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Day 33 [1830 hrs.] - At the Range.
AT THE RANGE

STARDATE 57639.97
APRIL 12, 2381
1830 HRS

[ Lt. Cmdr. Andrew Fisher | Holodeck 02 | Deck 08 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Sqweloookle

It may have taken a few days, but Fisher had finally started to settle into his new surroundings aboard Theurgy. In fact, he'd finally managed to find some decent sleep the night before, no doubt stirred on by a pleasant late-night experience he'd shared with someone. It had gone a long way toward renewing his will and desire to do more than read reports, issue orders, and brew over delays and setbacks. So much so, that he'd also managed to make time to seek out one of Theurgy's physical training facilities, specifically the main upper gymnasium located on Deck 06. There he'd gone through the strenuous exercise regimen he'd adopted years earlier, that had served him well enough in keeping him in shape, as well as alleviating some of the perpetual stress carried in his permanently damaged lower back. He had been feeling more like himself, and as part of that he'd decided to seek out a little additional training after cleaning himself up in one of the gym's sonic showers.

He'd had a particular Holodeck program in mind as he exited the turbolift on Deck 08. One he'd stumbled across a day earlier when absently perusing through a list of those that were available, and though it was technically a personal program of one of Theurgy's Officers, he didn't see the harm in checking it out. Besides, it would save him from having to create a program of his own.

"Thea. Please punch up program, Kingston. Alpha-Tango. Two-Two." He ordered as he stood just outside of the Holodeck doors.

[The program is running.] Thea replied an instant later, and Fisher nodded in acknowledgement before stepping through said doors.

Immediately, he felt the heat of the artificial sun projected overhead, blazing in an open and clear blue sky as in the distance, he heard the sound of wind gusts picking up gravel throughout what was a recreation of an outdoor shooting range, located somewhere in North America. It was almost like being home again, he thought. Almost. Holodeck programs were surprisingly realistic and could fool you into thinking they were the real thing with incredible accuracy. But that didn't change the fact that in his mind, he knew that almost everything around him was being generated by light emitters, and projected force-fields. Still, this program seemed more real than others, given the complexities and imperfections in the general landscape, leading him to believe it'd been a recreation of somewhere that actually existed.

Approaching a long row of divided wooden tables, Fisher struggled in the sunlight to look over the wide assortment of weapons that had been generated and laid out neatly. At least until he noticed a few sets of polarized sun-glasses and protective headsets also laid out for use. Retrieving one of each, Fisher slipped the glasses on and was glad to be able to see clearly again. The headset he hung around his neck, not necessarily needing it just yet, but also keeping it readily available for when he would. Which would be soon. His now protected eyes scanned the contents of the many wooden tables, and he began to recognize many of the ancient-Earth firearms that had been recreated for this program. Clearly, whoever had made it, was an aficionado of sorts. There were muskets, flint-locks, breach-loaders, repeaters, bolt-actions, semi-automatics, and full-automatics; a plethora of old projectile weapons favored during the 19th through 21st centuries.

There was also a table of modern energy weapons, ranging from Starfleet designs, to that of Romulan, Cardassian, Klingon, and even Jem'hadar. It was quite an assortment, Fisher thought. Turning to face the opposite direction, he saw a long open pitch of land with range targets set at different distances, all the way out to a kilometer, and even further.

"Not a bad program." He commented to no one as he selected a breach-loading rifle from the table, specifically an old Remington Rolling-Block Rifle, that had been from some time in the mid-19th century. There was an admirable crudeness to the wood and steel designs of old Earth weapons like this one, that conveyed a pleasant tactile sensation when holding. Energy weapons never seemed to duplicate that feeling, though they were often times far more effective in neutralizing targets. Unlocking the breach by turning down the rolling block, Fisher then opened it to inspect that it wasn't loaded. On the table, just adjacent to where it'd been resting was a small carton of brass cartridges that seemed the right fit, so he selected one, and slid it into the chamber of the firearm, before closing the breach once more.

