Ensign Gavrin Tarsan - Nowhere To Go
Sean Sabbage
Tarsan: Right, doesn't matter how close, I'm still dead, huh?
Cole: In here, close matters. It tells me your instincts are improving. And it means we can fix it without writing to your next of kin.
Tarsan: ::wryly:: Yeah, okay, that's a good point.
Cole: You solved the problem before you fired. That’s the hard part. Then you got excited and tried to win faster than your aim could support.
Tarsan: All well and good solving the problem, but still missed that last shot, huh?
Gavrin knew he was being down on himself - his range scores were never that good, so he wasn't expecting to beat the simulation. But to come so close and fail? Now he just felt like a failure.
Cole: If this were just about hitting targets, I’d be less impressed. What I wanted was judgment. You gave me that. Now we sharpen it.
Tarsan: Now?
Cole: response
Gavrin did his very best to stifle a groan. His plans didn't start for another few hours, so he had no excuse.
Tarsan: Nope, nowhere else to be, Lieutenant.
Cole: response
Tarsan: Just show me where to start.
Cole: response
It was going to be a long day.