Sharpening Her Claws

Posted on Mon Jul 24th, 2017 @ 5:56am by Fleet Admiral Donatella Figueroa

Mission: S01E01 - At the Brink of Night
Location: Deck | Target Range

If there was one thing that a Commanding Officer should be able to do and willingly so, it was lead their men and women into battle. Be that above in the sea of stars or on the surface of any planet regardless of how inhospitable the terrain may be. This was something Fig strongly believed in. She was not always one to be quick to take arms, but the war most certainly changed that. She was no longer the shaky handed Yeoman carrying around reports from Departments and Divisions and handing them over nervously to the awaiting Captain. No, not anymore and definitely not since the war.

She wore the pants now. More than that, she bore to burden, responsibility, and had the respect of a crew of her own. The Musashi was her command and this crew was hers. Now, this was not the original crew of the Musashi she had been given a while back. Some of them had lost their lives while others resigned or transferred in fear of joining the body toll that Fig had started piling up.

The Captain was not a marksmen by any means. She was qualified on some hand phasers, but when it came to the larger and heavier duty weaponry, she left that to security personnel and the Chief Weapons Officer. However, that did not mean that Fig was about to just stay on her Bridge when the going got tough.

When the need arose, she would place herself in the same line of fire as any of those 'red shirts' that starships sent down. Albeit with the uniform selected for the Musashi, those 'red shirts' were more of a bronzed copper. Her own little nickname for them was going to be 'copperheads,' relentless fighters who would give their lives to protect the crew and ship.

She was no copperhead. However, she was responsible for them. She was responsible for them all. Be they security, science, engineering, or worked elsewhere aboard the starship. This was why she was at the target range with one of the newly issued phaser pistols in hand. "Calm your breathing...focus...point, squeeze" she said quietly to herself as she put the actions to the words as the first target became illuminated off in the distance. She fired and just clipped it on the side.

"Damn it!" she shouted knowing that had the target been a Klingon, a hit like that was not going to render it unconscious. It would have probably continued on and managed to get a shot or two off at her or someone else, possibly killing them. Her second target illuminated closer to her than she expected. She quickly rolled out of the way and fired off a blast hitting it squarely. "That's more like it" she said pleased with herself.