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fandomhigh2016-05-17 07:51 am
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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.
[OOC: Open!]
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!]
Re: Get Outta There
Not that he'd made an effort to find out. "I just saw a couple of big guys who came looking for a fight."
Re: Get Outta There
He wouldn't, but let's be real, after this class he'd be pretty tempted to set Dante up to fail hard if he didn't follow instructions. Which was maybe not behavior terribly befitting of a teacher or somebody who had trained as a Jedi, but Kanan hadn't lived this long by playing fair, either.
Re: Get Outta There
He'd probably be slightly more inclined to follow instructions if he trusted teachers at all, but he wasn't, and Kanan's instructions had been pretty broad to begin with.
Re: Get Outta There
He did, however, raise an eyebrow at Dante at that.
"Did you want to see me fight my way out?"
Re: Get Outta There
"No, I want to get out of class and grab some pizza," Dante said.
Re: Get Outta There
Either way, Kanan was sighing and waving a hand for the door.
"Go," he said. "Get pizza. If you figure that's a better use of your time, by all means."
He'd be right here, teaching the students who wanted to be in the room.
Re: Get Outta There
Blame Cassandra Watch 2k16.
Which was actually what he was antsy to get back to, but he wasn't about to share that with some random adult he trusted about as far as-- actually, nowhere near as far as he could throw him, thanks.
So he offered Kanan a mock bow. "It's been great," he said, retreating towards the exit. "Catch you next week."
Re: Get Outta There
He gave his head a shake. And then he poured another drink.
After class, he was going to have to get his hands on the real thing. Force save him from these students.