THE ART OF WAR

Syllabus:
Welcome: Introductions and Sun Tsu
Chapter I. The Calculations
Chapter II. The Challenge
Chapter III. The Plan of Attack
Chapter IV. Positioning
Chapter V. Directing
Chapter VI. Illusion and Reality
SPRING BREAKChapter VII. Engaging The Force ( Read more... )

It was late when Ghanima left her office that afternoon, having needed to make-up time working on her lesson plans. She pulled her throwing blades out of her target and put them back in her desk, returned her glowglobes to neutral, fluffed the pillows and over-stuffed chairs, and then left without even locking the door ( Read more... )

She had gone out on to her balcony to watch the sun rise, letting the first rays seep into her skin. Now, more than ever, Ghanima missed Dune. Missed the cleansing heat of the sun and sands. This weak sun was not her ideal choice, but it would do. It warmed her, soothed her, and steeled her resolve in what she must do.

( That had been hours ago. Years. Centuries. )

Ghanima had meditated.

She had counseled herself to patience, to trusting in the Golden Path and Leto, and in the bright minds and indomitable wills of Fandom. This too would pass, brought low like all other challengers to this place.

She had been wrong.

Ghanima had listened to the message fifty, perhaps sixty, times since last night, ( Read more... )

Ghanima normally didn't go back to her office after class, but she did not want to return to her suite quite yet. Somewhere out there was her stepmother, which was not a bad thing, but still a bit disconcerting.

So Ghanima sought refuge in her translation work; working parts of the Training Manual into a shortened companion volume for the Azhar ( Read more... )

It was early.  It had to be early, right?  Too early for sun.  Bad sun.

Groaning, Ghanima tried to pull the blanket over her head, only to discover someone had stolen the covers.

And her pillow.

Well, damn.

[OOC:  For the shopping buddies!  Part three of our epic adventure!  No malls or hotels were harmed in the making of this production.  NFB due to ( Read more... )

Ghani got out of the cab, trying to not tug at the unfamiliar clothing she'd handwavily obtained earlier in the week for just this reason.  Somehow, she doubted that her Arakeen clothing would blend in on this Earth.  At all.

"Well, here we are," she said, looking up at the building.  "Where do we want to start?"

[ooc:  For the shoppers, again.  ( Read more... )