§ 045.
[scathach is in the middle of danger room training; but unless you know what the danger room is, it just looks like she’s in a tropical jungle. ferns and huge trees everywhere. the comm is clipped to her belt, so it’s shooting from about waist-height. after a few moments, scatty comes to the “edge” of the jungle and enters a huge field. she freezes, even though there doesn’t seem to be anything threatening in the immediate vicinity. she speaks quietly, but obviously to the comm:]
Pay attention.
[and then she snaps her body to the left and hello mister sabre tooth tiger how are you today. with a snarl, the beast pounces at her; she dodges, bringing her leg up before slamming it down on the creature’s back. five more huge cats come out of nowhere, and you can just use your imagination to visualize the various ways in which she kicks these cats’ asses. non-fatally! because joan would be so disappointed if she knew scatty had killed an innocent animal, even a virtual one.
anyway, once all the cats are down, a mechanized female voice pipes up:]
Training sequence successfully completed.
[scatty brushes her hands off on her jeans and unlatches the comm from her belt. she holds it up to her face, grinning. there isn’t a scratch on her.]
You never know when you’ll have to fight a pack of ancient beasts. You’d all best remember that.
[and she saunters towards the danger room’s exit, cutting the feed as she goes.]
Pay attention.
[and then she snaps her body to the left and hello mister sabre tooth tiger how are you today. with a snarl, the beast pounces at her; she dodges, bringing her leg up before slamming it down on the creature’s back. five more huge cats come out of nowhere, and you can just use your imagination to visualize the various ways in which she kicks these cats’ asses. non-fatally! because joan would be so disappointed if she knew scatty had killed an innocent animal, even a virtual one.
anyway, once all the cats are down, a mechanized female voice pipes up:]
Training sequence successfully completed.
[scatty brushes her hands off on her jeans and unlatches the comm from her belt. she holds it up to her face, grinning. there isn’t a scratch on her.]
You never know when you’ll have to fight a pack of ancient beasts. You’d all best remember that.
[and she saunters towards the danger room’s exit, cutting the feed as she goes.]