carbon scrubbing

Star Wars Fictober - 15 Age

Kanan didn’t say anything. He just stood there with his arms crossed and let Ezra squirm under the weight of his disappointment.

Ezra tried to concentrate on his chores, but there was only so much of that a boy could take. “Okay—” Ezra slammed his scrub-brush down —“I get it. I screwed up.”

“Yeah, you did.”

Leaving the spaceport for a night on the town without telling anyone had been reckless. Stealing a speeder bike from an Imperial officer had been even more reckless. Leading the Imperials on a high speed chase through the streets of Garel City before crashing the bike into a wall had just been stupid, but sometimes he just needed to get away for a while. Between blaster training and Jedi training and all the mission stuff, Ezra was being crushed by the pressure.

“Look, I know when you were my age you are off saving the galaxy or whatever, but—”

Kanan’s bark of laughter cut him off. “I think you have me confused with Hera.” Kanan shook his head ruefully. “Ezra, when I was your age I was probably drunk.”


Kanan chuckled at Ezra’s bewildered verbal flailing. Then his face grew serious as he sat down beside him. “After Order 66, I was a mess. Everyone, everything I cared about was gone and I just—” he shrugged. “I drank, I stole, took odd jobs, hung out with criminals, and kriffed anyone that would have me. I didn’t even start to get my act together until after I met Hera.”

Ezra gaped like a landed fish. He felt like one too. One minute he’d been sure he understood his world, and now it was strange and a little alarming. Kanan had been a disaster? Ezra shook his head. He couldn’t get his mind around it. “Wait, if you were a drunk, then what are you so mad at me for?”

“Not mad. Disappointed because you nearly got yourself killed and—”

“Exposed the squadron. Yeah, yeah.” Ezra rested his arms on his knees and buried his face in them. He’d already gotten this lecture once from Hera, he didn’t need it again from Kanan too. Especially not when he apparently used to do worse stuff all the time.

“Ezra,” Kanan said with a sign. “I expect better from you because you are better, but it is a lot of pressure. We all need time off. I get it. Just tell someone and try not to be so reckless next time. Okay?”

That was a lot more understanding than Hera had been. Ezra nodded. “I can work with that.”

“Good man.” Kanan clapped him on the shoulder and got up to leave.

“Hey, Kanan?”

“Yeah?” Kanan turned back towards him.

“Had you really had sex with a girl by the time you were my age?” Ezra could barely talk to a girl he liked without babbling like an idiot. It was hard to believe a young, drunken Kanan would have been any better at it.

“Ah, yeah.” Kanan flushed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Girls, boys, a thos.”

Whoah, seriously? Girls as in plural? Not to mention boys and whatever a thos was. How? Kanan wasn’t that much better looking than him. What was the trick to getting girls to take you seriously? “Want to give me some pointers?”

“Tell you what, you finish scrubbing that carbon scoring and I’ll tell you when you’re older.”

ceeceeflh  asked:

How do you get enough air to last a whole year? Gary, age 7

Hi Gary. We make oxygen out of water. We have tanks that have oxygen in it that we don’t use much. We have tanks that have nitrogen that we don’t use much. And we scrub the carbon dioxide from the air.