Slowly he stepped away from the table, and after remembering to put his ears on, he brought the rifle up to bear on his shoulder and exhaled deeply as he lined up the sight picture, before holding his breath, and squeezing the trigger. The concussive force and bang of the gun might have startled someone else, but Fisher had been through programs like this one before. Maybe not as diligently programmed, but still, he was used to the abrupt nature of ancient firearms and had struck center-mass on the one hundred-meter target he'd been aiming at. A satisfying ping echoing from down the range to announce his accurate shot.

"Not bad at all." He remarked with a sense of satisfaction.
  • Last Edit: June 29, 2020, 06:33:14 PM by Swift
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[ Lieutenant JG Adam Kingston | Security Center, Master-At-Arms Office | Deck 07 | USS Theurgy, Vector 02 ] Attn: @Swift

Just another day at the Klingon shipyards over Aldea, the once legendary world with a cloaking device but now having to rebuild their knowledge about everything but the Arts. Adam felt sorry for their ancestors who decided to put their lives in the metaphorical hands of a computer, he wanted them to see their world as it is now and the damage that decision cost their descendants.

Though that was impossible. He hoped that when humanity gets to a stage where they'd explored enough and were at peace with the other powers or managed to get them all to join the Federation, that humanity will remain active in pursuing dreams, active research and maybe the occasional conflict or two to keep the restless from making any bad decisions. Adam would seek to do things, alone if he had to, he vowed.

In front of him at the table were 3 exosuit sets, he was cleaning and maybe patching if any missed the maintenance rounds. Adam got a rag and cleaning solution, got to work on the boots of the first set. It was mundane work but A. it had to get done and B. he found it relaxing. He'd had enough of Aldea for a while with the Pirates, and pretending not to be what he is: Starfleet.

He will make the Parasites pay dearly for what they have done to Starfleet and the Federation. He hoped that Captain Ives was also interested in helping the other powers clean house of the Parasites as well if they believed the Captain or not. They just had to catch one and keep it alive, maybe if they could put Nicander's parasite on display? Perhaps if he brought it to his department heads attention then they could have a discussion about it at the next senior staff meeting?

Thea then appeared on the other side of the table. She greeted him before informing him that one of his personal holodeck programs was being used by another officer, and one of the new arrivals as well. Adam thanked Thea but asked her why she allowed someone else but him access his holodeck programs as he quickly finished the first exosuit's cleaning before putting it all into a neat pile.

She seemed unable to answer and vanished. He rolled his eyes and left his office and made his way to holodeck 2.

[ Holodeck 02 | Deck 08 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ]

Adam entered the holodeck and at the arch programmed for a pair of eye shades to block most of the light out. He made his way to the weapons practice area and found a man standing at the target range holding a rifle. It was slightly smoking, so Adam deduced that the man had fired the rifle.

He sidestepped to see the target and it was hit in the center. Adam was fighting the urge to be impressed with his annoyance that someone accessed his programs. "You are aware it is rude to run programs that do not belong to you?" Adam said as he folded his arms and assumed a puffed up stance to look bigger. He momentarily didn't consider what to do if the man was a superior officer.
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Lowering the rifle from his shoulder, the Chief Intelligence Officer took a deep breath of contentment as he re-cocked the hammer, and then opened the breach to extract the spent casing, which fell softly to the gravel coated ground beneath him. Fisher had been unaware that behind him, an arch had appeared, and through it had stepped the owner of this particular holodeck program, Lieutenant Kingston. Through muffled ears he heard the comment made to him and turned to face the man. He was careful to keep the rifle pointed down and away, demonstrating a significant knowledge of trigger and muzzle discipline, as though he'd been through a training course on proper range protocol sometime in the past. Slipping one of the protective ear-cups off to allow him to better hear, he momentarily appraised the Master-At-Arms before speaking.

"You must be Lieutenant Kingston?" he asked, reaching out with his right hand to offer a greeting as he held the rifle in the fold of his left forearm.

