A Commanding Certification

Posted on Thu May 14th, 2015 @ 11:52pm by Captain Enalia Telvan & Lieutenant Daln Hadren
Edited on on Thu May 21st, 2015 @ 9:54am

Mission: The New Sydney Fiasco
Location: Phaser range

Daln had the parts of the three types of phasers on the bench in the phaser range, just waiting for the captain to show up. He knew he should allow the master-at-arms to do this, but he needed to get to know the people he was going to be working with, he was helping with the senior and junior officers. He looked up as the doors opened.

Finally arriving with her customary teacup, Enalia leaned against the bench, looking over the various weapons parts laid out across the bench. "Am I late? I had a lot of paperwork to deal with, if I am." Strapped to her side was an antique looking phase pistol that looked to be from before the birth of the Federation.

Daln shook his head, a half smile on his mouth. "No, you're not late. But you might want to put down that teacup. You're going to need your hands." He stepped to the other side of the table, pointing to a target. "There's the target for this first part."

No mention of hitting the target. Apparently Enalia's new Security chief didn't like how she had slacked at target practice. Setting her teacup down, she looked over the parts again before looking back up at him. "Let's get this over with then."

He held his padd up to take notes. "Alright, first, you're going to put together a type I phaser in under 60 seconds. Assemble it, fire it at the target. Understand?"

Nodding, Enalia waited for him to start the time, then reassembled the weapon from various parts around the table with ease, not even looking at the target as she flipped the completed phaser around and fired it at the target, hitting one edge of it. Setting the phaser down, she looked up at Daln expectantly. "Next?"

Daln's mouth and shoulders tightened a bit. He didn't like it when people had flippant attitudes about safety, because it made his job just that much harder. "Alright," Then he spoke to the computer. =A= Computer, set timer for 60 seconds. Start on my mark =A=

He turned back to the captain. "You will hit as many target points as you can with the type I phaser inside 60 seconds. Ready? Mark. =A=

Dots appeared around the room, targets for the captain to hit.

She had to use this thing? Figures... Enalia didn't like the modern phasers in general, though she was still good with them. Shooting from the hip, her spacial awareness kicked in as she looked for the targets and shot them as they appeared.

Daln nodded. She had hit 92 percent of the targets. "Now you need to do the same with the Type II phaser. You have 60 seconds to put it together correctly and fire at the target. Mark!"

Enalia took a few seconds longer for this one simply because it had more parts to it. Flipping it around like the last time, she activated it and fired, nicking the target without looking, only using her spacial awareness to do so.

Daln shook his head. "Ma'am, you need to actually look at the target so your shots don't go wild. Otherwise, you could damage something." He heaved a sigh and set the timer on the computer. "You have 60 seconds to hit as many targets as possible. Mark."

"Then don't make them so easy to hit. Besides, you said to fire at the target. You didn't mention hitting it." She said calmly as she once again fired from the hip, easily hitting almost all the targets.

Daln nodded; she was good, really good. "Okay, final test. Type III phase rifle. Put it together correctly in 90 seconds, mark"

Ah the rifle... the one that wasn't so simple. Enalia still had it together with time to spare, but it was a pain getting the pieces to line up as usual. Finished, she stood there with it, looking at Daln. He hadn't said to fire it so she didn't.

"Fire..." he said, getting irritated.

Enalia actually looked at the target this time as she fired, hitting it dead center.

Daln nodded. "You have 60 seconds to hit the targets with the rifle. We also have TR-116s and TR-118s. We will set up something for that..." he trailed off as he frowned at the logistical problem of that. "Mark."

Again firing from the hip, Enalia went through the motions of tracking and shooting all the targets she could, pretty much just as accurately as the prior two runs.

Daln nodded. "Except for the attitude, I'd say you passed. I'll try to get with Cmdr Fairchild about working with the TR rifles. That's going to be tricky." He started going over his notes, trying not to tell off the woman who was, in fact, his boss.

"There are holoemitters all through the ship," Enalia said distractedly. "Computer, access holoemitter arrays and create a replica of the TR-116B rifle with targeting headset and the TR-118, without the targeting headset. Authorization Telvan Sierra Charlie Three." With a chirp the computer replied, both rifles Shimmering into existence on the training room table.

Daln scowled and crossed his arms. "And what, exactly, are you going to fire at and where? Without endangering the crew?" Now he was pissed, and was definitely going to put this in his report.

"Computer, are all holo-safeties still in place?" Enalia asked, to which the computer promptly replied with an "Affirmative." Glaring at Daln, she refrained from completely berating him as she picked up the holographic TR-118. "Apparently I can shoot whatever I damned well please, wherever I damned well please. Next objection?"

