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Career Choices - Wednesday, November 21st - 4th Period

As the students filed in, the might notice that the statuesque blond standing at the front of the classroom was not their normal teacher.

"Good morning,” she said, her voice carrying effortlessly. “I am Lady Ghanima Atreides, and I have been tasked with teaching your class for the remainder of the term. You may call me Lady Ghanima or Miss Ghanima, whichever you are more comfortable with. The first person to call me Lady Atreides gets detention.” Ghani grinned unrepentantly. "Lady Atriedes is my grandmother, and I am nowhere near that old."

"Now, if I could have all of you introduce yourselves, along with whatever profession you had been considering up until this point, so that I may put names to faces." Ghani pointed randomly at one student sitting in front. "You. Go."

Once everyone had introduced themselves, Ghani moved over to her desk.

“I have a copy of your original syllabus here, and it looks like things have been rearranged a bit.” She glanced up to smile at them encouragingly. “We’re going to say that Mister Hades’ lecture on the benefits of being a minion counts as the class on retail, because no one should have to endure that twice.”

"As your world appears to be attempting to branch out into space exploration, I thought we could take a step back in the lesson plan, and look at the different career paths in the aviation industry.” Ghanima collected a stack of handouts from her desk and walked around to give one to each student. “There are a number of different jobs in aviation. While many people initially think of being a pilot, there are also the engineers, the designers, the manufacturers, and the navigators.

"Today, however, we look at the aviators themselves, and the various options, commercial and private; open to those who wish to soar. You can fly a commercial or private shuttle, carrying passengers, fly for the various military organizations on this planet, or cargo planes carrying much needed supplies. A good pilot is always in high demand."

"For those of you for whom the sky is not enough, there is space flight." Ghani sat on her desk, glowing blue eyes watching them carefully. "Space flight is in its infancy on this planet. Where I am from, movement between planets and systems is all carefully undertaken by the Spacing Guild and their Navigators, made possible by the use of Spice. Here on Earth, however, there is no such dependency on a drug. Indeed, astronauts and cosmonauts are highly discouraged from using any mind-expanding substances."

"The process to become a pilot in space is much more rigorous than atmospheric piloting, although it should be stressed that neither is a walk in the park. Being a pilot of any kind requires good reflexes, a quick mind, a love of long hours and strange places, a willingness to follow orders, and knowing when orders are idiotic."

"Now, if you'd all be so kind as to pair up and discuss the professional advantages and disadvantages of the different opportunites open to pilots, I'm interested in hearing what you think being a pilot would be like."

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Name and future profession!

Chat, pass notes, etc. Don't think she doesn't see you.

Discuss! If you had to pick, what type of pilot would you be?

She's here if you want her.

First class ever! If I missed something, poke me on AIM at lyricaldiscord. :)

Aly found her way to the classroom just as the period ended and leaned against the doorway, waiting for Ghanina to become free enough to notice her.

Ghani had noticed the instant that the other woman had entered the room, acknowledging her with a slight nod.

As the last of the children left the classroom, she walked over to where Aly was lounging. "Somehow, I doubt you're one of my students."

River Tam

Aly chuckled. "No, just another teacher. The school likes to assign a teacher who's been here for a while to help out new arrivals. I'm Aly."

"Thank the Maker, someone to save my sanity!" Ghanima laughed. "Ghanima Atreides, although I'm sure you already knew that. I'm not sure what made anyone think I should be teaching children, but here I am."

"Join the club," Aly said easily. "Half the people here wouldn't have imagined teaching before they arrived. But here we are."

"I don't even know any children," Ghani said wryly. "This is my brother's idea of a joke. He likes to think he's funny."

"So then, Aly-who-teaches, what do you teach?" she asked, leaning against the wall easily. "What exactly have I gotten myself in to?"

"Brothers," Aly rolled her eyes. "They're so convinced they're helpful. Right now I have a class on protection, earlier I've taught spying and revolutions." She gave a quick grin. "So all manner of things. It's not precisely a school like others. Most of the students here have experienced more - much more than the average child. They never cease to be surprising."

"Oh? Good. I hear normal children are boring. I hate boring." Ghani inspected her nails idly. "How did you get the class on revolution? I want that class instead. Career Choices seems a bit mundane...maybe I'll have to give a lecture next week on how to be a successful revolutionary."

"Miss Connell had mentioned that the island was 'interesting'," she looked up and smirked at Aly. "Between you and my students, I'm getting the impression she may have understated the situation?"

YOU FORGOT PIE!
*gives pie*
See? Much better.

I have NEVER forgotten pie. I am baking pie tonight!

