Fandom High School

"Get dressed out and we'll get started," Ronon announced in a very blank looking Danger Shop - other than the locker rooms, of course.

Once it seemed they'd all returned, he hit a button and the room transformed into a huge forested area that looked just like Vancouver it had the other weeks with the hiding and the running for the giant circle. A crazy buzzing sound could be heard from overhead as enemy spaceships swooped over the area. Where the students were gathered around Ronon, they would find a dozen replicas of his energy gun. Through the dense forest ran a two-mile path winding right to a clearing where the giant circle sat, glowing ready for student transport.

"You all have done a good job this session. But this is it. Enemy's attacking. The only safety is at the Ancestral Circle. What do you do?"

Ronon himself was just going to stand there and watch them show both him and themselves that they'd learned something over the last six weeks.

[If Rodney can do it, so can you.]

As students entered, Ronon pointed them towards the typical locker rooms they'd grown to love over the past weeks. Once they'd reassembled in the classroom (nope, no gym, just a classroom in the Danger Shop), student may notice the large screen, posters, and handouts on the tables.

"Now, last week you all did an okay job hiding, so that's one thing to try when faced with an enemy you can't shoot or outrun." Since few of them would ever shoot or outrun anything. "This week, we're taking it a step further 'cause you can only hide so long before someone's gonna find you, with any luck not an enemy. When they do, you'll need to be able to communicate with them without alerting the enemy to your location. Today we're watching a clip of how the U.S. military does silent signals and then practicing our silent communication with partners." Ronon looked over the group, wondering which one would be the McKay of the bunch and end up talking through the exercise.

"I wanna see you all trying hard here," he warned as he passed out the papers. "Next week we're talking about how to deal with some of the more interesting people you might meet up with. Trust me, you might need this stuff one of these days if you didn't already last weekend." Uh huh, he'd heard.

The Danger Shop was not a gymnasium this week, although there were fantastic locker room doors just off to the side of the very large indoor shooting range.

"Last week, you ran. Some of you did well, others...should either work on it, or focus on one of the next levels of skills. Because if you can't run away, your next hope is that you can shoot the enemy before they shoot you," Ronon explained.

"But first, you need to get in uniform and get your gear." After students returned from the locker rooms, all the proper safety rules were provided along with goggles and headphones for protection.

Standing at one target station, Ronon then drew his gun from its holster, the weapon hummed audibly showing readiness before he took a shot at the target, which was promptly not much of a target.

"This is an energy rifle. And no, you can't have one." He'd had to kill a lot of Wraith to get his from one of those Traveller people. "It can be set to stun or kill. If someone's chasing me, you're damn straight I'm trying to kill them before they kill me. Don't ask questions, just shoot. On the Earth I know, only military people carry alien technology, so the range here's got your more boring Earth firearms for you to start off practicing with."

And then he went into details about the different types of guns. Detail like, "This is a shot gun." He loaded it and fired it at a target flawlessly. "Got it?"

"Since I've got an energy rifle here and I figure you'd all be as jealous as Sheppard, I managed to get the computer to make up one like mine for you to practice with after you try one other gun."

When the class assembled in the gymnasium, they would find Ronon looking much like his normal self - massive man with dreads and leather - ready to begin in low, gruff tones. "This is Survival for students without powers. There's no magic to escaping from whatever bad guys are after you. If you're lucky, there's no one after you now. If you're not, this is where you need to be. Either way, we can work on getting you to the point where when something attacks here in Fandom you can manage to survive it." Look, he had to hope.

"If you've taken classes here before, you know today's the intro day. So, you're all gonna go get yourselves in uniforms from the locker room," he pointed to the doors, "and then sit down and get to know each other or something."

Which was kind of weird for a Ronon class, but he was working on this whole conforming thing.

"Oh, and," his gaze wandered over the group, searching for familiar faces, "Wexler, you're the TA. Make sure no one has problems finding a uniform that fits."