Cadet training

Posted on Mon Oct 27th, 2025 @ 8:26am by Cadet Freshman Grade Miran Lalor [Lalor] HRH & Cadet Freshman Grade Raye Crosby-Triannth & Major Kett V'Laass & Captain George Charles [Reece] & Cadet Junior Grade Gérard Dirsye [Reece] & Cadet Junior Grade Triston Montgomery [Lalor] & Cadet Junior Grade Clary Henderson

Mission: Season 6: Episode 6: Conglomerate
Timeline: MD 1 08h00
998 words - 2 OF Standard Post Measure

Commodore Lalor-Richardson had sent down an order. All cadets were to get basic training on the starfighters. So at 08h00 the cadets trooped down to the starfighter bay.

Down on the flight deck, George saw the group of cadets approach. Looking over at Kett, he spoke softly. "The kids are here for their training rotation, Boss."

"I was never that young," mumbled Kett to himself. Arms crossed, he had been leaning against one of the aft main structural support beams, talking to Captain Charles. He pushed himself up and straightened his green-collard marine uniform. Kett, with a longer Vulcan lifespan, was almost pushing his seventies and was only midlife. But back in his day, cadet training had been a very, very different experience. "File in cadets."

George smiled to himself, as he picked up on the, dare he say it, emotional reaction hat Kett had seemed to have when he moved to address the incoming cadets. As he was the exec of the wing, George moved to position himself to Kett's left, and behind, as the senior officer began to speak.

Gérard immediately picked up on the fact that the man standing behind the Vulcan, was a Betazoid. He noddedskightly a sent a polite greeting to the older man. As they were both Vetazoids, he was not breaking any Starfleet protocols by doing so. He the followed instruction and fell into formation.

"Greetings Cadets...." began Kett in his usual emotionless candour. "At the order of the Commodore, all cadets are to receive basic starfighter training." He paused without feeling. "This..." he said as a pair of internal deck floor doors slid open and a Starfighter began to rise from the workshop floor beneath them, "is the Valkyrie Space Superiority fighter. It has a crew of two, a max warp speed of warp seven, Type U+ Micro-pulse arrays. micro-torpedo launchers, fighter shielding and much more...and you get to fly it."

As the sleek craft moved up into view, Gérard could feel his heartbeat starting to accelerate. Of course, every cadet goes through shuttle training in their studies, only those that rank in the top few percent are ever offered a slot to attend Starfleet Starfighter School. It wasn't lost on the young man that this was an opportunity that never would have come his way back home. While he loved to fly, his scores had not been high enough, during his last examination, so he had focused more on his second love, science. He raised his hand to ask a question.

"What is your query cadet?" asked Kett without feeling in his voice.

All eyes turned toward Gérard, causing him to blush slightly. Finding his voice, he asked, "How in-depth will our training be, Sir? Will this be replacing our current training paths?"

“No” responded the Vulcan in the typical Vulcan dead pan mannerism “This is in addition to your current academic studies. Our current circumstances have afforded you a unique opportunity. I suggest you don’t waste it. Your training will be in depth enough to keep you alive if the situation calls for it.”

Gérard nodded soberly, then kept his mouth shut, so he could hear the rest of the briefing.

"We have industrial replicators and supplies to replace our starfighters. We can not replicate pilots," said the Vulcan Major with total absence of emotion and feeling. "We are a galaxy away from replacement pilots, which is why we need to up skill you cadets as replacements."

George watched the group of cadets as they listened to Kett speak. It was true that they were down starfighter pilots. During The Crossing, they had lost seven pilots and tweny-five support personnel. This left the Elysium's starfighter department sitting at half her compliment. Besides Kett, himself and Tink, who could fly on her own, if needed, they had four other fully-trained starfighter pilots. At current strength, that put two pilots in space around Elysium ever four hours, with a single pilot on stand-by, while the others either rested, or took care of the other duties put to them. If they could find at least three more pilots, he thought, they could get closer to having a more rounded defensive and offensive force.

Miran stood still. She had basic shuttle training, Phoenix having insisted on it when she had first arrived. She knew how to pilot shuttles and that was it. This would be very different and she was excited. She raised her hand.

George saw the Commodore's young sister raise her hand to ask a question, then glanced over at Kett, to see him call on her.

"Question Cadet" said the Vulcan CAG in that familiar dulcet un-emotional tone. He pointed at her "Yes?"

"Will previous training be taken into account?" Miran asked. "I know that fighter pilot training is different from Shuttle piloting training but some of us have that training."

Kett nodded politely "Like most starfleet technology,m you find that a lot of flight controls the same, Like you would find on shuttle craft or bridge system. But like each of these they have there own unique and special flight systems incorporated into their LCARS display. Now I need you all to get into pairs."

Miran and Raye shifted together while eyeing other cadets as they sorted themselves out into pairs.

George looked out at the group of cadets. "Cadets Lalor and Crosby-Triannth, you two are with me, over on Raptor Three-Seven." He started over to his fighter, as Tink spoke up next. "Cadets Dirsye and Montgomery, you guys are with me. Let's head over to Three-Five." The diminutive Ferengi gave the two men a friendly grin as she walked to the next nearest starfighter. That left a handful of other cadets for Kett to split up with the other pilots in the squadron.

Clary pouted but stepped beside her best friend.

Triston moved to stand beside Gerard and they followed Tink.

The groups were split up and their training began.