=Main Bridge=
=U.S.S. Lancelot=
The Lancelot had limped her way to Starbase 234, being harassed the entire way
by Romulan Scorpions. The Erassians were able to keep the brunt of the Romulan
attacks away from the Lancelot. Trent knew that he would need to learn the names
of each of those Erassian pilots. He was not use to feeling indebted to anyone, and
before this battle, he didn't think much of the Erassians.
But, these pilots had saved his ship. The Lance would live to fight another day …
after a long stay at a repair facility that is.
When the Lancelot had made it to the confines of the starbase defenses, the
Romulans had decided to pull out. When Trent looked over at the tactical station, he
finally realized that the Lance was one of the few Federation ships to survive the battle.
+tap+ "Bridge to engineering. What's the status of our transporters?" Trent inquired.
+tap+ "Twenty percent of our transporters are operational," Juan Santos answered.
"Good enough," Trent said. "Mr. Shiute, set a course for Aeran III."
"Aye, sir."
"Mr. Toonces, inform the starbase we're going to Aeran III to help with survivors."
"Aye, sir."
"There could still be a cloaked Romulan warbird sitting out there, somewhere, just
waiting for the easy kill," Lalya Jalaan said from the XO chair.
"Let's just hope there isn't," was Trent's response as the ship slowly moved toward
the planet.
He sent out orders for the medical department to be prepared to help any wounded,
even though they were probably busy with Lancelot crew injuries.
At first, on the way to Aeran III, they were able to recover a couple of escape pods
that were unable to make it to the planet. One of them was empty, while the other
had four survivors from the Oppenheimer.
"Sir, I'm detecting a couple of locations on Aeran III dense with escape pods and
survivors," the science officer said.
"Continue scanning for the stray pods. They're going to be the ones that will need our
help the most," Trent said, before standing. "Mr. Toonces, your with me. We're going
to take a team and beam down to one of those main landing sites and see if we can
help out."
Commander Trent Rodgers (npc by Rick)
Commanding Officer
U.S.S. Chimera
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[USS Chimera] SD: 240811.08 Joint Log Ensign Kroitzer & Ensign Hopeler
=/\= Aeran III =/\=
After the escape pods had landed there was a lot to organize for
everyone and Mimi hadn't had time to think about much. Her brain had
been stuck on autopilot, but in this suddenly quiet moment her
thoughts went to the extremes. There were still crew members that she
hadn't seen and others that had been bandaged and waiting for doctors
to look at them.
Since landing on the planet Gustav hasn't stop repairing essential
equipment that had been damaged during the landings, this was the
first chance for him to get away by himself in about 36 hours, he had
planned on getting something to eat and some sleep but he couldn't
sleep the events that occurred onboard the chimera kept on playing on
his mind, could he have done more to save the ship, could he have
placed the repair teams better, but one of the main things on his mind
was is Mimi alright, even though he had only known her for a few
months he was very worried about her especially since he hadn't seen
her since before the Chimera had left Charos system.
Mimi spun in a slow circle not knowing exactly what she was looking
for. She took in the mountain range in the distance. The green grass,
the trees with leaves of varying shades and she squinted against the
brightness of the sun as she noticed Martin and Rachel chasing what
appeared to be a butterfly near to where rick seemed to be working.
She walked without direction, but managed to find a large rock to sit
on just inside the tree line of what seemed to be a forest. She sat
down in an isolated area. {How Many died .... and who ..... I haven't
seen...} She willed herself not to think about such things as tears
rolled silently sown her cheeks.
Walking around the camp Gustav saw two children playing in the
distance, he remembered Mimi saying she helped look after Rick's
little girl so he figured that if there was any place to find Mimi it
would be near the kids.
As he approached the children Gustav kept looking around for Mimi, he
then spotted someone that looked like her sitting alone on top of a
rock with her back to him, as he approached the lone figure Gustav
realised it was Mimi, she didn't hear him approach, when he was close
Gustav said in a gentle voice "A pretty young lady shouldn't be
sitting alone".
Startled Mimi spun around on her perch, as she swiped a hand across
her cheeks to hide her tears. {Gustav!} She lost her balance about the
same time that she decided that she needed a hug from the man before
her.
Gustav reached out and caught Mini before she fell and held her close
to himself "are you alright Mimi.......I was worried about you" he
said wanting nothing more than to comfort her.
"I'm fi.... I was worried and scared.... and I think I did a horrible
job and..." she stopped and took a deep breath, "Will you just....give
me a hug?"
Gustav didn't say a word he just put his arms around Mimi and held her
in the hug she needed.
After a few minutes Gustav broke the embrace and while gently cupping
on of Mimi's cheeks in his hand he leaned in and kissed her softly on
her tender lips.
She was almost as surprised by his kiss as she was the fact that she
didn't move away. She seemed to melt into him a bit more. "Mimi......
Mimi..." Rachel began to yell.
"Rachel....I don't think he's hurting her," Martin replied with the
assurance of an older man. Rachel nodded and they ran off in the other
direction.
Breaking off from the kiss Gustav couldn't help but have a little
giggle to himself after hearing that the little girl thought he was
hurting Mimi.
"Would you like something to eat" Gustav asked "it won't be as great
as the date I had planned for us but I'm sure we could make do" he
added.
"I think I would ... yes," she smiled at him. "Gustav... just seeing
you has been great. I was .afra...never mind," she finished.
Walking to the mess tent with his arm around Mimi Gustav replied "Me to".
=/\= End Log =/\=
After the escape pods had landed there was a lot to organize for
everyone and Mimi hadn't had time to think about much. Her brain had
been stuck on autopilot, but in this suddenly quiet moment her
thoughts went to the extremes. There were still crew members that she
hadn't seen and others that had been bandaged and waiting for doctors
to look at them.
Since landing on the planet Gustav hasn't stop repairing essential
equipment that had been damaged during the landings, this was the
first chance for him to get away by himself in about 36 hours, he had
planned on getting something to eat and some sleep but he couldn't
sleep the events that occurred onboard the chimera kept on playing on
his mind, could he have done more to save the ship, could he have
placed the repair teams better, but one of the main things on his mind
was is Mimi alright, even though he had only known her for a few
months he was very worried about her especially since he hadn't seen
her since before the Chimera had left Charos system.
Mimi spun in a slow circle not knowing exactly what she was looking
for. She took in the mountain range in the distance. The green grass,
the trees with leaves of varying shades and she squinted against the
brightness of the sun as she noticed Martin and Rachel chasing what
appeared to be a butterfly near to where rick seemed to be working.
She walked without direction, but managed to find a large rock to sit
on just inside the tree line of what seemed to be a forest. She sat
down in an isolated area. {How Many died .... and who ..... I haven't
seen...} She willed herself not to think about such things as tears
rolled silently sown her cheeks.
Walking around the camp Gustav saw two children playing in the
distance, he remembered Mimi saying she helped look after Rick's
little girl so he figured that if there was any place to find Mimi it
would be near the kids.
As he approached the children Gustav kept looking around for Mimi, he
then spotted someone that looked like her sitting alone on top of a
rock with her back to him, as he approached the lone figure Gustav
realised it was Mimi, she didn't hear him approach, when he was close
Gustav said in a gentle voice "A pretty young lady shouldn't be
sitting alone".
Startled Mimi spun around on her perch, as she swiped a hand across
her cheeks to hide her tears. {Gustav!} She lost her balance about the
same time that she decided that she needed a hug from the man before
her.
Gustav reached out and caught Mini before she fell and held her close
to himself "are you alright Mimi.......I was worried about you" he
said wanting nothing more than to comfort her.
"I'm fi.... I was worried and scared.... and I think I did a horrible
job and..." she stopped and took a deep breath, "Will you just....give
me a hug?"
Gustav didn't say a word he just put his arms around Mimi and held her
in the hug she needed.
After a few minutes Gustav broke the embrace and while gently cupping
on of Mimi's cheeks in his hand he leaned in and kissed her softly on
her tender lips.
She was almost as surprised by his kiss as she was the fact that she
didn't move away. She seemed to melt into him a bit more. "Mimi......
Mimi..." Rachel began to yell.
"Rachel....I don't think he's hurting her," Martin replied with the
assurance of an older man. Rachel nodded and they ran off in the other
direction.
Breaking off from the kiss Gustav couldn't help but have a little
giggle to himself after hearing that the little girl thought he was
hurting Mimi.
"Would you like something to eat" Gustav asked "it won't be as great
as the date I had planned for us but I'm sure we could make do" he
added.
"I think I would ... yes," she smiled at him. "Gustav... just seeing
you has been great. I was .afra...never mind," she finished.
Walking to the mess tent with his arm around Mimi Gustav replied "Me to".
=/\= End Log =/\=
Ensign Gustav Kroitzer
Deputy Chief Engineer
&
Ensign Mimi Hopeler
Jr. Counselor
USS Chimera-B (destoryed)
[USS Chimera] SD 240811.08 Personal Log, LtCmdr Trzetrzelewska (XO)
"Bren Ohmsford" <ohmsford83@gmail.com> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:
= Unknown Location - Aeran III =
Natalia began regaining consciousness when she felt the world around
her shaking heavily. It took her a moment to realise where she was,
and that was inside the escape pod. Quickly looking through the small,
narrow window of the pod, she thought she might be entering Aeran's
atmosphere, but all she saw when she looked outside was white.
The shaking quieted down and she tried to get her bearings. She was
the sole occupant of the pod. When she left the bridge of the Chimera,
she made sure that all the bridge crew had safely evacuated. She was
the only officer left on the deck and took the last escape pod
herself. After her pod ejected, she remembered a Romulan fighter
firing at one of the pods close to her. The pod lost control and
collided with hers, knocking it off its trajectory.
The force must have knocked her out, since it was the last thing she
remembered and her headache as well as the bump on the back of her
head was evidence enough that she remembered correctly.
