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"Exile mini: Direct Action"
 
   [Inspired by a news item I saw the other day about a pair of Girl Scouts who valiantly but unsuccessfully attempted to prevent just this sort of opportunistic theft, one of whom actually did punch the thief in his face through the car window during the getaway.]

Saturday, April 24, 2337
Llanfairpwllgwyngyll, New Snowdonia
Crown Colonies, Rigel sector

Tesco, Crown Hill Shopping Plaza
1824 hours Gwynedd Summer Time

One of the things that many people in Llanfairpwllgwyngyll looked forward to in the spring was the annual appearance of the Girl Guides. They were always around, of course - they didn't vanish from the planet entirely for the rest of the year - but in mid-spring they were more visible than usual. That was the time of year when they emerged from hibernation and set up their tables outside various local businesses, gathering in groups of two and three to sell baked goods.

The trio at the Crown Hill Tesco had done well all day, employing a wryly self-conscious three-part charm offensive to sway passers-by to their cause. Their table was adorned with a neatly inked banner bearing the Girl Guides of New Snowdonia logo and the unequivocal slogan RESISTANCE IS FUTILE. The tall, slightly brash redhead did the saleswomanship; the perky little blonde managed the inventory and sent every customer away with a smile; and the dark quiet one handled the money with an air of calm competence.

It was this member of the team, late in the afternoon as the sky was beginning to go orange, who retired briefly to the store's restroom while her colleagues packed up the stand and got ready to head out. As such, she wasn't present when the thieves struck. Instead, she emerged from the store a few moments later to find her two comrades in considerable disarray - the cash box gone, the table overturned, the blonde sitting half-sprawled on the ground next to it, the redhead leaning into the open passenger window of a hastily departing automobile, both girls shouting angrily. A moment later the redhead had been cast off and was stumbling to a halt in the wake of the speeding car, shaking her fist furiously.

Having witnessed all this, an ordinary Girl Guide - even one of the famously adventurous Llanfair Regiment - would probably have pulled out a mobilecomm and called the police at this point.

Laura Kinney, on the other hand, gave chase.

/* David Arnold
"The End of an Aston Martin"
Casino Royale (2007) */

Head down, hands open, arms pumping, she lit out after the car at a dead sprint, going over rather than around any obstacle that happened to present itself. Without hesitation or deviation from her instantly but carefully chosen course, she sprang onto and then off of the roofs of intervening parked cars, vaulted the low decorative wall at the edge of the parking lot, and skidded down the embankment outside, running not directly after the car but instead toward where she could see it would be in a few seconds' time. Traffic on Crown Hill Road was moderate but moving right along as Laura shot across with expert timing, hurdling the flowerbed on the central reservation and drawing a few startled horn honks from motorists.

Ahead, the car she was aiming to intercept - a red Vauxhall Vigilant station wagon, its rear passenger-side quarter panel dented - was slowing to make a left turn at the light onto Henderson Street. Next to it in the middle lane was a builder's van, festooned with ladders and segments of pipe. Laura cut the corner at full speed, then used the hood of a minicab as a springboard to the side of the van, seizing hold of the racked pipes. In perhaps a second she was onto the roof, and in another she was airborne, having leaped at full speed from the far side. For an instant she hung spread-eagled in the air above the red Vigilant, sudden flashes of metal sparkling in the late-afternoon sun at hands and feet, before she came down hard on the Vigilant's roof and drove all six claws into the sheet metal.

She had a momentary glimpse of the passenger, a young, sandy-haired man with the beginnings of a black eye, as he turned and goggled in shock at her through the sunshine roof. They had an instant's eye contact before the car surged forward, shouldering aside the boxy shape of a CityRunner in its haste to clear the intersection. Laura's claws slipped, cutting jagged slots in the Vigilant's roof as inertia dragged her backward against the acceleration. Snarling, she dug in, hoping the ridge above the rear window would hold against the toes of her shoes until she could consolidate her position enough to start making the transverse cuts required to open up the roof and get inside.

