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History in Action, Wednesday, 3rd Period

Students entered this time, struck immediately by the weight of the air, heavy with humidity. The sky above them was bright blue -- almost like an ocean -- and wide-bladed green leaves stretched toward a rolling horizon; soft green moss padded each footstep. In the distance, over the far mountains, a storm could be seen, the thunder echoing in the silence.

Following the footpath, they climbed to the peak of a hill. It was there that they found their professor. She stood silently, her eyes tracing the horizon. As they looked over that same horizon, however, a flash of light could be seen...followed in quick succession by another...and another. Thousands of people in the city below scrambled for cover; the high-pitched roar of machinery began to be heard, though the cause was not immediately evident.

Roslin's eyes did not move from the confusion below as she spoke.

"Today will be a quiet day," she said. She clutched a worn, leather-bound book to her chest. The title had been long since worn away, and as her thumb traced over the cover, she gave a rueful smile. "Today, we will be witnessing the exodus of the Twelve Tribes of Kobol."

Turning now to her class, she removed her glasses, grasping them in one hand. "As we've been noting, war can create a great, pivotal point in history, be it human or extraterrestrial. In this case, it shapes the future.

"What you see before you is a small town, believed to be part of the Caprican tribe. The flares of light are mortars, laser cannon, and various other ranged ammunition, fired by another tribe. War has broken out between the tribes, and they can no longer co-exist on the same planet. So...everyone has been planning their journeys -- packing their things, and developing their ships. In the next few moments, as we watch, they'll make their departure, seeking out entire planets for themselves."

She gave a rueful smile. "Feel free to ask questions; I'll answer them as best I can. If not, I might be able to find it." Holding up the book, she nodded to it. "I brought reinforcements."

Laura once again became quiet, watching as the residents of the city filled ships; the smaller of the fleet began rising, hovering just above the horizon as they waited. Soon, the sky was filled with transports, all ranging in size. As the noise became unbearable, a lone figure could be seen standing on the horizon. The wind blew, and the white, flowing robe clung to the figure; it was only then it became apparent the figure was a woman.

The white-robed figure watched as the sky clouded with ships, each beginning a slow ascent into the clouds. She waved and remained there until the last ship vanished. The thunder rolled again, bringing the rain with it this time. As lightning flashed across the sky, the white figure herself was gone. It was impossible to say whether she'd jumped...or if she had ever been there at all.

And then there was silence once again. It was broken only by the pitter-patter of rain on the leaves surrounding them, or the occasional question by the students.

[A little reserved tonight, as I didn't get all the research done I wanted to. So, it'll be saved for next week. Please feel free to ask questions about the significance, how it all started, etc. I'll be available to pick up pings tomorrow afternoon.

OCD threads ~~coming~~ are up! And it always said tribes. Really. ::handwave::]

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Distracted though she may have appeared, Laura Roslin was still a teacher. She managed to take roll visually, and would make notes in her attendance record later.

Gwynn Hood

Naomi Wildman

Adam Park

Annette Hargrove

Yasutora Sado

Ronan Nolan, Jr

Warren Cheswick

Carmela Rodriguez

Buffy Summers

Evie Carnahan

Robin

"Feel free to ask questions; I'll answer them as best I can. If not, I might be able to find it." Holding up the book, she nodded to it. "I brought reinforcements."

Gwynn was watching all of this quite carefully.

Evie frowned, watching the action, and keeping her voice down, she asked, "Who was the woman on the cliff?"

"According to the Sacred Scrolls, the woman on the cliff was Athena, one of the Lords of Kobol. She's written about extensively during this time period." She gave Evie a half smile.

"Do they say what happened to her?" Evie asked, curious. "Because I looked and she was gone. I didn't see her get on a ship."

"They do." Laura gestured to the peaks, remembering how they looked only two years earlier, as Sharon Valerii -- Agathon, she reminded herself -- led them through the brush. "Those formations are known as the Gates of Hera. Athena was said to be so distraught over the departure of the Tribes that she threw herself from the peaks. She was buried just over that horizon, and the Gods themselves left not long after." She gestured to the general direction where they had found her tomb.

"But who says so?" Evie asked, ever the nitpicky historian. "Were there any witnesses? Or could they just not find her?"

