fandomhigh | Laying Low 2.0, Thursday, Period 2

Today when students assembled for Kanan's class, they'd be directed to the Danger Shop, at least in part because it would be more fun to do this lesson in a simulated environment with more to work with than the classrooms had to offer, but also because he could crank the environmental controls down to be even colder than the classrooms, because screw this weather right up the--

"Morning, guys," he greeted with a grin and a wave of his hand. "I'm gonna skip right over introductions this week, since each and every one of you were in my class last semester, so I can just treat this term as a continuation of the last workshop I had you for."

Which was actually pretty convenient. He didn't have to do any recaps for those who weren't up to speed with the rest of the class, and that suited him just fine.

"This week we're going to cover improvisation; that is, being tossed into an unfamiliar environment and situation, with unfamiliar tools, and still having to figure your way out of an ugly situation." The sim kicked up and suddenly they were all standing in a large toy shop. "Your mission here today is going to be twofold. Your best friend has just invited you to their little cousin's birthday, but has neglected to tell you anything about their cousin. Interests, age, anything. So you need to find something that pretty much any kid can appreciate. That on its own is going to be a gamble. Go for the infant section and an older kid might complain that they aren't a baby. Go for the older kids' toys and you might have a choking hazard situation."

He shrugged.

"Part two of the mission," he said as a giant plush dragon roared to life, "is to not get eaten by that guy."

The dragon stretched its wings, roared, and then started to march a dragony patrol up and down the aisles of the store. In spite of it being a big stuffed toy, every step it took made the floor shake and the shelving rattle.

"You can fight it if you need to, but the only weapons you have at your disposal are whatever you can find in this store. You can avoid it, too, though it might herd you away from whatever toy it is you figure will work best for the party. So," Kanan held up a hand, ticking off two fingers as he spoke, "a gift, don't get eaten, by the end of the class. Your mission will be complete when you make it to the cash registers with a thoughtful gift. And go."

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"Are there any random things you've considered?" she wondered, just to narrow things down.

Otherwise she was going to research a bunch of weapons and present him with a list.

"Sure," Kanan replied, shrugging his shoulders. "Though I'd probably get overwhelmed trying to teach more than three or four students how to wield a saber at a time, and unless I drag Hera and her ship into it, another class on exploring this system would be difficult to manage in mine."

"And there is nothing to this system." She was disappointed in it.

"There really isn't. Even the asteroid belt is kind of disappointing," Kanan confided.

So, there was that.

"And I'd take students out beyond this system, but without any idea of what's out there or whether I'd be able to find fuel to come back again, I'd rather not."

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"And our galaxy's a little dicey right now."

Understatement!

"Yeah, I don't care how desperate I am for a class, I'm not throwing a group of Fandom students anywhere near the Empire if I can help it," Kanan sighed.

Rey and Summer were different, okay? Anyway, that had just been a supply run. The once.

"I suppose I could teach... something about mildfulness and meditation," he added, "but I think after fifteen sessions even I'd be sleeping through that."

"No, we need something I can TA," said Sabine. You were stuck with her here, Kanan. "I don't meditate."

Kanan blinked, and then laughed and shook his head. Apparently he'd been adopted by a Mandalorian.

"No meditation," he allowed. "And I don't have an artistic bone in my body, so that's not going to happen."

His idea of wearing colors was maybe putting on a faintly more vibrant shade of earthy green. And don't even look at his idea of interior decorating.

She liked his class, okay?

"Yeah, I noticed," she said easily. "Weapons, then?"

"And back we go, right around to weapons again," Kanan mused. "Well, I've got blasters and a lightsaber. Some explosives knowledge, but more from an industrial standpoint than a weapons one. I suppose I could toss armor in there too, to pad out a few more weeks. See what other weapons there are back home, what Earth has to offer..."

He tilted his head a little.

"And that all depends on whether or not one of the more consistently combat-minded teachers beats me to it, I suppose."

And then he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Self-defense, maybe? Not quite weapons, but cut from a similar cloth, and still something everyone can make some use of, especially around here."

"Or some mixture of it, depending on what somebody else might do," she said. "There's a lot you can do with that."

"It's a starting point, anyway," Kanan agreed, looking thoughtful. "I'll think it over. If I can put together a half-decent syllabus by the time I need to submit a class proposal, then I will."

Otherwise it'd be underwater basket weaving or something.

"And if you need ideas, you know how to find me," Sabine said.

"At least one hour every week," Kanan replied, smiling. "I appreciate that, Sabine. Thanks."

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