[USS Chimera] SD: 240911.14 Joint Personal Log Cpt.Trent Rodgers & Lt.MaiKai Rodgers

 

 

=Pediatrics Department=

=Starbase UNITY=

Trent had just finished up his meeting with Shane and Rojac when MaiKai asked to speak with him. He had a feeling he knew what, of whom it was about. He walked into pediatrics and saw Mai with one of her young patients. He stood silent for a moment, wiaitng for Mai to finish.
 
"Now here's a sucker.  Next time we won't try being a monkey when mom's preoccupied." she patted the little youngster on his head before he leapt off the biobed into his mother's arms to leave.  MaiKai turned and noticed her brother-in-law. "Trent, could I see you in my office?" she walked in the direction of her office without waiting for Trent's response.
 
"What can I help you with?" Trent asked.
 
She sat in her big office chair behind her desk.  The baby was really moving today.  "Have you heard from Rick?" she asked trying not to sound overly concerned.
 
"No, I haven't heard anything from him in the past three days," Trent replied. "With the work that he's doing, that's expected."
 
"Well, have you heard how long he'll be gone or any indication on what he's doing?" she really was not feeling her best at the moment.  It's like the baby wanted to see if it could kick through for some kind of record. 

"Like I said before, I have no idea what he's working on. If I did, I'm sure you understand I couldn't tell you."

MaiKai tried to get up.  She wanted some water despeartely.  Her back was bothering her and decided to stay in her seat.  She was aware that a pained look was starting to creep up her face.

 

"Are you OK?" Trent asked.

 

"Yeah, I'm just really thirsty," Mai clamped a hand to her forehead.  This child wasn't suppose to come for at least another month.  Mai hoped she wasn't having any complications.

 

"Let me get you some water," Trent said as he walked over to the replicator. He had seen this before when Sarah was pregnant. He thought he had a pretty good grasp on what to do. He handed Mai a glass of water.

 

Mai drank the water which was handed.  She tried not to drink it too fast, but she was really thirsty.  She thought like she was going to be sick.  The baby was apparently running a marathon in place. 

 

"I'm going to call sickbay," Trent said.

 

MaiKai nodded as she took another gulp of water.

 

Trent was hoping that she wasn't about to give birth. He thought that Rick told him that she was still a few weeks off. But Sarah gave birth to Annie three weeks early, so Trent knew that anything was possible.

 

"Captain Rodgers to sickbay."

 

There was no response. After a couple of tries, Trent realized that the comm system must be down. He then remembered that engineering was scheduled to perform maintenance on the comm system. He considered overriding it, but that was only for extreme emergencies.

 

"Sickbay isn't that far. If I help you, can you walk it?" Trent asked.

 

"Yes, but I need help up first," Mai usually never asked for help of anyone that often, but this was her first child and she was unaware of what should be going on.

 

Trent slowly, gently helped Mai to her feet, letting her take her time. He then allowed his sister-in-law to use him for leverage as they slowly walked out of her office. By then, a couple of Mai's pediatric nurses came over. They offered Mai a wheelcheer, which she and Trent gladly accepted. A few minutes later, Trent rolled Mai into sickbay with one of Mai's nurses in tow.

 

MaiKai was just thinking how Rick better have a good explanation when he gets back. A real good explanation.

 

 

= End Log =

 

Captain Trent Rodgers (npc by Rick)
XO, 1st TF, SSF Command
XO, SB 234: UNITY

 

&

 

Lieutenant MaiKai Rodgers

Pediatrics Doctor

UNITY

[USS Chimera] SD 240911.15 | Joint Log | Richard Sharpe & Chloe Merau

=/\= Starbase Unity =/\=

 

Richard was sat up on the side of the bed, tying the laces of his boots up as he readied himself to be discharged. He’d been released on light duties for the next two weeks, which suited him just fine, since everyone had been given a two week furlough, courtesy of Task Force Command.

