[USS Chimera] ||SB 234|| Ceremony & award joint log

"shane.guzman@mojwap.sk" <shane.guzman@mojwap.sk> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:

<<OOC … I am sorry for the dealy of this JL … I've
been to busy. If I missed to sign someone, please forgive
me. Thank you all for such a nice and massive JL … ;-)) >>

== Starbase 234 "UNITY" Operations Deck ==

Vlimar was sitting at his new office, reorganising the desk
as he preferred. It was the first time since he "officially"
rejoined that he had time for himself, and that time was
used to set up his new Operations Advisor's Office. The room
was large, and a tremendous viewport in it. Vlimar put two
couches looking at each other with a fireplace in the
middle. Vlimar put some objects reminding him of his past,
as well as his present.

Suddenly, Vlimar's monitor beeped. He walked towards it, at
the corner of his desk, as read the message. Commodore
Guzman was calling in for a Parade, in Formal Dress.
Probably for the "official" opening of the Starbase under
SSF rule, Vlimar though. It was schedule for three hours
from that time. Vlimar was surprised of such a short delay.
He looked through the archives and found 2 other messages,
sent 5 days earlier and 2 days earlier, respectively. Vlimar
just forgot to read them...

Vlimar grinned as he liked Parades. He did not know why, but
it was appealing to him.

== PontBrillant's quarters =

Vlimar came in, throwing his PADD on the couch. He Headed
directly to his wardrobe. Looking through his uniform,
Vlimar eventually put his hands on his SSF Uniform. He
slowly dressed and shined his Lieutenant-Colonel leaf and
adjusted in on the colour. Vlimar carefully removed his
medals from his gold-plated box, offered years ago by Fleet
Admiral Peter Adams. He slowly adjusted them on his left
breast and smiled. He was ready.

Vlimar headed out of his quarters and headed to Shuttle Bay
3, the Parade Square. He entered the Bay and looked around.

Anya stood in the Shuttle Bay scowling at the surroundings.
To be assigned to a Starbase of all things was just an
embarrassment. A pilot of her calibre should be out there on
the front lines not stuck in the back guarding the
commanders tent still Starfleet needed their new fighter
built somewhere secure. She turned around and saw a Lt.
Colonel standing there. "Let me guess someone asked you to
drag me to this reception thing as I can't disobey a
superior."

===== Shuttle bay one =

The largest single room on all SB 234 was shuttle bay one.
Housing some 50 shuttles of various sizes and class, it was
quite a huge room … just suitable for special events like
this one. All the shuttles have been removed and the room
was filled with thousands of Starfleet NCOs and officers …
along with several dozens of civilians. All were waiting for
the arrival on the new Commanding officer.

Most of them knew that Starfleet Command transferred SB 234
under Special Forces jurisdiction and made the station to HQ
of SSF 1st Task Force. Star base 234: Unity became central
point of operations in the area of Federation/Erassian
Alliance/Klingon Empire/Romulan Empire border. It was both
an vulnerable and important point, so Starfleet Command
decided to trust it in the hands of Starfleet elite forces
… SSF.

Mnemosyme sat in amongst the crowd. Normally she wouldn't
have come to such a thing except for an order and a
curiosity to observe those who she would be evaluating.
Unfortunately both seemed to apply in this case.

The station still suffered from the recent battle with
Romulan forces, but as the war went on, Starfleet was under
immense time pressure to set up central points of operations
along Romulan borders, so they decided that the finishing of
all repairs and upgrades will be worries of the station's
Commanding officer.

As a loud whiz from an old fashioned navy pipe echoed in the
spacious room, the crowd went quiet and watched a single
officer to enter the room. It was none else then Commodore
Shane Guzman, who walked straight in the middle of the room
(what was some 500 meters).

Clad in shining white duty uniform with golden edges, there
was a file of ribbons and medals on the Commodore's breast.
Aside from academy ones there were surprisingly few. Several
low level ribbons including golden shield revealed Guzman's
tactical background, Citation for gallantry and Bronze medal
for Valor some personal sacrifices for the good of the
Federation, several commendation ribbons the fact that
Guzman was a workaholic. Special Forces cross indicated
Guzman's current branch of service. There was just a single
high level award … Galaxy cluster … which was more a
recognition for years of loyalty and dedication for
Starfleet then a medal dedicated to a special action or
event.

Vlimar saw his Commanding Officer and felt overwhelmed
pride. Shane was, after all, one of the most important man
in SSF and Starfleet. Most of the present NCO's & Officers
were looking forward to service aboard the same Starbase.
But Vlimar knew what Shane was capable, he knew that this
will mean stability for the region. That was why Vlimar was
so proud to be Shane's OPS Advisor. The Gunnery Petty
Officer, some sort of a Corps' Sergeant Major, screamed
"ATTENTION ON DECK!", so everyone went to attention, upon
Shane's entrance. Vlimar stood at his sharpest, looking
towards Shane.

Lernen sighed he wasn't overly fond of these types of
occasions to be bluntly honest. The speeches tended to be
overly long, the chatter bland and never yielding anything
useful and the formal dress uniform made him feel like a
bellhop in a cheap hotel. He had no doubt that there were
more than several dozen things that his time could be more
productively spent on.

Rangi broke off her conversation as the hush fell across the
room. Her eyes followed Shane as he strode purposefully
across the room, his footsteps audible at a steady pace. He
made a striking figure and she felt very proud of him but
pressed her lips together momentarily as she subdued a
smile.

She was thinking back an hour to the time in their quarters
when they had prepared for this gathering. She had flicked
an imaginary speck from his shoulder, straightened a medal
that didn't need adjusting and had looked up into his face
then reaching up to touch his hair had peered closer and
said :

"Oh!..is that a grey hair?....oh no, my mistake." His split
second of concern had dissolved into a grin as she raised
her hands in surrender and said " Teasing" with a
grin of her own.

It had only been a couple of days since Gustav had left the
planet Aeran III and is some ways he missed it, it was
beautiful planet and he was able to spend a lot of time with
one Ensign Hopeler, but now he was back on a starbase
awaiting reassignment. He was currently standing in quite a
huge room that is shuttle bay one with a few thousands
others feeling awkward as he hadn't been to a ceremony as
large as this before.

As soon as he heard the command attention on deck Gustav
immediately snapped to attention and looked strait at the
officer in the middle of the room, he didn't know who it was
but he could tell by the insignia on his dress uniform he
was a Commodore.

Commander Cropa Rojac stood toward the back of the ranks.
The weight of his satchel pulled down on his shoulder as he
stood at parade attention during the Commodore's entrance.
He had rushed here upon hearing the news that the ceremony
was to be held. The Commander had been busy revising
strategies for Captain Chisulo's excursion into the Khasazi
Pass and had lost track of time. He satchel was filled with
padd after padd on romulan weapon statistics, recent
intelligence findings and battle simulations.

Several of the officers and NCOs around him cast questioning
glances in his direction, as if to say "Why is a Commander
so far back in the ranks?" But Rojac shrugged them off, and
watched as the ceremony progressed.

Jade was in her temporary quarters looking over the new
specs for the Chimera C when she remembered she was invited
to a ceremony for the 1TF that serves along side with the
Chimera's crew. Walking into the shuttle bay just as the
first awarded was being given, so she stayed in the back of
the room and watched.

It was of course not the first time that there were many
eyes fixed on Shane … but there were never so many. No
single Starfleet ship could even near the crew compliment of
a Star base and even decimated by the recent battle, there
were at least 5 times more folks present then Shane ever saw
in a single room.

As the crowd went quiet, he took deep breath, put his hands
behind his back and said in a loud voice: "As of several
days ago the Federation was dragged into yet another war.
The treacherous Romulan Star Empire attacked both the
Erassian Alliance and the Federation. There are few who
enjoy time of war and I am not one of them … despite my
rank …"Shane grinned slightly, "but we cannot and will not
tolerate such ruthless violence on our friends or even
Federation citizens."

"There were many that already paid the biggest price for the
freedom of us others. Let's remember those who gave their
lives to save ours … as well as of all the innocent
civilians in all Federation"

Rangi, along with almost everyone else, bowed her head,
thinking of the missing crew. Some would never be found and
for some survivors, life would never be the same. She looked
up when Shane's voice broke the silence.

He paused and went on: "This system has been the first
battle place of this war and it is exactly here, were
Starfleet Command will focus most resources to end this war.
As some of you might know, Starfleet Command transferred
this Stab Base under Special Forces jurisdiction, made it to
HQ of this sector and put me in Command. On behalf of
Starfleet Special Forces Command I now promise you that my
staff and myself do everything possible to make this base
one of the best in all Federation. We have been promised
resources to do all necessary repairs and even upgrades and
we've got some advanced weapons and devices to strengthen
both defensive and offensive abilities of this station."

Shane looked around at the gathered man and woman (inclusive
some exotic beings like Joeleco …) and said: "There is no
safe place during a war, but we shall make this station to a
place safe to work and live. Now I turn to our civilian
population … with SSF jurisdiction on SB 234, there will
be changes in what decks will be open to public and what
decks won't. But I would like to kindly ask you to remain on
SB 234 and continue to live, enjoy and do business here. If
you will have any problems we can help you with, my door is
always open."

Anya rolled her eyes she could but only hope that the deck
her fighter development was supposed to be on was going to
be one of those 'off limits' decks or at least sections that
would allow her to develop her AX-02 in peace and security.
The fact that she had been assigned Shuttlebay 3 where the
drill square was located didn't fill her with confidence.

Mnemosyme stood attention while the commodore at the front
spoke. She resisted the urge to yawn and remained vigil in
her stance.

Shane paused again, then smiled a bit and said: "Computer, I
am assuming command, authorization Guzman – Omega –
Unity – zero – six"

[Star base 234 is of Stardate 240811.16 under the command of
Commodore Shane Guzman] replied the soft computer's voice.

