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Tactics 201, Thursday, Period Two

Class met in an ordinary classroom today; Kerrigan was seated-- well, leaning, really-- against the desk, her arms crossed. Over her breasts. Protectively.

For no reason, really.

"We've only got a class left until exam time, kids--" Which meant two weeks-- three weeks? until graduation, crap, "So today's time for a review and discussion of the past months' work before the grand final practice next week. You'll be getting your ~~handwavey, if necessary~~ sim stats back. Go over stuff, see what you might need to improve on, and you'll get a 30% grade on that material."

She pushed forward-- away from the desk. "Secondly, we've been dealing primarily with my universe, here. I feel it's a good learning exercise, not to mention good for the pushing whole 'working together' issue, if you all would find a partner and discuss warfare in your world. As it is, in contrast to the other person's, and in contrast to the class material."

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Collapsy and discussy!

In as much as it is one. Or pass notes, whatever it is you crazy kids do.

An evaluation - in numbers and red-pencil comments - of your performance. Please to put in what ~~handwavey~~ grade you think you got.

Find a partner! Discuss warfare in your world.

She may have brought it up before, but Kerrigan's looking a little distracted today.

Who is pacing around. And occasionally checking her tanktop. For absolutely no reason at all.

When she pings in!

I'm running out of ways to say 'fwumph'.

Sky Tate

Z Delgado

Sky had done well, just as he expected, and couldn't help but look a little smug.

Okay, VERY smug.

Sky looked around for someone who wasn't a Power Ranger (past, present or future) to talk about warfare with. A subject always close to the forefront of his mind, especially nowadays...

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River Tam

River was here, looking cheerful as usual.

River thought she had done quite well in this class.

Prue Halliwell

Seely Booth

Sokka

Sokka had done well. Amazingly well. OUTSTANDINGLY well. The fact that that wasn't represented in his actual grade was a crying shame.

Bridge Carson

Sokka looked around for a partner. His world's idea of warfare was COMPLETELY different from anything he'd seen on TV.

Triela

Sokka watched her checking herself out and snickered.

Triela had done extremely well at anything involving solo work and/or breaking things. Group work or things requiring less violent tactics had been merely decent.

And got a finger pointed at him for his troubles. "Do not tempt me, Sokka, so help me."

Sokka snickered again, but kept his mouth shut.

They didn't make it to his lips, but the words "Yes, Professor, they're back" were at the forefront of his mind.

"I mean it," Kerrigan snapped, a touch hotly, "Don't even think it."

Jen Scotts

Jen was half-listening, mostly just glad she was back to being normal -- and being glad that Time Force standard issue uniforms were unisex.

She had a small gold Allen wrench in her hands for some reason, and kept fiddling with it.

Jen hadn't done as well as she'd hoped, and in typical Jen fashion was scowling a bit as she mentally berated herself for all the things she could have done better.

Zuko

Zuko didn't care about grades. It didn't matter in the long run anyway. Not that it stopped him from smirking.

No, he didn't think this was the smartest move but... Maybe it was enough that it was a move. "Still need someone to discuss this with?"

Sokka scratched his head. "Well, I think we were supposed to talk to people from different worlds..." Then he stopped himself. "No. Yes. I mean, yes, let's pair up. ...I don't suppose the greatest tactical genius of all time has any suggestions for me?"

"We're not from the same world," Zuko point out as he sat down. "I'm prince to the Fire Nation, don't you think that I have information on this war that you don't? Things that could help you and your friends win?"

"Would you really tell me that?" Sokka asked. "Your army's deployment sizes and locations? New weapons under development? Strategic weaknesses?"

His eyes gleamed. "I don't suppose there are any counter-invasion plans The Butcher drew up which your father pigcowheadedly rejected?"

"I can't guarantee you that it would be the same as in my world," Zuko pointed out, grimacing a little at Sokka's enthusiasm and part of him felt sick talking like this. "Wait, did you try to invade the Fire Nation already?"

"...Did we...?" Sokka looked at him funny. "No, not yet. And according to Aang, we're not going to be able to -- the Earth Kingdom army was sort of the keystone of my plan, and Azula's taken Ba Sing Se." He sighed. "Well, I've got a while to come up with a new plan; time's apparently moving real slow back home."

"It failed," Zuko said simply, crossing his arms.

"I haven't COME UP WITH THE PLAN YET!!!" Sokka insisted. "It CAN'T have failed!"

"It did in my world. It doesn't mean it has to for you, but..." he hesitated. "I can help, but... I don't want to destroy the Fire Nation. It's my home and I'm supposed to protect people, but right now my father is hurting them more than anyone else."

Peter Pevensie.

"Sorry to burst your bubble," Sokka told him, "but it's not the Fire Nation that's hurting, here." He facepalmed. "We're not going to hurt civilians. We're not..." Sokka sighed and gave Zuko a pleading look. "All we want is to end the war, with as few deaths as possible. Yeah, we're going to have to kill people to do it, but maybe after that, all the fighting and killing will be done."

Zuko made a face. "I know what war is. I know what it costs. It's why I want to help Aang, but I'm not helping so that they can make it part of the Earth Kingdom and tear it apart. We need to restore balance to the world."

"Well, we're not going to restore balance to the world," Sokka pointed out, with a sad sort of smirk. "Not unless we get Aang a harem and tell him to have at it until he chafes. But we can make a start."

He blinked at Zuko, suddenly seeing one of the most important bits from the opposite point of view. "You, uh... You realize that, uh... Um. Your father and your sister..." He grimaced.

Your father and your sister are going to have to be killed. By us.

Zuko had just been staring at Sokka, but his expression quickly changed and he glanced over Sokka's shoulder. "Fighting the Firelord is the Avatar's destiny," he said simply as if that said enough and really to Zuko, it did.

"Yeah," Sokka said, twisting around to try to figure out what Zuko was looking at. "I guess it is." But he was thinking deeply, and when he turned back to Zuko his eyes were cold.

If I can manage it, I'M going to deliver the final blow. So he doesn't have to.

Bridge doesn't really do 'smug', but he can't stop the dorky little pleased grin from appearing as he flips through his evaluation. He'd done pretty well, all in all.

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