Kanan Jarrus, The Last Padawan (
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fandomtownies2018-12-07 07:30 am
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Kanan's Warehouse He Might As Well Just Admit It, Friday Afternoon
Kanan squinted at the string of lights that had crept up behind him in the warehouse as he trained. His lightsaber wasn't made out of peppermint today? He was training. That was the rule. Any day that would let him train, he was going to train.
The creeping lights, however, meant that it was going to be an eventful training session. A good many of them found themselves being cut clean in two before they seemed to get a clue and kept their distance from him.
It was, uh, possible that Kanan had tied one of the halves around one of the warehouse's support beams as a warning to the others. Crude? Absolutely. Functional? Definitely.
He'd left the dog at home today anyway, though. This was not a situation he wanted Stance in the middle of, especially not while there would be blades swinging around.
[OOC: Open!]
The creeping lights, however, meant that it was going to be an eventful training session. A good many of them found themselves being cut clean in two before they seemed to get a clue and kept their distance from him.
It was, uh, possible that Kanan had tied one of the halves around one of the warehouse's support beams as a warning to the others. Crude? Absolutely. Functional? Definitely.
He'd left the dog at home today anyway, though. This was not a situation he wanted Stance in the middle of, especially not while there would be blades swinging around.
[OOC: Open!]

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He looked forward to these calls, okay? And was hoping for more good news today, darn it. Last week seemed to be going pretty well for her, after all.
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"Hi, Kanan," she smiled. "What's happening this week?"
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"December hit," he replied. "So it's been a nonstop rollercoaster of weird things falling from the sky and unfortunate showers. Today it's creeping strings of lights, just to keep people on their toes."
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And that was how you knew Rey had some distance from Fandom stuff enough to be nostalgic.
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"Yeah?" Kanan looked thoughtful. "What parts do you need?" A pause. "Asking out of curiosity, not because I'm going to rush there with an armload of scrap for you. But... I mean, we have scrap, here."
Hera had a whole yard of it, in fact.
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"Yeah, fresh out of windshields," Kanan sighed. "We'd probably have to custom-make one for you, unless we can conveniently come across something with the same make as the ship you've got. Smaller parts might be doable, though..."
Kanan. Kanan. You literally just said you weren't going to do that.
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Kanan sighed, but nodded, acknowledging that.
"I won't up and send anything unless we can figure out a way to do so without grabbing any attention," he promised. "If nothing else, I might know a few tricks to repair damaged components that I can share with you. I've done my time as a mechanic in the past, too."
If he could keep the Expedient in the air, he was pretty confident he could handle salvage repair.
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And only one of them paid. In food. Barely.
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He'd spent a good chunk of the walk waiting until several had gathered behind him and then Throwing them up into the trees. The trees, he felt, deserved it. It also made their stark and barren branches look more festive. Bonus!
There was a noise almost of approval when he saw Kanan's warning tied 'round the post. "How's your day going?" he asked while collecting a practice sword. He eyed the pile and didn't see one with any obvious pieces broken off.
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"Nothing too terrible's happened yet," Kanan replied easily, glancing over with a nod. "Today's weirdness seems mostly benign, if... weird."
He eyed the lights around the post. And then shrugged.
"One more week left of classes this semester and I still haven't come up with something new to teach. That part's a little concerning, though I suppose I don't have to teach every semester."
He'd feel really weird if he wasn't, though.
"You?"
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He glanced at the lights, "At least they seem to just be following and trying to snuggle up and not, y'know, blackmailing people into public displays of affection."
Working the form, he thought about the class idea. "Life skills? You've got the jack of all trades thing going, maybe teach the basics of that?"
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"I have this sneaking suspicion that my idea of 'life skills' are not most people's idea of life skills," Kanan chuckled. "I'm pretty sure only two or three students here are going to have any interest in learning how to repair a burned-out repulsorlift in a speeder bike. Flipside is I've never changed a flat tire in my life."
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He shrugged a shoulder, "You've never fixed a flat tire, but if you saw one, you'd be able to figure out what kind of things you needed and in what order things had to happen to replace or repair it. That's the kind of thing I meant."
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Kanan nodded, looking thoughtful.
"I'll add it to the list," he decided. "I had a student request more classes that might involve fighting, too. Not entirely sure how I would feel about anything not involving a blaster, but I suppose I could try to throw students into... different scenarios..."
He shook his head.
"Or I could re-tread something I taught already."
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He cut Kanan a glance between a block and a parry and asked, "What-all have you taught?"
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"Hell of a list," Kanan replied, "most of it stupid. First class I ever taught here was one about laying low. Which was a great class for the moose to throw at me while I was... you know... still actually trying to lay low about who and what I was."
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He did a few more steps and offered, "Redoing my shop. I was thinking about having an open Makerspace night, maybe once a week."
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"See, I'd buy that if teaching it didn't mean I probably had experience in it," Kanan replied, shaking his head. "... So, what's a Makerspace?"
Sounded like some kind of droid spiritual experience.
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"You were already experiencing it," Kaidan pointed out with a small grin.
"A Makerspace is a place where people who can't afford machining tools, or, kind of any larger design tools, can go and work on projects," he explained, "I have all the tools to make custom parts for things - scanner, plotter, CNC milling machines, vacuum form tables, minifacturing rig, 3D printer, things like that. Like.. You mentioned Sabacc dice. Let's say you couldn't just go buy some, but you knew what they looked like. You could draw them up and plot them in design software, then use either a minifacturing or 3D printer to make some for you."
Kaidan shrugged with a lopsided smile, "I mean, I have all this equipment. Or, will have, when my next order shows up."
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"Yes, I've been experiencing it. Which means it's a bit distressing when being saddled with a class advertises that I'm trying to hide something," Kanan explained, patiently.
He listened to the rest thoughtfully, and then nodded. "So a sort of do-it-yourself workshop space. Handy."
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