Side Sim - Security Training - Deck 6 - Holosuite 2

Posted Jan. 27, 2020, 2:14 p.m. by Crewman Gordon Muir (Security Officer) (Alasdair Sutherland)

Posted by Ensign M’Nalie Eshenti (Engineer) in Side Sim - Security Training - Deck 6 - Holosuite 2

Posted by Crewman Gordon Muir (Security Officer) in Side Sim - Security Training - Deck 6 - Holosuite 2

Posted by Ensign M’Nalie Eshenti (Engineer) in Side Sim - Security Training - Deck 6 - Holosuite 2

Posted by Crewman Gordon Muir (Security Officer) in Side Sim - Security Training - Deck 6 - Holosuite 2

Posted by Ensign M’Nalie Eshenti (Engineer) in Side Sim - Security Training - Deck 6 - Holosuite 2

Posted by Crewman Gordon Muir (Security Officer) in Side Sim - Security Training - Deck 6 - Holosuite 2
OOC: I hope this is okay but I figured I’d do some character development and open this up to anyone that wants to join, basically treating it as an “Open range” kind of event where your character would either come down to practice/learn a weapon or re-qualify(as in a shooting test). Floors obviously open for people to bring their own “instructors” to assess them shooting or that..

The normal quiet of the unused Holosuite was interrupted by the heavy entry doors sliding open and the clamour of several booted foot falls, as an older and rather rotund Chief Petty Officer lead a group of security crewman into the room. He walked over to the console by the archway and typed a few commands into the LCARS display, the other 4 individuals hovered around the centre of the deceptively small room waiting for instruction. Gordon always found these rooms to be rather strange places, he still struggled to handle how the mind was tricked by the clever programming of the holosuite to make an individual forget they were essentially walking in circles.

He eyed the other unlucky members of the security department that had needed qualification on the various weapon systems in the Ogawa’s armoury, he had been dragged into this event for “Experience” or more likely to confirm he wasn’t liable to blast someones head off by accident due to poor drills. The room suddenly changed from the Black and Yellow striped effect to a bare grey indoor range familiar to any Starfleet Personnel, it was boring and frankly they all looked the same regardless of location. There were two older looking Andorians and one Vulcan who appeared rather disinterested in the entire affair, he had never met them before so hopefully this would be a chance to show off and impress them.

The CPO walked over to the group, his gait being more of a swagger than anything resembling a normal walk. “Crewman, welcome to the range. We’ve three of you re-qualifying with the Type 2 hand held phasers and one of doing the whole suite we have on board, those of you that pass are free to leave however those of you that fail....don’t worry. This isn’t a firing squad, we’ll write today off as a “training” day and work on what skills and drills you need to work on.” The older enlisted man said with what Gordon felt was a little less than subtle emphasis to him, Gordon had always felt confident on the ranges after a few days of continual use but he understood that it was a perishable skill. Gordon zoned out slightly as the man rattled off the standard safety briefing, it was mandatory to listen and know it but by now Gordon felt he could recite the thing in his sleep…

”....and finally, we may have other users coming onto the range, be mindful of your weapons and of theirs. A good security crewman has awareness of his or her surroundings at all times, understood Muir?” The CPO said snapping round to Gordon who blinked and replied in a rather unconvincing tone, “Uhh aye aye sir....I mean chief…”

The CPO simply glared at him for a moment then waved towards the “armoury” which consisted of a seemingly endless row of tables with every type of weapon in the Starfleet arsenal lay, everything from tiny Type 1 phasers to the larger Type 3 Rifles and Compression Rifles lay on individual tables. The two Andorians picked up the small Type 2 hand held phasers with a skill that put Gordon at ease, the other Human Crewman however seemed hesitant but managed to work up the courage to pick another Type 2 up. As they picked up the weapons its an appropriate holographic holster appeared at the users hip, all three holstered theirs immediately. Meanwhile Gordon walked over and reached for a Type 2, “Pick up a Type 1 and 3 while your there Muir, your in for the long haul today I’m afraid.” said the CPO from another line of tables that marked “The firing point” or simply “The Point”.

