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Post by Marcus Brahms on Mar 11, 2008 22:22:08 GMT
Mr Mitchell.
You will undergo two weeks' training at the Academy, under the instruction of Captain Naois Mercy.
Please begin your training (On this thread) by posting your arrival at the Academy and report to the Commandant..
Good Luck.
Adml Brahms.
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Post by Blake Lee Mitchell on Mar 11, 2008 22:35:38 GMT
Blake boarded the shuttle heading for the Pheonix sector, the next few days and weeks would be spent either flying the shuttle, or sleeping. His good friend, Beth Latham joined him, so they could alternately rest, while the other took them closer to the destination.
"Wake up" cames Beth's voice
"Wha...." Blake hardly even had chance to finish what he was saying, before she interupted him.
"We are here" she said exitedly.
It was hard for Blake to get exited, although he had looked forward to joining starfleet for so long, he was so tired he couldn't enjoy it. He drifted off again, and Beth took the shuttle towards the giant starbase, she gained permission to dock, and the shuttle glided into the huge shuttle bay doors, and she sat the shuttle down, and then violently shook Blake to wake him once more.
This time, Blake felt a little bit more energetic, and got up and deprated the shuttle. He parted ways with Beth, and went to report in. He look at a padd he was given before setting off for starbase ressurection, he was to report into a Captain Naois Mercy, thankfully he was able to get directions from a commander near by, and he got there with out getting lost, now all he had to do was report in. He pressed the chime the captains office, and waited for a reply)
(tag Captain Mercy)
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Post by Naois Mercy on Mar 30, 2008 18:37:09 GMT
The Vulcan counselor/captain waved the youngster into his office and motioned for him to take a seat. "I shall be with you in a minute cadet," he offered, "I am just in the process of sending a subspace communication to my wife." He finished his message with a slight smile, then looked up at the newcomer. "And you are?" he queried, "I was not informed that I was about to have a second cadet."
He rummaged through the stack of PADD's on his desk, then raised an eyebrow when he found the appropriate one. "Ah, Cadet Blake Lee Mitchell, desire to train in the arts of security and tactical maneuvres. Please, tell me more about yourself. Why tactical and security?"
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Post by Blake Lee Mitchell on Mar 30, 2008 19:04:34 GMT
Blake was givin the go ahead to enter, and was beconed to to sit, but had to wait a moment or two while captain Mercy did something.
"Ah, Cadet Blake Lee Mitchell, desire to train in the arts of security and tactical maneuvres. Please, tell me more about yourself. Why tactical and security?"
Blake pondered for a moment, thinking what he could say, he found though, once he had started he just couldn't stop.
I was born in the British city of Manchester. My parents, Ray, and Julie Mithcell, were cargo pilots and frequently left me with friends to go on shipping missions. Im not prud of it, but I was always a mischievous child, and was often in trouble at school.
All through school I made it by the skin of my teeth, barely passing tests, and escaping from exclusions frequently. In my years of secondary school I grew up popular and known by all in school and enjoyed his experience in school until the age of 14.
During a cargo run near the Romulan neutral zone, my parents ship was boarded by a Romulan patrol ship and the small crew of two were accused of smuggling weapons. my parents were slaughtered and their ship destroyed by the Romulans.
After that, I grew up in foster homes till I graduated from high school. During my last years of secondary school, a woman of the name Terra Alexander adopted me. Terra was at the time engaged to Steven Forrester, a Starfleet officer on board the U.S.S. Angel. After my foster mother married Steven, he was told that he would have a foster brother. Justin Forrester arrived two months after the Alexander/Forrester married. Me and Justin until recently never got along and frequently fought, I think Justin resented me because of my foster mother. Justin is now the assitant chief ops officer aboard the U.S.S. Challenger and we try to keep in touch regularly.
I signed up to be with his best friends Daryl Martens and Sonia DeCosta here. I thought I would do tactical and securty because of my years of experience in fighting and physical contact in school.
Blake sat, waiting for a response from his new acad instructor.
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Post by Naois Mercy on Mar 30, 2008 19:37:44 GMT
Naois sighed. "I asked about your motivations to choose tactical," he pointed out, "I did not ask for your entire personal history." He tapped the PADD. "I have that right here, and I shall save that for the required counseling session later on. Right now, I would like to hear your motivations to choose a combat position."
