in the Galactic Empire and I always seem to be traveling through dangerous territory,” His work takes him into those spaces but a stranger doesn’t need to know that.

Gabriel recognizes that. Another person from- hah, he kinda loves Milliways just for that. He doesn't let this show in his face beyond a slight raising of eyebrows.

"So spaceships? Damn, that's pretty advanced. We can barely get around our own solar system."

“Yes, I fly ship called a U-wing. You’re from an Earth?” They all seem to be around the same technology level.

"That obvious, huh?" He smiles a bit then says very dryly, "Got a war with omnics going on if that sets me apart any."

They haven't quite settled on calling it the Omnic Crisis yet.

Interesting, Gabriel's from Sombra and the droid E's world, but he hasn't figured out the timeline there.

So he'll keep his questions basic, "Omnics, what are those?"

"Robots, basically," he says a shade bitterly. "Self-programming. Supposed to be some manufacturing miracle that flopped and got shut down. Then they woke themselves back up and have been trying to kill us ever since." He takes a drink. Hasn't been a fun time in his world recently.

"Kriff, even droids can't do that. I mean they have programming and can change some things but not all of it,"

Cassian knows he trusts Kay more than other people trust any droids but its Kay.

"Smarter than Omnica Corp. was, then."

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."

“That’s what you have to do, Who do you serve with?” Surviving and finding openings is how Cassian’s fought the Empire most of his life.

"US Army." He pauses to take a drink so he can think. Obviously the SEP is supposed to be top secret but Cassian isn't from his world let alone his reality.

"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.

“You’re getting implants?” It’s something that happens in his universe but if Gabriel’s getting them, he can’t see where.

"Nah, man, our tech's not at that level yet, plus being part machine probably wouldn't go over too well right now." Give it twenty years and then they'll be cooking.

"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.

Cassian’s eyes widen a little, that makes him think of the clones, “What’s it all supposed to do?”

"Harder, better, faster, stronger?" Gabriel shrugs. "We'll see how well they nail it, pretty sure this is unknown territory for us all."

“Did you volunteer or were you chosen?” How much does Gabriel believe in this fight?

"Bit of both? There's a selection process," he doesn't know what went into that, there are certain people he wouldn't expect to be in the program, like the very young and inexperienced Jack Morrison, "and they send the invites out."

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."

Cassian nods as he could see the Empire experimenting on people without asking. They’re always seeing how far they can push anything,

“It’s good that you had some choice and yes, protecting your home needs all you can give.”

Gabriel nods.

"What about you? Empire got any enemies? Or are you not that kind of pilot?"

He shakes his head quickly before answering, “I don’t fly for the Empire just in it. My ship’s small mainly flying cargo and passengers. They have some enemies, there are rumors of rebels.”

Edited 2017-12-23 21:17 (UTC)