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fandomhigh2015-02-12 10:21 am
suitably_heroic) wrote in fandomhigh2015-02-12 10:21 am
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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!"
"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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