The Vulcan leaned forward, resting his arms on the desk before him. "We shall be moving our venue to holodeck one shortly, where you can show me your current skills in phaser fire and hand-to-hand combat. As per the rules, the safeties shall be on so none will get hurt in the process. When you complete that to my satisfaction, we shall move to a shuttlecraft simulation."
off: mr mitchell please include quotation marks when using speech, it makes it easier to discern from other parts of your posts.
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Post by Blake Lee Mitchell on Mar 30, 2008 23:15:53 GMT
"Sorry sir" Blake said
He thought to him self about what Mercy had just said, after all he did ask about him, so he answered that question, and the fact that he had joined starfleet with friends and had choose tac/sec because of his years of physical contact in secondary school.
"We shall be moving our venue to holodeck one shortly, where you can show me your current skills in phaser fire and hand-to-hand combat. As per the rules, the safeties shall be on so none will get hurt in the process. When you complete that to my satisfaction, we shall move to a shuttlecraft simulation."
The physical hand to hand combat part Blake looked forward to, it was something that was seconed nature to him, but holding a phaser was somthing diffrent, he had only ever held a model phaser as a child, let alone ever fired one. He had seen his foster farther handle and fire his on many occasions, but Steven never let Blake any where near it because of his past, soo he would get his chance to show his in-experiance with it, something he hoped wouldn't hold him back.
(Tag Captain Mercy)
off: sorry about the lack of speech marks, I usually do put them in, It was just a slip up
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Post by Naois Mercy on Apr 1, 2008 18:31:36 GMT
"Very well, follow me," Naois replied as he rose to his feet. "No, finish your drink first." In one swallow, he finished his own, still reasonably hot tea. It was a blend Valeia had programmed into his replicator before the Phoenix' departure and he had come to enjoy it as it constantly reminded him of his wife.
He missed her already, even when the Phoenix was gone only a few hours by now. She had come to say goodbye and though it had been brief, he had enjoyed her proximity. "Finished?" he asked, as he set his empty mug back into the replicator to be recycled.
Giving the cadet no time to respond, the Vulcan strode out of his office, fully expecting the youngling to keep up with his long strides. Without looking back, he marched on to holodeck one. "Academy firing range," he spoke as he typed in a sequence of commands, "engage safeties on level five."
=^= Program ready =^= the computer responded.
Now, Naois looked back, pleased to see Mitchell had kept up with him. Together they walked in and Naois handed him a type II phaser. "Walk with me cadet," he said, after picking up another phaser for himself.
A few paces away, he peered into the distance, the pointed. "There are five targets to be hit," he announced, "each are ten meters apart, the furthest being at one hundred meters, the closest at fifty meters. Try to hit the center of the target." Quickly, he fired five shots, then showed Mitchell the result. Only the furthest two were not hit central of the target but the others were reasonably close to it.
"Once you have mastered this, we shall proceed with the phaser rifle," he continued, then stepped aside. "Continue."
(mr mitchell please describe elaborately how you are progressing and how you feel doing it)
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Post by Naois Mercy on Apr 5, 2008 22:42:23 GMT
Mr Mitchell, you have not posted in 6 days. Post before Sunday evening, 20:00 BST, or your training will be ended and your account deleted.
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Post by Blake Lee Mitchell on Apr 6, 2008 13:05:47 GMT
Blake took the type II phaser, and watched him as he made light work in blowing the targets into small pieces. The program was then reset, and Blake took his position, around where Captain Mercy was stood. He held out his arm, and felt unsure with the way he was holding it, he looked, and focused on the middle of the first target, then he fired.
He smiled to him self and felt elated as he had just hit it almost pefectly on his first go. He moved on to the seconed, did the same thing, but he didnt do quite as well this time round, and he couldnt help but feel an overwelming disapointment.
