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Macro-Tactics, Monday, Period One
Class was held in the Danger Shop -- not because Kerrigan was intending to render any large landscapes this time, but because it made it infinitely easier for her to project a few smaller things, maps, simulations, that kind of thing. As it stood, the room was large, metallic, in possession of a few screens, chairs, and a massive round table in the center of the room that, for the moment, was still a dullish black.
"I'm Lieutenant Sarah Kerrigan," she announced, the rank she hadn't held in years rolling easily off her tongue. "Welcome to Macro-tactics. Some of you have taken classes by me before; to you, I'm saying you're in luck. We're going to be a little less hands-on for this one."
She tilted her head, eyes flicking over each and every one of the students present. Memorizing, perhaps. (Really, she was listening) "Macro-tactics. The art of war from a top-down perspective, if you will. Remember that when you engage in a war, if you're at the head, you're the one putting lives on the line, and people are going to die for you. If you can't deal with that, get the hell out of the War Room."
There. That might give their ethically-inclined brains a little shock to the system.
"What we're going to be talking about is resources. Troop placement. Extensive maneuvers. You have to be able to manage every detail of a strategy from the top without getting involved yourself. Most wars aren't about whose strategies are the most perfect, but about who makes the least mistakes, so here's lesson number one: don't make them." Her lips widened into a smile. "So learn to do the impossible, kids. It's always interesting."
She leaned back. "I'm your very first teacher of the semester," she said, "Which means none of you should be sick of introductions yet. Name, I don't care about your class, and give me one battle, personal, historical or fictional, that interests you. And why. Nobody cares if you can drop a name. Oh, and do tell me if you think you'd be capable of sending men into battle."
Then her eyes flicked to one last section of the room. "Frost," she said, "See me after class."
"I'm Lieutenant Sarah Kerrigan," she announced, the rank she hadn't held in years rolling easily off her tongue. "Welcome to Macro-tactics. Some of you have taken classes by me before; to you, I'm saying you're in luck. We're going to be a little less hands-on for this one."
She tilted her head, eyes flicking over each and every one of the students present. Memorizing, perhaps. (Really, she was listening) "Macro-tactics. The art of war from a top-down perspective, if you will. Remember that when you engage in a war, if you're at the head, you're the one putting lives on the line, and people are going to die for you. If you can't deal with that, get the hell out of the War Room."
There. That might give their ethically-inclined brains a little shock to the system.
"What we're going to be talking about is resources. Troop placement. Extensive maneuvers. You have to be able to manage every detail of a strategy from the top without getting involved yourself. Most wars aren't about whose strategies are the most perfect, but about who makes the least mistakes, so here's lesson number one: don't make them." Her lips widened into a smile. "So learn to do the impossible, kids. It's always interesting."
She leaned back. "I'm your very first teacher of the semester," she said, "Which means none of you should be sick of introductions yet. Name, I don't care about your class, and give me one battle, personal, historical or fictional, that interests you. And why. Nobody cares if you can drop a name. Oh, and do tell me if you think you'd be capable of sending men into battle."
Then her eyes flicked to one last section of the room. "Frost," she said, "See me after class."

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As for personal battles? They were personal.
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Every time he tried to focus on which battle he should discuss (Armengar, fortified city overrun by magic and sheer troop numbers? Highcastle, outnumbered by the remainder of the army what attacked Armengar, defending a tiny mountain fort? The battles with the Black Slayers, beings of evil that would not stop unless consumed by fire or removal of their hearts), he kept thinking about another 'battle' in the joy shop in town.
Without so much as a glance in her direction, he used his ordinary senses to keep sentry on that blonde.
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Almost.
Still, charisma or not, Cloud didn't regret signing up.
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On the outside, Emma was apparently diligently taking notes, but any telepath on the school grounds could probably hear her humming to herself as she shamelessly listened in on everyone else. Not digging, just... paying attention to the internal monologues going on in the school.
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He couldn't ask for a better way to start the semester.
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Not that Kerrigan won't judge the last one for herself.
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She considered Kerrigan's last question for a moment, the ticking countdown until she formed her Court growing louder for a minute. "I don't know how well I'll handle sending people out to die for me. But it's something that will have to be done, which means that it is something that I will do. I'm here so that when I have to, I can do so with the fewest casualties."
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"And...I haven't sent anyone to fight for me yet, but if I had to, I would do it."
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"My name is Cally; my people don't have battles. We're isolationists, and so far, no one from outside has tried to change that." So far. How long would it be, though? The Federation wouldn't ignore them forever, no matter what the current council believed. It took a breath and the realization that not being at home meant she didn't have to be circumspect in her views, for Cally to add, "I don't entirely agree with that policy; there are battles worth fighting, even if they're not our own."
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"The battles I tend to be involved in are very small-scale. Squad-level actions. I once participated in an assault on a mountain chalet where we had an agent on the inside who needed extraction. We used a two-person team to rush the front, drawing the attention of the guards, then sent a two-person team in through the back windows. Took out half of the targets in the opening few seconds. Then it was standard room-by-room clearing."
"As for sending people to their deaths," Triela shrugged casually. "I don't know if I'll ever have the authority, but if I do... they knew what they were getting into."
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"The Battle of Dagorlad shaped much of the faith of my country. It was the last alliance between men and elves, and both suffered high losses to deal the enemy a mighty blow. It is of interest to me as that same enemy has slowly been gaining strength once more and Gondor will be the first to receive his blows."
It was easier to talk of battles long gone by and Faramir took an instant to gather himself before proceeding to the last question. "In war, there is but little choice but to accept that men will die. It is a truth, and I shall have to face it, but that shouldn't mean that their lives should be given needlessly."
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Of course those would be his favorites. One lead to the discovery of his royalty, the other to the discovery of his true love...
"And I like to think that I would be bold and brave in the face of sending men to their deaths in battle, but only if I knew they believed in the cause, and I would be just as likely to meet that fate myself."
And, of course, everything Alexander thought was precisely what he said, though perhaps twisted with far more dread of failure.
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Might be slowish for a bit, as I'm up for intros at school, too.
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