Post-sim - Exercise and Training

Posted April 11, 2021, 6:51 p.m. by Ensign Evelyn Gruver (Security/Helmsmen) (Matt Bongiorno)

Posted by Lieutenant Mwezi (Weapons Officer) in Post-sim - Exercise and Training

Posted by Ensign Evelyn Gruver (Security/Helmsmen) in Post-sim - Exercise and Training

Posted by Lieutenant Mwezi (Weapons Officer) in Post-sim - Exercise and Training
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It was a regular day, a few weeks after the events on his homeworld, and Mwezi realized he still really hadn’t spent much time working with his new Security Officer. She spent a lot of time on helm.

He sent a short message to Evelyn, requesting she report to the Gym for a combat skills assessment and exercise session at a certain time.

Mwezi, CTO

Evelyn had received the appointment notification from Lieutenant Mwezi to meet him at the gym. They had previously worked together on a first contact mission, but they had not had the chance to properly meet or train due to the timing of her joining the Chernov and the assignment that was in progress at that time. After acknowledging his appointment, she quickly changed from her standard uniform to more athletic attire for the gym. When she looked in the mirror, her reflection indicated that she had on a red Starfleet issued tank top, red leggings, and light gray runners. As she had made her way to the gym, she would acknowledge her fellow shipmates in greeting or with a casual wave of her hand. Evelyn was an extroverted woman who enjoyed just about any form of social interaction that she could be a part of on a daily basis. After a few minutes, she finally made it to the gym area of the Chernov. After she entered the gym, the bright lights reflected off of her jet black hair. Her hair was styled in a messy top bun to help keep it out of her eyes during the workout session. She scanned the area for Mwezi, approached, and then stood in front of him. Her emerald green eyes glanced upwards slightly to meet the taller officer’s gaze. “Good morning sir.”

  • Ensign Evelyn Gruver, Security & Helmsman

Mwezi gave the officer a once-over, then turned and grabbed a practice phaser and target. “Do whatever warm-up stretches you need to do, then we’ll start with the marksmanship assessment,” he spoke. “And before you try to start any small talk, I am not in the mood to discuss the most recent mission.”

He tucked the phaser under his arm and began to fiddle with the training target, taking his attention off the ensign and assuming she’d do as he asked.

Mwezi, CTO

OOC: Mwezi refuses to talk about the most recent Sim because we don’t know how it ends! lol.

“Yes sir. We can talk about something else then, no worries at all.” Evelyn proceeded to complete a few back, leg, and arm stretches to get herself warmed up as Mwezi directed. At first glance, Evelyn was clearly quite fit, flexible, and well-toned with an athletic body type. During the warm up process, she could not resist her inner desire to get to know her department head and decided to initiate small talk with Mwezi. She figured that it would be fine as long as she respected his wishes to not discuss the previous mission. “So Lieutenant, how long have you served aboard the Chernov sir? Do you enjoy your position as the Chief Tactical Officer?”. She observed Mwezi preparing the training target. She had plenty of experience from when she was a cadet at Starfleet Academy. In fact, she was one of the top marksmen in her class. The young woman had been underestimated in the past due to her smaller stature and feminine traits, but others eventually found out that she can fire with the best of them. However, she had plenty of room for improvement over time as she was not elite, the potential was there and would take time to unlock it fully. “You know, this is actually my favorite training activity. I look forward to showing you what I can do sir.” She smiled at Mwezi, walked in his direction, and stood next to him. She craned her head up at the significantly taller man and had a look of confidence all over her face. “I’m ready when you are sir.” She winked at Mwezi and then awaited his response.

  • Evelyn Gruver, Ensign, Security & Helmsman

“I’ve been on the Chernov for a few years, at least. Lost count at some point. Human years are… different from years on my planet,” he explained, reaching up to scratch his temple while he prepared the target system and set up a testing course. The target began to hum, then started to hover in the air in front of the wall. Mwezi let out a breath, then held the practice phaser out to Evelyn. A phaser that could be held easily in her hand was comically small in his. And, with the opportunity to see his hand clearly, Evelyn would notice what just about everyone else on the Chernov had noticed eventually - his hand was missing a finger. Or rather, it was formed as though only having three fingers and a thumb was natural.

Once she had taken the practice phaser, Mwezi slipped over to the opposite wall and gestured at the target. “First shot starts the timer and the program. I assume you know the drill, hit it as many times as you can in 20 seconds.”

