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				Title: <strong>USS McNair - Holodeck [archive]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 21:28:05</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Holodeck</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 19:18:08</strong>
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				Vergil had the few security stations that had been afforded aboard the ship.&nbsp; Given its size and intended purpose, there were less posts within than other vessels, but he could work with what he was given.&nbsp; The brig was in working order as well.&nbsp; He tested the force fields to make sure they were operating at peak efficiency and strength.&nbsp; The lieutenant didn't want any potential guests put on the other side to be able to break free.<br><br>Once he was satisfied, Tosh found his way to the holodeck.&nbsp; Knowing that there was no rush to meet the Captain or other members of the crew, he thought he might relax a bit though his idea of relaxing was probably not like most others aboard.<br><br>His 6'4" frame stepped through the doors into the black walled room.&nbsp; His light brown eyes gave a quick once over before he spoke again to the omnipresent computer.<br><br>"Computer, begin program Training Exercise Three from my personal database.&nbsp; Difficulty Eight."<br><br>"<em>Authorization Required...</em>"<br><br>"Authorization code: Tosh Gamma Victor Nine."<br><br>"<em>Authorization Accepted...Beginning Program...</em>"<br><br>The walls suddenly melted away to reveal what looked like the inside of a generic metallic structure.&nbsp; The walls were made of warped iron and steel.&nbsp; The lights were dim, and the air smelled of stagnant water and rust.&nbsp; Slow billows of steam rose from the floor in places within the mid-sized room that he was now standing in.&nbsp; Five corridors led away from the room, 1 leading away from three directions with 2 leading away from the fourth.&nbsp; Vergil seemed to be alone, but he knew he wasn't.&nbsp; He'd done this exercise enough times to know what to expect, but the program was intelligent.&nbsp; It changed in some ways which were subtle and in others quite noticeably to keep the trainee from getting a sense of complacency.&nbsp; It was both a test and a training exercise in strength, stamina, and adaptability.<br><br>Vergil turned to his right, choosing that particular corridor.&nbsp; He moved quickly but cautiously.&nbsp; Reaching the end of the corridor, a body suddenly dropped down in front of him, booted feet barreling forward to try and knock him from his feet.&nbsp; He was able to slip to the side enough, his body twisting to roll along with the incoming force.&nbsp; As he did, his elbow came down upon the center of the offenders chest, a harsh grunt erupting from the Angosian's throat.&nbsp; "Hragh!!"<br><br>The dummy fell to the ground with a thud though was still quite active.&nbsp; Difficulty eight was on the higher end of the scale which meant several factors were increased, one of which was the ease of which targets were neutralized.&nbsp; It was a generic word.&nbsp; It could mean any number of avenues to take when dealing with an aggressor.&nbsp; For Tosh in the holodeck, it meant lethal force.<br><br>He dropped one knee with all his force, gravity helping in the process, but the dummy rolled out of the way quickly, just dodging the breaking force which would have crushed his windpipe and neck.&nbsp; The human featureless figure spun around, a leg hiking up in an impending kick.&nbsp; Tosh rose one arm to block, but the force was so much that it knocked him several feet to the side.&nbsp; "Mmf!"&nbsp; He fell with a thud and a slight grunt, but being the soldier he was, he rolled with it, standing from his prone position to face his attacker who now came full force, arms moving gracefully with the precision only a computer generated program could provide.&nbsp; What it lacked was sentient adaptability.<br><br>Vergil blocked punches and strikes, giving a few of his own in return, and eventually, he had an opportunity to strike a stunning blow to the figure.&nbsp; It flew back and hit the wall, dazed for a mere second which was all the time that the Angosian needed.&nbsp; His foot struck down and diagonally, impacting with the side of the dummy's knee.&nbsp; The sound of crunching bone was heard as he crippled the humanoid.&nbsp; His arms reached out as it fell down, one hand grasping at a black chin while the other took a grip on the back of its head.&nbsp; A firm and practiced twist, and the figure fell lifelessly to the floor, shattered vertebrae being the killing blow.<br><br>He stood triumphantly over the first of his many targets within the program, not a trace of fatigue or struggle exhibited.&nbsp; Without a moment spared, he turned and continued.&nbsp; <em>This</em> was relaxation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Holodeck</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 19:04:34</strong>
