Saturday, November 22, 2008

[USS Chimera] ||SB 234|| CO's Duty Log, Commo. Shane Guzman

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

======= Conference room one, SB 234
======

Shane listened to all the reports without any questions or
remarks. When the last report ended, Shane looked at all the
assembled officers and said: "Thank you ladies and
gentleman. I arrived just a few hours ago, so I will
definitely need more time to settle down and get an
impression of the picture. I will talk with every single of
you some later and we shall go over each department in more
detail. Since that, please consult all daily operations with
Colonel DuPont. He's both Task Force Deputy CO and
Unity's XO and he has my full trust.

He waited for a moment before adding: "For the time being,
we have three priorities. The top one is Security. We are @
war and this station is a vital point of operation for both
Starfleet and SSF and so a high level target for our enemy.
Turning to Chisulo, Shane said: "Captain, I want you to
prioritize what tactical systems will suit us best and began
with the installations immediately. Engineering will help
you with this."

Slightly sighing, Shane went on : "With the current
condition of Commander Rodgers, I need someone else to take
over Engineering till we find a permanent replacement.
Colonel DuPont, you are hereby put in charge of Unity's
Engineering. Please coordinate with Captain Chisulo all
necessary."

Other point is internal security. Not only the case of
Commander Rodgers, but a dozen more security reports on my
desk confirm that internal security is a big issue on this
station. I asked a friend of mine … and a skilled security
officer to take over the role of Task Force Expeditionary
Force Commander as well as Unity's Chief Security officer.
It's Marine Captain Joeleco 283 … some of you know him
from the time he served on the Chimera. He will take care of
internal security, but he will need support from tactical
and intel, so Captain and Commander …" Shane looked at
Chisulo and Harbright, "please help him as much as
possible."

Looking at Rangi, Shane said: "Our second priority is
medical. With the ongoing war, there will be many
causalities and we are the best and only spot for large
numbers of patients to be treated. I am glad that our
infirmary is almost full functional. Commander Summers, you
have my authority to use every single bit of resources not
needed by tactical and security for your needs."

Looking away from Rangi, Shane looked at Terek and went on:
"Our third priority is resources. I hoped that SSF will
provide us with whatever resources we shall need, but cause
of the war, resources are valuable and we wont get as many
of them as needed. Therefore … we need to find own
resources. Commander Terek, you're task is it to search
this system for suitable resources. There is a small colony
in the polar region on Aeran III … go there, talk with the
miners and if possible, make them to double their
production. Old sensor logs of this system suspect one or
two sources of dilithium … maybe in the asteroid belt.
Take the Qashqai and search for that dilithium"

"As far Fleet operation in this sector, I have no comments
so far, I need to learn far more about the situation before
I issue any orders. That means that you, Captain Chisulo
please continue doing what you do".

"The same applies to Intel. Commander Harbright, go on
with your own agenda … you know what we need most …
information about enemy movement along our borders.
Nonetheless it is important to know what other powers think
about this war and if they do … we need to know what side
they will aid. Preferably … before someone attacks us
unexpected. The Erassians are powerful in Intel … and
since we have an MDP now … squeeze as much as possible
from their sources. Without actual Intel, we are like
blind."

"if there are no questions …" Shane paused,
"you're dismissed. If anyone want to talk to me in
private, stay here …"

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

Commodore Shane Guzman
CO, 1st Task Force
SSF Command

CO
SB 234 - UNITY

[USS Chimera] SD: 240811.22 Joint Log LtJg. Jardan & Cmdr. Wellington

OCC:<happens before Harbright evaluation>
 
=/\= SB 234  - A Small Cafe =/\=
Between her work on the evaluations and celebrating her engagement and one small shopping trip, Athena hadn't gotten the chance to catch up with Lieutenant Jardan, yet.  {Well, at least he's making quick progress} she thought as she sat at the cafe sipping at her chocolate.  The lieutenant's schedule never seem to be free when her was either, but she sincerely hoped he received her invitation and would arrive soon.
 
Shortly after his meeting with Capt. Rojac, Tommy left the security office. He had received the invitation to lunch with Athena, and left the last of the details to Johnson.  He walked to the cafe and entered. He spotted Athena, went over and sat down." Hello Athena." Tommy smiled.
 
"Hi, I was afraid you'd be tied up again or I'd be called away," she smiled as he sat down.  She took a swallow of her hot chocolate and motioned to the waiter. 
 
"Actually, I was in a meeting with Captain Rojac.  I'm trying to put together the new Chimera's security crew. It has been definitely hectic." Tommy looked at his menu.
 
When the waiter she approached, she looked up and asked, "Could I, please, get a Grilled chicken sandwich?"  The waiter nodded and looked at Tom.
 
Tommy looked at the waiter." I'll get the salmon and a glass of the ale.The older the better." The waiter wrote the order down and walked to the kitchen. Tommy turned back to Athena," Well, you sure grew into a pretty woman. I was sorry to hear about your grandmother. What happened? I thought she was going to be OK?"
 
"Well, I'm sure if you could ask her she'd tell to I was the death of her, but after she managed to get me pushed through to work with some of the diplomats... she just sort of seemed to slow down."  She reached across the table and place her hand on his arm that was resting there before finishing, "She died of natural causes ... old age .... and it was peaceful.
 
"Well, I am glad she got to live a few more years. The doctors said it would be an iffy chance of surviving the wound. I am also glad that she was able to raise you. After your parents..." Tommy let his words drift off.
 
"Do you know what I remember most about you," she asked with a small smile.
 
Tommy smiled back ion return." Why don't you tell me."
 
"When you rolled me over in the mud with your hand over your my mouth until those people dressed in gray went away."  A curious furrow passed over the waiters face as he set down their order.  He walked away with a small nod as the conversation continued.
 
"To tell the truth, I remember you most as a carefree, very spirited child, who just wanted to grow up and save the universe from the evil clutches of the 'ugly gray guys', I believe you called them." Tommy laughed at the memory.
 
"Well, weren't they," she chuckled.  She took a bite of her sandwich and chewed while Tommy took a bite of his.  "You know I would have been in a lot more trouble if you hadn't kept stepping in and telling my grandmother that you encouraged my behavior," she stated and then added to jog his memory, "such as being covered in mud.... and running off when she got hurt."
 
"I was trying to teach you to be safe.Your grandmother did not see it that way. But it worked. Of that I am glad."
 
"I don't think she ever realized that I had walked off to find her help because I was worried," Athena shrugged and took a drink of her hot chocolate.
 
Tommy smiled," I'm not surprised, with it being a long time ago. And your age at the time. You knew. You did OK. And the help arrived just in time." Tommy frowned a little, remembering what happened afterwards.
 
"Tommy... is it still okay if I call you Tommy," she asked.
 
"Of course it's OK." Tommy turned away little," Your family used to call me that. They were the first, you know. I just wish.."
 
Athena reached across the table with her left hand, touching his arm.  When his gaze met her's she said, "Don't let whatever happened then rule your life... I know that's hard to hear from some who was around 5 at the time but... just don't let it hang around forever.."
 
"I try not to..but I should never have involved your family. Especially with a small child involved." Tommy frowned again,' But they were so eager to help.."
 
"My parents worked as spies before I was born which is why my grandmother was raising me .... and trust me when I say grandmother wouldn't have offered if she didn't think it was important," she responded with a comforting smile.
 
Tommy nodded. It had been important work. " The work she did, in the end, did save a lot of lives. And it looks like she gave you something to work for. And, congrats on the engagement." Tommy took a drink and then asked," have you decided on who is giving you away?" Left unspoken was the thought { And why him? Are you sure he is the one?}
 
At the mention of her engagement, Athena's smile turned to one of delight.  "I wish.... no, I haven't decided."  At the expression that was on his face she asked, "Is something wrong?"
 
Tommy smiled," No, well I wish your grandmother could see the look on your face. I was thinking..I would love to be the one to give you away. As your friend. Please let me. " {Yep. He is the one. Look at her. She is so happy.}
 
Thinking about how Vik felt about some of the others she could offer the giving of the bride away to {Maybe an old friend would be best.}  "I'll count on you for it," she decided in the next moment.
 
Tommy smiled even deeper. "Well then, set a date! I must be off to check with my crew." Tommy waited for Athena to stand up. " I am really happy for you. And jealous of the General. Remember, I will always be here to talk to and to be there for you." Tommy turned to leave. As he did so, he tried something he hadn't done since Betazed, trying to send Athena a salute using his mind{{Little General}} Tommy smiled and started whistling as he left.
 
She smiled thinking {I would have thought he would have forgotten that one... lets hope he has forgotten the other one.}
 
=/\= End Log =/\=
 
Lieutenant Junior Grade Tom Jardan
Chief of Security
USS Chimera-C ( Soon to be)
&
Cmdr. Athena Wellington
Chief Counselor
USS Chimera-C (Anytime soon?)



