Flight and Flying, Thursday 6/12, Period 5

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"Insurmountable odds," Murdock spoke seriously as he paced around the Danger Shop. "That's what we'll be covering today. According to some records, depending upon which Earth history you go by, there was a large-scale invasion by an alien race. Their goal was to strip the planet of all resources. After they slaughtered all the inhabitants, of course."

"The only thing available to fight back with was much less superior technologically to the invading race's craft. In this instance, F/A-18 Hornets went up against a mess of alien attack vessels. The Earth fighters had to rely on skill more than their firepower as the alien ships were equipped with high-energy weapons and shields which the Earth weapons could not penetrate."

"However, it was discovered that the alien crafts could be compromised using a computer program. Something called a virus," he shrugged. "Don't know much about them myself, but apparently it did the trick, making the alien craft vulnerable to the fighters' weapons."

"Except for the larger scale invasion craft. Torpedoes had little effect against the thick hull of the destroyers. The only weak spot was the vessel's main weapon, which was only accessible as the craft made ready to fire. One shot," he held up a finger, "was all that was needed to take them out. The trick was surviving long enough for that to happen."

"For today, we're going to re-live that scenario. You'll have to rely on your own skills and those of your squadron mates to take out as many fighters as possible until the larger vessel is destroyed. Good luck!"

(wait for it... OCD tis up!)

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Grab a fighter

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And say your possible last good-byes to your buddies.

Re: Grab a fighter

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Reno plus fighter jet = giddy. Even if there was a giant ship from space blocking out the sky over there.

This was nothing new to him. Not really. Different, but not ridiculously unfamiliar.

And also, he reminded himself very adamantly, not real.

Therefore? Giddy.

"Another day, another giant killer space-thing hangin' in the sky," he mused, looking over the controls to the hornet. "Good stuff, good stuff."

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"You familiar with giant killer space-thingys, Reno?" There was a note of mirth in Murdock's voice, but also a bit of seriousness. As if he wouldn't be surprised to hear that Reno had dealt with them before.

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"Several varieties," Reno mused, and that wasn't a scowl in his own voice. Really. "Nothin' that came equipped with a ship, but some real nasty crap anyhow, yo."

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Figures. Perhaps he should stop asking about stuff he really didn't like finding out. But he was slowly getting used to it. Still not liking it, mind you, just less surprised to hear it. Didn't make it any better though.

"I hear ya, dude. Well. Not really. Never encountered killer space ships myself. Had a few run-ins with other stuff though." Anti-aircraft rounds sprang to mind.

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Now this, Anemone knew. It was what she had been built for.

Those weren't Antibody Coralians, and this was not TheEND, but it was close enough. She hummed happily, singing under her breath to the Hornet as she ran her fingers over the controls. Absolutely beautiful.

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Murdock noticed the humming. "This more your speed, Anemone?"

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"You could say that." Anemone tossed a brilliant smile over her shoulder at Murdock. "It's what we are," she answered, tracing a dial with one hand. "Wrong time and wrong Earth, but this is our purpose, and we're good at it."

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"What you are? I get the purpose, I reckon, but I don't completely follow you." He shrugged, "My Earth is a bit different too. Especially compared to this," he waved absently at the sim program. "Not quite my time either."

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Rikku hopped into her fighter jet and flipped the switches. Woooo! This was gonna rock.

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Whoo, belated birthday girl! "Hey Rikku! How's things going? Anything exciting happen lately?"

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"I got rained out from dinner on the roof," she laughed. "Nice, fancy dinner and BOOM! Lightning and thunder."

She got serious for a second. "Promise me we're not gonna, like. Have to try flying in storms?"

That would be very, very bad. A lot.

Beat the odds!

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Fend off the opponents for as long as you can.

Victory run!

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The destroyer is toast! Whack the rest of those fighters!

The TA

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Tell Reno how whacked you think your prof is.

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Reno was a fan of the battle scenarios. They were usefully similar to anything he'd be using his chopper for back home.

He was also totally up for being thoroughly amused at any accusations people had regarding the sanity level of the prof. There was something wrong with Murdock? Reno hadn't noticed.

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"Hey, Reno!" Murdock called out as class broke up. "You got a minute?"

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"Don't see why not," Reno replied with a shrug and a grin. "I ain't got nowhere to be. What'cha need, boss?"

The Prof

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Tell him how whacked he is directly.

OOC

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No world ending here because we just beat them suckers!