Ethics [Thursday, October 21, 2nd period]
For the last few semesters, Anakin had called on his experiences in the latter part of the Clone Wars for the midterm subject matter. With Leia on the island, that wasn't exactly a safe area for him to explore right now.
"Today we talk about wrath," he began, pacing through the cramped, dirty quarters of the ship the students found themselves aboard. "Last week, my wife used up the last of my hair gel, so I leveled the apartment and we had to move," he said, then gave them all a little smile. "Not really." He'd just sulked for an hour. Anakin wasn't exactly the most mature person, well, ever.
"When I was thirteen years old," he said, "and had built my first lightsaber, my master and I were sent on an assignment to protect a diplomatic vessel from attack from a T'surr slaver named Krayn." We waved his hand and the giant blue alien appeared in the center of the room. "Our mission was simple: to disable Krayn's ship and return to our own."
He held up a finger: "However. Krayn was a slaver, and had been for almost a decade. He had ruined countless lives, had raided slaves from a multitude of systems--" including Tatooine, but Anakin wouldn't be mentioning that, "--and his slaves were used to process spice: itself an illegal, dangerous narcotic in our galaxy, which had made him very, very rich, not to mention extremely powerful. Your choice in the assignment today is simple: follow your master and disable the weapons systems of this ship and escape, or break off on your own and try to track down Krayn and free the slaves on this vessel."
With a gesture from Anakin, lightsaber hilts appeared in the air above each student. "Remember what you have learned about the dangers of anger and pride. Choose wisely. May the Force be with you. You may pair up with a fellow student if you'd like."
"Today we talk about wrath," he began, pacing through the cramped, dirty quarters of the ship the students found themselves aboard. "Last week, my wife used up the last of my hair gel, so I leveled the apartment and we had to move," he said, then gave them all a little smile. "Not really." He'd just sulked for an hour. Anakin wasn't exactly the most mature person, well, ever.
"When I was thirteen years old," he said, "and had built my first lightsaber, my master and I were sent on an assignment to protect a diplomatic vessel from attack from a T'surr slaver named Krayn." We waved his hand and the giant blue alien appeared in the center of the room. "Our mission was simple: to disable Krayn's ship and return to our own."
He held up a finger: "However. Krayn was a slaver, and had been for almost a decade. He had ruined countless lives, had raided slaves from a multitude of systems--" including Tatooine, but Anakin wouldn't be mentioning that, "--and his slaves were used to process spice: itself an illegal, dangerous narcotic in our galaxy, which had made him very, very rich, not to mention extremely powerful. Your choice in the assignment today is simple: follow your master and disable the weapons systems of this ship and escape, or break off on your own and try to track down Krayn and free the slaves on this vessel."
With a gesture from Anakin, lightsaber hilts appeared in the air above each student. "Remember what you have learned about the dangers of anger and pride. Choose wisely. May the Force be with you. You may pair up with a fellow student if you'd like."