[USS Chimera] || STARBASE 234 || SD: 240811.22 Duty Log, Cmdr. Terek Weranis

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

========== / CSciO's Office \ ==========

Now that the overhauling had been completed Terek finally got a
permanent office. It was not too big. Just the right size, to fit in a
standard issue work desk, large wall screen, personal computer and close
to the viewport a two opposingly faced sofas with the sidetables. He was
just sitting on one of them admiring the scenery. This was the reason
he asked if he could be assigned this office. It was on the outter rim
of the main Unity's core and right in the spot, where the hull was
changing its curvature so the viewport was extralarge covering whole
side wall and even [art of the ceiling. The main docking ring wasn't
far but not blocking the view so he could watch over the inbound and
outbound traffict, while figurring out the great mysteries of
science.... well at least those that still left in this century.

Mostly when he sat and watched, he however thought about Alex trying to
overcome her death. Now was one of those moments. He just sat there,
watching a photo of her in a digital frame having a steaming mug of
dimbula petiagalla on the sidetable. Suddenly he was brought back from
memmories by a chime.

"Yes, come in." he answered and put down the picture. The door opened
and let in a friendli figure.
"Jerom. Hello, good to see you."

Since he arrived on the station he has only seen his half-bajoran friend
only a few times. Jerom was a slightly taller than himself, with short
red hair and beard, dark eyes and friendly smile. He was half bajoran
after his mother, but he only got the dark eyes from her and bit
wrinkled nose, but the rest of the genetic markers came from his father
and that sort of made him center of attention when he arrived somewhere.
It was unusual to see a person who resembled a Bajjoran but with flaming
red hair that in fact no Bajoran has ever had.

"Hi Weranis, sorry to bother you this late, but we have a little problem
in the rad lab."

Terek sighed, this was the only pain in the side he has got left in the
department. Everything else was at the moment fine, but it seemed they
can't get the radiation lab to get working. It was almost like back on
the Chimera.

"Oh Prophets, this radiation lab issue is like a curse. Back on Chimera
it were those high yield particle generators we couldn't get and now not
only the radiation shields aren't working properly."

"Yeah, sorry to disappoint you mate, but there's another bug."

"Come on, you do this on purpose."

Jerom shook his head with appologetic look. His friend really helped him
to move over Alex in those last few months and he was really grateful.
He's been a good friend of his since one Halloween party way back on the
Chimera-A.
"You know I'm not. The Lab is simply remodeled cargo bay and its EPS
grid is a bit weaker than it would normaly be. But still well withing
the requirements. I'm not sure why this is happening, but no worries,
we'll figure it out."

"All right, let's go. I want to see this."

Jerom thought that would do no good for Terek to see the problem, but
after all he was the boss so he just shrugged and led the way. Few
hundred meters of corridors, one turbolift ride and another few meters
of corridors led them to the large cargo bay door.

"Watch out, the overloads are unpredictable." warned him Jroem and
opened the door.

"...ckly, reroute the power!"

"And where the hell am I supposed to reroute it to?! The particle
generator's transformer output is ten times larger than..."

the rest of the heated conversation in the room was unintelligible for
both Jerom and Terek as they were nearly deafened by the loud crack and
blinded by a bolt of bright blue light that sparked between the large
particle emitter at the back of the room and the isolation padd it was
on. The both ducked in a reflect response to the shock.

"HOLY SMOKES WHAT'S HAPPENING IN HERE?!!" shouted Terek probably too
loud cause his ears were still ringing like a jingle bells. The two
technicians in the main control room that hung from the left side of the
ceiling like a large shuttle just looked puzzled at each other and then
just shouted back:

"WHAT?!! WE CAN'T HEAR YOU!!"

Jerom touched Terek;s arm to attract his attention and tried to sign him
that this is going nowhere. Terek nodded and rather walked to the ladder
and climbed to the control room. During the way his hearing got back a
bit although the high pitched noise was still in the background.

"I've said: What are you two doing?!"

"Eh, sir we were just trying to recalibrate the power distribution..."

"By blowing out the particle emitter? Do you even have an idea how hard
is it to get one of those? Let me see the grid."
he moved to the console and tapped a few commands. The hologram appeared
that displayed the layout of the all EPS rellays and conduits directly
affecting the radiation lab. He saw that more than half of them wasnn't
working right now and done his best to keep an anger at bay. Those two
morrons, just probably fried them all and it will take at least another
three days to replace.

"Jerom, do you think that if we use a rellays with higher capacity it
would help?"

He just shook his head: "No, because the grid is not built to handle it.
We have three options. One we move the lab somewhere else. Two, we
rebuild the whole energy distribution system with adjacent power nodes
or three we try to figure out something else."

"Those aren't options. We have to find another way around this. What's
in this section?"

Jerom approached console as well and called up the schematics for the
section of the station.
"Just three storages, one of them empty and currently unoccupied living
quaters. And wait, there is a backup secondary sensory platform built
from on the hull exterior right outside of the cargo bay."

"Are you kidding? You;ve been having a power problems and you haven't
noticed this leech?"

"Well what ca nI say? We didn't have power problem until now."

Suddenly it clicked in for Jerom. "Wait a second... The astrometrics is
still working on the sensory upgrades, aren't they?"

Terek nodded and suuddenly realized where Jerom is heading.

He tapped a few more commands to see the progress of astrometrics and
they read the details for a while.

"Jerom, can you...?"

"Already on it." Terek looked aside to see his friend at the next
console veryfiing the numbers.

"There it is. They use the same frequency band as the power rellays. No
wonder it has been causing the problems. They were interfering with each
other. The power distribution net for the lab might be a bit weaker, but
still it has to be able to hold."

"Great, we'll just need to compromise with the astrometrics about the
frequency band. I'll change ours for the moment, but we need to be sure,
they don't switch it again."

"Just send me the necessary modifications and I'll go and tell Jessica."
replied Terek and headed back to his office. "I'll leave this to your
capable hands here."

========== / END OF LOG \ ==========

Commander Terek Weranis
CSCiO
SB Unity

Lieutenant Jerom Worik (NPC)
Science Technician
SB Unity

[USS Chimera] SD: 240811.22 Joint Log LtCol PontBrillant & 2ndLt. Nyx

=/\= SB 234 =/\=

Mnemosyme sat at a quiet table and waited for the next person she had to give an eval to and clear for duty.  She drummed her finger on the table as she waited; preferring the informal setting to a stuffy office.  She watched the steady gait of the man walking up to where she was sitting.

Vlimar was surprised that he was called for a second exam, since he rejoined. Vlimar was used to "at war" status, him that fought in the Insurrection War as a Commanding Officer. He shrugged, thinking that if that's what he must do, it's what he's going to do. Vlimar entered the lounge, looking around for 2nd Lt Nyx. He immediately spotted her, as she was one of two wearing the Marine Officer uniform and the other one was a Major.

"Lieutenant Nyx, I presume?", Vlimar asked.

"Yes, I'm 2nd Lieutenant Nyx.  Please, have a seat, Colonel and my first name is  Mnemosyme."  She had stood to address him but motioned toward a chair and sat back down.

Vlimar smiled and sat down slowly. As the  waiter was passing by, he waves at him. "Can you bring me a Café au Lait?", he asked. His eyes then went from the waiter to Mnemosyme.

She waited while the colonel put in the quick order and when the waiter looked to her, she merely gave a small shake of her  head.   As the waiter went to retrieve the order, she continued, "But as my first name is as long as my rank perhaps you'd prefer to use my nick name, Nym or just my last name Nyx."

Vlimar smiled to remark. He agreed that Second Lieutenant Mnemosyme Nyx was a barrier to get on the shortlist, as Vlimar called it, of officer you want to call. It's always easier to call Jake than Christopher-Alexandre... Vlimar nodded.

"Then, Nyx it is... and you can call me Pont...", he replied.

The waiter place the colonel's drink on the table in front of him.   Nym asked, "There are a lot of things to do here, are you very busy?"  She thought these after battle evals were annoying when there was clearly much more important things to do.

Vlimar smiled to the question. In a way, a senior officer in a ship is always busy and can be free when they feel it is necessary. That was one of those cases. Vlimar looked at Nyx.

 "Well, I give you all the time you need, Nyx.", he said. "This has to be done and I don't think I would be able to get away from it...", he added, laughing. Obviously, Vlimar decided to make the best of the meeting, whatever apprehensions he might have.

"Sir, with as much double talk as you just gave me, I'm sure you could have found a plausible reason to stall an evaluation."  Nym smiled back politely.  "But , getting back to business, Do you like your job?"

Vlimar couldn't but think {clever}. He smiled kindly and replied.

"I love my job. To be honest, I wanted to come back in Starfleet after a too long retirement.", he said. "When you've been doing the same thing for 20 years, want it or not, you start to love your job.", he added, simply.
Vlimar smiled as he concluded that initial answer, then sipped his Café au lait.

Mnemosyme made a noncommittal sound and asked, "How do you feel about your follow officers?"

Vlimar smiles, as he was taking another sip of his café. He put his cup down and looked at Nyx.

"Well, as a Starfleet Officer myself, I think it is important to respect the others and understand some have weaknesses and strengths... Some have more flaws than others, but, overall, I enjoy dealing with each and everyone of them.", Vlimar said, obvious referring to Jluaz for the "more flaws than others" part.

