Diplomacy, Tuesday, October 28, 2025 [2nd period]
Tuesday, October 28th, 2025 09:21 amAnakin and Ahsoka were back at the front of the class. Anakin was frowning and wiping sand from his cloak. "How did this get dirty?" he demanded. "It didn't even go to the Maldives!"
Stupid sand.
"That's probably why, it got jealous." Somehow, despite sharing with Anakin the entire vacation, Ahsoka had managed to completely avoid getting sand in her robes.
It was so horrifically unfair! "It's everywhere!" Anakin said, brushing at the cloak vigorously.
"Sand does do that," Ahsoka could probably have sounded more sympathetic. Probably.
Anakin continued grumbling to himself before finally acknowledging the class. "Hello," he said grudgingly. "Today we're going to talk about gaining command of a room."
Bitching about sand was probably not the conventional approach to this.
Not unless you intended on pulling an amazing reversal out of your sand clogged hat. "Sometimes, giving other the impression you know what you're doing is more important that feeling like you're actually in control." Like, for example, if you were a fourteen-year-old trainee monk who'd just been given military authority fairly arbitrarily.
Giving teenagers unnecessarily huge amounts of power was very normal in a galaxy where a planet elected a teenaged queen!
Anakin nodded. "So you have two minutes, then you get to come up to the front of the class and give a speech about why everyone in the room shouldn't execute you immediately."
That escalated quickly, Anakin.
Ahsoka didn't even look surprised. That was probably a bad sign. "Remember to think laterally."
Stupid sand.
"That's probably why, it got jealous." Somehow, despite sharing with Anakin the entire vacation, Ahsoka had managed to completely avoid getting sand in her robes.
It was so horrifically unfair! "It's everywhere!" Anakin said, brushing at the cloak vigorously.
"Sand does do that," Ahsoka could probably have sounded more sympathetic. Probably.
Anakin continued grumbling to himself before finally acknowledging the class. "Hello," he said grudgingly. "Today we're going to talk about gaining command of a room."
Bitching about sand was probably not the conventional approach to this.
Not unless you intended on pulling an amazing reversal out of your sand clogged hat. "Sometimes, giving other the impression you know what you're doing is more important that feeling like you're actually in control." Like, for example, if you were a fourteen-year-old trainee monk who'd just been given military authority fairly arbitrarily.
Giving teenagers unnecessarily huge amounts of power was very normal in a galaxy where a planet elected a teenaged queen!
Anakin nodded. "So you have two minutes, then you get to come up to the front of the class and give a speech about why everyone in the room shouldn't execute you immediately."
That escalated quickly, Anakin.
Ahsoka didn't even look surprised. That was probably a bad sign. "Remember to think laterally."