"Well? What is it?" Professor Lei Lebron asked one of his "prized" students once again.
"Five? Um... Six?" The trooper recruit was unsure of the answer. Big mistake.
"If you are unsure of yourself;" Lei walked infront of his desk, grasping a rather large algebra notebook, while scanning across the amphitheater style class room, looking for the student who answered wrong.
"Then may the force be with you." The fifty something year old man hurled the four hundred page book at the soldiers face. He went to dodge, but the book hit his eye.
"ARG!! MY EYE!!" He screamed in pain.
"Go to the med clinic you waste of flesh." Lei said cooly as looked on in disgust at the man. A raised hand caught his attention, and with a now frusterated tone he answered it with a yes.
"Um... two questions sir... why do you have that relic?"
"Because, Jensik, books are very useful as you can write out the many little graphs and charts quicker than you can with a data pad."
"Oh..." He paused to grasp in the concept of it all. "And um... what was the answer?" This set off Lei, he was pissed at this the fact that half the class didn't know the answer to the damned question.
EzCode Parsing Error: color=orange]EzCode Parsing Error: color=blue]"TWO TIMES TWO IS FOUR! FOUR YOU STUPID MO[/font] He unleashed his anger as he pounded his desk, not wanting to seem to disgruntled to be teaching by sending another kid to the medical clinic. "GET OUT!! All of you!"
They left in a rush, leaving Prof. Lebron to himself and his thoughts in the class. He wished he was back in his younger days, the good ol' days.
Thirty plus years ago
"THE FIRTH AND LATH WORDTH OUT OF YOUR MOUTH WILL BE THIR, YETH THIR. YOU GET ME?!" Sergant Lickus shouted at the platoon of new recruits infront of him.
"WE GET YOU SIR!" The voices shouted in unison.
"Good. Now then, who thinkth they are good enough to knock me down?" He cracked his neck. "No one?! A platoon full of wuththieth?
"I can sir." Someone from the back row spoke out. A smaller man, not exactly a brute. Maybe half the size of the sarge.
"Don't make me laugh thon."
"Wait and see, sir." He accented his S's. Both men fell into fighting stances. The sergant threw a punch but fell short of hitting the man. The recruit, fake a punch and kicked at the same time. The kick struck home as it connected with Sergant Lickus's croutch.
Doubling over in emmense pain, the sergant began a string of curses, which brought out laughter from the platoon. The recruit stood over him with a grin of victory on his face.
"Whats your name?" The Sergant asked.
"Drakiss sir. Aevan Drakiss." He said still basking in his glory.
"That was a cheap shot." He choked out, still in pain.
"I fight to win Sir." He remarked.
"Yeah, well..." Wincing in pain he finished, "See that wall?"
"Yes sir."
"Run around the edge of the base, twice."
"Yes sir." He said very unhappily.
"Oh and take your friends." The platoon became angry and boy would Drakiss would pay.
Present
"Sir..?" A janitor asked.
"Hmm? Oh yeah." Lei snapped out of his flash back. "Right. Good day."
Lebron grapped some datacards on the desk and his coat then walked out the door. How he missed the good ol' days indeed. He made his way down the side corridors, to a lift, which would take him to the taxi, which would shuttle him home.
Thirty plus years ago
"Ya know Drak," Lei Lebron knocked away a kick. "We are still all a little pissed off about our thirty mile run."
"Not my fault." He commented as he tried to deliver another kick ending in failure.
"We think it is." The fight went on.
"Well, I beg to differ."
"If I didn't like so much, I wouldn't warn you, but don't open up your trunk."
"You like me?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"I see a lot of myself in you."
"I'm older than you!"
"So?" Finally, a punch went through as Lei knocked Aevan off his feet. Lei began to laugh as he pulled Drakiss up, some of his other platoon mates looked on in slight disgust.
"Listen. If anyone got a problem with Drakiss here, they got a problem with me too. Lei Finally said, to make sure everyone knew Drakiss and he were friends. No one spoke up. Good.
