Lt. JG Natasha Cole - Deliberate Aim
Natasha Schell
This time, 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: ::doubtfully:: Aye Lieutenant...
Natasha watched Gavrin. His stance was better, as was his grip. His breathing was all wrong causing him to flinch sending the first shot high into the ceiling and by the time he recovered the second shot hit the cover the target slid behind.
Cole: ::calmly:: Exhale, then fire.
Tarsan: Right. Breathe out
Gavrin corrected and his third shot hit the target. Natasha cocked her eyebrow at his little celebratory whoop.
Tarsan: Okay, one out of three's not bad, right Lieutenant? ::looking hopefully over his shoulder::
Cole: It’s a start. I’m more interested in whether you correct the next two.
She watched as Gavrin turned his attention back to the remaining targets. His accuracy, when he hit the targets improved as he went along
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: No. I’ve seen worse. Accuracy improves with practice. What matters right now is that you’re taking corrections and adjusting instead of shutting down.
Tarsan: I'm used to taking corrections, Lieutenant.
Cole: You’re improving, Ensign. Now prove you can do it on purpose.
Tarsan: Okay, let's not get too far ahead...
Natasha stepped behind him, letting him work.
Cole: Again. Same drill. This time don’t chase the target. Let it come into your shot.
Tarsan: Got it...
She watched Gavrin leveled his phaser carefully at the closest target with growing confidence.
Cole: When you're ready.
Tarsan: I just.. have to wait for it, right?
She watched as the Ensign controlled his breathing, timing it to the movement of the target. That was an interesting decision. The three subsequent shots all landed on the target with a pleased noise from Gavrin.
Cole: ::nodding with a slight smile:: Much better.
Tarsan: Thanks, Lieutenant. Couldn't do it without your guidance.
Maybe this was part of it too, not just doing the work well, but teaching someone else how to do it better.
Cole: ::still holding her slight smile, with a head tilt:: You’ve got a few more targets.
Gavrin took aim and fired again, landing the remainder of his shots. His grouping still needed work, but it was a clear improvement on before.
Cole: Much better, Ensign. Keep this level of improvement and I might see if I can poach you for security.
Tarsan: Response
Cole: ::laughing:: I’m joking about snagging you for security, but I am serious you are showing improvement and that matters.
Tarsan: Response
Cole: Improvement is the point. Skill comes with repetition. What matters is that you’re listening, adjusting, and not letting one bad shot decide the rest of the drill.
Natasha stepped up beside Gavrin, giving him a moment to breathe before she threw him into phase three. He’d earned at least that much.
Tarsan: Response
Tags/TBC
----- ◌● -----Lt. JG Natasha Cole
Security Officer
USS Artemis-A
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