Unity – A Relaxing Training Session - Part 02
by Colonel James Darson
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He bent his knees, and leapt with all his might, catapulting himself at a remarkable velocity almost 5 meters into the air. His armored fingers found purchase on the rocky vertical surface, and, after planting his feet, quickly and quietly climbed the rest of the pillar, crouching like a ninja on top.
Now possessing a commanding view of the immediate area, he looked carefully over the edge and was rewarded with a glimpse of a tiny distortion in the air, an unnatural shimmer, and the slight movement of dust around the assassin’s feet. He was moving well, but Darson’s eyes were better trained than most.
He reached behind him again and withdrew a long coil of thin wire. As the invisible man below turned the corner and pointed his rifle where he suspected Darson to be, Darson himself sprung into action, expertly dropping the wire coil down.
Taking into account the location of the shimmer and the dust at the feet as well as several other factors, Darson had mentally calculated the approximate location of the assassin’s head. And once again, his accuracy was perfect.
The wire flew silently down and coiled around the man’s invisible neck, forming a perfect circle in midair. He didn’t even have time to struggle as Darson crossed his arms and hauled at the wire. He was garroted instantly, his rifle clattering to the cave floor as he flew into the air, clutching in vain at his neck as he died a silent and painful death. A couple of seconds later, he was gone. Darson pulled him up and deactivated the cloaking device. The pointed ears and defined face, and pale complexion all confirmed his suspicions that the squad after his life was indeed comprised of Romulans, probably top ranked Tal’Shiar operatives. He quickly scavenged the helmet specifically the communications gear, and quickly tuned in on the secure frequency the rest of the holographic hitsquad was using.
He was greeted by repeated urges for the dead man to check in, expressed in traditional Romulan dialect. Darson leapt silently to another pillar as he listened to the chatter, moving like a shadow against other shadows and after a moment of searching located the rest of the team, converging slowly on the base of the pillar where he had originally taken shelter. He took a minute to analyze their formation and come up with an appropriate response.
As one of them passed underneath him, he left off the pillar straight down to the ground, landing right on top of the shimmer. The Romulan’s body crumpled with a sickening crack and sparks from the shorted out cloaking device as the considerable weight of Darson’s armored bulk drove him into the ground. He leaned down and snatched up the dropped disruptor rifle and flicked the setting to maximum as he snapped off a shot at a shimmer that had rushed around a corner a couple of meters away. The green round caught the object dead in the center mass, since taking headshots on an invisible target was just a silly risk.
A newly revealed black clad figure was thrown backwards several meters by the force of the blast as she was vaporized. Immedietly and with no fan-fare, he spun again as he hard another set of feet coming up behind him, talking quietly over the comm. Channel demanding to know what had happened. Darson moved forward with amazing quickness and met the assassin at a junction of pillars. The distance was far too short to risk a disruptor blast, especially one at high power.
So he instead settled for tucking into it, and unleashing a massive melee attack with the butt of the rifle. It caught the shimmer dead center and knocked it down to the ground, disruptor pistol flying off elsewhere. Darson raised the rifle to deliver the killer blow, and brought it down with unfathomable speed. However, the assassin rolled out of the way, displaying reflexes on par with Darson’s.
He smile to himself. Apparently, the simulation was designed to get harder if he found it to easy.
Perfect.
The rear end of the rifle was crushed in the impact and Darson tossed it away, spinning to face the enemy. The cloaking device shimmered out of existence. Darson knew from experience that personal cloaking devices couldn’t hold up in extended CQC operations, and the assassin knew it too.
Darson and the man stared at each other for a second, each of them perfectly communicating their killing intent to the other. Then as if some unknown cue had been heard, they sprung into action, flying at each other and dissolving into a flurry of strikes.
Darson’s style of assassination combat relied nearly completely on killing techniques, and as such, he went for them as quickly as possible. Eyes, nose, throat, heart. But the difficulty of the enemy had increased, and he found himself at a stalemate with the hologram, which irritated him somewhat. He couldn’t even get a solid hit in through the Romulan’s impeccable defense, while he was actually hard-pressed to defend against the hologram’s fierce attacks.
Darson was in a hurry to finish this, because the more time that he wasted with this one, the more time the remaining members had to surround him and close the net.
As the assassin threw a speedy straight that might have been able to crack through his armor, Darson intercepted the fist with his left hand, and spun around to the right, coming around the outside. His right elbow, loaded with centrifugal force, spun insanely fast, perfectly aimed towards the base of the Romulan’s neck. Just as it was about to connect, the Romulan’s hand intercepted his elbow, and he spun around in response, attempting to trap Darson in a joint lock.
Darson smirked to himself and fought it for a second then spun around, going with the lock. As he turned around, he was offered a clear shot at the man’s black clad side. He took it immedietly, sending out a vicious palm strike, catching him in area of the kidneys. A spray of blood and a choking sound came out of his mouth as the Romulan released the hold and stumbled back, clutching his side and his mouth. Darson was up and on him in a flash, pushing him up against the pillar and delivering fatal knife hand to the lower chest that punctured the armor, destroyed the heart, and exited the other side, sending a shockwave through the pillar. He withdrew the blood stained hand and took a brief second to confirm the kill. After he studied the dead eyes, he was off in another flash.
