fandomhigh | Unconventional Tactics, Tuesday, Period 2

"Rookies!" Reno was looking pretty darn refreshed today as he walked into the classroom, yes. It was entirely possible that this had something to do with some time well-spent off the island, accomplishing not much of anything in particular, but doing it in good company. "Today, we're gonna talk a little about prevention of the big shit, yo. I know, I know, most of what hits the island is gonna hit it no matter what we do. We ain't gonna be able to stop every spaceship of honkin' aliens that flies into the atmosphere an' blows up the school, zoto."

He shrugged.

"Things like Vice-Principal Hades tryin' to turn the island into an extension of the underworld? How're we supposed to see that comin', right?" Except possibly for the fact that he was Hades and all, really! "But that don't mean that we should use that as an excuse to get stupid if somethin' is on its way that we can prevent, with a bit of thought or attention to detail, zoto. The island's last big zombie invasion could'a been avoided after that attack in the mall if only the teacher watchin' the portal the students came back through had stuck around a few minutes longer an' made damn sure that it went and closed all the way. Every telepath, psychic, and empath on the island spends a night tossin' and turnin' instead of sleepin' because they got a bad feeling? That's somethin' to pay attention to, yo. Fandom's given us warnings from time to time, and we still keep goin' on with our day like there ain't nothin' goin' on until we're in it up to our eyebrows, zoto."

And another shrug. By now, Reno was pacing lazily back and forth in front of the classroom.

"That don't just go for life here on the island, yo. You go home, you see hints of somethin' bigger, and you make a choice to either ignore it or help it along, you gotta live with the consequences. Fortunately, things here on Fandom usually turn out for the best. We ain't had many students die when the big shit hits. But it's happened. Bein' here don't mean some kinda automatic safeguard, just because the risk factor seems smaller at a glance. Dependin' on where you end up after you leave here, that risk factor may or may not get a whole shitload bigger. Danger is Danger, Rookies, no matter where you go."

A sigh, and he pulled a small green sphere from his pocket, and idly started tossing it back and forth from hand to hand. Anyone with any sense for the supernatural might recognize it as a channel for power, magical and ancient. Anyone without any sense for the supernatural would at least be able to tell that it was giving off a faint greenish glow between Reno's fingers. Thundaga Materia. Mostly there just to make certain that he still had people's attentions, yes.

"With the nature of the island bein' what it is, there are going to be things you run into that you won't necessarily recognize. Things that might look harmless that ain't, or things that look like a big friggin' deal that really are harmless. Today, the exercise is gonna be a simple one. Yes, again, zoto. We'll get into the more hands-on crap later on, as the semester progresses. Today, I want you to pair off. I got a list of hypotheticals for you to pick from, just to get you puttin' your brains to work, zoto. Pick one of 'em, and then talk about what you'd do if you were the one who tripped over it. Easy shit. Get to it."

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"Dude, have you talked to her?" Jake was laughing. "She'd pick it apart and then try to enhance it. You run the risk that she'll invade your room to study them if you don't give her one."

He paused. "Not that I'm trying to tell you what to do with your droids."

Ben waved it off with a laugh. "She's welcome to one too. Maybe I should pop a sign on my door."

"Could be a hit," Jake nodded seriously. "Maybe put up posters first so people have time to pitch a tent in front of your door to be the first ones in."

"Ender would love that," Ben said dryly. "But I'll do it. Maybe after the student council elections so my posters don't get lost."

"Are you interested in running?" Jacob asked. "Because that'd be a pretty good slogan: Vote for me and get a free droid."

Ben laughed and shook his head. "No. I leave politics to other members of my family."

"Probably smart," Jake agreed. "I bet making droids a whole lot more fun than sitting on a council."

"Definitely," Ben agreed. "I've seen my father's face after going ten rounds with the Masters."

"He's some sort of politician then?" Jacob asked.

Ben waggled his hand back and forth. "Not exactly. He's the Grand Master of the Jedi."

"So like Tahiri, but even more badass?" Jake asked, mostly because she was the only Jedi he'd fought along side.

"Way more badass," Ben said with a proud grin. "Dad's the best Jedi in the galaxy."

Jacob had absolutely no idea how exactly that translated. "So you're kind of a celebrity's son where you're from?"

Ben nodded a little sheepishly. "Yeah. But not like Paris Hilton!"

It was important to differentiate.

"The holovid guys are way more interested in my cousin's love life than mine, anyway."

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