The pod was lying at an angle and she unfastened her seatbelt, sliding
down out of it. Grabbing a tricorder and a phaser, she reached up
towards the hatch and unlocked it. A guest of freezing, icy air rushed
into the pod as soon as lifted the hatch slowly up. Squinting slightly
against the bright whiteness all around her, she climbed out of the
pod and realised her pod had come down in an area covered in snow. It
was white as far as the eye could see, stretching towards the horizon
where a pale yellow sun was either rising or setting.
In the opposite direction, the white barren landscape, stretched
towards tall peaks. She turned around to look at what was on the
otherside of her pod and stopped in her tracks. Up ahead, the snowy
plain was littered with escape pods and deployed parachutes. But that
wasn't what drew her attention. A massive, large burning Starfleet
ship lay broken and burning on the snow. Smoke and flames spew forth
from it and a dead nacelle stuck out into the air on a pylon that
looked dangerously unstable.
"Are you all right?" a voice called out to her and she saw two
Starfleet officers heading in her direction.
"Yes, I'm fine!" she shouted back, adding to herself, "at least I
think so." Natalia quickly moved back to the escape pod and looked
inside for a pair of binoculars. Getting it out, she turned back to
the two men who came towards her.
"I'm Lieutenant Chang, Chief Science Officer from the USS Oppenheimer.
This is my assistant, Ensign Kevall," he introduced himself and his
Bolian companion. "Do you have any idea what ship that is?"
"Lieutenant Commander Trzetrzelewska, XO, USS Chimera," she replied as
she lifted the binoculars to peer at the ship. Looking at the nacelle
pylon, she spotted the registry. "NCC 97900. That's the USS
Manticore."
= End Log =
Lt Commander Natalia Trzetrzelewska
Executive Officer
USS Chimera NX 96899-B (Destroyed)
[USS Chimera] SD 240811.08 Joint Log, Cmdr Summers (1TF Med) & 1Lt T'Vel (AMO)
"Bren Ohmsford" <ohmsford83@gmail.com> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:
= Unknown Location - Aeran III =
Rangi turned away from Rick and Rachel, leaving them
together.As each escape pod came to land, everyone looked
expectantly as the occupants emerged. Sometimes, as in Rick
and Rachels case, it had a happy outcome. As of yet, there
was no sign of Maikai nor word from anyone who had seen her,
they could only hope for the best.
Retracing her steps, Rangi made her way past small groups of
survivors, thinking that the numbers were so small compared
to the crew compliment. There would ofcourse be other
landing zones, so the final number might yet be quite high,
time would tell.
Laura and Mimi were talking together but T'Vel had moved a
short way off from them and sat against a rock with her eyes
closed.
Rangi looked at her thoughtfully as she approached wondering
if T'Vel was meditating, for she seemed completely unaware
of the descending pods or the noise around her, yet now and
then a small frown creased her face. It was somehow odd, so
Rangi walked across to the sitting figure, knelt down beside
her and asked quietly:
"Are you alright?"
"I am unharmed, Commander," T'Vel replied in a calm tone,
but the
slightest hint of a sigh at the end belied the tone of
voice.
"Are you sure?" Rangi persisted. "...because you don't
'look' alright."
This statement brought a mildly surprised glance from T'Vel
who raised in eyebrow at the comment,
but Rangis expression showed genuine concern.
"I have two children, on the Starbase," T'Vel volunteered
after a
moment. Rangis lips parted in surprise. It was the
last thing she had expected to hear.
"The Starbase?" she queried.
"Yes, Starbase 234," she nodded.
"I had no idea that you have children." Rangi said still
sounding taken aback.
"They live with my mate, Sokas," the Vulcan said. She
turned her head
to look towards the group of Starfleet officers who were
beginning to
assemble a makeshift communal centre with supplies from the
pods. "I
believe they are
still alive... but I do not sense Sokas' presence anymore.
He may not
have survived."
Rangi sat down on the dry grass near to T'Vel. "I'm so
sorry..." she replied sincerely. "...but...you might be
mistaken..mightn't you?" she added.
"It is possible," she replied after a moment. "We have been
mated for
a long time, and I have always sensed his presence when we
are in the
same vicinity."
" I see." Rangi replied, momentarily biting her lower lip.
She looked at T'Vel thoughtfully, though the Vulcan kept her
gaze on the groups activity. It was a fact that Vulcans
could often sense the presence of their mates, even at great
distances, so the chances of T'Vel being wrong were quite
small.
"It could be that he's taken the children to safety
somewhere. " she suggested
"That is also possible," T'Vel replied with a slight nod.
"There are
infinite possibilities. For now there is nothing I can do. I
will
concentrate my efforts on tending to the survivors until
help
arrives."
"Yes, that will be the best thing." Rangi agreed. She
reached out to touch T'Vels arm in a gesture of
encouragement, acutely aware that although she didnt know
what had happened to Shane, Martin at least was safe and
well. "Come on.." she said "...let's get things
organised...there will be people who need us."
They got to their feet, each looking around at the growing
crowd when their attention rivetted on a voice calling out:
" Stay where you are."
Four security men stood with phasers raised pointing at a
group approaching across the clearing. The leader of the men
raised his hands to show he carried no weapon.
" It's alright..." he called back. "...My name is John
Fairweather...we're from the settlement."
"How far away is the settlement?" they heard Commander
Rodgers ask the
man.
"About 250 miles to the south," Fairweather responded as he
came
closer. "We are on an expedition. Our camp is about 10 miles
from
here." He pointed to foothills not far away at the bottom of
a tall
mountain, the highest peak of which was covered in snow.
"We saw you come down.." he added lowering his hands. " Can
we help you? We can call for assistance."
At Ricks instruction the phasers were lowered and
Fairweathers group moved forward.
Rick was explaining that the actual number of survivors was
still unknown as Rangi and T'Vel drew near.
"Pleased to meet you.." Rangi said when Rick made the
introduction. " ...and this is my AMO, Doctor T'Vel."
Fairweather shook hands with both.
"There are other pods.." he told them " We counted fourteen
coming down near the Cobalt sea....over there." All heads
turned to look in the direction he pointed in, although
nothing could be seen apart from rolling foothills."It's
about...ohhhh...eighty miles?"
" But there was a ship too.." one of the group added. " We
saw it burning up..it landed to the north, though where I
couldnt begin to guess."
Rangi felt her stomach sink. " A ship?" she asked "...do you
know what type?..was it one of ours?"
"I'm sorry Commander...I have no idea." he answered with a
shrug "..we saw a large ship coming down, thats all I can
tell you."
Rangi gave a polite smile and a small nod. Ofcourse he
wouldnt know, she told herself...and there was nothing to
say it was the Qashqai because it could be any ship, even a
Romulan one.
= End Log =
Commander Rangi Summers
Medical Advisor
1st Task Force, SSF
-
1st Lieutenant T'Vel
Assistant Medical Officer
USS Chimera NX 96899-B (Destroyed)
[NPC by Bren]
[USS Chimera] SD 240811.08 Duty Log, Cmdr Harker (1TF Sci)
= USS Chimera - Astrometrics Lab =
Erik and a small group of science officers were hard at work in the Astrometrics Lab trying to find a way to reinforce the shields, perhaps using the navigational deflector to strengthen them against a similar attack like the shield inversion beam. But it was a difficult task with the unstable power supply and lack of access to several key systems. So far the lab had managed to sustain power by for how long was unknown.
They were busy analysing the data taken from the beam that had caused their shields to drop when the ship shuddered violently, causing most of the small team to steady themselves or fall to the ground. The large holographic wrap-around screen immediately went blank, followed by the consoles and the lights.
"Great," Erik muttered under his breath as he rubbed his fingers against his brow. He reached down for the plasma rod underneath the console he'd been working at and tapped it against the edge of the console to bring it to life. "I have a feeling the power isn't going to be coming on soon," he said to the officers gathered in the lab. "So let's just all stay calm and -"
Suddenly a group of security personnel burst through the door causing one of the female science officers to shriek loudly in fright. The man at the front of the group shone his light into Erik's face to check his rank.
"Do you mind not shining your light in my face?" the Task Force science officer said dryly.
"Commander, there has been an impulse reactor breach several decks down," the Vulcan corporal said, lowering his light slightly. "Transport inhibitors are proving to be ineffective and Romulan patrols are expected to come this way shortly. Please, come with us."
"No need to tell us twice," Erik said as he stepped forward, adjusting the phaser pistol at his side. "Come on everyone, you heard the man. Single file, no screaming please."
"Sorry, sir," Petty Officer Lanette said softly beside him as they stepped out into the corridor.
"Don't worry, Petty Officer. Under the circumstances it's quite understandable," he said as he patted her on the shoulder, trying to make light of the situation.
They hadn't gone far towards the turbolift when a massive explosion shook the ship violently. It was so sudden and powerful that it knocked the small group towards the floor and the last thing Erik remembered was seeing part of the deck plating tearing away.
= Some time later =
"Sir... sir."
Erik awoke to the sound of the voice and the hands that were lightly shaking him. Even before he opened his eyes he could feel the searing pain in his left shoulder. Squinting slightly, he peered up at Petty Officer Lanette who was leaning over him, her face concerned and smeared black from smoke.
"You're awake," she sighed in relief.
The next thing Erik saw was a gaping hole in the deck plating a few feet away from them. Though hole was two decks deep, and at the bottom of the last deck a large hull breach revealed the blackness of space.
"What happened?" he asked, trying to sit up but finding that his left arm was very weak and he had trouble moving his legs. He glanced at his shoulder and noticed that a blood-soaked teal-coloured piece of cloth tied around his bicep. "Did you...?"
Lanette nodded, and Erik saw that part of her sleeve was torn away. "I'm not sure what happened, but I think we fell through," she said, pointing upward. It was then that Erik saw the hole above them leading to the upper deck. "I don't know where the others are. I woke up and it was just the two of us on this... ledge. There doesn't seem to be anyway out. I tried climbing up, but it didn't work."
