Late Sunday night, and as she glanced at her watch, Honor knew she should be in bed. There were things to do, not the least of which was prepare for the imminent arrival of the brothers Alexander, a reunion she was both anticipating and dreading. It was, she realized, part of the reason she had been up so late, first to calculate the grades, and ( Read more... )

After watching a message from home on her minicomp, Honor sat back in her chair, puzzled expression across her features. Willie and Hamish were on their way? And why had her mother sounded so vaguely ominous? She felt more than a little uneasy about the whole thing -- especially since she'd just provided her support for a few issues coming up for a ( Read more... )

Honor is standing at the front of the room as always, though today she isn't wearing her uniform. Today, she's relaxed in cargo pants, a tee shirt, and a jacket, her long hair pulled back in a ponytail. A cup from The Perk is resting just to her right, the graded exams and sign in sheet to her left, and Nimitz is sprawled across the desk behind ( Read more... )

Because she had been forced to keep weight off her leg for extended periods of time, Honor got a lot further grading exams than she thought she would. In fact, by the time office hours were over, she had them done, and the grades recorded. She posted them outside the classroom, listed handwavily by student number. At the bottom of the page, she ( Read more... )

Admiral Harrington is standing at the front of the room, arms folded across her chest, most of her weight resting on the table behind her. Anyone paying exceptionally close attention might notice she is favoring her left leg just a bit, a result of allowing the training bot to slip past her guard. Nimitz is on the table, guarding a plate of cookies ( Read more... )

Any students arriving at the tactics classroom should find the following message on the door:

4/17: Tactics of War is being hosted at Admiral Harrington's residence, 28 Sphinx Street, between 6 PM and 8 PM. Please direct any questions or concerns to me.

See each of you this evening,
Admiral Harrington

Honor had never expected to host company in her office. Her hostess duties, however, left her little choice but to invite Admiral Alexander to accompany her. It was just before six when she unlocked the door and switched on the lights as both she and Hamish entered the room. She was thankful she had taken the time the previous week to hang a few ( Read more... )

Admiral Harrington stood at the front of the room, arms crossed as she watched students file in. On the board behind her was the following text ( Read more... )

Honor arrived at the office, shedding the rainjacket and hanging it onto a wallhook. She then placed her hot chocolate onto her desk and produced a stack of graded papers. That done, she settled in with her reader and a notebook. There were still a few things she needed to reference for her lecture on Monday.

[Mun is AFK until later this evening. ( Read more... )

Honor stood at the front of the classroom, once again leant against the larger desk at the front of the room. Her arms were crossed across her chest, and Nimitz was perched in his usual position over her shoulder. Both watched the students file in with a twinkle in their eyes as they watched the students file in. After a few moments, Honor glanced ( Read more... )