fandomhigh | Advanced Tactics, Tuesday, 7th Period

Students entered the Danger Shop to find a similar set up as last week, except this time, there were several different ships. An astute student might recognize the new additions as other ships from Nelson’s fleet, as well as those associated with the opposing French and Spanish fleet. Honor stood at the end of the dock, waiting for them. An antique chair was next to her with a collapsed telescope on the seat cushion.

“Good afternoon, all,” she said, once they had gathered. “Today, I set you loose with ships of the line. Before you set sail, however, there are a few small, administrative details. First, as some of you may have guessed, we don’t have the personnel to crew a ship, much less a fleet. Thanks to the wonders of modern technology, however, your ships will obey your commands. You’ll find a touch-screen display next to the wheel, and you can navigate – and fight – through the menu options. Make sure you take a few moments to familiarize yourself with it.

“Second, fleet assignments. Mister Pevensie, you’ll be filling in for the illustrious Admiral Lord Nelson; Mister Bernadette, for the French and Spanish admirals. The following are honorary Englishmen: Schrodinger, Mister Booth, and Mister Hikaru Hitachiin. Number Six, Mister Altman, Mister Kaoru Hitachiin, and Sokka, you will be French or Spanish – your choice. Fleet admirals, you’ll have a brief time to meet with your commanders, and then they must be dispatched to control their own ships.”

Turning to Alanna, Honor smiled. “Miss Trebond, you’ll join me here on the dock, and act as reporter.”

“Now, you have your orders. If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask.

“Let’s be about it!”

[OCD threads ~~coming~~ up. ETA: Edited because I was in a hurry and forgot the other Hitachiin. Doh!]

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Rather than providing the sign-in sheet today, Honor has opted to take a visual accounting of her class. She watched the door, making note of who came in.

Alanna avoided looking at the boats as she headed towards Harrington.

Peter Pevensie

Teddy Altman

Pip walked in, shrugging off his duster and folding it over one arm.

Admiral Harrington, despite her enhanced vision and millitary training, did not see Schrodinger walk into the Danger Room.

This was mostly because Schrodinger did not walk into the Danger Room.

However when next she looked, he was standing there among the crowd, looking around at the ship.

Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin walk in, talking quietly to eachother about how Ranma blamed them for falling off the bed this morning.

Seely walked into the Danger Shop

Sokka walked in, munching on some pie.

Aboard the HMS Victory.

Peter was quite possibly too excited about this. Just...quite possibly.

"So," Schrodinger said, faking a British accent. "What do you want to start with, Lord Admiral?"

Hikaru wasn't really sure what they were supposed to be doing...but attacking ships sounded really cool right now, so he waited for Peter's ideas.

Aboard the Bucentaure.

"So, shoot at the English a lot?"

He was in the class because he was bad at this, damn it.

Pip eyed Teddy. "How about we come up with a better plan than that. First, intelligence. What do we know about our enemy?"

"I know that my brother is one of the enemy." Kaoru mentioned, which may have helped if Hikaru was the admiral or something. But he wasn't.

"Well... first thing we can think about is that Peter's used to knight combat. Honor and all that, as well as charges. Unfortunately, I'm also used to land combat. But I don't hold with honor. "

Kaoru paused. He wasn't really used to any combat...except for watching karate and kendo. "Ah, well. That's a good start then.."

"I hold with charges," Sokka cut in. "Which army -- ship army -- fleet -- thing is bigger, again? And which has better weapons? Because that better be us. I say we focus all our ships on picking them off one by one."

...may the best tactics win.

After the ships set sail, Mac arrived with a tray of tea, hot chocolate, and light snacks. Honor offered Alanna her choice.

Alanna took a cup of tea with a quiet thanks and yet another blush. And cussed out her motion sickness in her head.

...winging it. Apologies. Off to finish work now.

Advanced Tactics, Tuesday, 7th Period

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