(I will end this post once I am either over the Tonsillitis, or mid week, which ever comes first)
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Post by Naois Mercy on Apr 6, 2008 18:48:04 GMT
"I see we may need more practice here," Naois commented, checking the cadet's results, "are you left or right-handed cadet? Otherwise you might wish to try using your other hand. Some people, though right handed by default, do favour their left hand for using firearms and vice versa. Personally, I am completely left-handed, therefor I use a different rifle than you will be using."
He ordered the computer to reset the targets, and move them in a different order, this time making them move slightly and emit a sound. Blindly, he fired at random from where the sounds emerged. "With enough practice, you will become a good marksman," he promised, resetting the targets again. "Your turn."
Naois watched as Mitchell fired his next set of shots and though still not all on target, the Vulcan could see improvement. "Tomorrow, we shall practice with a rifle. You may continue if you wish after we have gone through the first class of personal combat. Do you have any experience in such arts?"
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Post by Blake Lee Mitchell on Apr 9, 2008 17:24:42 GMT
After the tall Vulcan had left, Blake got back to training, he did a few more target practise rounds. In each round Blake was still not doing the best he knew he could, and what he thought he should be doing.
"I guess this is what the academy is for" Blake said, realising that there was no one around to hear it, he spent another hour or so, firing time after time at motionless targets, each time hittting them better, and the pause between each one becoming shorter.
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Post by Naois Mercy on Apr 9, 2008 17:36:15 GMT
Mr Mitchell, 4 lines do not constitute a post. Please get more creative and edit your post into something at least 10 lines long in total. That I get to reply short does not mean you do.
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Post by Blake Lee Mitchell on Apr 11, 2008 17:50:49 GMT
Blake moved onto somthing he was more familar with, physical contact. To him it was second nature, a thing that to most people, was a little dauting, and somthing they feared, not Blake, he relished it.
"Couter, run battle scenario 5" he said, the the scene changed from a firing range to an old Klingon brid of prey. He used to love this back hame, and knew it inside out, the different sections, Hirogen, Klingon and even human.
He grabed a near by bar, as he always did in this programe, and began to move towards a door, witch slid open, Blake steped through before it closed again, and took a swung at the awaiting klingons.
He only managed to hit one, the others dived behhind some barrels. Blake snarled, irritated by this he threw his foot at the drums, knowcking several klingons over in the process, the one he had hit previously, had recovered and was now making his way into a position to which he could attack Blake, he was wise to the action having run this program so many times before, and turned swinging the metal rod once more, this time he lost grip and it went flying, crashing into the metal of the wall, sending a ringing sound around the room.
Blakw found him self surrounded by 4 Klingons, and situation he had never been caught in before, and something he was determined to get out of. He allowed a Klingon to make the first move, leaving his abdomen open, Blake took advantage, and immendiatly punched him there, causing him to crash to floor, holding his gut. 2 others attepmted the same, but rarther stupidly caught each other instead of Blake, and fell to the ground. He Jumped on the Klingon he sent crashing before and delivered blow after blow to his skull, knocking him out.
He then stood over his lifeless body, and wiped his hands in a manner some one would if they where brushing of dust, and began to walk towards another door.
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Post by Naois Mercy on Apr 11, 2008 18:12:02 GMT
Naois quietly observed from the sideline, having stood there for quite some time now. It appeared Cadet Mitchell had never noticed him coming back into the holodeck, and that concerned him. "Cadet Mitchell!" He stepped forward as the visibly startled cadet whirled towards him. "Focus!" the Vulcan snapped, "had I been an enemy, I could have killed you right then and there, since you obviously never noticed I re-entered this facility."
He tugged at his uniform jacket, then held out his hands. "Computer, quarterstaff, length one point fifty meters." The rod appeared in his hands and he experimentally swooshed it back and forth a few times. "Attack," he ordered the cadet, "and focus. Do not fight without your mind set to it, be aware of your surrounding for someone might take advantage of your distraction in battle. Trust me, I have been in such situations before, and it nearly cost me my life."
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Post by Blake Lee Mitchell on Apr 14, 2008 15:06:31 GMT
"Cadet Mitchell!" He stepped forward as the visibly startled cadet whirled towards him. "Focus!" the Vulcan snapped, "had I been an enemy, I could have killed you right then and there, since you obviously never noticed I re-entered this facility."
