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fandomhigh2018-06-21 06:41 am
uncertain_dume) wrote in fandomhigh2018-06-21 06:41 am
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Laying Low for Beginners, Thursday, Period 1
Okay, so Kanan looked a little bit tired today as he leaned against the Danger Shop controls. At least his hair was back to more-or-less normal, and his brain felt rather less like it was full of scrambled eggs than it had on Monday evening.
"So, last class for this workshop," he said, nodding at the students here. "Last time I taught this thing, I felt like I had something to prove with a couple of students," Dante, "who didn't lay low so much as they decided they'd punch their way out of every possible scenario, so I set them loose in the woods with a giant man-eating animal on the loose."
And they'd killed it instead of avoiding it, and Kanan had despaired forever.
"I'm feeling nicer this week."
The whole room darkened, and a long city street appeared around them, mostly a long corridor with a few alleyways, the buildings only a single storey tall. Good for ducking and hiding. Good for parkour if anybody saw a mighty need. Sure, all the vehicles seemed to be speeder bikes and hoverbuses. And the extras that the danger shop had populated were the same folks that had been in the cantina in class one. Kanan's patience for programming had run out about ten minutes into building the scenario, so he'd cut a few corners.
"There's a bar down there somewhere," he said, waving down the length of the road. "You don't know which building it is, but it's got a safe room in the back. There's pizza there. Make it there before the end of class and you can help yourself. But these guys-" And the room constructed another squad of white-armored stormtroopers, "are on patrol and looking out for you again. And this time, they actually know what you look like."
Hey, look. There were wanted posters appearing on the street walls and lampposts between here and the bar!
"If you get shot, you won't get hurt, but you will get to put on one of those bucket helmets, pick up a blaster rifle, and join the hunt for your classmates. The longer you're out here instead of in that bar, the harder it's going to get to make it there. Better not get caught."
He smirked a little and hit one more button, and suddenly he was wearing Trooper armor too, an orange pauldron on his right shoulder denoting some measure of rank.
"Better get going," he said, his voice sounding almost robotic through the helmet's processing. "I'll give you five minutes and I'll be coming after you, too."
[Open!]
"So, last class for this workshop," he said, nodding at the students here. "Last time I taught this thing, I felt like I had something to prove with a couple of students," Dante, "who didn't lay low so much as they decided they'd punch their way out of every possible scenario, so I set them loose in the woods with a giant man-eating animal on the loose."
And they'd killed it instead of avoiding it, and Kanan had despaired forever.
"I'm feeling nicer this week."
The whole room darkened, and a long city street appeared around them, mostly a long corridor with a few alleyways, the buildings only a single storey tall. Good for ducking and hiding. Good for parkour if anybody saw a mighty need. Sure, all the vehicles seemed to be speeder bikes and hoverbuses. And the extras that the danger shop had populated were the same folks that had been in the cantina in class one. Kanan's patience for programming had run out about ten minutes into building the scenario, so he'd cut a few corners.
"There's a bar down there somewhere," he said, waving down the length of the road. "You don't know which building it is, but it's got a safe room in the back. There's pizza there. Make it there before the end of class and you can help yourself. But these guys-" And the room constructed another squad of white-armored stormtroopers, "are on patrol and looking out for you again. And this time, they actually know what you look like."
Hey, look. There were wanted posters appearing on the street walls and lampposts between here and the bar!
"If you get shot, you won't get hurt, but you will get to put on one of those bucket helmets, pick up a blaster rifle, and join the hunt for your classmates. The longer you're out here instead of in that bar, the harder it's going to get to make it there. Better not get caught."
He smirked a little and hit one more button, and suddenly he was wearing Trooper armor too, an orange pauldron on his right shoulder denoting some measure of rank.
"Better get going," he said, his voice sounding almost robotic through the helmet's processing. "I'll give you five minutes and I'll be coming after you, too."
[Open!]
Re: Talk to Kanan!
He was a bad, bad man.
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Oh god.
Re: Talk to Kanan!
Kanan, no, stop.
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Who was the bad influence here?
Re: Talk to Kanan!
Both. Definitely both.
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Re: Talk to Kanan!
"I'm looking forward to it," Kanan replied, smirking. "This is going to be good."