Lt. Mwezi

Evelyn looked over Mwezi’s hand and could not help but notice that one of his fingers were missing. After she took the phaser from him, she was proactive in ensuring that the phaser setting was set to stun for safety purposes. After her examination was complete, she griped the back of the phaser with her right hand and relaxed her index finger on the trigger. Evelyn positioned her left hand on the front side to ensure that she had a firm grip on the weapon. She pointed the phaser at the target, it fit in her hands perfectly and it felt quite comfortable. As she began to focus on the target, she asked with a curious tone in her voice, “So, do you have an interesting story behind your missing finger?”. Evelyn then squeeze the trigger and began firing on the target for the twenty second duration. Her grip on the weapon was firm and there was minimal kickback. In fact, she was one of the top performers in phaser target practice as a cadet and this activity would prove to be simple for her overall. In this first session, she performed above average, but could definitely hone her skillset to improve further as she garnered more experience under her belt. Overall, her shooting accuracy and reaction time would be considered to be on par with Starfleet officer standards. She may have been a great shot for a cadet, but now she was in competition with the more experienced officers that Starfleet had to offer. She held her phaser in her right hand pointing the barrel downward at the ground for safety purposes, “Well, how did I perform sir?”.

  • Ensign Evelyn Gruver, Security & Helmsman

Mwezi chuckled at the question, leaning against the wall as he watched her perform the test. He didn’t want to distract and throw off the score, so he waited until she was finished and pointing the phaser at the ground before answering the question. “I could just as well ask you if there’s an interesting story behind your extra finger,” he spoke, a twinkle in his eyes. “Surprised you didn’t notice when you were surrounded by my people on the mission, although I suppose you probably had other things to worry about,” he stepped over and grabbed the target as it stopped hovering. “On most planets with humanoid people, life develops with five digits on the fingers. On mine, we only have four. That’s it, really. So the interesting story is evolution.”

“You did pretty well,” he commended her, then after a short pause, “for a fresh-faced Ensign.” There was a light teasing tone, but also a sense that he was trying to encourage her. “I expect to see that score improve now that you’re part of my team. You have a quick reaction time and well-honed coordination, but even the experts can always improve.” He stepped over and held his hand out for the phaser. Once he received it, Mwezi examined it quickly and put it on the bench. It’d been heavily modified so that it only fired an infrared beam, so most safety measures were technically unnecessary.

He picked up the larger type III phaser rifle, also modified to be harmless, and handed it to Evelyn. “Have you been trained on snipers? It’s a bit different from quick-shot training. More about precision than speed.”

Mwezi, CTO

Evelyn pivoted off of her right heel and turned to face her department head. She was caught off guard and was quite surprised to see that he was actually interacting with her for once with an added bonus of him not seeming irritated with her actions. Prior to this particular training session, from her perspective he had been short with her in the conversation department and ever since she had been working to open the man up already. In this scenario, she definitely had high hopes that a new change was on the horizon going forward in their working relationship. She smiled at Mwezi and provided him with a simple nod of her head, “Perhaps I should be more observant next time sir. To answer your question though, I would say that my extra finger provides me with more support for holding my PADD at night before I fall asleep.” Evelyn winked at him as she was being half serious and half humorous, because she did in fact use her PADD quite often throughout her waking hours.

Evelyn added a slight bow in response to his praise of her performance in the exercise. A look of confidence spread across her face as she met his gaze, “Remaining content with my current skill set would be promoting mediocrity. Instead, I plan to work diligently in all aspects of my training to ensure that I grow to my full potential as a Starfleet officer. I am a firm believer in striving for greatness and delivering results Lieutenant.” She took the phaser rifle in her hands and carefully examined the weapon as a whole, “I have had sniper training at the Academy. How would you like me to proceed with the exercise sir?” She held up the rifle aligning the butt with her shoulder gripping the weapon securely in her hands. She eyed the scope and aimed at the center of the target in an effort to get a feel for the weapon once again. She bent her knees comfortably and relaxed herself to avoid being to tense or uncomfortable when participating in the drill. She took deep slow breaths to remain cool, relaxed, and focused on the task that was about to be at hand after receiving Mwezi’s instructions.

  • Ensign Evelyn Gruver, Security & Helmsman

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