Instead, the driver floored the accelerator and hurled the car down a side street, bringing angular momentum into the picture, and with a screech of protesting steel she slipped sideways and came away altogether, flung outward across the corner. She hit a RIGHT LANE MUST YIELD ON GREEN sign, bending its metal post almost to a right angle, then had just enough time to pull in her claws and go limp before hitting the ground, rolling a half-dozen times, and coming to rest against the alley wall of a butcher's shop.

By the time she regained consciousness, she'd drawn a small crowd of startled and concerned onlookers. Ignoring them, she dragged herself upright, leaning against the wall, and limped, her lower right leg feeling broken, to the corner of the shop. The red Vigilant was long gone, of course, the usual patterns of traffic having filled in behind it. In the distance she could hear the whistles of approaching constables.

A moment later her two colleagues emerged from the crowd, pushing their way through with excuse-mes and one-side-pleases to her side. They were not, it has to be said, particularly surprised that she had done what she did. Laura had been a member of their cohort for more than a year now, and not for nothing was her photograph in the 2336 Llanfair Regiment Yearbook labeled DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME. The two with her today were veterans of the previous December's Snowdon Adventure Retreat. They'd seen her fight the monster and deal with the avalanche. To them, this was just another day at the office.

Not that this stopped the redhead from saying with an affectionate kind of exasperation, "You mad fool, what if they'd had a gun?"

"One of them did," Laura replied. "He was too surprised to use it." Frowning, she felt experimentally at her right elbow, then twisted something within it back into its proper alignment with a crunch that made the blonde wince. As though she hadn't done anything particularly unusual, Laura went on, "We need to get out of here."

Nodding agreement, the others flanked her and helped her hobble back into the alley. Not knowing quite what to make of the way the three Guides had the situation so obviously in hand, the crowd slowly dispersed in confusion, allowing Laura and her colleagues to fade into the backstreets and be gone before the police arrived.

"Did they get everything?" Laura asked as they made their way down Severn Avenue South, her gait becoming steadily surer.

"All the money," said the redhead glumly. "Rhian tried to hold onto it, but the bloke who grabbed it was too big."

Laura nodded. "The passenger. I saw." She regarded her blonde comrade for a moment, then smiled slightly and said, "I am surprised you did not bite him."

"I thought about it, but who knows where he's been?" Rhian replied pragmatically. "Anyway, Mairwen hung a good one on him through the window before they shook her off." Scowling, she added, "I hope she split his lip. And I hope it gets infected."

Mairwen sighed. "No such luck. I think I got him in the eye, though. But what're we going to do now?" she went on. "We must have sold almost a thousand quid's worth of stuff today. We're on the hook for all of that to the Central Council. And we can't just ask Sir Victor to cover it," she said warningly, before Laura could speak. "He already had to pay for what you and that thing did to the Mountain Retreat Lodge."

"It was not a 'thing', it was a wendigo," Laura said patiently. "At any rate, I was not about to suggest it. I know what we must do."

"What?" Rhian wondered.

Laura paused, leaning against the wall of the building they were passing, and regarded her two fellow Guides seriously. In the fading daylight, her green eyes almost seemed to glow as they looked from one to the other. As she spoke, the last of the road rash disappeared from her face and arms.

"The honor of the Regiment is at stake," she said. "This requires direct action. We must recover the money ourselves - and teach the thieves that the Guides of Llanfairpwllgwyngyll are not to be trifled with."

Mairwen grinned. "I love it when you get like this," she said.

"But how are we going to find them?" Rhian asked.

Laura smiled a cool, predatory little smile. "Leave that to me," she said. "For now, return to Tesco and placate the police. When they release you, go to your homes and collect your gear. I will meet you at 2030 hours on the corner where they shook me off."

Creedmanse, townhouse of Sir Victor Creed (1st Baronet)
1912 hrs GST

Sir Victor Creed looked up from his perusal of the Evening Standard at the sound of the front door. "Ah, there you are, my dear," he said. "I trust your day's enterprise was a suc - ah." Seeing Laura entering with her Class A Guide uniform torn and bloodied, and a look of dudgeon on her face to match, he left the rest of the remark unsaid.

