Standing at the top of a defilade, Coleman wore a huge smile on his face even with the unlit cigar sticking out from his mouth. The warmth of the day was already visible, with heat waves distorting the vision between where he stood, and the targets downrange. Prepared for the day, the Lieutenant wore olive-khaki colored cargo pants, a tight, untucked white t-shirt, beneath a black and unlined Artemis bomber jacket. To add to the look, he wore the matching Artemis black ballcap trimmed with Security's color, and a set of mirrored aviator shades. There was a sudden ‘pop’ sound of gunfire, as a few people took some shots at targets well downrange. A hand raised up, grasping the cigar,
“I love the smell of gunpowder in this rarified air!” Coleman exclaimed, now putting his hands on his hips.
“Shooter three! Adjust your elevation a bit," he pointed with a thumb sticking out from a fist, "you’re still shooting low."
Pausing for a moment, Damian watched on, before putting the cigar back to his lips.
The Holodeck was running one of his favorite simulations; training at the North American Continent Mountain Training Center. It was easily one of his best memories, having done several courses there, but it was the alpine feel of the area that really lifted his spirits, some twenty-one hundred meters above sea level in the Toiyabe Forest.
However, it wasn’t just a rosy retrospection. The Training Center had all sorts of courses to put the trainees and their teams through their paces: obstacle courses, land-nav, urban combat, huge tracts of land for SERE training, amongst many other things. Of course, he wouldn’t use the mountain simulation for everything – after all, they were aboard a starship. However, for the first few exercises, Coleman felt like it made sense to utilize an area that was enjoyable, at least for him.
In the distance, a view of the rising Spring Mountains was inspiring to look at, with most of the areas forested, or otherwise open to prairie and/or semi-arid scrubland. Further up, there was still a bit of snowpack at the summits, but it was sparse compared to what it could build up to in the Winter months. It wasn’t often that Damian found an excuse to use the Holodecks for training, and the man loved his warm weather – so it would be telling that he had chosen the simulation to take place at the height of Summer heat in July. The computer, at the request of Coleman, had given him a weather report for the day of the sim: sunny, clear skies, with a high of thirty-five degrees Celsius.
“Gonna be a warm one,” he titled his head up slightly, basking a bit.
A few more ‘pop-pop-pop’ sounds could be heard, and Damian brought his attention back to the range, bringing his binos up to his sunglasses. To properly view from them, he should have removed his shades, but it was just a cursory look to see where bullets were hitting.
The area where the ‘exit’ of the holodeck would bring visitors would be right next to the Range Officer’s Station, which was in an elevated position to provide view of the range and firing line at all times. Coleman was located approximately 10 meters away from there, still behind the firing point, but in a good position to observe. Despite the firing going on, the Center's loudspeakers were playing music; the melodic sound of cowbell in Low Rider by War, reverberating off of the backstop.