Fandom High School

Kerrigan stood perfectly still at the back of the Danger Room. She had bags under her eyes and her wings were pulled defensively close, but her voice was strong, overtaken by an echoing quality that didn't sound quite human. "We were going to discuss rifles today," she said, her left eyebrow twitching slightly, "but even in a simulated environment, I find it safer to keep that lesson as simple as possible."( Cut for TL;DR. )

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"Today, we're going to be a little more practical than we've been so far." Kerrigan had her arms crossed; she was still wearing her coat, although she seemed to have given up her constant battle with the boney spines that made up her hair. "The name of this class is 'The Right Tools', and unlike what you all might think, that doesn't necessarily mean anything that can stab, rend and maim. Passive means can make as much of a difference in the right situation as a knife or a rifle."

She might've shot a look at a few students on the word rifle. "Sometimes, you're going to need the ability to hide. I'm not talking in the sense of what some of you might've learned from Professor Aly; we're talking strictly short-time offensive stealth maneuvering. The essentials are simple: keep cover, make sure nobody's looking your way, distract them if they might run a danger of doing so, and keep an eye out for non-human detection tech. If you're dealing with a camera system, figure out the angle of those cameras. No security system has yet been invented that covers every corner. There's always a blind spot, just like with people."

With a touch of a button, the Danger Shop shifted into a maze of corridors and hallways. "But that's just what you keep in the back of your head. Nothing's going to teach you more than the reality of it. Which means that today, we're going to be playing Hide and Seek." A pause. "In a fashion. This," she tapped a red square on the wall, "is your free point. You hit this, you win. However, if the seeker finds, tags and bags you? You're out. Pairs of two, please. Trade places when one of you wins, then tell me what you learned at the end of the class.

"Now, what are you waiting for? That'll be all."

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Kerrigan was wearing her long black coat heavy on her shoulders, leaving only minor humps at the back where wings brushed against the fabric. Again, she'd pulled the bony spines on her head back into a parody of a ponytail-- the only thing she couldn't hide was the fact that she was green.

For some reason, that made her head fill up with really irritating music. "Good afternoon, class," she said, looming quietly by the desk. "I'm Sarah Kerrigan. Some of you might've met me before, some of you might not've. This is your own chance to gawp if the idea crawls into your head somehow, so I suggest you use it and then shut it. I can read your minds, so don't bother hiding it, either." Well, most of their minds, anyway. You never knew what the school would throw at you in that department. "Yes," she added, "I know I don't look human. Let's get over it." Okay, she didn't know all of their positions on this, but it was better to get it out of the way.

"I used to be a special ops agent deployed on elite missions," she continued, "So I know what I'm talking about. Don't try questioning it. Over the next six weeks, I'm going to be giving you all an introductory tour of the stuff you might get thrown at you out there, and the weapons best suited to every scrap of it. There's not going to be an exam, so I'm just going to tell you all up front that 'Don't die' is, yes, the most basic rule of not getting your ass kicked, bit, or needled."

She shot Adama if he was there a Look, just to make sure. "River Tam will be your teaching assistant, so if you want any alternative perspectives, I suggest you go talk to her. That's the administrative stuff. Now we'll be moving on to the normal first-class introduction round. You know how it goes. You," she said, pointing a finger at the nearest student, "Name, age, favorite weapon to use. We'll see how that holds up by the end of this course. Mine's knives."

On some level, it was just good to be back.

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