"Who steals from Girl Guides?" she asked rhetorically, then headed for the stairs. Halfway there she threw the answer to her own question back over her shoulder: "Fools."

"Do call if you're going to be out past midnight," said Sir Victor mildly, returning to his newspaper with a satisfied little smile. "Enjoy your hunt."

Sir Victor hadn't been entirely sure about Laura joining the local Guide Regiment, even given their well-known reputation for intrepidity; but on the other hand, giving her opportunities to socialize and make friends with girls of her own age was even more important in her case than it was for normal teenagers, so he'd given his consent. Despite the expense involved in clearing up after the Mountain Retreat incident - which had quite demonstrably not been her fault, after all - he had never had a moment's cause to regret the decision.

Corner of Henderson and Larch Streets
2030 hrs GST

The traffic on Henderson Street was much lighter at eight-thirty that night. The neighborhood wasn't a lively one in the evenings; most of what nightlife Llanfairpwllgwyngyll had took place to the west, in the central district, or down south of the river where the Anglesey Warriors football club had its stadium. This area was mainly shops that shut by six and bars that did a only a desultory business until after ten. Pedestrians were few and the streets quiet at this hour, and nobody in particular noticed a couple of Girl Guides meeting up on a corner.

When Mairwen and Rhian met under the bent RIGHT LANE MUST YIELD sign, they were no longer dressed in their Class A uniforms - the lightweight khaki dresses, dark green Eisenhower jackets and berets, and low town shoes so readily identified with the image of the Girl Guides of New Snowdonia in the public mind. They had both known immediately what Laura meant by "collect your gear": They were going hunting, and for that they wore what was officially known as Field Dress (Regular).

The FD(R) was essentially battle dress, very similar to that worn by the New Snowdonia Defence Forces, but without the body armor and ammunition supplies. It consisted of a utilitarian tunic and trouser set of woodland-camo ripstop synsilk, light in weight but comfortable across a wide temperature range and proof against most sharp things to be found in the forest; an equipment belt fitted out with everything the enterprising camper might require to manage a week's stay in a reasonably temperate wilderness environment; and sturdy, comfortable boots. Only the beret and bright yellow neckerchief, reversible for camouflage purposes, carried over from the Class A.

Decked out in their full field kit and seen at moderate range, older New Snowdonian Guides were often mistaken for commandos or Special Branch police officers, and in truth there was something of both in their makeup, particularly those senior Guides holding the exalted rank of Ranger. Rangers wore a slouch hat instead of the beret and were authorized to carry the hallowed Woodman's Pal, further heightening their resemblance to commandos. None of the three who met that night were old enough to be Rangers yet, though it was confidently expected among the girls of the Llanfair Regiment that Laura Kinney would earn her dragon (the Ranger's badge of office, derived from the mascot on the New Snowdonian flag) within hours of her impending seventeenth birthday.

For now, though, she sported the same uniform as the others when she arrived, apart from the optional cargo kilt she preferred to the standard trousers. She appeared from the uptown end of Larch Street, looking darkly satisfied, and greeted her colleagues by saying,

"Follow me. I have their trail."

"What's the plan?" Mairwen asked as she and Rhian fell in behind Laura.

"We will track them to their lair and determine their numbers. Then we will strike quickly and without mercy. As the defenders, they will have a natural advantage. We will negate it with shock and awe."

Rhian looked skeptical. "We're Girl Guides," she pointed out.

Laura smiled slightly. "That will provide the shock," she said.