"Commander Rojac, Lieutenant Colonel PontBrilliant, Ensign
Jardan, Second Lieutenant Nyx … front and center!" Shane
called.

Tommy had entered the room earlier with some uncomfort. He
had been uncomfortable about going to the ceremony only
because large crowds made him uneasy. He was also concerned
about the Erassian contigent and had been scrambling to get
enough personnel to maintain security. Now, as he heard his
name being called, he came to attention and moved forward.

{OH, now what? He hasn't had command long enough to
know...} Mnemosyme let her thoughts fall silent as she
moved to the front where she had been called.

Rojac sighed, and dropped his gaze to the floor. If it
wasn't for his beard, one might have seen his cheeks blush
red. He handed his satchel to a yeoman of the Tactical
Department he recognized, and asked the young man to keep it
safe for him. Then he tried his best to straighten his white
dress uniform and made his way to the front.

Shane looked at the little file of officers that now stood
in front of him … and @ attention. To his left, Lieutenant
Pakosii appeared, holding a little tray with several blue
and red velvet boxes. A single mushroom green pie was ready
(to use) on the tray as well.

"Ensign Jardan" Shane said at last, "Your action
during the recent battle did not passed without notification
and it is an honor to present you with the Citation for
gallantry. Putting your ship and fellow crewmember in front
of one's own safety is a sign of dedication and loyality
… and it's the image of a true Starfleet officer. I
congratulate you Ensign" Shane ended and received a red
velvet box from his aide. Piping the award on Jardan's
chest, Shane offer his hand for a hand shake.

"2LT Nyx!" Shane called. "You have been recommended to
me for your exemplatory service and I am proud again to
present you with the Solace ribbon. May your work be always
excelt." Pining the award, Shane offered his hand for a
shake as well: "Congratulations Lieutenant!"

On behalf of all those who perished in the recent battle:
"I'd like to commendate Commander Harker, Task Force
Science advisor. Commander Harker was a science officer but
did not hesitate to give his life in exchange of the lives
of his fellow comrades … and I present him hereby with the
fleet commendation ribbon (post-humously)

"Lieutenant Colonel Pont Brilliant" Shane said, walking
over to his Strat ops advisor. You have spend just a short
time under my command, but you have proven yourself of best
qualities and vast experience. I hereby award you with the
fleet commendation ribbon and assign you as the SSF 1st Task
Force Deputy Commander. Captain Chisulo will become out
tactical advisor and I cant imagine a better candidate to
fill that position!" He pinned the award again and offered
his hand for a shake.

"Last but not least" Shane turned to Cropa Rojac. "I
am not very pleased that yet an another ship called USS
Chimera has been destroyed and have to admit that you have
choosen the follow the bad example set by General Bretam and
myself … loosing the Chimera. Unfortunately, Starfleet
Command took notice of Chimera's destruction as well …
and feel that this issue needs to be addressed. With sadness
I have to say that your current rank does NOT correspond
with your actions Commander Rojac."

Shane paused before going on …

"ON behalf of Starfleet Command, I am hereby PROMOTING you
to the rank of Captain with all the rights and privileges
that comes with this rank and present you with the bronze
star of Valor!"

Shane received two velvet boxes from his aide and he pinned
the 4th golden pip on Cropa's collar and added the broze
star shaped award on Rojac's chest.

"Congratulations Captain … may your service for
Starfleet be long and successful. I've got word from SSF
Command, that your new ship – Chimera – C will be made
ready for you and your crew in a very short time"

After a hand shake, he said: "Now Captain, step please
aside". With some perplexion, Cropa did as requested and
stepped aside. In that instand … the mushroom green pie
hit his face … coring it with a thick layer of cream.

"Congratulations to everyone!" Shane called.

====== End of log ======

Marine Captain Anya Xerxes
Fighter OPS
USS Chimera – C (soon to be)

&

2nd Lieutenant Mnemosyme Nyx
AMO
SB 234 – UNITY

&

Act. Lieutenant JG Gustav Kroitzer
DCEO
USS Chimera – C (soon to be)

&

1st Lieutenant Jade Reese
COPS
USS Chimera – C (soon to be)

&

Lieutenant JG Tom Jardan
CSEC
USS Chimera – C (soon to be)

&

Lieutenant Colonel Vlimar PontBrilliant
1st TF DCO
SSF Command

&

Commander Lernen Harbright
1st TF Intel Advisor
SSF Command

&

Commander Rangi Summers
1st TF medical advisor
SSF Command

&

Captain Cropa Rojac
CO
USS Chimera – C (soon to be)

&

Commodore Shane Guzman
1st TF CO
SSF Command

[USS Chimera] ||STARBASE 234|| 240811.15, CEO's Log 2, Cdr Rick Rodgers

=Starbase 234=
 
Rick had to move the location of the meeting to a larger room when he realized
that the number of engineers who qualified for being present at the meeting
was a lot more than he had expected.
 
As Rick began to speak, he saw Chloe Utley, the starbase's CEO, who didn't
seem happy having giving up any of her authority on her station.
 
"I know that a many of you are still in a state of shock … losing your ships,
finding yourselves in the middle of a war … Trust me, I'm not too fond of this
myself. But we have a job to do now, and a big one at that. With all of you,
and the engineers under your commands, I believe we can accomplish this
before the Romulans can regroup.
 
"This starbase has suffered considerable damage. Commander Utley's people
have already begun repairs. Even so, I will be pulling some people from the
destroyed ships to assist them. We will also be reorganizing things around
here to make this base function more properly. But, repairs to key systems
are our first priority."
 
Rick noticed that Utley didn't seem to like the idea that her starbase was
disorganized. She kept quiet. He knew that he was going to have to deal with
her sooner or later.
 
"Another priority is to set up a sensor net along the Romulan border. I'm placing
Tobok and Gustav in charge of this operation. A couple of ships will be made
available for this operation."
 
He looked over at Gustav and Tobok.
 
"Many of you will be leaving here to transfer to other assignments or to new ships
being constructed as we speak. But, while you and your people are here, unless
you have been given medical clearance, you will be working. We are at war, after
all. There's no time to rest."
 
Rick saw the looks in some of their eyes and understood how they felt. He wanted
to be with Mai and Rachel, especially after everything that has happened. Even his
brother's ship was waiting for a new warp core and was still onboard the starbase.
Rick would have liked to spend some time with him. Unfortunately, he didn't have
that luxury. Maybe when they get things up to speed, then perhaps …
 
"We will also be repairing ships, Federation and Erassian, too damaged to make it to
the nearest shipyards. Kon, I'm placing you in charge of this. Work closely with the
chief engineers of these ships."
 
Kon nodded.
 
"OK, we all know what we need to do. Lets make it happen," Rick concluded, not
needing to dismiss anyone. "Gustav, Tobok … stay behind for a moment."
 
 
Commander Rick Rodgers
Chief Engineering Officer
U.S.S. Chimera

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[USS Chimera] SD240811.15 , Personal log, Cmdr. Terek Weranis CSCiO

Terek Weranis <annemion@seznam.cz> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:

==================== SS BRAGG ====================

It was a bit of a shock to learn about whereabouts of the Chimera and
its crew. Terek never realized how much he was cut off the latest news
about war and its outcomes. On Valaris, they only had scarce reports now
and then when one of the cargo runs has arrived from its journey. And
almost everytime, the news were local. Only sometimes the ppilot learned
something of a greater importance and shared it with the rest of the
base crew.

Now that Terek made it to the SS Bragg to learn if there is some way he
can get a ship going to the coordinates of the taskforce station, he was
more than uneasy. He officialy asked for the leave of absence before all
this started and once he got to Valaris and the war broke out, he lost
contact with the outer world. So now, when the orders finally caught up
with him, he knew that really unpleasant talk with some SSF high rank
will take place. And he wasn't mistaken. For two hours he's been
interrogated upon his whereabouts and actions during his LOA.

It wasn't easy to explain, but eventually he was able to do so and
finally got his flight plan to starbase 234. The bad thing was that it
took him almost a week to get there passing through four one of the most
forgotten outposts. But finally the last shuttle was almost there.

"Dropping out of warp."
reported the pilot. A skinny guy with a bit empty look. When Terek saw
him on the last station he thought that the flight might be even worse
than him being at the helm, but he turned out to be much more skilled
than Terek and everything went smooth. Only the pilot and Terek were in
the freighter along with the whole cargo bay filled with spare parts and
medical equipment. The pilot, who introduced himself as Benny
Fitzpatrick said that large requisition order came a few days ago from
the base and that Terek was lucky to catch him on his return journey for
the public traffic this direction was scarce.

"Recieving docking vector."

Terek sat himself at the auxiliary station to see the sensor readings
and more importantly to get a better glimpse out of the viewport. As the
starbase slowly floated in the view they both could admire the size of
the structure. Clean lines of the central core that smoothly shifted
into the engineering section and all of it surrounded by the docking
ring and adjacent facilities. And everywhere were smalll shuttles and
workbees.

"Looks like it's under construction."

"Yep, it's being overhauled...
Docking in one minute."

added Benny glancing quickly at the monitors.

"I'll go get mu bag." said Terek and disappeared in the rear section to
find his stuff.

Few minutes after that he whished Benny safe journey back and passed
through the airlock.

==================== END OF LOG ====================

Commander Terek Weranis
CSCiO
SB Unity

[USS Chimera] SD: 240811.15 Personal Log Cmdr.Rick Rodgers,CEO & LtCmdr.MaiKai Rodgers,CMO

=Shuttle Amu Darya=
=Aeran III=

" ... anyhow, Sarah wanted me to make her my Chief Medical Officer, but I told her that one of us needed to be with Annie," Trent said as he looked over the sensors. "For whatever reason, she was pissed off at me. Can you believe that? I mean, she understood and wanted to be with Annie, but she was angry at me because I was taking command of the Lancelot. I told her that it was Admiral Jefferson's idea, but somehow, it's my damn fault. I will never completely understand that woman."

