Lt. JG Natasha Cole - Small Corrections
Natasha Schell
((Security Training Facilities - Security Center - USS Artemis-A))
Cole: I won’t bite, ::beat:: promise.
Tarsan: Well then I won't cry, I promise.
Cole: We’re going to start simple, standard target practice. From there I’ll assess what you need to improve on and guide you as needed.
She moved to Gavrin’s right and stood just behind him.
Cole: Computer, Run Standard Phaser target range.
Half the room shifted from the default setting to that of a standard firing range with targets set at ten feet, twenty five feet and fifty feet.
Cole: When you're ready Ensign, I want you to fire three shots at each target.
Tarsan: Understood.
She watched as the young man fired at each target. Watching his body language as he worked through the three targets. His feet were too close together, his wrist too stiff, his shoulders too square. He managed to hit the closest target with two of the three shots, clipped the middle, and completely missed the last.
oO Well at least you didn’t throw the phaser. Oo
Cole: I see some things that could immediately improve your score. Your stance needs to be like this, May I?
She stepped up in front of him and took her normal stance. Feet shoulder-width apart, her right a quarter step forward. She breathed in, then out and fired a volley of three shots at each target. Each shot landed in a relatively tight formation on each target's upper chest.
Cole: Stance and breathing can resolve most people's shortcomings when it comes to firing a phaser. Let's see you try it again.
Tarsan: Okay, let's see...
She watched as Gavrin stepped forward again, this time attempting to mirror her movements she demonstrated. This time his stance was better, though one foot was turned inwards, unbalancing him.
Tarsan: Like this?
Cole: Adjust your foot. Otherwise you’re fighting your own balance.
Placing her right hand up to her chin, propping that arm with her left across her chest. Natasha watched as the nervous Ensign adjusted his stance at her guidance. He breathed in then out before firing at the three targets. This time there was a marked improvement in his accuracy. All three shots connected with both the closer targets, while one struck the furthest.
Tarsan: That... felt a lot better! Thanks!
She smiled at the results.
Cole: That’s the difference. Same range, same targets, but now your body isn’t getting in your way.
She stepped over to the console to confirm her math.
Cole: See you went from about twenty two percent of your shots hitting to nearly seventy eight percent. That’s quite the improvement with minimal adjustment. I’d like you to try tightening your grip, the phaser isn’t going to bite you if you hold it firm. If it helps imagine it as a laser welder.
Tarsan: ::smiling wryly:: Should I assume that the recommendation will be to keep me away from phasers until my aim improves?
Cole: Oh, I’m not done with you yet. ::smiling:: Keep in mind while we do have security or tactical personnel assigned to away teams. There is always the very real possibility that even as an engineer, you may have to use a phaser to support or even back up your fellow officers.
Her smile softed a little at the memory of Bergman, the young looking man that was far older than he looked, saving her on the Boraxian City ship. That reminded her she wanted to check in with him.
Cole: Also … ::smile widening:: That was just phase one.
Tarsan: Response
Cole: Two more, the thirds a personal favorite of mine. Not including a more advanced one, but you’re not ready for that one.
Tarsan: Response
Cole: Now we’re going to have you work hitting a moving target. The targets will be moving from cover so you’re going to have to focus. Remember what I told you about stance, breathing, and grip.
Cole: Computer, Run Standard Phaser target range two.
This time, the half the room with the three targets shifted as the number of targets stayed the same, but began to move left to right and forwards and backwards in between various obstacles providing anywhere from no cover to full coverage.
Cole: Same parameters as before, When you're ready Ensign.
Tarsan: Response
Tags/TBC
Lt. JG Natasha Cole
Security Officer
USS Artemis-A
Writer ID A240205NC4