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Constant Vigilance 2, Session 7. Friday the 20th, A Classroom. Period 4
The Doctor smiled after everyone was seated. "Today you'll be glad to hear that we aren't learning about more aliens out to kill you, replace you, or anything along those lines. In fact, two of the more diplomatic and scientific races in the galaxy. Our first is the lifeforms from Alpha Centauri."
The Doctor dimmed the lights and turned on his holoprojector. It projected a green creature, tall and rather cylindrical, with a bulbous head with a very large eye.
"Alpha Centaurians are hexapodical creatures, with rather high pitched voices. They are hermaphroditic creatures, so the usual sir/madam addressing is really down to individual preference. I was good friends with a diplomatic representative from the system, who was often working with the planet of Peladon. But that's a whole different story. The key to dealing with an Alpha Centaurian is being polite. They are polite beings, so it is rather easy. Other than the fact that sometimes their voices grate against the eardrums, they do. Some of us are a bit more sensitive about that." He tapped his right ear.
"Don't let the appearance frighten you too much. And yes, I am very well aware of what they look like. If I hear giggling and snorting, I'll be a bit cross, but I can't really blame you. Get a good gawk in now, as in a moment, I'll be--"
He switched the projection over to a yellowish skinned woman, with coifish hair and a small dome on the top of her head with bead-like bits on it.
"That is Chairman Mena of the Argolin. They are now a race of scientists, completely without war. Why? Because they are a dead race. Sterile, their planet almost an entire nuclear wasteland. All because of a war that lasted not even an entire half hour. A war with the Foamasi, actually. You should remember them from three weeks ago. Wonderful people, the Argolins. You'll find more about them in this packet I'm handing out."
The Doctor then, indeed, passed out packets on the Argolins.
"A very 'A' laden day, today," the Doctor said. "For the rest of the class, I'd like you to discuss what sort of traits you'd want in a race of soldiers. Next week, we'll be discussing two of the biggest war-mongering races of the galaxy, and I want to have you see if your ideas stack up to them. Pair up as you wish. And I'll have my office open all tommorow in case anyone's guardians or friends wish to stop by. I'm glad to meet the folks, me."
"Now go on, get paired up, and get discussing. You should have fun with this."
[ooc: Ready to go, yo!]
The Doctor dimmed the lights and turned on his holoprojector. It projected a green creature, tall and rather cylindrical, with a bulbous head with a very large eye.
"Alpha Centaurians are hexapodical creatures, with rather high pitched voices. They are hermaphroditic creatures, so the usual sir/madam addressing is really down to individual preference. I was good friends with a diplomatic representative from the system, who was often working with the planet of Peladon. But that's a whole different story. The key to dealing with an Alpha Centaurian is being polite. They are polite beings, so it is rather easy. Other than the fact that sometimes their voices grate against the eardrums, they do. Some of us are a bit more sensitive about that." He tapped his right ear.
"Don't let the appearance frighten you too much. And yes, I am very well aware of what they look like. If I hear giggling and snorting, I'll be a bit cross, but I can't really blame you. Get a good gawk in now, as in a moment, I'll be--"
He switched the projection over to a yellowish skinned woman, with coifish hair and a small dome on the top of her head with bead-like bits on it.
"That is Chairman Mena of the Argolin. They are now a race of scientists, completely without war. Why? Because they are a dead race. Sterile, their planet almost an entire nuclear wasteland. All because of a war that lasted not even an entire half hour. A war with the Foamasi, actually. You should remember them from three weeks ago. Wonderful people, the Argolins. You'll find more about them in this packet I'm handing out."
The Doctor then, indeed, passed out packets on the Argolins.
"A very 'A' laden day, today," the Doctor said. "For the rest of the class, I'd like you to discuss what sort of traits you'd want in a race of soldiers. Next week, we'll be discussing two of the biggest war-mongering races of the galaxy, and I want to have you see if your ideas stack up to them. Pair up as you wish. And I'll have my office open all tommorow in case anyone's guardians or friends wish to stop by. I'm glad to meet the folks, me."
"Now go on, get paired up, and get discussing. You should have fun with this."
[ooc: Ready to go, yo!]
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