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."

[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! ]

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[ mmm, floating slow targets of unit limit-increasing goodness ]

Sokka was the subject of several severely boggling looks before two marines got his drift, rushing to the sides of camp.

It all went pretty smoothly from there; the remaining marines broke out like a star going nova, shifting to fire at the Overlord over their shoulders.

The Mutalisks promptly ganged up on two of them. They didn't last long.

Sokka winced as the two marines went down and pressed on his trigger harder, as if that would somehow shoot more bullets. He waited nervously to see what happened when the floaty thing went down -- he was trusting his instincts, here, and they were only right most of the time.

Bullets, from every side-- more marines fell-- the firing kept up--

And then, suddenly, the Overlord splattered apart, sending a rain of guts down onto the base.

Charming.

Thank goodness the helmets had faceplates.

Sokka wiped his clean and looked around. "Now, the dragon-things!" he ordered. "Concentrate your fire! One at a time!"

The Mutalisks were... ... flitting around without much purpose.

One more shot was fired. It didn't go anywhere.

And then the marines unleashed their weapons on the creatures. Most went down quick.

Sokka jumped around doing a victory dance. "WOOOOO!!! Who da man?? Who da MAN?!?!?!"

At which point one stray Mutalisk fired a shot at Sokka's behind.

These things happened.

... and Sokka was face-down in the dirt. He had a feeling Kerrigan had made that happen on purpose.

Tactics 201, Thursday Period Two, 24/04

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