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Laying Low 2.0, Thursday, Period 2

For some reason, Kanan looked the slightest bit twitchy today. It was only a very slight bit, he was usually pretty good at keeping most of his twitchiness under wraps. But it was there all the same.

Twitchy.

"Another scenario today for you," he said to a class that he'd told to meet outside, today. "Let's say it's been about two weeks since something happened and the troopers here in town have started actually not being useless, for a change. The trade-off is that they're looking for all of you, and the orders are shoot-to-kill. You don't have a weapon, you don't have money, you don't have access to the dorms, and anybody in town could potentially recognize you and turn you in."

He waved a hand down from the school grounds toward the town proper.

"But you still have to survive here. You need to eat. You need to sleep, but you're alone and the troopers could stumble over you at any moment. Most of all, you need to get away, and the damn Causeway isn't letting you cross."

He glanced back at the class.

"What do you do? What takes priority? How can you be certain that making sure your needs are met isn't going to get you killed?"

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Hungry, Probably.

Prince Sidon

Sabine Wren

Theron Shan

Uma

Less a lecture and more a scenario this week. Mull it over while Kanan talks.

Oh yeah, this was an easy day for Sabine, who at least recognized that that probably wasn't great.

Ahhh, now here would certainly be a challenge! Granted, any activity in this class that relied on simply hiding out would be a bit trial for giant seven-foot-five-and-growing red sharkman, but this one had the extra level of the familiar territory. Obviously, all of his usual thoughts of escaping into the various waters was right out; that was the first place anyone would go to look for him! So the trick would be in figuring out where the last place anyone would go to look for him would be...

...a solution so elusive that even Sidon himself couldn't think of it!

When his lecture was over, Kanan waved a hand out toward the town.

"I'll give you the rest of class to wander the island considering the problem," he shared. "See what you can find. Food, shelter, somewhere to lay low where you can feel reasonably confident you won't be found. A way off the island, ideally. Then come back and we can poke all kinds of holes in whatever you come up with. It'll be fun."

Uma had an easy enough way out, but that would involve telling secrets she wasn't really ready to share yet. So, instead, she looked around for places to lie low. She had a couple of benefits to work with: she was used to being hungry, uncomfortable, filthy, and on the lookout, so it wasn't like this scenario was all that new.

"There are enough restaurants that food's easy enough," she said. "Just gotta figure out when they take the trash out for the night."

Look, her mother's restaurant sold wet rot, dry rot, and ooze. Restaurant leavings from that very day were multiple steps up.

Kanan gave a little nod of his head.

"You do what you have to do," he agreed. "Most of what those restaurants throw out is still perfectly edible, if slightly used."

That's how he'd done it, after all.

"Slightly used is better than what a lot of people get," Uma said with a shrug, not mentioning the fact that she'd been one of those people up until she'd gotten to the island.

"And even people who are used to getting their food fresh generally swallow their pride and make do with whatever they can get into their mouths when they get hungry enough," Kanan agreed. "Food's food. Good luck staying alert enough to not get caught without it."

"Always have been before," Uma said, mouth a straight line.

"Alert enough?"

Kanan had to check these things. He was pretty sure what was what she was saying, anyway.

Uma gave him a short nod. "Nobody ever just gives you anything," she said. "You gotta take it. And you gotta be fast and smart, cause there's always someone who's willing to take it from you, too."

"No time to stockpile when you might have to take off at any moment," Kanan noted. "You get it, you use it, because you don't know how long it'll be before you get it again and the next person who comes around might be tough enough or slick enough to leave you with nothing at all."

Important lessons learned in his time under Kasmir.

Yeah, he got it. Uma gave him another nod, the one that said, You understand.

"So yeah. I'd sleep at the dump and eat after the restaurants closed, and wait till I could escape."

Which would actually be the trivially easy part of all this, which was why she wasn't focusing on it.

"Back alleyways and dumpsters for me," Kanan volunteered, with a shrug that was meant to convey it was no big deal. Really. "But I know the owner of the scrapyard and her droid keeps a pretty good watch on the place when he feels like it. And the trade-off is you can get cornered in the alleyways. They both have their risks."

"It's only one watchman though," Uma pointed out. "...Though it's nice enough, I could probably sleep on some rooftops, too."

There were worst places.

"They do have sturdy rooftops around here," Kanan noted. "And I don't think the troopers here have a ship they can do aerial patrols in. That might not be a bad idea, really."

Uma thought of her summer nights out on her roof, away from her mother's lashing tentacles or bellowing voice. "Yeah," she said. "S'what I hear. You just gotta make sure you pick somewhere abandoned so no one hears you moving around."

"The warehouses?" Kanan considered that. "Plenty more space on the rooftops there, too. As long as you don't fall through one."

"Maybe," she said. "Though they're right up against the woods, so you might have a chance to get away if you get caught."

"Easy to lose troopers on the woods," Kanan noted.

Once again from experience, yes.

"Easy to get lost in it, too," Uma said, since she'd never seen woods until she'd come here. "But if you don't know where you are, odds are no one else does, either."

"So long as you can survive out in the forest, there's nothing the matter with getting lost out there," Kanan agreed. "You've got bigger problems if you can't handle yourself away from civilization, mind."

He'll be hanging out on the schoolgrounds when everyone comes back. Just sitting on the grass with his eyes closed. No big deal if you need to interrupt him.

He's fine.

Shut up.

After class, Sabine made her way over to say, "Sorry about last week."

You know. The bird thing.

"Sorry for what? You showed up," Kanan pointed out, cracking open one eye and glancing at Sabine. "I think that warrants a 'thank you' from my end, actually."

"Thank me?" she repeated. "It's not like I was going to be very helpful."

"We watched a holo," Kanan pointed out, amusement seeping into his tone. "How helpful did I really need you to be, anyway?"

"I didn't know that when I came in," she pointed out, and muttered, "Flew in..."

"You still flew in," Kanan pointed out. "I've missed work on account of being a cat before, you actually showed up. And since it was a light lesson anyway, you did everything you had to do. I'd say we break even on that one, at the very least."

"Okay," she said, accepting that. "...You were a cat?"

"I was a cat," Kanan muttered. "A tooka. A Loth-cat in particular."

Which, given their sudden involvement in Lothal and the residents of Tarkintown, had Kanan squinting a little while he tried to puzzle that one out.

"That's weirdly specific," she noted.

"Little bit," Kanan agreed. "And it happened before I ever set foot on Lothal. Trying to figure out if the island is telling me something, or if it just really likes snarly cats."

"And you don't really strike me as a snarly cat," she admitted.

Kanan made a vaguely amused noise, shaking his head a little.

"Now I'm almost afraid to ask what I do strike you as."

Make it good, Sabine. The island was probably listening.

"I'm not the right person to guess these things. I would have said I should be anything but a bird."Stop complaining, Sabine, Rey was a fish. "I dont really think if you as snarly. And you should have, I don't know, more presence or something."

"More presence," Kanan echoed, faintly flattered. "Well, hopefully the island will take that one under advisement."

Especially since he was a shitty little Loth-cat. There was far too much personality to fit into one little tooka.

"Hopefully. Someone should get to ge something good."

You know what, narrative, she'd chosen to be bitter about this for a while.

"If they have to be anything at all, at the very least, it could be good," Kanan agreed.

Someday, he'd be faintly bemused that even as a wolf, he'd have a Loth- appended to the species name.

And then some day far, far later, maybe it would make sense why.

Still a Wren, no longer a wren!

Sabine was here, and last week was embarrassing but let's hear it for her work ethic that she'd been here.

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