Kanan Jarrus, The Last Padawan (
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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.

Re: RANCOR!
Okay, they probably could.