<div class="floatright">(http://img850.imageshack.us/img850/3046/a01b.jpg)</div>The practice on Holodeck 3 went on for some time, with Tisha diligently sending out a pulse whenever one of them failed to properly stay under cover.  Of course, they could shoot her for points as well, but her program didn't register pain to any significant degree, and she knew not to expose herself unnecessarily.<br/><br/>Towards the end of the round, one of the partners saw an incoming blast and shoved his partner away, sending her sprawling to the ground but dangerously close to having her head bashed in on a rock.  "I'm sorry," he said as he stepped forward, and received a prompt blast from Tisha just as time ran out.<br/><br/>"Remember your surroundings," she told him.  "You weren't wrong to push her out of the way, hitting the ground is better than being disintegrated unless you break her neck in the process.  Next time, I want you to make sure that you know where to shove her in the event that you do need to get her out of the line of fire."  His only response was a curt nod, which she returned.  "Class dismissed."<br/><br/>She clicked her communicator which doubled as her mobile emitter, transferring the functions so that the holodeck would no longer need to sustain her, before deactivating the holodeck.  It took only moments for the computer to relay her assessments of the training simulation to Lieutenant Commander Greylin.<br/><br/>When the Captain's announcement came through, Tisha listened in silence.  It wasn't difficult to find her, and she could be ready at less than a minute's notice were she selected for the mission.  She spent her time instead checking through some of the logs, picking up on one non-classified entry which seemed to have bounced around quite a bit between a few places.  Something similar came up in her databanks, which required some checking before she checked for and found the location of Empola Largran.  From there, it was just a short jaunt towards the mess hall.