She mentally made a check mark and asked the next blank question.  "How do you feel about Starfleet?"

Vlimar then smiled. It was obvious rigid questions, taken from the counselor's course books and instructions. Vlimar liked originality and out of context situation. He though that the best way to really know someone is to go beyond the battered paths and surprise people.

"I love Starfleet, but I hate it's evolution, sometimes. Too much politics, I guess.", he instinctively replied.
 Vlimar then stopped and looked at Nyx.. "Nyx, you know, you can talk to me directly, not through your academic books...", he replied,  waiting for an answer.

"But, I've already surmised that you are an excellent strategist that thrills at his job, but takes what he can get ... working with the raw material so to speak."  She took a moment to stare at him perhaps in the hopes it would make him feel as though she were stealing the information right from his head.  "I further find you fit for duty at this time.... just didn't want to disappoint ... or be found lacking in my job, Sir."  She continued to watch him from her relaxed position.  {At least he was as truly bored by those questions as I was.}

Vlimar smiled to the compliment. He showed a half surprised face, because he was not fully surprised. He expected Nyx to be able to describe him in words, words that Vlimar felt were his to lose...

"I realize you did your duty, and well, if I may say...", he added.  Vlimar then took the last sip of his café, then looked at Nyx again.  "Tell me about you, Nyx... Why Starfleet?", he dared asking.

"Why not," she replied with typical marine attitude.

Vlimar grinned to the answer. {Marines are Marines}, he told himself.  Even though Vlimar was wearing the Marines' uniform, he was hardly a Marine. When the Starfleet Secret Services were disbanded to let place
to the SSF, all SSS Officers were kept in the system, but were ordered  to wear the Marines uniform, so they wouldn't have to change their rank appellation. It was mostly a question of continuity.

"Then, tell me about you, Nyx...", he replied, expecting a cold Marine-type answer.

"I'm afraid there's not much to tell.... I'm a marine with half a brain.... I profile... that's all," she answered succinctly.  "I wouldn't want to waste any more of you time, Sir, Thank you."

Vlimar saw that anxiousness to leave. He slowly adopted a more relaxed position, almost feeling the roles were inversed.

"Oh, you are not wasting any time, Nyx. I know that you had 1 hour reserved for this interview and it's been... oh... 27 minutes...",he added, looking at his watch. "So, I have 33 minutes left to know you better...", he concluded.  "Where are you from, Nyx?"
 
"An outpost is where I was born," She replied.  "How many siblings do you have," she questioned back.  Banter was easier when both parties had to bee involved and less revealing which suited her fine.
 
Vlimar smiled to the answer. The PontBrillant family was unique in it's genre. Vlimar had no siblings what so ever, such his father had no siblings, as his father, etc.

"None, what so ever...", he replied, immediately. "I am the only child.", he said... "Am I sharing this infortune?", he asked.
 
"I don't find it unfortunate.  And you were born?"  Nym sat comfortably and watched the time tic away.  {33 minutes.... 31 minutes.... 30 minutes to go.}
 
Vlimar obviously saw that Nyx did not want to be there. He smiled, as he did not wish to hold her against her will, sort of a respectfully confinement.

"Well, I think I will get back to my duties. You owe me 28 minutes", Vlimar replied, as he stood up and offered his hand to Nyx to shake.
 
"I'll take them in PT," she responded and stood.
 
=/\= End Log =/\=
 



[USS Chimera] SD 240811.22 SB Unity . Duty Log: Cmdr Summers / Mcpt T'Vel

rangi.summers@mojwap.sk wrote to chimera@ucip.org:


= SB 234 - Main Infirmary - Isolation Unit 1 =

"Commander," T'Vel greeted Rangi as the Medical Advisor
approached her. "This is the latest diagnosis of Commander
Rodgers." The doctor handed Rangi a padd containing the
relevant information.


"Thankyou.." Rangi took the padd and read through the
information, glancing at Rick before she did so. He was

awake and murmuring to himself, unitelligible sounds. He
seemed at ease and in way, quite happy.


The report showed no improvement and Rangi did not expect
miracles. She handed back the padd.
" Captain Rodgers will be taking him this afternoon."
She looked at Rick, playing like a baby with his hands in
the air."

"Its tragic." she said

T'Vel looked at the man who, one moment was an esteemed
engineer and Starfleet officer, and the next seemed like an
infantile child, unable to help or care for himself.

"I believe that regenerative brain cell therapy may be
beneficial to him, but that is just speculation on my part,"
T'Vel said. "Even if such therapy succeeds, he would most
likely have to relearn all behaviors."


"Yes..." Rangi agreed, turning away. ".... and even with
that, his memory cannot be recaptured...all of its gone."
She looked at T'Vel and changed the subject. " So...'at
last' we have an almost completed infirmary."

T'Vel nodded. "Now that we have vacated the civilian medical
facilities, I believe Starfleet will appoint more civilian
staff. Aeran III has limited medical facilities and they
depend on us for advanced medical treatment."

They began to walk towards the door as they spoke, left the
Isolation unit and moved out into a wide corridor.Rangi
turned left and turning her head to T'Vel said :
"Yes...and I wanted to talk to you about that, indirectly
speaking."

"Commander?" T'Vel queried, raising an eyebrow.

"Scott came to see me yesterday.He is applying for a post on
the planet..the chief MO to be exact. It will be quite a
challenge to bring things up to scratch and I'm sure he
would do wellt. I'm pretty certain that he will be

offered the job."

"He is a qualified officer and certainly capable of filling
the position," T'Vel agreed.


Rangi nodded as they neared the lobby. "My job as Med

advisor demands alot of my time but, to be
honest, and particularly since I've been working in the CMO
position for the last few months, I know I'm going to miss
the hands on aspect. I have a solution though and I hope you
agree it will be a wise one."

"Indeed, being CMO of a starbase this size is not an easy
task," T'Vel said. "Especially during war time. The influx
of casualties has been high."


"Very high." Rangi agreed." I would like to propose that you
take a deputy CMO position." Rangi said. " It would free me
for my other work but at the same time I will be able to
keep an active role here too. What do you say T'vel?...will
you take it?"


"I will be honoured to accept the position, Commander
Summers," T'Vel said, inclining her head towards Rangi.


"Excellent." Rangi replied with a very satisfied tone. She
smiled to the Vulcan doctor. " I'm glad you said that."


"When would you like the position to take effect,
Commander?" T'Vel asked.


" Almost immediately." Rangi answered. " We have after all
overseen the rebuilding of the infirmary jointly havent we?
Your suggestions were sometimes very useful so I would like
to confirm the arrangement with the Commodore and then we
can put it into practice."

"Thank you, Commander," T'Vel replied. "I am grateful for
your consideration." Though not typically a sentimental
species, somewhere deep inside T'Vel it felt good that she
would be serving in the position that was once her mate's.

Rangi was satisfied. It felt as though things were beginning
to go well.
"Shall we take at look at the orthodepidic department?" she
asked and T'Vel agreed.


*** End Log ***

Commander Rangi Summers
Med dv. 1st Task Force
SB Unity
&
Marine Captain T'Vel
Dep CMO (to be confirmed )
Starbase Unity

[USS Chimera] SD 240811.22 | SB 234 | Personal Log, MCapt T'Vel (DCMO)

OOC: Takes place just after a JL between me and Rangi. Bren

= Starbase Unity - T'Vel's Quarters =

T'Vel walked down the corridor in the outer ring where her apartment was located. It had been a long day and thoughts of Commander Rodgers still stayed with her, as well as the conversation she had with Commander Summers concerning her new position. All signs pointed to a calculated act of revenge that was carried out on the Starbase's Engineer, but the motivation remained a mystery. It was a tragic event indeed, and T'Vel wished the best for MaiKai and Rachel, who were undoubtedly the hardest hit by this. MaiKai had looked calm when T'Vel had seen her, and situation strangely enough reminded her of her own.

Both were senior medical officers with children on the starbase, both who had lost a partner in one way or another. There was still hope for MaiKai that Rick would recover, even though the chances were miniscule and his memories were practically gone. But for T'Vel, there was no such hope. And hope was not an emotion she allowed herself to indulge in. She had become somewhat frayed at the edges since Sokas' death. There had been no time to grieve properly. Savek and Paleris depended on her, perhaps Savek more so than his younger sister.

It was not easy raising a child with V'Lyr Syndrome. He lacked the mental capacity fully analyse and suppress his emotions. He would never be seen as a "normal" Vulcan, unable to follow kolinahr or be enlightened by logic. Still, Savek had on occasion expressed the urge to try, inspired by his father's strong control over his own emotions and his infallible logic. Sokas had been the boy's mentor and idol, but now he was gone and T'Vel remained, a mother who was unsure of how to adequately express affection towards a child that so desperately needed to be shown it.