Blake listened intently, although he had noticed the Vulca, he didnt say it. Blake hadn't percived him to be a threat, and there fore took no action, it was somthing he regreted, but it was somthing he had to put aside.
He tugged at his uniform jacket, then held out his hands. "Computer, quarterstaff, length one point fifty meters." The rod appeared in his hands and he experimentally swooshed it back and forth a few times. "Attack," he ordered the cadet, "and focus. Do not fight without your mind set to it, be aware of your surrounding for someone might take advantage of your distraction in battle. Trust me, I have been in such situations before, and it nearly cost me my life."
Blake was already in this mind set, after the remarks that had, to be honest, got him slightly irritaed. Blake steped back, and turned away, but at the same time focused on what Captain Mercy was doing, Mercy took a swing at Blakw from behind, which was what he wanted, he ducked, turned at the same time throwing his leg out, it connected knocking him to the floor, he was about the lay it to him, instead he threw the bar away, and helped him to his feet, he figured the embarrasment he had just suffered to be enough. "Next time, dont be so predictable" he warned, but at the same time smiling, trying to make a joke out of it, hoping his instructor would see the funny side of it, even if Vulcans aren't known for this.
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Post by Naois Mercy on Apr 14, 2008 20:18:36 GMT
As Naois stepped back to avoid a possible return swing from the cadet, he hadn't anticipated the cadet's next move and thus tripped over the out-stretched leg. He landed flat on his back, the quarterstaff knocked from his grip as he fell. To his credit, the cadet held out a hand to help him to his feet.
Feigning acceptance, Naois took firm hold on the outstretched hand, then yanked it forward, unbalancing the cadet before lashing out with his own foot, catching him against the back of his knee. Blake buckled under the attack and went down himself.
The Vulcan gracefully rose to his feet and retrieved his weapon, leaning on it as he glanced down at the fallen cadet. "As I said, focus, cadet Mitchell. Never offer your enemy your hand, and at present I am posing as your enemy. Try again."
He poised himself for another attack, holding the quarterstaff out before him to deflect any blows coming his way. "You may wish to procure a weapon of your own," he stated gravely, before swinging the wooden pole in Blake's direction, catching him against his arm with a loud twang, followed by the sound of bones breaking. A second attempt had the cadet gracefully dancing away though he was clearly in pain, upon which Naois nodded approvingly. "Focus," he insisted, "I could fight you blindfolded, and still win."
off: blake please note Naois is an experienced officer and trainer, you would never be able to easily floor him as you did.
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Post by Blake Lee Mitchell on Apr 14, 2008 20:30:40 GMT
Blake Lunged, the comments where begining to get too him, he sliped, but as he did so knocked a create into Mercys path, sending him to the floor too. Blake's arm throbed, the pian was intense, but he wasnt going to let it get to him.
He staggared to his feet, but Mercy had got there before him, and just kicked Blake back down, he noticed a thin cord on the floor, he grabed it quick with the tall Vulcan noticing, and blocked blow after Blow with his arm, as he slowly got back to his feet, he then threw a punch, catching him by suprise, he took his chance, he wraped the cord round his neck and began to tighten. Mercy let go of the wooden rod, Blake wasn't about to make the same mistake twice and continued to hold the cord firmly round his teachers neck, slackening it every so often so he could take a quick breath, enough to ensure his survival.
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Post by Naois Mercy on Apr 14, 2008 20:40:54 GMT
The cadet's fighting was certainly improving rapidly, the Vulcan noticed as he barely managed to hold the cadet off. Once, he went down as well but he recovered just as quickly. Until the cadet caught hold of a cord lying on the training field; a cord that was supposed to have been tied around a bundle of rods for storage.
Caught off-guard by Blake's seeming ingenuity, Naois realised too late what he had in mind. With his good arm, Blake landed a good punch at his jaw, sending him staggering back in surprise before the cord was wrapped around his throat.
Naois struggled, both the cadet as well as his own sudden fear of strangulation, clawing at the rope around his throat, eased every so often to allow him to gasp for breath. That didn't keep him from slowly starting to black out and gradually his struggles eased as he started to pass out. "Enough," he managed, wondering if the cadet actually heard.
off: blake, please use a spell check on your post, it is littered with spelling errors. additionally, do please elaborate on your writings. You put several actions into the one phrase. Rather, write them out a little more and space them over several paragraphs, like for example I am doing.
