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Victria

Unique Observations - Session I

Security Departmental Memo

 

From: Lieutenant j.g. Victria, House of Mordan

To: Lieutenant Commander Atticus Segami, Chief of Security

CC: Captain Ah-Windu Corizon, Commanding Officer; Commander MVess JoNs, Second Officer

 

RE: Reconnaissance and Surveillance Training

 

A thorough search of the security database has revealed that the information and training techniques available to the average security officer are severely insufficient. I have compiled a training program based on standard procedures of which your officers should already be aware, along with several exercises of my own devising that I have extracted from personal experiences and knowledge.

 

Subject matters will cover (but not be limited to) the following:

 

Basics in observation

Information gathering techniques

Data transmission devices

Ship reconnaissance and surveillance

Special-Operations team reconnaissance and surveillance

 

These sessions will be given twice a week for a full two months to all security officers (with each officer being required to attend only one of the provided classes per week), regardless of rank or position. Classes will last approximately one hour, with the final class extending to two hours as trainees will be required to participate in a live-action simulation to test their knowledge. Scores will be assessed based on aptitude and will be delivered for review and determination.

 

Should these training sessions prove to be valuable, they could easily be adapted to other departments that might sometimes be needed during reconnaissance fieldwork. Attached is the proposed lesson plan along with a suggested duty roster for security to better balance the workload while training is in session. The first lesson is scheduled in two days at 0900 hours in Holodeck Two.

 

End Memo

 

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And so began her stint as a trainer. Though teaching was not foreign to her, Victria was none too happy with the prospect. She disliked sharing the knowledge and techniques that had taken her years to gather and perfect. In her opinion, her students were being cheated of the opportunity to learn for themselves, but there was little she could on that account. Humans were short-lived by comparison and had little time to waste. Thus far, however, the group of Ensigns in her first class was failing miserably and over the simplest tasks. Their attempts also seemed half-hearted at best, which was beginning to enrage her.

 

“Enough!” she growled, which brought the muttering to a grinding halt. Pacing in front of the milling officers, she glared at those nearest to her. “Some of you might consider these classes a waste of time, but I assure you that they are vital to your duty as a security officer aboard this ship. Who else will save this ship from preventable disaster if you refuse to be vigilant?”

 

“That is a bit dramatic, don’t you think?” Benjamin Chou asked, though he blanched as her attention swung his way and he remembered who was conducting the lesson.

 

“No, only realistic,” she snapped, scowling at him. “Dramatic would be me telling you that I am going to systematically remove your internal organs and eat them if you venture forth another sarcastic comment.”

 

“I… uh… understand. Please, continue,” he stammered. “Sir.”

 

“This class is about the basic techniques and operations in which each of you should already have a small measure of training. Our next exercise requires visual stimulation. Computer, begin program seven, cycle two.”

 

A few feet in front of the group, a holographic woman appeared and began to walk toward them, smiling. She was attractive for a simulation and had been specially programmed to induce particular responses in the male gender. Her clothing was minimal and left nothing to the imagination. She sauntered a few steps away and cocked one hip out when she paused, red-lacquered nails drumming suggestively on the curve. Long lashes swept her cheeks as she batted them, flirting with the small group.

 

Victria waited patiently for a few moments as the officers to get their fill. Several of them were staring outright, admiring the woman’s assets. However, some of the female officers were becoming restless and were not bothering to hide their disgust. Deciding they’d had plenty of time to study her hologram, Victria called for an end to the simulation. She heard a groan of disappointment from the rear of the group.

 

“Very well… can anyone give me any details about the female?”

 

“She was ah… human,” one male commented.

 

“And… healthy looking,” another added.

 

“And gorgeous,” Chou quipped.

 

“Human is assumed. You have no facts as to her origin, other than she appears humanoid. As to the others, they are generalities and not details. What else?” Victria peered pointedly at some of the female officers.

 

“She was tattooed. Property of the Marakadi Triad,” Sue Martin said dryly.

 

“Tattoo? Where? I didn’t see a tattoo,” Chou said.

 

“Exactly,” Victria replied, turning her gaze to Benjamin.

 

“Oh,” he muttered dumbly.

 

“She was also carrying several kilos of high-grade explosives,” Marcus Boseman said firmly.

 

“How in the hell could you tell that?” Sid Langer turned to stare in disbelief. “I was too busy looking at her breasts.”

 

“Me too,” Marcus commented with a slight smirk. “And I noticed that they were enhanced.”

 

“So? To me, that is a beautiful thing,” Sid replied, smiling back. “I encourage that whenever possible.”

 

“You are an idiot,” Jana Neri said, rolling her eyes.

 

“That may be, but I’m still at a loss at how Golden Boy over there came to the conclusion that she was carrying explosives just because she had breast implants.”

 

“The tattoo? Enhancements? Does that not sound familiar?” Jana asked. “She has the mark of the Marakadi Triad, which means she’s probably one of their agents, known in many sectors for turning themselves into walking time bombs.”

 

“She’s going to blow people up with her boobs?” Sid seemed impressed.

 

Ignoring the comment, Jana continued. “Her job is to infiltrate one of their targets, usually a high ranking official, and blow him up, usually destroying his ship or complex in the process as well as taking out whatever attendants he has.”

 

“Very good, Ensign.” Victria nodded at Jana then glanced back to Sid. “Which means if you spent the evening with her, it would most likely end in your death, along with the death of everyone that worked for you.”

 

“At least I’d die a happy man.”

 

“Idiot,” Sue and Jana muttered in unison.

 

“I am pleased with your conclusions, though not a single one of you managed to detect the true danger,” Victria frowned. “While you were ogling the Triad agent, her counterparts approached silently from behind.”

 

All of the Ensigns turned quickly and their jaws dropped as they realized that three assassins with weapons drawn had been standing behind them during the entire conversation. Suddenly, the phasers discharged, striking the group in a single massive energy blast. Shouts of surprise and outrage rose as the Ensigns reeled from the very physical pain.

 

“That bloody hurt!” Benjamin yelled, rubbing his chest where the blast struck him.

 

“It was supposed to,” Victria replied calmly. “Congratulations. All of you are now dead. Incidentally, I have lowered the safety settings in here, and they will decrease minutely each session. If your actions end in death, you will feel the consequences acutely.”

 

“That isn’t ethical!” Jana protested. “Torture of a Starfleet officer is against regulations.”

 

“You have no idea what true torture involves,” Victria said darkly, her tone daring any of them to make the comparison again. “Failure is not an option. That slight reminder might one day save your life.”

 

“This session is concluded for today. I suggest you read the assigned material that awaits you on your panels even now, as you will likely need it for your next class.” She paused, her eyes taking in each one of her subjects. “Your schedules have been updated to reflect our next session. I expect you to be punctual. You are dismissed.”

 

She watched as they filed out and sighed as the door closed behind the last trainee. “And the Ensigns were supposed to be the easiest,” she muttered. “Mordan grant me the strength to survive these next two months without ripping out someone’s throat.”

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“That may be, but I’m still at a loss at how Golden Boy over there came to the conclusion that she was carrying explosives just because she had breast implants.”

 

“The tattoo? Enhancements? Does that not sound familiar?” Jana asked. “She has the mark of the Marakadi Triad, which means she’s probably one of their agents, known in many sectors for turning themselves into walking time bombs.”

 

“She’s going to blow people up with her boobs?” Sid seemed impressed.

 

Oh dear. Laughing my @$$ off! This part truly set me off. Love the log Vic - great combination of humor and viable security practices.

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