 

At this moment in time, nothing could bother him. He was alive, he was free of those evil, blood sucking monsters called Doctors, and in a few days, he was going to be married… again.

 

Chloe herself had just arrived back on the Unity, the transport she had been on was one of the last to arrive. As soon as the transport docked, Chloe made her way to the starbase's sickbay. She had heard that Richard was in there, after being critically injured and she was slightly panicked trying to get to him to make sure he was alright.

 

Reaching the sickbay's doors, she rushed in looking around to see where Richard was.

 

Straightening out his BDU’s, Richard stood up, grabbed the PADD from the bed, and walked out towards the exit of the hospital.

 

Richard was walking out when Chloe was walking in. Her small body moved quick, her arms going around his neck. "Richard." Her voice was strained and worried.

 

Finding himself being attacked by a small blonde thing, that wrapped its arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace, Richard deduced that either he was being hugged to death by an alien of some sort, or his fiancée was pleased to see him. Deciding it was the latter, he dropped his duffle bag, and wrapped his arms around his wife-to-be. “Chloe.” He said, as by reply, putting all his pent up affection into both the word and the hug.

 

"Your alright, god I've been so worried." She was still dressed in her uniform and looked slightly worn out, seeing that she had rushed to get here. "Why are you always getting yourself hurt?" Her arms were still wrapped around him tight, her soft face against his.

 

“Piss people off.” He grunted, by way of an answer.

 

"You don't piss me off, Richard, but you do make me damned scared sometimes." She said looking to him, her eyes full of tears of joy for seeing him again, and seeing that he was walking and alright.

 

“Damn, I need to try harder.” He said, smiling into her face, and kissing her nose softly. “Considering I was shot twice, what was it that nearly killed me? A stomach ulcer.” He huffed indignantly.

 

"It's because you make yourself so stressed out sometimes." Chloe said as she gave a smile at his kiss. "Come, let's go back to our quarters."

 

“Combat tends to be stressful.” Richard said, picking up his duffle and making his way out of the hospital with Chloe. “I could do with some R&R, I really could.”

 

"Lucky for you were on RnR. And I’m going to make sure that you relax some." She told him sternly as they walked. "Not to mention, I think you promised me something before we left for this mission. Shortly after I arrived here on the unity." She reminded him, razing an eyebrow.

 

“I cleaned the bathroom before I left!” He protested, smiling cheekily as he did.

 

"Richard." She said almost disapprovingly as they walked. "If you didn't get brain damage on the last mission, I might hit you hard enough to cause some." She said a bit playfully.

 

“Help! Spousal abuse!” He mock-shouted as they walked, laughing as they went.

 

"Im not your spouse, Richard." She said, her tone as if hinting at what she was going at.

 

“You will be in a day or two.” He said, grinning. “Once I sort out the specifics with Captain Rojac.”

 

"Finally." She said with a smile on her lips. "I think we've put this off long enough." She told him as they walked into their quarters.

 

“You just want to get pregnant.” Richard said, pretending to be indignant.

 

"No and yes." Chloe said, not taking offense to what he said. "I want to marry *you*." She told him sitting on the couch taking her shoes off. "If I just wanted to be pregnant, Im sure you know well enough I could do that with out you." Chloe was young and beautiful, she could of had anyone, but she wanted Richard.

 

“Don’t remind me.” He said, throwing his duffle on the bed. “I need a hot shower.” He griped, and made his way into the bathroom.

 

"Richard." her voice was soft, worried that what she had said upset him.

 

“You’re welcome to join me if you like!” He called out into the rest of the room.

 

His tone calmed her now. Standing up from the couch, she wasn't far behind him.

 

=/\= End Log =/\=

 

MGen. Richard Sharpe

CO

1 MEF

 

&

 

2Lt. Chloe Merau

Pilot

1 MEF

 

 

 

[USS Chimera] SD: 240911.14 || Mission After-party || Part One ||

Darrell Smith <erassianalliance@googlemail.com> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:

= Excalibur Bar, SB UNITY =

Jade was the first one to arrive at the bar after receiving a message
about some get together at this bar entering she looked around the
first person she spotted was Ian (NPC), "hey Ian glad to see you."
Jade said smiling as she walked up to him.