Muir picked up the Type 2 with his right hand and holstered in the holster that appeared magically at his right hip, he adjusted this slightly to account for comfort with one hand while reaching over for a Type 1. The tiny little “cricket” style phaser always felt strange in his hands but he dutifully holstered it on his left hip, double checking he hadn’t dropped the stupid thing as it was so small. Finally he reached over and slid his head and left arm through the sling loop of the the Type 3 “Rifle”, he made sure when he let it hang free it was tight enough to not scrap on the deck. He noticed the rest of the team had already made their way over and he jogged to quickly catch up, he didn’t want to be last…

Crewman Gordon Muir, Sec

While McNalie had torn through the combat training holosim several dozen times over thecourse of the last month she felt she still had a great deal to learn. Holographic MACO were one thing real people were another. So on hearing there would be a group training she imediately signed up. She was a bit disapointed to see that people were handling firearms. But after a mental shrug the she picked up a unique weapon obviously designed for her species. Unlike the phasers her weapon enclosed her entire handpaw and looked like it might be as usefuf as a club as it might be as a ranged weapon.. Nobody else had looked twice at it as it weighted more than a rifle and had no visible trigger. But on the 7‘3 red and brown striped ffelinoid it looked like it weighted nothing McNalies swund a few time doing a Caitan weapons kata then seemed satisfied.

Ensign McNalie Eshenti Engineer.
Gordon stared agape at the crazy 7 foot odd ffelinoid as she carried the incredibly large weapon system like it was a cup of tea and she was out for a stroll to inspect the troops....his attention was brought swiftly back into focus by the dulcet tones of the Chief Petty Officer.

“Muir! Eyes on the job!” the Chief Petty Officer snapped at Gordon from behind the group of firers before the CPO turned to McNalie, bracing up slightly but not too much as she was after JUST an ensign. “Ma’am, I’ve a few of the lads doing their marksmanship test so they’ll be cutting several of their own details. Are you wanting to join in or do you want to practice anything in particular?”

The other crewmen smirked at Gordon’s as the young crewman was now blushing like a teenager and busied himself with inspecting the most minute details on the holographic deck plates. “Way to make yourself look good Gordon…” he said to himself quietly…

Crewman Gordon Muir , Sec + Nameless Chief Petty Officer.

OOC: Basically the three” nameless crewman” that I introduced are going to pew pew some targets with their phasers then leave but Gordon will be here after the test basically training on his own so feel free to do what you want!

McNalie stood tall and grinned, “I have been focusing on hand to hand lately so some ranged practice is likely a splendid idea sir. Do you have a mobile course or is it only fixed targets? Squad tactical doctrine or target ptactice.’, McNalie had noticed Muir’s reaction and had also seem the hesitation in the CPO, but while she was well pleased bu the reactions she didn’t show it. She did some warm up streaches just to show off that fwhile she was big it was muscle not flab. McNalie was proud of her olympic standard fitness and was fairly sure the ships grapevine had gotten out the word on her triumphs at the Highland games. She looked about to see what terrain features she might make use of. “We could run a cat and mouse exercise. Say a jungle setting you and your team as a patrol and myself as opposing force. But to avoid anyone getting hurt if I tag someone they are out. If I have to put effort inuto my strikes bones will be broken. Yours not mine. I am still working on the concepr of pulling a blow. But I think every species in the universe plays tag.”, as she said this she dialed down the power setting on her weapon to training mode.

Ensign McNalie Eshenti. Engineer.
The CPO smiled, “Ma’am, remember you out rank all enlisted ranks....that includes us nasty Chief’s…” he said softly enough so that only McNalie, it wasn’t unusual for younger ensigns to forget that the loud mouthed enlisted ranks were actually under their command. The CPO coughed to cover his smirk and said, “These four are just doing static practice, validating they can hit something standing still. However feel free to abuse young Muir over there afterwards in some light fisticuffs, I’m sure he wont mind will you Crewman?” The emphasis on the last part indicated it wasn’t a request…

“Of course not chief!” Gordon replied in a less than enthusiastic manner then promptly grumbled under his breath, “…Great so I get to play literal cat and mouse with the 7 foot killing machine…I knew I should have went into medical like mum said…”

The CPO turned back to address the entire group, waiting until McNalie had taken up her spot on the firing point. “Firers! This detail will be a simple qualifying shoot, the more complicated shoots will follow in future lessons. Individual Targets will appear at multiple distances to your front, targets will disappear when hit! Those of you with hand phasers, you will start with that. Muir you’ll start with your type 3, then transition to your type 2 and 1 when you run out of ammunition. Miss McNalie, basically shoot at targets until you expend your ammunition. Remember, shoot your OWN targets…so make sure you identify your target before pulling that trigger.” the older CPO’s voice carried easily across the “range”.

Gordon readied himself mentally, running through the transition process in his head and hoping that he wouldn’t end up with a hand phaser flying across the deck.

After a few moments pause to let the firers get themselves mentally ready the CPO finally said, “Firers! Watch and Shoot, watch and shoot!”. Almost instantly several targets appeared in-front of the group, one for each firer to hit. In this instance the distance was only 25 metres from firer to target.