Her own grasp on logical was not exemplary. She had never completed kolinahr, finding it too hard to accomplish. She had not grown up on Vulcan and been around emotional species for most of her life. It was on her first visit to Vulcan that she met Sokas. Their marriage had been arranged by their parents and she was eager to be in his presence, thinking that it would inspire her to become more logical, to seek out the teachings of Surak with more vigor. But she didn't not feel that. Instead, she saw herself as inferior to him, and although their bond was affectionate and strong, he was always the more logical one.

His death was easier on her than she expected. Perhaps all these years apart prepared her for losing him eventually. But still it was trying. She walked into the residence they once shared, one of the few that remained standing following the attack. It was once again pristine, decorated in a late 22nd century Vulcan style, but it was not complete, and would never be complete without Sokas.

= End Log =

Marine Captain T'Vel
Deputy Chief Medical Officer
Starbase Unity SB-234
[NPC by Bren]

[USS Chimera] SD 240811.22 Joint Log, Capt Rojac (CO) & Cmdr Ohmsford (1TF Sci)

OOC: Sorry! This is the correct version, with the correct title. Please disregard the last log. Bren

= USS Chimera - Main Bridge =

Bren was still on the bridge when his combadge chirruped again. "Ohmsford here," he said, tapping the badge.

"Commander, you have an incoming transmission from Starbase Unity," the voice of one of the communications officers from the Omega Shipyards said. "It's from Captain Rojac."
 
"Send it through, please," Bren replied as he turned to the Tactical Console. "Now is as good a time as any to see if the viewer's working properly," he muttered to himself as he rerouted the communication to the main viewer.
 
The screen flickered, and shifted form the First Taskforce logo to that of Rojac's familiar, bearded face. "Hello old friend." Rojac greeted his former Commanding Officer. "What are you doing to MY ship?"
 
"Rojac," Bren greeted the Chimera's captain with a broad grin. He walked closer to the viewer so that Rojac could see him more clearly. He crossed his arms and stared comically at the screen. "Who says she's your ship. If I recall, I'm the only Chimera CO so far who hasn't lost a ship."

"You better knock on wood, Bren." Rojac replied. "You still have to make the trip here."

Bren just laughed. "It's good to see you too. How do you like your new bridge?" He stepped to one side a little so that Rojac could more clearly survey the Chimera-C's bridge.

"Efficient." Rojac nodded approvingly. "I like the silver. Reminds me of how they used to be. Is it all operational yet?"

"All primary systems are online," Bren replied. "They're not as efficient yet as I'd like them to be, but we were rushed into post-production so Mr Kroizter will have to tweak them while underway."

"Last report had the warp drive maxing out at warp four. Has Mr. Kroitzer improved that any yet?" Rojac asked.

- Hide quoted text -
"Yes, as a matter of fact," Bren replied with a nod. "You have a very smart young engineer there, Cropa. You caught us just before a warp flight test, actually. We're even running ahead of schedule. Imagine that... not something you hear often in Starfleet."

"No. Not often." Rojac gave a sullen grin. "Rick must have trained him well..."

"If all goes well we should have her for you by early next week," Bren said, confident that they would make their launch date.

Rojac tried to cheer himself up, and grinned back up at the screen. "I'll provide the champagne. Early next week then."

"It's a date," Bren grinned. "I'll let you know how the warp flight test went and send it to you with my latest report."

"Very well, boss." Rojac gave a mock salute, touching his right brow with a stiff right hand. "Rojac out."

= End Log =

Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C (In Construction)
-
Commander Bren Ohmsford
Science Advisor
1st Task Force, SSF

[USS Chimera] SD 240811.22 | USS Chimera | Duty Log, Cmdr Ohmsford (1TF Sci)

= USS Chimera - Main Bridge =

Bren was still on the bridge when his combadge chirruped again. "Ohmsford here," he said, tapping the badge.

"Commander, you have an incoming transmission from Starbase Unity," the voice of one of the communications officers from the Omega Shipyards said. "It's from Captain Rojac."
 
"Send it through, please," Bren replied as he turned to the Tactical Console. "Now is as good a time as any to see if the viewer's working properly," he muttered to himself as he rerouted the communication to the main viewer.
 
The screen flickered, and shifted form the First Taskforce logo to that of Rojac's familiar, bearded face. "Hello old friend." Rojac greeted his former Commanding Officer. "What are you doing to MY ship?"
 
"Rojac," Bren greeted the Chimera's captain with a broad grin. He walked closer to the viewer so that Rojac could see him more clearly. He crossed his arms and stared comically at the screen. "Who says she's your ship. If I recall, I'm the only Chimera CO so far who hasn't lost a ship."

"You better knock on wood, Bren." Rojac replied. "You still have to make the trip here."

Bren just laughed. "It's good to see you too. How do you like your new bridge?" He stepped to one side a little so that Rojac could more clearly survey the Chimera-C's bridge.

"Efficient." Rojac nodded approvingly. "I like the silver. Reminds me of how they used to be. Is it all operational yet?"

"All primary systems are online," Bren replied. "They're not as efficient yet as I'd like them to be, but we were rushed into post-production so Mr Kroizter will have to tweak them while underway."

"Last report had the warp drive maxing out at warp four. Has Mr. Kroitzer improved that any yet?" Rojac asked.

- Hide quoted text -
"Yes, as a matter of fact," Bren replied with a nod. "You have a very smart young engineer there, Cropa. You caught us just before a warp flight test, actually. We're even running ahead of schedule. Imagine that... not something you hear often in Starfleet."

"No. Not often." Rojac gave a sullen grin. "Rick must have trained him well..."

"If all goes well we should have her for you by early next week," Bren said, confident that they would make their launch date.

Rojac tried to cheer himself up, and grinned back up at the screen. "I'll provide the champagne. Early next week then."

"It's a date," Bren grinned. "I'll let you know how the warp flight test went and send it to you with my latest report."

"Very well, boss." Rojac gave a mock salute, touching his right brow with a stiff right hand. "Rojac out."

= End Log =

Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C (In Construction)
-
Commander Bren Ohmsford
Science Advisor
1st Task Force, SSF

[USS Chimera] SD 240811.22 SB Unity Personal Log : Commander Summers / Martin Guzman (npc)

rangi.summers@mojwap.sk wrote to chimera@ucip.org:

*** Guzman / Summers Quarters * SB Unity ***

Freshly bathed and dressed in cherry red pyjamas, Martin
hopped his way towards his bedroom, narrowly missing an
elegant vase of flowers positioned near the sofa.
"You'll have an accident if you're not careful." Rangi
warned as she followed behind him.
The hopping ceased for four steps.

"Rachel wasnt at school today" he said, breaking into a run.

"Wasn't she?" Rangi asked. " ..though I'm not really
surprised.

Martin catapulted himself onto his bed as Rangi reached the
door.
"Why aren't you? Isnt she very well?" he asked bouncing up
and down.

"Her Dad isn't." Rangi replied, stooping to pick up a toy
which she placed on one the shelves lining the wall."She may
have been saying goodbye to him."

"Is he dead?" Martin asked allowing himself to bounce to a
standstill.
Rangi glanced at him quickly. " No no." she answered. " But
he's....not himself." She walked towards a tall cupboard and
opened the door.

" What's the matter with him?" Martin wanted to know.

" He had a ...a mishap." Rangi said, opening a drawer and
carefully laying the clothes she carried into it.
"What's one of those?" Martin asked.

Rangi closed the drawer and shut the cupboard.
" It's when something unpleasant happens to you that you
can't avoid." she said and smiled to him as she turned to
face him.

"Is he going to be in the 'firmary for long?" came the next
question.

"The INfirmary." Rangi corrected automatically " No..he's
being moved to a facilty on Earth. The specialist doctors
there will be able to help him more than we can here." she
said "...but it will be quite some time before he's well
again."

Martin considered this briefly. " Poor Rachel." he stated
then asked "Will my dad be home tonight?"

"Yes..poor Rachel. " Rangi repeated quietly then answered "
Yes he will but not for an hour or so. He has alot of work
to do." She looked down at the little boy sitting on the
pillows of his bed.
"Is it because of the war?" he asked, looking up at her with
large brown eyes.

"Yes..get in please." she replied and he lifted the
coverlet, wriggling himself into bed.
He frowned."When will the war end?" he enquired with a tone
of complaint . " Daddy doesnt have time to play much now."

"I dont know." Rangi answered, pulling the coverlet
straighter. " Sometimes they can last a very long time."

"Well when I'm big I'm going to join the war." he said. " I
will be a tactical officer and my ship will win all the
battles like I do in the TacSim."
He looked up at as she bent to tuck him in, a confident
expression on his face.

"Wars aren't games Martin." Rangi said "They aren't fun and
I hope you never have to go to war."
She saw his expression change so stooped closer and kissed
him, smiling as she stood up to show she wasn't annoyed with
him despite the tone she had used. "Would you like a story?"
she suggested."

"Yes please! " he said at once " Noggin!!"