Erik looked around him and it was true. They were in a corner against two walls and a few spaces ahead the hole spread out below them. Above them the hole led up to the next deck and they could see the scorched ceiling of what must have been the deck they were on... Deck 9.
"I'm sure someone will come for us," the science advisor said as the petty officer sat back down next to him on his right. "Don't worry."
She smiled as she leaned back against the wall. "You're the one with the injuries and you're counseling me? Are you always this concerned with others, Commander?"
Erik smiled and then suddenly began to cough, unable to help himself, and thought he could taste blood at the back of his throat. "I try," he managed to say.
A large flash could be seen outside in space and it illuminated the dark inside of the deck, followed by the ship shaking and the emergency forcefield that kept them safe bristling with static. The petty officer grabbed his hand and he looked at her.
"It's all right," he said calmly. Death was never something that frightened him, and the possibility that they might meet their end was starting to become very likely in his mind. "What's your name?"
"Sara," she replied, suddenly aware that she'd grabbed his hand but not removing it.
"That's a lovely name, Sara," Erik said sincerely. For now they were just two people and not a commander and his junior.
"Thank you... and yours?"
"Erik," he answered. He held out his arm to her and she leaned closer, placing her head on his shoulders. "You know, I once dated a girl named Sara."
"Really?" she asked.
He chuckled softly. "No... but it would have been nice, I think. Romance was never very high on my priority list."
"Are you scared?"
"No," he said calmly. "Are you?"
"Yes," she replied after a moment.
"Don't be," Erik whispered as he looked at the stars through hull breach.
The ship suddenly began to vibrate beneath them and Erik saw the stars begin to streak. Sara let out a whimper and tightened her grip on his hand. And before they could realise the ship had jumped to warp, the Chimera completed her final mission, exploding in a brilliant flash of white light that lit up the darkness of space all around it for all to see.
= End Log =
Commander Erik Harker, MIA
Science Advisor
1st Task Force, SSF
-
1st Petty Officer Sara Lanette, MIA
Stellar Cartographer
USS Chimera NX 96899-B (Destroyed)
[NPC by Bren]
Erik and a small group of science officers were hard at work in the Astrometrics Lab trying to find a way to reinforce the shields, perhaps using the navigational deflector to strengthen them against a similar attack like the shield inversion beam. But it was a difficult task with the unstable power supply and lack of access to several key systems. So far the lab had managed to sustain power by for how long was unknown.
They were busy analysing the data taken from the beam that had caused their shields to drop when the ship shuddered violently, causing most of the small team to steady themselves or fall to the ground. The large holographic wrap-around screen immediately went blank, followed by the consoles and the lights.
"Great," Erik muttered under his breath as he rubbed his fingers against his brow. He reached down for the plasma rod underneath the console he'd been working at and tapped it against the edge of the console to bring it to life. "I have a feeling the power isn't going to be coming on soon," he said to the officers gathered in the lab. "So let's just all stay calm and -"
Suddenly a group of security personnel burst through the door causing one of the female science officers to shriek loudly in fright. The man at the front of the group shone his light into Erik's face to check his rank.
"Do you mind not shining your light in my face?" the Task Force science officer said dryly.
"Commander, there has been an impulse reactor breach several decks down," the Vulcan corporal said, lowering his light slightly. "Transport inhibitors are proving to be ineffective and Romulan patrols are expected to come this way shortly. Please, come with us."
"No need to tell us twice," Erik said as he stepped forward, adjusting the phaser pistol at his side. "Come on everyone, you heard the man. Single file, no screaming please."
"Sorry, sir," Petty Officer Lanette said softly beside him as they stepped out into the corridor.
"Don't worry, Petty Officer. Under the circumstances it's quite understandable," he said as he patted her on the shoulder, trying to make light of the situation.
They hadn't gone far towards the turbolift when a massive explosion shook the ship violently. It was so sudden and powerful that it knocked the small group towards the floor and the last thing Erik remembered was seeing part of the deck plating tearing away.
= Some time later =
"Sir... sir."
Erik awoke to the sound of the voice and the hands that were lightly shaking him. Even before he opened his eyes he could feel the searing pain in his left shoulder. Squinting slightly, he peered up at Petty Officer Lanette who was leaning over him, her face concerned and smeared black from smoke.
"You're awake," she sighed in relief.
The next thing Erik saw was a gaping hole in the deck plating a few feet away from them. Though hole was two decks deep, and at the bottom of the last deck a large hull breach revealed the blackness of space.
"What happened?" he asked, trying to sit up but finding that his left arm was very weak and he had trouble moving his legs. He glanced at his shoulder and noticed that a blood-soaked teal-coloured piece of cloth tied around his bicep. "Did you...?"
Lanette nodded, and Erik saw that part of her sleeve was torn away. "I'm not sure what happened, but I think we fell through," she said, pointing upward. It was then that Erik saw the hole above them leading to the upper deck. "I don't know where the others are. I woke up and it was just the two of us on this... ledge. There doesn't seem to be anyway out. I tried climbing up, but it didn't work."
Erik looked around him and it was true. They were in a corner against two walls and a few spaces ahead the hole spread out below them. Above them the hole led up to the next deck and they could see the scorched ceiling of what must have been the deck they were on... Deck 9.
"I'm sure someone will come for us," the science advisor said as the petty officer sat back down next to him on his right. "Don't worry."
She smiled as she leaned back against the wall. "You're the one with the injuries and you're counseling me? Are you always this concerned with others, Commander?"
Erik smiled and then suddenly began to cough, unable to help himself, and thought he could taste blood at the back of his throat. "I try," he managed to say.
A large flash could be seen outside in space and it illuminated the dark inside of the deck, followed by the ship shaking and the emergency forcefield that kept them safe bristling with static. The petty officer grabbed his hand and he looked at her.
"It's all right," he said calmly. Death was never something that frightened him, and the possibility that they might meet their end was starting to become very likely in his mind. "What's your name?"
"Sara," she replied, suddenly aware that she'd grabbed his hand but not removing it.
"That's a lovely name, Sara," Erik said sincerely. For now they were just two people and not a commander and his junior.
"Thank you... and yours?"
"Erik," he answered. He held out his arm to her and she leaned closer, placing her head on his shoulders. "You know, I once dated a girl named Sara."
"Really?" she asked.
He chuckled softly. "No... but it would have been nice, I think. Romance was never very high on my priority list."
"Are you scared?"
"No," he said calmly. "Are you?"
"Yes," she replied after a moment.
"Don't be," Erik whispered as he looked at the stars through hull breach.
The ship suddenly began to vibrate beneath them and Erik saw the stars begin to streak. Sara let out a whimper and tightened her grip on his hand. And before they could realise the ship had jumped to warp, the Chimera completed her final mission, exploding in a brilliant flash of white light that lit up the darkness of space all around it for all to see.
= End Log =
Commander Erik Harker, MIA
Science Advisor
1st Task Force, SSF
-
1st Petty Officer Sara Lanette, MIA
Stellar Cartographer
USS Chimera NX 96899-B (Destroyed)
[NPC by Bren]
Friday, November 7, 2008
[USS Chimera] ||USS Qashqai SD 240811.8, Duty log, Commo. Shane Guzman
"shane.guzman@mojwap.sk" <shane.guzman@mojwap.sk> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:
====== Bridge, USS Qashqai ======
"Report" Shane called through the noise on the bridge.
There was a faint scent of smoke all around the bridge and
Shane knew that at least one third of all consoles on the
bridge are not working. Engineers were trying to do some
repairs in the back section of the bridge … even through
the battle was still raging. Some medic was tending to two
or three bridge crew that were injured bad enough not to
return to their posts.
"Another Warbird is down" Vlimar reported. His words
were confirmed through the maiun view screen … where a
dying D'Deridex class Warbird was to see … not moving,
just slowly drifting while spinning quite fastly.
That was the third Warbird that was rendered useless by the
small Starfleet Force under Shane's command. Two more were
severally damaged and both withdrawed from battle.
Unfortunately, Shane's fleet took some beating as well.
"The Pickwick is reporting massive engine failure, all
they have is 5% impulse speed … for the next 10 minutes.
They request permission to withdraw to SB 234."
Nodding, Shane replied: "Granted" Without the Pickwick,
there were only three Starfleet ships (inclusive Qashqai)
left to fight the Romulans.
"Sir" Vlimar cried, "Chimera is overloading its warp
core, war core breach imminent!" Last time Vlimar
mentioned Chimera, there were less then 20 persons on
board. Poor souls that could not find an working escape pod,
or those injured and unable to move … or those valiant
individuals that choose to die with the ship …
Like many times before, Shane's thoughts wandered to Rangi
and Martin and he strongly hoped that both of them made it
safely off the ship. Shane could not imagine loosing one or
both of them …
"Chimera went to warp … "Vlimar went on, "and
destroyed several Warbirds with her final explosion"
Shane sighed. Before he was promoted to Commodore, Chimera-B
was his ship … and thought he loved Chimera-A more then
her successor, he still felt quite attached to the B version
of Chimera. Seeing her destruction touched his heart …
almost the same as it touched him to see Chimera-A's
destruction on the LOST planet.
He forced himself to return to reality and said: "Select a
new target Colonel and signal it to the fleet. There is
still too much Romulans in this sector …"
Vlimar nodded and looked down on his console … only to
look up with surprise in is eyes: "Sir … Romulans are
disengaging from the fight!"
"What?!" Shane could not believe his eyes. But he could
see it on the screen as well. Dozens of Warbirds were
turning and slowly leaving the battle, some cloaking and
vanishing … some not.
{What the hell is that?} Shane asked himself.
====== Bridge, 10th Galae Command ship
======
Khre'Riov Gaalen broke the silence on the bridge, stood up
from his high command seat and announced: " Orders to all
Galae vessels. We are withdrawing from this battle. Using
cloak … everyone is ordered to disengage from the
battle." Turing around he said: "Have the Preator unit
clean the battle site and remove all prisoners".
