ILLUMINARRPG: (3 - 1400, 1445, 1930) Pilot Ensign(sg) Vic 'Raid' Montero

[Dieter Gregory]

Mission:A Cure Delayed

Day: 3

Stardate: 2445.10.27


(USS Illuminar – Deck 10 – Shuttlebay/FCO – Pilot Vic ‘Raid’ Montero - 1400)

The medical team was baffled as to what happened to Vic at the Prancing 
Pony.While his blood chemistry was normal, and scans didn’t show any 
abnormalities, it took him a week to recover.In that time, it was 
vitamin shots, warm broth and nothing much else.Even the light hurt his 
eyes.

He was fortunate that Gunsmoke kept checking in on him, making sure he 
was ok.He finally had started to feel normal as the Illuminar warped 
away to Vulcan.Today was the first real day his body seemed to respond 
to his commands.

Walking into Flight Control, he nodded at the FCO on duty.“Afternoon 
Ensign Rager,” he said as he handed her a cup of coffee.Always good to 
bring a peace offering.

“And to you Raid.Rumor has it that you’re finally feeling like yourself.”

He chuckled, “Gunsmoke telling on me again?”

Rager nodded.“And now we’re around Vulcan, not sure I can have you out 
on a shuttle for a checkout ride yet.I’ll get it cleared with Vulcan 
Space Command for tomorrow.”

“You’re the best Ma’am,” he replied.

“Don’t you go ma’aming me Raid.However, dinner would be nice.”

“You got it.Know of any good places?”

“In fact, I do,” she replied, “On Vulcan, there is a place in old town 
that makes the most authentic Vulcan food for tourists.I found it last 
time I was here.Tomorrow night?”

“You’re on Rager.”

“OK, I have the simulator all fired up for you.Standard training 
flight.Just to make sure your reactions are ok.”

“Now you are talking,” Vic said as he headed off to change.

(USS Illuminar – Deck 10 – Shuttlebay/Simulator – Pilot Vic ‘Raid’ 
Montero - 1445)

He was back in the saddle.So far the simulation had been standard fare, 
testing his reflexes as things moved in and around the craft.He’d made 
the Kessel Run in short order, been around the FleetEx standard 
bob-and-weave twice now.Things felt right and he’d know when the 
simulation was finished during the debrief.

The last mission run came up on his screen.As he reviewed the operation, 
he got a tickle in the back of his head.Rager must be messing with him. 
This was a simple shoot-em-up course measuring speed and accuracy.

Over the speaker came the computers voice [Commencing Simulation in 
three … two … one]

Vic checked his controls, activated the weapons computers and started 
the run. Speeding up to attack speed, he saw the first two targets.He 
took a high-altitude approach to them.Lockon sounded in his ear, and he 
pulled the trigger.Two targets destroyed. Suddenly his proximity alarm 
went off. “Missiles incoming,” came the warning.

Looking at his nav screen, he saw where they were coming from.Vic pulled 
the stick back, going into a loop so he could take the missiles head 
on.As he reached the apex of his turn, he let loose two decoys, and 
readjusted his course, moving at flank speed.

The missiles took the bait as he looked around for where they came 
from.There, he spotted a blip at the edge of his range.Someone was 
playing fast and loose with the rules.

He marked out the other targets in the run before flipping his ship 180 
and barreling down on those targets.He’d plan a slalom attack 
pattern.Difficult to pull off, but would keep the nosey Nellie on their 
heels while he tried to get a clean shot.

Weaving between the targets, Vic danced among the stars, hitting them 
left and right.He knew he had lost time because of the distraction, but 
that was no excuse.AS he burst through the final target, he checked 
where his shadow was. Noting that, he prepared a burst of micro 
torpedoes that would drive his foe in the direction where he would be 
waiting.

“Fire torpedo spread delta.”

Vic felt the shutter as the deluge of microtorpedos left the ship.He 
rolled right and set a perpendicular course to the missile barrage. 
Taking it down 45 degrees, he slowed his speed and waited.

Sure enough, he had smoked out his shadow.“Peddle to the metal,” he said 
to him self as the ship jumped again to combat speeds.

The beautify sound of weapons lock filled his ears.He let loose with the 
phasers and was rewarded by an explosion filling his screen.

[End Simulation]. Came the computer.

He was looking forward to his debrief.After a shower, of course.

(USS Illuminar – The Prancing Pony – Pilot Vic ‘Raid’ Montero - 1930)

Vic was sitting at a table waiting for Gunsmoke to get off shift.It was 
his night to introduce her to more of the food of his youth.This time, 
chicken in mole sauce.In the meantime, he was munching on chips and a 
spicy salsa.

Bebe entered the lounge, and he waved her over. “You ready for some fire 
tonight?”

She chuckled, “You know I have a better spice tolerance than you.”

It was Vic’s turn to chuckle. “Did you see the simulation run?”

“Pretty clever use of those microtorpedos.You really ruined Ensign Rager 
day with that.”

He chuckled as Sam brought over the food and some drinks to wash it down.

“Enjoy,” Sam said as he left the table.

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