Marksmanship Masters Tournament

 Episode Name:  Marksmanship Masters Tournament

   Written By:  Fortunae

         Cast:  Caeli, Code Master, Cristobal, Fortunae, Havaris, J'qoba, Jameson, 
                Javits, Medes, Nolte, Poole, Randal, Spider, Stewart, T'Lyna, 
                Treal, Turtledove and Vimes.

  Produced By:  Starfleet

  Directed By:  Spider

     Aired On:  Fri Aug 01 00:54:44 2003

     Stardate:  53402

Time: Thu Jul 31 20:01:12 2003

Stardate: 53401.5

Caeli steps into holodeck 1 from the Dream Factory.

Caeli has arrived.

GAME: Medes is now set IC.

Treal steps into holodeck 1 from the Dream Factory.

Treal has arrived.

Medes leans against the wall of the practice range, fiddling with her holographic phaser and looking distinctly un-nervous, rather like she doesn't take this whole thing very seriously at all.

Spider goes home.

Spider has left.

Caeli strides in at a leisurely pace with Kearia, grinning aside to her, and canting his head somewhat. "Oh, I don't know. Whenever we were sparring, maybe?"

. o O Medes thinks "I wonder where Kusto is."

Stewart is in one corner, sitting on the ground with his legs crossed, a holographic Type III across his lap. He's currently busy checking the settings on said holographic phaser, as if the computer might have made a mistake, or suddenly developed intelligence and decided to throw him a curve ball. Or maybe it's just pre-game nervousness.

"Oh, well that's different," Treal grins impishly. "You see, it'd be counter-productive to cheer you on, while I'm kicking your butt, wouldn't you say?" Laughing softly, the woman shakes her head as she nudges the Bolian. "Hrm, where'm I supposed to hide from your bad shots?" is asked teasingly as her dark gaze sweeps over the room and the other contestants.

Turtledove steps into holodeck 1 from the Dream Factory.

Turtledove has arrived.

Javits peers about as he steps onto the platform, then heads over to the weapons rack to eye the holophasers. After a moment's scrutiny, he selects one and checks it, then steps back towards the center of the platform, clearing the ready line.

. o O Javits thinks "With Lieutenant Caeli and the rest of security competing this time around, I should last exactly one round."

Caeli snorts in good-natured derision as he pores over the rack, selecting a weapon, sliding out the actually nonexistent powerpack and sliding it right back in with an audible click. "In front of a target. If they're bad, that's where I /won't/ hit."

Havaris steps into holodeck 1 from the Dream Factory.

Havaris comes into view wielding a Type III Phaser Rifle.

Havaris has arrived.

Havaris lowers his weapons.

Vimes steps into holodeck 1 from the Dream Factory.

Vimes has arrived.

"They don't look like they have much of a setup for spectators, Zip. Sure it's alright I'm in here?" the Betazoid woman questions her Bolian companion, as another gaze sweeps the room. "Or should I just pull up a floor and prop up a wall?" Treal smiles as she idly scratches the back of her head. "I'd hate to get in the way, and all."

Randal steps into holodeck 1 from the Dream Factory.

Randal has arrived.

Havaris steps into the Dream Factory, dressed in a crisp and clean uniform. Especially clean. He probably took the lint roller to it. His hair is tamed, his stubble even, and for all that he remains a scruffy little fellow? He is a very /properly/ scruffly little fellow. He unassumingly paces a few steps inside and laces his hands behind his back calmly, surveying the competition.

Not too long after Havaris' arrival, Vimes appears onto the holodeck. Offering a nod of greeting to everyone in attendance, the newly promoted Dispatch officer heads over to join his fellow Security cronies for the night's event.

Caeli shrugs to Treal, lowering the holophaser. "Well, as long as you don't kick me in the back while I'm shooting, or anything like that, I'm sure it will be fine."

. o O Caeli thinks "Moreover, your being here just means I can't botch up. But anyhoo..."

Stewart finishes making sure that the holographic Type III he selected is in full functional order before standing up, holding the thing in a ready position as he leans up against the wall. He offers Havaris a brief wave, but the bulk of his attention is directed towards the others in the room, who he watches quietly. Surveying the competition.

Randal wanders into the holodeck by and by. With an air of casuality, he steps aside from the door and leans on the wall beside it, crossing his arms. It's the whole 'odd man out' act. Which might be working especially well, since he's possibly the only here not wearing a uniform.

Havaris inclines his head towards Stewart, glances about briefly, and makes his way towards Stewart's position against the wall. "Create a Type III Phaser, Computer." He is shortly holding such a weapon, making a few adjustments to its targeting as he moves along. He shoulders it before reaching Stewart, turning about, and adopting a lean beside the other man. He kicks a boot back against the wall to complete the slack repose, plucking his compin from his chest to breathe on it and buff it against his uniform for a moment. It is replaced simply at his chest, allowing Havaris to glance aside at Stewart with a meaningful wink.

Nolte steps into holodeck 1 from the Dream Factory.

Nolte has arrived.

GAME: Turtledove spends a courage point.

GAME: Medes spends a courage point.

GAME: Randal spends a courage point.

GAME: Vimes spends a courage point.

GAME: Stewart spends a courage point.

GAME: Havaris spends a courage point.

GAME: Javits spends a courage point.

GAME: Caeli spends a courage point.

Medes pushes away from the wall where she's been leaned, moving over toward Stewart and Havaris. Bumping the former with her shoulder -- "Hey, Jimmy," -- she sidles up to the latter, holding her holographic Type I loosely in her hand. "Hey, you."

GAME: Nolte spends a courage point.

Randal takes notice of the fact that most people have armed themselves, holographically speaking. He reaches out has hand, palm up, and says, "Computer... give me a Type II phaser." Brief pause. "And paint it black." He grins faintly as the phaser appears in his hand. Gripping it and tucking it under his arms as he folds them, Randal hides it more or less from view. For whatever that's worth, anyway.

Javits very cautiously approaches the trio of officers, as if to try and maintain either Stewart or Havaris between he and Medes. He almost raises his holophaser in greeting, but quickly drops it to his side and raises his free hand instead, "Evening."

Treal laughs softly, and steps towards the backwall, wanting to be out of the way. "I promise, no kicking," she smirks at Caeli, then gives Vimes a smile as well. "Good luck you two. I'll just, erm, be over here." Nodding to herself, she slides down to the floor against the wall, knees pulled to her chest as she prepares to watch.

Turtledove, having registered for participation, and having recently manifested a Type II, stands quietly to the side, alone, checking the weapon.

Stewart nods in turn to both Havaris and Medes, saying a quiet, "Hey." He pauses, looking around before adding, "However this works out, there are going to be a lot of disappointed people by the time this is all over." Javits' arrival gets Stewart to look over, but he doesn't say anything further for the moment.

. o O Medes thinks "The only way I'll be disappointed, Jimmy, is if you throw a temper tantrum when Kusto beats you."

Havaris glances aside at Stewart for a moment before nodding his head slightly. "Yeah. Well. Good luck, James. I've said what I needed to say before, of course. So I'll let that stand." He then slips an arm about Medes' waist and offers her a soft kiss of greeting. "Hey, yourself." He straightens up again, offering Javits a polite-enough nod. "Mister Javits."

In place next to Caeli, Vimes nods to the others in their designated group and then to their 'opposing' group, "Good luck to everyone." and then adds, "Computer, create Type II phaser. Grip customization code nine-alpha-three." That's right. When he's not riding a desk, or commandeering the station's intercom system, he's...shooting at light with a fake energy weapon.

Caeli waves once to Treal, and grins aside to Vimes. "What exactly is different about the grip that you have a thousand combinations?"

Nolte steps into the Holodeck, all combed up and buttoned down. She finds a place somewhat near Turtledove. Because, well. Everyone likes a Turtledove.

Randal glances around languidly as he awaits the beginning of the competition. The only thing that's missing from the image is a cigarrette hanging from his lips.

Turtledove looks up and flashes Nolte a friendly grin. "Hey Femke. Long time no see. Are you competing?"

Vimes shrugs, "I have no idea. I just made that one up yesterday. We're about to find out if it means anything." and grins as he steps back to give the first contestants more room.

Javits paces over to the center of the platform, adjusting his grip on the Type II held in his left hand, while regarding the holographic weapon with a slight frown.

Nolte gives a halfish, one might even say nervous grin. "By default. Isn't that.. lame-duck, in English?" She grins a bit wider, effacing. "It's nice to see you, Tera. You'll do smashingly, I just know."

. o O Javits thinks "I'm more familiar and comfortable with a tricorder, but nevertheless here I am. At least it'll be interesting to watch, not to mention find out who I'd most prefer to have at my back on a mission."

"Time to get things started. I need to get to the line. Excuse me." Medes receives a smile, Stewart gets a pat on the shoulder, Javits receives a nod of parting, and Havaris slips out of the group to approach the firing line. "Now firing, Pool 2, Seat 5. Mister Randal Thorne, please approach the line. Computer, five targets, difficulty level III. Are you ready on the line, Mister Thorne?"

