fandomhigh | Ethics [Tuesday, February 16]

For the last few semesters, Anakin had called on his experiences in the Clone Wars for the midterm subject matter. With Leia in the class, that would just leave him open to a lot of questions he wasn't ready to answer.

So he went further back into his history and completely reprogrammed the Danger Shop's look for this test.

"When I was thirteen years old," he began, "and had built my first lightsaber, my master and I were sent on an assignment to protect a diplomatic vessel from attack from a T'surr slaver named Krayn." As he gestured, the giant blue alien appeared in the center of the room, which had now shifted to resembled the non-too-clean interior of the slaver's transport vessel. "Our mission was simple: to disable Krayn's ship and return to our own."

He held up a hand: "However. Krayn was a slaver, and had been for almost a decade. He had ruined countless lives, had raided slaves from a multitude of systems--" including Tatooine, but Anakin wouldn't be mentioning that, "--and his slaves were used to process spice: itself an illegal, dangerous narcotic in our galaxy, which had made him very, very rich, not to mention extremely powerful. Your choice in the assignment today is simple: follow your master and disable the weapons systems of this ship and escape, or break off on your own and try to track down Krayn and free the slaves on this vessel."

With a gesture from Anakin, lightsaber hilts appeared in the air above each student. "Remember what you have learned about the dangers of anger and pride. Choose wisely. May the Force be with you. You may pair up with a fellow student if you'd like."

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And that slaver went down like the ton of bricks he rather closely resembled. His partner pulled out a blaster and began shooting.

Bruce flipped his lightsaber on - green, huh? - and dove under the blasts, rolling forward. As he rose to his feet, he slashed at the blaster.

And the blaster fell into two sizzling pieces and another dozen guards came racing through the corridors toward them. "Lock him in the cells with the other slaves," a voice barked.

Like it would be that easy or something...

Bruce grabbed the guard he had just attacked by the arm and attempted to throw him at the new guys.

And because some rules have to be obeyed, five of the guards fell like dominoes.

The other seven started shooting.

Bruce was admittedly in some trouble now. He did have one small advantage, though: the guards were practically stacked on top of each other at the corridor and he had a weapon he could throw that would take up a large section of the entrance to the room.

Bruce took a couple steps to the side to dodge the incoming blaster shots before throwing his lightsaber at the guards' knee level, getting a nice spin on it. As the lightsaber flew, he started to charge after it.

And the guards, mostly not hired for their brains, ended up in nasty pieces, except for the last one, a skinny, angry woman who reached out with the Force and yanked the lightsaber to her hand. "Oh, I don't think so," she said.

Somewhere by the control panel, Anakin was rolling his eyes again at the implausibility of a rogue Jedi being aboard.

When he saw the female guard grab the lightsaber, Bruce realized he probably needed some kind of weapon. He slid forward, grabbing a couple pistols that the newly maimed guards had dropped... and one in each hand by the barrel.

He didn't like guns. He wasn't about to use one the regular way. "We don't have to do this. You can let me take your prisoners away from here."

"Can't do it," she said, shaking her head. "It'll cost me money."

"How much money?" Bruce asked. He was pretty sure he had no advantage in this fight. She had his weapon that could apparently cut through anything. She had powers that allowed her to pull it safely out of midair. He had no powers and two short bludgeons. He was a very good fighter, but he had to assume she was at least as good as a fifteen-year-old. "Because if that's your only concern, I think we could come to an arrangement."

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