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Kerrigan was all stalking, abrupt motions today - an irritability born of a fruitless week spent chasing a protoss Dark Templar around some ruins on Ulaan. Not that those were particularly obvious details.

She did not look like she was interested in long lectures today.

"Whoever has the biggest guns tends to win the war," she said, tersely. "New tech is always going to give you an advantage. It's also going to eat through your finances like a bad mold. You have to think about what you go for: maneuverability? Sheer firepower? Air superiority? You can't bank on everything, or you're going to be broke."

She motioned for her TAs to distribute some schematics to the class.

"Here's some examples of innovation from my time and world," she said. "Now here's a thought experiment. If you're fighting a war on your own homefront, what would you go for? What would work best for the terrain? Heavy tanks might look like a cool idea, but get them stuck in the mountains and they're sitting ducks. Take these schematics as an example, and sort out in which direction you'd want to develop your tech. Do you go for mobility, or firepower? Quicker deployment, or armored caravans? Speed or strength? Long-distance or short? Everyone's only got so much cash to throw at something."

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"Nothing close to these," he said, motioning towards the notes. "We have siege weapons made of wood and steel. There are no guns, merely swords and bows."

"There has not been true peace for a long time. Our enemy is stirring and his servants are testing our borders. My father is certain that war will come again under his rule. I do not think he is wrong."

"I almost envy you," Leia said, taking that in. "The ability to completely lay waste to an entire world without seeing or hearing the people that you're killing...that terrifies me. It makes war easy and clean, which it should never be."

"The scale is different," Faramir said, "but the enemy is not. If Gondor falls, all Men shall follow and all good will be destroyed."

He took a breath, "but I understand what you say. It is one thing to fight an enemy and look in his eyes before death than it is to decide their faith without ever having to see their face."

"Forgive me, I didn't mean for it to sound like your struggle was any less important than mine," Leia said. "No matter what kind of different worlds we live in, evil is always there."

"Sadly enough that seems to be the case," he agreed and he shook his head, giving her a reassuring smile. "There is nothing to be forgiven. It is hard for me to even imagine a weapon such as you describe."

"It is for me, too," Leia said. "I'm used to powerful weapons, but one that can destroy a whole planet?" She shook her head. "But it shouldn't surprise me that the Emperor would create such a thing."

"It is a heartless soul that would conceive such a thing," Faramir said. "Yet, does he not lose himself to use such a weapon?"

"I don't think there's anything of him to lose," Leia murmured. "I met him once. He was radiating evil, like he was pitch black inside. Empty of everything but darkness."

A shiver ran past his spine. "Then I pray that our enemies never have a chance to ally themselves. I hope that your plan succeeds and if you need it, my sword is yours."

"Thank you," Leia said with a soft smile. "And if I can help your world in any way...." Her expression grew more thoughtful. "You might like the kind of sword my father has. It's energy instead of steel. But it would probably be hard to explain in your world."

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