Medes receives her kiss with all due 'yay' and offers Havaris a wide grin before stepping back. "Hey, Nick," she calls in greeting before quieting herself, offering nods to the rest as she, y'know, actually starts to notice they're there. Turtledove, in particular, gets a little wave.

Stewart leans over to jog Medes' elbow, gesturing over to Vimes. "I knew a man that needed a special grip to fire a phaser, once. Course, he'd had most of his hand burned off in an accident involving a failed plasma vent."

Randal unfolds his arms and pushes off the wall. He steps over to the line and flourishes his modified (that being, painted black) phaser in the way you'd expect to see a fencer handle a foil. It's graceful, or comical, depending on one's disposition. "Ready when you are," he replies.

Turtledove tilts her head to the side, a trace of a fondness in her smile. "I'm shooting for something in the middle, if you'll pardon the pun." She turns back to watch Randal take to the line. "I'm surprised Craig didn't come out for this. He'd do well."

"Fire at will," Havaris replies simply, turning to watch down-range.

<CONTEST> Randal (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!

<CONTEST> Randal (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!

Randal seems to lead off poorly, but quickly picks up momentum as his arm swings from one target to the next. Although the first target is missed, the last four are struck in rapid sequence. Having finished firing, he tosses the phaser from his right hand to his left and turns away. "That'll do," he comments quietly, with a slight grin.

"Cease fire! Randal Thorne scores Four of Five. Mister Thorne, clear the line." Havaris nods to Thorne, glancing back to the contestants milling behind. "Now firing, Pool 2, Seat 4. Lieutenant Javits, please approach the line. Computer, refresh range. Are you ready on the line, Lieutenant?"

Tucking his phaser under one arm, Vimes turns towards Randal and offers him applause as he nods in approval, "Very nice shooting, Mr. Thorne."

Caeli nods, hooking his phaser onto his belt and applauding as well, though he says nothing.

Javits makes his way up to the line, nodding to Randal with a smile in passing. Taking up a firm stance on the line, he raises his holophaser and directs a nod to Havaris, "Standing by, sir."

Medes nods her head in an impressed fashion, glancing aside at Stewart and raising her eyebrow at the modified grip comment. "Well, so far as I know, Lt. Vimes -- hey, congratulations, John, by the way, good week for you, isn't it? -- has full function in both of his hands. Might want to ask his fiancee about that, though." She quiets once Javits is called, though, and turns her attention back to the range, watching with interest.

Treal adds her own applause in with the others, though keeps rather silent as she watches the contest intently.

Randal nods to Vimes, saying, "Thank you." In spite of his showmanship, he seems rather chagrined at the applause. He wasn't expecting it, apparantly.

"Fire at will," Havaris replies to Javits, turning to watch the targets.

<CONTEST> Javits (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!

<CONTEST> Javits (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!

<CONTEST> Javits (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!

"I think that's number six from the book of Questions I'd rather not ask of someone's fiancee", Stewart replies. He doesn't applaud though, just keeping his arms crossed over his chest to watch.

Looking towards Medes, Vimes does a gesture as if her'd be tipping his hat to her...before raising his hand over his head and twirling it as if her were doing so with a lasso as he winks at her and simply says, "Cowboy."

. o O Medes thinks "AUGH THE MENTAL IMAGE!"

Javits takes careful aim at the first target and scores a hit, but the next two are misses, bringing about a clenched jaw as he concentrates on the last two, scoring hits on both. With a shake of his head, he steps back from the line, clearing it for the next shooter.

Havaris says, "Cease fire! Lieutenant Javits scores Three of Five. Lieutenant, clear the line." Havaris gestures Javits back before calling once more into the crowd. "Now firing, Pool 2, Seat 3. Ensign Stewart, please approach the line. Computer, refresh range. Are you ready on the line, Ensign?""

"Cease fire! Lieutenant Javits scores Three of Five. Lieutenant, clear the line." Havaris gestures Javits back before calling once more into the crowd. "Now firing, Pool 2, Seat 3. Ensign Stewart, please approach the line. Computer, refresh range. Are you ready on the line, Ensign?"

Stewart gives Medes another quick nod before leaning off the wall and walking up to the range. He lifts up the rifle, getting into position. "Ready on the line", already taking aim at the targets downrange.

Medes is intently watching Javits's performance, which causes her to miss both comments, or at least, hear them via delayed reaction. "Hunh? Oh, well, then, don't ask." She looks sidelong to Vimes, then, and blinks rapidly before shaking her head, chagrined. She asked for that one, didn't she? "Nice run, Nick." Stewart's the focus of her attention a moment later, though she offers him no words of encouragement, just a pat on the shoulder. Apparently she figures he doesn't need 'em.

"Fire at will, Ensign." Havaris doesn't actually bother looking at the targets. No. He's just watching Stewart, actually.

<CONTEST> Stewart (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser Rifle) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!

Vimes can't help it now. After Stewart's display, he applauds with even more vigor, throwing in a wolf-whistle, "Now that is why RRT are who they are. Fantastic, Ensign Stewart."

Caeli smiles after the display, matching Vimes' applause, if not the whistle, and smiling broadly.

Javits nods with a smile to Medes as he takes up a spot nearby, turning to watch Stewart have his turn.

. o O Medes thinks "Oh, /John./ Please, no, this is supposed to /combat/ that..."

Stewart fires calmly, gripping the rifle firmly, acting through practiced motions. He takes a moment to line up each shot, fires quickly, and then on to the next without bothering to check if he's hit each time. It's not until he lowers the rifle that he peers out across the range and nods slightly, apparently pleased with himself.

Turtledove claps proudly, even raising her hand in a semi-rousing cheer. "Nice shooting, Jimmy!"

"Cease fire! Ensign Stewart cleans the field. Ensign, clear the line." Havaris gives Stewart a nod before calling back into the crowd. "Now firing, Pool 2, Seat 2. Lieutenant Caeli, please approach the line. Computer, refresh range. Are you ready on the line, Lieutenant?" Even as he's asking, his eyes are drifting back to Stewart. The Bajoran smells competition, yes.

Randal, who clapped when Javits fired, claps after Stewart finishes as well. He also raises his eyebrows. "Not bad," he murmurs from where he's sitting.

Cristobal steps into holodeck 1 from the Dream Factory.

Cristobal has arrived.

Caeli unclips the Type II from his belt and extends his arm fully, the weapon simply an extension that's colored a different shade of blue. "Aye, sir," he affirms as he takes his place on the firing line, awaiting the command to fire.

"Fire at will, Lieutenant." Havaris once more turns to watch the targets, furrowing his bow slightly.

Cristobal enters, quietly making his way to the spectator area, a blandly neutral expression upon his face.

<CONTEST> Caeli (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!

Stewart tucks the rifle back across his chest, heading back to lean up against the wall next to Medes. "So far, so good." He then turns out to watch the competition proceeding.

. o O Caeli thinks "HithithithithithitYES!"

Medes watches Stewart's performance and quasi-howls her approval before nudging Javits with an elbow. "S'my cousin. He's got some /crazy/ sharp eyes. I got malfunctioning sense, he got the super sense. Go figure." As Stewart steps back, she calls, "Virescit vulnere virtus!" and motions him back over. Hey. She doesn't have to cheer against him until he's competing with Havaris. "Damn straight."

Caeli keeps his arm perfectly straight, firing with practice alacrity and lining up on the next target almost before his phaser has stopped discharging the last blast. All five targets fall in quick succession, and Zip allows himself a small smile, clipping the phaser again to his belt and stepping back.

"Cease fire! Lieutenant Caeli cleans the field. Lieutenant, clear the line." Havaris offers Caeli a glance -- perhaps impressed -- before calling back into the crowd. "Now firing, Pool 2, Seat 1. Lieutenant Vimes, please approach the line. Computer, refresh range. Are you ready on the line, Lieutenant?" Havaris has a slight grin at this point. Uh-oh.

Poole steps into holodeck 1 from the Dream Factory.

Poole has arrived.

Randal claps again, but also sighs a little bit as another person scores a perfect round on the firing range.

"Woot! Way to go, Zip. Show off," Treal grins at the blue wonder, clapping proudly.

Turtledove claps for Caeli, a fellow officer in yellow. Of the Security variety.

"Woo!" exclaims Vimes as he watches Caeli let loose his shots down the range, renewing his applause for the Bolian this time as he walks over to pass him on his way to the line, clapping his shoulder before saying, "Excellent. Just excellent, Zip." and then takes his place at the line. Rolling his head around on his shoulders for a moment, he then extends his left arm and takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly with his confirmation, "Ready on the line, sir."

"Fire at will." Wait for it... Wait for it...! "Cowboy." There it is! Havaris is smiling now, yes.

Caeli offers a nod to Vimes as the two pass each other, a wink back to Treal and an appreciative smile to Turtledove before turning to watch the Dispatch officer's shots.

Javits chuckles as he watches Vimes take aim, directing a brief glance at Havaris.

<CONTEST> Vimes (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!

. o O Javits thinks "Lots of Cowboys, but no Indians."

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. All five of Vimes' shots strike true at their targets. Baring his teeth, he nods and does a fist-pump before turning towards Havaris, lifting his weapon up and pretending to blow smoke from its tip, "Cowboy."

