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==Battletech 90210 - Chapter 19 -==
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===Episode 19===
Focht: Well campers....I want to thank you for coming today. I would like to let you know that in accordance with the cultural exchange with Clan High we have a few teachers from there teaching this semester. Would the teachers wish to introduce themselves...…
Natasha Kerensky: Greetings, kids. I'm the Widow. I'll be teaching advanced comparative tactics AND modern psych. You'll soon learn to get up to the grade, or I'll bounce ya from the class.
((The second teacher winces at every contraction))
Joanna: I am Joanna of the Falcons....I will teach phys ed. I expect perfection. I WILL demand it from you.
(Giggling from auditorium)
Joanna: Who is laughing?
Kali: You're funny. I WILL, YOU DO...you sound like my mom!
(Joanna leaps from the tier, rushes to Kali and backhands her)
Joanna: No contractions! You will think precisely!
(Sun Tzu and Kai give each other a "YEAH, RIGHT!" look on that comment) You will act precisely!
Kali: But I'd...(Joanna kicks her in the ribs, and she goes sprawling)
Widow: Ease off, Joanna.
Joanna: Neg, she will learn the way of the Clans, or the Way of Pain!(kicks her again)
Widow: Damnit woman, she's unconscious. I swear we can't take you anywhere.....You know you ARE going to be the death of me (rolls her eyes)!
Joanna: (satisfied grin across here face) Does anyone think they got what it takes to knock me down?
(A hand raises up from the back of the auditorium)
Joanna: You believe you can defeat me?
(someone stands up)
Cassie: Must kill?
Joanna: Wonderful! Have at you!
Cassie: Must kill!
(For the next three minutes, all hell breaks loose)
Galen: Ladies! Please stop.....
(The auditorium chants JERRY-JERRY-JERRY!....Galen sits down)
Widow: Ladies! girls! (whips out the Makarov and lets a burst loose in the air) CEASE!
(The two combatants stare at Widow)
Joanna: How dare you violate the sanctity of the circle! (rushes Widow)
Cassie: Stop fun...MUST KILL! (rushes Widow)
(Three way battle royale ensues)
Focht: Attention security, I need a squad (chair smashes to Focht's left), I need a platoon (table smashes to Focht's right) I need some battle armor.(Focht ducks as Kali's unconscious form flies past where Focht's head just was) Damn, get me the 9th Division in the main Auditorium.
(Vlad struts toward the battle)
Vlad: ComStar bids so poorly. Where your Division goes, I can defeat them all alone.
Focht: (glares at Vlad) You ain't Phelan, sport!
Vlad: Ha! There are nothing but three freebirths. They are OLD women. (The clan transfer students wince at that comment)
(The battle stops at the use of the word of OLD)
Natasha: Crusader scum! (rushes Vlad)
Joanna: Wolven filth! (rushes Vlad)
Cassie: Mudhead! Mustkill! (rushes Vlad)
(As the women rush in, Victor tosses Widow a grease pen)
*; EDITOR's NOTE : ** The sheer degradations inflicted upon Vlad are too gruesome to be shared here**
(ComGuard personnel storm the auditorium)
ComGuard Officer: We came as fast as we could Precentor....oh my God!(Looks to the battered unrecognizable form of Vlad lying in a puddle of blood)
(The women are now talking like they have known each other all their lives)
Joanna: Would you like to transfer to Clan High?
Widow: She's got skill....no doubt....
Cassie: Neat! Must kill?
Joanna: Yup, Trial of Grievance!
Cassie: Gree-vence? Must kill?
(The Clanners nod)
Joanna: Yes......
Galen: I'm not sure......
Cassie: More fun! Must kill! (sobs) (grabs Galen) Hold me!
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