Rick, sitting next to Trent, listened.

Shuite was piloting the shuttle while Trent manned the tactical console, looking at the sensors for escape pods. Rick helped make some minor repairs. They had managed to "tag" a few stray pods, whose occupants were either beamed up to the Lancelot or, in the case of two engineers and a science officer from the Manticore, were drafted to help work on the shuttle's systems.

Rachel, meanwhile, was busy sitting on the deck, playing with her flower necklace with her teddy bear Nicky sitting in her lap.

"She's probably just worried. If the roles were reversed, wouldn't you be upset," Rick said.

"Yeah, but not at her," Trent said. "Then again, maybe it's ... maybe ... maybe that's it!"

"What?"

"I forget to tell you ... you're going to be an uncle again," Trent said.

"An uncle again? What do you mean ...?"

"Sarah's pregnant," Trent said.

"Really? How long?"

"A month or so," Trent said. "Come to think of it, that explains a lot of things."

"How so?"

"If MaiKai ever gets pregnant, then you will understand. Until then ... "

Rick sat back, the look of concern on his face was easy to see.

"I know how you feel, Ricky," Trent said, looking at Rick. "It'll be OK."

"How can you possibly know how I feel?" Rick shot back.

"Years ago when I was chief security officer on the Archer, crew members were abducted by an unknown alien race, including Sarah who was pregnant with Annie at the time. I was like a caged animal since we couldn't find the ship that had abducted them. When we did, I was sent over to lead teams on two shuttles to get them back.

"We found them, but the aliens were not so willing to give them up. We managed to make it to the beam out point where the crew would be beamed to the shuttle and then to the ship. There was a firefight in a confined space of a corridor as it took time to beam everyone away. I was the last one beamed to the shuttle. On the way to the ship, I felt relief that we had gotten everyone back ... that Sarah was safe. Or at least I thought she was. When we got back to the ship, and as I was leaving the shuttle, I was told that Sarah had been shot just before she was beamed out."

There was a short pause as Trent looked closely at the sensors.

"I never felt so helpless ... so useless. How in the hell could I have let this happen. I was worried and angry and ... Thankfully, Sarah and the baby survived. But it was that day that I began to consider leaving starfleet, which I did after Annie was born."

"You never told me about that," Rick said. "Why didn't you?"

"I don't know. Maybe I ... wait, I'm picking up another pod. And a couple of life signs. They are about two clicks from the pod. Mr. Shuite, we're having problems with transporters. There's a clearing about forty meters from their position. Can you land us there?"

"No problem, sir," Shuite said.

The shuttle made a quick turn and, moments later, gently landed at the clearing.

MaiKai and Lindsay had walked along for quite some time hoping that they were going in the right direction.  Mai was starting not to feel so well, but took it in stride.  One she figured it was because she just needed to adjust to being on the ship to being in an escape pod o now being on a planet and two: Lindsay had already gotten on her case about things she really didn't want to talk about, Mai didn't want to add her health to the list.

 

They walked awhile more mostly in silence before Mai gripped hold of Lindsay's wrist.  "I need a break..."  she sounded out of wind and they hadn't even walked that long.  Lindsay knew that if Mai was saying she needed a break then in all actuality she probably needed a break ten minutes ago.  Mai was known for not putting herself first when it was called for.

 

Rick and Trent navigated their way through the thick growth of trees that stood between them and the two life signs. Rick had left Rachel in the safety of the shuttle. When they came out into an opening, the first thing Rick saw was Mai and Lindsay Joy sitting on a fallen tree. He couldn't even contain his excitement as he rushed to her.

Mai was slumped up against Lindsay trying to get relaxed without actually lying on the ground.  Mai heard the soud of something charging in their direction and abruptly sat up and looked around.  She saw two figures rushing their way one ahead of the other.  It was Rick and Mai believed Trent.  MaiKai shook at Lindsay's arm for she had fallen asleep a bit sitting up.

When Rick finally got to Mai, he felt a wave of relief as he held her tightly in his arms. It was as he had just woken up from a nightmare. Trent, for his part, slowly followed and watched at a distance. Trent simply nodded in Lindsay's direction as if saying 'hey'.

Mai melted into her husband's arms.  She had hoped that he wasn't badly injured or even killed, but now just holding him nice and tight with her head on his shoulder filled her with joy.

"I ... I thought ... I thought I lost you. I thought you didn't make it. I ...," he just held her, praying deep down that this wasn't some sort of trick and that he wasn't asleep and dreaming on the shuttle.

"I know..." she lifted her head up so she could just look him in the eyes.  Her own began to fill up with tears, but she refused to let them fall willingly.

 

After a minute or so, Rick reluctantly pulled back.

"I believe that there's someone else who wants to see you," Rick said.

All Mai could think of now was Rachel and hoped that it was her Rick brought along.

Moments later, after a short hike back to the shuttle, they came out in the clearing. Sitting on the ground outside the shuttle and playing with Nicky was Rachel, who was being watched by Shiute. When the child saw Rick and Mai appear from the line of trees, she leaped to her feet and ran toward them.

Mai ran towards her daughter scooping her up and twirling her around before holding her close in her arms. 

"Mommy's not going anywhere baby," Mai said to her daughter while looking back at Rick as they made their way back into the suttle.

 

= End Log =

 

Commander Rick Rodgers
Chief Engineering Officer
U.S.S. Chimera (formally)

Lieutenant Commander MaiKai Rodgers

Chief Medical Officer

U.S.S. Chimera (formally)

 

Commander Trent Rodgers (npc by Rick)
Commanding Officer
U.S.S. Lancelot

 

Lieutenant Lindsay Joy (npc by Mai)

Head Nurse

U.S.S Chimera (formally)

 

Rachel Rodgers (npc by Rick & Mai)

Child

U.S.S Chimera (formally)

 

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[USS Chimera] SD240811.15 =/\= Duty log =/\= LtCol PontBrillant & Cmdr Henry

Pierre-luc Denis <pldenis@gmail.com> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:

> == BACKLOG, PRE TIMESKIP ==
>
> == Starbase 234: UNITY, Temporary Operation deck ==
>
> Vlimar looked worried. Within the last 3 hours, there was 4 cloak
> signatures that were detected by sensors. And, most of all, the 4 were
> coming from different point of the Neutral Zone. Vlimar was thinking
> about a way to prevent those further.
>
> He was aware that a major update of the sensor arrays was recommended
> by Starfleet for 2 years, now, but it went without consequences. As
> they
> stand, the arrays would have trouble differencying between a Galaxy
> class ship and a Defiant. This was the cause of the terrible headache
> Vlimar had in the morning. Probably sleep depravation had something to
> do with it, as well.
>
> Vlimar heard the sound of the door opening behind him. Vlimar knew he
> was alone in the room at that time, so he turned to the noise. In
> front
> of him, there was another officer coming in. Her long brown hair and
> dark brown eyes meet with Vlimar immediately, however, Vlimar had no
> idea who she was. He lowered his eyes to the collar and saw three
> shining pips. He looked back up at her, with a questionning smirk.
>
> "What can I do for me, mademoiselle?", he asked.
>
> "I am looking for Colonel PontBrillant", the Commander replied.
>
> Vlimar realized he was in civilian clothes, sitting behind a normal
> console, which could be used by any Operations specialist. That was if
> the Commander was aware she was in the Operations department, first of
> all.
>
> Vlimar stood up at that point, facing the female. He cleared his
> throat, and smiled.
>
> "I would be he...", he replied.
>
> The Commander immediately extended her hand, in a hurry. By looking at
> her non-verbal, she was either stressed or angry, the first being the
> hoped feeling. Vlimar's hand meet the Commander and he shook it
> firmly.
>
> "... and you are?", he asked.
>
> The female seem to have a question mark in her eyes. She seem to be
> thrown off by the question.
>
> "Oh... yes... Moira Henry... from the D'Artagnan..."
>
> Vlimar nodded. "Oh yes, Ms. Henry... What brings me the honor?",
> he
> inquired.
>
> Moira looked at Vlimar, obviously victim of an inside argument. She
> looked at Vlimar in the eyes. "I simply wanted to thank you for
> warning us... ", he barely said, obviously talking about the message
> he sent the D'Artagnan to withdraw from the Kuulam, as he was getti
> ng
> fired upon from their own.
>
> Vlimar waved his left hand, which was the free one. "Don't mention
> it..."
>
> Moira did not seem to be satisfied with that answer.
>
> "You saved my Executive Officer and many of my officers, can I repay
> you in any way?", she instinctively replied.
>
> Vlimar raised his right eyebrow, being surprised of such a reply.
>
> "Repay me?", he asked. A moment of silence. "Repay me for what?
> I've only did transmit the warning, Ms. Henry...", he finally
> added.
>
> Moira nodded. She was still holding Vlimar's hand, starting to make
> him feel uncomfortable. She smiled slightly and let Vlimar's hand g
> o,
> slowly.
>
> "Thank you, Colonel... It's been a pleasure working with you...
> ",
> she said. Moira smiled and left the Operations deck right away,
> leaving
> Vlimar standing there, looking puzzled.
>
> "That... was... weird...", he said. Vlimar looked back at his rig
> ht
> hand, closing it into a fist. He gathered his thoughs and turned
> around.
>
>
> "Oh yes, the sensors...", he said. He sat back down, looking
> through some data.
>
> "I need to get Rogers to fix this...", he said.
>
> === END LOG ===
>
> Lieutenant-Colonel Vlimar PontBrillant
> Strategic Operations Advisor
> 1st Task Force, SSF Command
> Starbase 234 : UNITY
>
> &
>
> Commander Moira Henry
> Commanding Officer
> USS D'Artagnan
> (played by PontBrillant)

[USS Chimera] ||STARBASE 234|| 240811.15, CEO's Log, Cdr Rick Rodgers

OOC>> Takes place after JL between Rick and Mai and before Rick's
move to TF.


