Ensign Gavrin Tarsan - Close But No Cigar
Sean Sabbage
((Security Training Facilities - Security Center - USS Artemis-A))
The score was two-all. Two hits on Gavrin and two targets down. He took cover behind the crate, taking a moment to talk to Natasha as he considered his options. Cole: There you go. The corridor rewards problem-solvers, not just good shots.
Tarsan: Okay, one left. But... where?
The Betazoid watched as the woman's eyes flitted down the corridor, clearly perceiving things about the exercise that he wasn't seeing yet. It was her area of expertise, not his, but this was something that he could learn, right?
Cole: If you were the last hostile in the area, would you sit still and wait to be shot?
Tarsan: I wouldn't, I'd find somewhere I could get... a good vantage point without being seen myself?
Cole: Good. Then stop looking for where it was, and start thinking about where it wants you to look.
Tarsan: Do I have to learn how to think like it?
Cole: No, but it is useful.
Cole: The last target isn’t testing your aim. It’s testing whether impatience can talk you into doing something stupid.
Tarsan: At least being patient is something I'm good at...
Cole: response
Gavrin hummed, nodding. He drew his legs up under him so that he was ready to move if he needed. He fell silent, listening out for the target. At first he couldn't hear anything, but after a few moments he could hear something that sounded like... muffled footsteps maybe?
Gavrin carefully peeked around the corner, glancing between the remaining hiding spots. He couldn't quite locate the noise yet, but he could see another piece of cover that he could get to without exposing himself to the possible locations that the target was.
He pushed up to his feet and scuttled down the corridor, keeping his head low and getting to the cover without incident. He glanced around, finding a discarded piece of metal. Testing the weight of it he considered the locations the target could be hiding in before he tossed it over the cover, letting it rattle down the corridor.
The target ducked out from cover to take a shot at where the metal had landed, giving Gavrin a chance to pop out and take a shot at it. One... two... but the third went wide and the target span around and fired its last shot at him, hitting him square and ending the exercise.
Tarsan: Damnit! So close...
Cole: response
Tarsan: Right, doesn't matter how close, I'm still dead, huh?
Cole: response
TAG/TBC