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USS Atlantis

Phaser Range

Posted by Commander Relann Fell-Drayke (Executive Officer) in Phaser Range
Nothing was booked and it was open practice time on the range on Deck 7. Starfleet officers and Marines alike found themselves getting in the necessary time to keep up their qualifications and for a certain first officer, it was also a strangely relaxing activity.

Kneeling on her right knee, the target in her alcove zoomed over her head and she tilted her compression rifle upwards tracking it in an arc before firing. The holographic target disintegrated only to be replace by another one

The new target came from behind and zoomed over her head. It was an awkward position and forced her to shift her centre of gravity. But if she got up the target would ‘tag’ her and she’d lose this round. The alternate strategy in this situation was to either roll or sit. She opted to actually sit back on her heels, fire the shot and then roll to the side and forward back up onto a knee in order to be ready to fire the next shot. Her shot just pinged off the edge, so while it counted as a hit, it wasn’t a solid one and she frowned.

“Level complete,” the computer announced.

“Computer, prepare Level Six,” Relann called out as she rose to her feet to go find her towel and water. Whomever thought firing weapons didn’t require effort wasn’t likely working on the upper levels. But then again, few people needed to remain up those harder qualification levels. She didn’t anymore herself, but her security background demanded she keep her skills strong.

OOC: This is an open thread for anyone. And I picture multiple alcoves (sort of like a squash court) so several people can do their own practicing on their own or in pairs. I would imagine there’s a much larger one for a small team.

Fell-Drayke, XO

“Not bad,” Phil complimented from his own alcove. Phil was fully laiden with his gear. The excercise he was running was specifically for medics and would every so often present him with a ‘casualty’ requiring to split his concentration between treating it and shooting the moving targets that would shoot back.

He crouched next to his casualty, laid his rifle infronnt of him and began removing various items from his back pack. constantly glancing up and round looking for a target. Whilst he was concentrating on the figure laid infront of him a target appeared behind him…

-Phil

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