Rangi feined surprise. " Again?" she asked and he nodded
eagerly."Where is it?" she asked.
He pointed across the room "There." he said and snuggled
under the covers he had pulled up around him as she went to
find the picturepadd.
He grinned at her when she returned and moved so that there
was more room for her to sit on the edge of his bed.
She pressed a button on the beside table and immediately the
main lights dimmed, leaving only a pool of light shining
down on them.
"Ok..." Rangi said and looking at her son but already
knowing the answer asked : " Are we going from the
beginning?"

"Yes we are." he said, reaching out to tap the padd. Notes
of music began to play, a familiar introduction to the
stories.
Rangi settled herself with one arm around him as he leaned
against her and the pillows.
The first picture appeared on the padd and Rangi began to
read the words.

In the lands of the North, where the black rocks stand
guard.."
"Against the sea." Martin joined in. He looked up at her and
grinned. She smiled back. "The sea." she said in agreement
then continued: "...In the dark night that is.."

"Very long." Martin chimed in.

"The men of the Northlands sit by the.."

"Great log fires and they tell a tale.." Martin and Rangi
said together.
He settled down further onto the pillows and Rangi began the
stories as he watched the pictures change. He knew the well
loved tales very well and occasionally finished sentences
for her as the Sagas of Noggin unfolded.
He pointed to his favourite character when it appeared,
smiling up at her happily and Rangi read on about the
bravest soldier Thor Nogson and the strongest one.. Olaf,
finally coming to her own favourite... Graculus the Green
bird.
Eventually it was ended and Martin settled to sleep.

"NogBad the Bad never wins does he?" Martin said happily and
Rangi shook her head. " No..he never does." she replied "
Now go to sleep..it's getting late.... Goodnight."
They kissed each other and Rangi walked to the door.
"Goodnight" Martin answered as the light went out.
Rangi gently closed the door and wandered across to the sofa
glancing at the time as she went, wondering what time Shane
would get in.


*** End log ***

Commander Rangi Summers
Med Adv.1st Task Force
SB UNity
&
Martin Guzman
(npc) Rangi

[USS Chimera] SD:240811.22, Joint Duty Log, Act. Lt JG Gustav Kroitzer & Cmdr Bren Ohmsford

"Paul Howorth" <palsh963@gmail.com> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:

=/\= Chimera – C – Main Engineering =/\=

After Gustav and the others had finished and was satisfied with the
simulation Gustav contacted Commander Ohmsford.

+taps+ Lieutenant Kroitzer to Commander Ohmsford

Bren was alone on the Main Bridge tapping away at the MSD display when
his combadge chirruped.

"Ohmsford here," he replied, tapping his badge. "How can I help you,
Lieutenant?"

"I'm contacting you to report that the warp drive, transporters and
tractor beam are now fully operational, and that all minor engineering
works will be completed within the hour" Gustav said proud of the
engineering team for working so hard all this time.

Bren, surprised, stopped what he was doing. "That's quite impressive,
Lieutenant. You managed to finish up sooner than I expected."

"I had a good team behind me sir" Gustav said "how are things
progressing on your end?" he added.

"The internal sensors are almost fully online. I'm busy rerouting the
available systems to the bridge and the Master Systems Display," Bren
replied.

"Great sir.....any idea when we will be able to take the ship out for
a bit of a joy ride?". Gustav asked wanting test out the new systems
installed on the drive.

"It shouldn't be too long now, Lieutenant," Bren replied as he
accessed a systems list on the MSD. "Within the next two hours she
should be ready for a warp flight test, then we can see if she's ready
for the great unknown. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good sir, if there is any way I can help seed things up then
just tell me?." Gustav said, after a week of nearly constant work he
was eager to get underway, he wanted to get back to Unity and back to
Mimi.

"I think a thorough diagnostic on the internal sensors can help
eliminate any remaining teething problems," Bren suggested. He was
just as eager to get to Unity to see Liev, who'd been stationed there
since the base opened. "Then everything should be fine."

"Copy that Commander, I'll get on it right away then report to the
bridge before we launch". Gustav said already moving to start more
work.

"See you in a few, Lieutenant," Bren said as he continued to work on the MSD.

"Aye sir" was Gustav's response as he ran the diagnostic on the
internal sensors.

After the diagnostic results showed after about an hour on the console
in front of him Gustav looked over the results "Hmmm......the sensors
power are fluctuating on deck five" Gustav said to himself while
tracking down the problem, a power relay by holodeck 2, {I'll fix that
on my way to the bridge} picking up what he needed Gustav made his way
to deck 5.

The relay had only taken about 30 minutes to fix, just a faulty
connection, after Gustav had packed his work gear up he headed to the
bridge, handing his kit to a passing engineer and asking him to put it
back in storage.

Upon entering the bridge Gustav reported to Bren and handed him his
full report of the work done on the ship since his arrival minus his
work on the power relay, {I'm glad that I added to the report every
night after knocking off my shift} he then took his position at the
engineering station on the bridge.

=/\= End Log =/\=

Commander Bren Ohmsford
Science Advisor
1st Task Force, SSF

&

Act. Lt JG Gustav Kroitzer
DCEO
USS Chimera - C

[USS Chimera] SD: 240811.22 Meeting Log, Cmdr. Lernen Harbright, 1TF IA

----------
Begin Log
----------

 
Lernen cleared his throat. "Well firstly I'll hope you forgive
me for not standing."  The bitter humour didn't really strike
a chord and there was no laughter even forced from around
the table.  Lernen guessed that most of them were
uncomfortable having to deal with someone confined to a
chair especially these days.  "I'll break my report down into
three seperate pieces. The Romulans, Local Powers and
Ranged Powers."
 

"Firstly The Romulans.  Whilst the Colonel is correct in saying
that Tal'Shiar communications perhaps more important is
where those spikes in communications took place.   The
spikes in communications activity took place on several
worlds along the Romulan border with Federation and Alliance
space there.  No particular surprise there.  However there was
another spike in communications triangulated to somewhere a
bit deeper into Romulan territory, a place called the Raylin
System.  I looks like that is their regional command post
coordinating the forward command posts.  We've sent in a few
deep cover operatives to validate that information.  Overall the
Romulan Military Strategy appears to be focused on taking out
the sensor grids observing their borders.  General Ivanov
confirmed that after the Battle of Aeren III that the first target
the Romulans had hit was the Alliance Sensor Network."
 
 
"The Klingons have shown surprising reluctance to enter conflict
with the Romulans.  This is most likely due to inter-House tensions
being at their hight since around forty years ago.  I suspect the
Tal'Shiar is likely stirring that particular Hornet's nest with all
they've got.  The Alliance on the other hand seems to be doing the
opposite.  Intelligence indicates that there was a massive Romulan
Force which tried to attack the Rios System where the Erassians
have a small shipyard facility early reports seem to indicate the
Battle size was on a par with the Battle of Aeren III.  The Erassians
sent in the Second and Third Fleets and the Romulans were repelled
though rumours indicate the Hermes and several of it's support
Destroyers were either badly damaged or destroyed.  Other evidence
supporting this includes the sharp rise in the cost of shipbuilding
materials indicating a sudden lack of it on the open market."
 
 
"Further away the Cardassian Union has been stirring and have been
aggressively patroling their borders.  Whilst it doesn't immediately
effect us it could have a knock on effect if the situation deteriorates. 
Our intelligence on Breen activity is sketchy at best during most times
but what we have managed to glean seems to indicate eratic
movements of ships.  This may be tied in to last years incident in the
Antigonis System, so we've joined resources with SFI and sent a few
cloaked ships into the area to verify whats going on.  Oh and before
anyone asks I'm not going to comment on internal investigations."  

 
---------
End Log
---------
 
 
Commander Lernen Harbright
1st Task Force Intelligence Advisor
Starbase 234: Unity




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[USS Chimera] SD 240811.22 | USS Rapier | Duty Log, Cmdr Trzetrzelewska (ACO)

= USS Rapier - Shuttlebay =

Natalia stood inside the Shuttlebay Control Room of the Rapier's single shuttlebay and watched as all crew cleared the bay floor. When it was all clear, the light on the console in front of her turned green, signaling that the bay was ready for launch. She looked through the glass pane at the oval shaped two-deck structure on the shuttlebay. The registry SG-160 was painted on the hull and it was the last of the Romulan NZ listening outposts to be deployed. SG-160's crew was already inside the cramped structure, standing by for Natalia's order.

"Bridge this is Shuttlebay; we are ready to launch 160," Natalia said when she pressed the comm, repeating the same words she had said almost 159 times before.

"Shuttlebay, you are clear for launch," came Pazla's somewhat weary-sounding reply.

"SG-160, this is Shuttlebay Control, stand by for deployment," she said as she opened the shuttlebay doors.

The large bay spacedoors opened slowly, revealing the blackness of the Neutral Zone outside. Two tractor beams latched onto the SG-160 and the station's commander spoke to Natalia over the comm.

"This is Lieutenant Vember," he said to her. "We are ready to launch, Shuttlebay Control."

"Acknowledged. You are clear to launch, SG-160. Good luck. See you in a few months," Natalia said with a smile as SG-160 engaged its thrusters, lifting up slowly off the ground.

