[USS Chimera] SD: 240812.20 Joint Log, Cmdr. Athena Wellington/MCapt. Anya Xerxes, CCON/FOpsCO

 

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[Pilot's Lounge, Deck 14, USS Chimera-C]
 
Seated on one of the comfortable couches Anya was reading over the initial performance reports of the Lancer Squadron's first sortie.  She took a sip of her coffee and looked up at the sound of the door opening.  Upon seeing who it was she grinned and quipped "I hear you made a personal inspection tour of the jeffries tubes...you know you really should leave those sort of tasks to engineering."
 
She examined the room closely and the woman that spoke to her, but she had no idea where she was or what the other woman was talking about or who the younger woman was.
 
"Want some coffee?  It's almost passable since one of my more ingenious technicians fixed the replicator in here." Anya offered.
 
{Coffee.... do I like coffee.}  She gently rubbed the sore spot at the back of her head, but winced anyway at the pain that seemed to explode through her head.  She sat down in the closest chair and nodded her agreement to the coffee. It  was another unfortunate move that made her close her eyes against the pain.  {Be careful} was a remembered phrase that went through her head.

 

Anya collected Athena coffee from the replicator and carried it over to her. "So how did the Captain's inspection of your department go?  Mines was okay but I did get a warning about playing nice with others."

 

{She had to be warned to play nice... she seems friendly enough.}  "I'm sure it went well," She tried for answer as she tried to figure out what was going on.  She accepted the coffee and gave it a sniff before drinking it.  {Smells good...}  She took a sip {Ohhhhh... gross.... ummmm.}  She looked around her and noticing the potted plant near by spit what was in her mouth there. 

 

"What you don't know how it went?  Hmm I suppose it could have been when you were crawling around the jeffries tubes but surely you must have heard something by now about it?" Anya said.

 

The movements to get rid of the foul beverage were quick and made her feel more than a bit unbalanced and quite dizzy.  Her left hand went to her forehead & her right reach out for something more stable to balance her.

 

"Are you alright you don't look all that steady?  What happened to you?  Gods getting injured during a shakedown cruise its a wonder your fiance lets you leave the house!" Anya asked becoming a little concerned.

 

She furrowed her brow and repeated the one word that she seemed to gravitate to, "Fiance?"  {Be careful... why do I keep think that?} She patted the chair as she moved to slide into it.

 

"You know General Viktor Ivanov, Hybrid Assassin, practically runs the Erassian Alliance Military?  As you don't seem to remember that you've either been eating some strange mushrooms or you've hit your head pretty hard.  Sit down and I'll take a look at it."  Anya gestured to the couch.

 

"I'm good here," she replied almost too quickly.  {Just stay where you are} she thought as she said, "He sounds intriguing."

 

"Well I can tell you all about him if you sit down and let me check your head."  Anya moved towards Athena to check her or force her to sit down.

 

"I think I have an appointment, She said as she began to sit up hoping to stay on her feet this time.  She touched the back of her head again as she did so, coming away with slightly red tinged fingers.

 

Anya noticed the blood on Athena's fingertips "Okay this time you sit or I'll make you sit with a phaser set to stun."

 

::TAPS:: Xerxes to sickbay. Send a medic down to the Pilots Lounge on Deck 14 please.  Subject has minor head trauma. ::TAPS::

 

Looking at her fingers all she could do was slowly lower herself back down into the seat.

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Commander Athena Wellington
Chief Couselor
USS Chimera - C
 
Marine Captain Anya Xerxes
Flight Ops CO
USS Chimera - C

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[USS Chimera] SD:240812.20 Joint Personal Log, Lt JG Gustav Kroitzer & NPC Mimi Hopeler

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

=/\= Main Engineering - Deck 16 - USS Chimera-C =/\=

Gustav was working on some mundane task that had been assigned to him
for the time being, it was something to do with testing the power
output levels on the replicator systems that Lt Cmdr Scardona had
assigned him after the inspection of engineering, it was meant to be a
slight punishment for him not letting the CEO answer any of the
Captain's questions and to try and reign in some of Gustav's
enthusiasm, he was just about done when Lt JG Alan Walker buzzed him
on the Comm.

+taps+ Walker to Kroitzer

+taps+ Kroitzer here… how can I help you Lieutenant

+taps+ Mimi's had a mishap and I think you should meet me and her at sickbay

+taps+ I'll be right there ASAP Lieutenant…. and Lieutenant thank you,
Kroitzer out

Gustav informed Lt Cmdr Scardona what had happened to Mimi and
requested to be able to leave his post and head to the infirmary that
he promptly agreed on, at that Gustav legged it to the nearest
turbolift.

As Kroitzer approached the infirmary he saw Alan standing waiting on
him to arrive.

Alan took a deep breath letting it out slowly as he said, "We just got
here and.... well.... uumm... Gustav ... she was unconscious when I
found her and still is. I'm sorry man."

"It's ok Alan… I'm just glad that someone found her " Gustav said
impatient to get into the infirmary, adding "I'll take it from here…
your free to return to your duties"

Alan gave a curt nod and went on his way.

Walking into the infirmary Gustav was very apprehensive, he found an
AMO to find out what happened to Mimi but she didn't know and politely
asked him to take a seat and someone will be out to explain the
situation as soon as possible.

A nurse approached Gustav and asked, "Your here about that young
counsellor aren't you?"

"Yes, what's happened… is she ok… where is she" he asked in quick
succession only giving the nurse time to answer the last question.

"We decided to put her in a private room... This way," she said as she
motioned for Gustav to follow her.

Gustav followed, thinking about the "picnic" they shared in
engineering and he wondered if it was something there that caused Mimi
to collapse but quickly dismissed that thought as all hazardous
materials are kept sealed away.

Readouts began to show up on the biobed read out as they entered the
room, "The doctor assigned to this case will be in shortly, but there
isn't any reason that Ensign Hopeler shouldn't see a friendly face
first is she should regain consciousness."

Entering the room Gustav looked at the unconscious body of Mimi on the
biobed in front of him he felt dread and helplessness, he looked at
the nurse and said "Thank you".

He took a seat next to Mimi's bed and gently took hold of her hand and
brought it up to his face kissing the soft skin on the back of her
hand wishing she would wake up and everything would be alright.

Feeling something warm Mimi turned toward that direction and made a
concerted effort to open her eyes. She blinked two or three times in
rapid succession before her eyes finally came open if only just a bit.

Noticing that Mimi was regaining consciousness Gustav signalled the
fact to a passing nurse who then in turn must have signalled the cases
doctor.

Turning back to Mimi Gustav asked softly "how are you feeling"

"Odd," Mimi answered as she drew her eyebrows together as if feeling
some discomfort.

=/\= End Log =/\=

LtJg. Gustav Kroitzer
DCEO

&
Ensign Mimi Hopeler
Jr. Counselor
NPC by:Jass

USS Chimera-C

[USS Chimera] SD: 240812.20 || Squadron Inspection JL ||

 

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[Hangar Bay 1 - Deck 14 - USS Chimera-C] 
 
Captain Rojac went to the Hangar Bay early. He knew Captain Xerxes would be prepping for a full day of test flights and evaluations, and he wanted to catch her before she left. The Hangar Bay was not a peaceful place. The roar of maintenance equipment, impulse drive and warp engines assaulted the ear as soon as the corridor doors slid aside. 
 