Gaalen's order was simple but brutal. All Romulans ships
had to leave the battle site … ships too muc damaged or
not obeying orders would be destroyed by the Praetor unit,
making it impossible for Starfleet to take POWs and acquire
Romulan technology from all the debris around.
The battle was fierce and could be won … eventually …
but the number of losses would rise sky high and even an
victory would mean just another defeat. Gaalen did not want
to loose two thirds of his all fleet and still call this
battle a victory. It almost seemed that today the prize went
to Starfleet and Erassians
{… but our time will come} thought Gaalen while issuing
the final order: "Retreat all farces, all forces retreat
… back to Romulan territory"
"You might have won a battle, but the war will be ours"
Gaalen muttered to himself/.
:====== End of log ======
Commodore Shane Guzman
1st TF CO
SSF Command
(3 IC days remaining)
[USS Chimera] SD: 240811.07 Joint Log General Ivanov & Cmdr. Wellington
=/\= EAS Hermes - Admirals Bridge =/\=
Athena sat down in hopes of easy the pain on her right side a bit. With her elbows on her knees she held her head, she could feel the fear as if it were backing up in her throat threatening to choke her. It would be washed back on occasion by the anger that would swell like a wave from time to time. But, every once in awhile the death that permeated the atmosphere would take all precedence. It was all depressing and it crashed in upon her she fought to keep it in check. She took a deep breath and tried to envision a field filled with flowers and sunshine...something peaceful and serene.
Viktor shouted orders to maintain formation as the Kerberos took a direct hit to her impulse engines overloading the core much as had happened to Chimera only minutes before. Chimera accelerated towards what was likely to be the Romulan Command Warbird using her warp engines and flared brightly.
With the explosion of the Chimera, Athena was on her feet again, this time mostly with her own agitation. Taking a step or two to help alleviate her own devastating thoughts. {Who's injured? Who's.... didn't make it off? Who's..... dead?} Her last thought barely crossed her mind when the ship rocked and sent her taking another stumbling couple of steps.
Viktor caught her by her shoulders. "Steady. I'm sure most of them made it out safely. Keep it together now and we can deal with the aftermath shortly."
She bit her lip to keep from wincing out loud at the sudden stop. "I should have... I could have....." her mind races with possibilities and came to a screeching halt. "You said you were talking to Shane ..... here ..... why wasn't I ordered back to the Chimera?"
"I didn't ask about it as you weren't in the best of states at the time and Shane was more worried about gaining reinforcements for defending the Starbase...I'm not entirely sure if anyone but you and me know that you're here" Viktor kept his gaze on the tactical display trying to calculate an edge over the Romulan Forces to the rear.
"Hhhmmmm......," was Athena's brief reply. {Didn't think to mention it .... or .... Just didn't want to?} She looked at the screen but closed her eyes. {Now's not the time.... how many of those pods will make it? ...What awaits them on the surface.} Another bump of the ship jostled her; reminding her of her own pains. She leaned against a wall where she was out of the way and held her right arm close to her side giving it some support.
"General, it looks like the remaining Starfleet Ships are sallying forth from the Starbase moving to give us support!" A young NCO shouted from the secondary sensors panel at the rear of the Admiral's Bridge.
"Prepare for axial rotation, keep our strongest shields to the Romulans. Take us into the fire..." Viktor gave the order for the about turn so that they could engage the Romulans with the more powerful forward guns.
Athena slide to the floor and pressed herself into the wall and hoped that she wouldn't go to far. She kept her eyes closed and tried to keep track of what was going on with her sense. {Mistake..}popped into her head as she felt as if a sudden bolt of emotion ripped through her head. A tear streaked down her cheek as she willed herself to relax; first in thought and then muscle by muscle.
The Hermes was hit by a violent blast from a Romulan disruptor. "Shields at 32%. Power Supply to Innertial Dampners is fluctating expect turbulence." Came the shout from the Engineering Panel on the Admiral's Bridge."
She started to slip across the floor and tensed her legs brining herself to a sudden stop but not before she gently bumped into someone.
Viktor bent down and picked her up. "Stay with it it's almost over now." he said to her gently.
"General I have four ships inbound from the Third Fleet and they've got a THUD with them too...looks like one of the big ones..." Came the call from Captain Lockheart.
"Not to sound rude or anything...but put an end to this...please," she responded very quietly and suddenly very aware of how tired she felt. "And sorry for being a...pain."
Viktor flashed her a wicked grin "That my dear is exactly what I intend to do." Viktor turned back to the tactical display. "Request that they split the THUD's targets to get rid of the original group and some of those before us."
{Why?} she asked herself as she shook her head. {Now is not the time to find that smile cute..... or sexy.}
The Third Fleet THUD split into its constituent parts and headed towards their individual targets. The independent warheads slammed into the Romulan Warbirds around the Second Fleet and detonated with extreme prejudice taking out the ten Warbirds now to the rear of the Second Fleet and about five of the ones in front leaving only fifteen to split between the resilient Second Fleet and the steadily advancing Starfleet counterattack.
With a wicked smile of her own she asked, "Why aren't you always so obliging?"
With a wicked smile of her own she asked, "Why aren't you always so obliging?"
Viktor replied sideways "I'm male, we're known for being almost as stubborn as females."
"What do you mean almost....." Athena started, "you have me beat hands down."
"Must be my feminine side coming through." Viktor replied nonchalantly
Athena held her hands out in a sort of surrender and asked, "Show it often?" Her question seemed to indicate that he must ... at least according to her.
Viktor grinned "That depends if I'm winning the argument or not. Which more often than not I do unless I specifically intend to lose the argument."
=/\= End Log =/\=
General Viktor Ivanov
FCO
EAS Hermes
&
FCO
EAS Hermes
&
Commander Athena Wellington
Chief Counselor
USS Chimera-B
[USS Chimera] SD 240811.07 || System Log || USS Chimera NX 96899-B ||
[Begin Log]
[1:03]
[1:02]
[1:01]
[1:00]
[Alert: All life boats have been ejected. Captain's yacht has been deployed. Rising plasma levels in decks 20, 21, 23 and 29. Leaks detected in Deuterium holding tank 004. Fire suppression systems active.]
[0:59]
[0:58]
[Initiating Final Phase of Immolation.]
[0:59]
[Warning: Warpcore breach imminent. Stability in the core is decreasing at a steady rate of 2% per second interval.]
[0:51]
[Full power to shields. Transporter inhibitors engaged; breach in network on deck 34, section 8. Mark VII Photon torpedos 1-120 are armed. Mark II Quantum torpedos 1-186 are armed. All graviton and veteron experimental warheads are armed. Tri-cobalt devices 1 and 3 are armed.]
[0:30]
[0:29]
[0:28]
[0:27]
[Navigational variable altered. Warp equations calibrated. New coordinates have been extrapolated.]
[Warning: Warpcore breach imminent. Stability decreasing at a rate of 6% per second.]
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[WARNING: FILE CORRUPTION IN MAIN COMPUTER CORE.]
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[Alert: Destructive entity detected. Command functions have been rerouted to auxiliary computer core. Main Computer core has been locked out.]
[0:15]
[0:14]
[0:13]
[0:12]
[0:11]
[Alert: Log buoy launched. Begin real-time remote updates. Transference of power to Warp engines: 20% of reserves.]
[0:09]
[0:08]
[0:07]
[0:06]
[Alert: Full impulse engaged. ETA at current speed 10:23.]
[0:04]
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[Alert: Warp Factor 4 engaged. ETA 0:02.]
[0:01]
[Warning: Warpcore critica..........................................................................................................
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[End Log]
USS Chimera NX 96899-B
[USS Chimera] SD: 240811.07 Joint Log Ensign Jardan, General Ivanov & Cmdr. Wellington
<<Thanks guys thought it was a good place to end- A>>
***USS Chimera***
+ To unknown vessel.. I need you to quickly open up a hole in your shields as I am trying to abandon ship and do not wish to die just yet.+ Tommy then stepped on to the padd and said," energize!" { Then time to get my revenge}
=/\= EAS Hermes =/\=
The distress call was relayed to Viktor and Athena meet his eyes. "Its a member of the Chimera's crew," she added for Vik's information. "From security..."
"Lowering the shields in battle is not exactly the smartest thing to do. Why can't he use the escape pods like the other crew?" Viktor demanded.
"He'll fight with you," she added as if she could speak for this new crew member. "He's a soldier ..... the one from my past," she finished hoping that the general would pick up on her subtle clues.
Viktor rolled his eyes "Unless he is coming with a fighter or a sizable nuke we won't need him to fight this fight is just about over and the Rommies aren't going to board this ship there's too many transport scramblers...speaking of." Viktor turned back "Open up a 2 metre hole in the ports shields for half a second and open transporter array 5."
She knew she'd pushed almost too far and thought it best to remain silent but didn't move from her position. {If this turns out badly.... } she knew were the blame would lie.
"As for your past deal with it before it deals with you." He said quietly enough so she would be the only one who heard but kept his vision focused on the tactical display. "Stand by to fire a full barrage to 180 degrees the enemies to the front are damaged enough lets take out the bastards tailing us before they pounce." Viktor ordered loudly.
Tommy materialized on the padd and was met by two security officers.He was escorted to the bridge, where he saw a man and a woman standing near a screen. He limped over and said," My name is Ensign Tom Jardan. Thank you for your assistance." He turned to the woman and his eyes widened slightly." I know you?" { from where?}
"I'm the chief counselor on board the Chimera, normally," Athena replied. She doubted that he would be able to make the connection of her preschool age self to the woman she was now. {He's probably reviewed the manifest a time or two.}
Tommy continued to study the counselor.It was almost in the back of his mind but battle fatigue, plus his wounds, was making it hard to think." I was supposed to see you when I reported on board. Sorry to miss the appointment."