It's Zip's turn to wolf-whistle, before applauding Vimes' performance and grinning like an idiot to the dispatch officer. "Yeah /John/! Way to go! I hope you were half that good on top of Rann's desk." Whoops.

"Yipee-yo-kai-ae," Havaris notes to the officer before calling out generally, "Lieutenant Vimes cleans the field. Cease fire and clear the line, Lieutenant Cowboy. Pool Two is complete, excellent shooting, Marksmen. Mister Javits, your range." Havaris turns about and hops down from his little podium, pacing off towards Stewart, Medes, and similar.

Turtledove claps enthusiastically for Vimes, eyebrows rising in slight surprise. Rootin' tootin'.

Poole enters as quietly as she can manage. Not wasting any time, she looks for someone in particular, that person being Medes. Once she's locked on, her steps carry her that way and she leans up against the wall next to Stewart, looking past him to Thea. "Has Kusto gone yet?"

Returning to Caeli's side, Vimes claps his friends shoulder again, "Let's hear it for Security and the RRT, and our distinguished friend, Mr. Thorne."

Cristobal stands there in the spectator area, frowning at what might have been. Noting another arrival, he quietly makes his way towards Poole.

Medes shakes her head at Poole, wrinkling her nose up and waving a hand in greeting. It's only after she waves that she realises she's waving the hand with her holographic phaser in it. Looking briefly mortified, she coughs and clips the phaser to her belt. No shooting Poole. Again. "Uh. Hi, Gwen. No, he's going last."

Randal claps. And stops, and turns to look at Caeli after his comment. Vimes' reply only deepens the furrowing of his brow.

Vimes also adds, "And of course, Mr. Javits from Engineering." before looking at Caeli, "That's between me, Erika and the desk, Zip. And none of us will talk."

J'qoba steps into holodeck 1 from the Dream Factory.

J'qoba has arrived.

Javits shakes his head, grinning as he steps up to take Havaris' place on the podium, "Thank you sir." Returning his holophaser to the provided rack, he pulls out his PADD activates it, tapping a few glowing symbols on its display scrutinizing the device for a moment before lowering it to his side. "First to fire in Pool One will be Seat Four, Ensign Nolte. Please approach the line, Ensign. Computer, refresh range. Are you ready on the line, Ensign?"

Caeli grins, socking Vimes in the shoulder. "The desk has ears, John." He glances towards Poole, then clasps his hands at the small of his back, offering up a smile towards the spectating Treal.

Nolte looks out over all the marksmen as the shuffle to the line and back again. Oh my.

. o O Medes thinks "Oh, the mental images. Oh my."

Turtledove gives Nolte a 'go-for-it' smile, then settles back to watch the girl shoot.

Poole avoids Caeli's look and noticeably avoids looking anywhere near Treal. There is a Treal-shaped hole in her vision. Instead she focusses on Medes, whom she shares a grin with, giving her fellow short woman a wink. When Kusto comes close, she gives him a punch in the shoulder, "For luck." Cristobal gets a smile and a slight perking of one blonde eyebrow.

Treal returns Caeli's smile, then gives him a thumbs up signal. Leaning against the wall, her attention once more drifts to the center, anticipating the next participant's scores. She either hasn't noticed Poole, or does much the same as the other woman, and completely ignores her.

Stewart inclines his head towards Havaris when he approaches. "Looks like we've got some competition in the field, today. And that the pool of spectators is swelling. By more than three, that is."

Havaris stumbles to the side a pair of steps at Poole's slugging to his arm, rubbing at it with the 'what was that for' face. The wimp. He breaks out of the act with a shake of the head and a chuckle, slugging her back good-naturedly. "You've been hanging around Klingons too much, Gwen. When we wish each other luck, we just smile a lot and say 'Prophets guide you' with polite inclinations of the head. Your social customs bruise." He falls silent to lean back against the wall beside Medes. Stewart's notation earns him a raised hand. "First round, James. Next round will tell us who our competition is going to be."

J'qoba steps out of the holodeck.

J'qoba has left.

Cristobal inclines his head to Poole. After chuckling at Kusto's antics, he steps closer to Poole, speaking quietly to avoid disrupting the competitors. Cristobal whispers to Poole, "I wanted to ask when taking line officer testing would be convenient."

Medes laughs softly and shakes her head at the various goings-on, still looking sheepish about brandishing a phaser at Poole for whatever reason. Ahem. She nudges Kusto with a shoulder and leans her head on his shoulder, looking toward the range. "It's not gonna be me, but. I can shoot, so I figured I oughtta."

Nolte steps up to the line, firm and steady all the same. She stares ahead, taking a few deep breaths. Shutting her eyes. Meditative one-two-three. She opens her eyes, signals once with a nod, to Javits. "Aye, sir. Ready, sir."

. o O Caeli wonders why Treal is staying away. And why Poole has a Treal-shaped hole in her vision.

Javits turns to face the targets, "Commence firing!"

<CONTEST> Nolte (claiming advantage) contests her Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!

<CONTEST> Nolte (claiming advantage) contests her Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!

<CONTEST> Nolte (claiming advantage) contests her Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!

<CONTEST> Nolte (claiming advantage) contests her Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!

Nolte turns the phaser off. A rapid-fire range, she sets the phaser down in its holographic holdter by the line. Chin up and upper lip set to 'stiff', she turns and walks from the line. Retakes her place beside the Turtledove.

Javits calls out, "Cease fire! Ensign Nolte scores Two of Five. Ensign, please clear the line." Nick gestures Nolte back before turning to face the crowd. "Now firing, Pool 1, Seat 3. Lieutenant Medes, please approach the line. Computer, refresh range. Are you ready on the line, Lieutenant?"

Havaris rewards Medes with a swat on her bottom and a waggle of the brows. "Prophets guie you, wife."

Poole nods to Cristobal, "Tomorrow evening perhaps?" She makes a face at Nolte's shooting, putting on a similar stiff upper lip. Shifting her gaze politely away and down the line to Medes, and puts on a sly smile, "Just pretend the target is me, Thea."

Turtledove claps for Nolte with enthusiasm, in any case, and offers her a slight chuck in the arm, by way of a conciliatory gesture.

Vimes nudges Caeli and starts applauding Nolte after her effort. If she's in the competition to begin with, that means she earned the right to attend. Giving her a thumbs-up, he offers her a nod as she passes.

Caeli again follows Vimes' example, applauding the ensign's display, and nodding in recognition. Two out of five ain't bad, at this level.

Nolte miles, very slightly, form the encouragement by Tera, and Vimes, in turn. From roars to trickles. She folds her arms behind her back. Standing somethign very much approaching at ease. Geekball.

Cristobal nods and Poole and says, "That would be good. Thank you, Gwen." He then moves to stand /behind/ Poole, keeping Medes and her holographic phaser of doom on the other side.

After a moment of clapping for Nolte, "Very nice, nicely shot," Medes yipes at the swat to her rear before turning back and mock-narrowing her eyes at Havaris first, and then Poole. "Gwen!" Faux exasperation marks her features, and she replies, "You know I can only shoot you if I'm trying /not/ to." Clearing her throat, she offers Javits a nod, moves up to the line, and readies herself. "Ready on the line, Lieutenant."

Randal claps politely as another round of firing comes to pass. His attention wanders a bit, as he glances around at the other personages in attendance at the competition. Cristobal gets a faintly lingering glance. Turtledove gets a small smile when his eyes fall on her.

Treal waits until they're between contestants, before climbing to her feet and striding over towards Vimes and Caeli. "Okay, so the wall's really far out of the way. And you haven't shot me yet, so maybe I'll brave to be over here with you," the young woman says to the Bolian with a smile. "Seeing all this, makes me realize I have much to practice."

Javits, with a nod to Medes, turns to observe the targets, "Commence firing!"

<CONTEST> Medes (claiming advantage) contests her Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!

<CONTEST> Medes (claiming advantage) contests her Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!

<CONTEST> Medes (claiming advantage) contests her Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!

Having heard of the adventures of Medes when it comes to energy weapons in the holodeck, and noting Poole is here this time as well, Vimes ever so gradually sidles over behind Caeli, putting the Bolian between himself and the diminutive engineer...

Nolte goes home.

Nolte has left.

Nolte steps into holodeck 1 from the Dream Factory.

Nolte has arrived.

Nolte claps, as she has done for each round, like a genteel cricket spectator. Hardly remarkable, but for its understatement.

Medes fires. Miss. Miss. Hit. Hit. Miss. She nods slightly to herself, as if that's about what she expected, and turns around. "Computer, remove my phaser." And it's gone. Not like she'll need it again. It's then that she realises people are moving behind other people. "You know, I /did/ get the right to be here by firing 10/10 on my last BPM. And I shot between Gwen's /knees/ on Occa and hit my target. So. You know. You all can stop that any time now." The tiny engineer moves back over by Havaris and slumps against the wall. Okay, ha ha, not funny anymore.

Havaris clucks his tongue at Medes' shooting, looking momentarily dismayed. Poor dear. But, then, he recovers with a smile and lifts his hands to offer the first bit of applause of the evening. It's bad form for a judge to applaud, but it's the missus. And she's likely not advancing most likely. So impropriety be damned! Once he's rejoined by the missus, Havaris notes, "She's been training with me. And I've only shot Cristobal on purpose."

