fandomhigh | Ethics [Thursday, October 24, 1st period]

Today the class was meeting in the Danger Room.

It was not surprising that there wasn't a scrap of red velvet to be seen anywhere. It always wasn't a coincidence that today's class could get most of the students fake killed in nasty ways.

"Welcome to your midterm," Anakin said, pacing across the flight deck of a ship. Behind him, thousands of pricks of lights showed that a space battle had been paused for him to talk. "Today, you will get to be Jedi."

His eyes went flat. "Or try, anyway. Your mission," he said, striding over to a three-dimensional schematic of the ship, "is to rescue the Chancellor of the Republic, who has been kidnapped by a General Grievous, the leader of a Separatist movement. There's also another fearsome warrior aboard, a Lord of the Sith..." he glanced at Qui-Gon, "whose name doesn't matter."

And whose face would be mysteriously blurry when Qui-Gon fought against him. Anakin wasn't about to screw up timelines for a class assignment.

"Regardless. You will be paired up and rescue the Chancellor. Alive, please. Your mission is to fight past the droids, Grievous and the Sith Lord, get back on a different ship and the hell off of this one as quickly as possible."

He waved his hand towards the control panel. The students would now find themselves in brown robes and holding unlit lightsaber hilts. They would work like the real things, but only in the Danger Room.

Their reflexes, regrettably, were what they had come in with.

"Try not to die," Anakin said, then listed off the pairings:

River Tam - Irulan Corrino
Gavin Darklighter - Prue Halliwell
Edward Elric - Aravis Tarkheena
John Sheppard - Victor Von Doom
Gwynn Hood - Henry Jekyll
Qui-Gon Jinn - Jaina Solo
Rodney McKay - Sokka
Sora - Haruhi
Kabuto - Ino

Volcano - Damien Rice

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John ran for the elevator only to skid to a stop in front of more freaking droid things. "Victor, I think they want their friend back."

"No," Victor said, switching his saber off and clipping it to his belt. He grabbed the dead droid's blaster arm and pulled the blaster away. Using his droid for cover, he began firing at these new droids.

He was more comfortable with a gun anyway.

These three new droids had shields! Oooh, shiny. They'd been made to be Jedi killers, too.

And they were blocking the way to the elevators.

"Hey, I want a blaster!" John complained as he slashed at one of the new droids with his pink blade only to discover it was shielded.

Victor studied his blaster for a moment. If he jammed the gun and charged it...

Moments later, he was charging the droids, using his droid as a shield again. He dropped the blaster in close proximity and turned to John. "Move unless you want to be blown up."

Having seen the scary bastard screwing with the blaster, John heeded his warning and moved. Quickly.

Victor followed John, still using the droid as a shield. He wasn't taking any chances with robot shrapnel.

And there was a lot of it. Droid parts everywhere.

The elevator doors slid open.

"We're not doing half badly," John said, shutting off his pink sword and boarding the elevator. "That was quick thinking with the blaster." He couldn't believe he was complimenting Victor, and yet.

"It helps that one of us is thinking," Victor said, stepping onto the elevator. He left his droid behind. It had served its purpose.

"Let's just finish this (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/1569565.html?thread=96157981#t96157981)."

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