"Good to see you to ma'am." Ian said picking up a corona and handing
it to her, "I remember that you like these." Ian said smiling glad to
see his boss again.

"Thanks." Jade took the drink and took a sip, "so do you've any ideas
who sent the invitation?" Jade asked. But before Ian could answer some
more people walked into the bar.

"Hey Hey Folks! There's some serious over supply of alcohol in this
place. I think you guys need to do something about this. Think your
up to the task eh Chimera Wing?" Anya announced loudly upon walking
into the bar before turning around to address that to her 25 flight
crew and numerous personnel ostensibly under her command.

They answered with a resounding "AAAARRRRRUUUU!!!" to which Anya
responded with a grin. She had been teaching them bad habits and good
practice together. "Chimera Wing here is your mission!" Anya leveled
a pointed finger on an outstretched arm towards the bar. "Go forth
and get pissed!"

"AAAARRRRRUUUU!!!" Came the resounding response again.

"Well the pilots are here." Jade said grinning seeing S'hae walk in
(NPC), "welcome Gunny just in time." Jade said handing her a beer.
"I'll see you guys later gotta go and say hey to the Wing CO." Jade
said turning and heading over to where Anya was. "Anya!" Jade said
loudly hoping to get her attention.

Anya heard her name being called by a familiar voice and looked to see
who it was. "Jade! It's good to see you. I had heard you had been
released from internment in Unity sickbay but usually that means your
locked in quarters."

"Typical undisciplined rocket jockeys", Lieutenant Castillo said under
his breath from across the room, he found such barbaric displays
appalling especially considering it seemed to be condoned and even
encouraged by their superior officer. Stepping to the far side of the
bar the maid approached, 'Cranberry Juice', he said cutting her off
mid sentence. As she turned to fetch his drink he cocked his head to
the side once more to look at the rest of the crowd and had his
attention once again directed towards the pilots as one of them
knocked over a bottle. He sighed and shook his head.

"One Cranberry Juice", the bartender said from behind as she placed
the glass on the bar.
"Thank you miss", Castillo responded as he picked up the cup and took
a sip, deciding as he swallowed that he would now actually stay for
the entire party just so he could have the pleasure of tossing some of
the flyboys in the brig once they started acting up, which in his mind
they most certainly would start doing soon.

There was a commotion near the door and the room seemed to turn and
stare. The room dissolved into a tense silence as a rather peeved
looking Captain Rojac strode into the bar with a noticeable grimace
beneath his bearded face.

"What is going around here?" He said as he strode into the bar, his
hands clinched into fists at his side.

No one answered.

Rojac walked up to one of Anya's pilots, with an empty tumbler in his
hand. He dusted off the young man's shoulder and seemed to sigh in
disappointment. "There is simply not enough booze." He signaled to the
tender, "Rounds all around. Put it on the Chimera's tab."

Anya pushed through the crowd towards the Captain ignoring the roar of
approval. She pushed a cold bottle of beer into his hand whilst she
contented herself with a whisky sour. "We need to talk before I
leave. Depending on how well things do or don't work out there is the
possibility I may not be coming back."

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End Part One
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CAST as Aforementioned

[USS Chimera] SD240911.14 | Personal Log | Commander Mike Levison: 'Reflections on a Bad Day'

Charles Richards <d3ucalion@gmail.com> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:

</\> USS Chimera NCC 96899-C - Crew Quarters </\>

Mike Levison let out a long, drawn-out sigh of relief as the doors to
his quarters hissed shut behind him. It had been a very long few days
and his old skills had been tested to the limit. Life aboard the
Chimera was certainly exciting but for the human getting towards his
forties, it was perhaps a little too exciting from time to time. He
had already shed his uniform jacket during his brief pitstop at the
mess for a quick bite to eat and he casually tossed it into a chair
before making his way over to the desk that took a substantial area of
his quarters.