TO BE CONTINUED:
Lieutenant Colonel James Darson
Marine Commanding Officer
6th Combined Operations Group
by Colonel James Darson
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| Title | A Relaxing Training Session - Part 02 | |
| Mission | Unity | |
| Author(s) | Colonel James Darson | |
| Posted | Mon Feb 01, 2010 @ 6:05am | |
| Location | Deep Space - Normandy Class Carrier "U.S.S. Nimitz" | |
| Timeline | SD 17 - 0330 |
He bent his knees, and leapt with all his might, catapulting himself at a remarkable velocity almost 5 meters into the air. His armored fingers found purchase on the rocky vertical surface, and, after planting his feet, quickly and quietly climbed the rest of the pillar, crouching like a ninja on top.
Now possessing a commanding view of the immediate area, he looked carefully over the edge and was rewarded with a glimpse of a tiny distortion in the air, an unnatural shimmer, and the slight movement of dust around the assassin’s feet. He was moving well, but Darson’s eyes were better trained than most.
He reached behind him again and withdrew a long coil of thin wire. As the invisible man below turned the corner and pointed his rifle where he suspected Darson to be, Darson himself sprung into action, expertly dropping the wire coil down.
Taking into account the location of the shimmer and the dust at the feet as well as several other factors, Darson had mentally calculated the approximate location of the assassin’s head. And once again, his accuracy was perfect.
The wire flew silently down and coiled around the man’s invisible neck, forming a perfect circle in midair. He didn’t even have time to struggle as Darson crossed his arms and hauled at the wire. He was garroted instantly, his rifle clattering to the cave floor as he flew into the air, clutching in vain at his neck as he died a silent and painful death. A couple of seconds later, he was gone. Darson pulled him up and deactivated the cloaking device. The pointed ears and defined face, and pale complexion all confirmed his suspicions that the squad after his life was indeed comprised of Romulans, probably top ranked Tal’Shiar operatives. He quickly scavenged the helmet specifically the communications gear, and quickly tuned in on the secure frequency the rest of the holographic hitsquad was using.
He was greeted by repeated urges for the dead man to check in, expressed in traditional Romulan dialect. Darson leapt silently to another pillar as he listened to the chatter, moving like a shadow against other shadows and after a moment of searching located the rest of the team, converging slowly on the base of the pillar where he had originally taken shelter. He took a minute to analyze their formation and come up with an appropriate response.
As one of them passed underneath him, he left off the pillar straight down to the ground, landing right on top of the shimmer. The Romulan’s body crumpled with a sickening crack and sparks from the shorted out cloaking device as the considerable weight of Darson’s armored bulk drove him into the ground. He leaned down and snatched up the dropped disruptor rifle and flicked the setting to maximum as he snapped off a shot at a shimmer that had rushed around a corner a couple of meters away. The green round caught the object dead in the center mass, since taking headshots on an invisible target was just a silly risk.
A newly revealed black clad figure was thrown backwards several meters by the force of the blast as she was vaporized. Immedietly and with no fan-fare, he spun again as he hard another set of feet coming up behind him, talking quietly over the comm. Channel demanding to know what had happened. Darson moved forward with amazing quickness and met the assassin at a junction of pillars. The distance was far too short to risk a disruptor blast, especially one at high power.
So he instead settled for tucking into it, and unleashing a massive melee attack with the butt of the rifle. It caught the shimmer dead center and knocked it down to the ground, disruptor pistol flying off elsewhere. Darson raised the rifle to deliver the killer blow, and brought it down with unfathomable speed. However, the assassin rolled out of the way, displaying reflexes on par with Darson’s.
He smile to himself. Apparently, the simulation was designed to get harder if he found it to easy.
Perfect.
The rear end of the rifle was crushed in the impact and Darson tossed it away, spinning to face the enemy. The cloaking device shimmered out of existence. Darson knew from experience that personal cloaking devices couldn’t hold up in extended CQC operations, and the assassin knew it too.
Darson and the man stared at each other for a second, each of them perfectly communicating their killing intent to the other. Then as if some unknown cue had been heard, they sprung into action, flying at each other and dissolving into a flurry of strikes.
Darson’s style of assassination combat relied nearly completely on killing techniques, and as such, he went for them as quickly as possible. Eyes, nose, throat, heart. But the difficulty of the enemy had increased, and he found himself at a stalemate with the hologram, which irritated him somewhat. He couldn’t even get a solid hit in through the Romulan’s impeccable defense, while he was actually hard-pressed to defend against the hologram’s fierce attacks.
Darson was in a hurry to finish this, because the more time that he wasted with this one, the more time the remaining members had to surround him and close the net.
As the assassin threw a speedy straight that might have been able to crack through his armor, Darson intercepted the fist with his left hand, and spun around to the right, coming around the outside. His right elbow, loaded with centrifugal force, spun insanely fast, perfectly aimed towards the base of the Romulan’s neck. Just as it was about to connect, the Romulan’s hand intercepted his elbow, and he spun around in response, attempting to trap Darson in a joint lock.
Darson smirked to himself and fought it for a second then spun around, going with the lock. As he turned around, he was offered a clear shot at the man’s black clad side. He took it immedietly, sending out a vicious palm strike, catching him in area of the kidneys. A spray of blood and a choking sound came out of his mouth as the Romulan released the hold and stumbled back, clutching his side and his mouth. Darson was up and on him in a flash, pushing him up against the pillar and delivering fatal knife hand to the lower chest that punctured the armor, destroyed the heart, and exited the other side, sending a shockwave through the pillar. He withdrew the blood stained hand and took a brief second to confirm the kill. After he studied the dead eyes, he was off in another flash.
TO BE CONTINUED:
Lieutenant Colonel James Darson
Marine Commanding Officer
6th Combined Operations Group