Crewman Gordon Muir, Sec + Some random NC’s + CPO

OOC: If you want to change this by the way to make your shoot interesting then crack on! Just basing it off a simple static test.

M’Nalie noded to the CPO, “I have spent my life training fighting and as a warrior Chief. I would of been enlisted if I knew it was a option when I signed up. My particular clan have a looser structure than most because we would be classified as a special operations unit. As such it is our habit to defer to the most experiance warrior with combat experiance.. officers Chief have their uses. Logistics, coordinating support and keeping informed on the strategic goal. But when the fur flies Chief it’s not the officer who has your back. As for outranking people. For me it is simple the person best suited to the task gives the orders. This is your field Chief. I am at your command.”, M’Nalie moved to the firing line, hercweapon was designed for a closer range then a phaser. But a static target wasn’t difficult at any range. She made sure there was nobody down range turned back to face the Chief. “Of course tactical situations never develop as expected. Which is why you train for every possible outcome and several impossible outcomes. Are you familiar with the Zen approach to archery.”, at which point she turned and fired without aiming striking the target. Unlike the phaser the Caitan weapon was very noisy and obviously used the more robust disruptor technology. It was not pretty, it was not subtle. It was efficent though.
“Truth is Chief had I desired to be a leader, I would of stayed home. My Mother is Clan Matriarch and a member of the ruling council. I would of been clan Champion even if I did not merit the position. But I am proud so I earned it.. I am no paper tiger. But once that was done my path would of lead to politics and I had no interest or suitability for that task. Do you clear me as weapon certified Chief or should I continue breaking your targets?”, she smiled without teeth not because it was a Caitan expression but almost nobody understood Caitan body language .

Ensign M’Nalie Eshenti Engineering.
The CPO smirked, he thought she was sure a feisty one. “You’re good to go Ma’am, just maybe check with the boss woman before you bring any of those kind of toys on an away mission.” He said before turning to his charges…

The three other security crewman opened fire quickly and effectively, most hit their targets consistently however one missed almost as much as he hit. The chief frowned at that, but a pass was a pass.

Gordon on the other hand was doing well with his rifle, consistently hitting the target. Causing it to “drop” every time it was hit with a phaser blast, only hitting slightly under the centre of mass each time. When his rifle beeped that it was empty he quickly began to transition from it to the hand phaser at his hip, barely conscious he was doing it as his eyes were kept on the target. His right hand flung the rifle to his side while taking a knee and drawing the hand phaser with his left, it took seconds but he still felt it was slow. He continued firing with the hand phaser and stepped back to standing after his second shot as he was now “back in” as his instructors had called it.

He was self conscious that he was still the only one firing, trying not to be off put by the watchful eyes of his other crewman. He was good with the rifle but his hand phaser work was average at best, hitting most of the time but with the occasional rogue blast just missing. Consciously Gordon knew he was just nervous but outwardly he cursed at every miss, he was almost too annoyed to realise he had expended the hand phasers cell. With a start he knelt again and quickly holstered his hand phaser with left hand hand while drawing the smaller type 1 phaser with his right. He’d fired his first shot before his left hand was up to support his right, as such the blast went wide to the right. He cursed and adjusted his aim before firing again, after his second blast he stood up again and screaming “Back in!”, in a very Scottish accent. After a few minutes he had expended all his ammunition and stood there breathing heavily, that had been a hard shoot…and he hadn’t even moved anywhere!

After a few moments of silence the CPO called out, “Is anyone not finished?....Detail unload and holster your weapons!”

Gordon began with the type 1, hating how small it was and how fiddly the controls were. He was getting his breathing under control as he finished clearing the type 2 and moved into the rifle. With practiced ease he popped out the cell and clipped it to his chest in a “high port” position, the muzzle facing the deck head of the holodeck.

The CPO had began to walk down the range giving advice, commiserations and growls when required to the three other shooters. When he got to Gordon he stopped and held out the PaDD to him, it showed a green pass mark in the overall section but there was a fair few red marks in the individual shooting sections. “How’d that feel son?” Asked the older man as Muir smiled, “Good chief, but I need work..” Gordon replied handing the PaDD back.

“Your type 2 needs a little work and your type 1 needs a lot of work, we’ll handle that as you progress onboard. Good drills but remember to communicate like your in a fight, you forgot to call out when you were reloading or rejoining the fight…this is important in a fight. Remember that.” The CPO said before smiling, “Feel free to stay behind and work on stuff but you’ve passed and are clear to carry on the ship. Take it easy okay?” Said the CPO before walking away with the rest Of the group leaving Gordon to himself…

Crewman Gordon Muir, sec & a few gold shirts


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