He walked around with a grimace, a sign of his distaste for the loud racket, but he bore through it. It was a necessity of having a squadron aboard, especially the most advanced squadron in the fleet. If he had to deal with the noise pollution in order to gain the tactical advantages of having a flight of Lancers aboard, then so be it. 
 
After walking past one docked fighter with an interesting tiger striped color scheme, Rojac spotted the marine Captain conversing with an Engineering crewman assigned to the Hangar Bay. it appeared that she noticed him too, as she started walking in his direction. 
 

"Good Morning Captain. Here for the grand tour of our little complex? I suppose it's as much to get me able to learn my way around as it is yourself. Well we may as well start in here. Okay Hanger Bay One is the home of the AX-02 Lancer Squadron and my Office over there. As you can see the engineers over there are marking out the area for the first of the eight electromagnetic launch catapults. I estimate the whole lot will probably take around a month to complete assuming no interruptions from a Romulan battle fleet…not much chance of that though. If you follow me I'll show you the behind the scenes area's next." Anya led the way out of the Hanger Bay into the corridor.
 
Rojac followed with his hands held tightly behind his back, Captain Xerxes leading the way like a trained tour guide. She knew her department well, and didn't mind showing her creations off.
 
Anya led the way into a side room where there was a few couches and a large table at the front of the room. "This room doubles as the Pilot's Lounge and the Briefing Room. And just through that door, there is a small room with a few bunks for pilots if they have to sit alert; it's quicker to get to the hangar from here than their own quarters. I wouldn't chance the replicator; quite yet anyway."
 
Rojac chuckled. "Yes. Operations ensures me that they're on that, but I'll be going to the mess for a while, for anything other than drinks."
 
Anya walked back into the corridor and walked a little bit towards the centre of the ship. "On the right we have the small Personal Weapons Armoury beyond that door and beyond the other we have the Spare Parts Storage Room and on the right we have the Missile and Torpedo Armoury. I doubt I need to tell you why those are kept away from the hull. Right on towards Hangar Bay Two now."
 
Rojac nodded. As a former tactical officer, he had much experience dealing with torpedos and explosive munitions. He knew all to well about the dangers of keeping them too close to the bulkhead.
 
Anya took him towards Hangar Bay Two but stopped outside a door "Access Code Xerxes Delta 1471 Epsilon." As the door opened Anya led the way in. "This is our small Research and Development Lab where new parts and munitions for the fighters will be developed. First on the agenda in here is a Stand Off Dispenser which is primarily for the Shadows if they ever take on Close Air Support missions for ground troops. We're looking at a micro-missile version of it as well for the Lancers."
 
"Very interesting." Rojac said. The room was about the same size as one of the tactical labs, with large diagnostic readouts on the three fighter types aboard. He wondered if Lt Ra-Zerphimi had offered to designate a few of his science crew to aide in the Fighter Department's research.
 
Anya led the Captain into Hangar Bay Two. "Hangar Bay Two as you can see is currently only home to our flight of Z-105 Shadows over there and the most expensive and technologically advanced fighter in the unit the I-210 Amaterasu. Is there anything you wanted to ask me about the Unit or the facilities Captain?"
 
"How is the arrangement with your technicians working out, Captain? Are their still any teething pains?" Rojac asked. He knew through the grapevine that Xerxes wasn't happy about having members from another department stationed in her realm, but he wanted to assure her that they answered directly to her first.

"For day to day running it's fine but the real problem arises when the tides against us so to speak.  When Chimera has taken a beating and is either badly damaged or immobilised and as advanced as this ship is it will happen.  You know as well as I do what kind of odds we are up against with the Romulans.  In that kind of situations it is more vital than ever for the technicians to keep the fighters in the air or space as is the case.  The Fighter Squadron is the first line of defence for Chimera and the ship's only real first strike capability; as such it is imperative that our techs aren't pulled away to fix dings in the hull or mend power relays whatever the case may be at the time.  Our ATC's are from the Ops Department, we can spare them if needs be as the Amaterasu can do their jobs for them.  Our Armourers are from the Tactical Department and it's very unlikely they would be needed elsewhere but again we can spare them.  The only ones we cant do without are our mechanics and deck crew because without them we cant fly and all those come under Engineering."  Anya stopped aware that if she carried on her argument would degenerate into a rant.

 

"It is my understanding, Captain, that the technicians assigned here in the hangars are specialized in this field of work. They will remain here, Commander Scardona has enough people at his disposal." Rojac said. "But one thing concerns me, Captain. I know fighter pilots are notorious for their egos, but you won't let something as trivial as pride come between your cooperation and camaraderie with the rest of the crew, will you? We're all on the same team, Captain."

"No offence Captain but specialisation doesn't seem to matter much in Starfleet.  Do you remember what I said about the Carrier Hindenburg being used to guard Bragg 6 months ago?  If you dont I said 'It's like using an Aircraft Carrier to guard an Airfield...What's the point?'. 6 months later where is the Hindenburg?  Of course it's guarding a Starbase which currently contains 5 squadrons and pretty decent ones in my book too.  Starfleet needs to learn to use fighters as an offensive weapon and I hope you're the first Captain to get the results by doing so."  Anya allowed a brief pause before going on.  "I'm as succeptable to my pride as any other pilot to tell the truth but whilst we fighter pilots may be egotistical we're not stupid...well most of us anyway.  I'm not going to put my people at risk though or those on the ship for the sake of having my ego stroked.  Besides I get along well enough with most of the other Department Heads anyway.  I'm friends with Athena as you know, I'm on good terms with the Tactical Department having worked with them for the past year, I haven't had any problems with Ops before and I hear the new chief isn't fond of Commander Harbright...we'll get along fine and I got along well with Commander Rodgers and am currently coordinating with his protege Kroitzer.  I can't say I'm overjoyed about the amount of things that Commander Summers knows about me but she seems nice enough, Leftenant Ra-Zerphimi seems okay too when I was arranging for Science personnel to help with the R+D Lab, terrible flirt but then again not any worse than some of my pilots the only one I don't know any substantial information about is Lieutenant Commander Scardona."

 

"He's a good officer." Rojac offered. "I served with him on the Dark horizon project. He's a highly competent and experienced special forces engineer. He Knows what he's doing, and can be trusted. A little less friendly than Rick was, but probably just as good in his own right."

Rojac sighed and looked around for a moment, placing his hands on his hips. "It all checks out, Captain." Rojac said, finally. "Let me know if you experience any problems. Good luck flying today, I hope you find your team adequate; I don't know when we'll be reporting back to base."

Anya grinned "Thank you Captain if they don't come up to scratch I'll start issuing live ammunition...for motivational purposes."

 

 

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Captain Cropa Rojac

CO

USS Chimera - C

 

Marine Captain Anya Xerxes

Flight Ops CO

USS Chimera - C

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[USS Chimera] SD 240812.19 || Engineering Inspection JL ||

[Main Engineering (Lower Level) - Deck 16 - USS Chimera-C]

Captain Rojac walked casually through the doors into the organized
chaos that was engineering. Officer's rushed to and fro form console
to console, and conduit to conduit; apparently oblivious to the sudden
appearance of the red collared commanding officer who had infiltrated
their hallowed territory. Rojac kept his demeanour stark and cold,
calmly taking in the readouts he observed on the screen all the while
listening to the steady thrum of the large warp engine in the rear of
the room. He walked up to it and rested his hands on the railing for a
closer inspection of the ships heart and sole.

