Kanan Jarrus, The Last Padawan (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
uncertain_dume) wrote2016-05-14 11:49 pm
uncertain_dume) wrote2016-05-14 11:49 pm
The Bar in the Matriarch Towers, Nos Astra, Saturday Night
Leave it to Kanan to wander into a bar empty-handed and still wind up getting fairly hammered.
It had been getting to him, sitting on the island, looking out on stone streets and buildings that were practically ancient. Especially since just off the Causeway there was a city that looked like a city he could feel right at home in. And he'd managed to talk himself out of leaving the island to investigate for most of two days, but then it had occurred to him that if he could find out where he was here, maybe home would be that much closer at hand.
The trouble was, once he made it out into the city that wasn't part of the island, there were plenty of things that should have been familiar, but weren't. At all. Blue-skinned aliens that looked near-human, a lumbering four-legged sentient who looked something like Kanan imagined a bantha would look like if you shaved it and took away its mouth and horns, a reptilian alien tending the bar...
Of course he'd wound up at the bar. A person could ask all kinds of questions at a bar and have nobody think anything of it. But nobody could point him to Gorse, couldn't even say they recognized any of the other planets he'd named, and even after he'd given up on asking for info and just started doing cheap balancing tricks and taking small, stupid bets in exchange for drinks, nothing he requested was on the menu.
In retrospect, he thought, staring into a glass of 'something with a kick that isn't likely to kill me,' maybe he shouldn't have just taken the bartender's word for that one, after all. This stuff could put even Okadiah's ferments to shame, and that was saying something.
He swayed a little in his seat, frowned a bit, and the contemplated whether he'd be making it home tonight if he just knocked the rest of the glass back and made a break for it.
[OOC: I'm somehow still awake and this is weird. Anyway, I'm expecting one, but open off-island bar is open, Kanan is not making super great life choices, and does Illium count as NFB for off-island or not?]
It had been getting to him, sitting on the island, looking out on stone streets and buildings that were practically ancient. Especially since just off the Causeway there was a city that looked like a city he could feel right at home in. And he'd managed to talk himself out of leaving the island to investigate for most of two days, but then it had occurred to him that if he could find out where he was here, maybe home would be that much closer at hand.
The trouble was, once he made it out into the city that wasn't part of the island, there were plenty of things that should have been familiar, but weren't. At all. Blue-skinned aliens that looked near-human, a lumbering four-legged sentient who looked something like Kanan imagined a bantha would look like if you shaved it and took away its mouth and horns, a reptilian alien tending the bar...
Of course he'd wound up at the bar. A person could ask all kinds of questions at a bar and have nobody think anything of it. But nobody could point him to Gorse, couldn't even say they recognized any of the other planets he'd named, and even after he'd given up on asking for info and just started doing cheap balancing tricks and taking small, stupid bets in exchange for drinks, nothing he requested was on the menu.
In retrospect, he thought, staring into a glass of 'something with a kick that isn't likely to kill me,' maybe he shouldn't have just taken the bartender's word for that one, after all. This stuff could put even Okadiah's ferments to shame, and that was saying something.
He swayed a little in his seat, frowned a bit, and the contemplated whether he'd be making it home tonight if he just knocked the rest of the glass back and made a break for it.
[OOC: I'm somehow still awake and this is weird. Anyway, I'm expecting one, but open off-island bar is open, Kanan is not making super great life choices, and does Illium count as NFB for off-island or not?]
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He gave Kanan a mildly curious look. "Tell me about this Empire. You don't approve?"
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"I don't have to approve of them. I'd just be happy if I never had to be anywhere near them. The kind of trouble that the Empire brings along with it isn't exactly to my taste."
What with the whole double-crossing and brutally killing everyone he ever cared about... thing.
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He snorted a little, and then knocked back the rest of the glass.
Just like the damn class. Go figure.
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He shrugged.
"The whole thing was a setup. The clones belonged to the new Emperor, and they were put right to work cleansing the galaxy of anyone that might have gotten in his way."
Was the room getting a little... tilted sideways? Kanan was fairly certain he was sitting upright, but his perspective seemed to be lilting a little to the left all the same.
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It was both a prod for information and a tiny wedge between Skywalker and others. Never let it be said that Hannibal couldn't multitask.
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He wasn't technically wrong.
He was also kind of deflecting. Skywalker? Who knew a Skywalker?
"Guy could be... I don't know... from a different time," he reasoned, frowning a little more. "S'like I said. The Republic... it was, you know. That. M'ster Obi-Wan's from the past, too."
Just, not far enough back to be under the misapprehension that the Galaxy was a fair place.
Oh, hey. Now the room actually was tilting over. Kanan put a hand down heavily on the bar and scowled at his empty glass. Okay, so the big guy had served him up some starship fuel or something. Good to know.
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They were so boring, really.
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... The bartender was looking at him a little leerily. Maybe having seconds on the rocket fuel was a bad idea, then.
"Ooookay." He probably wouldn't be able to pull off another stunt in order to get himself another free drink anyway, at this point. "Anyway, doesn't matter if 's predictable. It just has to have bigger blasters and people who know how to use 'em."
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It was easy to manipulate frightened people.
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The bartender looked distinctly unimpressed and reached to remove it from his hand, for the inevitable 'hitting the floor' part of drinking that particular drink.
Kanan swayed again.
"Jus' as long as they're not shootin' at me. Worked hard to get distance from 'em already."
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"You've put quite a bit of distance between them and yourself by coming here. You're in an entirely different world," he pointed out.
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The Jedi, it seemed, were almost the most offensive part of this whole situation. It was easy to keep hidden from troopers and dancers. But it was Caleb who kept reacting to the Jedi, and Caleb had been buried a long time ago.
"S'not all that far at all."
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"But none of them are firing at you," Hannibal pointed out. He eyed Kanan. "What sort of place would you go to, given your choice?"
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And then he was sliding off the barstool, on his way to the floor.
This was not his proudest moment.
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