/* David Arnold
"CCTV"
Casino Royale (2006) */

Rhian and Mairwen had seen their strange colleague track before, and so they knew she was very good at it, but that was tracking animals in the woods. It had never occurred to them that she'd be able to perform the same feat with an automobile in a city, but over the next hour and a half or so they learned. Steadily, patiently, her expression never varying, Laura methodically followed the faint traces left behind by the thieves' red Vigilant. Exhaust fumes, long since dissipated for any but the most discerning of noses; streaks of rubber left on the road by a rattled driver's too-sharp turns and accelerations; tiny flecks of red paint shed, like blood from a wound, by the places where the car's outer skin was torn - nothing escaped her, even when they left the well-lighted commercial district, and then the city proper, behind altogether.

Llantysilio
2206 hours

"Well, I'll be damned," Mairwen murmured as the three of them crouched just short of the crest of a ridge in the suburban village of Llantysilio. Twenty yards beyond stood a small house - bungalow, really - with a partly enclosed carport, and protruding from that carport was the rear eighth or so of a red Vauxhall Vigilant with a dented left rear quarter panel.

"Now we wait," Laura said.

"For what?" Rhian asked. Before Laura could answer, the one light showing in the house, through the front window, went out.

"For that," Laura said.

Llantysilio
2232 hours

Wayne Colton was having a hard time getting to sleep. The weirdness of the afternoon's score kept coming back to him. It had been a spur-of-the-moment thing, grabbing those Girl Guides' cash box. Jerry had noticed what a brisk trade they were doing, and while they were considering whether to make a move, the one nearest the box had gone into the store. At that point, Jerry joked, it would be criminal not to take it, so they had... and then things had gotten strange.

Getting the car fixed was probably going to cost more than whatever was in the box. Neither Wayne nor Jerry had a clue what the crazy girl who'd jumped on the roof had used to make those ragged gashes in the steel, but whatever the hell it was, it'd made an almighty mess of things. Part of the anxiety keeping Wayne awake now was born of the realization that the cops would have no trouble at all establishing that yes, this was the red Vigilant used in the great Tesco Girl Guide cookie robbery.

Jerry, with her usual inability to take anything too seriously, had laughed off his fears - no cop would ever believe that such a thing had even happened, mad Girl Guide with an axe or whatthehellever jumping onto the roof of a getaway car. Hell, she wasn't sure she believed it had happened, and she was there. Then, with an instruction to get hold of Joey the Fisherman in the morning to get that cash box opened and then call someone about the car, she'd sloped off to bed to sleep the sleep of the unconcerned.

Wayne envied his sister that ability, at the same time he was convinced it was going to buy them both a lot of trouble some day. He sat in the living room in the dark, nursing a beer and not really watching a Dalek 207 movie on the next door neighbor's cable, wondering if he'd be able to drink the image of the crazy girl's face out of his mind. Because when he closed his eyes he could still see it. Well, not her face, really. He was sure he'd seen it all through the sunroof, but the only feature that stood out in his memory now was her eyes, this incredible shade of green, fixed on his with such consummate but contained fury it had damn near paralyzed him.

He opened his eyes and they were still there. So was their owner, crouching like a gargoyle on the coffee table, maybe a foot away. She had the neckerchief of her Guide uniform tied around her face like a bandit's mask, but the eyes - the eyes were the same.

"Aaaaahh - !" he yelled, lurching backward so hard he nearly overturned his recliner. Reflexively, he reached for the gun on the end table next to the chair. Her left hand shot out faster; a metallic sound, a glint of bright metal, and the gun lay in three pieces, deep grooves carved in the tabletop between them. Wayne stared at it for a moment, then looked at her hand, transfixed by the sight of the gleaming blades protruding between her knuckles. He'd heard of gear like that before, but to see it in person - on a Girl Guide - was so profoundly shocking he wasn't completely sure he wasn't imagining it.

"Wayne, what the haaargh!" Jerry's voice came from the bedroom doorway behind him, followed by a resounding thud as of someone tripping heavily over an unyielding object. Wayne didn't turn around to investigate. He was far too busy trying not to wet himself.

Seeing that she still had his undivided attention, Laura slowly retracted her claws, turning the simple act into a statement. Wayne stared at her hand in terrified astonishment as the narrow wounds the blades left behind healed almost instantly.

