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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They raced to the elevator, out into the hallway...and smack into a forcefield.

"Well, this could've been planned better," Palpatine said testily.

John, following behind, looked to Victor for answers, "And here I thought you had it all under control." He was just living up to his role of assistant.

"No, our professor has it under control and he seems to have an unnatural amount of disdain for us," Victor said. He turned his lightsaber on and stabbed the wall around the field, hoping to sever some important circuitry.

He made a lot of sparks but didn't hit anything useful.

Soon they were surrounded by destroyer droids.

Palpatine sighed heavily. "I suppose General Grievous wishes to see us."

For a moment his wise politician facade cracked. "If I end up killed, the Senate will be most unhappy."

"I guess we go see this Grievous fellow then," John said. "And how about we all try not to die." The old man was kinda creepy.

"Fine," Victor said, feeling that Professor Skywalker was perhaps having too much fun with this.

Professor Skywalker would've pointed out that this was about half-speed for what actually happened, but he was too busy making General Grievous look up from the navigational system as the prisoners were led into the command center.

"Chancellor Palpatine...and two Jedi I've never heard of. Clearly the Council was hoping I'd kill you."

John looked at the metal-headed thing. "Grievous...huh, you're smaller than I expected."

"A metal-clad maniac who thinks he looks stylish with a cape. How derivative," Victor scoffed.

"Kill them," Grievous instructed the droids, who opened fire.

Without taking the prisoners' weapons away. Stupid droids.

Relieved to still have his lightsaber, John moved quickly to turn it on and slash at the droids while dodging their fire.

Victor followed John's lead, but only wielded his saber with one hand. The other was positioned with the thumb, index finger, and pinky out. And the hand was glowing.

Turns out, somebody knew how to fire mystic blasts. And he was firing them right now at some droids.

Palpatine, in a corner where he'd been manhandled by some droids, was openly assessing Victor's technique. ~~Not dirty. Oh, God, not dirty.~~

Grievous was doing some assessing of his own. Like there weren't nearly enough droids to stop these two...who needed to breathe.

He didn't have that problem. He took one of the fallen staff weapons of a droid--now in pieces, thanks to Victor and John--and hurled it towards the glass of the viewport.

It cracked ominously.

"Sheppard, grab onto something!" Victor yelled.

John, ever Victor's bitch, grabbed onto a convenient table that seemed to be bolted down.

Victor wrapped his arms around a railing as he watched the crack spread.

The crack finally shattered, venting the room to the atmosphere and taking everything that wasn't bolted down or clinging to something bolted down out into space.

Cackling evilly (because really, why do it any other way?), Grievous leaped out the window and ran away.

"The door's close very soon!" Palpatine gasped, already beginning to turn a little blue.

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