Gustav was busy finalising the plans that Marine Captain Xerxes had
requested for the new EM launch systems in the hanger bays, it had
taken a few days to finish them mostly because of the experimental
system to boost there launch power by using the fighters warp cores,
for the details he needed to incorporate this he needed to go though
huge amounts of red tape and dace through more than a few hoops, no
official numbers or stats just detailed blueprints with all of the
warp systems not necessary for the hook up blanked out.

Gustav had just sent the plans away to Xerxes for her final approval
as well as the CEO Lt Commander Curtis Scardona when he noticed
Captain Rojac standing over a console seeing that no one else had
reacted to his presence Gustav yelled over the noise in engineering
"Captain on deck" at that everyone stopped what they were doing at if
it was possible they stood to attention.

Rojac quickly turned from the console in front of the warp core as
Kroitzer's announcement echoed throughout the cavernous room. Feeling
the eyes of all the engineers on deck; Rojac calmly stood erect, and
tugged at the bottom of his tunic to straighten it out. He snapped a
quick and broad salute, "As you were. Lieutenant Kroitzer, if you will
join me please."

"Aye sir" Gustav said while following the Captain.

Rojac stopped in front of a console detailing the antideuterium flow
into the intake valve. "I'm not familiar with this distribution
pattern in the antideuterium dispersion ratio. Does this improve the
reaction quality and boost efficiency?"

"Aye sir, it does" Gustav said always a little surprised when someone
other than an engineer notices small details like distribution
patters.

"Impressive calculations. Who's formula is this?" Rojac asked.

"They were Cmdr Julian Guilder's calculations Sir" Gustav answered,
elaborating further he added "she was a warp field specialist on loan
from Starbase Bragg R+D the algorithms are experimental and are meant
for the next generation of star ship but the commander thought this
would be a good test for them"

"And it appears it is." Rojac said. "Ah, look. Here comes the Commander now."

Curtis was monitoring the warp core's energy output when he heard
Kroitzer announce Rojac's presence. The rest of the team stood at
attention until the Captain waived them off. As he huddled with
Kroitzer, Curtis approached the two of them, ready to give a report to
Chimera's commanding officer.

"Sir, welcome to Main Engineering. I was just about to send you a
report on the transporter systems, but since you're here now, I may as
well just give you an update. We're almost finished with the
diagnostic, and they should be up and running in about six hours. As
for the rest of the ship...well, she's running like a dream,
sir...shockingly."

The fact that brand new ships left drydock full of bugs and system
errors was almost a universal constant. However, the Chimera was
running unusually well. If he didn't know better, he would've thought
that it had already been through a shakedown cruise already.

Gustav didn't know if Scardona knew that the main reason for there
being so few problems were because both Lt Reese and himself were sent
along to prepare the ship prior to her arrival at UNITY, so he thought
he might mention it to his CEO "well sir, that might have something to
do with Lt Reese and myself, we were sent ahead to get the ship up to
spec before her arrival at Starbase UNITY, we also spent some of the
journey time to UNITY fine tuning things".

"Well then, Lieutenant, will attribute the ease of this ship to you
and the Operations Chief's foresight." Rojac smiled. "Commander, good
work on the transporters, but I believe Commander Summers is under the
impression that you would be finished with them sooner. Please update
her as well so that she may reschedule her test of the system."

Scardona nodded, silently wondering how the Commander could have been misinformed over such a fact. He wasn't keeping the status of his repairs a secret, after all. He made a mental note to get to the bottom of that issue once things settled down.

"Warp output seems to be optimal gentlemen. How is the impulse drive
fairing?" Rojac asked as he strode over to the "workbench" in the
center of the main work area of the room.

Gustav stood on the other side of the work bench and brought up the
readouts for the impulse drive so they displayed on both sides of the
bench "the impulse drive is working at 97% efficiency…. well within
guidelines but I'm going to start work to get that higher if I can"
Gustav said he then turned to Lt Commander Scardona and asked "If you
will let me that is Sir" he knew Rick wouldn't have a problem with
Gustav going off and doing work on his own but he didn't know if his
new CEO would have a problem with it.

Curtis just nodded, both impressed and annoyed with his new deputy's eagerness. The man was certainly capable,but he still had a lot to learn and it appeared that he was having a slight issue with the chain of command. He would have to have a conversation with Kroitzer about that when the time arose.

"Very well." Rojac crossed his arms. "That gets manoeuvrability out of
the way. What about the deflector and the shield grid? How are those
performing, gentlemen?"

"Both operating at above stated peak efficiency Sir" Gustav said
proudly, the only concern he had was in his enthusiasm he was
answering all of the Captains questions before Scardona had a chance
to.

Having been cut off at the pass again, Scardona decided it would probably be best to have Kroitzer do something productive while he escorted the Captain on the rest of the inspection. However, with the Captain present, he didn't want to anything to embarrass Kroitzer. This would be a conversation for later.

"The deflector is operating at peak efficiency. However, I'm not satisfied with the shield grid. It's performing at acceptable levels, but there's a small power distrubution imbalance...an EPS issue. We're working on it."

"An EPS issue." Rojac nodded. "Perhaps we haven't worked out ALL those production kinks yet, Mr. Kroitzer. Commander, tell me about the cloaking system. Does the EPS distribution problem effect it as well?" He checked his chronometer. "the cloak test is scheduled thirty minutes from now, I want to know of potential problems beforehand."

Curtis brought up a detailed schematic of the EPS on the workbench. He ran a few scenarios through his head, then nodded, almost certain he would be able to bypass the offending EPS relay successfully before the test of the cloak.

"It shouldn't be an issue, sir. I'm going to have to take the faulty EPS relay off-line anyway, so power will be re-routed to an auxiliary system. The tests won't be affected."

"Very well. Keep me posted, Gentlemen." Rojac held his arms behind his back as he gazed at the warp engine once more. "This was most beneficial, but I can take the rest of it from here. As you were; I'm going to stroll around for a bit."

Curtis nodded his acknowledgment, and went over to his office to assign one of the techs to take charge and spearhead the resolution of the EPS issue.

[End Log]

Captain Cropa Rojac

Commanding Officer

LtCommander Curtis Scardona

Chief Engineering Officer

Lieutenant JG Gustav Kroitzer

Deputy Chief Engineer

USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

[USS Chimera] SD 240812.19 || JL || Capt Rojac (CO) & Cmdr Wellington (CC) ||

=/\= Captain's Ready Room =/\=

Athena took a deep breath, this was the last evaluation that she or Mimi had to do and she figured that the department head should do it, and pushed the chime.  She waited for the inevitable "enter" and went in upon hearing it.

 

Rojac didn't bother looking up as the doors slid aside to let the petitioner in. He was reading up on the targeting sensor diagnostic, and was not very pleased with the results from the shakedown test.

