Milliways, Sunday Evening

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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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"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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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.

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"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!

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"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."

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

Warmed his heart, it did.

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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.

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

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"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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"You know," Kanan mused, leaning forward a little bit and smirking, "it's generally considered polite to wave back."

Was he just shit-stirring now? Absolutely.

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"Feel free," Wash replied, gesturing over to the platter in question. It was always great to know some things would still make him queasy.

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With a short laugh, Kanan threw off a sloppy, irreverent sort of salute to the meal, which seemed to consider the gesture for a moment before leaning back down onto the gooey mass it had been served in, satisfied.

"It's all about making connections," he added, smirking. "The big mean dinner won't bother you now, Agent."

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HE WAS ALLOWED TO BE CONCERNED ABOUT THESE THINGS.

Just be glad he'd moved on from making incoherent high pitched noises of horror. "You're all heart."

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"Now there's something I don't get told often," Kanan chuckled. "I'm guessing you don't see much food that's still moving around where you're from, hm?"

Look, just because he didn't want to have a conversation with something before he ate it didn't mean he couldn't appreciate that some people ate things that were maybe still squirming. It happened.

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"I've gotten used to military rations." Which meant he could eat anything and his tastebuds were dead. "Which move much less than that."

Unless something went terribly wrong.

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"Ah, another fan of already dead food," Kanan chuckled. "I can appreciate that. Rations aren't exactly made for their gourmet value, are they?"

A beat.

"Most food that hasn't stopped struggling yet isn't, either."

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"The closest I'll take is sushi, thanks." Which had been the best thing he'd found on the island after so long in space. "Have you been to the place? It goes around on a conveyor belt."

He almost sounded younger when he mentioned that last part.

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"You know, I haven't been, yet? You'll have to show me where the place is, sometime."

Kanan caught that change in his tone, like a little hint of something that didn't come out often. He couldn't help but quirk a smile.

"I don't think I've ever had sushi from a conveyor belt, before. It'll be a new experience."

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"A better one than this place." His judgement would never stop. Never.

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"You won't get any argument from me there," Kanan decided. "This place is clearly popular, but it looks like they cater to a decidedly less human crowd."

Maybe he should be reserving judgment until his salad arrived, but honestly, he was still a bit shaken by that sentient cow.

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If the salad talked, it was time to run.

"I'm almost surprised there's anything edible for us here." A beat. "Is there?"

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"I've been assured there is," Kanan chuckled, "but at this rate, I'll probably be stopping somewhere for something less worrisome to eat when I'm finished here. Honestly, I'm mostly still here for the ambiance, at this point."

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"Not settling in?"

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"Settling in well enough," Kanan replied, "but it's still a bit to adjust to, being in a settlement with next to no non-human sentient life on it. I'm used to more diversity. And spaceships. Illium was a welcome pit-stop, too."

And if he was being completely honest, the troopers at the station kind of freaked him out, too.

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"I only visited there once." And noped on out because he got all kinds of paranoia for some strange reason. "It wasn't terrible."