Nolte's cheeks do, however, go a might darker. Right. Yes. Look at the boots for a while. Stylish.

Thus is Caeli turned into a Bolian shield, unwittingly, of course. He turns to smile to Treal, nodding, "Nor do I plan to. I'm sure John would take a phaser blast for you, if it came down to it. Right, John?"

. o O Medes thinks "It's one thing if Gwen does it. If one person does it, it's funny. If everyone does it, it's just insulting."

"No one ever shoots me /accidentally/," Cristobal offers, a light smile on his face, "Including certain engineers."

Poole scoots past Stewart to stand next to Medes, shoulder-to-shoulder with her. "I was just teasing a little, sister... I'm sorry."

Stewart reaches out to give Medes a thumbs' up, saying, "Besides, the game's rigged. They should have let you take out the targets from a shuttlecraft."

Javits calls out, "Cease fire! Lieutenant Medes scores Two of Five. Lieutenant, please clear the line." Nick gestures Medes back before turning to face the crowd. "Now firing, Pool 1, Seat 2. Lieutenant Turtledove, please approach the line. Computer, refresh range. Are you ready on the line, Lieutenant?"

Turtledove was focused on Medes, turns her head slightly, catching Randal's glance, and quirking a little grin of her own. This, sadly, causes her to miss most of Medes' trial, and when she looks back, she catches the last two shots. She claps enthusiastically for the engineer, and waits to hear the score, while Medes, herself, returns to her group. And then it's her turn. She gives Javits a quick, confident smile as she steps up to the line and takes aim, waiting for the targets. Her reply is a cheery, precise, "Ready."

Javits turns back to watch the targets, "Commence Firing!"

<CONTEST> Turtledove (claiming advantage) contests her Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!

<CONTEST> Turtledove (claiming advantage) contests her Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!

<CONTEST> Turtledove (claiming advantage) contests her Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!

"It's okay," Medes replies to Gwen, offering a thankful glance aside to Havaris. "Yes, he's been my primary instructor." Past Poole to Stewart, she notes, "That's /next/ Thursday, save that my target is going to be Robert Harris's shuttle." Oh yes. She's looking forward to /that./

Targets are fired, and Turtledove engages each one with the halcyon devotion of an old lover. Hit. Hit. Miss. Hit. Hit. As she steps back, considering her performance, she looks pleased. She nods to Javits and walks back to stand with Nolte.

Javits calls out, "Cease fire! Lieutenant Turtledove scores Four of Five. Lieutenant, please clear the line." Nick gestures Turtledove back before turning to face the crowd. "Now firing, Pool 1, Seat 1. Lieutenant Havaris, please approach the line. Computer, refresh range. Are you ready on the line, sir?"

Randal claps a bit more enthusiastically and more loudly than he has thus far after Turtledove finishes her shots. "Very nice shooting," he adds, grinning widely as she leaves the firing line.

Nolte does her very prim little clap, but offer's Turtledove a pat on the back as she rejoins her pool.

Havaris pushes away from the wall with his shoulders, swinging his rifle off his shoulder to hold it more properly towards the ground in his hands. He offers nods to Medes, Poole, and Stewart before pacing up to the line and assuming his stance. He double checks his footing for a moment before tweaking the targeting on his rifle just a hair. Only then does he bring his rifle up and note, "Ready on the line, Lieutenant."

Vimes looks towards Caeli and then to Treal after the statement of taking a blast for her. Nodding slowly, he replies with, "If it'll make you sleep better at night, go right on ahead believing that." and snickers, "Of course I would."

Javits nods to Havaris as he turns back to observe the targets, "Commence firing!"

<CONTEST> Havaris (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser Rifle) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!

Havaris makes quick work of his targets, much like Stewart before him. He snaps off five shots in fairly short order, adjusting his rifle's aim to catch a new target as it zips by, and doesn't bother to second guess his aim with confirmation. Once he's fired his five, he lowers his weapon and offers a faint, satisfied nod of the head.

Medes applauds for Turtledove, but only briefly, as she turns her attention fully and completely to Havaris's performance on the range. Her satisfied smile when he hits five out of five targets would tend to expect that this is no more and no less than /exactly/ what she expected, and she extends an arm toward Kusto once he steps away from the line, wiggling her fingers indicatively. Come back. Get 'you did good' smooches. Impropriety be damned!

Poole applauds as Havaris finishes, sharing a smile with Medes. "Nice shooting, brother."

Javits calls out, "Cease fire! Lieutenant Havaris scores Five of Five. Lieutenant, please clear the line." Nick gestures Havaris back before turning to face the crowd. "This ends the first round. One moment while scores are tallied." He then steps off the podium, looking to Havaris with a smile. He seems to be enjoying this quite a bit. "Your range, sir."

Vimes steps forward from the wall he was leaning against, clapping his hands together for Havaris' display of skill, "Good show, sir." and points a finger at the Bajoran as he grins.

. o O Javits thinks "Well, that was fun, and Lieutenant Medes didn't shoot anyone, at least in this round."

Turtledove gives Nolte a warm grin, and Randal a slightly mischievous wink, then looks back to watch Havaris shoot. She smiles, a little tilted, but entirely enthusiastic smile, as she claps vigorously and shakes her head gently.

Treal glances back at Vimes, and chuckles. "I sleep fine at night, regardless," the woman smiles. "But good to know I've got a shield if I need one." She winks at him, then leans in closer to Caeli. "So, how many rounds do you go, again? Three?"

Randal claps as the last competitor takes his shots for the time being. He has a faintly distracted expression, though it doesn't seem to be directed toward anyone or anything in particular.

. o O Randal is thinking about something. There seems to be some distance between the activities of the competition and the subject of his thoughts.

. o O Randal thinks "Hmm. I wonder if I should trust K'net-Mauri enough to approach him with my plans..."

Havaris clears the line and meets Javits at the end of the line to briefly confer over PADDs at the scoring. It doesn't take them long to compare their notes, after which point, Havaris turns out to offer the first round results. "At the end of the first round we eliminate the empty seat in Pool 1, Ensign Nolte, and Lieutenant Medes. Gentlemen, thank you for competing. Far from a defeat, your mere presence here is indicative of exemplary marksmanship skills according to Starfleet's own strict standards. Moreover, it reflects on your esprit de corps and your character. On behalf of the Senior Staff of 419, I wish to commend you both on both your skills and your initiative in being able to and /choosing/ to compete tonight. Congratulations." Havaris kicks off the applause for the two eliminated parties.

Medes drops her arm, then. No smooches. Instead, she gets the 'go you' speech. Nodding her head in acknowledgement, she offers a tilted sort of half-smile and applauds for Nolte, turning her eyes to the antennaeless Andorian. You know. Like Medes has invisible nose-ridges.

Vimes joins in, looking at both Medes and Nolte and again nodding in an approving manner for both.

Javits directs a nod to Havaris as the two confer, pointing out something on his PADD's display, then stows his PADD under his arm, joining in the applause and directing a smile to Nolte and Medes.

Caeli looks to be about to respond to Treal, but is cut off by Havaris and turns to applaud.

Randal joins in on the applause, putting away his thoughts and returning his attention to Havaris as he makes the announcement.

Cristobal of the invisible cranial ridges applauds both Nolte and Medes, smiling lightly.

Turtledove applauds in a seemly fashion along with the crowd, flashing grins to Nolte and Medes.

Stewart remains quiet, but gives each of the pair of Medes and Nolte a nod in turn. He hasn't been applauding thus far, and isn't starting now, instead sticking with quiet respect.

Havaris claps Javits on the arm and offers the man a faint smile as well. "Good work, Lieutenant." With that, Havaris steps back up onto the podium to begin the second round. "Beginning the second round with Pool 2, Seat 5. Lieutenant Javits, you're up. Please approach the line." A pause. "Computer, reset the range. Ready on the line, Lieutenant?"

"Belay that." Havaris hops down, runs to collect a smooch from his wife, and jogs back to his podium, adjusting his hair. Ahem. "Ready on the /podium/, Lieutenant. Ready on the line?"

Turtledove demures at the Havaris-Medes PDA, averting her amusement to watch Javits as he waits for his turn.

Javits takes the step or two required to reach the rack, retrieves his phaser, then steps up to the line as instructed. Pausing, he steps back for the moment it takes Havaris to collect on that promise of Medes', chuckling as he watches. Upon the operations manager's return, he steps back up to the line and raises his phaser, giving the Bajoran a firm nod as he sets his stance, though there's still a definite grin. "Ready, sir."

"Computer, reset the range to difficulty level IV. Lieutenant, you may fire at will." Havaris turns to watch the range again, PADD in hand.

<CONTEST> Javits (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Succeeds!

<CONTEST> Javits (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Fails!

<CONTEST> Javits (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Succeeds!

<CONTEST> Javits (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Fails!

Medes is smooched! And grins at that, the tops of her ears briefly turning red as she leans back against the wall, watching Javits ready to fire and her husband hop back onto the podium. She crosses her arms across her chest and watches intently.

Poole grins as Kusto smooches Thea, following him with her gaze all the way back to the podium. She chuckles and nudges Medes, whispering something in her ear.

