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Rage Against the Machine: Etc, Etc, Etc; Tuesday, Second Period [03/08].
Tuesday, March 8th, 2022 04:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
somethingwithturquoiseOnce more, the danger shop was set up for their little classroom-temple-secret-base set-up, but the tech seemed a little more updated for the purposes of this week's lesson, just because this definitely seemed the sort of setting and discussion that called for one of those holographic projections that people in space always seemed to use when they were discussing plans and strategies and what have you. And Summer was leaning on the desk in between the hologram set-up and the students desk as she waited for everyone to come in and get settled.
"So" she started, "continuing where we left off, we're running out of resources and supplies and there's a good chance the Evil Empire Du Jour knows where we've made camp anyway. Pooling our talents and foraging for resources was a pretty popular idea last week, but, overall, it's kind of untenable. There's only so much out there to find, and there's a good chance you'll be burning through weapons or people in the efforts. So I think Vi really hit on the next best move, and that is to basically get the hell out of Dodge. After all, it's a great big galaxy out there, and this place? Probably abandoned for a good reason. So. What are our options?"
And now it was time to get up and use the fancy sci-fi visual display, which was really just to show off three different planets, each with a little dialogue bubble read-out with name, current distance, and other various technical details.
"Running the analysis," she said, sounded very important about it as if this was actual research and not something she was literally just borrowing from her own life, "based on how much fuel we have, there are only three liveable planets within distances that isn't currently under the thumb of the Empire. The first planet," and here she moved her hands in a fancy way to highlight the planet in question on the display, "is actually very nice, very rick in resources with a lot of forest and mountain cover but the planet's parent star emits a long, loud, continuous sound that sounds like a scream all day....and this planet has a 42-hour day cycle.
"The second planet," she continued, switching to the next, "is almost identical to Earth except for one very significant difference: everything is on a cob. Like, everything. Plants, mountains, animals....all the way down to a molecular level, it's cobs, all the way down.
"And, finally," Summer switched to the last option, "our last planet, like the planet before it, is also very similar to Earth if not for one small difference, and when I say a small difference in this case, I mean it, because the planet literally has a circumfrence of 330 yards. That's it. It is, in all senses of the word, a tiny planet. And possibly a scientific anomaly, if we're being honest, but, then again, the other ones have atomic cobs and screaming suns, so...the universe is weird, y'all.
"But having to be on the move is sometimes necessary when you're trying to stage a giant galactic coup, so sometimes, decisions need to be made, we need a new base, and this ain't it. Now it's just a matter of seeing if the team can agree, on a whole, which one to move to next. Or make a case for some other options. So what do you think? Screaming sun planet, everything-on-a-cob planet, or tiny planet? Not the best options, sure, but sometimes, you gotta work with what you got."
"So" she started, "continuing where we left off, we're running out of resources and supplies and there's a good chance the Evil Empire Du Jour knows where we've made camp anyway. Pooling our talents and foraging for resources was a pretty popular idea last week, but, overall, it's kind of untenable. There's only so much out there to find, and there's a good chance you'll be burning through weapons or people in the efforts. So I think Vi really hit on the next best move, and that is to basically get the hell out of Dodge. After all, it's a great big galaxy out there, and this place? Probably abandoned for a good reason. So. What are our options?"
And now it was time to get up and use the fancy sci-fi visual display, which was really just to show off three different planets, each with a little dialogue bubble read-out with name, current distance, and other various technical details.
"Running the analysis," she said, sounded very important about it as if this was actual research and not something she was literally just borrowing from her own life, "based on how much fuel we have, there are only three liveable planets within distances that isn't currently under the thumb of the Empire. The first planet," and here she moved her hands in a fancy way to highlight the planet in question on the display, "is actually very nice, very rick in resources with a lot of forest and mountain cover but the planet's parent star emits a long, loud, continuous sound that sounds like a scream all day....and this planet has a 42-hour day cycle.
"The second planet," she continued, switching to the next, "is almost identical to Earth except for one very significant difference: everything is on a cob. Like, everything. Plants, mountains, animals....all the way down to a molecular level, it's cobs, all the way down.
"And, finally," Summer switched to the last option, "our last planet, like the planet before it, is also very similar to Earth if not for one small difference, and when I say a small difference in this case, I mean it, because the planet literally has a circumfrence of 330 yards. That's it. It is, in all senses of the word, a tiny planet. And possibly a scientific anomaly, if we're being honest, but, then again, the other ones have atomic cobs and screaming suns, so...the universe is weird, y'all.
"But having to be on the move is sometimes necessary when you're trying to stage a giant galactic coup, so sometimes, decisions need to be made, we need a new base, and this ain't it. Now it's just a matter of seeing if the team can agree, on a whole, which one to move to next. Or make a case for some other options. So what do you think? Screaming sun planet, everything-on-a-cob planet, or tiny planet? Not the best options, sure, but sometimes, you gotta work with what you got."