Laura gave a wry grin. "It's in the Scrolls," she said, raising the book again. "Which means that it likely started out in the oral tradition before being written down at some point later. Given the fact that the other Gods buried her before their own departure, however, it's possible they were witnesses to Athena's death."

~~Or pushed her off themselves because she was a whiny bitch...~~

"Hmmmmm," Evie said, nodding, and completely wishing she could interview the natives and gather more data and possibly take photos of the scene. "I see. Well, one would hope they didn't bury her alive, of course. Though that did happen a few times..."

"I've heard horror stories of it happening," Laura admitted. "They gave me nightmares after my mother died, even as an adult." She shook off the images recalled at the thought. "In this case, I've actually been to the Tomb of Athena. The crypts are still there, even if the bodies aren't. If the scholars are right, then two thousand years really is a long time to steer clear of grave robbers."

"Nearly incalculable! Unless the area was entirely uninhabited. That would be like, well, finding Tutankhamen's tomb. And his was buried in sand, and was *still* breached, at least the outer perimeter," Evie said, thinking aloud. "But I suppose that it *would* be too much to hope for."

Just like going on a field trip, Laura expected some chatter between the students. And, as long as it didn't get out of hand -- i.e. fisticuffs -- she was okay with that.

Warren fidgeted uncomfortably. He didn't quite understand what was going on, but he didn't feel right interrupting or asking things.

Quiet and subdued was not Carmela's usual reaction in *any* situation. However, she couldn't help but feel that way this time, and so she's just... watching.

Robin too was simply watching quietly.

Evie's taking copious notes on this, to ponder and think over later.

Laura exited the DangerShop slowly. Once out, she paused by the door to check that she had all her belongings.

Gwynn caught up with Laura before she left.

"Ms. Roslin? I would like to explain my absence of last week, if I may?"

Glancing up from her things, Laura adjusted her glasses. "Ah, Gwynn. I was hoping you'd stop by. You were sick, I take it?"

"Not exactly, ma'am," Gwynn said truthfully. "I was attacked... and Conner and the doctors were concerned as the attacker had cut my chest open ... and my arm." Gwynn held up her arm that had a banadeage covering the stitches. "I was really disappointed that I was forced to stay in the clinic and missed your class."

The glasses came off at this news. "And you're up? Already?" She shook her head. "Dear Gods, the things that happen at this school! I'm just relieved you survived."

Gwynn thought maybe she shouldn't tell Roslin that she had kept trying to sneak out and escape the clinic as soon as she thought she had been ready to leave.

"One of my friends is a magical person and he was able to heal me enough so that I could leave the clinic and retain my normal schedule. I am just not supposed to do anything too strenuous for awhile -- like practicing with my bow or my sword." The look on her face showed what she thought of that. She smiled. "I am alright, thank you, and I was told that the attacker was taken care of."

"I certainly hope so." Laura shook her head again. "I suppose that will teach me to pay more attention to the broadcasts.

"If you're good with the bow and sword, I'm very sorry you missed last week. The activity was to, ah, persuade the king to sign a few documents."

Gwynn tilted her head as this sparked a great deal of interest. "Which king?"

"Excuse me Professor Roslin?"

"Yes, Robin? What can I do for you?" she asked, shuffling her books in her arms. Elosha's copy of the Scrolls remained on top.

"I wanted to let you know that I won't be in next week's class, I'm going on a camping trip with my uncle."

"That's wonderful, Robin," Laura replied. "I hate that you'll miss the class, but I really hope you enjoy your trip."

"Is there any reading material or something I should take with me?"

"You should probably be familiar with the Alamo, and the subsequent Battle of San Jacinto. Even just a basic read of some internet material will do. But if you do check the internet, make sure you validate your sources."

"Okay. I'm still a little new to the internet though, so I'll probably just go to the library."

Laura nodded. "I can sympathize. It seems to be all the rage for several of the other students."

"It's a little after my time I think. By a few years."

...just in case.

Caprica represent! Woo!

*ahem*

::chuckles:: Yeah, well, I certainly wasn't going to give props to the Sagittarons... Or, Gods forbid, the Gemenese. ;)

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