"You have something that does not belong to you, Wayne," she said, her voice quiet but full of menace.

"Y-yes," Wayne whispered, his eyes returning almost unwillingly to hers. In the background, he heard but did not register the sounds of a furious scuffle. If he had looked, he'd have seen two more masked Guides expertly lashing Jerry to one of the kitchen chairs with the clothesline from the back yard, but he could no more have done that than he could have gone in for a spot of astral projection.

"In the course of taking it, you could have injured my comrades seriously," she pointed out.

"I'm sorry," he said, and he had never meant anything more in his life.

"Good. Where is the box?"

"Th... there." He pointed hesitantly. "By th-the door."

Another masked, uniformed Guide - almost certainly the little blonde out of whose hands Wayne had wrenched the cash box that afternoon - appeared from behind his chair and collected the box from the stand by the door. "I have it," she said, her voice muffled slightly by her mask.

"See if our money is there," the green-eyed Guide told her. She opened the box and took a quick inventory with the help of a penlight held in her teeth.

"Looks good," the blonde reported, then departed from his field of view the way she came, taking the box with her.

"Please don't kill me," Wayne begged.

The girl with green eyes leaned forward slightly, making Wayne squeak with fear and press himself back into the cushions of his chair.

"In the morning you will turn yourselves in for the other crimes you have committed," she told him. "You will plead guilty. You will serve your time. And then you will learn a useful trade and repay this community for the burden you have been upon it."

"Like hell we will!" Jerry's voice cried from somewhere off behind Wayne, then trailed off into muffled cursing as someone, from the sound of things, put a pillowcase over her head.

"You will," the Guide said. "Because if you do not, you will see me again. No matter where you go. No matter what you do. I will find you."

"Eeee," said Wayne.

"Do you want that, Wayne?" she asked.

"No," he squeaked.

A little, he thought.

The girl stepped lithely down from the coffee table. Just before she passed the chair where Wayne still cowered, she turned and told him, "If you report this incident, you will not be believed."

Wayne nodded, not sure precisely what he was agreeing to, and she was gone.

He remained in the chair, not daring to move, until dawn.

Creedmanse
2347 hours

Sir Victor Creed was still in his chair in the drawing room, now perusing volume four of History of the Middling Ages, when Laura returned home looking vaguely pleased with herself. He closed the book on his finger and looked up as she entered, but did not rise.

"Good evening, Laura," he rumbled. "I trust your hunt went well."

"Mission accomplished," Laura replied. Then, yawning, she proceeded to the stairs, saying as she went, "Good night, Sir Victor."

"Sleep well, my dear," said Sir Victor, returning to his book with a satisfied little smile.

"Direct Action" - an Exile mini-story by Benjamin D. Hutchins
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   Buying Girl Scout cookies will never be the same for me again.

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   This was a nice surprise this evening--thanks!

Laura's first exposure to ordinary schoolgirl life must have been interesting. (Then again, if anime teaches us anything, it's that an "ordinary schoolgirl" is the most dangerous being in known space.) I wonder how much of a Sanosuke Sagara act she pulled at first, seeing military-grade threats around every corner? I expect she learns considerably faster than Herr Sagara does, though. :)

Should we recognize Rhian and Mairwen from anywhere else? The "I'm surprised you didn't bite him" comment makes me wonder why Laura would expect Rhian to do that...

Decked out in their full field kit and seen at moderate range, older New Snowdonian Guides were often mistaken for commandos or Special Branch police officers, and in truth there was something of both in their makeup, particularly those senior Guides holding the exalted rank of Ranger. Rangers wore a slouch hat instead of the beret and were authorized to carry the hallowed Woodman's Pal, further heightening their resemblance to commandos.

Apparently the Girl Guides are more in touch with Scouting's military roots than their present-day equivalents can claim.


..."No matter where you go. No matter what you do. I will find you."

"Eeee," said Wayne.

"Do you want that, Wayne?" she asked.

"No," he squeaked.

A little, he thought.

Ah, love at first fright. :)

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   >Laura's first exposure to ordinary schoolgirl life must have been
>interesting.

