Kanan Jarrus, The Last Padawan (
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Off The Grid: Laying Low for Beginners, Tuesday, Period Two
"Alright," Kanan clapped his hands together, looking out over his class. If there was an amused look on his face, well, he'd discovered the Danger Shop. And if it was programmed to look like a certain cantina he was well familiar with, full of sweaty, hungry clientele that was just as much alien as human, well... Maybe he was just sharing the love today. "Welcome to The Asteroid Belt. Not much to look at and too much to smell, this is where the miners and freighter pilots coming over from Cynda head to help them wind down after a long, hard day working the moon."
And Kanan, who was stepping behind the bar and casually reaching for a rag to lazily wipe at a glass, apparently tended the bar here.
"You've been told by the bartender, who incidentally happens to be your boss, that if you have one more brawl inside and break one more bottle of his favorite vintage, you'll be flying the broken down hoverbus out back for the foreseeable future." He quirked a little smile. "Trust me, that really is a fate worse than death."
Kanan didn't like the hoverbus. Kanan was pretty sure it was a miracle that the hoverbus hadn't exploded and killed everybody on it, yet.
"Unfortunately, there's this guy." A male Chagrian with a broken-off horn made his way into the bar, the simulation pausing him in place with an angry sneer on his face. "And these guys." A half-dozen other people, a healthy mix of human and non-human, followed behind. They didn't look nice, exactly. "And they don't like you. See, they're a little gang that likes to call themselves the Sarlaccs. If you don't know what a Sarlacc is, trust me, the name fits. These guys'll grab anybody walking through the industrial area at the wrong time, and then thoughtfully relieve them of their credits."
He grinned at the class.
"Last time Charko, that would be the big ugly blue guy, ran into you, you broke one of those horns off of his head. Maybe you meant to, maybe it was dumb luck, but you can imagine he's not too thrilled about it. He knows you're here, he'd like to settle the score by breaking something off of you, and he's got more blasters than you do. Assuming that today you've decided that you like breathing and you hate the hoverbus, you're not going to fight these guys. You're going to hide, or you're going to leave."
He clapped his hands again, and gave a grin to the class that was a little too bright.
"Have fun with that. Oh, and Ada? Congratulations, you'll be my TA for the rest of this term."
And then he turned his attention to the drinks as the Danger Shop sim came to life.
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And Kanan, who was stepping behind the bar and casually reaching for a rag to lazily wipe at a glass, apparently tended the bar here.
"You've been told by the bartender, who incidentally happens to be your boss, that if you have one more brawl inside and break one more bottle of his favorite vintage, you'll be flying the broken down hoverbus out back for the foreseeable future." He quirked a little smile. "Trust me, that really is a fate worse than death."
Kanan didn't like the hoverbus. Kanan was pretty sure it was a miracle that the hoverbus hadn't exploded and killed everybody on it, yet.
"Unfortunately, there's this guy." A male Chagrian with a broken-off horn made his way into the bar, the simulation pausing him in place with an angry sneer on his face. "And these guys." A half-dozen other people, a healthy mix of human and non-human, followed behind. They didn't look nice, exactly. "And they don't like you. See, they're a little gang that likes to call themselves the Sarlaccs. If you don't know what a Sarlacc is, trust me, the name fits. These guys'll grab anybody walking through the industrial area at the wrong time, and then thoughtfully relieve them of their credits."
He grinned at the class.
"Last time Charko, that would be the big ugly blue guy, ran into you, you broke one of those horns off of his head. Maybe you meant to, maybe it was dumb luck, but you can imagine he's not too thrilled about it. He knows you're here, he'd like to settle the score by breaking something off of you, and he's got more blasters than you do. Assuming that today you've decided that you like breathing and you hate the hoverbus, you're not going to fight these guys. You're going to hide, or you're going to leave."
He clapped his hands again, and gave a grin to the class that was a little too bright.
"Have fun with that. Oh, and Ada? Congratulations, you'll be my TA for the rest of this term."
And then he turned his attention to the drinks as the Danger Shop sim came to life.
[OOC: Open!]

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Kanan, you were the worst.
"I could take them," he muttered at his glass.
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Three guesses who she'd picked up the one-up-manship (if not the specific wording) from?
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Maybe he'd totally misgendered her-- uh... whatever. When. Or something?
He didn't speak alien.
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So a different dangly bit to what he was thinking.
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And maybe take bets on the fight.
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"What?" Ada said, echoing her own narrative in confusion. There had to be a paperwork mistake, right?
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"TA," Kanan echoed, shooting Ada a grin as he passed an entire pitcher of ale over to a Wookiee who was looking a bit as though he was going to fall over any minute. "Congratulations. The perks of the job mostly include me already figuring you've got a good handle on a lot of this. And the comfortable seat when we're in the classroom."
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The cantina is busy tonight, though, packed with miners and pilots wanting to have a good drink after a long day's work, and even a couple of those weird heavily-cloaked blood cultists that sacrifice stray animals by the light of the full moon. People mostly just give those guys their space. Because weird blood cultists.
Hide or find a way to slip out unnoticed. Or, hey, work together and come up with a diversion so the rest of you can slip out. Kanan doesn't care how you get out of trouble, here, just so long as you make it good.
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What? He had a long history of fighting his way out of shit.
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Hey, somebody had broken that Chagrian's horn off, after all.
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It regularly took SWAT like twenty, thirty people or more to take him down for just a little bit.
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Instead she scanned the crowd. Once she'd found what she was looking for, she angled her body to hide the motion of her hand and gave one of the Sarlacc's knees a subtle Force push so he'd stumble into a grumpy looking Wookie, or more importantly the grumpy looking Wookie's drink. While people turned towards the source of the commotion she 'borrowed' a cloak from a cultist who'd had a little too much.
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No, she didn't have enough spells that would be useful in an environment like this. Who knew that would be a problem for someone whose magic was primarily nature-based? Besides, the last thing an apostate mage ought to do to escape notice was start flinging spells around. (This logic would apparently not apply in Kirkwall someday, but that was Kirkwall.)
. . . No, she'd just take advantage of Dante's "little" distraction to make a break for the door. It was crowded and uncomfortable in here anyway, and admittedly she did get turned around and disoriented three times on her way to the exit, but she at least made it.
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Anyway, mod your Sarlaccs or your bar clientele however you see fit. If you need anything, ping me down here!