Poole whispers to Medes, "You turn a lovely shade of red when he kisses you, you know."

Cristobal nods in agreement with whatever Poole just said, trying to stifle the grin on his face.

Javits steps away from the line with a somewhat disappointed frown. With a shrug, he returns his phaser to the rack and retrieves his PADD, taking up a position a few meters behind and to one side of the firing line, PADD in hand as he gives its display a tap or two.

. o O Nolte thinks "Huh. It's a good thing everyone who disqualified didn't get kisses from the judge."

Turtledove applauds cheerily for Javits, as is custom now, her eyes lingering past the line, where those blindingly quick targets were, considering the area with a mildly quirked eyebrow.

. o O Turtledove thinks "Shooting for the middle seems sort of ambitious, now that I think about it."

"Cease fire! Lieutenant Javits scores two for five. Lieutenant, Clear the line." Havaris watches Javits' disappointment for a moment before shaking his head slightly and saying simply, "Outstanding shooting, Lieutenant." He then calls back into the crowd. "Now firing, Pool 1, Seat 4, Mister Randal Thorne. Mister Thorne, approach the line. Are you ready on the line, Mister Thorne?"

Havaris corrects himself, "Pool /two/, seat four." Bah! "Operations Manager. Numbers baffle me."

Vimes partakes in the applause for Javits, sharing Havaris' sentiment, "Great shooting. It doesn't get much tougher than this now."

Randal stands up and approaches the line. He draws his weapon out in front of him, demonstrating more concentration than stagecraft as was his attitude in the first round of firing. "Ready," he says simply, waiting for the first target to appear without distraction.

Treal shakes her head, and sighs. "I just have to say... Amazing, Zip, really. You and I have a lot of practice to go through, if I'm ever to even come remotely close to this level. Heck, to your level." She frowns a bit, crossing her arms beneath her breasts. "It's all very humbling, really."

"Computer, refresh the range. Mister Thorne, fire at will." Havaris turns about to watch the range, folding up his arms.

<CONTEST> Randal (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Succeeds!

<CONTEST> Randal (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Fails!

<CONTEST> Randal (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Succeeds!

<CONTEST> Randal (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Dramatically Succeeds!

Caeli shakes his head, replying quietly, "There are a lot of people here much better than me." He falls silent to break into applause for Randal's shots, nudging Treal as he does so.

Okay, now that did it. Thea's entire /head/ turns red, and she looks down at her toes, coughing and mumbling something incoherent at whatever Poole just whispered to her. Her heel is scuffed against the floor awkwardly. Mumblemumble.

Randal fires rapidly. His brow furrows as his attention jumps from target to target. Hit... hit... miss! He keeps going... hit. He waits a split second longer as the two remaining targets bounce lithely about the range, paths crossing... and he fires at just the right time, as his blast goes through one target into the next. He stays in his firing pose for a stretch of time. That suprised him too, apparantly.

"Aww....." Poole beams at her best friend, nudging her in the side. "You're so cute... really..." Then she lays off a bit, crossing her arms as she looks to the firing line.

Havaris stares at the empty range. The /empty/ range. He's silent for a good long while before ticking his head and glancing down at his PADD to adjust the scoring. "Cease fire, of course. Mister Thorne cleans the field. Mister Thorne, clear the line." His voice lacks the outright praise he might offer a man in uniform. It's somewhat obvious there's some bad blood there. He glances aside at Randal for a moment and cants his head through a nod. "Good eye, Mister Thorne." Once he's done on his PADD, Havaris turns about to call the next contestant to the line. "Now firing, Pool 2, Seat 3, Ensign Stewart. Ensign Stewart, approach the line. Computer, refresh the range. Ready on the line, Ensign?"

Not just him. Staring down the range for a few seconds, Vimes then looks at Randal and nods slowly, "Damn. Now that's impressive." and joins Caeli in his applause for the man.

Javits glances to Poole and the very red Medes with a smirk, then turns back to the firing line to watch Randal take his second turn at the line. He nods at each success, winces slightly at the miss, then blinks several times at the dead on perfect double hit. Slipping his PADD under his right arm, he claps his hands together several times slowly before bringing up the tempo into genuine applause.

Turtledove does a slight double-take at the lightening precision of furious light-power that is Randal Thorne, the ingenious shooting of one target through another. With a wide grin, she proceeds to clap heartily for him. "Good show!"

Stewart leans off the wall, giving Randal an eye as he passes. He notes to Havaris, "Well, that was a head's up." But then he lifts his own rifle to his eye, aiming downrange, "Ready on the line."

"Perhaps," Treal murmurs to Caeli, as she too applauds for Randal. "Luck plays a part in it all, too, wouldn't you say?"

Havaris nods his head to Stewart, folding up his arms again to turn and stare down range. "That it was, Mister Stewart." A pause. "Fire."

<CONTEST> Stewart (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser Rifle) skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Succeeds!

"... wow." Medes blinks a few times, distracted from her embarassment by Randal's shot. Stewart's follow-up is as expected; her grin shows that much. "Go Jimmy!"

Caeli just keeps clapping after Stewart's shots, grinning as the field is cleared yet again. "I try not to think so," he responds down to Treal with a slight shrug.

Randal still seems a bit too suprised by the lucky shot to put up the showmanship he normally would. He grins, perhaps somewhat dumbly, to Turtledove at her words of praise. Turning to watch the next competitor, he applauds heartily. After all, Stewart didn't need to count on a lucky shot.

Behind Caeli still, Vimes nods to Treal and quietly mouths the words, "It is." while still applauding, even more so after Stewart's latest showing.

Javits pulls his PADD out long enough to taps at it again, then slips it back under his arm to join in the applause fro Stewart's performance.

"Cease fire. Ensign Stewart cleans the field. Ensign, clear the line." Havaris makes some notations on his PADD before calling out the next contestant. All business now, in the wake of Randal's skillful display. "Next on the line is Pool 2, Seat 2, Lieutenant Caeli. Lieutenant, approach the line. Computer, refresh the range. Ready on the line, Lieutenant?"

Stewart's firing this round is much the same as it was last round. Clean, no-nonsense, banging through the targets one after another before finally lowering the rifle. He smiles to himself, a little smugly, "I can live with that." And then he steps back down to resume his position leaning up against the wall. Nothing to see here.

Caeli steps up to the line, takes a deep, clearing breath, re-draws his Type II, and extends his arm again. "Aye, sir. Ready."

"Fire at will, Lieutenant." Havaris turns to watch the field, folding up his arms.

<CONTEST> Caeli (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Succeeds!

<CONTEST> Caeli (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Fails!

<CONTEST> Caeli (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Dramatically Succeeds!

<CONTEST> Caeli (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Fails!

Turtledove , then turns quickly to catch Stewart have his go. Her interest in his performance is heightened with each success, until she is left beaming proudly at him, and clapping like a quiet fool until it is time to be quiet for Caeli's turn.

Caeli seems unmoved by his own performance, again firing rapidly but this time failing to strike two of the targets. He slips the phaser back onto his belt and steps backwards twice before turning and meandering back to Treal and Vimes.

Vimes welcomes Caeli back by putting a hand on his shoulder and squeezing, "You did good, Zip." and then lets go to applaud him as he grins.

Turtledove applauds, giving Caeli a congratulatory nod as he walks from the line.

"Cease fire! Lieutenant Caeli scores three for five. Clear the line, Lieutenant." A brief notation on the PADD prior to Havaris calling up the final contestant in this pool. "Lieutenant Cowboy? Home on the range." HA HA HA! Cowboy pun. "Ready on the line, Lieutenant?"

Having held her breath while Caeli took his turn, Treal releases it slowly, though smiles proudly at Caeli. "Good job, Zip!" she says supportively, lightly patting his arm when he returns.

Medes applauds briefly for Caeli, opens her mouth as if to say something, thinks better of it, and simply nods appreciatively.

. o O Medes thinks "See, phasers work just fine without disassembling them, you mook. Sheesh."

Vimes nods to the Bolian, "Meanwhile, back at the ranch..." and then steps over to the line, drawing his sidearm again and going through the same modus operandi as earlier in preparation before saying, "Ready and willing, sir."

"Fire at will," Havaris offers to Vimes, turning to watch the range.

<CONTEST> Vimes (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Succeeds!

<CONTEST> Vimes (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Fails!

<CONTEST> Vimes (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Succeeds!

He's off to a good start, but then it falls apart after the first shot. Able to recoup with the last one though, Vimes clucks his tongue as he looks down the range, and then shrugs as he does a mock blowing of the smoke again. All in good fun. Turning to look at the podium, he nods to Havaris before joining Caeli and Treal again.

Cristobal stares at the assorted people who step to the line and fire. He says absently, to no one in particular, "This would be the round."

Caeli golf-claps jokingly for Vimes on his way back before really applauding the human's efforts. "Good show, John."

"Cease fire! Lieutenant Vimes scores two for five. Lieutenant, clear the line. This concludes pool one. Mister Javits, your range." Havaris once more hops from his podium to nod in passing towards Javits, enroute to Medes, Poole, and Stewart.