=Starbase 234=

For whatever reason, Commodore Guzman had put Rick in charge
of all repairs and other engineering efforts at the starbase and
throughout the Aeran system. Rick found this odd, considering that
the starbase already had a chief engineer.

When Rick arrived at the starbase, he started to understand Shane's
thought process. The place was a mess ... and that was putting it
mildly. And the funny thing is, most of it had nothing to do with the
Romulans. Nothing was where it should be. Well, almost nothing.
Engineering, for example, was a complete clusterf ... and Rick didn't
even want to get into the problems with rest of the station. The
moment he stepped foot on the base, he had to field dozens of
complaint calls.

'Where to start?' was what kept going through Rick's mind.

Thankfully he had engineers from numerous starships, including the
Chimera, to compliment those of the starbase. Rick was feeling a little
above his rank being in charge of so many people.

"Tobok, it would seem we have our work cut out for us," Rick said to
the Vulcan.

"We will prevail," Tobok responded.

"I'm glad to have you back. With you and Gustav and the officers and
crew from the Chimera, I feel like we can whip this place into shape,"
Rick said.

"What about me?"

Rick turned and faced a familiar face in the form of his former deputy
chief engineer.

"Didn't you lose your ship?" Rick asked of the CEO of the former
Manticore.

"I could say the same of you," Lieutenant Commander Kon Kordova
shot back. "If I'm not mistaken, this was the third ship you have lost as
chief engineer."

"Don't remind me," Rick said smiling, shaking Kon's hand. "It's good to
see that you survived the battle."

"You as well," Kon said.

"How about that deputy of yours. Blanchard was is?" Rick asked.

"She didn't make it," Kon said. "She was killed during the battle, before
we were forced to abandon ship."

"Oh ... I'm sorry to heat about that," Rick said.

"We all lost people," Kon said. "There is nothing that can be done to
change that."

Rick nodded, "We need to organize our efforts ... get this starbase and this
system ready. Kon, have all of the surviving CEO's and engineering staffs
to meet me here in 20 minutes. Tobok, I want a complete report put
together before the meeting takes place."

Both engineers nodded.

"What about Commander Utley?" Kon asked.

"Commander Utley?" Rick said.

"Lieutenant Commander Chloe Utley. She is Starbase 234's chief
engineering officer," Tobok said.

"Oh ..." Rick said as the two men stared at him. "Come on, guys. Give
me a break. I just got here. I can't remember every CEO in starfleet, now
can I?"

"I knew who Commander Utley was," Kon said as if it was a well known
fact.

"As did I?" Tobok added.

"Don't you two have something you should be doing now?" Rick
commented.

They nodded and went their separate ways. He could have sworn he saw a
grin on Tobok's face.

"Nah," Rick muttered.

Rick thought that now was probably a better time as any to speak to the
starbase CEO.


Commander Rick Rodgers
Chief Engineering Officer
U.S.S. Chimera (formally)

and

Lieutenant Tobok (npc by Rick)
Assistant Engineering Officer
U.S.S. Chimera (formally)

and

Lieutenant Commander Kon Kordova (npc by Rick)
Chief Engineering Officer
U.S.S. Manticore (formally)

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[USS Chimera] SD: 240811.14 Duty Log Commander Wellington

=/\= SB 234 - Athena's temporary quarters =/\=

Athena had decided to meet with Ensign Hopeler in her quarters, well at least what was passing for her quarters.  She smiled when the young woman arrived and invited her in.  "Can I get you something to drink?"

 

Mimi walked in and tried not to jump as her boss asked the first question. She felt like an fool when it took her a few seconds more than it should have to answer such a simple question.  "A cup of hot tea."

 

Athena tired to seem even more inviting as she nodded and said, "Make yourself at home," and motioned to the two chairs with the end table between them.  She moved off to the small alcove that held the small replicator to get their drinks.

 

Mimi sat down and looked at all the walls.  {She's going to send me back to the academy.}

 

Athena returned setting two mugs of tea on the stand before sitting down.   "Mimi, relax," Athena said afraid that she'd get jittery just from the strength of the other woman's emotions.  "I wanted to thank you for filling in for me when I couldn't get back to the ship and I've read your report and its satisfactory."

 

Mimi sipped at her tea to keep from showing her utter shock.  She took in all that Athena had said and thought for a couple minutes before asking, "But... I .... did I actually do the job properly?"

 

"What do you think was wrong with the job you did," Athena asked and was even more glad that she had decided on a more private setting for this meeting.

 

"Well... I sort of abandon the adults and went to be with Rachel,"  Mimi stated with a hard swallow.

 

Athena held back her amusement as she thought of all the times she had believed she done an inadequate job.  She shook he head, "Mimi, what would you consider your strengths?"

 

"Well, I'd been doing extra studies specifically on children when I was ...." the younger woman's words fell short when she tried to think about how she felt when the orders to report to the Chimera had been given to her. 

 

"When your life was abruptly interrupted by with a new direction and challenge," Athena finished for her.  "The truth is I requested you from your academy scores and the studies you were doing.  I needed a counselor that could relate to children.... wasn't afraid to work with them and made them feel comfortable."  Athena sighed and took a couple sips of tea while that information sunk in.  "Believe it or not sometimes when working on a ship ...like the Chimera, you forget how to just be."

 

Mimi's forehead was furrowed in concentrated thought as she listened to Athena and sipped on her tea. 

 

Athena continued, "So, where do you think your first mistake was?"

 

"When I gave others orders to help out and I went to be with Rachel," Mimi answered quickly as she had replayed that moment over and over again in her head.

 

"And at that moment what was your greatest strength," Athena asked watching the other woman closely.

 

"Familiarity with Rachel and Martin ... but Laura was there.." Mimi started but Athena putting her hand up stop her from saying anything else.

 

"And the other counselors... what was their strength," Athena questioned.

 

"Well they had been through similar situations like that before," Mimi replied.

 

"So, you delegated people to their strengths and went to be with a little girl when she need a warm body to hug and a friendly face," Athena stated simply and added, "You did fine.  I'd even predict that you might get other chances to prove yourself if that's what you want... but for right now why don't you go and relax a bit before doing a couple of evaluations."  Athena handed the junior counselor a padd with a list of names on it.  "Go get out of here."

 

Mimi jumped up with the first true smile Athena had seen, "Thanks you ... yes, Ma'am."

=/\= End Log =/\=

 

Commander Athena Wellington

CCON

&

Mimi Hopeler

Jr. CON (NPC by Jass)

 

USS Chimera-B (deceased)

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[USS Chimera] SD: 240811.15 Joint Personal Backlog, Cmdr. Athena Wellington/1Lt. Anya Xerxes, CCON/FCO

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Begin Log
----------
 

=/\= SB 234 - Shooter's Pub =/\=

 

Viktor had deposited Athena on the base so that she could check in and hopefully get some other clothes than the ones she had.  Her handful of clothes fit in the large shoulder bag that hung at her side.  She didn't much feel like shopping since her meeting with Rojac.  The meeting had left her thoughtful.... maybe too thoughtful.

 

Anya scowled utterly pissed off at the day she was having.  Despite having been placed in charge of the project to build, test and develop the fighter she herself had devised there seemed to be an inordinate amount of people seeming to think they could instruct her what to do and how to do it.  She needed a drink, she needed several and strong at that.

 

Athena sat down at a table outside a pub called "Shooters" and when a waitress appeared she ordered a rainbow of shots.  She remained staring out but seeing nothing until the shots were set before her.  {Celebration and disappointments!}

 

Seeing a familiar face sitting down at a table outside a pub Anya decided to join her partly because she could use some company and partly because the memory of what happened the last time that person had decided to drink on their own was still fresh in her memory.  Anya slumped down in the opposite chair and called loudly to the waitress "I'll have what she's having."

 

Athena couldn't help the amused look that crossed her face, "Bad day," she questioned as she picked up the shot glass with the bright green liquid.  The waitress delivered Anya's request and walked away shaking her head.

 

Anya picked up the green shot as well and downed it in one.  "Well I suppose you could relate my new job as to that of being a porn starlet...the pays good but I'm constantly surrounded by dickheads and assholes."

 

Athena swished her shot around her mouth to get the flavor and then swallowed raising an eyebrow at Anya's response.  Being the good counselor that she was, she guessed at what the new job might be and responded "Maybe they just don't appreciate the straight lines and angles that will allow your vessels to fly."  Athena ran her finger over the other brightly cover glasses and picked up the dark red one.

 

"Well if they had their way the fighter I'm designing would look like another shuttle as per all other Federation designs.  Speaking of as you spent time on the Hermes what did you think of my AX-01s...sorry M-35s and M-35As?  Don't look so surprised I have friends on the Hermes and I heard when they had 'unexpected' shore leave right around the time you disappeared off."  Anya grinned proudly.

 

"They're beautiful," Athena voiced as she took the look of surprise off her face.

 

Anya continued on after Athena's reply "That's a very nice ring you're wearing by the way.  Need I ask who gave you it and more importantly are you sure it's on the right finger?"

 

Athena gulped the down the red liquid with the cinnamon smell, "What's wrong with the finger its on?"

 

"Nothing so long as you're prepared for what that means.  Don't get me wrong Viktor's a good guy and I count him as one of a few good friends but he does have a tendency of going too far at times, for both your sakes I want to know your ready for that commitment." Anya said as she knocked back the red and the blue shot one after the other.
 
"Are you trying to warn me about things such as elimination of a race..... being overprotective..... and stubborn as a jack ass.. or something else," Athena question as she finished both a pink and a purple colored shot. 