The crew inside the Shuttlebay Control Room watched tensely as the tractor beams steadied, SG-160 moving it through the doors with literally one meter to spare on each side. As soon as it was clear, Natalia released the tractor beams.

"All clear, Rapier. Engaging cloak now. Godspeed!" Vember said as the station cloaked and disappeared, passing through the Rapier's cloak undetected and into position of the NZ sensor outpost grid.

Natalia let out a breath she didn't realise she'd been holding. At last, the mission was done! Behind her, the four crewmen in the room started applauding. It had been a trying past few months and now they could finally head back to Unity. Turning around, Natalia clapped her hands together as well, applauding them as well.

"I believe it's time to go home!" she said as she walked towards. "Day after tomorrow this time we'll be home. I'm sure the captain wants his ship back."

While the Rapier's original captain had been assigned by Intel for some classified mission, Natalia had been Acting CO for the duration of the mission. She had spent very little time on the bridge however, with Pazla being in charge of ship operations while Natalia was in charge and oversaw the project and the deployment of the outposts.

"Commander Trzetrzelewksa to Lieutenant Dacour," she said, tapping her commbadge as she walked out of the shuttlebay and into the corridor. "We're done at last, Pazla. Set a course for Unity!"

= End Log =

Commander Natalia Trzetrzelewska
Acting Commanding Officer
USS Rapier NCC 61582


[USS Chimera] SD 240811.22 | USS Rapier | Duty Log, ALt Dacour (AXO)

= USS Rapier - Romulan Neutral Zone =

Pazla Dacour sat in the command chair of the USS Rapier, reviewing the latest statistics and reports of the ship's mission: to deploy the covert Starfleet outposts along the Neutral Zone. The mission was painstakingly slow and required a lot of patience, something which Pazla wasn't exactly known for but had to learn very quickly when she was assigned as the Rapier's Acting XO almost 6 months ago.

The assignment had come quickly, shortly after the Battle of Aeran III. So quickly, in fact, that she had shipped out not three weeks later. Starfleet wanted to get the outposts deployed as quickly as possible, not having any time to waste while the Romulans managed to regroup themselves with the Federation's knowledge. The Rapier was cloaked and under communications silence as well during the its time in the NZ, and continuously on Yellow Alert. She returned once a month to Unity to fetch a new batch of outposts as well as new crew and give a status update of the project.

The Cargo Bays and some of the non-essential deck space had been converted to accommodate the small outposts, which were stacked onboard the ship like sardines in a can and assembled just before their deployment in space. The outposts were based on hulls that were used for captain's yachts for older Nebula class and Galaxy class ships, of which there seemed to be a surpluss. The yachts were overhauled, their warp capabilities removed and their internal configuration optimised to contain accommodations for six crew and the technology necessary to serve as a listening post.

The small, saucer-shaped outposts were cloaked so deployment happened undercover, with no one being any the wiser. But still it was a painstaking and nerve wrecking process. The outposts barely fit through the Saber class ship's small shuttle bay doors and the activation of their cloak had to be perfectly timed when they were released. One wrong move and the Rapier's cloak could be disrupted, revealing their presence to any Romulan spy satellites or similarly cloaked ships that were nearby.

But the mission was almost coming to an end after several months and Pazla was very grateful for it. The ship's resources were being stretched to the limit with maintaining the cloak for weeks at a time, and there had been a few close calls. They needed to return to Unity to refuel and refit the ship again, as well as replenish personnel. The Rapier herself was operating only on skeleton staff, but had been full of officers on departure every time who were going to serve as crew for the outposts.

She was busy reading the status of the cloaking device when she was interupted by a call from the Shuttlebay.

"Shuttlebay to Bridge; we are ready to deploy 159," the voice of the acting CO said. "Just one more to go after this, then we're done."

And not a moment too soon, she thought. "Confirm Shuttlebay, you are clear to deploy. Go ahead."

= End Log =

Act. Lieutenant Pazla Dacour
Acting Executive Officer
USS Rapier NCC 61582

Friday, November 21, 2008

[USS Chimera] SD 240811.21 NPC Duty Log [Starbase 234] MasterChief Heath Johnson (MAA)

***Sickbay***
 
Johnson looked at Commander Rodgers, who was sleeping. Since the attack, there had been a huge uproar, with Lt.JG Jardan finally assigning the investigation to him. His first task had been to check on Rodgers, to get a sense of what had happened. Now, as he looked on, a deep and fierce rage filled his mind. { Don't worry sir, I'll get the bastard who did this.} Johnson took one last look and left sickbay.
 
***Operations Room***
 
" So you managed to set up a camera? I thought there wasn't any in the area?" Johnson asked the Technician. The tech smiled." It was a need to know basis. After what had happened in the battle, I got a verbal order from command to set up a security field. Unfortunately, I was only able to set up the camera system. No audio, I'm afraid. " The tech pushed a few buttons and soon they were watching the attack on screen. " So how were they not able to see the cam?" Johnson wanted to know." I used these," replied the tech handing what looked like a button to Johnson.," Very small and hard to spot, unless you know what to look for." They watched the attack. While they were watching Johnson thought out loud, " I wish I could read lips. Wait, that looks like Arnold! I thought he died in the battle?" " Apparently not. Who was he, anyway?" " He was part of the security department. "
 
The tech thought a moment," I know a little about reading lips, Chief. let me look again" The tech watched closly this time. Finally, he looked up." I think l have a name for you. Actually, two. Hoack something and a Duvoro. And something about a brother?" Thinking a moment, Johnson decided to ask around. " Good work. It gives me something to work with." Johnson left the room.
 
*** Security Office***
 
Johnson entered the office and walked over to the computer. First, he entered the Hoack into the computer.[No records].He next checked the name Duvoro, but got the same result. He then brought up Rodger's file and searched for the names. He did not find them, but came up with the information that he had a brother named Trent. ( Interesting. ) He thought a moment, then walked over to the comm system +Please find a Trent Rodgers and get him for me. It's a security matter. I'll Hold.+
 
End Log
MasterChief Heath Johnson
Master-at-Arms (npc by tommy)
USS Chimera-C ( Soon to be)

[USS Chimera] 240811.23, Joint Personal Log, LtCdr MaiKai Rodgers and Capt. Trent Rodgers

OOC>> This will be my last log ... at least for now, I hope. I want to thank
everyone for letting me be a part of this sim and for JLing with me from
time to time, especially Jess who I thought would be appropriate to do my
last JL with ... if it is my last. Good luck to you all in everything you do in life.

Rick
aka Butch




=Psychological Ward=
=Starbase Unity=

Newly promoted Captain Trent Rodgers stood quietly over his brother,
who laid asleep peacefully on a biobed.

Trent had arrived a few minutes ago on a runabout. The Lancelot, which
was recently repaired, was being kept in reserve for the time being. The
Lance would probably see action the moment Trent returned to Earth.

When Trent had arrived at the starbase, Rick hadn't even recognized him.
Everything Trent had been told was true. His brother didn't even speak.
He just had this stare, this glazed look in his eyes. There was nothing
behind those eyes, at least not what he could tell.

A few days earlier, a passing starbase security crewman had found
Rick tied to a chair in a dark room. The door had been left open, making
finding the engineer easier. They had rushed him to sickbay, only to
discover that there was nothing they could do for him.

As Trent watched Rick sleep, he couldn't help to feel that this was his
fault. He held a copy of the isolinear rod that they had found with Rick in
his left hand. He had viewed it on the runabout. He then watched it again
and again. He had viewed it several times, feeling more helpless than
angry.


He had also read the medical report from Commander Summers more
than once, which made him fell even more helpless.

Trent reached down and gently pulled up the covers up over Rick's
shoulders. As he did so, he heard the door open behind him. He noticed
MaiKai enter the room.

Mai just stood there upon entering the room realizing Trent was ... well
paying his respects.  Are mind was already paralyzed she felt, so she
decided to stop all movement at the moment.

"How are you holding up?" Trent asked, keeping his focus on Rick.

"I'm not.  That's how I'm holding up..." Mai stated flatly.  Like Trent really
had to ask.

"I'm going to take him back to Earth," Trent said, finally turning to
face his sister-in-law.

She could only nod.  She tried to open her mouth, but nothing would
come out.

"Starfleet Medical is going to provide him with the best care possible,"
Trent said. "They already have a room set up for him and are gathering
some of the best people in their fields to see what they can do to help.
While I don't like the idea of Ricky being treated like a Guinea Pig, I
don't see any other choice."

Trent knew he didn't mean to make her cry, but she started to.  With each
sentence that he said just rippled an emotion through her never felt before. 
It tore at her heart letting the tears flow that she thought she had gotten rid
of.

"You're welcome to come back with me," Trent said.

"Thanks, but no," Mai wasn't even thinking really what Trent was saying
though she should've been.  She stood there letting her face be cleansed by
an ocean of tears.  Her lips started to tremble as the tears were starting to
cease.

"I understand," Trent said. "And don't worry. Sarah and I will make sure
that he's taken care of properly. If I'm off somewhere on the Lancelot, at
least she'll be there for him."

Trent knelt down and ran a hand over Rick's left cheek.

