Lt. JG Natasha Cole - Controlled Fire

[Natasha Schell]

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

The range was quieter than Natasha expected it to be at this hour. The low hum of the ship wrapped around the room in a steady, familiar way, broken only by the occasional chirp from the control panel and the faint power-cycle tone of training phasers on standby.

Natasha stood near the console, one hand resting lightly against the edge as she reviewed the programmed drill parameters. She had kept it simple on purpose: movement, target acquisition, controlled firing, and recovery under changing conditions.

Nothing flashy. Just enough to let her see how the new ensign handled a weapon, pressure, and instruction. She tapped the combadge at her chest.

Cole: =/\= Lieutenant JG Natasha Cole to Ensign Gavrin Tarsan. If you’re available, report to  Security. =/\=

Tarsan: =/\= Response =/\=

She let her hand fall back to her side and glanced out over the range. Holographic emitters along the walls stood ready, their surfaces giving off the faintest shimmer. She had loaded a basic urban corridor simulation first, then a second sequence with reduced visibility and moving targets. Enough to test instincts. Enough to open a conversation.

The doors parted a moment later.

Tarsan: Response

Natasha turned, facing the ensign as they entered.

Cole: Ensign Tarsan, I’m Lieutenant JG Cole. I’m one of the Security Officers here on the Artemis

She offered a small, easy smile.

Cole: Relax. You’re not in trouble. ::beat:: I thought we’d take some time to run a phaser drill. 

Tarsan: Response

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Lt. JG Natasha Cole
Security Officer
USS Artemis-A
Writer ID A240205NC4