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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."
[wait for the ocd up! ]
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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"Right on!"
The other was slightly more... spirited. He used to drive Vultures.
The three Zerglings who were unburrowing just to their rear had no motivation issues at all.
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It was a very confused Zergling that... suddenly found itself lacking in carapace over the head and went down. Weren't the Terrans supposed to either use guns or die...?
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One of them proceeded to gnaw its way through Sokka's cargo at an alarming speed.
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Even if that zappy thing was incredibly annoying. The Zergling backed off two inches, giving its brother space to start chopping away at Sokka's back.
They had, apparently, all but forgotten about the two SCVs up ahead, although a vague noise-- like scrambling against the soil-- was starting to build through the area.
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And then growled.
Two Zerglings leapt after Sokka like things possessed. The noise grew louder.
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Give 'em a few.
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He zapped at the Zergling as best as he could, trying to get away from it.
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What? The Zergling was busy being bored. And trying to pierce its claws into the armor on Sokka's shoulder.
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Hopefully, the other SCVs would make it to the base, and the simulation would end, before the Zergling drew blood. Hopefully.
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The Zergling on Sokka's back? It was a little busy getting waved around in the air like a deranged... ... thing.
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Still flailing, Sokka slapped on his comm unit. "MAYDAY! MAYDAY!!! We have ZERGS on the supply lines! Zergs on the supply lines! Require immediate assiss--sisstance!!!"
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Which was roughly the same response Sokka's comm gave. Except for the exploding part.