fandomhigh | Tactics 201, Thursday Period Two, 24/04

"Today's the final. The one. The only. The-- well, you get my drift."

In the middle of the Badlands sim, Kerrigan leaned her weight onto one hip. "Three scenarios. And a question: what's the essence of tactics in action? If any of you gives me the Booth-- 'don't die'- you're outta here. I let it pass once, it's not happening again. To a point, there's no right or wrong answers, otherwise... unless you're a complete dumbass who hasn't been paying attention."

And-- yep, she was smirking. "Finally, there's a shot for extra credit. You want an A really damn badly?" Her expression was positively deadly. "You may have heard of a certain pixie. I'm pretty sure she's somehow involved in this whole caffeine scenario, so I figured a little payback is in order. You steal me a few bottles of her alcohol in retaliation before Tuesday, I'll give you your A."

Okay, so maybe, that had been the absolute first exam-related matter she'd come up with. She needed coffee to plan these things. "But just the booze. If I hear of any of you pranking her, you're out of here. That's dangerous behaviour."

Because stealing from a pixie totally wasn't.

There was a long, long pause.

"I'm, uh, joking." She really didn't sound like she was. "Good luck. And goodbye."

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The sim recalibrates, and now... "It's just you, your armor, your rifle, and... the enemy's three SCVs. Take them all out before they reach their command center."

Sokka hid behind a rock, took careful aim at the first SCV's faceplate, and fired.

A bullet pinged off the faceplate, causing tiny little cracks in it. "Hey!" a voice droned from within, and the SCVs quickly changed formation, shifting out of Sokka's gun range.

Fine, then. Sniping sucked, anyway.

Sokka ran at the three SCVs headlong, firing a steady stream of bullets at the nearest one.

Ping ping ping ping ping--

The SCVs tried to make a circling maneuver to stay out of the way, but the nearest one was having no luck-- one bullet struck it straight in one of the motors for the leg of the suit, and it literally limped after the others.

That one was going down, then. Sokka directed all his fire at that one, trying to get it to stop moving.

More sparks flew up into the sky, and now parts of its other leg were falling off. The SCV spluttered and stopped; its brothers turned, suddenly, advancing on Sokka from both sides.

Sokka raised an eyebrow at them. "What are you gonna do, zap me?" He ignored one of them and focused his fire on the other.

At which point the other promptly began zapping him.

As did the first, in fact. Even as the bullets were pinging off its faceplate and other vital... areas.

No one ever said SCVs were smart.

Sokka grinned, checked his suit's integrity to make sure the zapping wasn't hurting him too badly, and kept firing. Those vital... areas looked good to aim at.

With a thorough clunk, it became obvious the SCV wasn't going to go anywhere fast anytime soon.

It didn't stop it from zapping onwards, much like its compatriot. They were fairly sure they could see dents in the armor. Shadows of dents.

Something like that.

Just one more left. This was FUN. Sokka got closer, so he could fire at point-blank range.

Clink-chunk.

That would have been the faceplate.

The SCV's driver was staring just a little dubiously at Sokka's gun through the broken plate.

Sokka smiled, waved, and poked the guy in the nose with the muzzle of his gun. "Boo."

"...Hi?" the man managed.

On the other side, his buddy made a slight actual dent in Sokka's armor.

"Drop your supplies," Sokka ordered, with a wicked grin. "And run away. Run FAR away."

When Sokka was done with him, his buddy was going DOWN.

The SCV dropped its cargo.

And then promptly pissed its metal pants as it limped backwards.

Sokka spun around and leveled his gun at the last SCV. "You wanna start with me?"

The SCV levelled its sparky gun at Sokka's suit's face area and... zapped.

Startled and temporarily blinded, Sokka recoiled in pain.

Of course, he still had his gun leveled at the SCV, who wasn't all that far away. Yelling and screaming, he pulled the trigger and held it down.

The SCV certainly produced a lot of noise as it exploded, falling neatly apart. Kind of like peeling an apple--

--and the sim environment switched suddenly.

Tactics 201, Thursday Period Two, 24/04

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