Lyndsey Jare the Head Student of the Devils Sanctuary paced. Her spotters were working to get cameras up and ready. The power suits were being put on by the JROTC. The PE students were manning guns, and the many different classes were each doing their important job.
She cursed to herself that she didn't know about the attack. She had been spying on all the other schools for so long. She was expecting a big attack from Wapato. Any day now, she thought, they should arrive.
So far though, the Wolves stayed at bay. Their blimps were not being spotted moving forward.
Mr. Bautze had of course known. As did other members of the staff, but Lyndsey was not. She had to be prepared for an attack at any time. This was a difficult job even now. She cursed again for not knowing.
The first cameras began to pull up. She saw the attacking fleet. Most of it was moving forward. Only a few stragglers today.
The art class was the highest up. They were usually on high patrol anyway.
She switched to their voice link.
"Advanced Art this is Head Student please respond."
"He's so dreamy," came Vyska's voice from the background.
"This is advanced art," came another voice, "we have everything cued up to follow."
Lyndsey tried to remember the voices name. It was a girl. But whose, she should know this. All Heads know their body parts. She said to herself.
"Can we get a close up of some of the head vessels," asked Lyndsey?
"Vyska already has a bead on one," said the voice
"All is good here," said Vyska, "especially him."
It was obvious who Vyska was talking about. Lyndsey already knew who Vyska was. The year before, as a sub head student, she had to deal with Vyska's illness and hospital time. The love of Asian boys was well known.
This particular Asian held a flamberg beautifully built and crafted. The pads seemed sharp yet cushy. The young man didn't wear a shirt, his muscles showed well on him. Lyndsey lost her thinking for just a moment. Just a small moment. She didn't have time for moments like this, but she allowed it.
"Will do," said Vyska happily.
Lyndsey touched the orb for the ground guns.
"Aim at the lit up vessel, it seems to be the head ship."
"Yes Ma'am," came a clipped response. She knew this was Sam. He loved to talk that way.
The gun was aimed directly at the point Vyska showed. It moved slowly but surely. The scope showed that the vessel was within range. Lyndsey was ready to attack. Then she had a better idea.
"Vyska," she said touching the Art Class orb, "I have a deal with you."
"Yes Ma'am?"
"If you help target every ship," said Lyndsey happily, "I will give you permission to go look for Asian boys in other schools."
"Really?!"
"I promise," said Lyndsey, "I look forward to talking to you about them in fact."
Lyndsey meant it. Two birds with one stone. She got information about the other schools, and she could get pictures of hot boys. She purred to herself.
Vyska kept her aim.
"Gunners," Lyndsey said going back to the PE department.
"Yes Ma'am?"
"Prepare for new targets at every light up."
"Yes Ma'am," said Sam.
The vessel with the hot young asian boy lit up and went down in mere seconds. Then the next ship lit up, and it went down just as fast. Vyska was a useful girl with a good eye. So long as she was persuaded.
The vessels began to fall back as wounded. But more were coming.
