Ventiraid Practice

Posted on Sat Sep 11th, 2021 @ 12:42am by Staff Warrant Officer Reo'thanra Sandtail

Mission: MISSION 0 - History Speaks
Location: Holodeck 1
512 words - 1 OF Standard Post Measure

Reo’thanra Sandtail Grunted with exertion as he slammed his hands into a Dense Rubber ball, Sending vibrations painfully echoing through out his organo-metallic skeletal structure as the ball Soared off into the air towards a large Stone Hoop Suspended four meters off the painted concrete Flooring of the Ventiraid Court, Nearly dozen Artan around him clambering into place as the heavy, head sized ball soared and settled itself agonizingly on the Thin rim of the hoop, before teetering over and falling through to the ground with a Weighty thud, Where one of the taller Arten, a Bulky, white furred Cordian smacked it towards the other side of the court with his own paw like hands clasped together, aiming his volley towards one of his six Teammates.

Reo Grinned to himself, his tail twitching lightly as he sprinted after the ball, finally enjoying himself, despite how incorrect everything smelled on the Holodeck. His thoughts finally free of the endless duties he’d all but forced himself to take on with the Elysiums engineering teams to set a good impression, as well give himself an advantage with the Confederacy defense fleet should this whole integration Experiment go tits up. Not that He wasn’t sure that the Office of Naval intelligence hadn’t already downloaded all of Star Fleets Schematics

He darted in front of the Forward position as he tried to intercept the Ball, to knock it back towards his own Hoop, Only for the whole simulation to freeze and sputter to a stop as a Soft chime sounded throughout the Chamber. Frustration mounted in his veins as he turned his back on the Game, his heart thundering in his ears as he took a moment to calm his breathing. “Warrant officer Sandtail,” he said with a slight rasp clinging to his voice. “This had better be good,” he added with growl in Low Artani, his long tail twitching in irritation.

“Sorry to bother you while your off duty Chief, but we’re having some issues with the Transporter Relays, and you’re the On-call specialist for the system right now.” A young, nervous voice, Female he decided after a moment of thought, said through both his Wrist mounted Combadge, and the Holodecks Audio speakers, creating a Mildly disorientating effect for the small vulpinoids Exceptionally sensitive ears. “Please Report to Transporter room 1 as soon as you can.”

Reo winced to himself and glanced to the Ventiball suspended in mid air, a pang of sorrow filling his heart as gave the court one last glance. “Understood Ensign, I’m on my way,” he said after a lengthy pause, as he gave one last Smack to the ball, sending the dense rubber Or smashing into the Chest of a Burly Coridian female who’d fouled him several times over the simulated game, sending her sprawling out. “Computer Save and end program as Ventiraid .75.1.” he grunted as he walked towards the exit of the hall, pausing just long enough to grab his armored Uniform top, its familiar weight gripping tightly to his lithe predatory form