fandomhigh | Ethics [Tuesday, February 17, 2nd period]

Today the class was meeting in the Danger Room. Not that there was any reason for Anakin to be in the mood to kill most of his student horribly. Really. This was what was on the syllabus.

...fortunately.

"Welcome to your midterm," Anakin said, pacing across the flight deck of a ship. Behind him, thousands of pricks of lights showed that a space battle had been paused for him to talk. "Today, you will get to be Jedi."

His eyes twinkled at Zayne before going flat. "Or try, anyway. Your mission," he said, striding over to a three-dimensional schematic of the ship, "is to rescue the Chancellor of the Republic, who has been kidnapped by a General Grievous, the leader of a Separatist movement. There's also another fearsome warrior aboard, a Lord of the Sith named Count Dooku. He is not to be underestimated. He took my arm off when I was 20."

He shrugged it off.

"Regardless. You will be paired up and rescue the Chancellor. Alive, please. Your mission is to fight past the droids and the Sith Lord, get back on a different ship and the hell off of this one as quickly as possible."

He waved his hand towards the control panel. The students would now find themselves in brown robes and holding unlit lightsaber hilts. They would work like the real things, but only in the Danger Room.

Their reflexes, regrettably, were what they had come in with.

"Try not to die," Anakin said, "and for the love of the Force, don't do stupid things with your lightsabers like try to skewer your classmates or write your name in the floor."

He then read off the pairs:
Zayne & Temari
Leto & Chuck
Marco & Brooke
Dor & Tony
Joan & Helen
K-Mart & Peter
Hurley & Sookie
Triela & Wendy
Gabriel & Ino

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Well excuse her for not liking getting shot at.

Temari was busy wondering how the hell he survived to this age with his complete lack of skills. It just boggled the mind, really. "How far off are we?" She asked, suddenly much closer to him than she had been before.

Zayne jumped. He clearly didn't expect Temari to be right behind him. "It should be just down this hall."

"Guards?" Temari asked, shrugging off the robe and looking past him.

"I don't see any," Zayne said. "They might just be in another hallway waiting for us, though."

Temari grinned once quickly. "We wouldn't want to keep them waiting. How much combat training do you have?"

"A lot of training," Zayne said honestly. "And I've survived a lot of fights." He didn't necessarily win many. But he survived them.

Zayne pulled the lightsaber off his belt because he was pretty sure there was going to be fighting coming up very soon.

Which was really all she was going to ask here. Which might be why she was never going to take a genin team for herself.

"There aren't any other Jedi weapons?" Temari asked, grabbing her own lightsaber.

Oh, look, droids!

"Shoot them!" the leader cried. A chorus of "Roger, roger!" replied to him.

And then a barrage of laser fire greeted the two Jedi. Jedi and ninja. Whatever.

"There's the Force," Zayne said, turning his lightsaber on and using it to try to deflect some laser blasts. He managed to deflect one blast and just lucked into not getting shot by the others. "But that's not really a weapon."

And she was being shot at. Perfect.

Temari didn't even try to deflect the blasts, instead she ignited the lightsaber and charged forward almost too fast to see. "Next time I get to use my fan."

The droids were ~~too dumb to~~ not trained to scatter as an attacker got closer. They kept firing, too.

Since Temari was providing a good distraction - you know, by attacking - Zayne took advantage, held out a hand, and pushed at the droids with the Force. It wouldn't be strong enough to throw them around or anything, but he figured that being jostled into each other might confuse them enough to help.

They really were dumb. But that just made this less annoying, really.

Leaping forward into a crouch, Temari slashed out with the--SIGH--lightsaber to take out the thing's legs before they could catch any balance.

The droids fell in a clatter of parts and annoying "Roger, roger"'s. The door they'd been guarding slid open.

"Well, I guess that's it," Zayne said. "Let's head in there."

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