 

"Sir," Athena started and waited until the captain looked up from the padd he was reviewing, "I've waited as long as I could knowing that you must be very busy; but I must give you your evaluation now."  She stood by a chair waiting to see if he had the time for the brain picking now or not.

 

"Damn." Rojac said, sliding open a drawer and placing the padd inside to clear his desk. "I thought you had forgotten." He pressed a button on the side of his desk, and the images on the desktop faded into blackness. "Oh well." He smiled. "Let's get down to business, Athena. Would you like a drink from the replicator?"

"A glass of water.  And forgetting to do an evaluation isn't likely; especially when my boss ordered me to make sure that everyone was completed

Rojac swiveled his chair toward the cubby where the device manufactured the requested beverages. He retrieved them and swiveled back toward the desk. "Where shall we begin, counselor?"

"How about how the crew and seem to be performing," she asked.

"The senior staff is performing just fine." Rojac said, taking time to recline into a more comfortable position in the soft leather of his chair. "Though I'm worried about the high levels of new recruits. Forty-five percent of our crew has never seen battle before, they're fresh out of SSF training and the academy. I know you learn a lot at the academy, but nothing truly prepares one for true battle." 

Rojac sighed. "Do you know what I mean, Athena?"

"Probably more so than I'd like to admit to," she responded taking a sip of water afterwards.  "Are you concerned that the Chimera would be passed over for important assignments because of all the new recruits or just that they will freeze when you need them to perform at their best?"

 

"More the latter than the former. With the Chimera being the Commodore's former command and the flagship of the taskforce, I do not think we will be given posh assignments." Rojac replied. "Because we needed a new ship, and its been six months since the start of the war, all of the experienced personnel have already been reassigned to the front lines. I had to fight to maintain much of the senior staff."

Athena nodded and remained silent for a moment or two longer then suggested, "What about giving the crew  a drill.... one preferably that only the senior staff knows about so that you can see how your much younger crew will react?"

 

"I suppose its a possibility. But it would have to wait until after the shakedown cruise is completed." Rojac replied. "But that's another matter. Am I fit for duty, Counselor?"

"Did you have any doubts," she asked not really answering the question.

 

"Isn't it healthy to have doubts, Commander? To keep one grounded to reality?" He smirked slightly. "What's your next question?"

"Yes its normal and healthy to have some doubts... except perhaps when talking about your own sanity."  She paused and smiled waiting just a little longer than necessary to see if he would squirm under the scrutiny.  She took a swallow of her water while still keeping the eye to eye contact; and then said, "Actually, I've watched you in action and Find you quite competent for duty and I'd like to thank you for your help with security.... not that a good strip search couldn't be fun, but I wasn't in the mood just then."

 

Rojac had to laugh. "You always did tend to gravitate to the security officers. First Cortez, now Viktor." He chuckled some more. "At least Viktor hasn't held you at spear point acting like a caveman... yet anyways."

Athena raised an eyebrow but didn't indicate one way or the other whether Viktor had any caveman tendencies or not.

"Back to that incident with security, Athena." Rojac said, his face taking a more serious expression. "It appears that their concern was legitimate. The Judge Advocate department put a standing order to restrict your access voicing classified security concerns."

"So, I'm assigned to a ship that according to security concerns I shouldn't know about or any mission that might come along?"

"You'll have to take up specific questions with Major Varis on UNITY, but for the time being I've granted you pardon and have overridden the lockouts aboard the Chimera. You can access the ship's data, but your communications off ship will more than likely be strictly monitored. And their restricting your access to only Chimera personnel files."

"Perhaps I should step aside and let my Junior officer take over.  If personnel files are all I'll have access to than I most likely won't be very helpful during any missions,"  She paused and thought about how she wanted to word what was to come next.  "Perhaps a vow of silence would be a smart move," is what she finally decided on.

"Don't worry too much, Commander." Rojac consoled her. "They're probably still a little edgy about your relationship with Viktor. Though, I think the state department would be ecstatic to have a close tie with a high Erassian official..." He cut himself off. "Ah, it's not my job. My job is here on this ship." He paused. "Is there anything else, counselor?"

"No, Nothing else," she stated, but the look on her face clearly showed that she was thinking about something.  {Apparently my job is to be  no where} Athena thought as she stood up.  "Thank you for your time, I'll review the last reports and send you a report on the mental status of the crew," She ended formally.

 

"I will see you soon, Commander. You are dismissed." 

[End Log]

Captain Cropa Rojac

Commanding Officer

Commander Athena Wellington

Chief Counsellor

USS Chimera NCC 96899-C 

[USS Chimera] SD 240812.19 || Medical Inspection Jl || Capt Rojac (CO) & Cmdr Summers (CMO/1TF Med) ||

[Main Sickbay - Deck 11 - USS Chimera-C]

Captain Cropa Rojac stood in the metallic hallway, just
before the frosted sliding glass doors that served as the
entrance to the Chimera's sickbay. He knew he was about to
make several of his crew rather uncomfortable with his
sudden and unannounced appearance,  so he wanted to look the
intimidating part. He furrowed his brow, straightened his
tunic, and tapped the sidearm on his waist. Yes, he thought,
this will do.

He stepped forward as the doors slid apart with their airy
sigh. He quickly recognized the nurse at the reception desk.
"Lieutenant Flemming, could you please summon Commander
Summers for me? I'm here for my tour."

Lucy, busy working on the final edition of the nursing rotas
looked up in surprise to see the Captain striding towards
her and stood up quickly.

"Certainly Sir." she replied, side stepping the desk." The
Commander is in her office...may I show you the way?"

"You may."

Lucy led the way towards the CMO's office which was a
relatively short distance but caught the eye of a young
medtech as they passed the entrance to one of the labs. The
medtech stood to attention as Rojac passed, but by the time
Lucy said " In here captain" as she stood aside outside
Rangi's office, word was already spreading like wildfire
throughout sickbay that the Captain was here.

Rojac waited patiently with his hands held behind his back
while the head nurse pressed the chime.

"Come in" Rangi called when the chime sounded and hurriedly
stood up when the door slid back to reveal Rojac.

"Commander." Rojac nodded as he passed through the
threshold. "I hope I did not come at a bad time. How is your
department fairing?"

"It's fairing very well Sir." Rangi replied. "...and I'm
pleased to confirm that the transporter system has been
fully tested and is totally operational. I have a full
report for you...would you like to go over it here or
perhaps see things for yourself?"

"Here is fine, Commander. I've done plenty of walking
today." He smiled. Visiting every department on the ship had
made his legs rather tired; and he still had yet to report
to the bridge to ask Natalia how things were going there.

"Very well." Rangi replied and added :" Shall we sit down?"

"Sure." Rojac replied before taking the chair opposite the
good doctor's.

"I've forwarded the full report to you, Sir, but if you would
like to peruse this then I can answer any questions that you
have."

She switched on the  desktop terminal, accessed the
information she chose and leaned back slightly so he could
read it unhindered.

"Looks good so far. Mr. Scardona's comments this morning had
me worried about it. He was under the impression it was
going to take a little more fine tuning." Rojac said.
"Though with cellular degradation levels at that percentile

I don't think we should be transporting any more than two at
a time until the fine tuning is complete. Don't you, Commander?"