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Mike Rampton
USS Dark Phoenix
Commander
It's gonna be a 'long' flight !
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Post by Mike Rampton on Apr 14, 2008 21:15:02 GMT
Mike had entered the holo-deck shortly after the training session had begun. Because of the setting, he had been able to remain unobserved. He was here to watch both Instructor and Cadet, but mainly Captain Mercy, as part of his annual assessment ..
Seemingly feigning acceptance, Naois took firm hold on the outstretched hand of Mitchell, then yanked it forward, unbalancing the cadet before lashing out with his own foot, catching him against the back of his knee. Blake buckled under the attack and went down himself.
Rampton knew that Naois was actually having to watch his step with this Cadet ..
As he picked up his staff, he suddenly, and without warning, struck Mitchell on the arm .. Mike grimaced, he almost 'felt' the radius bone in his lower arm broke.
Mike was more than surprised, as it seems was Naois, at the recovery time from the blow. Because Mitchell suddenly leaned forward, as if falling, and landed a perfect upper cut to the Captains jaw .. Rampton grinned, it wasn't often that Mercy was caught off guard. But then Mitchell followed through the movement, and grabbing a loose cord, he wrapped it, one-handed round the Captains throat, forcing him bodily to the floor in the process .. Rampton had to hold his position, but he knew the Captain was shortly going to be in trouble. even with the holo-deck safeties, it was going to burn ...
"Enough !" Mike heard his friend say, but for a second it didn't seem Mitchell had heard ..
Naois was in no real danger, but Mike felt it was time to call a halt to the session ...
"THATS enough Ensign !" he said, stepping into the open.
Mitchell's eyes darted to the newcomer, then he relaxed his grip on the cord .. Mitchell and Rampton lifted a groggy Captain Mercy to his feet.
"Computer .. End program." Rampton said, then looking at Mitchell, "You'd better get to sick-bay .. I'll see to the Captain."
"Aye Commander." Blake said, heading toward the exit ...
"You certainly showed him !" Mike said to Naois, and both men grinned ..........
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Post by Naois Mercy on Apr 15, 2008 8:57:05 GMT
Naois lifted an eyebrow to indicate surprise, then grinned as well. He was somewhat unsteady on his feet and his face had turned an odd shade of green/blue due to the brief lack of air. Ruefully, he rubbed his throat. "I believe I am getting old," he stated mockingly, "either that or I need to train more often. He was quick and I did not anticipate that particular move." His voice sounded odd as well, little more than a whisper or a croak.
Now, the Vulcan rubbed his jaw. "And he lands a mean right punch. But, he was no match for my staff." Naois leaned heavily on the five-foot pole while accepting his friend's support. "And I should get to sickbay as well, to check on my cadet as well as have this bruise taken care of. It hurts..."
With Rampton's support, Naois made it to sickbay where he silently took Donolly's scolding, having the grace to actually look contrite and embarassed, for Donolly's sake if anyone's. "How is Mr Mitchell?"
Donolly snorted as he held a dermal regenerator over Naois' jaw. "You broke both bones in his arm," he said accusingly, "did you have to do that?"
"No," Naois admitted, "I did not. But I did, and it showed his ingenuity in battle." Again he rubbed his still sore throat. "I had not seen that coming, and if Mike had not showed up, it may have taken a turn for the worse."
This time, the old man actually cuffed the younger one, soundly at that. "That's for being stupid," he snapped, before walking off to take care of Mitchell. "You'll need a cast for a few days," he informed the security cadet, "how is your use with your left arm? You will still need to continue training, and it would, as security trainee, be quite useful for you to train yourself on being ambidextrous."
Doctor Antoine Donolly glanced in the direction of Naois. "Captain Mercy has never learned that particular feature, it will have you an advantage in combat, no doubt, and a greater survival skill."
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Post by Blake Lee Mitchell on Apr 15, 2008 16:14:25 GMT
Doctor Antoine Donolly glanced in the direction of Naois. "Captain Mercy has never learned that particular feature, it will have you an advantage in combat, no doubt, and a greater survival skill".