A friend of mine from a foreign land once prompted Truss to observe, "This person is going to have an interesting time adapting to America," which, after some time, he was forced to revise to, "America is going to have an interesting time adapting to this person." I suspect matters were similar between Laura and Philip Wilding Memorial High School. :)

>Should we recognize Rhian and Mairwen from anywhere else? The "I'm
>surprised you didn't bite him" comment makes me wonder why Laura would
>expect Rhian to do that...

Nope, made them up. It appears that Rhian is just known for getting a bit bitey when displeased.

>Apparently the Girl Guides are more in touch with Scouting's military
>roots than their present-day equivalents can claim.

It has long been a half-joking contention of mine that Boy and Girl Scouts shouldn't really be allowed to call themselves that unless they are actually prepared to go into the field and come back with useful information about enemy positions, distribution, probable strength etc. In the 24th-century UF universe, at least in the Crown Colonies, this is evidently the case - although it does come up a couple of times in this piece that the Llanfair Regiment is considered unusually adventuresome even by the standards of the era.

>Ah, love at first fright. :)

Well, to be perfectly fair, she does have the most amazing eyes.

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   "Why in God's name have you given military-grade camouflage gear to little girls?"

"You wouldn't want them getting shot, would you? What kind of monster are you?"

"My Dorothy will not be seen in camouflage gear, sir!"

"Indeed. Some might say that that was the point."

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   Huh... I half-expected Rhian's last name to be Sinclair...

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   >>Apparently the Girl Guides are more in touch with Scouting's military
>>roots than their present-day equivalents can claim.
>
>It has long been a half-joking contention of mine that Boy and Girl
>Scouts shouldn't really be allowed to call themselves that unless they
>are actually prepared to go into the field and come back with useful
>information about enemy positions, distribution, probable strength
>etc. In the 24th-century UF universe, at least in the Crown Colonies,
>this is evidently the case - although it does come up a couple of
>times in this piece that the Llanfair Regiment is considered unusually
>adventuresome even by the standards of the era.

One would hope that someone associated with Our Heroes would grab the Scouts organizations and shake some sense into them, as well as putting them back on the track towards teaching the skillset that they're known for. If nothing else, planetary colonization would probably resurrect interest in those skills needed for survival in less-than-urban environments.

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   >One would hope that someone associated with Our Heroes would grab the
>Scouts organizations and shake some sense into them, as well as
>putting them back on the track towards teaching the skillset that
>they're known for. If nothing else, planetary colonization would
>probably resurrect interest in those skills needed for survival in
>less-than-urban environments.

That is, indeed, probably at least part of the reason why the Scouts and Guides of New Snowdonia are so well-known for their prowess in the out-of-doors. New Snowdonia is one of the ruggedest of the worlds settled during the Crown Colony Expansion, rivaled only by the wild and mountainous wilderness of Caledonia. The early colonists - and the early colonists' children - needed to be pretty hardy and pretty handy in order to make a go of things. Even in the 24th century, when they have suburbs and Tesco, these traditions run deep.

Which is not to say that New Snowdonian Guides lack the other traditional skillset of Guiding, what used to be called home economics. Many of them make their own Class As, and even before she attended the CIA, Laura could make a mean apple crumble.

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11. "RE: Exile mini: Direct Action"
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   >and even before she
>attended the CIA, Laura could make a mean apple crumble.
>
which also explains why their cashbox was such a tempting target. Good baked goods always draw more customers than poor ones after all, and clearly the troop had some killer ones based on the amount of monies they had raised.

Which is nicer than Rl-today, where real home-made baked goods sales as fundraisers are much fewer and farther between.

(OMG! You cant let them sell HOMEMADE stuff! what if they didnt follow their directions and made someone... SICK?)