Rangi scrolled down to highlight the paragraphs outlining
the outcome of the morning's work.
"I agree." she said looking at Rojac "..as you see, that
recommendation has been made."
She gave him a moment or two to examine the report then
brought up another department.

"I was particularly pleased to see the surgical units are
fully operational now and the minor fault with the stasis
chambers has also been ironed out. There were temperature
fluctuations."
She pointed to the relevant passages in the text.

"Excellent." Rojac said, leaning forward with interest.
"What about the medical replicators, just in case we run
into another Charos VI scenario. Would we be able to mass
manufacture an antidote?"

"That shouldn't be a problem.." Rangi replied. "With our own
replicators plus those in the Science Department, we should
be able to cover ourselves in that eventuallity.Although
this Chimera is much smaller than the last she has ..as you
know...state of the art equipment here. It's a physicians
dream in many ways."
She smiled at Rojac.

"Good. And let us hope it is a Romulan nightmare." Rojac said, standing straight up. "This has been most beneficial, Commander. We'll have to do this again soon." He checked his chronometer. "I have another appointment pending, Thank you."

[End Log]

Captain Cropa Rojac

Commanding Officer

Commander Rangi Summers

Chief Medical Officer / 1TF Medical Advisor

USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

[USS Chimera] SD 240812.19 || Operations Inspection JL || Capt Rojac (CO) & 1Lt Reese (COps) ||

[Operations Control Center - Deck 12]

Rojac made the short walk from the Brig and Armory on the same deck to
the Operations Department Control Center for his inspection of that
department. He passed through the threshold into the busied interior
of the control center. The walls were lined with panels upon panels
describing the current status and power distribution throughout the
ship. There was a crewman monitoring the status of the computer
system, the holodecks, the power consuptions of different systems, the
replicators, and life support. Every operation throughout the ship had
to path through this room. If the bridge was the ship's brain, this
was the solar plexus.

Jade was in her office in the ODCC (Operations Department Control
Center) talking with the groups that she sent to help the engineers
with the transporters. +taps+ Ensign how is it going down there?
+taps+ Jade asked the Ensign in-charge of the operation team.

+taps+ It's going Lt, but it's still going to be awhile. +taps+ Ensign
said tapping a few things on the console she was working on.

+taps+ Alright keep me updated. +taps+ Jade said cutting the line when
she saw the CO walk into the ODCC.

Rojac turned around to regard the approaching marine officer. "At
ease." He called aloud, returning the Operation Chief's salute letting
the entire room get back to work as they had all stood at attention at
the Lieutenant's pronouncement. "It's good to see you, Lieutenant.
Would you care to show me around?"

"Of course Captain." Jade said smiling glad to finally meet the
Captain under better circumstances, "so far we're still running
diagnostics and keeping an eye on the power consumptions making sure
everything is running smoothly." Jade said pointing to some of the
monitors.

"I also just spoke with the Ensign in charge of the team I sent down
to help with the transporters and he said it's still going to be
a while, but they're making progress." Jade said walking towards the

back part of the ODCC which housed some offices, a conference room for
any meetings that the department might need to have and some more
consoles and monitors.

"Yes, I've spoken to Engineering about that this morning, and they
concur with your report. LtCmdr Scardona says that major modifications
will be complete by this evening." Rojac said. "How are the crew
settling in to their accommodations, Lieutenant? Are you receiving
many complaints about replicator programs, furnishings, or scheduling
holodeck time?"

"From reports they're settling in fine some of the replicators are
giving us some problems, but I believe that's just because we've a lot
of people using them all at once." Jade said taking a second to sign
some orders to replicate some piece of equipment, "so we're working
setting up a better queue system and as for scheduling holodeck time I
was actually about to take a look at that. It'll probably be another
week until we've that settled and dealt with." Jade said knowing
holodeck time allows the crew to get some down time, but at the moment
there are more important things that needed her attention.

"Right." Rojac nodded. "As the old saying goes, there are bigger fish
to fry." He crossed his arms as he walked up behind an officer at a
panel, reading over the incoming data. "Engineering was talking about
a slight unbalance in the EPS power distribution system with the
shield and cloak systems, have you noticed the same phenomenon?"

Jade walked up the officer, "Ensign mind if I take a look." Jade said
more of a statement then a question. The ensign nodded and stood up,
so that COps could take a look at the screen, "to be honest this is
the first time I've been able to take a look at this today, but I'll
take a look at it and see what's going on." Jade said downloading the
information to her tablet.

"See if you can aid Commander Scardona in this area." Rojac said. "The
shield and cloak are vital systems in SSF operations. I don't think we
can afford to either one behaving erratically."

"Once I take a look at it and see what's going on I'll get in contact
with Commander Scardona to see what's he thinks is going on and we
can compare notes and come up with a solution to the problem." Jade
said smiling knowing that this now is another thing as a primary thing
that needs to get done.

"Excellent, Lieutenant." Rojac smiled. "That's what I like to hear." He stood up straight, pulling down on his tunic to straighten it out. "Your department looks great, Lieutenant Reese. I think you are settling in just fine." He crossed held out his hand to the marine officer for a handshake. "I will catch up with you later. If you need me, you know how to find me."

[End Log]

Captain Cropa Rojac

Commanding Officer

First Lieutenant Jade Reese

Chief Operations Officer

USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

[USS Chimera] SD: 240812.18 Personal Log Cmdr. Wellington

<<Athena's parts in this log take place after the coming JL with Rojac>>

 

=/\= The Quarters of Kroitzer/Hopeler =/\=

Mimi talked to herself as she busied herself with her preparations.  "I can't believe it we're living in the same place and Our schedules have been so totally off lately.  He's coming in after I'm asleep and I'm slipping out after he's asleep."  She pulled a basket from the bottom of her closet and found a nice plaid throw that they could spread out and sit on.  She placed it in the bottom of the basket and moved on to the next thing on her list.

 

"Chicken salad sandwiches," she continued to herself and placed them in the basket.  Dried apricots went into the basket next.  "Stupid stupid evaluations.... well ... maybe they aren't stupid; but this getting up early to evaluate those that work the opposite shift is for the birds," she complained to the room itself.  Champagne flutes with sparkling cider were next in the basket that was beginning to become quite full.  "Cider will have to due since we both have to work."  Chips and some cupcakes finished filling the basket.

 

=/\= Turbolift =/\= 

Athena walked into the lift and requested the desired floor.  The lift took off smoothly and then shortly into her ride it shuddered.  "Oh, Great," the senior counselor said in disgust.  She leaned against the back wall of the lift and tried to get in touch with an engineer, but it became painfully obvious that the engineer she was talking to was one of the new recruits that she and the captain had mentioned during their meeting.  "Ok," she started talking to the walls around her, "so, being stuck in a lift is low priority at this point and I might get helped in about four hours."   She looked up seeing the emergency escape {I guess we should check those out too.} 

 

=/\= A Quiet Spot in Engineering =/\=

"Gustav, it was really good of you to provide such interesting lighting for our lunch,"  Mimi said as she began to pick up the remnants from their picnic.  "I'm glad you like those cupcakes and I can't imagine where that last one disappeared," she mentioned as she packed the flutes into the basket.  {I bet he ate it.}   He helped her fold up the blanket and placed it in the basket before kissing her good bye and getting back to work.