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				A few hours later, the whoosh of the holodeck doors could be heard opening.&nbsp; Tosh emerged, skin slightly damp with sweat.&nbsp; It was really the only sign that he had been doing any strenuous activity.&nbsp; Behind him, the image of the fictional complex he had been training in dissipated to the dull black squares of the holodeck once more.&nbsp; He turned to make his way to the turbolift.&nbsp; He would need to shower and dress appropriately before meeting the others, not to mention carry his comm badge which had been conveniently left with his belongings.<br><br>When he stepped out of the lift onto deck 2, the faint but noticeable aroma of food wafted into his nostrils.&nbsp; For him, it was strong and fragrant, even from this far away.&nbsp; His sense of smell was quite heightened because of his genetic engineering.&nbsp; Someone was cooking something.&nbsp; While he could probably go longer without food, there was no need.&nbsp; He might as well join the others as was customary to do.&nbsp; Make introductions and friends even though the thought of doing such was not appealing.&nbsp; Interpersonal relationships were not his forte, so he steered away from them generally.<br><br>Once in the confines of his quarters, he took a traditional shower.&nbsp; He preferred water to the sonic technology offered.&nbsp; It was an experience his mother had introduced him to at an early age, and ever since, he had grown to enjoy the feel of them to its sonic counterpart.<br><br>He donned his uniform, two gold pips presented at the collar to display his rank.&nbsp; A phaser was equipped at his side as was the regulation for any security officer let alone the Chief of Security.&nbsp; Finally, his comm badge was set in place.&nbsp; He took a few steps toward the door before stopping, looking down to the floor.&nbsp; His fingers came up to adjust his collar as his head turned up again.&nbsp; "Here goes..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Holodeck</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NosCorventius</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 04:39:37</strong>
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				A few minutes after the holodecks doors had clicked shut, Lewis emerged from the holodecks memory core where he had been hiding. <br><br>"Computer run program Picard Hill Beta, chapter one, Enviromentals only." Lewis smiled as the office of Private Detective Dixon Hill materialized around him, complete with oak desk, filing cabinet and the steady stream of 1940' Car noises outside. He pulled the old wooden swivel chair out from be <br><br>"Computer open ship wide comm channels to my location, monitoring frequency only." <br><br>"That command is only accessible by Command Personnel. Authorization required." <br><br>"Engineering-Authorization-Omega-4-7"<br><br>"Protocol override accepted, Access granted" <br><br>suddenly the radio to his right flicked on and began to be filled with several conversations that he knew were occurring all over the ship......<br><br>"Captain.&nbsp; I have an initial report for you to look over.&nbsp; I have been studying the layout and positioning of the McNair's plans.&nbsp; In order to best counter any intrusion, I have come up with this contingency plan of action.&nbsp; It is still in its roughest form, but I plan to add more details as I continue my work.&nbsp; I would appreciate any input you have on this."......"Thank you Lieutenant, I'll review the plan you've created. I'd like you to send a copy to Commander Osiel as well. He would have good insight into the plan."<br><br>"Commander, I trust that your morning is going well, and that the briefing was just as informative for you as it was for me?"...."Care to join me for a cup of coffee?"<br><br>"Lt Lugus, lets assemble your peoples and mine in Astrometrics and work on a portable temporal disruptor to protect any away missions members from negative effects via these chronitrons.&nbsp; Once we get a working device we can then run it over to sick bay and make sure its safe to the individuals wearing them. What say you, sir?" ......<br><br>"Yes of course Lt. Duncan McGalleon.&nbsp; Keval th-Zarth is already on the bridge I shall go and brief him on what we intend to do then we shall meet you in Astrometrics to see what we are able to come up with.&nbsp; It also may be a good idea to find out who will be assigned to the away team.&nbsp; Different races could be affected differently by the temporal disruptor itself."<br><br>"Temporal disruptors...finally something i think i can help with." Lewis said as he jumped from his seat with a bang and dropped the pencil he'd idily been chewing on. "Computer save current settings under Lewis Default Alpha six." <br><br>"Program saved."<br><br>"Excellent. Day is definatly looking up." <br><br>Lewis smiled widely as he snapped his fingers and disappeared.<br><br>(Proceeding to Astrometrics)
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