"As for the man responsible for this ...," Trent said, with a hint of anger in
his voice and his eyes. "... the Romulans, nor anyone else for that matter will
be able to protect him. I'll find Hoack and his associate. And, when I do ..."

MaiKai reached out and touched her brother-in-law on the shoulder and
retracted once he stopped talking.

"You and Rachel are family. You always will be," Trent said. "I want you
to understand that."

"I know thank you Trent.  For everything".

Trent stood in front of Mai. He surprised himself when he gave her a hug,
Maybe it was because he thought that's what Rick would have wanted. Then
again, maybe that's what he thought was needed. Maybe that's what he
needed.

When he pulled back after a long moment, he put a hand on each of her
shoulders and looked at her.

"If you need anything, and I mean anything, then you let me know," he said
still feeling as numb as he did when he first arrived, She just nodded as he
turned to face his brother once more.

"I'd better go and make arraignments for the trip back," he said softly. He didn't
move for a moment, but then turned and exited the room.


Lieutenant Commander MaiKai Rodgers
Chief Medical Officer
U.S.S. Chimera-C

and

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


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[USS Chimera] SD: 340811.21 NPC Log Rowl Aides, Dadick Osfafin & High Priestess

 
=/\= SB 234 - Unity - Guest quarters =/\=
Dadick paced nervously over and over on the same bit of carpet in their rented suite on Starbase 234: Unity.  His nerves were reaching breaking point as he waited on the arrival of their would be employer whose icy demeanour was far more terrifying than the thought of currently being camped out on the front lines of an interstellar war between two Galactic Superpowers.
 
Rowl tried to ignore Dadick's pacing and present a calm front.  His fingers beat out an agitated rhythm that seemed to provide the dirge for Dadick's repeated steps.  "What time is it now," Rowl asked hoping that this would be over soon.
"Five minutes after you last bloody asked me!" Dadick snapped.  "She should be on board the station now she'll be coming to us."
 
"I know... I just wish it was over with," Rowl said on a sigh.  "What's taking her so long.... never mind .... forget I asked that... its just nerves I guess."   He stood and started his own pacing, "I bought a bottle of whiskey when I was out earlier."  It was as if the silence begged to be filled by something even if it was idle chatter.
"And I would love to have a drink now but if she comes in and smells booze on us..." Dadick let the sentence fall by the wayside. It was obvious enough what would happen.
Rowl nodded his head and after a long pause, "After?"
Dadick grinned "Of course, we'll have our paycheck to celebrate."  The grin fell from his face as there was a hiss from the door opening and he automatically turned and bowed towards the door. "High Priestess, You honour us with your presence."
Rowl turned as well and repeated Dadick's actions, but allowed the other man to do the talking.
 
"Oh save the grovelling you pathetic wretches.  I'm not here for you in any case, I'm here to deal with the target.  Your job is at an end."  She said in her matriarchal tone.  It was odd despite her being over 60 she looked like she was still in her mid forties, her skin was still taught, her bearing elegant and proud as well as the sheer atmosphere of dominance that she exuded.  Even Dadick whose tastes ran to women quite a bit younger than himself was despite his fear of her deeply attracted to her.  He could only wonder if Rowl felt the same.
Rowl couldn't help it but to look the priestess over from top to bottom and quite approved of the whole package.  He might have even tried to be charming if it wasn't for that icy stare.  He did however pull out a chair and offered her a seat while asking, "Can I get you something?"
 
She sniffed haughtily "As if I would deign to eat or drink anything in this filthy hovel.  Tell me where is the target?"
"She's staying in the temporary quarters at the moment.... waiting for her new orders or ship  to arrive," Rowl spouted quickly and pushed the chair back in.
"Good"  She said then spun to depart.
"High Priestess?"  Dadick ventured softly.
What is it?" She said without turning back, though the venom in her voice was loud enough.
"About the matter of us being paid..." Dadick continued softly.
She gave a snort of disgust and waved to her aide standing in the doorway who handed out a briefcase each to both of the men.  "As agreed upon." she said before walking out of the room.
Rowl waited until the door hissed closed and then smiled at Dadick as he reached into the nearest cabinet and pulled down the bottle of whiskey.
=/\= End Log =/\=
 
Dadick Osfafin
Spy  NPC by Ixus
&
Rowl Aides
Spy  NPC by Jass
&
High Priestess
NPC by Ixus
 



[USS Chimera] SD 240811.21. SB Unity :Duty Log : Commander Summers.

rangi.summers@mojwap.sk wrote to chimera@ucip.org:

*** CMO Office * StarBase Unity ***

The two part report was done.
It began:
' Commander Rodgers.Rick / Isolation unit 1, SB 234.' and
continued with his current state then listed all tests
carried out to date, the reason they were conducted and
detailed results if known.
A prognosis was given at the end.

The second part was written free of medical terminology and
made sober reading.

'Commander Rodgers condition has seen only slight
improvement since he was adimitted to the infirmary in that
his overall fear has diminished.

He responds to light and sound stimulation.

He has semi control of his head and can follow a moving
object.

He is showing signs of recognising his main carer by making
attempts to smile and with general excitement when she
appears.

He exhibits unease with unfamiliar faces.

His gross motor skills are limited to controlled eye
movement and supporting his own head.

He is unable to balance so cannot sit unaided.

He is unable to feed unaided.

He is unable to control bodily function.

His fine motor skills are poor, with limited hand / eye
coordination.

I would gauge his ability as that of a twelve week old
infant.

The results of our tests but moreso the information given to
me by Captain Rojac, leads to the conclusion that Command
Rodgers memory has been wiped clean by use of an
unidentified process carried out by person or persons
unknown.

I cannot yet determine if Commander Rodgers will regain any
or all of his former abilities although I am confident that
his episodic and semantic memory will remain a void.

It is my recommendation that Commander Rodgers be moved to a
permanent location specialising in long term rehabilitation.


+/+Addendum+/+

The explanation of the method used to bring about Commander
Rodgers condition details the level of pain inflicted.
This is beyond the 'norm' as laid out in the Schultz 101
Scale and I think it a strong possiblity that Commander
Rodgers may have revealed classified information under this
prolonged level of duress.'

The report was signed:
Commander Summers. R. Medical Advisor 1st Task Force SB 234.
and sent encrypted to Captain Rojac and Commodore Guzman.


*** End Log ***

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

[USS Chimera] SD:240811.21 ||BACKLOG|| SGT. David Hackworth (NCP)

-=- Medical Starbase 19 - Deck 4 -=-

 

David Hackworth chimed the door of the room and nodded at the

nurse who was just leaving. The room smelt of disinfectant. It was a

smell that raised the heckles on the back of his neck. To a soldier's

brain, it meant that things were bad and going to get worse.

 

He looked down at the figure on the bed. There were five medals

pinned to the pillow, apparently someone had not forgotten the

actions taken by the crew of Star base 234 in the midst of giving

every other guy in the rescue fleet a pat on the back and a pay rise.

He shook his head and sat down.

 

"You really missed a good party," he whispered, pulling out a bottle

of the good stuff that he had saved.. The solid gold pips of full lieutenant

winked for a moment in the light for the night light next to the

bed, "General Bretam was buying. Damn, he can drink. And that

snake colonel that followed him around. And the general told this

story, damn it was funny. 'bout how the colonel used to command

an ODA detachment and was always getting into trouble. And

another him being on waste disposal duty."

 

So David told is friend the two stories, and a few others. About

how MCaptain McKnight used to have a crush on some Chief

medical officer and almost broke her foot at a dance, to cap it all

she was dating the ships commanding officer at the time. He told

her about the meetings between all the ship Captain's that had been

involved in the rescue of SB234.


And he told her about how one of vessels had managed to

transport the civilians off the station and warping away, making a run

for the Klingon space under fire. It was a Nova Class of all things,

it had no life support and was a complete blaze, or so the Klingons

said, but the civilians had survived, along with a few of the crew.

 

But after telling story after story and joke after joke, the bottle

was finally empty and it was time to leave. "Well, Annie Elgars…."

He paused and smiled, "Lieutenant. They say you might be able to

hear me. And they say you might come out of it someday. I've left t

he name of my…. are unit with them. They are taking all the combat

survivors from The Stand on the Star base 234 and making some

Expeditionary Force for 1st Task Force." He laughed and wiped

away a tear, "If you can believe that. You're included as one of

us. You and all the over…. wounded. And the dead. So, you

can, you know…."

 

He stopped and wiped a tear away. "And you know about the

medals and promotion…. you are an officer now girl." He smiled

and tried to think of something else to say but nothing came to

mind, "I gotta go," he said looking at the time and trying not to

look at the burnt face behind the tubes, as the machine sucked

in and out.

 

"since you've no next of kin, no one will, you know…. turn

you off. And apparently they are moving you to a nice green

planet. They've got plenty of room and really good facilities

they've got plenty of room and really good facilities. So they

are going to leave you hooked up just encase…"

 

He wished now he hadn't finished the bottle. He could use a

little taste. He took her hand one last time. "Thanks for rigging up

subsection twenty." He nodded at her, one soldier to another.