 

As Mimi walked out she heard Gustav say quite loudly,"Cadet!"

 

A chocolate cherry cup cake with double fudge icing went flying at the cadet's surprise and no one knew where it ended up.

 

=/\=Meanwhile.... A Turbolift Shaft =/\=

Athena looked up and decide to get rid of her tunic.  {Climbing will be easier without that heavy bit of material.}  She took off the combadge and attached it to her tank top and then dropped the tunic back to the lift floor through the trap door.  She gave a jump catching the rung of the ladder closest to her and began her upward climb.  However, most of the openings it seemed for the floor were on the adjacent walls.  She'd climbed up about 7 or 8 feet until she reached a spot where she was even with what she felt was the first floor opening.  She tried to reach for it but wasn't tall enough.  She sighed and then took the small jump that was required and hoped she caught hold of the opening. 

 

Her right hand caught the opening while the left missed and she gasped as she struggled to get her left hand in place.  TINK.....TInk..... tink...  She looked down following the seemingly rapid decent of her com badge until she could no longer see it or hear it.  {I can't believe it fell right past the lift.}  She huffed and puffed as she pulled herself into the opening using her toes when necessary to help lift herself up.  She took a deep breath in as all of her body finally seemed to be on firm ground, but it was short lived as she sudden slide downward a few feet before hitting a plateau.  

 

=/\= Meanwhile.... Some place else ... A Corridor =/\=

{I don't think eating two of those cup cakes where good for me} Mimi thought as she walked down the corridor.  {I feel a bit off.}  She blinked her eyes and shook her head waiting for things to come back into focus.  {I think a strong cup of tea might be good.}  Mimi took a few more steps and then stumbled into the wall as she felt a twang of pain in her right side.  She took a couple of deep breaths before continuing on down the hall.

 

Mimi felt another sharp pain on her right and dropped the basket she was carrying.  She took another step and then another before falling an inch or so into the wall and sliding down it to the floor unconscious. 

 

=/\= In the Mean Time - Jefferies Tube Somewhere =/\=

Athena wiped the sweat from her brow with her hand; not that it did much good.  {Why do these things always have to be so hot ... and cramped.}  She rolled her shoulders and then tried her neck.  Bang!  "Damn, that hurts," she said as she rubbed the back of her head.  With a frustrated sigh, she asked to the thinning air, "Does this tube ever lead out?" 

 

She'd been heading to where she thought she saw a light but all of a sudden the tube took another steep down, leaving Athena tumbling to a sudden stop.  {Is this the end} she thought as everything went dark.

 

=/\= Captain's Ready Room - Communique =/\=

~~Sir, Commander Wellington is missing.  When last heard from she was stuck in a lift .... but her combadge ended up in disposal area.  Also, Ensign Hopeler was found unconscious.  We are performing without a counseling department at this time.  ~~

 

=/\= End Log =/\=

 

Commander Athena Wellington

Chief Counselor

&

Ensign Hopeler

Jr. Counselor

NPC by Jass

 

USS Chimera-C

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[USS Chimera] SD: 240812.18 Joint Log Unity-234 Amb. Ayami & 2ndLt. Nyx

<<occurs sometime between Mnemosyme's first meeting with Vlimar and drinks later.>>

 

=/\= Begin Log =/\=

Alecto dropped from the cockpit of her Hybrid Bowfighter landing heavily on the deck.  The pain in her arm was fairly intense but she easily ignored it.  In the small spare parts compartment at the rear of the fighter she pulled out a small black case and shut the compartment back up. She remotely armed the security and went over to sit on a nearby crate.

 

Mnemosyme was still people watching ignoring the latest message from her  boss.  She had changed sites where she would practice her profiling skills.  this new place was much more interesting as she could give into flights of fancy if she desired in spinning a tale.   However, when an Errassian diplomat arrived Nym couldn't ignore her curiosity any longer.  She walked closer and watched the woman intently.

Noting the interest she was getting from the sidelines Alecto said "Here hold this for a moment" and tossed the black case to the woman with her remaining good arm. Now unencumbered Alecto stripped off the top half of her flight suit ignoring the pain as the crusted scab on her right arm tore away from the deep cut.   "Get me out a bottle of the alcohol in there would you?"

Nym caught the bag and was about to set it down upon hearing the question.  She gave a slight nod and pulled out one of the bottles and handed it to the other woman.  "I could fix that up for you if you'd want," Nym offered.  {Normally I wouldn't bother to be so helpful but it almost seems like she can hardly use it.  Surely a little first aid won't hurt.}

Alecto pour the alcohol over the wound and a little into the wound itself to make sure it was clean.  "That's okay.  I've got this one covered.  If you can pass me what looks like a oversized tube of super glue next please."

 

Nym shrugged and got out the requested tube.  Instead of handing it to the other woman, Nemosyme grabbed her arm and started to repair the injured arm. however she quickly changed her mind and handed the tube over when she noticed the slight glow in her finger tips.  "Sorry, I shouldn't have been so impulsive," Nym started, "or intrusive," she finished as she began to walk away.  

 

"Stay you may find this interesting."  Alecto squeezed the contents of the tube into the wound and pressed both sides of the wound together.  "This stuff essentially works like super glue but is based around biological cells so in essence is replacement tissue.  It numbs the area around the wound and restores muscle attributes within 20 seconds.  The Alliance developed it for use on the battlefield and is a hell of a lot less fiddly an lot more robust than most Federation medical tools."

 

"I'll take your word for it.  I don't use the infirmaries for much more than to have the mandatory physical done," Nym said honestly. 

 

"I avoid using them at all, hence why I'm familiar with field surgery tools."  Alecto replied evenly.

 

Nym nodded, "Like I said I didn't mean to be intrusive and you super glue seems to be doing its job."  She did a precision turn and began to retreat.  {I need to find better things to do with my down time.}

 

Alecto looked up "Thank you for your concern anyway.  It's not often someone on your side would even look twice at an injured Erassian especially a Hybrid like myself given all the general distrust emanated out by the higher ups.  I guess I owe you a drink next time I see you off duty."

 

"Its not a problem and I'm usually pretty good at picking out the trouble and staying away from it," Nym said; while thinking {now before we get to names would be a good time to get away.}

 

"The thanks remain anyway Lieutenant Nyx...and speaking of trouble I should probably go and report in to General Ivanov before he sends a Bloodhound unit after me.  It was nice talking to you."  Alecto pushed herself up without too much difficulty and walked back over to her fighter where she climbed up to the cockpit to retrieve a few items.

 

=/\= End Log =/\=

 

Ambassador Alecto Ayami

Erassian

&

2nd Lieutenant Mnemosyme Nyx

Jr. Counselor

SB 234 - Unity

 

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[USS Chimera] ||SB 234: UNITY|| SD 240812.18 Joint Duty Log, CCONS & CO, Cmdr. Stephen Jacobs & Commo. Shane Guzman

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

*** Pakosii's Office, SB UNITY ***

Stephen Jacobs interlocked his fingers and released a long
breath as he settled back into a slightly new position on
his chair, thinking that the reaction this event generated
was expected but still worthy of note.

Two of the four marines turned their heads to look at him
with cold stares.

The other two had had him in their line of sight since he
arrived in the office over an hour earlier and now set their
attention on him fully.