"I might have been busy or on vacation," she gave looked at Viktor.
Viktor supressed a grin and merely thought {the brigs always an old favourite too...}. Viktor simply raised a hand indicating his lack of information to that particular subject.
Tommy started to turn back to the other gentleman when, unbidden, a picture of a older woman entered his mind. A woman he had worked with on Betazed during the occupation. A woman who had been severely wounded for helping his team. That woman, he suddenly remembered, had a granddaughter. Who looked.....Tommy turned back to her," Athena?"
As she reached for the med kit she had discarded earlier, she heard Tom say her name. She turned back, and looked at the ensign saying, "yes?"
"I remember... you're Athena, Lesanna's Granddaughter...on Betazed. How is she doing? and..sorry."
"She's at rest now....." Athena opened the kit and started to clean what she could of the Ensign's wounds.
"When?...Never mind, we can catch up later. What's the situation? how bad does the battle go?" asked Tommy. Turning to the man he asked," And you are?"
"General Viktor Ivanov. Commander of the Erassian Alliance Second Fleet, Lord Defender of the Hybrid Crown and primary cause of headaches for Commodore Guzman. The battle is intense but well within parameters. Reinforcements from the Third Fleet are due any moment and the Starfleet ships are regrouping possibly for a counter-attack but I guess thats all dependant on Guzman refraining from interfering with himself for five minutes." Viktor looked at him for a brief moment. "If you're looking for something to do then go help out down in the infirmary. Starfleet still teaches first aid to all recruits I assume? There's about 47 down there so far, take care of the minor stuff so the docs can treat the worse off."
Athena finished doing what she could for Tom as Viktor gave the soldier a short briefing and a job. She tossed the medkit toward her seat. "Hope that will do for now," she stated with a small smile.
As he listened to the General he determined that he and the commodore weren't the best of friends. He turned to Athena with a smile of his own." You did a great job. And, I really do want to talk with you later. General, I know a lot more than just medic training. I was marine special forces, sir." Tommy stood up." Sir, I would be more than happy to help out wherever I can.
As Tom left the Bridge escorted by 4 Special Forces soldiers Viktor called to him without turning "Give my regards to old man Harbright next time you see him."
Tommy looked back for a moment and smiled." Yes, sir. And, I want in on the next battle sir." Tommy left the bridge with his escorts.
=/\= End Log =/\=
Ensign Tom Jardan
Deputy Chief of Security
Commander Athena Wellington
Chief Counselor
USS Chimera-B
&
General Viktor Ivanov
FCO
EAS Hermes
FCO
EAS Hermes
[USS Chimera] SD 240811.07 || Captain Yach JL || Part II ||
[Captain's Yacht - USS Bahamut]
Entering the command deck Gustav quickly found Commander Rojac and
said "Ensign Kroitzer reporting sir" noticing another crewman talking
to him and looking about as confused as he was.
"Kroitzer!" Rojac shouted, tossing aside the pleasantries. "Take those
transporters off-line! Prioritize power to all tactical systems!"
He turned to the yellow collared First Lieutenant. "You. I need you to
work those micro-torpedo targeting systems over there." He pointed to
an auxiliary tactical console. "Fire on my order."
The Chimera's CO focused his attention back on his tactical display
before him. "Pazla, evasive pattern bravo-alpha-three."
Gustav hurried to the engineering console and after typing in a few
commands cut power to the transporters he then diverted all the power
gained to the weapons array.
Jade just nodded and swung the rifle over her shoulder and rushed over
to the auxiliary tactical station and armed the micro torpedoes and
waited for the CO's order to fire.
"Aye sir," Pazla replied as her fingers tapped across the console.
"Disengaging cloak." She rolled the Bahamut to starboard, trying to
dodge the incoming fire.
Rojac grit his teeth as he focused the targeting sensors on the dorsal
EPS relays of the small fighter craft. It would be a tricky shot due
to the quickness of the Romulan craft, but Rojac was confident in the
numbers provided by the quantum micro-torpedoes. "Target acquired
Lieutenant. Fire-at-will!"
After Rojac gave the order to fire she fired 6 micro-torpedoes four of
them hit hard on the side of the Romulan fighter destroying it
immediately where as the other two went off and exploded after not
hitting anything.
"Two fighters have taken up position on our ass, sir!" Pazla shouted,
not really caring much for formality anymore. "They're unloading
disruptors! Initiating evasive manuevers."
Noticing the positions of the 2 remaining craft Gustav diverted some
power to the aft shields just before the Romulan fighters opened fire.
Kroitzer was looking at the read outs on his console when he noticed a
build up of power "Sir we've got an overload in the starboard impulse
drive"
"Fix it, Ensign." Rojac ordered. "We can't afford to sacrifice our
mobility here." The CO turned back to his console and targeted the two
new targets taking up their aft positions and locking on their own
torpedoes. With practised skill, he found their weapons systems and
locked on.
"Lieutenant, targets locked. Fire!" Rojac ordered, noticing that the
Romulans had launched weapons of their own. He quickly fired the aft
pulse cannon and took one down, another reflected off shields but one
made contact and shuttered the small craft.
Reese targeted one of the last two fighters with three torpedoes and
all three of them slammed into the hull and it spun out of control
before blowing up, but before it did it struck the fourth and last
fighter in the area. The impact from the other fighter hit the last
fighter in the propulsion completely disabling the fighter.
Reese then fired the pulse phasers to disable there weapons to finally
eliminate there threat.
"Last fighter is hot on our trail, coming in fast at at three
o'clock," Pazla reported quickly.
Once the threat of the fighters was gone Reese switched her console
from tactical to operations to modified the shields of the yacht
quickly change your console and shift shields to match the fighters
shield frequency. "Alright I've modified our shields to match the
fighters we can move on to part two of the plan." Jade said without
turning to face the CO.
"I'm getting sick of these Romulans," Pazla muttered under her breath
as she dove the yacht downward and targeted the last fighter, firing
phasers full blast through its weakened shields, causing the Romulan
craft to explode in a fireball.
With some quick thinking and luck on his part Gustav managed to stop
the over load by diverting the power to the replicator systems on the
ship making then useless but he preferred this to the alternative "Sir
overload avoided, but I have to report the replicators are screwed"
Gustav shouting over everyone else.
Gustav also put in a computer controlled limiter on the impulse
injectors to stop the overload happening again, the limiter didn't
stop the power from getting to the injectors what it did stop was
excess power getting to them causing the overload and managing to keep
full manoeuvrability.
injectors to stop the overload happening again, the limiter didn't
stop the power from getting to the injectors what it did stop was
excess power getting to them causing the overload and managing to keep
full manoeuvrability.
Rojac focused his attention back to the Chimera. He checked his chronometer and counted down the remaining time.
3...
2...
1...
The Chimera's engines flashed as the gargantuan ship jumped to warp and crossed the vast distance to the romulan fleet in a split second. ROjac winced as the violent white light from the burst lit up the shuttle's viewscreen. He, and the other officers, covered their eyes as the audo-destruct overload program executed its programming; and performed the Chimera's final act of defiance agaisnt the Romulan agressors.
Rojac accessed the sensor read-outs, and networked with the remaining operational pallets on SB 234. "Blast radius extended 700,000 km. Five Romulan capital ships destroyed, eleven more damaged." He reported with an obvious lack of enthusiasm, as if his vigor had been drained from his soul. "The Galae is retreating to a defensive position past the orbit of Aeran VII."
The Captain sighed, and leaned back in his chair. A heavy laden silence fell across the entire yacht. "Pazla, take us close to the log bouy. Kroitzer, beam it to the cargo bay. Then lets go planetside and see how the survivors are faring."
[End Log]
Commander Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer
Lieutenant JG Pazla Dacour
Chief Helm Officer
Ensign Gistav Kroitzer
Deputy Chief Engineer
(Former) USS Chimera NX 96899-B
&
First Lieutenant Jade Reese
Currently Unassigned
Re: [USS Chimera] re: Survivors
rangi.summers@mojwap.sk wrote to chimera@ucip.org:
Sorry....this is meant for the Command Team only
rangi
----- Original Message Follows -----
From: rangi.summers@mojwap.sk
To: <chimera@ucip.org>
Subject: [USS Chimera] re: Survivors
Date: Fri, 07 Nov 2008 11:05:58 +0100
> rangi.summers@mojwap.sk wrote to chimera@ucip.org:
>
> Good morning.
> Do you know when the time switch it likely to happen? Are
> we to log events on the planet such as setting up camps,
> possibly help from inhabitants etc?
> If so, how many survivors do you want?
>
> Rangi
[USS Chimera] re: Survivors
rangi.summers@mojwap.sk wrote to chimera@ucip.org:
Good morning.
Do you know when the time switch it likely to happen? Are we
to log events on the planet such as setting up camps,
possibly help from inhabitants etc?
If so, how many survivors do you want?
Rangi
Thursday, November 6, 2008
[USS Chimera] 240811.07, CEO's Log, Cdr Rick Rodgers
=Aeran III=
Rick tried to focus on organizing the crew. While doing so,
he kept a hopeful eye out for Mai, hoping that she would
show up at their temporary base.
He had heard of a couple of reports of pods landing in a
few locations kilometers away from the base site. Rick
wanted to go to these landing sites himself, but he needed
to be here ... not just because he was a senior staff
officer, but because of Rachel.
As he wondered through the crew, he always kept an eye on
his daughter, who was running around with Martin. How often
do these two kids get a chance to play on actual dirt and
grass?
The crew kept an eye skyward, in case the Romulans would
send down some fighters to pick off the survivors on the
ground. Chances were slim since the Rommies seemed busy
with other things, but there was always a chance.
Rick saw Rachel running towards him.
"Look at what I have?" she said with a wide grin, holding
out a flower.
"That's a very lovely flower," Rick said as he lifted the
child. It looked to be a cross between a rose and a tulip.
