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fandomhigh2008-07-08 01:28 pm
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The Right Tools, Tuesday Period 4
Kerrigan was wearing her long black coat heavy on her shoulders, leaving only minor humps at the back where wings brushed against the fabric. Again, she'd pulled the bony spines on her head back into a parody of a ponytail-- the only thing she couldn't hide was the fact that she was green.
For some reason, that made her head fill up with really irritating music. "Good afternoon, class," she said, looming quietly by the desk. "I'm Sarah Kerrigan. Some of you might've met me before, some of you might not've. This is your own chance to gawp if the idea crawls into your head somehow, so I suggest you use it and then shut it. I can read your minds, so don't bother hiding it, either." Well, most of their minds, anyway. You never knew what the school would throw at you in that department. "Yes," she added, "I know I don't look human. Let's get over it." Okay, she didn't know all of their positions on this, but it was better to get it out of the way.
"I used to be a special ops agent deployed on elite missions," she continued, "So I know what I'm talking about. Don't try questioning it. Over the next six weeks, I'm going to be giving you all an introductory tour of the stuff you might get thrown at you out there, and the weapons best suited to every scrap of it. There's not going to be an exam, so I'm just going to tell you all up front that 'Don't die' is, yes, the most basic rule of not getting your ass kicked, bit, or needled."
She shot Adamaif he was there a Look, just to make sure. "River Tam will be your teaching assistant, so if you want any alternative perspectives, I suggest you go talk to her. That's the administrative stuff. Now we'll be moving on to the normal first-class introduction round. You know how it goes. You," she said, pointing a finger at the nearest student, "Name, age, favorite weapon to use. We'll see how that holds up by the end of this course. Mine's knives."
On some level, it was just good to be back.
[wait for the ocd up! ]
For some reason, that made her head fill up with really irritating music. "Good afternoon, class," she said, looming quietly by the desk. "I'm Sarah Kerrigan. Some of you might've met me before, some of you might not've. This is your own chance to gawp if the idea crawls into your head somehow, so I suggest you use it and then shut it. I can read your minds, so don't bother hiding it, either." Well, most of their minds, anyway. You never knew what the school would throw at you in that department. "Yes," she added, "I know I don't look human. Let's get over it." Okay, she didn't know all of their positions on this, but it was better to get it out of the way.
"I used to be a special ops agent deployed on elite missions," she continued, "So I know what I'm talking about. Don't try questioning it. Over the next six weeks, I'm going to be giving you all an introductory tour of the stuff you might get thrown at you out there, and the weapons best suited to every scrap of it. There's not going to be an exam, so I'm just going to tell you all up front that 'Don't die' is, yes, the most basic rule of not getting your ass kicked, bit, or needled."
She shot Adama
On some level, it was just good to be back.
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