fandomhigh | Heroing [Tuesday, period 2, class #5]

"HELLO CLASS!" boomed Captain Hammer, as soon as everyone was assembled in the Danger Shop. "I'm sorry you had to bear on without my presence last week. I had a superhero emergency." In that his cave had flooded, because Captain Hammer had not yet realized that basing his Ham-Lair on the beach wasn't the best idea. "Today... we are learning about the wonders of transportation!"

He passed around a few pictures of his various Ham-vehicles, mostly to show off. They were awesome, after all. "Every hero needs a way to get around. You can't run everywhere. What if you were busy entertaining until the last second, and needed to get somewhere extra-fast? These things," he said sagely, "do happen. So, today, we're going to play pretend!"

Hammer pressed a few buttons, and a small assortment of vehicles -- all state of the art -- appeared, each reasonably far apart from the other, with a small portion of vehicle-appropriate landscape before it. "I put you in pairs, and you're going to go play with one of these, and then report back to the class what you thought. I know both villains and heroes who all use these things! Keep that in mind! Tell us why it worked, and why it didn't. Now, shoo."

[~~please wait for EXTENSIVE~~ OCD up. ETA: and yes I am aware I marked all the OCD as February 5th. Hush.]

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"Only 16 years," she replied with a wink. "Maybe I'm just a little slow."

"How old are you now?" he asked, curious.

Adora coughed, "Ahem, just past 16."

"You've done a lot in a relatively short time," he said, blinking. "But no jet pack flying."

"And really, I don't think I'll have lived till I've flown with a jet pack," she said, moving to inspect them.

"Wanna go first?" he asked almost hopefully.

"Promise you'll catch me if I fall?" Adora checked.

"I will try," he promised. "Unless you like shoot through the ceiling."

If she wasn't in the middle of class Adora would've transformed so fast he'd have whiplash. "And how likely do you think that is?"

"I hope not at all but I don't know these things," he explained. "I think you'll be fine."

"I'm going to hold you to that, Hannibal," she said, hefting the pack onto her shoulders and staring at the fastenings. "How do these clips work? I'm starting to understand why we have partners."

"Hold still and I'll do them up," he said, reaching for the straps and securing them tightly.

"Thanks," she said, steeling herself for the task. "So, I just push this button here and I'm off." She'd need to actually push it and not just look at it.

"And you're off," he repeated, nodding. "You'll be fine!"

He hoped he sounded confident.

Adora laughed, "I'm going to crash on your head and then you won't call it fine!"

But she pushed the button and she was flying! Without a horse! It was very awesome if sort of loud.

"It's working!" Hannibal said, looking up and clapping. "You're doing it!"

"I am!" Adora replied, amazed by her progress.

"You're going to love this, Hannibal," she called out and suddenly realized. "How do I get down?"

"Uh." Hannibal looked around. "Is there like a button that says brake?"

"No!" Adora called out, muttering to herself, "Oh, what would She-Ra do?"

It was at that moment that the solution came to her. "If pressing this button means up, than letting it go must be down!" And it did, allowing her to lower to the floor.