Blake looked over towards where Captain Mercy was sat, with the instructor Blake hadn't seen before, "I'll bare that in mind" he said with a little snigger. He was surprised at how easy he had defeated the Vulcan once he had got into his stride, and again how Mercy hadn't anticipated Blake's cord move, never the less he had won the battle, Blake just hoped he had proved he was a good enough candidate for the job.
Blake was told to lie down, in a rather commanding voice, something Blake did with no questions asked. As the MO began to put the cast on his arm, Blake reflected on what took place within the Holodeck, and what could have happened if the second instructor hadn't showed up. Blake was in a mind set of 'Kill first ask questions later', something that wasn't needed for that particular situation.
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Post by Naois Mercy on Apr 17, 2008 19:30:15 GMT
The next morning, feeling more refreshed than the day before, Naois walked back into the holodeck, which he had reserved for the morning. "Ah good morning Cadet Mitchell, did you rest well?"
Absentmindedly, he rubbed his throat where the day before, the youngling had almost strangled him. He had vowed it would not happen again, he would be more cautious. Antoine's unexpected physical cuffing had surprised him, but if Antoine was forced to respond as such, he feared how Valeia might respond. He could envision her anger, and he was certain she would extract certain promised from him he had no desire to make under the circumstances. Instead, he promised himsef that he'd be more careful from now on.
He had doublechecked the holodeck safeties, discovered an unacceptable marging of error, corrected it, then activated the program. "Safeties are functioning properly now," he announced. "Cadet Mitchell, are you famliar with the 20th century game called 'lasergaming'? Because in a more recent fashion, it is what we shall engage in this morning. You will have a holographic team and I shall have the same. Your objective is to capture me within two hours time. My objective is to capture you. Physical violence is allowed but will reduce your scoring. Ingenuity is better. Your phaser rifle and phaser shall be set to light stun and will be jammed at that setting so there is no point trying to change it."
He handed the cadet the modified rifle, then checked his own just to be safe. "A hit on a hologram will score as a kill. If we hit eachother on any limb, it will score ten points, a hit on the back will score you five points as it is cowardice to shoot someone in the back. A full frontal hit will score you fifty points. A stun will last ten seconds for both of us. Do you have any questions? If not, the holodeck will turn dark for one minute so we can position ourselves anywhere. After that, the hunt is on."
off: mr mitchell, i would have you write a lengthy post of at least 300 words, detailing your hunt for Captain Mercy. You may stun him several times, but you may not resort to extreme use of violence of any sort to injure him. An injury through a fall from stun is permissible.
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Post by Blake Lee Mitchell on Apr 21, 2008 20:38:22 GMT
To Blake, this was unfamiliar ground. Assaults were something Blake had never done before, and he knew this was going to test everything about him.
As the light went out, his gut tensed, he suddenly felt as those it wasn't possible, then he ducked under some near by barrels, as the light returned to normal. To scared to move. Blake began to count to get him self over the fear of failure, at the end of the day it was just a simulation, not the end of the world, and he suddenly felt an over whelming pressure to get away from where he was. He peaked over the barrels, noticing some near by buildings, and realising his team had done the same thing as himself, he ordered several of them to head over to the near by metal stairs, watching for any hostile targets. Although Blake’s gut still felt tight, he crouched to the steps, and the officers followed behind like lost puppies.
They reached a door, "Breech it!" he barked, but at the same time keeping his voice low enough so Captain Mercy wouldn't hear him. They did so, quickly and quietly, but nothing was found of any interest. "2 members on that dam door, if any one and I mean anyone come through, stun them, and do not shoot to kill!" He said, with distinct commanding attitude to it. They watched, the rain out side poured down, Blake was still feeling slightly queasy, but it was sub siding.
Blake headed over to a near by window, and crouched down, form here he had a good view of the court yard, and from what he could see, no one was down there, which he had expected to begin with, now the hunt was really on. It was Mercy’s turn now to make the next move, either to risk it and make a break across the court yard, if he knew where he had gone too, or to find and alternative route to the building entrance, something which Blake was hoping on.
