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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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Re: Supply Lines
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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.