"Five? Um... Six?" The trooper recruit was unsure of the answer. Big mistake.
"If you are unsure of yourself;" Lei walked infront of his desk, grasping a rather large algebra notebook, while scanning across the amphitheater style class room, looking for the student who answered wrong.
"Then may the force be with you." The fifty something year old man hurled the four hundred page book at the soldiers face. He went to dodge, but the book hit his eye.
"ARG!! MY EYE!!" He screamed in pain.
"Go to the med clinic you waste of flesh." Lei said cooly as looked on in disgust at the man. A raised hand caught his attention, and with a now frusterated tone he answered it with a yes.
"Um... two questions sir... why do you have that relic?"
"Because, Jensik, books are very useful as you can write out the many little graphs and charts quicker than you can with a data pad."
"Oh..." He paused to grasp in the concept of it all. "And um... what was the answer?" This set off Lei, he was pissed at this the fact that half the class didn't know the answer to the damned question.
EzCode Parsing Error: color=orange]EzCode Parsing Error: color=blue]"TWO TIMES TWO IS FOUR! FOUR YOU STUPID MO[/font] He unleashed his anger as he pounded his desk, not wanting to seem to disgruntled to be teaching by sending another kid to the medical clinic. "GET OUT!! All of you!"
They left in a rush, leaving Prof. Lebron to himself and his thoughts in the class. He wished he was back in his younger days, the good ol' days.
Thirty plus years ago
"THE FIRTH AND LATH WORDTH OUT OF YOUR MOUTH WILL BE THIR, YETH THIR. YOU GET ME?!" Sergant Lickus shouted at the platoon of new recruits infront of him.
"WE GET YOU SIR!" The voices shouted in unison.
"Good. Now then, who thinkth they are good enough to knock me down?" He cracked his neck. "No one?! A platoon full of wuththieth?
"I can sir." Someone from the back row spoke out. A smaller man, not exactly a brute. Maybe half the size of the sarge.
"Don't make me laugh thon."
"Wait and see, sir." He accented his S's. Both men fell into fighting stances. The sergant threw a punch but fell short of hitting the man. The recruit, fake a punch and kicked at the same time. The kick struck home as it connected with Sergant Lickus's croutch.
Doubling over in emmense pain, the sergant began a string of curses, which brought out laughter from the platoon. The recruit stood over him with a grin of victory on his face.
"Whats your name?" The Sergant asked.
"Drakiss sir. Aevan Drakiss." He said still basking in his glory.
"That was a cheap shot." He choked out, still in pain.
"I fight to win Sir." He remarked.
"Yeah, well..." Wincing in pain he finished, "See that wall?"
"Yes sir."
"Run around the edge of the base, twice."
"Yes sir." He said very unhappily.
"Oh and take your friends." The platoon became angry and boy would Drakiss would pay.
Present
"Sir..?" A janitor asked.
"Hmm? Oh yeah." Lei snapped out of his flash back. "Right. Good day."
Lebron grapped some datacards on the desk and his coat then walked out the door. How he missed the good ol' days indeed. He made his way down the side corridors, to a lift, which would take him to the taxi, which would shuttle him home.
Thirty plus years ago
"Ya know Drak," Lei Lebron knocked away a kick. "We are still all a little pissed off about our thirty mile run."
"Not my fault." He commented as he tried to deliver another kick ending in failure.
"We think it is." The fight went on.
"Well, I beg to differ."
"If I didn't like so much, I wouldn't warn you, but don't open up your trunk."
"You like me?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"I see a lot of myself in you."
"I'm older than you!"
"So?" Finally, a punch went through as Lei knocked Aevan off his feet. Lei began to laugh as he pulled Drakiss up, some of his other platoon mates looked on in slight disgust.
"Listen. If anyone got a problem with Drakiss here, they got a problem with me too. Lei Finally said, to make sure everyone knew Drakiss and he were friends. No one spoke up. Good.