[Docking Pylon C - SB 234: UNITY]
Captain Cropa Rojac walked quickly up the gangway, trampling the
grating beneath his feet. All along the viewport the looming image of
the century class warship dominated his sight. The paint on the side
blazed the name USS Chimera NCC 96899-C. He never felt more proud.
He stepped up to the pre-board security checkpoint, where the
stationed marines snapped to a salute. "Captain." The lead Lieutenant
said, acknowledging the Commanding Officer's presence. Rojac returned
the salute.
"Lieutenant." Rojac began after lowering his hand. "I would like to
board my ship."
"Aye sir." The Lieutenant nodded. "Entrance requires computer
authorization. One moment please." The marine tapped a few commands on
his security tricorder before looking back up with a smile. "Welcome
aboard, Captain Rojac." He waved to the man stationed on the other
side of the gate, which opened and allowed him in.
[USS Chimera-C]
Rojac strode through the hallways toward the closest turbolift. The
interior of this Chimera was much more militaristic than her
predecessors. It made sense. The Century Class was originally proposed
as a weapons testing platform, and as such had little design toward
creature comforts. Rojac didn't mind though, he appreciated the
utilitarian aesthetic. Metal lined corridors with lines of colored
green light along the ceiling. The light's would change color
dependent upon the operating conditions of the ship (green for normal
operation, blue for covert or cloaked operation, yellow for elevated
alert, and red for combat situations). Rojac also preferred the
rythmic percussion of boots upon the metal plating as he walked, it
gave a good ambiance to the special forces vessel, though it made him
feel rather... Klingon.
The turbolift doors side open as he approached. "Bridge." He declared,
and the doors shut tight.
It was a short ride to the top, and the doors parted to reveal the
streamlined interior of the new ship's command center. Rojac strode
along the back of the empty bridge, running his fingers along the
bottom of the tactical console. He glanced down toward his empty
chair, with it's blue cushions and large armrests. To the left sat a
mission advisor's chair and console with a customizable station in
front. To the right sat Natalia's future station with its own console
streaming status reports from throughout the ship.
The far left of the bridge housed a large station that contained both
the Science and Engineering Bridge stations. The one on the right held
Security and Auxiliary stations. Front and center sat the helm and
operations consoles, right infront of the large holographic viewscreen
projector.
In a word the bridge was stunning. Rojac was in awe. But his
observations were interupted by the hissing sound of opening doors
from behind him, as the Ready Room door next to the Turbolift opened,
and Commander Ohmsford emerged.
"Cropa!" Bren said with a large grin as he stepped out onto the
Chimera's bridge. "Good to see you." He offered his hand to the
Chimera's captain.
"And its good to see you as well, Commander." Rojac replied. "It seems
you can keep your reputation as the only Chimera Commander not to
loose their ship."
"Er, yes," he replied as his smile faded, suddenly remembering the
dream he had. "So what do you think now that you've seen her in
person? Pretty fetching, isn't she?"
"She's beautiful." Rojac said, turning to once more take in the site
of the bridge. "I trust she performs as well as she looks?"
"Thanks to Kroitzer and Reese, and the team from the base," Bren
nodded. "They managed to whip her into shape much quicker than I
expected. I think she's pretty much ready for her maiden voyage. All
she needs now is her captain and crew." Stepping aside he motioned to
the chair. "All yours, sir."
The Captain ran fingers along the top of the command chair while
looking toward the starfield across the viewscreen. "I think she'll
do, Commander." He smiled. "We'll have to get together later, to
celebrate. Once the crew and I get settled in of course."
"Excellent," Bren smiled, rubbing his hands together. "You'd better
pick out a bottle of wine so long... to officially launch the ship
with, of course." He always loved launching ceremonies, watching in
anticipation as the bottle broke on the ships hull. "Do you have a
date in mind yet?"
"Friday night, Officer's Dinner at 1800. Feel free to bring a friend."
Rojac said. "The Commodore will be invited as well."
"I'll make a note in my diary," Bren replied. "Oh, one last thing.
Computer, transfer command of the USS Chimera NCC 96899-C to Captain
Cropa Rojac, authorisation Ohmsford-Sigma-Gamma-One."
[Acknowledged. Primary command controls routed to Captain Cropa Arnold
Rojac at 1135 on SD 240812.02.]
Rojac grinned up at Ohmsford. "That never gets old."
[End Log]
Commander Bren Ohmsford
Science Advisor
SSF First Taskforce
&
Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C