Pakosii too looked up from his seemingly endless work at his
desk. He was used to officers waiting for the valuable time
of the Commodore, but it was not common that they had to
wait like the Chief counselor.

Stephen glanced at them all in turn before returning his
attention to a line drawing picture of Unity which he now
knew inside out but they all seemed to relax if he stared at
it instead of them.

Finally, Pakosii's console indicated green for the visitor
and Pakosii addressed the doctor. "Doctor Jacobs, the
Commodore is now awaiting you …"

"Thank you." Stephen said, getting to his feet and
acknowledging Pakosii with an inclination of his head.
"Gentlemen." he added glancing at the marines in turn and
walked to door, tapped softly upon it and went inside.

"Commander" Shane said in greeting as Jacobs entered the
room. "Please take a seat. Anything to drink?"

"Commodore...good of you to see me." Stephen replied and as
he approached the offered seat, requested a cup of black
coffee, no sugar.

Placing the requested drink on the table in front of Jacob,
Shane asked: "So, what's the reason for your visit
Commander?"

" Thank you." He touched the saucer briefly and waited until
Shane was seated too. " A query." he said. " I understand
that you have carried out certain 'security' checks on one
of my staff. May I ask why?"

He observed Shane for the first time, having seen him
previously only from a distance. He knew the Commodores
career history, in fact he had gone to some lengths to
access counseling reports.

Now he spoke in a friendly manner and his expression was
pleasant enough as he made his request but he took in every
tiny fragment of 'body language'

"News spread fast" Shane said and leaned a bit back in
his seat. "You are right, Lieutenant Nyx is a subject of
counter intelligence investigation, but the actual reasons
are classified." He ended the sentence with no explanation
at all and waited if the Chief counselor would be happy with
his answer.

"I respect that of course Commodore." Stephen replied. "I
too have certain things that must remain confidential unless
under very exceptional circumstances.." He lifted his cup
and took a sip of the strong coffee.

" The Lieutenant in question is still under training but in
my line of work..as in yours. the learning never ends. I
hope you will keep that in mind." He watched Shane as he
took another sip.

Shane scratched his chin and replied: "Now I am not sure
what you mean doctor, but I am glad you understand my
reasons. I can assure you that once the investigation is
over and all is fine, there will be no further
"attention" from Intel on that Lieutenant."

"Attention from Intel is a way of life here." Stephen said "
Trust no one?" He gave a small smile.

"I'll be honest with you, doctor" Shane said looking
straight at his chief counselor, "Since I was Chimera's
XO and later CO, I was used to a small group of senior
officers I knew I could trust. Since I became task force CO,
the group changed somewhat, but a great deal of my ex-senior
staff became my advisors. But now … on UNITY, there are
way too many new faces in many positions and it will take me
time to learn to trust them. I was used to a single
counselor for long years … Commander Wellington. She was
more then a counselor, she was a friend. For you … and now
I mean all of your department, it will take a lot of effort
to get to at least some level of trust and working
relationship that I had with Commander Wellington."

" I appreciate your honesty Commodore." Stephen replied.
"..and I should add that it works both ways. Some of us have
been here on Unity for a long time and its you who are the
newcomer who we have to trust."

His smile widened as though he had an inner joke that he
kept to himself. "My junior counselor is a young lady who
has not yet learned to think on a wider scale. If you choose
to hear her counsel then I will not interfere. I am not
warning but merely advising and whether you choose to listen
is of course your own decision."

"Oh, I have not made my mind yet, doctor" Shane replied.
"As you said right, I am the new one on this station and
it will need time to know each other." He grinned: "But
taking your and mine position, the CO is always the
responsibility of the head counselor …"

A light starter to blink on Shane's console and with a
slight sigh, he turned back to Jacob's and said: "If
there is nothing else, doctor, I must excuse myself now"

" Thankyou for your time Commodore. Its been a pleasure to
meet you and I hope we will do so again." He held out his
hand.

"The pleasure is mine, doctor" Shane replied and shook
the offered hand.

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

Commander Stephen Jacobs
Chief counselor
SB 234: UNITY

&

Commodore Shane Guzman
CO, SB 234: UNITY
CO, 1st TF, SSF Command

[USS Chimera] SD240812.17 Joint Personal Log - CNS/COps Cmdr/1Lt Athena Wellington and Jade Reese

"kevin coupe" <fallenang3l4@gmail.com> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:

=/\= Chief counselor's Office =/\=

Athena sat in her office for a while after Anya had left. She had
written up the results of the last couple of evaluations and checked
the reports on a couple that Mimi had managed to track down and give.
She was lost deep in her own thoughts but able to help any one who
might come her way.

Walking up to the counseling office and hit the chime to let the
counselor know that someone wanted to see her. She then started wonder
if this was the right idea she doesn't even know where to start
explaining the sensation she got that night during the ceremony.

At the sound of the chime Athena was jerked out of her thoughts, "Enter."

Jade walked in and headed over to where the Commander was sitting she
was feeling nervous she's never been to see a counselor the closest
thing she had to seeing a counselor was the psyche evaluation when she
joined the SFMC. After looking around Jade walked over to one of the
chairs and sitting down.

Athena gave the woman a warm smile when she saw who it was and stood
from her desk. "Come on in I don't bite.... well at least not
usually."

Jade returned the smile and took a few minuets to look around the
office and thinking on how to start telling this women about the
strange sensation she had at the party last night.

{{Come on you know you have a million questions you want to ask.......
Just blurt one out.}} "Please, take a seat," Athena said indicating
the homing look chair with the fleece throw draped over the back.

"First I'm not sure on how to even describe what happened last night."
Jade said finally, "it felt like I was able to pick up on what
everyone was thinking that night." Jade said.

"Perhaps you were," Athena stated simply and waited for the other
woman to process a bit more of what she was thinking.

"I know there are races out there have the ability to listen and even
communicate without even seeing the person they're trying to
communicate with, but according to my family history there is no one
with those abilities." Jade said sounding confused.

"Do you know all about the lineage on both sides or did you make
assumptions," Athena asked, but continued with a more reassuring
phrase as well, "sometimes senses can develop when we least expect
them to." {Like my telekinesis.}

Jade was about to speak, but then she felt that sensation again of
hearing someone speaking even though no one was speaking to her, "will
I just trusted what my mother told me, so it might be true that
somewhere someone has one of those kinds of abilities." Jade said
smiling.

Athena smiled back, "that sounds logical and sometimes it just takes
awhile for those abilities to kick in... especially if we're not aware
of or using them." {{Would you like something to drink?}}

Jade nodded and decided if it is true that she does have this ability
she would try and use it like she maybe did last night at the party
she concentrated on what kind of drink she wanted. {{Peppermint tea.}}
She thought and waited to see if the counselor received the message or
not.

Athena smiled and got up; going to the replicator she retrieved two
beverages. She placed a warm cup of peppermint tea in front of the
other women and sat down with her own glass of water. "You didn't
specify whether you wanted hot or iced tea; I hope you don't mind that
its hot?"

"No that's fine." Jade said smiling picking up the cup and taking a small sip.

The two chatted for a bit longer before Athena cautioned, "Remember
not to be intrusive to others and don't push a new talent too
quickly." She finished her water, "And please feel free to ask me for
help at anytime."

