Kanan's Warehouse, Friday Morning and Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

Damn it, weather. As if the rain wasn't bad enough, the island had to double down and add thunderstorms to go with it? Kanan was starting to wonder if he'd ever get to train in the park again, especially since he had a growing sense of unease, a combination of the usual uncertainty leading up to the influx of new folks on the island and that gnawing feeling that something was going to happen.

He hated that feeling. It was never a good one, but it was almost always difficult to tell if what was looming was a weekend spent in a hellscape world or a weekend spent with fur.

You messed with Kanan's head, Fandom, and it irritated him enough that he was skipping meditating to go right into Soresu forms in the warehouse, drawing a certain sort of calm simply from old, familiar movements and the rumbling patter of rain on the roof.

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[unusual_sith]

Lana caught his blade on hers. "So, just be ready with the Force, then." She pushed him back and swept a slice at his midsection.

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan happened to like both his midsection and the shirt that was covering it today, and so he brought his lightsaber up again to block as he dug his heel into the floor for balance.

"Hm," he nodded his head side to side in a sort of so-so gesture, since his hands were otherwise occupied. "Be ready always, but be aware that once something goes after the graduates at the ceremony, there isn't a hell of a lot we'll be able to do for them."

[unusual_sith]

Lana frowned. "I don't like the sound of that." She feinted left and struck right.

[uncertain_dume]

"It's not a great time," Kanan agreed, ducking and weaving to avoid the incoming blade, "but they're Fandom graduates. They survived the island this long already."

[unusual_sith]

"So it throws one last thing at them to see if it can kill them?" Lana scowled as she circled. "I thought this place was different than the Sith Academy."

She struck overhand and kicked at his legs. "I'm surprised you're so blase about it."

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan shrugged and flipped backwards out of reach again, landing in a crouch before springing up and lashing out at her with his blade.

"Don't get me wrong," he replied, "I'm not exactly thrilled about it. But students get warnings going in to either arm themselves or gear up for trouble. Missing the ceremony is an option if fighting absolutely isn't. They aren't any less graduated if they do so. And I'm reasonably certain we haven't had a graduation injury more severe than a few scrapes... ever."

It was hard to get concerned about a ceremony that was demonstrably less dangerous than his Intitiate Trials could have been.