uncertain_dume | Roof of the MCA, Thursday Afternoon

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Roof of the MCA, Thursday Afternoon

Ah, the Escape. Kanan really didn't get out to fly her nearly enough these days, although it was probably fair to say that he hadn't been out to fly her nearly enough in years, either. Lately it had been more about the missions he was running with Hera from time to time, as opposed to it simply being a matter of letting Morfizo keep an eye on her on Moraga, but the fact remained, Kanan didn't get to fly his ship enough.

Well, he had a good excuse today, anyway. If Summer wanted to get involved in their weird little baby rebellion against the Empire, she was going to have to at least know how to fly a ship, just in case. And probably a speeder, for that matter. And to fire a blaster, and...

Okay, no, one thing at a time. Ship for now, because he had a ship here, and then maybe he'd save up his share of the credits from missions with Hera to buy a speeder. Unless he could steal one, he supposed. He wasn't opposed to obtaining a speeder bike in a less than legal manner if it was for a good cause, preferably from somebody wearing a bucket and already causing him a headache.

He grinned a bit at the thought, leaning back against the hull of the Escape while he waited for Summer. Hey, this could be fun.

[OOC: Waiting for one, but the roof is obviously open for anyone else who might have a reason to be there in the meantime!]

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Sure, they had settled on a time and a place, and she was super stoked to get behind the wheel (was it still called a wheel?) of a ship that wasn't a scrap heap kept together with duct tape and alcoholic ambition, but a little part of Summer was hoping BDG would still ditch her on the lesson after what she'd read in her radio notes this morning. It would have totally have been an acceptable bail-out.

Thus the perhaps confusing greeting of "Aww, crap, you are here" when she made it to the roof and easily spotted him. And nearly immediately got distracted by the ship, too, because eeeeee! But, no. Focus. Plenty of time for flying after giving BDG a really hard time.

It was a really nice ship, too. Kanan's pride and joy. He'd had her since even before he'd called himself Kanan, there was a lot of history there.

But he was mostly just blinking, then.

"Uh, should I not be here?"

He could still leave, Summer!

"Debatable," said Summer, and now she couldn't keep her grin off her face. "You do know that I cover Wednesdays on radio and you do know that the squirrels are total perverts who notice nearly everything, right? So, you know, I thought maybe you might be a bit...distracted today."

Said with a tone that suggest that he should have been distracted today.

"Oh, Force," Kanan muttered, trying to hide that in a bit of a cough. He wasn't going to do anything about the blush, of course. What could be done about that? "No more distracted than usual, I mean."

Hera was still putting all of her eggs into the rebellion basket. Kanan was living that celibate Jedi life even though he didn't much care about the Jedi celibacy thing these days. She had a really nice rear end, though. And he was going to smile like an idiot once again, just thinking about that fact.

Summer folded her arms in front of her, popped her hip, and gave Kanan a very unimpressed sort of look. Of course, anyone could easily tell she didn't actually mean it, least of all him, but she had to give him a hard time.

"Well, now, doesn't that make me feel safe."

But that dumb smirk on his face almost had her breaking with a smirk of her own.

[[lol I tried]]

"The way I see it, if you're going to be the one behind the console, I'm the one who needs to worry about feeling safe, here," Kanna replied loftily. "... But yeah, we'll be fine."

His occasional bouts of smiling like a moron notwithstanding.

"Uh-huh," Summer said skeptically, but she snorted, and was likely to snort every time she noticed that dumb smile. She brushed off her hands on each other and clapped them together, diverting her eyes finally to that ship. Which was a ship, and not a random collection of junk that just happened to fly through space. Niiiiiice.

"So! Now that I'm done teasing you," FOR NOW, "where do we begin?"

"We start with the diagnostics," Kanan replied. "The boring stuff that'll be written in Aurebesh, so I'll have to read it for you anyway."

He climbed up onto the wing, and then opened the cockpit.

"It's going to be cozy in there," he noted. "So you get the pilot's seat and I'll talk you through a takeoff once that's through."

"Cozy's okay!" Summer said as she climbed up, thinking that it couldn't be worse than her grampa's ship.

And then she actually got in there.

"Okay," she said, shifting a little to get comfortable and reaching up to see if there were seat belts, "so real cozy."

But she was behind the wheel of a spaceship! A real spaceship that was all fancy and shit. This. Was. Too. Cool. A small eeeeee might have been emitting from her at an unheard frequency.

Yeah, Kanan was basically going to be parked behind the pilot's seat with his ass hanging in the cargo hold. Because this wasn't exactly a ship made with multiple people in it in mind, no. It was more a one-man fighter with a little bit of cockpit space besides.

And there was a seatbelt, of sorts, a restraint that was mostly meant to be used in rough situations, but Kanan kind of blinked when he noticed she was reaching for it. Clearly, it didn't see much use.

"Comfy, there?"

It was a very comfortable seat, at least.

Safety first, Kanan, geez. Some Bus Driver Guy, huh?

"Comfy enough," Summer said, getting herself all buckled in. It was habit, if anything. Rick was an erratic driver at best. Her eyes danced over the controls, not even sure what to focus on now, though her hands were poised and ready to go.

"So....what now? This is way more complicated than Grampa Rick's shift."

Because, you know, it wasn't put together with spare parts and a dream and literal duct tape.

Look, there was substantially less to crash into in space, okay?

"That button there to turn it on," he shared, reaching to point it out. "You can start the diagnostic scan by hitting that, that, and that, in that order."

