Holosuite One at Quark's, Friday afternoon

[tigerundercover]

"Computer," Raven said, as she stepped into the empty, gridded space that was a deactivated holosuite. "Begin program 'Raven Three'." She looked back over her shoulder at Kanan as the holographic environment sprang to life around them. "I picked up the naming conventions from the previous owner. If you end up designing your own program, you can name it whatever you like, so long as there isn't already a file called that in the system."

'Raven Three' was a mid-20th-century-Earth simulation involving a provincial European town, complete with quaint stone-and-brick architecture and a central square built around an old cathedral. Simulated humans strolled past as they went about their imaginary daily business. A man rode by on a bicycle, its basket containing a single grocery bag with a bottle of wine and a long baguette sticking out. Birds sang, and a cool breeze blew through, ruffling everyone's hair and sending one young woman's bonnet fluttering away.

Everything would change when the Fire Nation holographic Klingons attacked. . . .

[For him as is mentioned in the narrative!]

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[tigerundercover]

"Sword guy's got moves," Raven told her opponent. The klingon growled at her in return, until she managed to roll him over and throw him into a wall, then jammed her foot into his neck, cutting off his air supply. "Better hurry up, though, I'm almost done with this one."

The klingon wrapped both his hands around her ankle and rolled, dragging her with him.

[uncertain_dume]

"True enough," Kanan mused. "Yours isn't half as flexible as you are."

Meanwhile, Kanan was pretty sure his own opponent was aiming to out-muscle him. And this? This was exactly why he preferred Form III combat. Well. That and experience. Not that he was exactly hurting for muscle, either.

He dropped down then, leaning backwards with a little help from the Force to help him keep his balance even as the bat'leth swung out and missed his face by a breath, and before that swing was through, the lightsaber had come up and cleaved one of the Klingon's hands clean off.

"Let's see how well he handles that thing now."

Yeah, Jedi had difficulty feeling guilt over dismembering people.

[tigerundercover]

Raven laughed delightedly. "That's the spirit! Show no mercy!"

[uncertain_dume]

That was a phrase that Kanan, that Caleb hadn't heard growing up. It was a phrase that hadn't been uttered in his presence until the war, intermingled with 'Roger, roger,' and the almost playful exhilaration that the clones had sometimes shared when a battle was going in their favor.

It was anathema to everything Caleb Dume had been raised to be, and something that, stepping into a rebellion against the Empire, Kanan Jarrus couldn't afford to ignore. The Klingon roared something furious in his face, trying his damnedest to wield his weapon with one hand, and Kanan simply straightened himself up and put his lightsaber through his enemy's chest.

"You finish yours off fast enough," he said, turning his attention toward the third, "and we can both dance with this one."

[tigerundercover]

Raven noticed the little shift in mood, and nodded. She stopped playing with her klingon, throwing him back to the ground and snapping his neck with a quick move. "You want more after this, or should we call it a day?"

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan considered that offer as he started to move toward the last of the Klingons.

"I can always use more," he noted, "but I might opt for a change in opponent, if that's doable."

Maybe they'd have troopers programmed in that they could cut down. Or droids.