Poole remains neutral as she watches Caeli fire, looking politely away to her conveniently close best friend. Though she remains oddly quiet now, she does reach out and playfully punch Kusto on the shoulder as he passes, giving him a single wink.

Medes does not punch Havaris. No. She smooches his shoulder after clapping for Vimes. "Way to go... cowboy." Cough.

Javits steps up to take Havaris' place on the podium, "Thank you, sir." He pulls out his PADD from under his right arm, tapping a few glowing symbols on its display and scrutinizing the device for a moment before lowering it to his side. "First to fire in Pool One will be Seat Two, Lieutenant Turtledove. Please approach the line, Lieutenant. Computer, refresh range. Are you ready on the line, Ensign?"

Randal claps as the last competitor from his pool finishes his round of firing. He takes advantage of the brief pause to take a step toward Turtledove and say, "Good luck." He smiles earnestly.

"OWquiddit." Havaris notes that aside to Poole as he slips an arm about Medes' shoulders and releases a small sigh. "How did I get roped into being a range master, anyhow? Hardly any time to be social. Or, for that matter, relax." And so he smooches Medes' bald head, trying to do just that.

Treal grins at Vimes, and claps for him. "Good job," she says softly, giving the man a nudge when he's near enough. "How many more? Three from the other pool?"

Turtledove gives Randal a grin. "Thanks. I think I'm going to need it." A jaunty quirk of her eyebrow, then she movess to the line and, as before, takes aim and stands quietly. "Ready on the line, Lieutenant."

. o O Turtledove feels mellow.

Vimes shakes his head, "No. Just two. Lt. Turtledove and Lt. Havaris. After that, the bottom three scores of this round will be excused, and the remaining competitors move to the semi-final."

Javits directs a nod to Turtledove as he turns to monitor the range, "You may fire at will, Lieutenant!"

<CONTEST> Turtledove (claiming advantage) contests her Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Fails!

<CONTEST> Turtledove (claiming advantage) contests her Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Succeeds!

<CONTEST> Turtledove (claiming advantage) contests her Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Dramatically Succeeds!

<CONTEST> Turtledove (claiming advantage) contests her Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Succeeds!

Turtledove stands in retrospect, eyes thoughtful, mouth quirked in a slight tilt that quickly realigns into a cheery, sportsman-like grin. That was better than expected. She'd started off sort of badly but, once in the groove, even managed to sort of duplicate Randal's maneuver, the shooting of one target through another. She lowers the phaser and turns to Javits, surprised smile, bright eyes, acknowledging the end of her turn.

. o O Turtledove feels triumphantly mellow.

Javits calls out as he makes several taps at his PADD, "Cease fire! Lieutenant Turtledove scores Four of Five. Excellent shooting, Lieutenant. Please clear the line." With a smile directed to Turtledove, Nick uses his PADD to gesture her back from the line before turning to face the crowd. "Now firing, Pool 1, Seat 1. Lieutenant Havaris, please approach the line. Computer, refresh range. Are you ready on the line, sir?"

Randal claps very prominently as Turtledove scores a near perfect score on her firing. "Great shot!" he says as she returns from the range.

No sooner is he snuggling with Medes against the wall than he's being called to the range. His eyes pop open with a chuckle as he slips back from Medes with a scratch at his cheek. "Excuse me." He turns away from the group and paces up to the firing line, assuming his stance. Once more he double-checks both his footing and his sighting before raising his rifle up to his shoulder and sighting down the line. "Ready on the line, Lieutenant."

Vimes grins as he cheers for Turtledove's score, "Excellent shooting. Good come back on two of the last ones."

Javits brings his PADD back up to tap its display once. With a nod to Havaris, he turns back to observe the range, "You may fire at will, sir!"

<CONTEST> Havaris (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser Rifle) skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Succeeds!

Havaris eyes his targets for a moment before selecting their order of elimination. In five quick bursts and with brief halting motions of his rifle, Havaris drops the field into shadow once more, nods his head as though satisfied with this, and lowers his weapon before slinging it again. He waits for the order to clear the line, then steps back once more to wait for Javits and their end-of-round conference.

Medes is being snuggled with. And then not. She watches Havaris fire with her head tilted just so, a proud jut of her jaw as she observes her husband's performance, biting her lower lip briefly as she does.

. o O Medes thinks "He has got... the cutest butt."

Javits calls out, "Cease fire! Lieutenant Havaris scores Five of Five. Excellent shooting, sir. Please clear the line." Nick gestures Havaris back before turning to face the crowd. "This ends the second round. One moment while scores are tallied." He then steps off the podium, heading over to Havaris, PADD in hand.

Treal had clapped for Turtledove when she finished her round. When Havaris steps up, and shows off his skill, she almost forgets to applaud for him. "Wow," is all she can manage concerning that display.

Randal goes home.

Randal has left.

Vimes is in the same boat as Treal on this one, blinking a few times before looking to Havaris and shaking his head, "You've still got it, sir. Still got it indeed."

Turtledove meets Randal's applause with quietly shining eyes and a pleasantly surprised smile. "Thanks for the luck, looks like it helped." She gives Treal a quick, friendly smile and nod of thanks, and, catching Havaris on the line, she just has to crack a wide grin and clap freely. To Randal, she says, "There is a lot of talent in this holosuite right now."

"Woo-HA!" Poole shouts. Appropriate or not, she outranks everyone here so nyeah. She adds a jump and a little kick, then quietly goes back to leaning against the wall, smiling at Kusto.

Medes leans aside and notes something in a whisper to Poole, still grinning at Havaris's success. Medes whispers to Poole, "You know. I know that he can hit all of those targets with no problem, but I never had noticed before that the phaser rifle firing posture?" A pause. Medes whispers to Poole, "It really highlights the cuteness of his butt, from this angle."

"And people who can shoot well, too," Cristobal interjects.

Caeli applauds just as loud as anyone else, but has none of the outbursts of the others. He glances to Poole and grins slightly at the display.

Poole giggles at whatever Medes whispers in her ear, blushing a bit even as she nods in agreement. "That it -does-."

Havaris once more spends a few moments in conference with Javits, offering the other officer an apologetic look and a clap to the arm part-way through it all. He goes over his own calculations, motioning briefly between Caeli and Turtledove, then tapping his PADD to explain something or other. Once they're in agreement, Havaris turns to the crowd. "Once again, it's our time to congratulate those who will not be proceeding into the semi-final round. Lieutenants Javits, Vimes, and Caeli are eliminated with scores of Five, Seven, and Eight of ten respectively. At this level of competition, the average officer scores... zero ...of ten. Exceptional officers may score upwards of four of ten. Gentlemen, I offer you three officers who, in my opinion, exceed even that. Congratulations, gentlemen." And once more, he kicks off the applause, grinning wryly back at Poole and Medes for whatever reason.

Stewart sticks with his lack of applause, waiting for Havaris to return before noting, "I think you're the only person on the station for whom 'meets expectations' is glowing praise."

Caeli smiles, and inclines his head briefly and humbly, unclipping the faux phaser from his belt and replacing it on the rack before stepping back to Treal and Vimes. "Thank you, sir. It's been an honor shooting with you."

Vimes follows suit, setting his own phaser onto the rack and doing a slight bow as he smiles, "Indeed. Thank-you, sir. Best of luck to those going on."

Turtledove slides a glance over to Cristobal, acknowledging his interjection with a quietly curious, polite but friendly, smile. Then Havaris' speech takes her attention away, and, in the end, there she is clapping and regarding the mentioned officers with quiet respect.

"No, Jimmy. When The Boss tells me I've met expectations... that's about the same," Medes replies, applauding for all and sundry.

Treal hooks her arm through Caeli's and grins brightly at him. "I'd be one of those zero of ten," she chuckles at him, and offers more applause. "Good job, all of you."

. o O Poole thinks "Damn straight you'd be one of those zero of ten..."

Javits nods to Havaris as he and the operations manager confer over scoring, grinning with a shrug at the clap on his arm, then scrutinizing the Bajoran's PADD once more while checking his own. He stands silently as Havaris makes the announcements, then slips his PADD under his right arm, joining in the applause and positively beaming with a broad grin.

Poole keeps on smiling, clapping after Havaris' announcement. Go Fleet Go and so on.

Javits leans close to Havaris to whisper something to the man, Javits whispers to Havaris, "Should probably combine the pools for this round, since you'll be competing."

Havaris nods aside to Javits prior to noting to Stewart, "I demand excellence. That's no secret, you know." Havaris chuckles softly and offers Medes a quick kiss. Javits' suggestion causes Kusto to consider the idea before agreeing with a nod. "Good idea, Mister Javits. Unconventional, but I approve. Carry on. Your range."

Caeli grins down to Treal, "Nonsense, Kea. We don't take zeroes in security. Else you'd be fired." He nudges her again with his elbow before resting his arm on hers and looking back to the range.

Nolte recieves a duty-related call on her Compin. And excuses herself politley to take it outside. Se does not come back, presumably swept up in dity.

Nolte steps out of the holodeck.

Nolte has left.

Treal bristles slightly, a faint scowl marring her otherwise serene features. When she's nudged by Caeli, the woman schools her expression and offers him a smile, one that does not reach her eyes. "True enough with that," she says dully. Something has caused her mood to darken.