"It is not the same as the actual weapon. Security officers all over the fleets know it. There is a different feel to it, as well as in the kickback. That's why security officers generally train with the real thing."

"The Hera has one of the best ship wide holomatrix arrays Starfleet can get their hands on. The training systems, this one included, are designed to be completely indistinguishable from the real thing. We also have a cargo bay converted to a holo-training suite with transporter capabilities and everything. If we wanted to, we can and have kidnapped cadets in the night and dumped them into the middle of a survival program with weapons and enemies that register as real and as alive as the two of us." Enalia ranted and handed the TR-118 to Daln, slightly peeved. "Don't underestimate the Hera, Lieutenant. She'll surprise you at every turn."

Daln knew he had crossed the line. However, he'd be damned if he wasn't going to do his job correctly. "There is a procedure to things. I follow procedure wherever possible, because they've been laid out for a reason. I did not mean to insult the ship or you. However, I want to do my job to the best of my abilities and that includes following procedures."

"Then please review the Hera's training procedures. Now tell me how that TR-118 is different from a real one. The specs are exact, the recoil is exact, and the action is exact. This was a training ship for a while, hence why everything is immaculately reproduced to the smallest detail." Heading over to the nearby weapons locker, she entered her code and unsealed the casing for the 'real' TR-118, bringing that back with her and handing it to Daln as well. "Use both of them and honestly tell me which one is real."

Daln put the headset on and stood with his back to the target, targeting it from behind. He aimed, pulled the trigger, and felt the recoil. He set the rifle down with the headset and picked up the other one. It felt very similar, but he could still tell a difference, small as it was. "This one is the real one. But...I see your point. The difference is extremely small. Still, I would like to train people to use them without firing shots all over the ship in populated areas."

"Computer, remove all holographic projectile based rifles in this room." The computer complied with Enalia's order with a chirp, the rifles vanishing - even the supposedly real one. "There is one TR-116 aboard this ship and Commander Fairchild is the only one that's used it. By the book, we're not supposed to still have it - it should have been recycled immediately after the mission it was replicated for."

Daln frowned. "There are several in the armory...they came aboard when I did. Didn't they tell you?"

This darkened Enalia's mood. They had delivered weapons and she hadn't been notified? Someone's head would roll for this. "No, no one told me that weapons had been transferred aboard or that they had even been requisitioned. Who authorized the manifest?"

"An Admiral. Don't remember the name."

"I mean who on the ship signed for it? Which officer am I going to have to throw out an airlock?" Enalia demanded, clearly upset at this point.

Daln's mouth thinned. He didn't like people threatening his staff. "Ensign Jameson. He probably thought you knew."

"If he didn't tell me, why would I know?" Enalia asked. "I want a complete inventory of all weapons and arms aboard the Hera on my desk by morning. And don't forget my personal phase pistol I normally keep in my ready room," she added, pulling the archaic phase pistol from its holster and offering it to Daln for inspection to show that it was more than a prop.

Daln inspected the power pack, then sighted down the phase pistol and fired at the target, hitting it dead center. "It works. And he's fresh out of the academy, got here last week. Please, try to go easy on him."

"I'll go easy on him once the inventory is reaccomplished." Enalia said as she took back her antique phase pistol and reholstered it. "And I didn't say you can't help him with it. I want to make sure there are no other rifles, pistols, grenades, torpedoes, or whatever aboard this ship that I'm not aware of."

"Aye, ma'am. We'll get right on it." Daln understood the necessity, but still was not happy about it.

Enalia nodded, expecting the situation to be settled. "A word of advice. Angel can be touchy about her personal armory so use some tact with her. Is there anything else I need to do for qualification?"

"No, just the TR's, which we will be doing later apparently." Daln knew enough when to stop. He was receiving lots of thoughts from Enalia that he wondered how vicious the woman could be.

Enalia's memory flashed to the recent disintegration of T'pel in her office before calming down and returning to administrative thoughts. The addition of the TRs to the certifications must be new from the 4 years they had lost. Something else to catch up on, it seemed. "Losing four years is just too much..."

Daln said nothing. He knew how that must have hurt their families. He knew they found out later that the crew had not died, but still...that was a lot of new technology to get used to and a lot of time with family to make up for.

"Anyway, I have more things to review and paperwork. We need to hire a new chef here at New Sydney since our last one met an untimely end." Enalia said as she turned to leave.

"Have a good day, Captain."

"You too, Lieutenant."