=/\= Holodeck 1 =/\= The sun was shining brightly in the simulation, from a nearly cloudless sky. Acheson justed stared at the lone cloud there, looking as its amorphous form seemed to change shape within the contours of his mind. He looked back down again, though, to get back to his duties. "Ok, Blue Team. Listen up. We need to secure the enemy flag and return to base with it, without them stealing ours. We're using simulated phasers, so if you're hit you have to return to base and touch that console. The transporters have been programmed to beam you to a time out box, so you can't inform anyone of anything when you're dead." The respawn console stood out from the natural area in a small corner of the holodeck. "Ok, Brooks .. Levier ... Collin, you'll form the base. I want you to guard the flag. Stay concealed and engage only when the enemy is within firing range. Ambush tactics are the key." He looked back and forth. "Everyone else, form 2 assault squads to try to take their flag. I'll lead one. Ensign Haines will lead the other. We'll use a pincher assault to take the flag, hopefully avoiding the Red Team's men when they move forward. He assembled his squad in short order and started marching toward the Red flag. He clutched his rifle carefully and moved his squad over. His boots crushed leaves and grass in their wake and starting to make crunching sounds. Corporal Solak whispered: "Sir, you are creating excessive noise." Acheson looked down to the problem, not even aware he was doing it. "Understood." he whispered back, and tried to walk more carefully. The game was on and perhaps blue team would have a chance to distinguish itself. =/\= END LOG =/\= MCapt Acheson CTAC USS Chimera -- ___________________________________________________________ Sign-up for Ads Free at Mail.com http://promo.mail.com/adsfreejump.htm