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Professor LeVay grimaced at the shrill wailing piercing through the air. "alright, alright, everyone calm down." She looked over her class, at least few had any reaction to the incursion warning other than to cover their ears until it stopped. It's likely just a drill, don't panic. Everyone who isn't certified class four or above in Cobat Theology or another NC discipline, make your way calmly towards the Blue Vault. Those who are, await further instructions, and we'll see what's been arranged for the exrcise."

One of her students spoke up while they packed up their things. "Ma'am, how do you know it's a drill? There wasn't one on the schedule for today."

"If they put them on the schedule, it wouldn't be an effective drill. Oh, and I'll need a volunteer to carry me to the Vault, since my usual assistant is elsewhere. And relax. If it wasn't a drill, someone from the Integratory Physics Department would have teleported up here by now-" her eyes went wide at the sudden sizzling sound in the air behind her, accompanied by the strong smell of ozone, and continued in a much less calm tone, "-with a harness and combat limbs for me."

The young man in a rune-covered labcoat grinned. "Good to see you too, Professor."

She ignored him as he picked her up and began to fit her into the harness, instead talking to her class. "Alright, not a drill, so instead of heading to the Blue Vault, get inside! Uncetified NC-sensetives have priority! Anyone with significant NC integration into the prio-map is likely to experience severe mood swings once the vault closes, look for the volunteers and staff wearing green helmets! They are your cuddlepile wardens and they are there for a reason! Make use of them! Get moving! Jameson, how bad is it?"

"I'm here aren't I, Anita? We can't be certain but it shouldn't be a big incursion, wherever it's coming from. Something went wrong in the Quantum Foam labs again. Well understood physics is fine in green zones, but the stuff that's experimental is still messy."

She nodded, flexing slowly, taking a few deep breaths as she connected to her temporary limbs. These ones were new, very spiky. Most of her class was well away, the few that remained she knew had been trainign and practicing as part of the campus's militia in case of something like this. She raised one gleaming fist in salute, "Then let's do this! If you need to punch a god, what's the one question you ask?"

The few students ramaining responded with the same gesture in kind, and the fervent outcry, "Shinto or Abrahamic?!"