fandomhigh | Advanced Tactics, Tuesday

As the students entered the Dangerroom today, they found a rather benign sight: two rows of tables, on which five computers had been set up, complete with headsets, media keyboards, mice, and other accessories. Professor Harrington stood at the front of the room. She sipped from a cup of hot chocolate while Nimitz watched the class from his usual perch on her shoulder.

"Please come in and have a seat at one of the terminals. As with our previous schedule, today is your lab. The computers before you have been set up to emulate the command centers of the various nuclear vessels you have toured. Networked together, they will allow you to interact with each other."

Placing aside her hot chocolate, Honor moved forward and folded her arms across her chest. "You will fight, row 1 against row 2, coordinating your attacks through either voice or chat communications." She paused. "You might think of it as a version of the old Battleship game."

She smiled. "Now, choose your vessels and may the best team win."

[OCD ~~coming~~ up.]

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The sign-in sheet was on a table near the door, next to the usual cart with snacks and drinks.

Nuclear Sokka

Pip Bernadette

Alanna Trebond.

Schrodinger

Peter Pevensie

kaoru and hikaru hitachiin

Number 6

Take a seat and plot your strategy. Discuss your tactics.

Peter poked at the computers to try to see if he could actually figure out how to work one without Willow right there.

Take a seat and plot your strategy. Discuss your tactics. Maybe even name your team...

Sokka sat down at a console with an armful of snacks.

Today, he was captain of a fake submathingy. First order of business? Figuring out how to use this weird machine doohicky to fire the weapons.

Pip glanced over at Sokka's snacks as he sat down. "Hungry?"

"No. Why?" Sokka asked, as he munched.

He looked over at Pip. "Hey, see if you can figure out how this thing -- ha! Hold on!"

He tapped a couple more buttons, letting loose a flurry of torpedoes towards what were hopefully Row 1's ships. Before the scenario had started. Because that -- that's tactics.

Pip wouldn't agree more.

Fair fighting was not a concept heavily drilled into him by his teachers.

"I think you found the fire button," he said. Although if he knew Honor Harrington, it probably wouldn't work.

"That's what I was lookin' for!" Sokka answered, poking the button some more. "Now, if I can figure out how to steer, and how to make it self-destruct, we'll be all set."

"Self-destruct? Why are you so concerned with self-destruct?"

"SHHHHHHH!!! Not so loud!" Sokka cautioned.

Then, in a whisper, he continued. "Tactics. The ship's gotta have a lot of fuel on it, right? And we've got some ships, and they've got some ships. So, if you keep your ships where they are and I sail my ship up to their ships and blow it up and take out all of theirs, then our side wins, right?"

"Yes. But think about this. Who's controlling these ships? Like it was a real life situation?"

Sokka sighed dramatically and explained, "It's not a real life situation. It's just pretend. Otherwise, it'd be a stupid idea."

Pip raised an eyebrow. "Thank you Monsieur condescension I'm very aware of that. But have you ever had to send someone to their possible death? What you're talking about is a good idea, but sacrifice is kind of something you use when there are no other options."

"No, if there's any possible death going on, I go with them. I'm not stupid; this is just a game. A game I intend to win."

"Good answer," Pip said, grinning. "Alright, let's look at our enemy." He stood up and peeked over the terminals before sitting down.

"Okay. Peter's over there. Very honorable. Tends towards to fair combat, from what I understand."

Sokka frowned in thought. "He's also good with boats. Should we try to distract him somehow?"

"Maybe. Possibly find a way to isolate his ship early on if we think he's the greatest threat."

Beat each other senselessly?

Honor lurked about the room. Occasionally, she would take a seat at the front of the room, reviewing newsfaxes on her minicomp.

Honor takes a few minutes after class to download the information recorded about the various skirmishes and maneuvers.

...because that means I'm done for now. Catch you guys from home!

Advanced Tactics, Tuesday

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