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History in Action, Wednesday, 3rd Period
Bill Adama followed Roslin into the DangerShop, sipping from his coffee. He glanced around the empty, cavernous room, then looked to her, brows raised. "This is a classroom?"
Laura crossed to the control console looking every bit like the cat that swallowed the canary. "Of sorts." She turned her attention to the console and pulled up her program. The generators began to hum. Before she or Adama could bat an eyelash, they were suddenly standing along the coastline that bordered the Malian Gulf.The sounds of the ocean filled the once empty space, and as she returned to join him, she could feel the grainy, alluvial soil beneath her feet.
"What the frak...?" The admiral held on to his coffee as the environment took shape around him, but it was near thing. He stared at it, brows furrowed, trying to make sense of it. Laura could almost see the wheels turning in his mind. "Where are we?"
"We're still in the classroom, though it's actually called the DangerShop. From what I understand, it's a holographic generator of sorts." She gave a smile. "Not unlike Athena's tomb."
Adama nodded, slowly relaxing -- or at least providing a relaxed appearance. He sipped his coffe casually. "We could use something like this to train the nuggets; save a few Vipers."
"What do you think Professor Harrington used the specs for?" Passing him a wry grin, Laura took a long draw from her own cup, draining the last of the contents. "As much as I'd like to preserve our assets, I'm not sure we could incorporate it into our own technology without a lot of effort."
The admiral grinned. "And explanation."
A table solidified, as well as chairs and seating for the class. Laura took her seat, gesturing for Adama to take the seat next to her. That was where the students found them as they began to filter in. As the bell rang, Laura stood.
"Good morning, everyone," she said, calling the class to order. "Today, as I mentioned, we're going to be witnessing and discussing the Battle of Thermopylae. Now, I know there's been a movie released in the past year or so, detailing the story. Can anyone tell me a little more about the battle -- why it happened? What was so important about it?"
Laura allowed the students a few minutes to answer the questions before pressing along. "What we're going to do today is a little less...participatory. Today, we're going to watch events unfold, discuss what's going on; we're also going to discuss some of the more exaggerated details.
"I will warn you -- this is a bit graphic. If anyone has any trouble, please let me know."
After a moment, the events of the battle began to unfold: The 300 Spartans, following their king, Leonidas, arrived on the scene. With each Persian attack, the wall behind them, sealing the passage, grew. The action was paused occasionally, discussing the finer points of the battle.
At the end, the images faded, and there was nothing left but Roslin, Adama, and the students, seated along a ridge overlooking the ocean. "If you have any questions, see me after class." Laura smiled. "Otherwise...have a good weekend."
[OCDcoming up. Tag in at will.]
Laura crossed to the control console looking every bit like the cat that swallowed the canary. "Of sorts." She turned her attention to the console and pulled up her program. The generators began to hum. Before she or Adama could bat an eyelash, they were suddenly standing along the coastline that bordered the Malian Gulf.The sounds of the ocean filled the once empty space, and as she returned to join him, she could feel the grainy, alluvial soil beneath her feet.
"What the frak...?" The admiral held on to his coffee as the environment took shape around him, but it was near thing. He stared at it, brows furrowed, trying to make sense of it. Laura could almost see the wheels turning in his mind. "Where are we?"
"We're still in the classroom, though it's actually called the DangerShop. From what I understand, it's a holographic generator of sorts." She gave a smile. "Not unlike Athena's tomb."
Adama nodded, slowly relaxing -- or at least providing a relaxed appearance. He sipped his coffe casually. "We could use something like this to train the nuggets; save a few Vipers."
"What do you think Professor Harrington used the specs for?" Passing him a wry grin, Laura took a long draw from her own cup, draining the last of the contents. "As much as I'd like to preserve our assets, I'm not sure we could incorporate it into our own technology without a lot of effort."
The admiral grinned. "And explanation."
A table solidified, as well as chairs and seating for the class. Laura took her seat, gesturing for Adama to take the seat next to her. That was where the students found them as they began to filter in. As the bell rang, Laura stood.
"Good morning, everyone," she said, calling the class to order. "Today, as I mentioned, we're going to be witnessing and discussing the Battle of Thermopylae. Now, I know there's been a movie released in the past year or so, detailing the story. Can anyone tell me a little more about the battle -- why it happened? What was so important about it?"
Laura allowed the students a few minutes to answer the questions before pressing along. "What we're going to do today is a little less...participatory. Today, we're going to watch events unfold, discuss what's going on; we're also going to discuss some of the more exaggerated details.
"I will warn you -- this is a bit graphic. If anyone has any trouble, please let me know."
After a moment, the events of the battle began to unfold: The 300 Spartans, following their king, Leonidas, arrived on the scene. With each Persian attack, the wall behind them, sealing the passage, grew. The action was paused occasionally, discussing the finer points of the battle.
At the end, the images faded, and there was nothing left but Roslin, Adama, and the students, seated along a ridge overlooking the ocean. "If you have any questions, see me after class." Laura smiled. "Otherwise...have a good weekend."
[OCD
Re: Discussion 1
You all right?
Re: Discussion 1
Terminally embarrassed. But I always recover. I hate answering machines.