 

"A bit of all three I suppose." Anya said somberly as she took the purple shot and grimaced.  Jagermeister, she hated Jagermeister.

 

At the expression on Anya's face, Athena continued, "I still love him and try to ignore that wicked smile when he's being an ass."

 

"You haven't seen him at his worst but for what its worth congratulations and I truly hope you two are happy together." Anya said as she downed the yellow shot.

 

Athena went for the orange and found it sweeter than expected and then the yellow.  She picked up the blue and asked, "Join me in a celebratory drink then?"

 

Anya picked up her pink shot and downed it then picked up the orange shot "I wasn't aware I was doing anything else but if you insist.  Cheers here's to the happy couple."

 

Athena said, "Cheers," with Anya and drank the blue shot.  She surveyed the bright red and finished it off and picked up the indigo colored one and studied it.

 

Anya shouted to the waitress "Tequila, a bottle of it and plenty of glasses, salt and lime." Anya leaned in close to Athena and said quietly "I hope you do realise things will change for both of you."

 

"Here's to change," Athena said and downed the shot she was holding thinking {hope there's more good than bad.}   "Do you think the wedding should be small or big," Athena asked as a shot of tequila was set before and she reached for a lime from a plate at the center of the table.

 

Anya licked a line of salt off her hand, downed a shot of tequila and bit a wedge of lime.  Grimacing she said "Seriously though all of the people focusing on him will now focus on you as well.  Viktor's just helped kill a shit load of Romulans you don't think they'll not be looking for revenge do you?  People will try to get to him through you and people will try and get to you through him."

 

Athena repeated Anya's actions taking another shot, "Playing dumb and being dumb are two separate things... and which do you think I am?"  She did another shot and leaned back in her chair, " I'm quite aware of what Viktor has just done.... I was there."

 

"Whether you know the possible repercussions or not is another story." Anya said downing her shot.

 

Changing the subject, Athena said, "I'm supposed to be shopping right now ........ for clothes.  What I have left would get me arrested!"

 

"As long as there's bars along the way I'm happy...lead the way"  Anya said snagging the bottle off the table swiping her chit card over the inbuilt scanner in the table.

 

Athena paid for her rainbow colored shots and started off in one direction.  There wasn't much to pick from as some shops either didn't have owners and some were under repairs.  Athena stopped at the first spot that seemed to be selling clothing and with a shrug at the window display entered anyway.  "I really don't think I need much from here," she stated as she looked over the pajamas, nighties and flannel robes.

 

"Sleep in the buff do you?  What exactly was it that you were looking for?" Anya asked surrupticiously taking a swig of the tequila.  Looking around at the drab selection of goods that were on offer in the store it occurred to Anya that she needed to replace a good deal of her own stuff as well the only thing she had managed to salvage from the Chimera had been her personal files.

 

"Some, yes.. but what I have left of my clothing is sexier than what's here," Athena responded.  "I think maybe another place might be better.... are you going to share that?"

 

Anya handed over the bottle "I haven't even thought about replacing all my stuff that went up in smoke on the Chimera.  You know this place sort of reminds me of a communist state you can queue all you want and everybody comes away with the one pair of trousers that all fit  no matter what size you are.  Being less than a day away from Charos III why would we be shopping here?"

 

Athena took a healthy swallow from the bottle and handed it back to Anya saying, "Because the likelihood of getting to Charos III is very nil.... Unless your in for breaking rules and because this is the only thing other than a pair of shorts that is decent to wear for general public.... and although it wouldn't bother me I can think of a person or two that my being nude or nearly being nude would bother."

 

"There's a hospital which does exclusive research in the field of post traumatic stress disorder on Charos III...you could claim it as a business trip and of course you would require a pilot who's on friendly terms with the locals."  Anya grinned and gave a giggle. "Besides it wouldn't bother me seeing you naked other than maybe causing self confidence issues that is."

 

Athena's look was thoughtful and she was silent before asking, "How long does it take to get there?  And you're being too kind."

 

"Assuming we had a runabout capable of warp 6, around 3 hours max to get there.  Given the time zones we could leave as soon as ten hours away enough time for some more drinking and enough time to sleep it off.  What do you say?  Hit some more bars?"  Anya took the bottle off Athena and took another swig.

 

"I'm assuming you could find the need shuttle.. so lets do it," Athena answered holding out the arm of an awful orange plaid robe, "Because I don't think this will do at all."

 

Anya took in the sight of the awful robe "Seriously I don't think even Bajoran's shop here so I'll authorise the necessary shuttle claiming I'm looking for a spare parts manufacturer."  She took another swig of the tequila and returned to the previous conversation "I bet you though that those people who are bothered are all female."

"You'd be how annoyed a CEO can get when his people aren't performing up to exceptional par," Athena replied as they made their way out of the shop and on to the next bar for further planning.

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End Log
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Commander Athena Wellington
CCON
USS Chimera - B (the expired)
 
First Lieutenant Anya Xerxes
ATAC
USS Chimera - B (dead parrot)

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[USS Chimera] SD 240811.14 Joint Log, Cmdr Summers (1TF Med), Lt Fisher (LOA) & MCapt T'Vel (CMO)

OOC: Takes place post-time skip

*** Medical Facilities * Outer Ring* SB Unity ***

"We can certainly do that." Rangi agreed "...but the last time I spoke to Commander Rodgers he said there had been a slight delay, though he assured me it wouldnt be for long."

She was speaking to T'Vel as the two doctors enjoyed a brief break from duty in one of the observation bays which from this side, gave a view of the central hub. The infirmary which stretched over five decks, was still under repair and the medical teams were frustrated at the length of time it was taking to reconstruct damaged areas.

Working from the civilian medical centres on the outer ring was not ideal, given the number of patients they had to deal with.

"They always say that." a voice behind them stated and Rangi turned her head. "Scott!" she exclaimed "...what are you doing here?" She turned to face him with a warm smile which he returned.

"T'Vel.." he said in greeting to the Vulcan then answered Rangis question. "I needed some exercise and before you say it....no I'm not over doing it."

"Lieutenant," T'Vel greeted him with a slight nod. "How are your injuries?"

"I'm almost  a hundred percent." he replied and indeed he gave little sign of the trauma he had endured.

He had vacated Chimera-B in one of the last pods leaving the ship, accompanied by two others. He remembered  watching the ship receding and seeing the
battle raging around them. He remembered the automated voice telling them they were entering the planets atmosphere then after that....nothing.

He had no recollection of the Romulan fighter lining up a shot or of the explosion that told of its end a split second after it had fired. He knew nothing of the pod absorbing the fleeting strike  or of the fall thousands of feet to the ground where it impacted into a shallow sea. killing his both of his companions and almost himself.

He knew nothing of the rescue by Aeran settlers or later of the trip aboard the Qashqai when his life hung on a thread. He knew only that he woke up in a brightly lit room about a week later feeling smashed and weakened.

"Come to see the sights?" Rangi asked, pointing to the hub. "We are told yet again deck four will be ready 'in a day or so'."

"Perhaps they were referring to a day on Aeran I," T'Vel quipped. "Which is significantly longer than Earth or Vulcan days."

Scott and Rangi laughed. " There might be an element of truth in that." he said. "...but seriously, how's it going? What's the hold up this time?"

"Where would you like to start?" Rangi answered dryly but her explanation was halted before it began when her commbadge chirruped and a junior engineer requested a moment of her time.

"Excuse me a second?" she said turning to T'Vel and Scott then walked a few steps away so that both conversations could continue without interruption.

"If you have a moment, lieutenant, I would like to examine you," T'Vel said to Scott. "You have not yet made a follow-up appointment to your previous examination."

"Umm..ok" Scott replied and giving Rangis figure a quick glance looked back at T'Vel and said : "I'd like a word with you too."

"Yes?" T'Vel asked, raising an eyebrow. She suspected it was about something Scott didn't want Rangi to know about just yet. "I'm listening," she said a bit quieter.

With another surrepticious glance at Rangi, Scott seized his chance. "I'd like to get back on duty."  he said speaking more quickly than usual and using the same tone as T'Vel. "...even if its just part shifts. I know I'm fit enough for that at least....will you make the reccomendation?"

"I can only make a recommendation if you meet the minimum physical duty requirements," T'Vel stated matter-of-factually, clasping her hands behind her back and
looking him up and down. "But from what I observe you seem able to hold a tricorder, so I believe you are fit for light duty."

"Excellent." Scott said, pleased that his request was already half way filled.

"I'm wanted over on the hub. " Rangi said as she walked towards them but gave them a slightly questioning look. T'Vel was as unreadable as always but Scotts expression was just a little too 'ordinary' to be real.

"T'Vels just going to do a follow up exam." he said matter of factly.

"Really....." Rangi said supiciously.

"I suspect Dr Fisher's health has improved," T'Vel said in response. Not because she wanted to convince Rangi, but because Scott clearly looked better than the last time she'd examined him.

"Ok." Rangi replied "..well I'll be over there if you need me..deck three. Take care of yourself Scott....dont over do it."

He nodded in reassurance that he had no such intention. "I hope you make progress." he replied.

"Please follow me this way, lieutenant," T'Vel said, indicating down the corridor toward the civilian medical suites where they were currently housed.

They walked away together and Rangi set off in the opposite direction but gave a glance back over her shoulder.

{ No...} she told herself { T'vel wont pass him fit unless he is....He shouldnt have chosen a Vulcan to appeal to }

= End Log =

Commander Rangi Summers
Medical Advisor
1st Task Force, SSF
-
Marine Captain T'Vel
Chief Medical Officer
Starbase Unity (SB 234)
-
Lieutenant Scott Fisher
Medical Officer
SSF (On Leave)

[USS Chimera] ||BACKLOG|| 240811.13 || JL || Commodore Shane Guzman and Councilman Turan So

=Main Bridge=
=U.S.S. Lancelot= 
 
Turan So felt as if he had become a forgotten man. Duringthe
battle, he tried to help out where he could. Even so, he had
heard nothing from the captain since the battle had
begun.So, he decided to pay Trent a visit. He stepped out
onto the bridge to be greeted by two securityofficers. 
"Move aside," he said as he stepped out onto the bridge.
When they wouldn't budge, the ship's XO, Lalya Jalaan, told 
them that it was OK. Only then did they back down. 
 