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Post by Naois Mercy on Apr 22, 2008 19:27:24 GMT
Mr Mitchell I believe I told you to detail a hunt....I am not seeing it.
Some of his team were hidden behind various objects in the street, but Naois himself had taken refuge on the roof of one of the buildings. He lay flat on his stomach and peered down his rifle's barrel through the sighting scope. He had a clear shot of his target but he held off for now.
"Move in and take his team out," he whispered into his combadge, then watched his holographic team move out at once. He peered down the barrel again, then quietly pressed the trigger. Naois was in range enough to briefly stun his target and watched him topple back as the yellow beam struck him squarely in the chest.
Now discovered, the Vulcan scrambled back, jumped to his feet and raced off, jumping from roof to roof with the rifle slung across his back. He fell as the yellow beam of one of the holograms struck him in the shoulder, numbing his entire right arm for the duration of ten seconds.
He got back to his feed, slid down the next roof and rolled over as he struck the ground. After another roll he landed back on his feet and ran on. He needed a place to hide; especially now he knew he probably had annoyed the cadet off with his little trick. His holograms would keep Mitchell's holograms engaged, forcing the cadet to come after him on his own.
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Post by Blake Lee Mitchell on Apr 22, 2008 19:39:05 GMT
Blake feel to the ground, stuned from the rifle shot his instricto had just fired. He couldn't belive how he had managed it. Blake thought he had every exit covered, instead he had just left him self open by being so close to a window.
"Where did that come from?" Blake shouted. "A roof top, over there" one of the holographic men shouted back.
The 10 seconds soon passed, and Blake climbed on to his knees, the holograms where now engaged in a dog fight with the rival holograms, but one of them had managed to score a hit on Mercy's shoulder. This ment one thing, Blake had to go it alone, with no back up from his team at all.
Blake climbed a near by ladder to the room of the warhouse, and began to run along its edge. Blake had to suddenly sieze to a holt, the gap was more like a canyon than anything else, he took several step back, before taking the leap. He misjudged it, and now was holding on. Trying his best not to look down, he scrambled on to the roof, once he had done so, he rolled on to his back to catch his breath for a few seconds, before get back to his feet to persue the hunt. Both Blake and Mercy would have to meet at some point, most likely where the roofs converged on each other, Blake had to jump once more, this time, he got it right. Just as he landed, a golden blast from a phaser rifle hit the position he was at just 3 seconds ago. Blake didn't see where the shot came from, be he paused, and returened fire in the direction of which it came from, he didn't know if he had hit his mentor or not.
Continuing the chase, Blake got to where the roofs met quickly and with out another mess up like he had on the first jump. There was hatch, where you could get down into the building, the cover was off, Mercy was inside, waiting for him. Blake grabed a stun granade, which he had aquired from the warehouse, and droped it down the hatch, it exploded, and Blake made a break for it down the ladder, and into another room, not noticing if Mercy was there or not, he didn't want to stay and find out, he thought it best to keep moving, somthing he quickly began to regret.
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Post by Naois Mercy on Apr 22, 2008 19:59:32 GMT
very good, keep this creativity up...now the spell check and i am a happy instructor.
Naois had hid down one of the storerooms, which were covered by angled hatches, similar to old Earth storm rooms. He would need to come out soon enough to be able to keep up his hunt. However before he could decide, something was dropped down his hidingplace. His eyes widened in disbelief as he recognised the item for what it was, and he was trapped.
Fortunately, the stungrenade would have the same effect as the phaser rifles, but the cadet would score for ingenuity this time. There was a blinding flash before he felt himself go limp in response to the explosion, breath knocked from his lungs as he was slammed back into the wall.
Ten seconds later, a dazed Vulcan crawled from his hiding place, dazed but determined. Taking a few seconds to regain his bearings, Naois scanned around, narrowing his eyes as he did so. Cocking his head, he listened for footsteps, then followed. He was still slightly disoriented but he had regained use of his senses enough to continue. Taking aim, he fired once, catching the cadet in the leg, sending him sprawling.
"Do you yield, cadet Mitchell?" he called, drawing himself up to his full size, gazing down the length of his rifle's barrel. He stood somewhat in he shadow of one of the buildings, so that Mitchell wouldn't have a clear shot.