"Computer, messages please," the Commander inquired as he sank into
the comfortable leather of the chair.

[One status report from Lieutenant Commander Kilbain. One message from
USS Chimera Quartermaster regarding stationary requisition #752123...]
the computer continued to reel off a seemingly endless list of
communications to which Levison squeezed his eyes shut and sighed
again.

"Never mind, Computer, I'll deal with them tomorrow," he said, rubbing
a hand across his throbbing temples, "Music, low volume. Classical."

As a gentle melody began to filter through the room, the Commander was
finally able to relax, his mind slowly beginning to empty of the
firing solutions and data he had been changing into actions in the
recent engagements. It had not been an easy mission in the slightest
for the Chimera and for Levison personally, it had been a baptism of
fire for Tactical skills he had not used for nearly five years.

The music began to swell just as the chime to his quarters blared.
With a grumble, Levison called out; "Computer, pause. Enter!"

The doors slid apart and Gregory Kilbain was revealed, a bottle of
amber liquid in one hand and two tumblers in the other, a wide grin
across his face. "Surprise!"

"Greg..." Mike began, but relented and gestured for him to enter and
have a seat, "That had better be what I think it is."

"Single malt," Kilbain smirked, seating himself in a chair with a view
out into the void.

"Very nice," Mike nodded appreciatively, taking the first tumbler
Kilbain poured. When his friend and fellow officer had finished
pouring his, he toasted: "To your good health, Commander."

"And to yours, Commander," Kilbain returned before knocking back the
contents of his glass in one fluid motion. "That's the good stuff all
right!"

"Definitely," Levison croaked out as the liquid burnt its way slowly
down his throat.

"More?" Greg asked, already pouring another glass full.

"Do I have a choice?" Levison chuckled.

"Nope," the white-haired man laughed, drinking his own measure in one
gulp again.

"You didn't come here just to get drunk, did you?" Mike asked, toying
with the glass in his hand.

"No, not only," Kilbain answered, "Just wanted to see how you were
getting on. Got pretty intense out there today."

"That it did," Levison sighed, staring into the alcoholic drink in
front of him as if it would provide some solace for a troubled mind.
"I took a demotion because I thought I could do more good out here
with my combat experience rather than flying a desk at Eden."

"And you have already, Mike. I think, anyway. Every time you lose
someone, either as a Captain or at Ops or Tactical, you do this to
yourself. You don't pull the triggers, or unleash the pathogens or
natural disasters that kill people under your care. The sooner you
realise that, the better," his friend retorted, honestly and firmly.

"You're right, just for a change," Levison nodded through a
half-smile. "I will get that into my thick skull, one day. Just not
today."

"As you wish sir," Greg smiled.

"And how about you, how are you? Driven any of those poor buggers in
the Tac-Centre to distraction yet?" Mike asked with a chuckled.

"Oooh, that's unfair of you, but probably true as well. No, but I was
startled at their efficiency. Some of them might shape up to be pretty
good officers," Kilbain laughed.

"Glad to hear it. All is not lost then," Levison remarked, finishing
the latest glass of whiskey. "Thanks for the drink," he smiled,
gesturing with the glass towards his colleague.

"Any time," Kilbain nodded, "I'll let you get on, or rather, get some
rest. I have an appointment with a sonic shower."

"Good!" Mike smirked, refusing to elaborate further on which part was
exactly. "I'll see you at zero-nine hundred for more repair duty."

"Can't wait for that!" came the other man's response as the doors slid
shut once more, leaving Levison to contemplate his actions and the
stars beyond his window.

</\> End Log </\>

Commander Mike Levison
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

Lieutenant Commander Gregory Kilbain
Assistant Tactical Officer
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C
<NPC apb Mike>