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After the initial conversation between himself and Yasha, Benjamin returned to watching his livestream for the reveal of that gaming computer. Luckily, he hadn't missed too much, just the opening statements. But he finally got to get some closure on how this PC was going to work and how much it was going to cost...yeah, he wanted to get his hand on this new piece of technology, but nooooooot for the price he was wanting. After all, at this moment he was but a high school student with aspirations of being a Hero...which meant no money in the pocket at the moment. Alas, this would mean he'd just have to upgrade his own to a much higher degree...not too hard of a problem. Eventually, the bus came to a halt...finally arriving at the destination. And as one would've probably suspected, there was definitely more to this trip than one would've immediately thought. "All this garbage here on the beach is poisoning the ocean, and harming the wildlife…But that's where we come in! The job of a hero is to make the world a better place, so today you all get to be heroes to this little ecosystem! Remember, this all can be quite toxic, so put on some of the gloves we have provided here if your quirk won't protect you from these things! Have fun everyone~!!! This sounds about right... Benjamin thought, shaking his head slightly with a smirk. He leaned over towards Yasha and whispered to his classmate. "Sounds like that wish you were expecting when arriving here isn't gonna happen." He gently gave a few pats to Yasha, before seeing Anemonesan pulling both Rei and Yasha in for a moment. He figured it was due to those two not doing real great in that training a week earlier. Benjamin shrugged, only giving the guy a small wave and salute, before moving with the rest of the class. The general sight of the beach was sort of...messed up. How people could even think about leaving a beautiful area like this as dirty and trashy as a dump was beyond him. However, something did come to mind almost immediately. He took a spot on the beach, and had his spiders making a webbed area. He gave a slight wave and whistle, before pointing at the area he prepped with the webbing. "Hey guys! A heads up, if you find anything electronic...batteries and such...I marked a spot over here to have you guys put it. Rather than just throwing that stuff away, could gather them and properly dispose of them." he said, letting that be known to the rest of the class, before grabbing a bag and a trash grabber, before whistling at his spiders to come and help. The spiders wouldn't do much...but this was an all hands on deck situation, so of course...all eight-legs were definitely needed for this job.

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"Now that that's settled. I suppose I had better ask. What's this class, or rather what does Mech Combat, mean to you? Be warned there ARE wrong answers and I sure as hell won't hold back in telling you how stupid you actually are." This chick was the real deal. That was Vivian's first thought, the more Malkin talked. It was just like being met with her instructors during her training back home. She had that same vibe about her, of someone who had seen and done some shit on the field. Not the person Vivian aspired to be, honestly. If she wanted to be like any of her teachers, it was definitely Mr. John. He had a super-cute dog and stuff! And compared to the rest of the teachers, he was a pretty normal guy. But he wasn't the teacher here, nor was he the one asking what mech combat really meant to the students. And quite honestly, that was part of the orientation Vivian missed back home. Hopefully she had the right idea, though. Raising her hand, Vivian answered "At least at a military level, going into action with a mech means you're willing to put your life down if you have to, for the sake of your people. You're out there so they don't have to be." "And right off the bat we have the classic hero answer. Listen, kid, dying for a cause might seem impressive but all it means is one less soldier to help those people you're protecting." "W-Well, yes, obviously it's better not to die if it can be helped, but casualties are inevitable in war. It's less about saying 'time to go die' and more acknowledging it might happen." She waved her off "You might die walking out the door today. You'll see more what I mean as we go. Or maybe you won't. I don't actually need to teach you anything more than how to fight anyway." Then she began to look around for the next person. "Now that that's settled. I suppose I had better ask. What's this class, or rather what does Mech Combat, mean to you? Be warned there ARE wrong answers and I sure as hell won't hold back in telling you how stupid you actually are." Sammi got the feeling that this class was set up to fail. There was no way to make it from the field to this classroom on time! And Malkin didn't seem to care about the issue, so much as the results of it. Even if she didn't like getting part of the scolding for it, that was a trait Sammi could get behind. The real question was if she would be willing to figure out solutions from there, or accept input on them. Necessity was the mother of invention, after all. Does that make me necessity's granddaughter or something? That's a creepy thought. And then there was the question of what mech combat meant to everyone. And honestly, that was the furthest thing from Sammi's mind. Sure she was sent to a school for mech pilots, but it was mostly to work her way into organic society and gather intel on them. There was still her purpose, her existential crisis from yesterday, what to do about Benton's class, her history project, and more swimming around in her head. Like hell she could worry about something that trivial right now! Willing to take one for the team, Sammi raised her hand and simply answered with the first thing that came to mind. "Mech combat has no more or less meaning than standard infantry combat. It's the same warfare you can find anywhere in the history of civilization, simply with bigger guns and armor. Mech combat means whatever the war it's being used for means. Freedom, profit, even genocide; it's all up to whoever calls the shots." The teacher stared at her for a moment. "What are you a r...oh, okay." She rubbed the back of her head. "Well, that beats some of these other answers at least. You're a bit creepy though you know that?" "Better than some others" was more than good enough for Sammi. Quite content with her assessment, Sammi relaxed some in her seat, ready to pay attention the same as she had with other classes.