fandomhigh | Ethics [Thursday, February 14]

Today the class was meeting in the Danger Room.

It was Valentine's Day and Anakin couldn't leave for Connecticut until class was over. So it 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 named Count Dooku. He is not to be underestimated. He took my arm off when I was 20."

He shrugged it off.

"Regardless. You will be paired up and rescue the Chancellor. Alive, please. Your mission is to fight past the droids, 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, "and for the love of the Force, don't do stupid things with your lightsabers like try to skewer your classmates or write your name in the floor." He then listed off the pairings:

Harvelle, Jo & Hammond, Evey
Anemone & Wells, Andrew
Atkins, Amber & Sato, Hoshi
Austreben, Karal & Emmagan, Teyla
Dresden, Harry & Montague, Romeo
Fray, Melaka & Rikku
Lang, Lana & Halliwell, Wyatt
Levine, Eve & Levine, Savannah
Park, Adam & Roberts, Summer
Reno & Sparks, Jenny
Price, Adah & Skywalker, Anakin

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Andrew held his hands up, looking more than a little uncomfortable.

"I'm so going to die, aren't I? I could just sacrifice myself -- create a diversion for you to make a break for it." It's not like they would really die. Right?

"You die, Master Skywalker thumps me. I'd rather stay un-thumped," she said dryly. Then, the little wheels clicked in her brain.

"Andrew!" she said, leveling a finger at him. "Andrew-Bart-Roomie! You're in the inventioning-class, right? A.J. came to the library and got books about flying for you. How good are you at, um, explosives? Or rigging a flame-thrower? 'Cause this? Is a flight deck. There's so much lovely fuel right here for the taking."

Andrew thought it over. Could he? Probably not, at least not with any kind of scientific accuracy.

"Sure," he said. "It's not that hard."

"Well, then, get to it smartie!" she giggled. "This will be fun!"

It wasn't that hard locating a barrel full of some type of fuel. At least the fumes seemed pretty volatile when he unscrewed the cap. "This should work," he said. "But at this volume, we would likely blow ourselves up as well. Do you see any smaller containers?"

Making stuff up was fun!

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"We could just knock the whole thing down the hallway and light it up," she mused, looking around inside one of the aircraft, "but then we'd still be cut off, and I'm not a fan of exploding."

"Bingo!" Anemone almost fell out of the cockpit, waving a pressurized air-tank. "Will this work?"

"Oh!" Andrew knew what those were! All his research had not been for naught.

"We could totally strap that to one of the barrels of fuel and use it to propel it into the middle of all the droids. The impact alone should be enough to ignite the fuel without needing to try and rig some kind of blasting mechanism."

He thought it over. "Though we sill might want to drain off some of the fuel before we do this. I don't want to take out half the hanger deck as well."

"I don't understand half of that, and I don't care." Anemone cheerfully jumped down, tank clutched to her body. "Yeah, go with less-boom. Even a small explosion will be enough of a distraction that I can hopefully take them down. I will not, however, protest a medium-to-large explosion, as long as you don't breach the hull."

Andrew set to work. He located a small rolling dolly and hefted the barrel onto it. "That's kinda heavy," he said, looking around for something to drain some of the fuel into.

"Do you see anything we could use to strap it all together?" he asked.

"Seatbelts!" Climbing back into the parked fighter, she knelt on a seat and ignited her lightsaber, cutting the flight harnesses free. "Sorry, pretty baby," she crooned softly. "I wouldn't do this if you were real."

Pressing a light kiss to the console, she gathered up her prizes and tossed them to the floor of the flight deck. "Is that enough?"

"That should work," he called up, picking up the belts.

The finished product was rather crude, but it should theoretically work. He thought. On second thought, he had a lot of doubts.

"This is perfect," Andrew said. "Those droids aren't going to know what hit them."

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Anemone was oblivious to any doubts he might have. As long as it went boom and didn't blow up them up, she'd be happy.

"Lead on then, boss. You do the booming, I'll do the hack and slash?" she offered, still holding his lightsaber. "That will at least clear us the hallway."

"Let's see what this thing can do," he said pushing the contraption along (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/1690966.html?thread=104066646#t104066646)

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