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Post by Blake Lee Mitchell on Apr 27, 2008 17:30:58 GMT
Blake's leg suddenly went numb, and he was sent crashing to the floor. This was it now, Blake had been given the chance earlier to end the hunt, now the tables had turned, it was Mercy's choice.
"FINISH IT" Blake shouted, in hope that Mercy would leave the shadows, and look into the eyes of the person he was about to kill. Although, he wouldn't be killing Blake, he would only be ending a game, but it still felt real. Blake could feel his heart race, and his pulse throb, the feeling was intense, and was like nothing he had ever felt before, the he heard Mercy's voice. "Do you yield, cadet Mitchell?" he asked.
Blake lay there for a moment, considering the commanders offer, there was no way out that Blake could see, there wasn't a chance he could get a decent enough shot at Mercy, the only thing he could try was firing in that direction in a hope to put him off, and then get to his feet and get away, but by the time he was on his feet Mercy would be hot on his heels, maybe it was time for Blake to give up.
He was about to say it, but instead acted on impulse, he fired in the direction Mercy was stood, and then rolled him into the shadows to the side of him, and quietly got to his feet. His heart was racing even faster now, and the sweat poured down his face. Staying within the shadows, he slowly moved round the room to reach another door, and slid it open and stepping through, he closed it in the same manner, and he wasn't sure if Mercy had heard or not, so he jumped to the side, and was once more in the darkness of the shadow.
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Post by Naois Mercy on Apr 27, 2008 18:42:20 GMT
When Naois saw the cadet bring up his rifle, it was already too late to jump aside. The beam struck him squarely in the chest, sending him sprawling. All feeling left his limbs as the ten-second stun kicked in, allowing him to experience surprise over the cadet's ingenuity.
Ten seconds later, he crawled back to his feet, once again fighting the nausea. "I do not like stuns," he murmured as he limped away. In his fall, he had somehow managed to sprain his right ankle, and the pain was more than a nuisance. He held on tight to his rifle, knowing the cadet had scored what would've been a kill shot, had he been human.
"That was very clever of you, Cadet Mitchell," he called, as he entered the building. His slight injury was slowing him down, there was no way he could run even if he desired to do so. However just as he entered, he sensed a presence and also sensed danger. He turned, but was again too slow and Mitchell's beam caught him again.
Naois Mercy slumped against the wall, grimacing as his ego suffered another dent. He was injured and at a disadvantage now, thus he was considering admitting defeat. He looked up when a shadow fell over him.
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Post by Blake Lee Mitchell on Apr 28, 2008 15:33:21 GMT
"That was very clever of you, Cadet Mitchell," Blake heard Captain Mercy call, he just stayed silent, continually trying to breath silently through his nose. He noticed that the tall Vulcan was limping, knowing this, Blake stepped out out the shadows, as the Mercy turned, but he fired quickly enough, and it hit him on the chest, sending him crashing to the ground.
Blake moved back again, and gave a Small confident laugh, he had managed to turn the tables, this time it was in his favor. With the Vulcan injured, or at least he was giving that impression, Blake couldn't help but be sure he would admit defeat.
"Do you yield, Captain Nois Mercy?" Blake asked, still laughing slightly.
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Post by Naois Mercy on Apr 28, 2008 18:29:03 GMT
Laying his weapon aside when he could move again, the Vulcan nodded. "I yield," he said flatly; it was the first time a cadet had outsmarted him in this training and he would learn from it for future reference. "Kindly assist me," he asked, holding out his hand.
Either the cadet would help him up, or he wouldn't. Either way was fine with Naois, he would be able to get to his feet sooner or later but it would be easier with some assistance. At last, the cadet seemed to hold out his hand and, raising his mental shields, Naois grasped it.
"End program," the Vulcan said, watching the program dissolve and the black and yellow grid come back into vision. "You did extremely well cadet. And I suppose now a final test: field medicine. I need you to see to my injuries."
For the first time since the training began, Naois offered a small smile. "If I visit sickbay, my mate will hear of it, and she will not be pleased. In fact, she may insist I never run this program again. And it is a good training program, would you not agree? It does give a good....kick?"
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