Of course, Rick didn't know much about flowers, so he
couldn't really tell.
He held the flower by its stem and placed it underneath
her hairline behind her left ear. The flower stuck out next
to her left eye.
"There, a pretty flower for a pretty young lady," Rick said,
kissing her on her right cheek as she giggled.
"Who's that, daddy?" she asked, pointing toward someone
walking up to them with his or her uniform coat over their
upper body, covering their head. He or she looked as if they
were hiding.
"I don't know," Rick said as he lowered Rachel and motioned
for her to play with Martin.
Just as she ran off, the crewman, now in front of Rick, lifted
the coat to show his face.
"Tembar? Is that you?" Rick asked.
"Of course it's me," Tembar replied.
"What may I ask are you doing?" Rick was puzzled.
"Protecting myself from the sun. There's too much sun."
"It's not that bad," Rick said.
"I don't like the sun. Do you know how dangerous the sun's
rays are?"
The CEO shook his head.
"Really Tembar. I had no idea you were afraid of the sun."
"For good reason. The sun had been known to cause a number
of skin ailments and diseases. I tell you, people are insane
for standing out in it like there's nothing wrong."
Rick tried to hold back a laugh.
"How did you ever get through the academy ... the survival
training alone."
"I was given medical excuses. Besides, I'm a genius when it
comes to holographic cloaking technology. Starfleet's not
going to risk losing me for some silly outdoor games. I'm
much too valuable."
"And here we are, in the great outdoors," Rick said, waiving
his arms around. "The fresh air, the beautiful sun ...
"You can have your fresh air and sun. I prefer to be in my
labs surrounded by computers and technology. I'm going back
to the safety of my escape pod."
Tembar turned and walked away. Rick couldn't help but to
continue to laugh. Despite everything that has happened, he
was surprised that he could still laugh.
He then stopped laughing and his smile disappeared.
"Mai, sweetheart ... where are you?" he muttered, taking
another look around the base.
Commander Rick Rodgers
Chief Engineering Officer
U.S.S. Chimera (formally)
and
Lieutenant (j.g.) Tembar (npc by Rick)
Holographic Cloak Specialist
U.S.S. Chimera (formally)
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[USS Chimera] SD 240811.07 Duty Log, Khre=?iso-8859-1?B?klJpb3Y=?= Gaalen
"shane.guzman@mojwap.sk" <shane.guzman@mojwap.sk> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:
====== Bridge, Romulan 10th fleet flagship
======
Khre'Riov Gaalen closed his eyes. There was a relative
silence on the bridge … as none dared to speak louder and
break the General's thoughts. Gaalen's Warird was still
cloaked and watching the battle from a safe distance.
Gaalen felt that the victory is slipping from his hands as
he watched the battle. The original plan was good and
simple. His forces will crush the few unprepared Starfleet
vessels, seize the Starfleet Station, make it to 10th fleet
HQ and secure this sector. A large offensive was planned
just a few days after this battle … where hundreds of
Warbirds would storm Federation space, but they needed a
station within federation territory … and without that
station, an invasion would become far more difficult.
Cursing the Tal'shiar and their strong belief that the
Erassians would NOT aid the Federation, Gaalen had to admit
that he underestimated the power of Erassian alliance. The
alliance was thought to be a 3rd class power, equaling the
Cardassian Union and labeled as military unimportant. The
recent battle proved this assumption wrong … as it were
the Erassian 2nd fleet that turned the tide of the battle.
With their heavy weaponry, they've managed to wipe out a
third of Gaalen's forces within minutes of arrival in the
Aeran system. Luckily, Gaalen's reserves … 30 Warbirds
… slowed the Erassians down, forcing them taking a bit
more defensive tactics, but Gaalen knew that it was just a
matter of time when his forces will be repelled. Those
reserve Warbirds were expected to raid the sector and as
such … they were not equipped with the advanced tactical
weapons … just ordinary disruptors and torpedoes.
Another element was the stubbornness of humans. They're
just unable to take a defeat and fight back again and again
… Gaalen could not understand Commodore Guzman and his
last attempt to deal damage to Romulan fleet. He gathered
four ships (all were damaged to a certain degree), formed an
assault group and attacked the right flank. Their chances
were minimal … but they insisted to fight.
As some famous guys said : "The problem is choice" Human
just LOVED to have choice and until they had at least two
ways to go, it was impossible to foretell what path they
will take. But there was a certain pattern in the reaction
of human commanders … they rather scarified themselves
rather then face a bitter defeat and destruction.
Just a short time ago, Gaalen was informed that the Humans
were using some strange signals … light signals … to
communicate (and for a certain time the battle field looked
like a gigantic xmass tree ..) , but none of his encryption
specialist was able to understand the human code. This way,
there was no option how to sniff to the human communication
and the only signals they were receiving were orders from
Guzman … "FULL ATTACK!"
Gaalen was no Klingon warrior and he saw no use to die on
the battle field for honour or glory. He preferred to
survive and fight some other day. Deep in his heart he began
to realize that there was just one option for him left.
Erassians were pressing on his fleet, Guzman's little
force was stinging like a crazy bee … and Gaalen knew that
unless there will something unexpected happen … he will
soon ave to issue a certain order …
====== End of log ======
Khre'Riov Gaalen (NPC by Mumacik)
10th Galae Leigh
Romulan Galae
[USS Chimera] SD240811.06 ||SB234|| NCP Duty Log, Spc Anne Edgars & Sgt David Hackworth
<<Sorry, I will log with Joeleco later today or tomorrow>> -=- Star Base 234 - Desk 12 -=- Michael McKnight and Ra'nar were both big men, over 6 foot tall and weighing just over and under the two hundred pounds mark, respectively. Both were in full combat armour and were wearing their helmets. And yet, neither their size nor armour could save them were a Romulan Photon Grenade landed in between them, however a combination of both meant that almost everyone else behind the barrier was protected from the kill-zone of the grenade. When Specialist Anne Elgars - Annie to her friends - awoke the first thing she noticed was that their were bells in her ears. A close second and third was that she was covered in blood from the two ODA operators, and far more scarily…. the Vulcan female was wailing and screaming at the top of her lungs while tears ran down her face. Annie had never seen a Vulcan show even the slightest bit of emotion in her life and to see one having something very close to a brake down was more than she could take. She froze for several seconds, just lying on her side looking at the wreck of a women brake down before her, until she felt a slap across her face. ***** Sergeant David Hackworth had always known in was a bad idea for ODA Operators to get married, but he would never have believed that either Mick or Tulosana would ever get hurt, they were the two luckiest marines he had ever known. And none Mick was dead and his wife had shut off the world around her and was lost in her grief. David shock his head, wiped his best friend off his face and tried to think of what to do. He looked around, only a few Engineers had stayed after seeing the two ODA Operators taken out like that, he did not blame them, bravery had its limits, one of the few that was still here was the specialist who had rigged the corridor to explode, but from the look of her she was in a deep state of shock, but Sergeant David Hackworth knew the cure for the that. He slapped her with everything he had, before doing his best Drill Sergeant impersonation, "SPECIALIST!!! ON YOUR FEET!" After another slap across her face the Specialist crawled up to her elbows and knees, "I need to you ridge up this section to give us time to fall back." There was still a dazed look in her eyes, "SPECIALIST! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" She nodded. "Please don't hit me again," she muttered in a voice just above a whisper. "Rig up this section," he repeated. She nodded, and crawled over to her equipment bag which had been well shielded from the blast by her own body, lucky considering there was enough C-9 in there to take out four decks. David Hackworth moved over to his dead friends to remove their armour, tags and anything else that could be salvaged when the Vulcan pushed him aside, tears still streaming down her face. He was going to keep quite until he saw her place her fingers around Micheal's face. "What are you doing?" he asked in hushed tones, "He's dead." There was not even any need to check for a pulse, his body armour had protected his torso and his helmet protected his brain, but their were deep wounds on his face and neck and his left arm and left leg being violently removed, and away, nobody could survive loosing that much blood. "His brain is not dead yet," She said closing her eyes and focusing, "I will take whatever is left." David felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, "that's…. immoral," he whispered. "I am his wife." she managed to answer before going into a trance like state. Sergeant David Hackworth did not get to reply as he was distracted by Romulan rifle pulse sailed over his shoulder, he cursed his stupidity for not staying low and returned fire. He did not see the Vulcan then move over to the dead Cardassian Marine and repeat the procedure.
After a few minutes of back and forth fire, the red haired Specialist indicted that she had finished and ready to move. Davis then moved over to his dead friends and removed their armour as he had originally intended, "put his on" he said tossing the specialist one of the two blood soaked vests, the other he handed to the last Engineer still with them. He glanced back over to the Vulcan and noticed to his shock that she was now firing her weapon without a trace of grieving in her face. "You okay?" He asked. "Just fine" she answered before adding in a thick southern American accent, "y'all 'kay?" David's eye's widened, but he kept he calm, now was not the time too panic. "pin them down with fire then fall back." The four remaining behind the barrier opened up with their MKIII rifles, and then started to move back. The male engineer made the fatal mistake of raising his head too high and caught a disruptor blast to the back of it for his trouble, as he slumped to the ground the three turned and opened fire dropping a few Romulans themselves, but there was a hail of disruptor fire in return. It took David a few moments to realise that the Vulcan was on the floor was a hole going just below were her unprotected abdomen. "I can't feel anything below my waist." She muttered. David had kept up a constant rate of fire while the specialist dealt with the injured Vulcan, but even over the sound of the battle he managed to hear the specialist answer, "The disruptor beam severed your spine." At that David winced, but not as much as when he heard the Vulcan mutter "Remember." He turned just in time to see the Vulcans hand on the Elgars' face. -=- End Log -=- TBC….