"I know it saved your ass too. But it still saved mine." He nodded

again hoping she wuld do the thing with grabbing his hand, but

there was no response. "Well, bye, Annie Elgars." He lent down and

kissed her on bandage rapped around her forehead, "take care."

Finally, he turned and left the room. Behind him it was silent except

for the suck and whir of the machines.

 

-=-

 

Eng Log

 

Sergeant David Hackworth (NCP)

1st Platoon Sergeant

1st Battalion, 1st TF Expeditionary Force

 

&

 

Lieutenant Annie Elgars (NCP)

Status: Wounded in combat, permanent coma


[USS Chimera] SD: 240811.21 Joint Personal Log ALtJg. Kroitzer & Ensign Hopeler(NPC)

=/\= SB 234 - Unity =/\=

Mimi was determined to make their night out for who knew how long a
great one. She pushed her concerns to the back of her mind and left
them there to chill out. The steak dinners had been delicious and
Gustav was entertaining as always. As they finished up their shared
dessert of triple chocolate fudge cake; Mimi suggested, "Let's go
dancing... please?" Her eyes sparkled like a blue flame in the
candlelight as she waited for his reply.

Gustav wasn't much of a dancer and Mimi knew this but after a night
like this he couldn't refuse her request "If that is what you'd like
dear" he said while lightly taking Mimi's hand in his and leading her
up to the dance floor.

She beamed at him for his efforts because she knew he didn't like to
dance much. He always said it was because he wasn't very good, but at
least he didn't step on her feet and he could keep rhythm.... that's
more than many others could do. She laid her head on his shoulder and
let him sort of sway and step their way around the room to the music
of the orchestra.

As they made there way around the dance floor Gustav couldn't help but
notice the eyes that were on them both, he felt nervous as he thought
they were probably criticising his dancing but he didn't care to much
as he was there with the woman that he loved making her happy.

She sensed him tense up a bit and moved her head so that she could
place a small kiss on his neck just above the collar of his shirt.
"Sweetie, how about a walk through the arboretum instead?"

Not wanting to sound to eager t leave the dance floor all Gustav said
was "please".

Mimi couldn't help the small giggle at his response, but grabbed his
hand and lead him off the dance floor.

Once in the arboretum Gustav relaxed again, gently putting his arm
around Mimi's waist  they both started walking through the greenery
taking in the flowers and other assorted plants, picking a rose from
one of the bushes that they passed Gustav handed it to Mimi, not
saying a word he leaned down and kissed her gently but passionately on
the lips.

The soft lighting of the arboretum was romantic and the fragrance from
the flowers was intoxicating. She leaned further into his embrace as
her arms came around his neck. She held the flower in one hand almost
crushing it while the fingers on her other hand played with the hair
at the nape of his neck.

After the kiss had finished Gustav looked deep into her blue eyes
Gustav said "I love you Mimi" while pulling out a box from his pocket,
he opened it to reveal a delicate diamond and gold necklace nestled in
the felt lined box.

"You... I.... its beautiful," her fingers trembled as they traced the
chain. "I don't need this," she started as she met his expectant gaze.
She brushed her fingers through the hair at his temple whispering,
"Love you."

"I know you don't need it, but I wanted to give you this before I left
for the new Chimera" Gustav said smiling at Mimi while taking the
necklace from the box.

He put the necklace on her and the diamond twinkle against the black
dress like a star in the night sky. She smiled and a tear slid down
her cheek as she stood on tip toe and brushed her lips over his.

Gustav kissed Mimi back them brushed her tear away with the back of
his finger "I don't want this night to end but I think we should be
heading back, I've an early transport to catch" he said with regret in
his voice.

Too choked up to say anything Mimi nodded and rested her head on his shoulder again as they walked back through arboretum to their quarters.  She smiled enjoying the warmth of him holding her close as they went. 
 
=/\= End Log =/\=
 
ALtJg. Gustav Kroitzer
Deputy Chief Engineering Officer
&
Ensign Mimi Hopeler
Jr. Counselor  NPC by Jass
 
USS Chimera-C (still waiting)



[USS Chimera] SD: 240811.21 Duty Log Cmdr. Wellington

=/\= SB 234 - Unity - Temporary Quarters =/\=
Athena entered the small living space that she'd been assigned to use and tossed the medication that the doctor had given her on the stand by the door.  Other than a bit of bruising; the gash on her left temple had been repaired.  She dropped into a chair and pulled her feet up to rest on the chair's edge.  She rubbed a finger over the bridge of her nose in the hopes of easing the pounding in her head.
 
{One department tells you to rest: while the other practically drive you insane with question.}  She sighed as she placed her feet on the floor and stood.  She went to the small desk and accessed the required programs on the small console there.  {I'll do these last two reports and then a nap.}
 
    Subject:  Commander Lernen Harbright
    Status:  Fit for Duty
 
Although the commander could benefit from a few more counseling sessions, he is Fit for Duty.  He pours his energies into his job enough to let it be his sole focus.  I would say that he is only a danger to himself, but not enough so to effect his abilities.
 
    Subject:  Rat'Tel Snacdok  - Med Tech
    Status:  Unfit for Duty
 
Further assessment of Mr. Snacdok indicates he needs to be placed in the psychiatric ward and listed as a danger to himself and others.  He exhibits all the signs of Post Traumatic Stress.  His recent as well as distant background needs to be checked; looking for a point when he may have been tortured.
 
 
Athena signed and sent in her reports.  She requested that all light sources be eliminated from the room.  She stood for several minutes in silence while her eyes adjusted to the darkness.  She started off in the direction of the bed; seeking a nap that she hoped would eliminate the aching in her head.  She stripped off her uniform and folded it into a neat stack on the floor.  She crawled on the bed and closed her eyes; unfortunately her mind didn't switch off as easily.
 
=/\= End Log =/\=
 
Cmdr. Athena Wellington
Chief Counselor
( In Limbo)



[USS Chimera] SD:240811.21 Duty Log, Act. Lt JG Gustav Kroitzer

"Paul Howorth" <palsh963@gmail.com> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:

=/\= Chimera – C – Main Engineering =/\=

It had been 6 days since Gustav arrived on the new Chimera to help
with the finishings, 6 long days with maybe 5 hours of sleep between
sifts, he needed everything to be perfect on the ship before he handed
over the proverbial keys to the Captain.

The transporters were sorted within the first two days, something
about faulty relays as well badly aligned targeting sensors, he let
the engineers work on that by themselves with minimum input from
himself, all he did with them was sign off on the requisition forms
and watch the testing making sure everything worked.

The Tractor beam was another matter altogether, when Commander
Ohmsford said that it didn't work he wasn't telling the whole truth,
the damned thing was still in it packing crates and needed to be
fitted from scratch, yet again Gustav let the engineers do most the
work themselves while he worked on the warp drive, it was slow going
at first but once the transporter teams had finished he reassigned
them to getting the tractor beam operational, that was successfully
tested just few hours ago with Gustav signing off on that.

Gustav's main concern though was the warp drive in the first 3 days of
working on it Guilder, Vah'toth and himself had only managed to bring
the top speed up to warp 7.6, still well below what was needed,
Commander Guilder had managed to get the warp field more than stable
for maximum warp by the problems seemed to lay with the drive itself.

By the 5th day Gustav was wiped and ready to through a hydrospanner at
the core when Vah'toth and Guilder approached him with readouts form
simulations and tests on the antimatter injectors as well as the
stability of the dilithium matrix, it turned out that there was an
inherent flaw in the injectors and the matrix was becoming unstable at
high warp.

The injectors were easy to fix but Vah'toth had other plans, she had
plans for some experimental injector assemblies with her that would
work well with the Chimera's drive system, Gustav gave the green light
to manufacture them and he helped install the new injectors.

While Gustav and lieutenant Vah'toth were working on the anti matter
injectors Guilder was busy removing the offending algorithms in the
program that monitored and compensated for power fluctuations within
the core, like Vah'toth Julian had been working on some experimental
warp software and she incorporated some of what she had been working
on into the new monitoring program, she also reinstalled uncorrupted
versions of the old algorithms just in case the new ones didn't work.

After all the work had been completed with a steaming mug of coffee
that was strong enough to use as paint stripper all three started a
new warp simulation inputting the data from the new software and
hardware that was installed.

Looking at the simulation readout on the warp drive Gustav was finally
satisfied that ship would be able to go at the speed that the ship
should go but the Chimera would also be able to reach that speed using
15% less power than it should this was done by Vah'toth incorporating
the new injector assembly deigns meant for the next generation of
starships, as well as the new algorithms that monitored the stability
of the dilithium matrix within the core.

Happy with the results Gustav contacted Bren over the comms.

=/\= End Log =/\=

Act. Lieutenant JG Gustav Kroitzer
Deputy Chief Engineering Officer
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

&

Cmdr Julian Guilder
Warp Field Specialist
SB Bragg
(NPC) by Gutz

&

Lt Vah'toth
Warp Core Specialist
SB Bragg
(NPC) by Gutz