Ensign Gavrin Tarsan - Happy Birthday to the Ground
Sean Sabbage
((Security Training Facilities - Security Center - USS Artemis-A))
Gavrin had thrown himself to the ground to avoid getting hit by the target that had nearly caught him by surprise. He groaned from the sudden impact. Tarsan: Forgot-- holodecks aren't all that padded…
Natasha knelt down to speak to him, the Ensign turning to her to listen closely.
Cole: No, they are not. Stay low. ::gesturing towards the cover:: Since you’re already down here, use the cover.
Tarsan: Yeaaah I definitely don't want to get up anymore
Cole: While you’re tracking your first target, remember this: if one of them is trying to get you to chase them, assume another is waiting for exactly that.
Gavrin watched as Cole pointed down the corridor, sighing as he tried to shift a little closer to the crate he was using for cover.
Tarsan: Right. Drawing me out.
Cole: ::getting to her feet:: Again. Slow is smooth, smooth is survival. I care more about you surviving this corridor than looking impressive in it.
Tarsan: One on three doesn't seem all that fair...
Gavrin pressed up against the crate, peeking around it to see if he could see the two targets that he was aware of. He knew there was a third, but it wasn't yet in sight. He could see the shimmer of the two, and taking a chance he fired a shot at the first of them. This one landed, and the target disappeared.
Cole: response
Tarsan: One down - two to go.
Gavrin let himself take a moment to glance back to Cole before he glanced around the crate again. The second target was wise to this, firing just as he did. Second tag. Gavrin groaned, pulling back and looking to Natasha with a sigh.
Cole: response
Tarsan: Right. Don't do the same thing twice?
He moved again, this time popping his head up over the cover and firing at the target, three quick bursts. This time they all landed, immobilising the second.
Cole: response
Tarsan: Okay, one left. But... where?
Cole: response
TBC/TAG