T'Lyna steps into holodeck 1 from the Dream Factory.

T'Lyna has arrived.

T'Lyna slips quietly into the holodeck, glancing around at the crowd seeking some indication of the status of the contest. For the moment, she remains near the door, silently observing.

Javits nods to Havaris as he returns to the podium, "Aye, sir." Pulling his PADD back out, he gives the display a few taps as he turns to face the crowd. "For this, the semi-final round, the two pools will be combined. First to fire in this semi-final round will be Poole One, Seat Four. Lieutenant Turtledove, please approach the line. Computer, reset range. Are you ready on the line, Lieutenant?"

Turtledove quietly steps to the line. "Ready, Lieutenant."

Caeli watches the proceedings for a while, but catches Treal's expression. Caeli whispers to Treal, "What's wrong?"

. o O Turtledove feels mellow, mildly amused to have reached this round.

Javits nods to Turtledove as he turns to face the line, "Computer, set difficulty to level five." With a glance to Turtledove, he looks out onto the range, "Lieutenant, you may commence firing!"

<CONTEST> Turtledove (claiming advantage) contests her Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Impossible and Succeeds!

<CONTEST> Turtledove (claiming advantage) contests her Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Impossible and Fails!

<CONTEST> Turtledove (claiming advantage) contests her Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Impossible and Succeeds!

<CONTEST> Turtledove (claiming advantage) contests her Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Impossible and Fails!

<CONTEST> Turtledove (claiming advantage) contests her Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Impossible and Succeeds!

"Not here, Zip," Treal replies, sotto voce. "When this is over, you and I can go get a bite to eat, and talk about it." Her grip on his arm tightens a bit, and she shifts closer to the blue wonder, turning her attention towards the remaining competitors.

Turtledove is quicker on the draw this round! Apparently, though, she elects for precision and sacrifices a bit on reaction. Luckily electing to miss the middle ones! In the end, she stands, smiling, surprised, and again, she turns her surprised grin towards Javits, to be dismissed.

T'Lyna raises her brows slightly as she observes Turtledoves' performance, appearing quite impressed, though she does not applaud, remaining the very image of Vulcan propriety, despite her off-duty attire.

Javits calls out, "Cease fire! Lieutenant Turtledove scores Three of Five. Once again, excellent shooting. Please clear the line, Lieutenant." Nick gestures Turtledove back with a smile before turning to face the crowd. "Now firing, Pool 1, Seat 3. Mister Thorne, please approach the line. Computer, refresh range. Are you ready on the line, sir?"

Randal applauds at Turtledove's showing, offering her an approving grin. When called to the line, he steps forward with his weapon and takes his place on the line. "Ready when you are," he replies to Javits.

Javits nods to Randal as he turns back to observe the range, "Commence firing!"

<CONTEST> Randal (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Impossible and Fails!

<CONTEST> Randal (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Impossible and Succeeds!

<CONTEST> Randal (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Impossible and Fails!

<CONTEST> Randal (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Impossible and Succeeds!

Medes offers Havaris a grin and a return of his smooch, lapsing into silent observation; she claps for Turtledove, however, offering a quiet, "Go T!" before silencing herself again.

Randal keeps pace with Turtledove, clearing three of five targets after some intense concentration and rather precise firing. Pleased with his performance, Randal folds up his arms to conceal his holographic weapon under arm and ambles back towards his former position.

Turtledove glances at the sound of Medes, wiggles her eyebrows as she moves back to her pedestrian position, only to stand by and clap happily for Randal.

Javits calls out, "Cease fire! Mister Thorne scores Three of Five. Excellent shooting, sir. Please clear the line." Nick gestures Randal back with a wave of his PADD before turning to face the crowd. "Now firing, Pool 1, Seat 2. Ensign Stewart, please approach the line. Computer, refresh range. Are you ready on the line, Ensign?"

T'Lyna observes Randal's showing, a very faint frown creasing her smooth brow as she notes that this civilian of questionable repute appears to be doing as well as, if not better than, many of the Starfleet officers.

Stewart heads back up to the firing line, readying his rifle and sighting downrange. "Ready on the line. Let's do this."

Javits turns back to observe the range, directing a nod to Stewart, "Ensign, you may commence firing!"

<CONTEST> Stewart (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser Rifle) skill vs a difficulty of Impossible and Succeeds!

<CONTEST> Stewart (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser Rifle) skill vs a difficulty of Impossible and Fails!

Caeli raises a bald brow at Stewart's firing, seemingly disappointed. "Good shooting, James," he offers up, clapping around the valued impediment of Treal's intertwined arm.

. o O Javits thinks "This. is. so. COOL!"

Medes looks, in a word, surprised at Stewart's shooting, and then glances across the way briefly at Randal before looking back at Havaris. Medes whispers to Havaris, "That's... not going to be pretty." She chews her lower lip again, this time out of concern and not husband-butt-watching.

(Which is a good thing, because, you know, watching your cousin's butt? Kinda weird.)

Havaris stares at the firing line as though /he/ had just been robbed. And in a way, he has been. Havaris glances from the targets to Stewart and back again, expression one of disbelief. He looks to Medes, appealing to her to somehow make his boyish competitive fantasies work out as they're meant to. Looking back to Stewart, Havaris actually refrains from applause. No applause. It wouldn't go well.

T'Lyna glances about at the crowd once again, spotting Havaris over near Medes. Quietly, she makes her way through the gathered observers and participants, approaching her CO. "Good evening, sir." She offers, nodding politely to his nearby companions. "I trust you are... 'giving them hell' on behalf of the operations department?" She queries.

. o O Medes thinks "This is not going to be good."

Vimes refrains from applauding as well, simply nodding to the RRT sharpshooter in recognition of his achievements so far tonight, but leaves it at that.

"Bajorans don't have a hell, really," Havaris notes to T'lyna, "and we don't give anyone the fire-caves. Somewhat blasphemous. And dangerous, really. Pagh-wraiths being what they are." Havaris waves a hand, distracted and somewhat dismayed. "Yes. Yes. Sticking it to them. You're about to see me fire on this round."

Stewart lowers the rifle, a frown deeply creasing his features. "Well." He steps down from the line, heading back to lean up against the wall. He's still frowning heavily, and remains quiet, just staring out at the range. Instant bad mood, anyone?

Turtledove wants to applaud, but gauges, with a quick glance around, that that wouldn't do. But she saw how those targets flew. How impossibly the fates aligned to produce what was the single most difficult targetting range that she has seen in her life. He deserves applause. She offers it in the form of an affectionate, conciliatory smile.

Javits calls out, "Cease fire! Ensign Stewart scores Two of Five. Good shooting, Ensign. Please clear the line." Nick gestures Stewart back with a wave of his free hand before turning to face the crowd. "Now firing, Pool 1, Seat 1. Lieutenant Havaris, please approach the line. Computer, refresh range. Are you ready on the line, sir?"

Leave it to a Bajoran to ruin the Vulcan's attempt at slang. T'Lyna takes the correction with equanimity, though, nodding slightly. "Ahh. I see. Well... best of luck to you, sir. If you believe in luck. I am certain that your skills are more than equal to the task at hand." With that, she steps aside slightly, turning toward the range and observing attentively.

Havaris swings his weapon off of his shoulder and steps out from between T'Lyna and Medes with a frown on his face. "Thank you, Mister T'Lyna." Off to regain the Stewart pride, or some such. Wisely, he says nothing to Stewart in passing him by. No consolations, no congratulations, nothing. Just a sideways glance and a nod of the head. He strides up into position, squares his stance, exhales a quick and sharp sigh and raises his rifle. "Ready on the line, Lieutenant."

Medes kisses Havaris briefly before letting him move forward to the range, then. "Virescit vulnere virtus." As if that actually means something this time, instead of just a rallying cry. She moves over to Stewart, then, and leans next to him.

Javits turns back to the range with a glance and a nod to Havaris, "Sir, you may commence firing!"

<CONTEST> Havaris (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser Rifle) skill vs a difficulty of Impossible and Succeeds!

<CONTEST> Havaris (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser Rifle) skill vs a difficulty of Impossible and Fails!

<CONTEST> Havaris (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser Rifle) skill vs a difficulty of Impossible and Succeeds!

Stewart flashes a tiny, brief smile to Medes, before noting, "I think I'm going to slip out. I already know how this one ends. Give my regards to Kusto, all right?"

Poole was quiet that entire time, through all the varied shooters... until Havaris straightens up from his firing position. Forewarned, she paid due attention to Medes' husband's cute butt and also his shooting, which at the end elicits another whoop from her as she pumps her fist in the air. That's her brother, see?

. o O Poole thinks "Take -that- RRT."

From the silence of 'What happened?' at Stewart's round, to the silence of awe at Havaris, Treal licks her lips as she stands by Caeli. She shakes her head, glancing at the others, then back to Havaris.

"Well then..." says Vimes as he looks down the range, "...wow." and raises both eyebrows in astonishment.

