Friday, June 8th, 2007

Lunch - Friday 6/8

Friday, June 8th, 2007 05:05 am
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Yey! It's Freedey! Zee veekend is here-a und it is beooteeffool. Yuoo better be-a es ixceeted es I em.

Tudey's Menoo:

-Cheeckee Ceeser Seled

-Fegeteble-a Suoop

-Cuukeees
sith_happened: (Anakin: going temple smiting omg)
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Anakin was leaning against the reconfigured flight simulator when the flight students arrived, absolutely no trace of an smile--or any emotion at all, really--on his face.

"The first battle in my home galaxy in a conflict that eventually became known as the Clone Wars," he said, walking over to the television from his room and pushing a few buttons. A three-dimension projection of a world rotated in front of them, "took place on a world called Naboo." He was very proud of the way his voice didn't shake. "Today we're going to complete an entire military mission. Naboo was being slowly starved to death by a blockade set up by the Trade Federation's control ships and its army of droids." His expression hardened. "Though we didn't know it at the time, the Senator of this planet was using his home as bait to set himself up as Chancellor and gain power over the Republic. We won the battle, but lost the war."

Anakin gestured to the projection. "Working in pairs, your job will be to take off from the planet's surface, fight past the enemy's droid fighters and destroy the control ship." On the projection, the target glowed red. "The only way to destroy the ship is to blow it from the inside--its shields are too powerful for the starfighter's torpedoes to take out from space." He put his hands behind his back and paced. "You're up against a deadline as well. On the surface there's a battle taking place: your people--including the fourteen-year-old queen of the planet--against a droid army that doesn't get tired." He turned away before a profile shot of the leader in question came up on the projector. "Taking out the control ship also powers down those droids. Take too long to blow it up and you won't have a reason to go back to the planet: the enemy will have won through battle what they had been trying to achieve through blockade."

He pointed at the simulator. "You'll be flying the Naboo N-1 Starfighter," he said. "They're a little more sensitive than the F-16 from last week, and more elegant than the X-Wing, but without the engine power. And remember that once you break atmosphere, you won't be fighting gravity any longer so you don't have to yank on the controls quite as hard. The droid starfighters are faster than you are--and there are a lot of them--but they're also fairly stupid. Watch for them and the laser cannons on the control ship--and watch for each other--and you'll do fine.

"This battle was real. This exercise can be accomplished. I will not accept failure from any of you on this." He tossed two deeply silly-looking helmets into the flight simulator. "These helmets are equipped with comm units that will allow you to talk to each other."

He waved them towards the simulator. "Begin."

All That I Am - Rob Thomas
needsaparrot: (construction)
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Thanks to Xander having caught the radio Wednesday night, even if he didn't happen to be looking when it actually occurred, there's now a sign next to the bricklaying supplies:

Construction Site: Not For Mysterious Smacking. Or the other kind. This includes vistors not that we're looking at anybody in particular.

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[OOC: Open!]
[identity profile] visor-laforge.livejournal.com
"Good morning," Geordi said, "today we're going to be covering Machines,"

There were also the following hand outs available.

"For today's class I would like you to design a machine and I don't mind which type you decide to make,"

[ooc: wait for the OCD is up!]

Library [06/08]

Friday, June 8th, 2007 11:03 pm
[identity profile] no-toast-thanks.livejournal.com
Thursday was returning from the stacks when she saw a rather portly musketeer lounging at the service desk, flipping through a book. "Aha," Porthos said, sitting up.

"You again," Thursday frowned. "Out."

"Dear lady, I am in need of good wine, good food and good company, if you catch my drift. I heard there was an event."

"The Cat has a big mouth."

"The widest I have ever seen, yes. So if you could direct me to the nearest establishment?" Porthos looked hopeful.

Less than a minute later, Porthos disappeared back to the BookWorld, wisely deciding that it wasn't worth his time to cross paths with Jurisfiction again in the near future.

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