"What can I do for you, sir?" Jalann asked as politely
as possible. 
 
"I wish to speak to the captain." 
 
"I'm sorry, sir, but he's down on the planet." 
 
Before Turan could respond … "Commander Lalya, the
Qashqai has just landed near the Chimera survivor landing
site," the ops officer said. 
 
"The Qashqai? Guzman's ship?" Turan said. 
 
"Yes, sir," Jalann replied, not liking the tone in
thecouncilman's voice. 
 
"Then I will beam to his location," Turan said as he
moved to the turbo lift. 
 
"But, sir. Commander Rodgers hasn't …" 
 
"I am a high ranking member of the Federation Council. I
do not need, nor require Commander Rodgers' permission.
Now, inform the transporter room to be expecting me."
Turan swiftly turned and walked into the lift with a
stride of authority. 

- - - - - - - - - -
 
Several minutes later, he beamed to the planet and found
Commodore Guzman standing near the Qashqai. 
 
Shane watched the teams from Qashqai to work on the site.
There were still several wounded crew that needed attention,
some crew that went missing  after landing on Aeran III and
not forgetting … this area needed to be secured. Romulans
might have retreated, but who knows what dangers are lurking
nearby. 
 
Shane had now almost twice a standard crew …counting even
the survivors from the Fox. Vlimar (shadowing Shane because
of the don't-let-the-commodore-alone-in-possible-danger-site
doctrine) shouted in warning as a figure materialized near
Shane. Turing around, Shane saw councilman Turan appearing
out of nowhere. Surprised to see the council man here, Shane
thought for a moment that the cavalry arrived … before
realizing that they were not due for another 10 hours.  
 
"Councilman Turan?" Shane asked. 
 
"Commodore Guzman," Turan replied dryly. "It would seem that
all of our efforts for a peaceful solution pertaining to the
Romulans have failed. But I am stating the obvious." 

Looking at the council man, Shane replied: "you're quite
right Mr. Turan. We are now in war with the Empire and even
when it was not officially declared, it's a matter of fact
now."  
 
"Prior to leaving Earth, I was given all the necessary
detailed information on the proposed defense pact between
the Federation and the Erassians. I was to discuss this with
them on Erass. Unfortunately, the war broke out before we
even made it to Erassian space," Turan said. 
 
Shane could only nod: "Looks like that the Romulans were
planning this war quite some time ahead. I could believe
that the Romulan ships @ Charos could be gathered quickly,
but none will make me believe that Romulans had those 80
Warbirds inclusive all those advanced weaponry nearby by
chance ..."
 
Turan motioned for Shane to walk with him. "At times the
Romulans can be very predictable. Even theTal'Shair seems to
follow the same pattern. But this ..."Turan looked around at
all of the survivors and escape pods. "... this was not
expected. This had to have been planned for quite sometime.
Even when the Romulans were talking peace, they must had
already decided to make war. I saw it in their ambassador's
eyes as he sat in my office, drinking my ale ..."
 
Turan shook his head in disgust. "They made a fool out of
us, and I assure you, commodore... I'm nobody's fool." 
 
"I think our Intel will have a lot to explain. We had
little to no warning about the intentions of the Romulan
empire and wouldn't it be the Erassians, none of us would
be now alive and standing on this planet. I believe that
this battle proved the necessity for an MDP with the
Alliance, don't you think so council man?" 
 
Turan hated to agree with Guzman. He didn't like the
commodore or his tactics. That fact he never bothered to
hide. But, the Andorian was present during the battle. That
angered him more than his dislike for the commodore. "While
I believe that an agreement with the Erassians may be
necessary, this is not something that we can just jump into.
They came to our aid today, but what kind of allies will
they truly make? 
 
Still ..." Turan stopped walking and turned to face the
commodore. "I will speak to the council," Turan said. "We
will have a pact with the Alliance as soon as I return to
Earth."
 
A slight smile appeared on Shane's lips: "That would be
very fortunate. I tried to support the MDP during all those
long days of negotiations, but a lot of high ranking
officers were not happy about it … and even worse,
Federation council seemed to absolutely oppose the pact. I
am not sure if they will change their minds even after such
a battle like this one …"
 
"Commodore, you're forgetting. I AM the council. Nothing
passes through the council without my vote or approval. And
if I want the council to approve something, then they
approve it. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to make
arraignments to return to Earth."
 
Shane looked at Turan, somewhat unsure of what to say. He
knew a lot of Starfleet politics, enough of Federation
politics to know that a single man has only rarely such a
great power, but on the other hand … IF … there is
someone with such might and power then it's surely Turan.
 
"I am glad we are the same opinion Council man … at
least for the matter of MDP" Shane said. It was no secret
that both man disliked each other … each for own reasons,
but this war made them to a sort of reluctant allies.
 
"Safe road home council man" Shane added.
 
Turan nodded and called upon the Lancelot to beam him back
on board.


Commodore Shane Guzman
1st TF CO
SSF Command
 
and

Councilman Turan So (npc by Rick)
Head of Security and Special Operations Committee
Federation Council

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[USS Chimera] SD240811.13 =/\= Joint Duty Log =/\= Cmdr. Summers & LtCol. PontBrillant

*** 1st Task Force temporary location SB Unity ***

{ I can ask him...perhaps he can exert some pressure ...it's a ridiculous situation!}

Rangi was making her way towards the temporary offices that had been allocated to the 1st Task Force. As she walked briskly along, she glanced from time to time out of the view ports to her right. They showed the central hub of the starbase and the on going activity there.

It was the same view, more or less, as the one from the medical department, one she had looked at a dozen times in the day. The damage was being repaired but in parts it had been extensive and so alot of the hub was off limits to most personnel, hence the Task Force taking a temporary position on a section of the outer ring.

She slowed as she approached her goal, reading the name plates on the doors until she came to one stating 'Commodore Guzman. S.' . She didnt hesitate but simply knocked and entered and
found herself in a large room with one occupant. She hadn't met him before but knew from Shane who he was, so crossed the short distance to his desk, held out her hand and said:
"Good afternoon Lieutenant Colonel... I'm Commander Summers."

Vlimar was in a harsh mood. The engineers constructed Shane's office, putting it in the middle of a already overcrowded room, and, most of all, had no privacy what so ever. Vlimar found that fact unacceptable, as, after all, Shane would be the Commander of that Starbase. Also, Vlimar's office was bigger and had an enormous viewport. Shane's was surrounded by walls, in a middle of a room. It
did not fit. And Vlimar was afraid of losing his office, too.

Vlimar was directing an Engineer LtJg that seem to be the shift supervisor, when he heard the door open (as the automatic door were not yet installed). He turned around and located an hand, extended to him.

A petite and slim lady was holding the hand forward. Vlimar's eyes went from the extended hand to the face. The light complexion woman, with pure blue eyes and light brown hair fitted the description of Shane's Rangi.

"And you must my Boss' muse, Rangi", replied Vlimar, shaking the hand firmly, but gently.

She blinked then smiled, surprised by the responce. "You could say that." she replied and glanced past him to a closed door. " The Commodore wouldnt be free would he?" she asked tentatively returning her attention to Vlimar. " I wont keep him long."

"Actually, he is away for an hour or two", instantly answered Vlimar. "He's meeting with SSF Command", he added. Vlimar smiled to the best of his abilities. Shane was, in fact, meeting with SSF Command, for the orders. The Romulans were still in the area, a Romulan warbird was permenantely stationed right on the Romulan side of the Neutral Zone.

"You want to wait for him?", Vlimar asked.

"Oh.." Rangi gave a shake of her head "No...I cant wait. " She glanced at the closed door. " I dont have long, I need to get back to the med centre. I'm expecting a report from the engineers...about the new infirmary. " She eyed Vlimar thoughtfully. " Perhaps you could give Sh...the Commodore...a message from me?"

Vlimar smiled. "Of course, I can give Shane a message.", he replied. Vlimar and Shane were on first name basis in private, so Vlimar assumed it was ok to share it with Rangi. If Rangi was exactly like Shane
described her, she was  a very kind and intelligent woman who was aware of the "Behind the mask" mutuality between officers.

Rangi caught the familiarity and gave a small smile.

"Please tell him...the responce from StarFleet   isnt what hoped for. He'll understand. We are still 'days' behind schedule and really...it isnt good enough!"

She looked and sounded frustrated then, realizing it added " Sorry...it isnt your fault ,  its just so annoying."

Vlimar grinned again. He understood Rangi's frustration better than anyone. After all, in his past, Starfleet was mostly slow to react and late to send resources.

 

Vlimar motioned around the office: "You saw what they put for CO's Office?", he asked. "Even the 1st Engineering Assistant has a better view from his own office.", he added, obviously showing frustration.
Vlimar grinned and said: "I mean, I have a huge viewport and a larger office than Shane, and, I mean, I am just the Strategic Operations Advisor..."

 Rangi chuckled, releasing the pent up feeling but said in a more serious tone. " I know they have priorities...defence and weapons and...all that...but we 'need' the infirmary. Working from the medical centre is not ideal by any stretch of  the imagination."

 

Vlimar nodded. "I agree with you, medical should be a priority.", he replied. "I will talk to Shane about it and make it happen for you.", he finally added. Vlimar felt strange that they were on a starbase made to defend the territory, but it had no way of healing it's warriors. Rangi smiled at him. " You work magic do you?" she asked 

Vlimar cracked up laughing. "I am no magician, just a man with conviction", he said. "And, I think that's why Shane & I get along so well..."

