Macro-tactics, Monday

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( On Terrain. )

Introduction to Personal Weaponry [Monday, second period]

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The Danger Shop, perhaps disappointingly, looked like a classroom today. Though the big pile of random-looking crap on the floor was new. Chair legs, a couple of complete stools, hockey sticks, two-by-fours, baseball bats, some lead pipes, and a number of things most people actually considered weapons, all of it moddable.

"Today we're talking about sticks. And, well, all the things that work pretty much the same way." Max grabbed a six-foot staff from the pile seemingly at random.

"A stick does a couple of things for you. It gives you extra weight, it gives you extra reach, and it gives you something that you can hit harder with without breaking bits of yourself in the process." Max swung the stick in a wide arc to demonstrate.

"All of this translates into hitting harder and breaking things better. You can also take a hit on a stick that you'd never be able to take on, say, your arm." This time Max swung the stick into his desk. Sure it wasn't real, but the sound as the top of the desk cracked and the stick snapped in two was plenty impressive.

"Last week I showed you how a roll of coins can become a weapon, enhancing whatever fighting abilities you already have. Sticks are similar because most things can be used to add weight and reach to what you already have." He gestured at the pile.

"You'll have to adjust slightly to each item to get a feel for how you can use it to your advantage, and that's what you'll be doing today. Everyone pick something from the pile, then pair off and figure things out. You can just discuss technique or strategy, or you can take a few swings."

His eyes narrowed. "I'll be watching, so everyone be careful. There may be safeguards in place here, but that's no excuse to get sloppy about things. So don't even think about goofing around."

Library, Monday [9/6]

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Holiday or not, life in Fandom progressed as . . . usual wasn't exactly the word, was it? Well. It progressed in a way that was more or less routine, and part of Monday's routine involved Gabrielle at the library, brewing coffee, shelving books, and scribbling away at the collections desk.

Part of her really liked having a routine again; that accounted for the humming.

Spaceships 101- 1st period- Week #2

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Jaina was standing in front of the flight shed's simulator when the class arrived, a holoprojector set up next to her. When everyone had finally showed, she said, "Welcome back. And your reward for showing up again today is that you're actually going to get into the sim today. Most of you don't have experience with the kind of craft we're dealing with in this class- and before anyone gets offended that they've flown this or that, there may be idiosyncrasies between things from my galaxy and yours, that's all." She knew how pilot egos could be. "And because of that we're starting a little slow, with a passenger transport."

( more talky lecture )