Ensign Gavrin Tarsan - Run for Cover
Sean Sabbage
((Security Training Facilities - Security Center - USS Artemis-A))
While Gavrin's aim wasn't terrible, he was certainly in need of extra practice on the range, and it was clear from his face that he knew it.
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.
Cole: Also … ::smile widening:: That was just phase one.
Tarsan: ::stiffening:: There's more??
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: I'm not sure I'm ready for a second one! Okay, what's next?
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.
The room shifted around them, the layout changing as several of the targets began to move. Gavrin tried to keep track of them, his eyes moving around the room as he considered them carefully.
Cole: Same parameters as before, When you're ready Ensign.
Tarsan: ::doubtfully:: Aye Lieutenant...
Gavrin's hand tightened on his phaser again. Think about stance. Think about breathing. Think about grip. Think about the targets? That was four whole things to think about at once. He watched them a moment longer, raising his phaser to take careful aim at the closest one. Three shots - he could do that.
This time, his stance was considered, his grip was just about right, but his breathing was backwards, breathing in as he squeezed the trigger, his shot flinching upwards and hitting the ceiling. He took a second shot, but at that point the target was behind cover.
Cole: Response
Tarsan: Right. Breathe out
He had one shot left on the target, and he waited for it to emerge, this time firing on the exhale. He let out a whoop of celebration as he actually managed to hit it this time.
Tarsan: Okay, one out of three's not bad, right Lieutenant? ::looking hopefully over his shoulder::
Cole: Response
Gavrin nodded, turning his attention back to the remaining targets. He took the rest of his shots at them, and by the third target he mostly had the timing of its movements down, catching it squarely.
Still, he was going to need a lot more time in the range.
Tarsan: At least tell me I'm not the worst you've seen?
Cole: Response
TAG/TBC