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You know him!
(or maybe you don't.)
You love him!
(or maybe you don't.)
You can't live with out him!
(or maybe you have been this entire time without even realizing he existed in the first place.)

It's Commander Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuumi!
(or it's an older man sitting at the bar nursing a small ceramic cup of rice wine. His Forces dress coat is slung over the stool to his left, and he's slowing making his way through a copy of a newspaper that appears to be printed in Mandarin. Though ymmv.)

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Cassian noticed Bumi's dress jacket as he sat down, and ordered a towel to wipe off the ash that had settled onto him from the factories on the asteroid he's on.

Then he gets a nice caf and some fried paradoxes, while noting the newspaper and little cup. "What are you drinking?"

It's kind of hard to miss Bumi's jacket, what with it being all red and decorated with a whole lot of military bling.

His brow goes from furrowed-displeased to furrowed-curious at the question?
"Hmm? Oh this?" he ask turning to regard his new drinking companion.
Because...that's what you are now, Cassian.
Congratulations!

"Little bit of rice wine. You know, to take the edge off."
Bumi gestures to the paper.

Why is the news never good?

It must be a common drink wherever the other man's from if he looks confused at the question.

"I'll have to try it sometime as there's always something sharp out there."

That gets Cassian a bark of a laugh in reply.
"You are not just whistling Gaoling there, my friend! How does now suit you? You look like you've had...a day."

Before the other man can respond one way or the other, Bar provides Bumi with an additional cup, which Bumi very quickly fills from the small carafe to the side of his paper.

"I have, a couple of them. Gaoling, don't know that one." He appreciates that in Milliways, he can just ask questions about what he wants to know about. When the cup appears, he gives it careful sniff before taking a sip and considering the flavor. "That's nice, complicated and warms you up."

Edited 2018-09-20 19:45 (UTC)

"Most of the best parts of a torrid affair, with none of the messy clean up."
He takes another sip, refills his glass, and then turns to more fully address his new friend.

"So tell me about these days of yours."

Cassian nods with a small smile. "Always good to avoid a mess. Not much to tell, I'm a pilot and all the people who said they had jobs for me aren't being easy to find."

Too many Imperials, too much ash and spending time on a planet where its hard to see what can be done are wearing Cassian down.

Bumi perks up at the mention of pilot. He's not sure what the other man pilots, but he's certain that if such a craft is being piloted freelance, it must be at least a little exciting.

"What do you pilot?"

"A kind of spaceship called a U-wing, it goes easily between atmo and the black. Not a large ship but I can carry cargo and some passengers."

He takes another sip as he likes the heat of the rice wine.

Boat. Airship. Bison.

These are all things Bumi was expecting to hear.
Spaceship...not so much.

"Is a spaceship what I think it is?"

"A ship that flies through space, yes. No space travel in your galaxy?" That keeps being the norm for patrons here with a few other space travelers.

"Space as in," and he jerks a thumb towards the Observation Window.

"Not so much. It's only been in the last fifty or so years that we even got mechanized flight at all. Before that you'd need either a dragon or a skybison to get off the ground."

And that world? Was almost fresh out of both of those.

"Yes, but without the explosions. Skybison, I've never heard of that species."

Not always without explosions but not to the level of the Window.

Bumi can't help but chuckle at that.
"Probably make for safer travels that way."
Less FUN travels, in his personal opinion.

"You know," he says wiping his mouth after taking another sip of wine. "That kind of doesn't surprise me. They seem to be unique to my particular Other Side of the Door.

They're about ten tons, have six legs, horns, and they can fly."

"I wouldn't want to meet one of those when entering atmo." They sound dangerous and anything that flies and has horns would cause trouble for any other flier.

"Yeah...I'd imagine flying into a herd, or even just one, would be like driving into a sabretooth mooselion. It'd walk away without a scratch, meanwhile your ride would be totaled."

"Yes and I try and avoid crashes when I can. Repairs take time and credits."

Bumi nods along.
"And then there's the pages upon pages of paperwork, and really who has time for that?"

Not Bumi, that's who!

"No one, but paperwork is always appearing. Every port has its own forms."

"Which is exactly why I keep telling my XO that we should just anchor out of harbor, and sneak in on the life rafts."

Bumi's XO has the patience of two dozen saints.

"How big is your ship?" Depending on the size that could be an invasion.

"Why sir, you haven't even offered to buy me dinner yet."

He barely finishes the sentence before the wide grin sets in.

Cassian takes another sip of his rice wine with a shrug then offers to refill the man's cup. "How about another drink?

Its a fair question after sharing about his ship.

Edited 2018-09-22 02:14 (UTC)

Bumi's smile only grows, which shouldn't be possible because physics...and yet here we are.

Unflappable is a quality he appreciates in a friend. Especially those of a Drinking variety.

"Can't say no to another drink."
As Cassian pours, Bumi continues.

"My boat's called the Noorvik. It's your standard second-class surface combatant battleship. She is 887 feet, three inches long, with a 108 foot, two inch beam."

That's an impressive smile and what sounds like a large ship. "Sounds large, see a lot of combat?"