"Oh, right sorry... I'm not uniformed." He remarked, understanding that he'd come right from the Gym, and though he'd afforded himself a shower in the wake of a moderately strenuous exercise, he'd not opted to change back into a proper uniform. Instead he'd chosen to remain in a standard issue set of Theurgy sportswear. "I'm Lieutenant Commander Andrew Fisher." He introduced himself. "I apologize for accessing your program, but when I found it listed, it seemed too good to pass up checking out. I had a similar range program saved at one point but wasn't able to fit it into my isolinear catalogue before making the trip to Epsilon Mynos." The program he had in mind wasn't nearly as well articulated as this one though, and hadn't seemingly been based off of a real-world location, as this one appeared to have been.

"Hope it doesn't bother you too much." He said as he walked back to the tables lined with various weapons, replacing the Remington rifle.

"It is a hell of a decent program." His comment spoke of the assumption he'd just made, that the Lieutenant wouldn't press the issue. As he then examined the assortment of firearms laid out before him, he looked back to the other man. "Damn fine selection of available arms as well. It's not often that you'll see a program with Remington Rolling Blocks, Martini Henrys, and Sharps Rifles all rendered with this much accuracy. Either you really know your stuff, or whoever made this program does." Fisher had of course reviewed the crew manifest, and having now remembered seeing Kingston's name, recalled that the man was assigned as the Master-At-Arms for Theurgy, which meant it was just as likely that he was the expert behind this fine program.
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[ Lieutenant JG Adam Kingston | Holodeck 02 | Deck 08 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Swift

As the other man turned around Adam couldn't help but do a down-up inspection of him. Well built and wearing those tight sports gear did not help stop his mind from fantasizing. No! Stop it! He chided himself and listened to the man as he was offered a hand. Adam slowly reached out to accept it.

The man introduced himself as a Lieutenant Commander, but not his department. Adam wasn't sure what to make of that. Why keep it to himself? Adam wondered and shook the superior officer's hand twice before letting go. "Yes, I am Lieutenant Kingston," Adam answered, "sir."

Another archaic firearms hobbyist it would seem as he knew his 21st century weapons. He himself had searched high and low for all the information he could, as well as any surviving pieces from that time and gaining possession of them was hard work. Adam at times was only allowed to take holoimagry of the weapons as he took all angles, closeups and scans of them all.

Considering the detail of the program Adam looked at his work and grinned. He had done well. Though he was still annoyed as he gestured at the other man. "Thank you. I did my best, though it would have been nice to have been asked first, sir, as I am sure you would like to be should someone run one of your programs without your permission." Adam said though he was done with that side of the situation.

"Is the Remington rifle one of your favourites?" He asked moving onto more pleasant discussion as he walked over to the assortment table. A bow and quiver full of arrows was on the table as well along with other types. He liked archery as well, he sometimes thought about designing such a similar weapon with current day technology. Adam wondered what it would be like as he waited.
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[ Lt. Cmdr. Andrew Fisher | Holodeck 02 | Deck 08 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Sqweloookle

"Please... no need to stand on formality here. I'm off duty. Drew is fine." He explained as the man had confirmed who he was. Fisher in turn nodded as an acknowledgment, feeling it necessary to press on with the issue at hand. "Noted." He said simply, willing to make a conceit to the Junior Lieutenant, if he was so inclined. "If you'd like, I can end the program now, and forget it ever existed." There was a genuine tone to his voice, as though he hadn't meant to intrude into the man's private programs. "I didn't mean to offend." Slipping off the heavily polarized sunglasses, he appraised Kingston with his green eyes for a moment, to gauge whether or not this would indeed be a lingering concern. Fisher understood that he'd crossed a line in accessing the program without prior approval, but hadn't figured on something like a firing range causing much of an issue. He wondered if perhaps this program had some other sort of significance to Kingston.

However, he could sense that the Master-at-arms wanted to move on as he shifted topics. He was interested in whether or not Fisher had a favorite among the weapons.