He really needed to teach her some Aurebesh.

Good luck with that.

Summer pushed the button to turn it on (a button! She liked this already; no ignition keys to lose at the bottom of your purse!), and then followed the other instructions. "This," she said as she did it, "this, and this! In that order. What's it scanning for? System failures, damage to the ship, how much gas you have so you don't wind up stranded on some asteroid belt hundreds of light years from the nearest gas station?"

Man, Grampa Rick's ship didn't have any of that crap, as evidenced by the amount of times they'd been stranded. No diagnostics scan, but it had a sociopathic protection program, go figure. Summer definitely preferred this, unless the Escape started lasering people and melting kids and starting spider-people wars, anyway.

No worries there, Summer. If this ship was ever used to keep you safe, it would be with Kanan in control of the blaster cannons.

"All of the above," he confirmed. "Extra important in this galaxy. It isn't like anybody would find us out there if something happened."

"In this dimension, maybe," Summer agreed, "at least for now. Three years ago, I had no idea there was anything else out there, and, like, not even a year ago, my Earth was taken over by a whole Galactic Federation of weird aliens. They probably just don't think Earth's worth their time."

"No offense intended to Earth, but there's a whole lot of nothing on the way to it, so far, and the technology you have here isn't exactly anything to write home about if you're coming from a place with interstellar travel already," Kanan agreed with a shrug. "It's nice enough. Plenty of resources, that part is impressive. But not much to really grab the attention until you actually spend some time here."

"Hey, my dad said there's life on Pluto or something," Summer said. "At least in our world. I don't know, I didn't really pay much attention, but, like, I guess they thought he was hot shit because he wanted to keep them a planet or something? And he was helping my brother with a science project?"

She shrugged. Like she said, she hadn't paid much attention. "Either way, you're totally right, there's way more interesting stuff out there. That I might fly to one day? How'd the diagnostics go?" Her eyes danced over the controls, trying to make a little more sense out of them. "Is everything, like, all good?"

"No life on this Pluto," Kanan mused. "Hera and I took our class there at the end of our last workshop. But hey, maybe we just missed something."

It was possible, maybe. Space and reality were interesting things if you squinted hard enough.

"Looks like the diagnostics went well, though," he said, because of course they had. "Fuel's looking good, though I'll want to get more before we go out again after this trip. No damage to any of the systems-- there had better not be. And," he grinned a little, "even the shark smell is gone."

That part was important.

And Summer promptly gagged.

"You just had to remind me, didn't you?" she said. "I still catch whiffs of it in my room sometimes. I can't even imagine how Paris deals with having that shark dude as her roommate."

She looked like she was going to say something more, but then just ended up grossing herself out and pushed it away. Her face went through some interesting expressions before she got to that point, though, and then it went super serious focused on the task at hand.

"So what now?"

"The shark dude probably isn't rotting," Kanan offered, because that really did tend to make the difference with aquatic life forms. Except, uh, he'd caught wind of a few Quarren and a Mon Cal or two who could have used some more soap, on occasion. "I'm sure he smells fine."

Probably. He hadn't walked up and huffed a Zora before, either.

"Anyway, next you hit that button, flip that switch, and take the controls," he shared. "We're gonna go straight up, no need for runway. Makes getting off the ground the easy part."

"So, as soon as I flip that switch, it's up we go?" It was hard to tell, really, if there was more nervousness or excitement in her voice, the two feelings tumbling over each other and making a mess of her stomach. Her eyes surreptitiously danced upwards, as if half expecting to see something she'd crash into immediately after flipping the switch.

"Well, not as soon as," Kanan replied, trying to sound reassuring. "Flip the switch, then take the controls, ease them back."

He paused, and then added, "There's nothing up there. And I won't let us hit anything even if there is."

"I know!" Summer said. "I was just...being cautious."

She figured he's appreciate that. But she nodded and refocused, and realized that she was far more nervous about this than she ever was about Grampa Rick's ship, probably because that ship was a piece of junk and BDG clearly cared a lot more about his, and if anything happened to it while she was driving it, she would just die. So she was a lot more careful than her previous flying jaunts, which, to be fair, started in open space anyway and didn't seem nearly as big a deal.

Push the button, flip the switch, ease the controls back. Done, done, and (eeeee!) done!

The great thing about being Force sensitive was that Summer's excitement was infectious. And a fair bit easier on the head than the nervousness from a moment before.

"See, that's not so hard," Kanan said, eyes on the controls and what Summer was doing with them. "She handles smoothly enough, you shouldn't have any trouble there. Once we get enough altitude, we can do some flying around the island, just so you know how she moves in atmosphere before we go up and maybe do a few laps of the moon."

It was a cute moon. They would be quick laps.

"A few laps around the moon," Summer repeated, shaking her head a little in awe. "Ohmygod."

Her parents barely let her drive around the block.

And it was a smooth lift; if it wasn't for the sensation of lifting and being able to see things get further below them, Summer wouldn't have been sure they were moving. That was how bad Rick's ship was...no doubt you were moving then. And you were probably about to explode at any given moment.

She was trying very hard to not just totally gun it...however it was she'd do that.

"Ohmygod," she said again. "Are we totally going to have to go super fast to break through the atmosphere and everything?"

"Nah," Kanan replied, giving his head a shake. "We don't really need to do anything quite like that."

And he paused for a moment, as though he was going to leave it at that.

"But it's more fun that way."

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