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12. "RE: Exile mini: Direct Action"
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   Y'know, it's strange. Apple crumble was a creation of the Ministry of Food during the War; it was designed as a way to save on the sugar and pastry that formed pie crusts. Unlike most of the other things they dreamt up (powdered egg, anyone?), this one was actually edible, so it stuck. Iunno, I just find it quite heartwarming that a product of such a dark time is still alive and kicking four hundred and thirty years later.

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13. "RE: Exile mini: Direct Action"
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   Certain members of the Suspects had a period of trying to make Victory Breads. Yes, in 201X.

Apparently, without the sawdust, it's quite good.

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14. "RE: Exile mini: Direct Action"
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   >Which is not to say that New Snowdonian Guides lack the other
>traditional skillset of Guiding, what used to be called home
>economics. Many of them make their own Class As, and even before she
>attended the CIA, Laura could make a mean apple crumble.
>

As is all right and proper. Though I suspect that the apple crumble would be a regional/planetary thing. I can only imagine the number of New Austin Scouts who get their Hazmat merit badge dealing with their Annual Chili Cook-Off/Barbecue.


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15. "RE: Exile mini: Direct Action"
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   >As is all right and proper. Though I suspect that the apple crumble
>would be a regional/planetary thing. I can only imagine the number of
>New Austin Scouts who get their Hazmat merit badge dealing with their
>Annual Chili Cook-Off/Barbecue.

One would imagine. (Similarly, the Neo-Japanese equivalent of that same badge can be earned by working with fugu and surviving.)

It so happens that Laura's particular culinary bent is pâtisserie, anyway, so apple crumble was a logical choice. She's also quite good at rustic French and Italian breads, cinnamon buns, and -

mmmmm, cinnamon buns

- do excuse me - and the various arcane applications of ganache. The meticulousness involved in baking and candymaking appeals to her inner need for structured reality. Plan the dive and dive the plan, as they used to say in the underwater salvage biz.

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16. "RE: Exile mini: Direct Action"
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   >Plan the dive and dive the plan, as they
>used to say in the underwater salvage biz.
>
I use Work instead of Dive, but the general principal holds true


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19. "RE: Exile mini: Direct Action"
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   >>As is all right and proper. Though I suspect that the apple crumble
>>would be a regional/planetary thing. I can only imagine the number of
>>New Austin Scouts who get their Hazmat merit badge dealing with their
>>Annual Chili Cook-Off/Barbecue.
>
>One would imagine. (Similarly, the Neo-Japanese equivalent of that
>same badge can be earned by working with fugu and surviving.)
>
>It so happens that Laura's particular culinary bent is
>ptisserie, anyway, so apple crumble was a logical choice.
>She's also quite good at rustic French and Italian breads, cinnamon
>buns, and -
>
>mmmmm, cinnamon buns
>
> - do excuse me - and the various arcane applications of ganache. The
>meticulousness involved in baking and candymaking appeals to her inner
>need for structured reality. Plan the dive and dive the plan, as they
>used to say in the underwater salvage biz.
>

Sounds like my girlfriend. Except, you know, for the whole mutant/clone/adamantium/killing machine thing....

Ebony the Black Dragon

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20. "RE: Exile mini: Direct Action"
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   >Sounds like my girlfriend. Except, you know, for the whole
>mutant/clone/adamantium/killing machine thing....

Well, nobody's perfect. :)

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17. "RE: Exile mini: Direct Action"
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   LAST EDITED ON Mar-18-12 AT 05:08 PM (EDT)
 
>(Then again, if anime teaches us anything, it's that an
>"ordinary schoolgirl" is the most dangerous being in known space.)

I am suddenly seized by a mix of both eagerness and fear at the thought of an anime St. Trinian's girl... The galaxy might not survive the combination.

That said, great short -- it was the perfect thing for me to read on a lazy Sunday afternoon after way too many weeks of running around like crazy.

-- Bob
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18. "RE: Exile mini: Direct Action"
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   The Jolly Hockey Sticks of Haruhi Suzumiya?

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21. "RE: Exile mini: Direct Action"
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...I would watch that.

However, now I am HIGHLY ENTERTAINED by the concept of a UF St. Trinian's.


