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fandomhigh2007-12-19 01:08 pm
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Alternative Tactics, Period One, 19/12
Being a telepath, Sarah Kerrigan was slightly more resilient against earworms than the average human being. She had been keeping the song at bay since she'd woken up early that morning.
She had a final to give.
"Alright, boys and girls, your final will be part written and part practical. The theoretical part is childishly simple, really. Per module-- infiltration, unusual weaponry and battlefield maneuvers-- write down what you consider to be the three most important points about the subject."
She paused, rubbing her temple. The song was literally starting to drum through her skull. She would not give in.
"After you have finished the theoretical exam, you can move on into a short simulated exercise with a small team consisting of a firebat and a stealth agent."
Oh, it was an insistant one, worse than the time she got stuck with a few drafted farmers from the outer edges. Like someone was beating a stick rhythmically on her brain. She was going to chase it back down to whatever pit of hell it had come from.
"It's your mission to disable the objective without causing enough of a ruckus to get all hell on your heads. Good luck."
Mission succesful. It was done. She would not have to speak again.
She took a breath, collected herself, paced a few steps towards the desk, and bellowed, "HERE! COME! THE DRUMS!"
A silence passed.
Kerrigan smacked herself in the forehead very hard, growled, and sat down.
[ ocdcoming up! for non-whovians: here and here ]
She had a final to give.
"Alright, boys and girls, your final will be part written and part practical. The theoretical part is childishly simple, really. Per module-- infiltration, unusual weaponry and battlefield maneuvers-- write down what you consider to be the three most important points about the subject."
She paused, rubbing her temple. The song was literally starting to drum through her skull. She would not give in.
"After you have finished the theoretical exam, you can move on into a short simulated exercise with a small team consisting of a firebat and a stealth agent."
Oh, it was an insistant one, worse than the time she got stuck with a few drafted farmers from the outer edges. Like someone was beating a stick rhythmically on her brain. She was going to chase it back down to whatever pit of hell it had come from.
"It's your mission to disable the objective without causing enough of a ruckus to get all hell on your heads. Good luck."
Mission succesful. It was done. She would not have to speak again.
She took a breath, collected herself, paced a few steps towards the desk, and bellowed, "HERE! COME! THE DRUMS!"
A silence passed.
Kerrigan smacked herself in the forehead very hard, growled, and sat down.
[ ocd
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