Alternative Tactics, Wednesday Period 1, 21/11
"My finals are cursed."
Ladies and gentlemen, Kerrigan's opening statement. Paraphrased. The original was a little more on the profane side.
"I'll just... evaluate last module based on class assignments," she noted, and if anyone thought that was unfair, they'd... probably do best not to think it too loudly. "Anyway, that all being done, we move to our third and final module today, which is battlefield maneuvers. We move beyond equipment into actual movements-- no amount of hiding behind a set of armor can help you if you're going to act like an idiot." She wrote the words down on the whiteboard that had been set up in the danger room. "Today, we're going to be dealing with evasion - your top priority when you're dealing with lopsided odds. And no, 'if I can't see them, they can't see me' doesn't work on a battlefield, unless you're particularly intent on getting your head shot in."
She was always so refreshingly optimistic about their chances.
"Of course, stealth suits are going to come in handy in these kind of situations, but obviously not everyone is either going to have or use the tech. Your objective for today is to figure out a way to evade three complements of marines here," squiggle, "here," squiggle, "And here, based on the challenges and the opportunities of a jungle environment. This, of course, is a little easier than when you're dealing with a full-out desert or something of the kind, but I'm starting you kids off easy for the module."
She turned back to the room, which had, in the process of speaking, warped into a jungle world. The desks, in some explosion of a sense of humor, had turned into logs. There may have been a monkey flitting about.
"On the other hand, this means your enemy can easily obscure or outmaneuver you as well. Marines are short-to-medium range fighters: use this to your advantage. Stay at a distance and avoid their fire - fire your shots only when it is necessary, or an enemy has ventured far enough out of formation that he is easily picked off. The plan is to avoid notice so you can reach," squiggle, "This objective. If you find yourself targetted, use your partner and create a distraction, then reconvene. Play to each other's strengths."
There may have followed another ten-minute technical lecture on troop movements and using the environment to your advantage when it wasn't covered in trees, but most of it was probably steeped in babble.
"This is the very basis of micro tactics," she finished, as the heavily oversketched whiteboard vanished into the background, "So you can laugh and call it 'easy' if you'd like, but if you can't manage this, anything else is essentially beyond you and I suggest a desk job."
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Ladies and gentlemen, Kerrigan's opening statement. Paraphrased. The original was a little more on the profane side.
"I'll just... evaluate last module based on class assignments," she noted, and if anyone thought that was unfair, they'd... probably do best not to think it too loudly. "Anyway, that all being done, we move to our third and final module today, which is battlefield maneuvers. We move beyond equipment into actual movements-- no amount of hiding behind a set of armor can help you if you're going to act like an idiot." She wrote the words down on the whiteboard that had been set up in the danger room. "Today, we're going to be dealing with evasion - your top priority when you're dealing with lopsided odds. And no, 'if I can't see them, they can't see me' doesn't work on a battlefield, unless you're particularly intent on getting your head shot in."
She was always so refreshingly optimistic about their chances.
"Of course, stealth suits are going to come in handy in these kind of situations, but obviously not everyone is either going to have or use the tech. Your objective for today is to figure out a way to evade three complements of marines here," squiggle, "here," squiggle, "And here, based on the challenges and the opportunities of a jungle environment. This, of course, is a little easier than when you're dealing with a full-out desert or something of the kind, but I'm starting you kids off easy for the module."
She turned back to the room, which had, in the process of speaking, warped into a jungle world. The desks, in some explosion of a sense of humor, had turned into logs. There may have been a monkey flitting about.
"On the other hand, this means your enemy can easily obscure or outmaneuver you as well. Marines are short-to-medium range fighters: use this to your advantage. Stay at a distance and avoid their fire - fire your shots only when it is necessary, or an enemy has ventured far enough out of formation that he is easily picked off. The plan is to avoid notice so you can reach," squiggle, "This objective. If you find yourself targetted, use your partner and create a distraction, then reconvene. Play to each other's strengths."
There may have followed another ten-minute technical lecture on troop movements and using the environment to your advantage when it wasn't covered in trees, but most of it was probably steeped in babble.
"This is the very basis of micro tactics," she finished, as the heavily oversketched whiteboard vanished into the background, "So you can laugh and call it 'easy' if you'd like, but if you can't manage this, anything else is essentially beyond you and I suggest a desk job."
[ wait for the ocd up! ]