Specialist Anne Elgars Communications Technician Starbase 234 & Sergeant David Hackworth ODA Weapons Specialist On Leave |
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
[USS Chimera] SD: 240811.04 Duty Log 2nd Lieutenant Nyx
=/\= SB 234 =/\=
Mnemosyme heard the foot falls behind her following rapidly. She hugged her newly acquired equipment to her with her one arm while keeping one of the phasers drawn with the other. She was moving quicker than those that were pursuing her. She rounded a corner that would give her some cover but if she could get something to block the corridor; it would hold what she assumed to be the enemy at bay. It would totally block them in.
As she adjusted her arm holding the engineering kit, her eyes fell to the kits about her waist. {Engineering and Medical??} She put both kits down on the floor and looked at them and then took a look around. {A control panel... A circuit is just a circle.} She tried to remember the small bits of engineering that came along with her training.
She pulled a few wires from the control panel using a tool from the engineering kit. She pulled a couple of items from the med kit and another tool from the other kit. She tinkered for a few more seconds until the pounding foot steps sounded as if they were upon her. {Now what.... think ...} She willed calmness and thought back to the engineering lecture back in basics. {Connect this wire here and then connect this one here... and this metal splint to this wire and.... let's hope it works.}
Mnemosyme pulled both bags around the corner and took cover. She then pulled one phaser from its holder and the other from her waistband. She ventured a look around the corner and saw four Romulan soldiers making their way down the corridor. She held steady but kept her breath slow and even and perhaps a bit shallow. The first soldier approached the area where she had set up her trap. She held her breath as the enemy stepped even closer.
"AAAAAAAAArrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"
The scream was deafening and the sight was pretty gruesome as well, but Mnemosyme couldn't take her eyes away. The soldier fell to the ground and his body flopped around a bit before finally coming to a silent stop.
=/\= End Log =/\=
2nd Lieutenant Mnemosyme Nyx
Jr. Counselor Medic
SB 234
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
[USS Chimera] SD:240811.05 USS Lancelot NPC JL
=Shuttle Scioto=
Three shuttles departed one after another from shuttle bay one and made a turn toward the incoming Romulan fighters. Trent had given the Type-9 shuttle, the Amu Darya, to Shuite since he was the better pilot and could probably accomplish more. Trent piloted the Scioto and the other Type-7 shuttle, the Harricana, was being flown by Ensign Rok'shana. All three shuttles had a crewman manning the tactical station.
"OK, people, lets form up on the Amu Darya and try to drive a wedge into the Rommies. Mr Shuite, we're going to follow you in," Trent ordered form the Scioto's pilot's chair.
"Understood," Shuite said as they rapidly approached the Romulans in a V formation.
Then, all hell broke loose as the shuttles flew through the fighters, each side firing away at the other.
The shuttles got off a few good shots early, but were now being pursued by the more agile and well armed fighters. Two fighters went after the Darya while the other two shuttles were being chased by a fighter each.
The battle was actually going well for the shuttles until the Harricana lost her shields and was quickly destroyed.
"Damn it," Trent muttered as he made a sharp turn and made a close fly-by against the fighter that was chasing him, firing off a few micro-torpedoes in the process.
When the shuttles would try to take the battle away from the Lancelot, the fighters would turn and advance toward the starship. The shuttles now chased the fighters, but the fighters turned to again focus on the shuttles.
"Shields are down to 20 percent, the crewman manning the Scioto tac station told Trent.
"Transfer whatever you can to shields and weapons," Trent ordered.
About a minute passed and Trent's shuttle was being pummeled, but the Amu Darya managed to take out a fighter.
"Our shields can't take anymore, sir," the Scioto tac crewman said, before his station exploded, killing him.
Trent tried to maneuver the shuttle and fire her weapons, but it was becoming impossible.
+tap+ "Amu Darya to Scioto, we have four more Romulan fighters inbound."
Trent saw the new Romulan fighters close in and knew that they didn't stand a chance.
"Mr. Shuite, get out of here! I'll hold them off as long as I can!" Trent ordered.
Trent then saw a few more blips approaching on his sensors and just laughed.
"Seems the Rommies are overdoing it a bit," Trent muttered.
"Federation Shuttles this is Three Flight of Herakles' Strength Squadron inbound on your position. ETA 20 seconds." First Lieutenant Shaun Molyneux said over the open comms line.
"This is Commander Rodgers of the Lancelot. You are a sight for sore eyes, Lieutenant."
"Don't get grateful now it ain't over yet Commander. Three Flight weapons hot, we're going in."
The three Erassian M35's swept in and engaged the Romulan Scorpions in combat their primary plasma cannons dealing devastating damage to the Scorpion's shields in mere seconds before breaking formation to engage up close and personal in a dogfight.
Trent watched as the Erassians engage the Romulans. He pulled his own damaged shuttle out of the fight, but saw the Darya still engaging an enemy fighter. He then saw why. The Scorpion had broken away from the battle and was making for the Lancelot. The Scioto, being closer to the Lancelot, also went after the rogue Rommie fighter. The Scorpion seemed to pick up speed. Trent then realized what was happening.
The Scorpion made a direct line for the engineering section of the helpless Lancelot. It didn't even bother firing its weapons. It had no intention in doing so.
"It's going to ram her," Trent said to himself. "Not if I can help it."
Trent sat the course of the Scioto to intercept the Scorpion. The Darya tried to chase it down, but was losing ground. So, as far as Trent was concerned, he had only one choice as he picked up speed as well and planned to ram the Romulan fighter. The Scorpion tried to evade, but Trent kept it in his sights. Then, out of what seemed to be nowhere, a blast from one of the Lancelot's forward torpedo tubes slammed into the fighter, smashing it to bits. Trent barely avoided the blast, pulling back hard until he was well away from what was left of the Romulan fighter.
"Good work, Santos," Trent yelled out.
The Scioto then limped her way between the Lancelot and the Scorpions and M35's.
"Good work Fed you've got guts. If that ship can move we can escort you to the starbase. Plenty of shields and guns there to protect you. Fancy that then Commander?" Molyneux asked feeling oddly impressed by the determination the Federation pilot had shown.
Santos had pulled off one miracle by getting the torpedo tube operational. He didn't perceive another miracle in the way of the impulse drive, at least not right away. He also didn't like the idea of sitting around here, out in the open, knowing that more Scorpions, and maybe a warbird or two could come his way.
"Unfortunately, our impulse drive is still down," Trent said.
Before Molyneux could respond ...
+tap+ "Lancelot to Scioto."
"Scioto here."
+tap+ "Sir, we've got impulse back up, but only at just under 10 percent."
Trent smiled at the news. Santos might give his brother a run for his money.
"Excellent work. Set a course for the starbase. We'll get underway when I return to the ship. Rodgers out."
Trent then spoke to the Erassian pilot.
"Lieutenant, we might be a little slow, but if that offer still stands, we could sure use the escort."
Beneath his flight suit helmet Shaun grinned "No problem at all. Be sure to return the favour if we ever meet again in the future Commander." He signalled to the other fighters and they took up escort positions around the damaged Katana-B class and began the slow journey towards the relative safety of the Starbase.
Three shuttles departed one after another from shuttle bay one and made a turn toward the incoming Romulan fighters. Trent had given the Type-9 shuttle, the Amu Darya, to Shuite since he was the better pilot and could probably accomplish more. Trent piloted the Scioto and the other Type-7 shuttle, the Harricana, was being flown by Ensign Rok'shana. All three shuttles had a crewman manning the tactical station.
"OK, people, lets form up on the Amu Darya and try to drive a wedge into the Rommies. Mr Shuite, we're going to follow you in," Trent ordered form the Scioto's pilot's chair.
"Understood," Shuite said as they rapidly approached the Romulans in a V formation.
Then, all hell broke loose as the shuttles flew through the fighters, each side firing away at the other.
The shuttles got off a few good shots early, but were now being pursued by the more agile and well armed fighters. Two fighters went after the Darya while the other two shuttles were being chased by a fighter each.
The battle was actually going well for the shuttles until the Harricana lost her shields and was quickly destroyed.
"Damn it," Trent muttered as he made a sharp turn and made a close fly-by against the fighter that was chasing him, firing off a few micro-torpedoes in the process.
When the shuttles would try to take the battle away from the Lancelot, the fighters would turn and advance toward the starship. The shuttles now chased the fighters, but the fighters turned to again focus on the shuttles.
"Shields are down to 20 percent, the crewman manning the Scioto tac station told Trent.
"Transfer whatever you can to shields and weapons," Trent ordered.
About a minute passed and Trent's shuttle was being pummeled, but the Amu Darya managed to take out a fighter.
"Our shields can't take anymore, sir," the Scioto tac crewman said, before his station exploded, killing him.
Trent tried to maneuver the shuttle and fire her weapons, but it was becoming impossible.
+tap+ "Amu Darya to Scioto, we have four more Romulan fighters inbound."
Trent saw the new Romulan fighters close in and knew that they didn't stand a chance.
"Mr. Shuite, get out of here! I'll hold them off as long as I can!" Trent ordered.
Trent then saw a few more blips approaching on his sensors and just laughed.
"Seems the Rommies are overdoing it a bit," Trent muttered.
"Federation Shuttles this is Three Flight of Herakles' Strength Squadron inbound on your position. ETA 20 seconds." First Lieutenant Shaun Molyneux said over the open comms line.
"This is Commander Rodgers of the Lancelot. You are a sight for sore eyes, Lieutenant."
"Don't get grateful now it ain't over yet Commander. Three Flight weapons hot, we're going in."
The three Erassian M35's swept in and engaged the Romulan Scorpions in combat their primary plasma cannons dealing devastating damage to the Scorpion's shields in mere seconds before breaking formation to engage up close and personal in a dogfight.
Trent watched as the Erassians engage the Romulans. He pulled his own damaged shuttle out of the fight, but saw the Darya still engaging an enemy fighter. He then saw why. The Scorpion had broken away from the battle and was making for the Lancelot. The Scioto, being closer to the Lancelot, also went after the rogue Rommie fighter. The Scorpion seemed to pick up speed. Trent then realized what was happening.
