Ensign Gavrin Tarsan - Don't Die

[Sean Sabbage]

((Security Training Facilities - Security Center - USS Artemis-A))

Tarsan: ::smiling faintly:: I'm not complaining - just didn't realise I'd be needing to practice again quite so soon

Cole: Better to fix the foundations now than discover the cracks when someone’s shooting back.

That brought Gavrin back down to the ground with a bump. Right. This was the point of it all. Not dying.

Tarsan: Was kind of hoping no one would be shooting at me for at least a year or three...

Cole: All right. Last phase. This one’s less about accuracy and more about judgment. Anyone can hit a target on a clean range. I want to see what you do when the shot isn’t clean.

Tarsan: Probably miss, Lieutenant. ::taking a deep breath:: Okay, ready.

Cole: Computer, Run Cole Phaser practice 1A.

The room shimmered around them, replacing the target range with a darker hallway. Gavrin looked around the room with trepidation. This was much more like the full combat simulations they'd run at the Academy, and he had never enjoyed those. At least with live targets he could get a sense for where they were, but with holographic targets he had nothing.

Cole: This time the targets will be firing back. Same rules as before: three solid hits neutralize each target, and there are three of them. But if you get tagged three times, the simulation ends. Cover will work for both you and them.

Gavrin nodded slowly, getting a sense for the space some more and taking guesses where the targets might hide.

Cole: My professional advice? Don’t get shot.

Tarsan: ::dry:: Thanks, Lieutenant. Not sure that's my speciality, but I'll try!

Cole: response

Gavrin grinned wryly at Natasha and stepped forwards, quickly tucking himself against one of the recesses in the bulkheads. He stuck his head out around the corner, no targets visible. He took a slow, steadying breath before he moved out into the corridor, yelping as he was immediately tagged by one of the targets that he'd completely missed. 

He threw himself back into cover, cursing himself for his lack of attention.

Tarsan: Damnit!

Cole: response

Gavrin nodded again, taking another deep breath before he carefully glanced out again. This time he could see where the target was covering. He withdrew again before he stuck his phaser out, firing several times at the target. One of them splashed harmlessly against the target's cover, the other two striking home.

The target shifted away, further back into cover. Gavrin stepped out, hugging the wall to pursue. Catching movement out of the corner of his eye he threw himself to the side almost too late, the simulated phaser blast just missing him. 

He fired back as he hit the floor, the shot going wide. He oofed, winded.

Tarsan: Forgot-- holodecks aren't all that padded...

Cole: response

TBC/TAG

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Ensign Gavrin Tarsan

Engineering Officer

USS Artemis-A

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