"He speaks very highly of you." Rangi replied.

Vlimar smiled. "Well, I am glad to hear that...", he replied. "And you are as beautiful as your husband is a good leader", he added.

 Rangi was taken aback by the compliment. " Well thankyou..." she said "...but..you're mistaken...Shane and I aren't married. "

 Vlimar's eyebrow naturally raised in a flash. He was assuming Shane & Rangi were married. "Oh... Well, I am sorry, I assumed your guys were...", he said

 

" It's alright.." she said. "...a natural enough assumptionto make...bearing in mind we have a son. Actually he isnt 'our' son. I mean..he wasnt born to us. We met ourselves in a Mirror universe you see and Martins parents were both killed there. Shane brought Martin to Chimera and now he's legally ours. "

Vlimar nodded slowly. He was surprised that they were not married more than their son was from a mirror universe. After all, the smallest things are the one that shock the most. "I understand... It is very couragous of you to adopt a child...", he said.

"Not courageous....daunting perhaps. " She flashed a small smile. " Shane always does the right thing...even if it doesnt appear so at the time. He was right to bring Martin with us and not to send him back. Its altered all our lives ofcourse but now I wouldnt have it any other way."

Vlimar smiled. "Children are a blessing...", he simply added. Obviously, he was holding something back. "I am anxious to meet that little guy...", he added, showing a smile.

Rangi wondered if he was going to say more but he just stood smiling to her so she replied : " I'm sure you will as soon as things calm down. Martin liked to spend time in Shanes office before...I'm sure he will again...though I should warn you..." she added "...he can drive you crazy with his questions" She smiled too as she said it.

 

Vlimar smiled. "I look forward to answer them", he added. "Well, if you excuse me, I will get going to my tasks...", he said, not wanting to hold Rangi longer than she needed.

 "Thankyou for your help." she replied. " Please tell Shane wont you?"

 Vlimar nodded. "Of course, I will.", he instantly replied.

Rangi thanked him again, turned and headed for the door, closing it gently behind her. { Magic} she thought as she began her walk back towards the med centre {..... we could do with some of that.}

Vlimar looked at Rangi closing the door behind her. Vlimar stood there, looking at the door for a few seconds. He hanged his head down for a few seconds. He remember his own daughter, Valerie-Anne, who lost her life too soon. He took a deep breath and then turned, facing the office. "Really, not enough", he muttered. He opened the door and left the office.

  *** End Log ***

Commander Rangi Summers
Med Adv. 1st Task Force
SB Unity

 

&

Lieutenant Colonel Vlimar PontBrillant

Strategic Operations Advisor

SD 234: UNITY
1st Task Force

[USS Chimera] ||BACKLOG|| SD 240811.13 || JL || Cmdr Rojac & Cmdr Wellington ||

[Cafe Carmon - Main Promenade - SB 234: UNITY]
 
Athena needed to report in, and this would be the first time she would see Cropa since before she left on vacation.  She tried not to jump ahead, but knew he'd be surprised to find her here already.  She hated not being able to wear a uniform when she reported in but she had little with her when she left for vacation and well the rest of her clothes had been on the Chimera.
 
Cropa sat at a cafe table on the front patio of Cafe Carmon. He was compiling his latest reports from the Battle of SB 234 for Commodore Guzman, who expected it by the next morning. After that he had the list of next of kin to whom he had to write. After the battle, there was little work space aboard SB 234, but Rojac found solace and a flat surface in Cafe Carmon. Their coffee was a little bland, but their freshly baked bagels were delicious.
 
Rojac looked up from his readings and saw a familiar face approaching. Somewhat flabbergasted, he rose to his feet. "Athena?" He asked. "How did you get here so quickly?"
 
"Sir, I've been around sort of," she hedged.  "Is there anything I can do to help," she asked hoping that her question would take precedence over her answer.
 
"Please." He gestured to one of the three empty chair at his table and put a few padds into his satchel to make room on the table's surface. "Have a seat."
 
Athena sat down across form her CO, adding, "I did say I would try to meet you all but I'm afraid I couldn't understand your reply."  She hadn't known about the communication lock out; she hoped her added explanation would ease the tension she sensed from Rojac.
 
Cropa sighed and reclined against the hard metal wire of the cafe chair. "Yes. The signal did get fuzzy at the end there. I'm afraid General Kira put us under an order of communications blackout once we were underway, which would explain the absence of our reply." As Rojac's eyes were wandering the surface of the table, they climbed up Athena's long fingers and found the glimmer of the blue gem there.
 
"I'm glad to find you well and can only imagine that you have several thing that need accomplished.  Is there anything I can assist you with?"  She wondered how much longer he would let her go without fully answering his original question, but waited for his reply.  Following his line of sight she placed her right hand over her left and continued to wait.
 
Cropa snapped to at the break of his line-of-sight and looked back up to Athena. "Well, I'm sure the counseling department here is flooded with appointments after the battle. And I believe the Chief Counselor here was killed." He adopted a somber look and gazed across the promenade at the rebuilding efforts taking place throughout the station. "I will double check with Ops, but go and see how your expertise can be of assistance here. They could probably use the help."
 
"Excuse me, Sir, but did you at anytime speak with General Ivanov?"  Athena couldn't help asking she understood why Viktor wouldn't tell Shane she had been aboard the Hermes, after all there was no love lost between the two.  {But if...} 
 
Rojac was rather taken aback. "Why yes I have." He replied, "But how would you know? Have you been practicing your telepathic abilities, Commander?" He leaned forward in his chair.
 
"Sort of, but not here," she said absently.  {Why?}   She looked down at her hands and moved her fingers around so that she could see her ring twinkle and wink at her with the light of the SB.
 
"Ah." Rojac smiled as comprehension dawned on his face. "So that's who it's from. Should I congratulate you, Counselor? Or would you rather I keep the information close to the chest?"
 
She looked up saying, "Yes, its from Viktor and yes, you can congratulate me."  She took a moment longer before answering, "I'm not sure how others will perceive me ... us ..."  She sighed commenting, "on one hand we've managed to do what others have deemed impossible and on the other i suppose I would be considered a traitor."
 
"Like Antony and Cleopatra." Rojac grinned. "It will probably anger some people, true." Rojac admitted. "But you don't get into relationships to make other people happy, Athena. The important thing is that you and Viktor are happy."
 
"I am," was the simple return.
 
"Well, congratulations." Rojac nodded in her direction. "I hope you two will be very happy. Though I wonder, Counselor," he began, " does this mean that you will be leaving us sometime soon?"
 
"No, I don't believe so,"  she didn't elaborate any further on her vague answer.

 

Rojac nodded after a beat of silence. "Very well. Report to Starbase counselling and see if you can be of assistance. I will contact you later when I recive further orders myself. It was good to see you, Commander."

 

[End Log]

 

Comamnder Cropa Rojac

Commanding Officer

 

&

 

Commander Athena Wellington

Chief Counsellor

 

USS Chimera NX 96899-B [Destroyed]

[USS Chimera] SD240811.12 , || Back Log ||, Cmdr. Terek Weranis CSCiO

Terek Weranis <annemion@seznam.cz> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:

==================== VALARIS III ====================

"I can't believe that someone lets you fly the shuttle. Even such old
and crappy one."

Said Terek's grandfather that was now pale green clenching to t.he arms
of his chair.

"Hey! Don't talk to pilot when he's flying."

came a haste reply in a tone that suggested that Terek's mind is
currently somewhere else. Considering his flight pattern, it was
probably some happy place where reality had little influence.

"I would obey , if there would be some pilot present..... whoa!, Holy
Prophets, are you trying to kill us both? How did you even get through
the academy?!!"

The near miss of a side of the very wide cannyon made Tirou even paler.

"I swear tha inertial dampers launched themselves in the escape pods....
Look! I think I can see them!"

"This was your bloody idea grandpa. I've said from the beginning that I
am a lousy pilot, but noooo, you just insisted on us doing this cargo run."

"When you said lousy, I have thought that it would be something like
flying in the refugee transport in the old days, but this is a
nightmare. Lucky me, that I haven't had mu lunch before we've left."

The small bajoran shuttle was fling close to the surface of Terek's
homeworld, Valaris III. He came here to find a sanctuary, somewhere
quiet, where he could contemplate about what to do with his life, taking
a leave from the Chimera. At that time, he didn't know that there would
be a war and that Valaris would be caught on the wave of the conflict.
Whole planet was cut off the supplies, left to its fate. It was almost
self sufficient colony, however, almost was the important word. Still
the regular food and drug supplies from the Federation kept it growing
and prosperous. Now that those deliveries seized, the Valarians had to
take care of themselves. So volunteers were flying to neighbour systems
trading for food and medical supplies.

And Terek's grandfather insisted that they enroll as well. They were
given worn out shuttle, which barely flew out from the hangar bay.

"Don't worry guys, the Dragonfly will be all right once she gets into
the space." said the mechanic on the base, but exactly this seemed to be
greatest problem. Shuttle seeemed to be unable even to hover not to
mention get an escape velocity. By will of the Prophets they finally
made it into the space and after two days in warp two, they made it to
the closes inhabited system, sold their cargo of spring wine and bought
a solid ammount of food supplies. Mostly vegetable and meat, which were
difficult to get by on Valaris.

Now their overweight shuttle was trying not to cras back on the base.
Indeed Terek passed the flight exams on the academy, but instructor was
almost unconscious and a little bit shaky when he signed his report.

"By great Dreila, we have survived. Remind me please that I never ever
want to be in a shuttle when you are at the helm."

"Again, I've told you from the beginning and YOU could have taken the conn."

"No I couldn't I've never learned to fly and I certainly don't inted to
do so in my age. Nontheless, now it doesn't seem to be such a bad idea."

