fandomhigh | So You're a Fugitive From Justice, Tuesday, 3rd Period

Class was in the Danger Shop today. Zayne and the students were standing on a platform on a skyscraper in what certainly looked to be an alien planet of some sort. But aside from an ocean in the distance, it didn't look like there was anything here but city as far as they eye could see.

"Okay, everyone. Today's class was an inevitability from the time this class started. And since you could probably use something fun two days after break, I think it was about time," Zayne said. "So today we're going to have some fun with high speed chases."

"Really, being chased was my immediate present and future back when I first saw what my teachers did to my classmates. They chased me through our school building until I got to my swoop bike and led them on a chase through the city. We tore through the sky, some buildings, down garbage chutes... It was pretty intense. And it all happened here in this city."

"Well, a few square blocks of it and some nice backgrounds in the distance," Zayne amended. "But this is roughly what Taris looks like. It's the planet I grew up and trained as a Jedi on. And if there's one thing Taris is known for, it's swoop bikes. If you're not familiar with them, they're like motorcycles here on Earth, but they fly. And there are some right behind you." Zayne pressed a button on the shop remote and a swoop appeared for everyone in the class.

"I may have made the point several times that I was always a terrible student. But to make up for that, I've also always been a great swoop rider. So I'm going to run you through some of the basics of piloting a swoop, then let you have some fun around the few blocks I was able to make in the shop. Three basic tips right away? Be mindful of your surroundings, try not to crash unless you really mean it, and remember that you're not going to get hurt here. But you really could if you were doing this for real."

"Oh, and if you have a good handle for what you're doing halfway through class, I'll let you race a partner to start to get a feel for the chase itself."

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"That's because I won't," Anakin yelled back.

Right after ducking an overhang. Oops.

Eh, overhangs. Ben figured the one warning was enough--he wasn't going to fuss overly much.

...This could probably explain why the Skywalkers and Solos spent so much time in bacta.

"Last one across the line is a scruffy nerfherder!"

You'd think that kind of inconsequential threat wouldn't be enough to motivate Anakin.

Except it was, and that might also point toward why their family basically had a bacta tank as a vacation home.

"With ronto breath!" Anakin yelled back as he went into a sharp dive into the Middle City level.

"You really shouldn't talk about Jaina like that!" Ben declared, laughing.

It was really convenient they were close enough together to banter, huh?

Incredibly convenient! Plus it made for a dramatically close race and all.

"She doesn't have to know." Anakin twitched his handlebars to maneuver his swoop a fraction closer to Ben's -- not an actual attempt to bump him, just a feint. "It'll just make her want to come and try this course out just to beat us!"

Which she would, and then where would the bragging rights be?

"That doesn't sound like much fun," Ben declared, wrinkling his nose up. "I'd get beaten."

Anakin raised an eyebrow and grinned a very rakish Solo grin.

"Who says you aren't already?"

"Oh, keep dreaming, tiny cousin," Ben declared, grinning back.

Anakin's jaw dropped, and he ended up coughing from the mouthful of dust he'd inhaled before snapping his mouth shut again.

"Who's --" Another cough; how embarrassing. "Who's tiny, cousin who doesn't even exist yet?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, did you swallow a fake bug?" Ben asked sweetly before stomping harder on his accelerator.

Anakin glowered at him -- mostly playfully -- and kicked harder at his own accelerator.

"It's like you've been taking lessons in how to be a pain from Tahiri," he complained, putting his swoop back into a climb.

"She taught a class," Ben made up, trying to inch his swoop in front of Anakin's.

Anakin was evidently determined not to give up a micrometer of ground to Ben, if not outright beat him. For now, he'd settle for doing his best to keep them dead even.

Except that when he turned to give Ben a skeptical look, he took the next turn less tightly than he wanted to and had a split second to make up for.

"Oh, Sithspawn."

"Keep up, Solo," Ben taunted.

Anakin gritted his teeth and bent lower over the handlebars. "Don't have to tell me twice, Skywalker."

"And don't eat another bug."

Thank you, Ben.

Anakin snorted and let out a string of colorful Corellian obscenities under his breath, as if that would coax the swoop to go a little faster. Or maybe that was just a thing Han Solo's kids did when machinery wasn't quite doing what they wanted it to.

"Maybe you should worry about eating my exhaust fumes."

"First I'd have to worry about how you got in front of me, and since that isn't going to happen--" Ben teased.

It could be really close, though!

Because Anakin was not above spotting a platform a hundred or so meters ahead, reaching out in the Force, and pulling.

"That was astral," Ben hooted, wishing he'd thought of that.

Don't encourage the boy, Ben. He wasn't supposed to be doing those things.

Particularly when it meant he could look back over his shoulder and smirk.

Ben was trying very hard to catch up and if Anakin wasn't looking forward, then maybe he could sneak past him?

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