The Scorpion made a direct line for the engineering section of the helpless Lancelot. It didn't even bother firing its weapons. It had no intention in doing so.
"It's going to ram her," Trent said to himself. "Not if I can help it."
Trent sat the course of the Scioto to intercept the Scorpion. The Darya tried to chase it down, but was losing ground. So, as far as Trent was concerned, he had only one choice as he picked up speed as well and planned to ram the Romulan fighter. The Scorpion tried to evade, but Trent kept it in his sights. Then, out of what seemed to be nowhere, a blast from one of the Lancelot's forward torpedo tubes slammed into the fighter, smashing it to bits. Trent barely avoided the blast, pulling back hard until he was well away from what was left of the Romulan fighter.
"Good work, Santos," Trent yelled out.
The Scioto then limped her way between the Lancelot and the Scorpions and M35's.
"Good work Fed you've got guts. If that ship can move we can escort you to the starbase. Plenty of shields and guns there to protect you. Fancy that then Commander?" Molyneux asked feeling oddly impressed by the determination the Federation pilot had shown.
Santos had pulled off one miracle by getting the torpedo tube operational. He didn't perceive another miracle in the way of the impulse drive, at least not right away. He also didn't like the idea of sitting around here, out in the open, knowing that more Scorpions, and maybe a warbird or two could come his way.
"Unfortunately, our impulse drive is still down," Trent said.
Before Molyneux could respond ...
+tap+ "Lancelot to Scioto."
"Scioto here."
+tap+ "Sir, we've got impulse back up, but only at just under 10 percent."
Trent smiled at the news. Santos might give his brother a run for his money.
"Excellent work. Set a course for the starbase. We'll get underway when I return to the ship. Rodgers out."
Trent then spoke to the Erassian pilot.
"Lieutenant, we might be a little slow, but if that offer still stands, we could sure use the escort."
Beneath his flight suit helmet Shaun grinned "No problem at all. Be sure to return the favour if we ever meet again in the future Commander." He signalled to the other fighters and they took up escort positions around the damaged Katana-B class and began the slow journey towards the relative safety of the Starbase.
Commander Trent Rodgers (npc by Rick)
Commanding Officer
USS Lancelot
First Lieutenant Shaun Molyneux (npc Ixus)
Flight Leader
EAS Herakles
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[USS Chimera] SD 240811.04 - Personal Log - Ens Karishma Padmini (AMO)
=/\= Escape Pod =/\= The escape pod whizzed through space towards the planet that was in view, eventually being pulled by the gravity into the planet's atmosphere. Immediately, the escape pod picked up speed as a fire began to ignite around it, causing for Kimberly to suddenly become petrified. Karishma could feel the immense fear that the young woman exuded so she leaned over and pat her on the hand. "It's all right, Kimberly. That is natural. Nothing is wrong with the escape pod." She spoke softly in a soothing voice. Out the viewport, she could glimpse two other escape pods descending into the atmosphere, falling towards the planet below. She motioned at the window towards the two other escape pods, "See? They are fine. Just like we are. We shall soon be down on the planet and then we can reunite with the others." A silence suddenly set in, the woman exceedingly terrified where Karishma attempted to remain calm and collected. That is quite often how she was. Several minutes passed in relative silence as the escape pod plummeted towards the planet that lingered below. "I don't like this. Leaving the Chimera like that." Kimberly spoke, breaking the silence. "Wicked Romulans." Karishma could sense that her fear had subsided and that she was calm. "For now…" Karishma started. "It is the wisest course of action. What did you think would have been better? Remaining there until our ship was blown to bits?" She shook her head, "My only concern though is if we actually get the ship back. Nothing can be done with Romulan Warbirds surrounding it like predators." She sighed; casting a glance towards her bag filled with an assortment of medical items that she always kept packed in case of an emergency. The engineering officer responded with silence, taking to staring out the viewport as the planet came closer and closer. Green mountains, verdant meadows, a forest of strange gnarled trees and a lake came into view. In all, it seemed like a lovely planet but considering the circumstances, Karishma's mind was engaged in the crises at present. "Where did your burns and injured leg come from?" She inquired, breaking the silence. The woman's dark eyes studied the burns on her hand then glanced towards Karishma. "An accident in engineering. There was a leak and some sort of machinery landed on my leg." Kimberly responded in a quiet manner, seemingly calm. Karishma made a face, "That doesn't sound quite pleasant. Well when we are down on the planet, I will take a look at it." Another silence descended on the occupants of the escape pod. Karishma turned her gaze towards the viewport, taking note of the time it would take to touch down on the planet. "That is a nice ring you have there." Kimberly stated, pointing a finger towards her wedding finger. Karishma grimaced at the compliment before simply muttering, "Thank you." The woman tilted her head, clearly noticing Karishma's response, "Why do you make such a face? It is a beautiful ring. At least I like it." "Now is not the time to speak of such frivolous things!" Karishma snapped, almost glaring at the woman. Once the escape pod had landed, Karishma unstrapped herself before releasing Kimberly from the seatbelt restraint then ambled towards the terminal, tapping at the control panel to open the door. The door opened with a mechanic hum then she walked over to the woman and wrapped her arm around her neck, like she did before, and both made their way out of the escape pod. Once outside of the escape pod, both women glanced around only to realize that there were no other escape pods in sight. They were in the middle of a forest with trees more than twenty or twenty-five feet in height. "This is not good!" Karishma blinked, glancing around for any sign of other escape pods. "Where in the name of Krios are we?" =/\= Unknown destination, Charos IV =/\= Ensign Karishma Padmini Assistant Medical Officer USS Chimera & Assistant Engineering Officer USS Chimera |
[USS Chimera] SD240810.28 Joint Duty Log - Cmdr/1Lt TF IA/COps Lernen Harbright and Jade Reese - "Breaking a Code" Part II
"kevin coupe" <fallenang3l4@gmail.com> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:
<< Continued from "Breaking a Code" Part I and this is also a backlog >>
=/\= Deck 27 Taskforce Intelligence, USS Chimera-B =/\=
**** Begin Snippet ****
Jade pushed a few buttons and all of the information they were looking at
popped up on the table top, but she put the communication probe on the
holo-emitter, so that they could get a 3D view of it, "alright to get
that cycling program up and running we first need to get the other
ships of the fleet on this plan. And do that this communication probe
is the answer." Jade said looking at the rotating communication probe
looking for a way to get it to help the situation.
**** End Snippet ****
"I just thought of another problem we might have with the probe."
Elsworth said, "even if we do get a probe out there it would be shot
down or at least they'll try and shoot down." Elsworth said looking at
the probe, "plus it would take to long to established a shield to the
probe to protect it." Elsworth said finishing up.
"Alright I'll take these considerations to the Commander and see what
he has to say." Jade said picking up the tablet with all of there
ideas and problems that will come with the idea. She then headed to
the Commanders office once at the door she hit the chime to signify
that there was someone outside of his door.
"Enter" Lernen called. His usual scowl deepened when he saw who it
was. "What do you have to report Leftenant? Good news I assume." He
took the padd that she silently offered and examined it taking in all
the details on it. "Cyclical jamming patterns, haven't seen that
little tactic since 2383." He muttered to himself. "So Leftenant what
would be your preference to deal with the situation?"
"Will we were thinking of using a communication probe to transfer a
message, but the problem that comes with that is that it offers
something else for the Romulans to shoot at and to be honest it won't
last a second out there." Jade said, "the other idea was an EM field
something that could bring down the jamming signals, but it would also
cause havoc on any ships in the area which would be good if they were
all Romulan, but we know that's not going to be the case every time."
Jade said she took a breath going on to her last and final idea to get
this plan out to the other Federation ships.
"I remember reading somewhere that durning one of the great wars of
old Earth they used something called morse code either with sound or
lights it would allow them to communicate with each other without
speaking and I doubt the Romulans know about it, so they wouldn't be
able to know what we're saying. The main problem I see with this is
getting every Federation ship to see the morse code and then also if
they know what it even means." Jade knowing that this idea is way out
there, but knowing that she was in an Intelligence department this
might be the sanest idea they've heard in awhile.
"The Crimean War was the first war it was used in if I recall
correctly. Okay use the running lights on the ship to signal with the
Morse Code. It ought to be antiquated enough that the Romulans can't
figure it out and I'm sure Stewart on the Manticore should be smart
enough to figure it out maybe Vornel on the Ghandi should too, as for
the D'Artangan and the other remaining ships I don't know the Captains
well enough to say." Lernen frowned. "Good work Leftenant, that
cyclical jamming took the SIGINT boys 25 years ago weeks to puzzle
out. I'll pull the authorisation to use the running lights you go and
prepare the message."
"Thank you Commander." Jade said turning and heading out of the office
letting out a breath glad that the Commander didn't think she was
completely crazy with her ideas. She made it back to the table where
she left Elsworth and Grimsborne, "alright the Commander liked the
idea of the cyclical communications." Jade said, "good work Elsworth."
Jade said giving the Specialist a smile.
"Thank you, but how are we going to get the first message out?" Elsworth asked.
Jade took a seat and tapped a few buttons and it brought up a list of
dashes and dots paired up with letters and symbols, "we'll be using a
lost art called morse code it uses a combination of dots and dashes to
spells things out which means we need to come up with a very simple,
but to also make it make sense and make sure it gives them all the
information they need." Jade said just smiling at the looks on there
face.
"Is anyone going know what it means?" Grimsborne asked sounding
spectacle that this plan will work.
"Will the Commander believes so." Jade said, "so we need to get the
message done while the Commander gets permission for us to use the
running lights to send the message." Jade said.
Commander Lernen Harbright
Task Force Intelligence Analysis
USS Chimera
&
First Lieutenant Jade Reese
Chief of Operations
USS Chimera
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