uncertain_dume | Milliways, Sunday Evening

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Milliways, Sunday Evening

Kanan was actually getting used to living on the island and getting his fill of excitement by leaving to explore whatever was on the other side of the Causeway, and he couldn't help but be curious of the place with the spaceport lot that went on for damn near forever. It had taken him a little bit longer before he realized that the bill for the restaurant was already handled. And, well, when he came to that realization, there wasn't anything keeping him from visiting to have himself a meal on the school's tab, was there? So, over he went, curious but relieved to see another stopover where the locals were more diverse than just humans. A place with very little sentient non-human life just struck him as wrong.

It kind of freaked him out a little.

... Not as much as the conversation with the main course did, though. He was actually looking a little green by the time they wheeled the somewhat dejected creature away from the table. There had been a salad on the menu. Kanan was going to stick with that. It would be a while longer before he managed to pick something to drink, though. He was pretty sure they were using the other two volumes of the wine list to bludgeon somebody's casserole to death in the back room or something.

[OOC: I can't resist a good gnab gib. Open if you're wandering about at the end of the universe! NFB for off-islandness, though.]

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"That's just overdramatic," Wash replied. "An EMP should shut it down, followed by a few well placed explosive devices."

WHICH WAS BETTER?

"I don't have either of those things on me," Kanan replied, raising an eyebrow. "I have... a blaster. Fire's more convenient."

The lightsaber was back on the island in pieces. It was going to stay that way.

"But if you have explosives on you..."

They would probably have to re-think their brilliant plan once they noticed the whole 'destruction of the universe' thing going on outside.

Which was for the best as Wash was destined to be friends with just one guy with a magic laser sword.

"I might." He most certainly did. At all times.

Well, yeah. But Kanan's magic laser sword wasn't anything special. Beyond the magic laser parts, anyway.

"Huh. Getting dinner is much more serious business than I had thought," he mused, smirking just the slightest bit anyway. "Don't trust new places easily, do you?"

Considering the menu, Kanan really couldn't trust the guy, though.

But did he get alien children out of the deal? That was the key point.

"The island has been invaded by aliens multiple times now. I'm just being safe."

UH HUH, WASH.

Look, Kanan hadn't even met his alien girlfriend yet. Alien children were a long way off, if they were at all meant to be.

"... Fair enough." He pursed his lips a little in thought. "I'm going to end up wishing I had a more reliable ship at this rate, aren't I?"

Alien kids or gtfo!

"That or get used to running."

"I'm already pretty decent at that, at least," Kanan replied. "I wonder if there's anywhere around here I can pick up a few ship upgrades for without having to first carry on a conversation with the spare parts."

"That... might be difficult," Wash admitted slowly. "I wonder if we're going to visit anyplace close to normal."

Like a box canyon, Wash?

"I suppose that would depend on your definition of normal," Kanan noted, smirking just a little bit. "I've seen a lot of the galaxy I come from, and in my experience, 'normal' is a word that people generally just substitute in for 'familiar.'"

Wash tilted his head a bit as though to convey amusement better. Somehow. "Fair point."

"So, what's normal for you?" Kanan couldn't help but ask. Considering the armor, he suspected that the answer would be an interesting one.

"Not teaching at a school," Wash replied, using his super power of being cryptic. "I'm from what I guess is a potential future."

"A not particularly peaceful one, going by the gear," Kanan mused, nodding a little. "I don't have any idea where I fall on the big timeline of the universe, but your armor reminds me of some of the stuff I've seen back home."

"Let me guess, Mandalorians?" He'd gotten that one before at least.

"I was going to say Clone Troopers," Kanan replied, shrugging his shoulders a bit. "But Mandalorians, too. Their armor is a bit less 'clean white curves' than the Clones wore."

So, now, of course, he had to ask, "Who mentioned the Mandalorians to you?"

Not that he was taking stock of people around the island that he might need to be extra careful around or anything. Honest.

"One if the teachers at the school insisted I was one. Rand."

It had been a thing, for sure.

"Clone troopers?" That sounded illegal and creepy. And just like something Project Freelancer would do.

Yeah, Kanan's galaxy never really did seem to worry too much about ethics when it came to war.

"Never heard of him," he mused, then shrugged it off. He'd figure it out later or he wouldn't, either way. "And yeah, clones. I'm sure it seemed like a good idea at the time. They were all printed off the genetic template of the same guy, were excellent at what they did, and all that... Much better soldiers than the droids that the Separatists were fighting with. In retrospect, the Clones weren't a great idea."

Jedi survivor bias, there.

"Yeah, I'd guess that would be a bad idea."

Because Wash was now all about ethics. But not in video game journalism. Fuck those guys.

"Clones are pretty illegal where I'm from." Whether people or AIs!

"The kind of places I've been, most things are legal if you can frame them right," Kanan sighed. "And so... clone army. The bigger mistake was not keeping a close eye on the ones responsible for making those clones in the first place."

"Wow, it's so nice to know colossal fuck ups with questionable moral implications are so universal."

Warmed his heart, it did.

Made Kanan feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Truly.

"Doesn't matter where or when you come from. If there's an opening for someone to take advantage of the slightest bit of freedom in order to gain more power, consequences be damned, somebody's going to try to do it."

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"Can't really argue that one," Wash replied, sounding tired and old.

"But you know, I really wish you could," Kanan sighed. He knew that tone. He was using it more than a little bit, himself.

"Don't we all."

A beat.

"Someone's dinner just waved at me. That seems more pressing than the terrible state of the universe at large." You know, for the moment.

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