Posted by Commander Mwezi (Executive Officer) in Side Sim - Holodeck - Target Practice (Tag Shara)

Posted by Commander Shara Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Side Sim - Holodeck - Target Practice (Tag Shara)

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“Sounds like a good target,” Shara said and then, knowing her weapon was on heavy stun, she let her prisoner go suddenly, took a step back adn then fired, catching her body as she fell. Shara laid her on the ground and said, “Told you I don’t kill unless I absolutely need to.”

“Let’s go,” Shara said quietly as she gestured for Mwezi to continue.

~Shara Calloway, CIO

Mwezi nodded thoughtfully, although he didn’t agree with her reasoning. Then again, he knew the context of the program better than she did. Luckily, in the history the program was based on, the infiltration team had found the target. He crouched and proceeded towards the frightened smell.

Mwezi, XO

Shara moved along with silent steps, Following Mwezi as they carved a path towards a potential new hostage. Maybe this person would be more inclined to give up the information they needed in order to shorten this mission. Her whole body was attuned to the space and she let herself once again be on the prowl.

~Shara Calloway, CIO

Mwezi carefully sniffed the air, honing in on the smell like a hunting dog. His fist gripped tightly to his serrated blade, he lightly gestured towards a door, waiting for Shara to get in position before nudging it open. Nothing happened, so he entered, trusting Shara to watch his back as he entered the room.

Weapon at the ready in her right hand, her other hand was on another concealed (but easily drawn) weapon. She nodded her readiness, her stance primed for immediate action if needed.

What he found was not what he’d expected.

Mwezi, XO

She stepped in behind him, weapon drawn and looked around.

~Shara Calloway, CIO

A human man sat, tied to a chair. He was bleeding from several gashes, wearing the tatters of a starfleet uniform. Mwezi stepped in, glancing around in confusion.

Mwezi, XO

“Cover me and search the room,” Shara said, creeping over, by hyperaware that it could be a trap. She wished she had thought to bring a tricorder, but you didn’t always have all the tools you wanted with you and had to make do. In that way, this simulation could be made more realistic. Weapon drawn, she took side steps to the man. Was he conscious? “Hey,” she said, looking at the uniform for divisions and rank clues. “You look like you have yourself in a bit of a jam,” she said before she came fully around to face him.

~Shara Calloway, CIO