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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"Don't I look the same." Wash, being sarcastic helped nothing at all.

"Oh, yeah," Kanan snorted, vaguely amused. "If I squint and lean in uncomfortably close to that headgear you're sporting, I might even kick myself for not knowing you at a glance."

He meant that lovingly, Wash.

"Not taking any risks over your dinner, are you?"

"Better safe than sorry." Also, the HALO animated models couldn't remove their weapons, okay? Just couldn't.

He was also eyeing one of the nearest table's dinner. Which was difficult to tell with the helmet and all, but still. It was what he was doing.

Hey, sometimes you had to show that you were unarmed by throwing your weapon to the ground in order to carry a smaller, less threatening weapon. That was basically how it worked everywhere, right?

"Can you even eat in that thing? Or were you here to take in the sights more than for the food itself?"

Totally was! And somehow have a sniper rifle hidden on your person.

"Can I? Yes. Will I? Starting to doubt it here."

"The main course spoke to me," Kanan shared. Just in case Wash needed any more help making up its mind. "I decided to stick with the salad. Salad seems safe. If it isn't at least mostly dead by the time it makes it to the table, I might just head back to the island and grab another burger."

Somehow, Mooby's seemed safer.

"Wow, that almost makes me think about going vegan." Almost. But not quite.

"If this place manages to ruin dairy for me somehow before I'm done here tonight, I might have to burn it down behind me. For the good of the galaxy. Or something."

He still had no idea where they were relative to his own galaxy. But he would probably be doing this one a favor, right?

"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.

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