Members Two and Three
Posted on Sun Mar 12th, 2017 @ 7:07pm by Lieutenant Commander T'Pral Jordan & Ensign Shavni & Warrant Officer Cerus Read & Chief Petty Officer R'Tor
Mission:
Cardassian Mayhem
Location: Armory
T'Pral entered the ship's armory, carrying a PADD in her left hand. In the armory were Warrant Officer Cerus Reed--a male Betazoid, and Chief Petty Officer R'Tor--a male caitian who were both busy cleaning their phaser rifles.
R'Tor looked up. "Hello ma'am. You're not here to clean weapons too are you?"
T'Pral was serious as she ignored the question. "I'm glad I found you two. I want you to join a proposed team of four highly trained security officers, to aid the Intelligence Department's team and to take on high risk away team missions. So far the team consists of Ensign Shavni and myself."
R'Tor produced a toothy grin as his tail flicked back and forth excitedly. "Count me in, ma'am."
Read also grinned. "I'm up for it," he said, ravishing the thought of getting to work closer with T'Pral and Shavni.
"Good. Meet Ensign Shavni and myself in Holodek One at 1630 hours. Come in training gear," T'Pral said as she turned and exited the armory.
T'Pral was already in the holodeck, which was set up with a arrid background of desert and rocky mountains. Ensign Shavni, CPO R'Tor, and Warrant Officer Read entered, all wearing tank tops and shorts. "Reporting as ordered ma'am," Ensign Shavni reported.
T'Pral nodded. "Welcome. I have selected you all to be a part of a highly trained security team that is ready and capable to deal with any situation that may arise. You will have the opportunity to select specialized weapons later but today I want to judge your basic skills and begin to get used to working together as a team--to act as one. You all have excellent phaser qualifying scores. However, we will be focusing on hand to hand and close quarters combat against any opponent from Orion pirates to the Borg to augmented soldiers to dangerous wildlife. First, to illustrate the need for teamwork, rank is not present from within this group. In this group, we are all equal and you will answer to me and me alone. Am I understood?"
"Yes ma'am!" the three officers replied in unison.
"Good. Choose your weapons from the weapons rack," T'Pral gestured to the replicated rack holding various melee weapons from a variety of species.
Ensign Shavni picked up a Earth Katana sword, while Warrant Officer Read chose a Klingon Mek'leth. Chief Petty Officer R'Tor chose extended claws from Cait.
"Good. You have chosen weapons you are all familiar with," T'Pral complimented. "Computer load T'Pral training scenario Beta One. Level 12 and begin."
The holodeck was replaced by the interior of a Borg Cube as red lasers shone in the team's direction, ignoring T'Pral as several Borg Drones moved in on the team from all directions.
"Shit!" Shavni exclaimed, turning and seeing that they were surrounded, holding her blade in a ready position. "What's the plan?"
R'Tor produced a toothy grin as he hunched over, his tail flicking from side to side. "We fight!" he growled before his legs sprung him in the direction of the closest Borg group as his claws tore through flesh and circuitry.
<15 minutes later>
"Computer, end program," T'Pral said as the environment returned to the holodeck. On the deck, Shavni, Read, and R'Tor all laid, gasping for air, sporting bloodied/torn clothing and a few bruises.
"Shit, it hurts to move," Shavni groaned from her back on the deck.
"Hell, it hurts to breathe," Read commented as he forced himself to sit up.
R'Tor was taking a knee, taking in several deep breaths. "What was the point of that program, ma'am?" he said, looking up at T'Pral as she approached the group.
"I wanted to see how well you did in a onslaught of enemies, which is a scenario if we ever are forced to board a Borg vessel. I am impressed that you all managed to defeat thirty-five Borg before being overwhelmed."
"We will meet daily after your duty shifts to train. Tomorrow we will begin physical training so I advise that you all get some medical aid and plenty of rest."
T'Pral then turned and walked out of the holodeck.
Read chuckled as he slowly got to his feet and extended his hand to Shavni. "What do you two think?"
"I don't know," Shavni said as grasped Read's hand and was helped to her feet. "But I am still here. We're here because of Dover, O'Shea, and DeA'th. I don't plan to let them down."
R'Tor nodded as he and the other made their way to the holodeck's exit, "same here. Now, if you two don't mind, I'm going to grab me a Nip Shake."
Read looked confused. "What's a Nip Shake?"
Shavni laughed. "A catnip scented milkshake."
