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===by === | ===by Scott Lusby and Daniel Belin=== | ||
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: "Redshirts Under Fire" | |||
Joint Post by: Scott Lusby (LCDR Gar Th'elenth) and Daniel Belin (LT John | |||
DeSimms) | |||
SD: 2260.192<BR> | |||
MD: 1.1545<BR> | |||
Setting: Gymnasium, H-Deck, USS HOOD<BR> | |||
Lieutenant Commander Gar Th'elenth stood next to the HOOD's Chief of | |||
Security, Lieutenant John DeSimms, and panned his view across the assemblage | |||
in front of him. | |||
It was a large assemblage, too- that's why this meeting was in the Gym- what | |||
with 250+ engineers and 200+ security personnel, a big room was needed just | |||
so they all FIT. | |||
Gar's engineers were standing at parade rest on the left side of the large | |||
group. His antennae twitched as he began to speak. "The results from the | |||
drill were TERRIBLE," he began. "Yes, you were thrown some wrinkles; yes, | |||
it was only a drill...but the results were plain UNACCEPTABLE." | |||
He paused; no one spoke a word during it. "What pains me the most," he | |||
continued, "is that most of the problems could have- no, SHOULD have been | |||
avoided." | |||
The Andorian began to walk down the front row of his men, slowly. Then, he | |||
stopped- in front of Chief Kowalczyk. "You attacked a squad of Klingon | |||
shock troops trying to enter Auxiliary Control." | |||
Kowalczyk stood rigid. "Yes, Sir." | |||
Th'elenth's antennae pitched forward. "Tell me- are you a security | |||
officer?" | |||
"No, Sir." | |||
"So why did you attack them?" | |||
Kowalczyk appeared confused by the question. "Sir-- I know it was just a | |||
drill, but...well, they were Klingons, and they were trying to take control | |||
of the ship." | |||
Gar nodded. "Yes, they were," he said. "And though your courage and | |||
determination are admirable, you didn't THINK about situation closely | |||
enough- and it got you and your team 'killed.'" | |||
Gar stepped back from Kowalczyk. "Don't worry, Chief- you weren't alone; | |||
several other DamCon teams did the same thing, each resulting in the same | |||
problem- they were killed." | |||
"Begging the Commander's pardon," Kowalczyk spoke up, "but what SHOULD we | |||
have done?" | |||
Gar held his temper in check; someone at his rating should really know | |||
better. "What you SHOULD have done was wait for one of Lieutenant DeSimms' | |||
teams to arrive," Gar said loudly. "They are the experts in small unit | |||
tactics and in close-quarter fighting, not you; you are experts in emergency | |||
repairs. You all heard the intruder alert warning over the comm; you knew | |||
Security had been dispatched to the area. You should have waited, and | |||
assisted them IF they asked for it." | |||
Kowalczyk swallowed hard. "And the 'plasma fire'?" | |||
Gar stepped back to the chief, now only a few centimeters from his face. | |||
"It could have waited a few minutes; waiting a few minutes is better than | |||
never getting it done, Chief." | |||
"Now, Security. I wish I had nice things to say to you," said DeSimms, | |||
narrowing is eyes. He continued, "You shouldn't have taken so long to get to | |||
the intruders. You have engineers attempting to deal with a plasma fire, and | |||
they can't because of the Klingons. That's where you are supposed to come | |||
in." | |||
At this point, one of the security team leaders, Szymczyk, interrupted | |||
DeSimms. "Sir, respectfully, the turbolifts went down and we got stuck in | |||
them." | |||
DeSimms cut the Ensign off, "That's a lesson to you. Don't use the goddamn | |||
turbolifts, one button pressed and there goes your attack. The point is, by | |||
the end of this week I want you to know this ship better than the damn | |||
engineers. Got it?" | |||
Now Gar took the floor again, and began addressing his engineers again. "On | |||
top of continuing to drill alongside Lieutenant DeSimms' teams so as to | |||
avoid further problems in this area, there will be times that they CANNOT | |||
get to your area quick enough and you'll be left to your own devices. In | |||
THOSE situations, well, you may end up defending a position instead of | |||
fixing it." | |||
He paused again before continuing. "So, for the next several weeks, I want | |||
everyone here to brush up on their basic combat skills- marksmanship with | |||
your phaser and hand-to-hand combat. I realize that you're Engineers, and | |||
that the Academy only gave you a basic working knowledge of each, but it | |||
seems to me that a bit more is needed. My people have a saying: 'A warrior | |||
first'- and while Starfleet considers us explorers first, this drill | |||
illustrated the need to be prepared for ALL contingencies." He gestured to | |||
DeSimms. "The Lieutenant has been kind enough to offer Security's services | |||
to help you 'reacquaint' yourselves with your inner warrior." | |||
The Andorian paused again, and looked straight at Kowalczyk. "If we're | |||
going to fight, we may as well learn how to do it right," he said, the | |||
corners of his lips curling slightly as he recognized the spark behind | |||
Kowalczyk's eyes. | |||
"Okay, I want everyone back in this room at 0800 hours. We will start with | |||
phaser marksmanship, so I advise you to stop by the armory to get a phaser | |||
issue. My second in command, Luther, will lead the engineering practice, and | |||
I will lead the security drills. Dismissed!" | |||
<<NRPG- from Scott>> | |||
All- just tying off the drill repercussions with a nice JP. ;) | |||
Respectfully Submitted,<BR> | |||
<BR> | |||
-- Daniel F. Belin<BR> | |||
/\ LT John DeSimms<BR> | |||
Chief of Security<BR> | |||
USS HOOD NCC-1703<BR> | |||
<BR> | |||
AND | |||
<BR> | |||
-- Scott Lusby<BR> | |||
/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth<BR> | |||
Chief Engineer<BR> | |||
USS HOOD NCC-1703<BR> | |||
ASR: ORIGINS<BR> | |||
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