Havaris takes steady aim and released five shots -- not quick shots -- steady and precise ones. That's some fast-moving and distant stuff, that. He never second-guesses his aim, simply firing and moving on, and stops to check the field only when his fifth round is expelled down range. He lowers his weapon to find a disc remaining, frowns, and lifts his weapon as though to take a sixth. His finger hovers over the nub for a moment before he lowers his weapon and leans back with a nasal sigh, flicking the safety on his rifle.

Javits calls out, "Cease fire! Lieutenant Havaris scores Four of Five. Excellent shooting, sir. Please clear the line." Nick gestures Havaris over to the podium with a wave of his PADD before turning to face the crowd. "This ends the semi-finals round. Once again, we'll need a moment to tally scores." He leans over the podium to hold his PADD down to where Havaris can see it, pointing with his free hand to the device's display.

T'Lyna's brows raise as she watches her commanding officer calmly take out four of the five whizzing targets, the Vulcan making no effort to hide just how impressed she is by the performance. "Very well done, Lieutenant." she commends the Bajoran.

Cristobal watches all of that. He blinks at the Bajoran's efforts. He shakes his head in disbelief. Still, helpful assistant that he is, he informs Havaris, "Missed one." A shrug, followed by the comment, "Always room for improvement, right sir?"

Medes watches Havaris fire, of course, nodding her approval and total real lack of surprise at his performance. "Nicely shot, husband." She looks aside at Stewart, a bit dismayed -- visibly so -- and rather come over with a sad-puppy look. "Well. Okay, Jimmy. Uhm. Sure. I guess. If. Well. Okay. You... uh. You. Take. Care of yourself. And. Dinner. Maybe. Again soon?"

Stewart nods over to Medes, "Yeah. Soon." He doesn't have the computer dismiss the holophaser, instead just turning to walk out of the holodeck and letting the thing dissolve as it leaves the range of the array of the holoemitters.

Fortunae has arrived.

GAME: Fortunae is joining this location.

Fortunae drops his Masters Marksmanship Trophy.

Fortunae goes home.

Fortunae has left.

Javits checks his Tricorder.

Stewart steps out of the holodeck.

Stewart has left.

Turtledove's eyes shift from mellow to bright, inspite of Havaris' dismay at having missed _one_ impossible shot. She even bounces slightly with excitement, but she curbs it somewhat, and starts to walk toward the other grouping of people, inviting Randal to join her with a smile and a slight tilt of her head. On closer approach, her eyes follow Stewart as he heads out, and she slows her step momentarily.

Jameson steps into holodeck 1 from the Dream Factory.

Jameson has arrived.

Havaris glances over his shoulder at the crowd, offering a faint smile at the praise sent his way, moreso at the surprise from those few expressing it. He slings his rifle and heads up to Javits to confer over scoring and such. Leaving most of it to the other man, of course, given his participation in the round. In the end, Havaris taps his PADD and glances up at a suddenly appearing score-card that hovers in the air over the firing range, listing the final standing of the tournament. "Gentlemen, your results."

The scorecard reads:

1) Lt. Havaris : 5+5+4 = 14/15
2) Randal Thorne : 4+5+3 = 12/15
3) Ensign Stewart : 5+5+2 = 12/15
4) Lt. JG Turtledove: 4+4+3 = 11/15
5) Lt. JG Caeli : 5+3+X = 8/10
6) Lt. JG Vimes : 5+2+X = 7/10
7) Lt. JG Javits : 3+2+X = 5/10
8) Lt. JG Medes : 2+X+X = 2/5
9) Ensign Nolte : 2+X+X = 2/5
10) Lt. Idrani : X+X+X = 0/5

Medes slumps against the wall and scuffs her toe against the floor for a minute, looking for all the world as if, could she kick a rock right now, she'd do so. Mumbling quietly, she shifts her eyes to Havaris and smiles -- genuinely, but mutedly -- an expression which brightens a little as the scorecard comes up.

Cristobal takes a moment to stare up at the score-card. Glancing around, he'd excuse himself, only no one is looking. He walks towards the exit swiftly.

Cristobal steps out of the holodeck.

Cristobal has left.

Jameson comes into the holodeck and looks around tentatively at first. But seeing that no one's firing anything, he relaxes and walks fully into the area. He catches who is in the room before he looks up at the big scorecard and raises a brow, perhaps noting the names there.

Cristobal steps into holodeck 1 from the Dream Factory.

Cristobal has arrived.

Looking up at the scorecard, Vimes nods approvingly, "Not too bad, if I say so myself." and then grins, "When are we doing this again?"

Turtledove quietly maneuvers towards Havaris and slips in a quick, sincere and warm smile and nod before heading to bed. "Congratulations, sir." That said and done, she smiles again and starts off, to leave as quietly as she arrived.

Spider has arrived.

GAME: Spider is joining this location.

Caeli smiles slightly at the results, slipping an arm about Treal's waist. "Not bad at all. We didn't embarrass the department /that/ much, John. I think this calls for a drink." Pause. "On you."

A few minutes after he departs, Cristobal returns, looking a bit...calmer, than he did before. Satisfied, somehow.

"Thank you, Lieutenant. Nice shooting tonight." Havaris gives Turtledove a similar smile before shrugging aside to Javits. "We can forego a big speech, I think. I'll just. Take the trophy and go, in a bit, here. If it's all the same." He begins ambling back towards Medes with that said, "Computer, remove my rifle." And so it disappears from his shoulder just like that.

Turtledove steps out of the holodeck.

Turtledove has left.

T'Lyna looks up as the scoreboard appears, an eyebrow arching as she observes the scores. "Sticking it to them, indeed." she murmurs, noting that Havaris appears to have won the tournament.

Poole applauds the contestants, clearly enjoying herself. Her clapping slows though when T'Lyna speaks and she perks one eyebrow at the Vulcan. Sticking it to them?

. o O Poole thinks "Weird Vulcan."

GAME: Cristobal spends a courage point.

"I think you did a smashing job, both of you," Treal says to Vimes and Caeli. "And that drink sounds good, about now. Come on then, sir. You're buying, right?" the woman grins at John with a wink.

Jameson also raises a brow at the Vulcan's turn of phrase, but doesn't say anything at all. He kind of shrugs a little and goes back to people watching for a bit. He doesn't look uncomfortable, more curious than anything.

Medes reaches an arm out for Havaris, wrapping the other around his neck once he's in range and hooking her chin on his shoulder, though she has to stand on her toes to do it. Medes whispers to Havaris, "I knew it'd be you. Now. I think our primary goal should be a bit of celebration. See if your marksmanship holds up at home." Whatever she's whispering has the tops of her ears turning red, indeed.

Javits pulls his PADD back with a grin to Havaris as he straightens, "Are you sure, sir?" he asks as he leans behind the podium to extract the trophy, setting it atop the podium and turning to face the dwindling crowd, "The Masters Tournament goes to Lieutenant Havaris, along with this nice little token of his victory. A special thanks goes to all participants and those who were able to come out and watch us tonight. Everyone did well." He doesn't seem the best for speeches. After another glance around, he offers the trophy to Havaris with a broad, beaming grin, "Congratulations, sir."

Vimes arches a brow as he's apparently being volunteered to pony up the cash for the drunken debauchery tonight, "Do I really have a choice in the matter? Personally, I say Lieutenant Havaris should buy the drinks." and looks towards Kusto, "That's right. You heard me. Drinks on you, sir." and grins, "Once security, always security."

Time: Fri Aug 01 00:46:58 2003

Stardate: 53402.0

Cristobal peers up again at the score, envisioning his name somewhere on that list. He shakes his head once more and says to Vimes, "/I'll/ pick up the bar bill," glancing aside at Havaris and Medes and noting, "I think our champion is going off to celebrate his victory in a different way." Now /that's/ a good assistant.

Poole tears her gaze away from the Vulcan to Havaris and Medes, a grin cresting her lips. Those crazy kids. Ahem. Giving her adopted family a nod, she heads for the doors. "I've taken the opportunity of notifying the Neutral Zone that the first two rounds of drinks for the participants in the Masters Tournament, are on me. You may thank my commission and total naivete when it comes to money... Carry on."

Havaris wraps his hands around Medes' waist to lean in to the whisper. Whatever she says causes his head to tilt slightly and his neck to hitch as though it tickled him. He winds up grinning widely towards the end and answers everyone's comments by ducking down and lifting his wife up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He makes a quick line for the door, shouting after Vimes, "Um. I'll be down. Later! To pick up my trophy. And ask me to pay for drinks then. I'll be much more susceptible to coerscion." He turns about with a grin, dipping slightly. "Prophets guide you!" And about he turns again, Medes still over his shoulder. "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAW!"

Jameson grins. "That'll take what? 10 minutes tops?"

Jameson says it to no one specific.

T'Lyna arches a brow slightly as she finds herself the focus of several peoples' scrutiny, then turns her attention to Havaris as he claims his... 'prize'. Her brow rises another few millimeters, as she shakes her head faintly and makes her own way toward the exit, the tournament obviously at an end.

Caeli grins over to Poole. "Gwen, you are a king among men. And I mean that in the most non-denominational, gender neutral way possible."

Javits just sort of stands there blinking, trophy in hand, staring at the wild Bajoran as Havaris hauls what he probably considers to be the real trophy out of the holodeck. With a shrug, he looks to Vimes, holding out the trophy to the man.