"It's difficult keeping up with the cross-continuity, but I think Cosmouse just gave The Saturnian Scraphunter his Ultimate Pacifier to use against Galactapuss..."


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22. "RE: Exile mini: Direct Action"
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   And who would populate such a school?

Craig

----------------------------
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23. "RE: Exile mini: Direct Action"
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   LAST EDITED ON Mar-20-12 AT 10:38 PM (EDT)
 
>And who would populate such a school?

Miscreants, presumably.

--G.
was that a trick question?
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24. "RE: Exile mini: Direct Action"
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   >was that a trick question?
>-><-

prolly, in and of the context meant more of a who than a what.

Then again, this is UF. I could see the UF St Trin's (if it existed, and if it did, prolly someplace like New Snowdinia) being the sort of place where the girls learned how to direct their miscreantism at the sort of people who really deserved it...


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25. "RE: Exile mini: Direct Action"
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   >Then again, this is UF. I could see the UF St Trin's (if it existed,
>and if it did, prolly someplace like New Snowdinia) being the sort of
>place where the girls learned how to direct their miscreantism at the
>sort of people who really deserved it...

I doubt New Snowdonia has a sufficiently dense population of the right kind of young termagant, myself; Snowdonian girls go in less for bullying, thievery, and mayhem and more for hardiness and self-reliance. About the only major trait they have in common is a certain personal aversion to leaving wrongs unavenged. You'd be much more likely to find an establishment (one hesitates to call it a school) like St. Trinian's on Kane's World or, if you were to insist on it being in the Crown Colonies, Coalhill.

That said, the annual field hockey grudge match between St. Trinian's Coalhill and Llanfair Pwllgwyngyll North Comprehensive is, presumably, routinely epic. They're probably still talking about the year St. Trinian's star forward shanked her opposite number from Llanfair during the game, and in retaliation the Llanfair girl, as the Evening Standard's sports writer elegantly put it, "fouled her to within an inch of her life," then used the spare time granted by her subsequent ejection from the game to cut the Trinian's bus in half.

--G.
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26. "RE: Exile mini: Direct Action"
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Actually, I can see it being staffed by some gleeful people who teach their students to challenge authority at all times and with a great deal of creativity. With the IPO watching to see if anyone has The Right Stuff. (Or some other organisation.)

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27. "RE: Exile mini: Direct Action"
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   There was this one time where they had to battle the Tenth Doctor on a pirate ship, but it's strictly hush-hush (in that it didn't gross well at all)...

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"He may be able to hack locks with his Sonic Screwdriver, but I find that the Kinetic Hockey Stick is much more satisfying," she said, as she brought it down on the console.


"It's difficult keeping up with the cross-continuity, but I think Cosmouse just gave The Saturnian Scraphunter his Ultimate Pacifier to use against Galactapuss..."


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28. "RE: Exile mini: Direct Action"
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   >
>(Or some other organisation.)
>

St. Trinian's is a wholly owned subsidiary of groes Feuer, GmbH.

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29. "RE: Exile mini: Direct Action"
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   >>
>>(Or some other organisation.)
>>
>
>St. Trinian's is a wholly owned subsidiary of groes Feuer,
>GmbH.

"Loyalitt oder Tod"?

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   Thank you! That was an enjoyable mental break.

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   That was fantastic. I especially loved Sir Victor's response to the whole situation.

-Droken

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8. "RE: Exile mini: Direct Action"
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   >That was fantastic. I especially loved Sir Victor's response to the
>whole situation.

As Slarti put it while I was working on the piece, "Sir Victor Creed: Great foster father, or the greatest foster father?"

--G.
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31. "RE: Exile mini: Direct Action"
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   Certainly an awesome one.

I quite like this story, and may well recommend it if any Girl Scouts show up selling cookies.

�They planned their campaigns just as you might make a splendid piece of harness. It looks very well; and answers very well; until it gets broken; and then you are done for. Now I made my campaigns of ropes. If anything went wrong, I tied a knot; and went on.�
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