...I might have a pie addiction....

*taps inner elbow* This is where the filling goes. Sweet sweet release....
Nice WRAAAAAAAAAAAATH! icon. :)

Teddy Altman, Emperor

Teddy was pretty darn sure that flying an actual ship wasn't in his future.

It rook him long enough to figure out how to do it with wings and that could only be more painful.

"Miss Connell's still new to the island," Aly replied. "This is a place of short interludes of almost bucolic peace interspersed with utter madness. It's a good place if you don't like boring." She raised an eyebrow but looked pleased. "I'll have to stop by to hear your lecture if you do."

"Careful, or I'll use you as an example." Ghani's blue eyes flared brighter for a moment with private amusement. "The most successful revolutionary is the living one, as I'm sure you know. A live specimen is always useful when teaching an object lesson."

As being a pilot was something that River seriously considered - and from remebering her future it seemed even more likely - she listened carefully.

The new teacher had a mind that wasn't completely easy to access, and River observed her quietly. What she could see was oddly familiar, as was the way Ghanima's mind managed to keep River away from anything that wasn't on the surface.

"I make it a point never to be an object lesson," she said teasingly.

River looked around for someone to team up with.

James Sullivan, Scarer

Ghani was not unaware of being observed, she would be a poor Fremen if she missed something as simple as that.

She smiled encouragingly at the young girl. "Yes, Miss Tam?"

"Then what sort of lesson do you make a point of being?" Ghani returned, teasingly. "Can one teach without some objectiveness regarding a subject? Otherwise it merely becomes indoctrination."

River blinked. "Nothing, Lady Ghanima." The smile was good though. "Do you know a girl here named Irulan Corrino?"

"Do I know a girl here named Irulan Corrino?" Ghani asked softly, rolling the words around in her mouth and her head as she enjoyed all the possible wordplay options.

"I know Irulan Corrino," she answered finally, "but she does not know this me. Yet." The Other Memory whispered at her, requesting her attention as bits of her own recollections flitted easily along the surface of her mind.

"So, what gave me away?" Ghani grinned impishly and leaned in as if to impart a great secret. "Tell me, Miss Tam, was it the eyes? Or the hat?"

"I like your hat," she replied, smiling cheerfully. "Reminds me of Irulan's. But your mind gave you away."

"My step-mother has excellent taste in hats," Ghani said with mock-solemnity, glowing blue eyes sparking with mischief. "I usually let her do all the shopping for me."

"My mind?" Ghanima tilted her head to the side, studying River. Well then, I shall have to have words with it. she continued silently, framing the words in her mind carefully. Not projecting, simply laying them there for River to see. A mind can get up to so much trouble, when one does not watch it constantly.

"Step-mother?" River grinned. "She gave me a hat. I gave her a strange one in return. And yes, minds are devious things."

"Step-mother." Ghanima confirmed. "How much do you think I can make her flail? I'm afraid I gained a fondness for trying to fluster her when I was a child, I was an unholy little terror, and I've never outgrown the habit."

"I'm afraid I must confess a curiosity. Where have you encountered a mind like mine before? I know that Irulan's should not look or feel anything like mine, unless this is not my Irulan."

Her eyes grew a little guarded, and the barriers around her eyes came up. "The Reverend Mother who came to visit Irulan," she said quietly.

"A Reverend Mother? Came here?" Surprise flashed across Ghani's face briefly before she buried it, part of her awareness already consulting with the Other Memory. "I should not be surprised. Wheels within wheels, the Sisterhood is ever vigilant. It was Mohiam, most likely. That woman was a poison, with her plots and schemes. I must confess a lack of fondness for her."

"I am not Bene Gesserit, River." Ghanima met River's eyes squarely, unflinching. "I am everything they are, more than they can ever be, but I am not one of them. Do you understand?"

She gave Ghanima a look that clearly said no. "Want to explain?"

"Not really, unless you want my brother's treatise on genetics and predestination," Ghanima said dryly, "and I do not have the patience for that today."

"The short version is I have access to all of their training, and none of their brainwashing. The Sisterhood and I do not get along. At all."

River smiled warmly. "I had a feeling that I wouldn't either," she said. "And Irulan advised me not to take up their invitation to visit."

"Shai-Hulud! Noooooooo!" Ghanima waved her arms dramatically and laughed. "Not unless you're going to lead the acolytes in an uprising against those horrible robes. Mohiam would like nothing more than to gobble you up, girl."

The Mohiam in her head was cheerfully agreeing, LOUDLY, so Ghanima not-so-politely slammed the door into her Other Memory for the time being.

"Her hat was impressive though," River commented, grinning.

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