[Bridge - Deck 1 - USS Chimera-C]
The Ready Room doors hissed aside revealing the duty-uniform-clad,
atheletic form of Captain Rojac. The black and red of his jumpsuit
contrasted against the sleek silver lines and blue carpetting of the
Chimera's bridge. Green lights hidden underneath the trim along the
ceiling cast a faint light, indicating the ship was in operational
mode. While cloaked it would shine blue; in a state of readiness,
yellow; and in danger, red. Rojac thanked the heavens it wasn't yet
the latter.
"Captain on deck!" Exclaimed the ensign at the security station, the
closest to the Ready Room door. Immediately the bridge crew snapped to
attention.
"At ease." Rojac said aloud, sending them abck to their duties as he
approached Commander Trzetrzelewska at the Command Chair. Wartime
dictated that regulations take a more rigid approach, so Rojac adopted
a more formal command presence and decorum for the new Chimera.
"Commander Trzetrzelewska, you stand relieved."
Natalia stood, and nodded. "Thank you, Captain."
"Please report to the boarding pylon and oversee the closure of the
boardign station." Rojac ordered.
"Aye, sir." His XO nodded, and made her way to the turbolift.
Rojac took his seat, and adjusted himself from side-to-side. The
cushions were still stiff and had yet to be worn in. "Lieutenant
Reese, are all personell aboard?"
"Aye, sir. Records indicate that all crew are present and accounted
for." The former operations officer of the Quasar reported. Rojac had
her transferred to the Chimera foloowing her stellar performance
abaord his Captain's Yacht, the Bahamut, following the evacuation
formt he Chimera-B. He was glad he did, she was an efficient
Operations contoller and one hell of an officer.
"Excellent." Rojac nodded. "Begin departure procedures. Terminate
dat-link with UNITY's mainframe, sever umbilical connections and
disengage the magnetic locks withthe docking pylons."
"Aye sir."
"Helm, engage the impulse drive and ready thrusters." Rojac ordered
from his chair. The helm officer comlied and engaged the impulse
engines, reporting them ready at 97% efficiency. Rojac smirked and
took a note to inquire Scardona about this later. "Lieutenant Dexter,"
He called over to the tactical station, where the experienced junior
officer was filling in, "contact UNITY and request clearance for
departure."
"Aye sir." He replied before puting a figner to his ear in hushed communication.
Rojac reveled in the busied murmur of his officers as the final
preparations for departure were being carried out.
"Sir," The security ensign called from his staion next to the Ready
Room and turbolift doors, "Commander Trzetrzelewska reports that all
entrance points have been sealed."
"Excellent. Tell her to hurry back, we're about to leave." Rojac smirked back.
"We have a green light, Captain." Dexter reported back from his
deliberations with UNITY's flight controller. "At your discretion,
Captain."
Rojac took a deep breath and stood up from his chair, walking three
paces to the center of the room. "Helm, bearing zero-two-five mark
zero-one-three. Build up to quarter impulse, nice and slow. Give our
spectators in the observation lounge a nice view of our profile while
your at it."
He recieved a coy smirk in reply from the young female betazoid helm
officer before she turned back to her console with a "Aye, sir. If
that's what you want, I'll give them a show."
"Thank you, Lieutenant." Rojac replied, turning his attention to the
changing view on the screen at the front of the room. It felt odd to
him, not having Pazla at the helm. He had grown accustomed to seeing
her at the controls of his ship and had learned to trust her with the
ship in her hands. Pazla's skills required her assignment elsewhere
however, she was too skilled of an officer to be kept behind the wheel
of a starship. She deserved to take a more active role in this war,
and proove herself a more capable officer. He had written a
reccomendation, at Natalia's request, for Pazla to take an Executive
Officer position aboard the USS Rapier. She would do fine there, he
told himself; he would just have to get used to seeing someone else at
the helm.
"Impulse engaged." The betazoid woman replied. "Zero-two-five mark
zero-one-three," she smiled, "with a sweeping barrel roll."
"Well done." Rojac almost whispered. "Lieutenant Ra-Zerphimi, has
stellar cartography finished with our flight plans?"
"Aye sir!" The long white-maned and moustached efrosian Science
Officer replied. His rosy-coppery skin and cheery demeanor reminded
Roajc of the fabled Santa Claus. "The course has been corrected for
gravimetric distortions and anomalies, and has passed my inspection."
"Transfer coordinates to helm." Rojac ordered. Ra-Zerphimi answered
with a jovial, "Aye, Captain!"
About that time Natalia stepped of the turbolift and assuemd her seat
to Rojac's right, as the Captain returned to his chair. "Bridge to
Engineering." Rojac called over the comm.
+Scardona here.+
"Commander," Rojac addressed his Cheif Engineer. "Stand-by to engage
warp drive."
+Aye sir.+ He replied. +She's ready when you are, sir.+
"Good to hear, Commander. Bridge out." Rojac then turned to Natalia,
"Commander..."
She smiled in response and turned to the helm station. "Helm set
course, warp factor nine."
"Course set, warp drive at the ready." The betazoid replied.
Rojac took a deep breath, taking in the pristine view of open space
once more before the Chimera-C dove into its depths. "Engage."
And with that, the points of lights erupted into blinding streaks of
soundless fury.
[End Log]
Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C
