Lt JG Imril - Chatty Chatty Bang Bang
Chris Taylor
((Holodeck 1 - Deck 2 - USS Artemis-A ))
Bancroft: So, Al-Lieutenant Storm, I know this is theoretically just phaser re-quals, but if there’s time, I wouldn’t mind brushing up on hand-to-hand as well. Y’know, ‘sweep the leg’ and all that.
Imril was more surprised by Roy nearly referring to the (Full) Lieutenant by her first name rather than anything he said about leg sweeps.
Her hands started on their way back to her side and paused at waist level. Her head swung very slowly in Bancroft’s direction.
Bancroft: ::leaning slightly towards Storm, mock-proud:: I’ve been told I have a very sweepable leg. ::beat:: It’s the left one. ::whispering:: Tell no one.
Alex’s eyes went unusually wide and she nodded in cadence with his last few words.
All Imril could do was offer an embarrassed shrug as though to say 'Yeah, he says stuff like this. A lot.'
Storm: ::Returning the mock whisper:: Not a soul. You might be committed if I did.
Imril: If I’d known ahead of time that there was going to be martial arts, I’d have done a different set of flexes for my morning calisthenics.
Bancroft: ::seriously:: Oh, I gave up on any notion of flexing years ago. This ::waving his hand in front of his face:: is all just stylish flailing at this point.
Imril couldn’t help but smile at that remark.
Storm turned her face away, possibly to hide a laugh. When she turned her head back around, she appeared completely composed.
Storm: Let’s just hope that’s all that flailing by the end of the phaser quals.
Imril: That, and a minimum of failing.
They didn't know what to add to this odd banter other than a rhyme.
Bancroft: ::sighing theatrically:: Alright fine. Let it be a cautionary tale, then. Still – ::gesturing around them:: We’re here. We’re learning… things. We’re growing as officers. I see this as an absolute win.
The superior officer stopped for a moment and looked between Imril and Bancroft. She held Roy’s gaze for several beats, then holding up a finger as to say, “just a moment,” to Imril and mouthing the words “I’m sorry,” she touched Roy’s elbow and nodded to the side of the room. She walked over and waited for Bancroft to join her.
Imril did their best to not hear what was clearly meant to be a private conversation. Which, in the confined space, required actively distracting themself with something else to think about. A mental listing of the working parts of a phaser from energy cell to emitter did the trick.
((OOC: skipping over the private talk))
Storm: Let’s get this underway. Computer: Set up two targets on the far wall, both equidistant from each other and the sides. Give me a firing line on the ground at seven meters.
Two sets of ‘targets’ in the general shape of a person’s torso appeared on the wall and a line appeared on the floor just in front of the pedestal.
Storm: Why don’t you each grab a phaser and stand on the line, but don’t fire. Let me see how you aim first.
Imril claimed a phaser, and set it to Light Thermal. Just hot enough to leave a mark on their target. But they didn’t release the safety yet, nor would they until given the order to begin firing. Then stepped up to one side of the firing line.
Bancroft: Response
Imril nodded and assumed a firing stance. One foot before the other, their body angled in a way which would give an armed adversary less to shoot at. Elbows slightly bent. Their off-hand cradling the underside of the grip for added support.
Storm walked over and stood behind them, checking their stance. She put gentle pressure on the middle of their back and pulled one of their shoulders back.
Storm: That will give you more stability.
Walking around them and standing in front, she said …
Storm: Keep your feet shoulder-width apart and just barely bend your knees.
Storm took one more turn around him, nodding.
Storm: ::To Imril:: That’s good. Go ahead and relax for a moment. ::Turning to Bancroft:: Okay. Let’s see your stance, ::Her eyes softened the next word:: Lieutenant.
She stood off to the side and studied him for a moment. She tilted her head, taking her time. Then she approached him. One hand wrapped around the underside of both of his hands which had gripped his phaser. With her other hand, she grasped his right arm and adjusted his elbow down an inch.
Storm: You’re not a lumberjack. Keep your elbows bent slightly. You’ll have better control.
Bancroft: Response
Storm: Let’s see what you both have.
Imril flipped the safety and fired three shots. The first clipped the target’s left shoulder, a notable singe of black. With that as a range-finding guide, an adjustment of their aim delivered the second shot down and rightward, well within the region of the upper ribcage but well clear of where one would expect to find a heart in most humanoids. The third was even closer to the center of the torso, vertically, but horizontally the mark veered quite a bit to Imril’s left. A glancing blow that a target with working legs might have dodged or taken in the arm. A slow-moving Vulcan or Romulan, though, might have had something to worry about. But a green heart was hardly what they’d aimed for.
Bancroft/Storm: Response
Following this first volley, Imril partially lowered the phaser before speaking. Safety re-engaged.
Imril: Thanks. If I’m being honest, since the City-Ship I’ve been spending time in a holoprogram that involves a lot of shooting. If I’m being more honest, the program lets me cheat.
The odds of them hitting the moving parts of a giant spider were thus still pretty slim.
Bancroft/Storm: Response
Tag/TBC
----------------------------------------------------
Lieutenant JG Imril
Engineering Officer
USS Artemis-A
A240110I12