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Off The Grid: Laying Low for Beginners, Tuesday, Period Two
"So," Kanan looked fairly casual as he leaned back against the wall of the Danger Shop, "I guess we're done here? That was quick and relatively painless."
Relatively. It could probably have been worse. He'd come up with some way how if you gave him enough time.
"I'm going to keep this week's lecture short, mostly so we can actually work. Over the past few weeks, we've talked a lot about keeping your head down, avoiding notice, being ready to run and start over somewhere else if need be. Over the past few weeks, I've learned that some of you would much rather fight than run. Hell, the time I asked you to list the most important thing to grab before taking off, only one of you decided that money was more important than a gun or some other weapon." Yes, Merrill, he was counting your staff as a weapon. "So, this week, I'm going to let you all blow off some steam."
The room flickered and shifted, and then they were all standing in a deep, swampy forest. Off in the distance, something made a noise, not quite a roar, not quite a scream, but it was definitely something hungry.
At the students' feet, there was a pile of sharpened sticks, that bounced and jittered every time that roaring something took a step. Through the trees, something massive was visibly approaching, easily as tall as any of the buildings in town, and looking a little bit like the most unpleasant possible cross between a bear and a potato.
"This week, you're going to survive a rancor, however you possibly can. Only rule is 'no outside weapons.' Go nuts."
Yeah, class, your teacher was an asshole.
Relatively. It could probably have been worse. He'd come up with some way how if you gave him enough time.
"I'm going to keep this week's lecture short, mostly so we can actually work. Over the past few weeks, we've talked a lot about keeping your head down, avoiding notice, being ready to run and start over somewhere else if need be. Over the past few weeks, I've learned that some of you would much rather fight than run. Hell, the time I asked you to list the most important thing to grab before taking off, only one of you decided that money was more important than a gun or some other weapon." Yes, Merrill, he was counting your staff as a weapon. "So, this week, I'm going to let you all blow off some steam."
The room flickered and shifted, and then they were all standing in a deep, swampy forest. Off in the distance, something made a noise, not quite a roar, not quite a scream, but it was definitely something hungry.
At the students' feet, there was a pile of sharpened sticks, that bounced and jittered every time that roaring something took a step. Through the trees, something massive was visibly approaching, easily as tall as any of the buildings in town, and looking a little bit like the most unpleasant possible cross between a bear and a potato.
"This week, you're going to survive a rancor, however you possibly can. Only rule is 'no outside weapons.' Go nuts."
Yeah, class, your teacher was an asshole.
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Dante looked at the thing.
He tilted his head just slightly so he was looking at Jarrus, instead.
"Does this count as an outside weapon?" he asked, voice flat as he let Rebellion materialize briefly across his back.
It was, after all, something more of an inside weapon, considering where it usually lived.
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He really didn't want to find out.
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He picked up a stick and gave it a little twirl, letting it fall into his hands the way combat instinct told him how to. "Let's go fight a giant toad with pointy sticks and have ourselves a ribbiting good time."
... he'd learned a few tricks from Kanan these past few weeks, not that he'd admit it, but he still had no fleeing instincts to speak of. Oh well. Besides, in the off-chance Jarrus was lying about the safeties - which was always possible, especially considering he'd just sicced a giant angry toad on everybody - Dante wasn't going down without a fight.
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That was not a thing normal people said, Ahsoka.
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Ada did her best to breathe evenly, telling herself over and over that it wasn't real, that it couldn't hurt her.
It helped with the initial panic, but Ada was definitely scoping out escape routes while Jarrus was talking.
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It's going to take teamwork to survive this one- the fighters can probably distract the thing for the non-fighters' sake. Running the hell away is an option; though your escape route is going to be tricky on the swampy ground, there are plenty of dry spots where the trees' roots have lifted out of the ground. Hiding is also an option, if you can find somewhere in the woods that the rancor can't get to or won't look. Fighting is totally moddable, but killing this thing is going to take a combined effort. Fluffy is tough. Kanan made sure of that when he was programming him into the system, and there aren't any convenient gate doors to drop on this guy.
Anybody who gets eaten will be sent to a different part of the forest, where your asshole teacher is sitting with fruit trays and coffee, casually watching a holo of the festivities.
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Yeah, he was yelling at the rancor. Yeah, he was yelling really stupid jokes at the rancor.
Whatever. Even with a sharp stick, Dante could take this.
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"You keep it focused on the ground," she called out, leaping from branch to branch further and faster than a human could (and gambling that no one here would know most Togruta couldn't either), her feet barely making contact before she lifted off again. "I'll come in from the top!"
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She wasn't the only one with inhuman speed and flexibility here - though at least now Dante had a target in the rancor's big-ass toes.
He started running towards it.
Always a fine plan when faced with a rancor.
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Landing squarely on the bony-plated forehead, she flipped up and over, hooking her hands around the collar as she hauled herself behind its neck.
"Sure you don't want to calm down, Fluffy?" She had to try, even if the rancor was a big blank of nothingness in the Force.
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Which was as far as he got, since he nearly got a foot in the face. He swerved fast, stabbing at a big ol' toe with the pointy stick.
He hated this thing already.
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She jabbed Fluffy's neck with her stick. If she'd had a lightsaber that would have been it, but as it was, that mostly served to distract it from Dante, the beast howling in pain.
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The thing was, Merrill probably would name a rancor Fluffy. What? She thought it was kind of cute.
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He's also an asshole with a fruit tray, so.
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Fighters! Try not to kill him right away! The safety protocols are on, so he can't hurt you (though he can swallow you whole), but he's gonna take more than a few whacks with some pointy sticks to take down.
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