[Holodeck One - Deck 5, Foreward - USS Chimera NCC 96899-C]
A fist slammed into the armrest of the Captain's chair.
"Computer, end program!" Rojac shouted in an angry tone.
The room froze. The simulated bridge create by the holodeck's emitters froze the environment in place, but the people manning the station were not moving because of something much more natural - fear.
"Ensign!" Rojac called out loudly in a tone of unmistakable annoyance. "Describe attack pattern Turian-Sigma please."
The young human swallowed a gulp of air. "Turian-Sigma," He stammered, "helm initiates a barrel roll maneuver between to incoming enemies. Tactical engages lateral phaser arrays in wide beam configuaration and arms aft torpedoes to launch at command's order."
"So tell me why those aft torpedoes were not ready." Rojac said. After a long pause, the Captain prompted him again. "Ensign!?"
"I forgot, sir." He hung his head in shame.
"Forgot?" Rojac spat back. "Ensign, you realize were about to embark on the most dangerous mission in your career don't you? And you realize that there is a considerable chance that the safety of this ship may at one point rest in your ability to destroy our foes and protect its crew?"
"Y-y-yes, sir." The Ensign stammered back. "I understand that sir."
"Then damn it, don't forget to arm the damn torpedoes this time!" Rojac replied. He swiveled back around to face the viewscreen - catching an evil smirk from Rayna Dior before he turned around to do the same. "And helm," Rojac called, "a little quicker on the corkscrew next time. Don't worry so much about tossing things about the cabin."
"Aye Captain!" Rayna called back with a wave of th back of her hand. Rojac sensed a bit of sarcasm in her tone.
"Alright." Rojac said. "Computer, restart program."
Rojac ran the tactical team through the simulation a dozen times before he called it quits. He was trying to condition them on tactics to beak through enemy blockades - a skill the just might have to use in their leg of Magna. He also wanted to get a feel for their performance level before he turned the department over to the new CTac that was transferring aboard - Commander Mike Levison. Levison, it seemed, had a few green crew members that needed the crap scared out of them. Luckily, Rojac had broken the Ensign in already.
The Ensign wasn't a bad officer. He was smart, graduating in the fifth percentile of his SSF Tactical classes. He just lacked experience - he was green in SSF lingo.
"You don't think you were to hard on him?" Rayna asked the Captain as the rest o the team filed out of the holodeck.
Rojac leaned back in the chair, plopping his right foot atop his left knee. "No." The Captain replied. "I'd rather yell at him in a holodeck than during the real thing. Besides - he's SSF. He should be able to take it."
"I suppose." Rayna shrugged her shoulders, and took a seat in the mission advisor's chair to the left of command. "But he sure did look embarrassed."
"I'm not worried about his social standing with his buddies, Rayna." Rojac replied, "I don't want him getting people killed because he forgets his attack patterns."
"Fair enough." Rayna replied. "So when does the new CTac come aboard?"
"This afternoon."
"You miss it, don't you?"
"Miss what?"
"Tactical."
Rojac took a deep breath, and stared into Rayna's deep dark eyes. "Is it that obvious?"
"Yes." Rayna said. "It's easy to tell. Your not so hard on the other bridge officers. Hell, it probaby why the turnover rate is so high on the Tactical station. You've gone through one every mission it seems - tossing out one after another because they're 'inadequate'." She stood from the chair and started walking toward the holodeck's arch. "It's a wonder this new CTac took the job at all."
Rojac brought a fist to his mouth in thought. Perhaps he had been a little too harsh on the officers in Tactical over the years. He still viewed it as 'his' department, and he wasn't willing to let it go, but he' have to. Rayna left him alone in the holodeck to contend with his thoughts. He stayed there a good five minutes until yeoman Bio chimed in on his comline.
+Sir, Operations is done with Cargo Bay three.+
Rojac tapped his combadge for his reply, "I'm on my way to the Brige now, Bio. Rojac out."
[End Log]
Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer
Lieutenant Rayna Dior
Chief of Flight Operations
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C