fandomhigh | Self Defense, Thursday

Never fear, class! Meeting you in the gym this week was Atton again, looking every bit like nothing at all had happened last week. (He wasn't exactly all the way back up to snuff, but he'd made sure they weren't going to do anything in class today that'd give him away. Bad enough Sparkle knew about any of it.) There were tables and gym equipment arranged all over the gym, flipped over and sometimes stacked on top of each other to form a sort of maze.

"I was going to mix it up with some target practice in the Danger Shop today," he said. "But then the power went out. I'm told there's a generator, or something, but I don't really want to try my luck. We don't really need it anyway."

He nodded at the table in front of him. "These are practice blasters," he said. "If you hit someone else with them, it won't do anything. It's just light." Beat. "But don't do that anyway. Your job today is not to shoot each other, but to shoot some moving targets."

He dumped a bag on the table, pushed it open, and hit an unseen switch. A whole lot of little round things suddenly took to the air, floating around in a little cluster. "These are remotes," he said. "They can shoot back, but since this is a beginner class, I've programmed them not to. If they do, it's because they broke. Which happens sometimes. If it breaks, call me and I'll be happy to come over and grind it into a paste. Stupid droids."

The only reason he was even relying on them was because Bao-Dur had given him a crash course on remotes way back when that left him sort of confident they wouldn't break in, like, the next hour.

"Anyway, as soon as I hit the right button, these remotes are going to spread out all over this gym. Your job is to go out and hit as many of them as you can with these blasters. You hit one, it gets recorded here--" he tapped a datapad in front of him, "--as a point. You hit one of your fellow students, hey, two points get docked. Don't hit your fellow students."

There.

"Now go. Shoot things. It's therapeutic!"

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Like the power just went out and now you get to shoot things in a darkened gym.

Garik Loran

Travis Coates

Alana

Minako Aino

Four

Vider Bearskin

Sparkle

Wait, the remotes can break?

Edited 2015-02-12 09:23 (UTC)

With one hit of the button, the remotes spread across the gym. Some of them moved faster, some of them moved slower, but all of them would keep moving across the room. Some of them were smarter than others: they would hide behind the various bits of gym equipment Atton had set up as obstacles slash sort-of-a-maze.

When hit, they light up briefly.

Face certainly wasn't visualising the remotes as freaky evil droids as he aimed at them, of course not.

It was dark and cold and Alana had a droid baby strapped to her chest in a kind of improvised sling.

Her aim was not at its best, but she still managed to take down a few slower-moving remotes.

Dauntless insisted on training their trainees in the dark, so Four was pretty good at hitting the remotes that weren't set for faster-than-human reflexes.

When the time is up, you can come check out your score on Atton's datapad. How did you do?

Face's score wasn't Jedi good, but still entirely respectable. Hand-eye coordination, he had it.

He's sitting in the corner of the room, drinking water and trying to figure out how much of a pain in the ass getting back to his apartment is going to be.

La la la.

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