fandomhigh | Ethics [Thursday, October 22, 1st period]

"Welcome to your midterm," Anakin said, pacing across the flight deck of a ship (Force, but he loved the Danger Room). 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. 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 defeat the Sith Lord if he gets in the way of your mission, get to the docking bay, steal a different ship and get the hell off of this one as quickly as possible."

He smiled humorlessly. "Because this one is going to crash into the surface of Coruscant in roughly thirty minutes. So don't be too surprised at sudden gravitational shifts."

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 rattled off the partners:

Angela Martin/Karla
Bobby Drake/Emma Frost
Elena/Morgana
Elle Bishop/Parker
Ellie Bartowski.Yuffie Kisaragi
Francine Peters/Katin Choovanski
Hayley Fitzpatrick/Liir Thropp
Jonas/Rose Hathaway
Kyle Reese/Princess Azula
Leonard McCoy/Tara Maclay
Maron Kusakabe/Raven

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"And you think Gabrielle looks like me. What, step on your robe? Do I look like Freddie frikkin' Femur?" Whoosh-bzzt-bzzt-whoosh. How could you not be more interested in this thing? Especially if you thought it'd be fun to go after one Darcy Parker with it, but shhhhhhhh. "It's okay, Francie. It's not like this is a packed auditorium."

Yes, Chewie, that helps.

"Haaaaate you." No, she didn't. But she did.... give in and peek down the top of her robe.

"No you don't. You looooooooooooove me. Well?" Katchoo asked, tugging at the collar of her own. "I think you're safe, Francie. Mine feels like it's got more layers than an onion, geez."

"Well, yes. But I'm not gonna agree with you just on principle, because if I do, Fandom will find a way to get me naked."

Oh, Francie. Fandom will always find a way to get you naked.

Because Katchoo needed that mental image reinforced right before running around in stupid robes waving a weapon.

". . . nrrrrg."

Chalk the complete lack of getting that one up to general dimness, since she couldn't pull off 'oblivious to Katchoo having thoughts like that' anymore.

"Oh, they're not that bad." Francine powered up the lightsaber and--- okay, whooshy noises. Yeah. What was the question?

Questions, pfft. "Come on, Francie. This is the one time in my life I'm ever gonna get to do anything like this." THANK GOD. "I wanna go kick some ass."

"Okay, okay." WHOOSH. "Where do we go for asskicking?"

"Sharp pointy --" Er. "Glowy end away from me, Francie."

Katchoo pointed toward a corridor. "I vote that way. Oh, and by the way? NOT THE SIDEKICK."

[OOC: And meanwhile, my brain curled up and whimpered. OW META CONFUSION.]

"Of course you're not!" That was only when they played Bitterwoman.

........Really, seriously, honestly, not dirty. ~~Yet.~~

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