"Oh please..."

He was interupted by the docking bay service controler:

"Commander Terek?"

"Yes, what is it?" he said a bit startled as he didn't expect to be
called by his rank here.

"We've just recieved an message from the starfleet command on a secure
channel. You are requiered to return to active duty. The attached text
message is supposed to have the coordinates of your new assignment."

The technician handed him a data padd.

"Ehm... thanks... I guess." He looked at his grandfather.

"It looks like you won't do another cargo run, will you?" he smirked at
Terek.

"Be happy, you'll live to see another day."

"Lucky me. All right Weranis. Go get your stuff from the base and I'll
try to find out what transport is headed to the nearest SSF base."

Terek wanted to object that there probably won't bbe any transport from
Valaris heading straight to the SSF base, but he felt that the old man
wants to do something useful so he swallowed the objection and went to
their quaters for his stuff. They moved here from their family farm
because it was safer during tthe initial fights. In the later days of
the conflict both Romulans and Federation lost their interest in Valaris
and they were left behind. And now that the communication to the
government have been restored Federation is hearding all its lost sheeps
back into the
fold. After the communication, the trasportation was restored and ships
were comming and leaving Valaris more regulary now, however still not
any supply ships which was quite disturbing for the Valarians.

Two hours later, Terek was sitting in a cramped frigate heading towards
the Starbase 38 from where he hopefuly get some transport to the
location of Chimera. He didn't hear any news since he left. As Valaris
was cut off from the rest of the civilised space. Now that he had a
chance to log into the ship's database, he was shocked by the magnitude
of the events hoping it has all turned well for the Chimerans.

==================== END OF LOG ====================

CSCiO
Commander Terek Weranis

[USS Chimera] SD: 240811.13 Joint Personal Log, Cmdr. Athena Wellington/Gen. Viktor Ivanov, CCON/FCO

 
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Begin Log
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=/\= EAS Hermes - General Ivanov's Quarters =/\=

 

The Romulan's had pulled back and Athena had a chance to leave the Admiral's bridge.  Back in Viktor's quarters she fell into a chair and sat there more or less decompressing.  {What was I thinking .... when Cropa and Shane find out where she's been during the whole battle..... well those will be minutes... perhaps hours of my life that I won't get back.}  "Don't borrow trouble before it crosses your door step," Athena lectured herself.  She released her hair form the confines of the ponytail holder and let it fall around her shoulders.  She rubbed her temples, rolled her neck and then her shoulders.  Standing up she moved closer to the bed and took off the pants she was wearing.  {I'll never get used to these things} she thought as she shook the pants before throwing them to a corner.  Athena moved into the bathroom and washed her face wincing slightly as her arm brushed her side.  She lifted up the right side of the shirt and let it fall from her fingers as soon as she saw the bruising.

 

Viktor finally managed to get away from reading the initial damage reports and initial communications.  If he could grab one or two hours of sleep before the next lot he could live with that quite happily.  The down side was of course when he went back he would have to make a start on writing the notifications to the next of kin of those who had not survived the battle.  The guilt would come later, for the moment it was simply enough to be alive.  He walked into his quarters and winced slightly at the sight of the uniform trousers thrown into the corner and the shirt and jacket lying on the floor.  He had already lectured Athena on that once this trip and he wasn't particularly in the mood to do so again so this time he'd let it pass she was probably still shaken over what had happened to Chimera.  And then something else caught his eye..."Here let me look at that for you."

"It will..," She brushed his fingers away, "be all..."  She winced as he caught a particularly sensitive spot.  "Viktor," she started sternly, "stop it," she finished as she slapped at his fingers.  "It will be alright," she turned and met his gaze.

 

"Yeah and that's what Starfleet's policy towards the Romulans has been for the past thirty years.  I'd say today has been a particularly good example of how well that policy has worked so sit down on the bed and let me at least scan to make sure everything with your ribs is as you say 'going to be alright'.  The alternative to obedience is tickling...your choice."  Viktor stood clear of the bathroom door and held up an arm indicating the way to the bed.

 

She walked through the door, but went to pick up the uniform.  "Just let me take care of this," she said.  She wasn't as quick as she normally might have been but didn't show any outward signs of discomfort.

 

"Fair enough."  Viktor followed her out the door and stooped to pick up a medkit box from under his bed before sitting down on the bed.  He removed a scanner and a few items from the kit whilst waiting for her to sit down.  "So other than sore how are you feeling?  And before you automatically reply fine remember I too know it's been a long day and am fully aware of the cost."

 

She finished hanging up the uniform; turning around with fine practically on her lips; she stopped and hesitating at his last words.  "Tired and....," She took a few steps and then crawled up toward the middle of the bed, "a bit over loaded."  She looked him over and stated, "You must be tired as well.  And should be resting instead of fussing over me," she finished pinning him with an annoyed glare.

 

Viktor gave a tired smile "I was thinking of resting.  I was thinking that if I moved about in my sleep and bumped your ribs your yelling would wake me up...besides I don't mind fussing over you its pretty much the highlight of my day." He said as he stared at the readouts from the scanner.  "Okay no internal damage, no broken or fractured ribs just badly bruised."

 

Her look may have said, "told you so," but she refrained from saying it aloud.

 

Viktor finished raking in the medkit and pulled out a tube of cream.  "Put this on it should relieve the swelling and numb the area as well as speed its healing.  Whilst you're applying that I think there's something else in here which may help you feel a bit better."  He went back to looking in the kit.

 

With a sigh she began to apply the cream knowing that the sooner she did the sooner they both could rest.  "Don't you think this will be enough?"

 

"From your current standpoint yes from mine...well I'm not sure how to complete that sentence."  Viktor fished a small red box out of the medkit.  "This War isn't going to go away and it will get worse.  Many people will die on both sides before this is over and war being the unpredictable little madam she is may decide to call my number in at any time.  I don't know if after I leave here if I will live to see you again and before I go I want to ask what may come as an odd thing.  I know we haven't been together long and when we have it's been mostly turbulent but we have a good time even then.  You are unlike anyone else I've ever met and with you around me the world is a far brighter place."

 

Viktor slipped off the bed and got down on one knee opening the box to display the content "You are the sun in my sky and the centre of my universe.  Athena will you marry me?"

 

Athena dropped the tube on the bed instead of handing it back to Viktor.  She slide off the edge of the bed and into his lap and whispered, "Yes," against his lips.

 

Viktor kissed her happily taking care not to hurt her bruised ribs.  He took the ring from the box and lifted her left hand up so he could put the ring on the correct finger.

 

Her eyes were filled with happy surprised tears as Viktor placed the Sapphire engagement ring on the finger of her shaking hand. 

 

Viktor smiled at her "I cant promise that we'll be able to get to the next one any time soon, it could be months it could be years but for now let's just be happy."

She nodded and kissed him.

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End Log
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Commander Athena Wellington
CCON
USS Chimera - ?
 
General Viktor Ivanov
FCO
EAS Hermes
 

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[USS Chimera] BACKLOG =/\= SD240811.12 =/\= Duty Log =/\= LtCol Vlimar PontBrillant

== BACKLOG==

 

== Starbase 234, Senior Officer's Lounge ==

 

Vlimar was sitting by himself at the corner of the lounge. He choose that place mostly because it had a great view of the Viewport and that no one else could sit there to interfere with his vision. Vlimar was sipping his Earl Grey tea, reading the specs of the Starbase and it's history. SB: UNITY was a great piece of architecture, for a space structure. Vlimar like the fact that it was located in a very volatile sector of the galaxy. It was, Vlimar though, a good way to stay on high alert, feeling almost at war 24/7.

 

Also, Vlimar was thrilled to see his OPS department. He was scheduled by the Engineering team to take a first peek at it at 1500 hrs. It wasn't completed yet, but was getting there. And, to sugarcoat this, Cmdr Rogers asked Vlimar if he had anything he would like to see. The first though of Vlimar couldn't be written in a PG-13 log, but then, he realized Rogers was talking about his Office. Vlimar emitted a set of demands that was simple and short. So, he was expecting surprises.

 

Vlimar looked at his chrono and realize it was time to visit. Vlimar downed his tea, grabbed his PADD and started walking out of the lounge, towards the soon-to-be-open OPS Deck. Without realizing it, Vlimar was walking at a very fast pace. He was anxious to see it.

 

== Starbase 234, Operations Deck ==

Vlimar came in from the turbolift and stopped dead in his tracks. He was amazed. The room was huge, all open and with probably 40 consoles. There was a huge holoprojected in the middle of the room and smaller one, here and there in the room. Vlimar started walking around, looking at the design. It was, as he asked, simple, but efficent. The walls were made so they were projectors, where different teams can follow different situations. The ceiling was adaptable to be a 3D capable, in case of briefings and such. Vlimar then started looking around for an enclosed area. Suddently, he saw a door, written: OFFICE OF THE STRATEGIC OPERATIONS ADVISOR. Vlimar smiled and entered.

 

== Starbase 234, Office of the SOA ==

 

Vlimar walked in the empty room. There was no furniture, but, yet again, he knew that it would be perfect. A viewscreen on the main wall was showing the layout Rogers ordered his team to build. Vlimar smiled as he realized that Rogers knew exactely what he wanted. Only left the actual desk, that Vlimar wanted old Presidental style. He liked wood and leather, it was old style for some, but just right for him.

 

Vlimar exited the office. He looked around again and smiled. 2 more days, and his team will start working on their deck, instead of being everywhere in the base, taking any station they could find. He knew that he had 3 officers working out of the Engineering deck, one working in sickbay... and another in the brig. The workstations were a scare in this station, mostly because all department were closed for improvement.

Vlimar started walking to Sickbay, to tour his officers to know their status and, to be honest, talk about what he just saw..

 

== END LOG ==