"Hmm... oh, the rolling-block?" he regarded the weapon as it now lay on the table again. "It's up there." He confirmed, though not necessarily willing to identify it as his absolute first preference. "There's just something grounding about these old firearms. Take the rolling-block for example; it just takes you right back to the American Frontier. Hunters would use them to bag big game, feeding their families as they made their way west across the plains." It was clear that Fisher had an appreciation of ancient American history, and that much of his interest in these weapons stemmed from there. "The weapon was so effective, that the irresponsible frontiersman nearly hunted Bison to the brink of extinction." His attention then went to another wood furnished firearm, and his fingers ran over it in a tactile sensation.

"The old Henry Repeater. The kind that Wild Bill Hickock, and Cowboys would wield during old west shootouts. To get to even touch one of these, even if it's just a holographic re-creation, is an awesome thing." He moved down the line a little more. "Not sure I have a specific favorite... but... well, actually..." he stopped before an arrangement of mid-20th century weapons and selected one in particular. "...this! This might be the one." He regarded the weapon in his hands, his eyes trailing over it with an appreciation. "The M1 Garand." He exclaimed. "Y'know, my great, great great... well, my American ancestor held one of these when he stormed the beaches of Normandy during Earth's second world war." Supporting the rifle with his left hand, he selected an enbloc clip from the table, and examined it momentarily.

"He saw that weapon all the way through to the end of the war and brought it home as keepsake afterward." Carefully, Fisher held the charging handle of the rifle with the back of his hand as he pressed the enbloc into the magazine, thus preventing his thumb from being accidentally 'bitten' by the bolt carrier upon release. His thumb clear, he released the charging handle, and the action chambered a round neatly. "That same rifle hangs in a display to his memory on the wall in my family's brewhouse back home, in Boston." Looking down the iron-sights of the rifle for a moment, Fisher grinned at having the opportunity to wield a weapon similar to one his ancestor had taken into actual battle. Looking back to Kingston after lowering the rifle, he realized he'd gone off on a sort rambling nostalgia.

"How about you? Any of these hold a special place in your mind?" he asked, honestly interested in uncovering this mutual interest.
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[ Lieutenant JG Adam Kingston | Holodeck 02 | Deck 08 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Swift

Well he wasn't quite ready to use first names or nicknames, Adam smiled. "You're forgiven sir and I'm not comfortable just yet with such informality, I'm a creature of habit, may I request time." He asked with a chuckle.

"Are you referring to the recoil? In terms of grounding." Adam asked, he had moved to stand at the table with the bow and quiver full of steel capped arrows. "I firmly believe that we will need archaic weapons at some stage as for however advanced an enemy may be, they will not be able to defend well against the primitive."

Adam gave Andrew an appreciative head bob. "A feeling of touching history, it is powerful, I agree." Adam agreed and smiled.

"Personally I prefer the Bow and Arrow, I did Archery at the Academy and during high school." He said as he picked up the Ancient Egyptian bow and quiver full of stone arrows. The bow was beautifully carved and made from wood that had various hieroglyphs all over it. The bow that was next to it is far more flowing design, and had no known languages on it. It was Elven from the old Earth fantasy writings that were common as many humans wanted to believe in myths and legends and so made real weapons that looked to be from those mythical species.

Adam himself actually would like to meet those species if they do exist, though it could be said Vulcans are the space Elves. Not so much the Romulans, though Elves were known to be manipulators. Orcs could be the Klingons, they share a warrior culture. Dwarfs were another story as there weren't really any subterraneum height challenged species yet encountered by the Federation who specialised in mining and weapon forging. Yet anyway.

The bow Adam held was already strung and ready to use. He picked up the quiver and slung it over his torso as he approached the same place Andrew had been standing when he used the firearm before. The Master-At-Arms pulled out an arrow, somewhat jerkily considering that they had been on the run he hadn't had much time to get any practice in, put the arrow tail into the string and expertly pulled it back. His elbows in just a little off perfect form, he took a slow breath and let loose the arrow a few moments as he aimed it.

It impacted the center of the target, maybe a smidge off to the right. He smiled still.
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