Jade nodded, "I understand it's just going to take some time to get
used to it and how to keep it in check." Jade said finishing up her
peppermint tea and standing up realizing that she was five minuets
late for her duty shift. "Again thank you for speaking with me and
helping me through this." Jade said smiling as he headed to the door.

Commander Athena Wellington
Chief Counselor
USS Chimera-C

&

First Lieutenant Jade Reese
Chief Operations Officer
USS Chimera-C

[USS Chimera] SD 240812.17. USS Chimera-C. Personal Log: Commander Summers CMO / Lt Fisher AMO

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*** Sickbay * Chimera-C ***

( The more she thought of it, the better it became and the
uncertainty disappeared as her thoughts grew more and more
positive. It took little to convince herself that once they
both got used to the idea, then it would be a wonderful
thing for both herself, Shane and little Martin. So it was
that when Scott turned and walked back to her, he saw hope
in her eyes when she looked at him. She sat up and there was
eagerness in her voice when she asked: " You have the
result?...what is it?" )

Scott was surprised, for her earlier comment of 'we can rule
it out' was certainly at odds with the tone of her voice now
and also with the expression he saw in her bluegrey eyes, so
he paused a moment before he replied.

"It's negative." he said in an even tone and saw a light die
in her eyes.

"Oh" was all she said and he knew that she wanted a
different answer.

She leaned against the edge of the biobed and reached down
to slip on her shoes.
{ Negative... oh... well...its probably for the best...it
wouldnt have been such a good thing...not really...not now}
she told herself { ..not with the threat hanging over
us....} and the positive outlook she had convinced herself
with only a few moments before was crushed away.

She dragged her thoughts back to concentrate on what Scott
was saying about anti sickness medication.

"...so a short course of Dexsetrin...you shouldnt experience
any side effects from that..." he looked at her with
encouragement "..and in the mean time try to eat proper
meals...toast is 'not' a meal!"
She smiled thinly.
" Try something light..." he said "..little and
often...dont overload your system ok?"

She nodded. " Ok...I'll eat more than toast and not
overload."

"Good." he said as though he was dispensing great wisdom and
teaching her something she didnt know. He smiled to her and
laid a hand on her shoulder. " You need to rest too..take
things easy for a bit."

"Can't do that I'm afraid." she said briskly " ...Captain
coming to visit...and I have the transporter system to check
out this morning."
Her expression told him there was no reply to be made. " You
on the other hand need to get back to bed." she said then
added with more seriousness;
"Scott... I do appreciate you coming down here....I didnt
want to ask anyone else."

He looked down at her and patted her shoulder understanding
the reason why.
Rumours spead fast and he could imagine how soon the
Commodore would have been told he was going to be the father
of triplets.
"It's what friends are for." he answered softly then turned
away. " Right...lets get the medication for you."

He disappeared into the dispensary and returned a short
time later holding a small bottle of pale pink pills which
he handed to her. "One three times a day before meals" he
said.

"Thankyou." She took the bottle and looked at it.

" A pleasure." he said and they exchanged a smile glad that
things were sorted out.

++

Scott returned to his quarters to finish his interrupted
sleep but kept recalling the look in her eyes when he had
said 'Negative'.
It puzzled him, for surely she couldnt want a pregnancy with
the situation as it was. In the end he put it down to a
latent mother instinct and drifted off to sleep.

++
Rangi spent the morning with the transporter chief testing
and retesting the transporter system in finest detail.
By early lunchtime she was feeling hungry but not wanting
to risk having to leave the mess hall in a hurry, elected to
return to her quarters and replicated some chicken soup.

She sat down at the table with the bowl in front of her and
eyed it with a little trepidation as she swallowed one of
the pale pink pills.
She lifted the soup spoon and gingerly took a sip of the
broth. It tasted good and she sipped a little more,
eventually enjoying all of it.
She half expected the now familiar wave of nausea to follow
it but nothing happened and she returned to her office not
thinking about babies very much at all but feeling glad that
the problem was so easily solved.

*** End Log ***

Commander Rangi Summers
CMO
USS Chimera-C
&
Lt Scott Fisher
AMO
USS Chimera-C

[USS Chimera] SD: 240812.16 Personal Log LtCmdr.MaiKai Rodgers

 

-=-/-\-=- Starbase UNITY -=-/-\-=-

-=-/-\-=- MaiKai & Rachel's Quarters -=-/-\-=-

 

 

Mai had been pulling holograms out of a small box that was placed on her bed in her new quarters on the Starbase.  She was down to the last few.  The ones she liked the most she decided to put them on the nightstands in her room and then put a couple in Rachel's room on her nightstand as well.

 

MaiKai knew that her place was no longer on the Chimera.  She would have stayed if that's what Rick would have wanted and she would have gone off the Chimera if that's what Rick would have wanted.  MaiKai just wanted to be with the little family she had made.  But with what has happened as of late, Mai knew what was best for Rachel was to stay with her on the Starbase.  Being able to do this allowed MaiKai to be able to visit Earth more often then she could have to see Sarah, her sister-in-law, her niece, Annie, her dog that she had to send home, Kaine and even Rick.  Mai hoped that all would start to turn up.  She knew it would have to take a lot more time then she would have liked, but she really gunned for things running smoothly.

 

Mai was only going to work part time to start off with.  They gave her the Department Head of Pediatrics which Mai was fine with.  A huge difference from being a Chief Medical Officer aboard the Chimera, but Mai was sure she would adjust just fine.  She knew that this would also be best for the two since Rachel was going to start transitioning into school and all. 

 

Now she had taken a seat on her bed and was outlining the edges of the hologram with her fingers; skimming over the surface.  It was a picture of when Rick and MaiKai had taken a picnic together in a Holodeck.  It was honed in on Mai wrapped in Rick's arms as he has his head rested oh her shoulder.  Both smiling having the best time.  MaiKai only stared at it a moment longer before putting it on the nightstand. 

 

She pulled out a second one it was of Rick's and Mai's wedding.  It was small and planned all at the last minute, but yet it was one of the most memorable days for Mai.  Her realizing that this was her family: Rick's family and she didn't need anyone else.  She put this hologram on the opposite side of the first one on the same nightstand. 

 

MaiKai then got up and walked around to the other nightstand with the box of holograms.  She sat on the other side and picked up another hologram.  It was a picture of her in the middle and her brothers on either side of her with Kaine in her lap.  That was her family back home that she would claim and love them and try and look after them forever.  The second picture she pulled out that would go on the nightstand with this picture was of Rachel when the three of them went on another picnic.  Rachel was wearing a very pretty sun dress to match her mother.  Rachel was just skipping through the flowers and Mai just wanted to stop time at that moment.  Watching the care-free child frolic in time.

 

Mai then stood up and carried the box that was even lighter now into Rachel's room.  Rachel was playing with a few of her toys being quite so her mommy could finish unpacking; doing just as she was told.  "Mommy!" Rachel stopped working on the puzzle that she was putting together to give her mother a great big hug.  "You've come to put pictures in my room now?"

 

"Yes dear. Here's one," Mai pulled out a picture of all the three of them cuddled on their old couch together just being goofy and saying the most random of things.

 

-=-/-\-=- End Log -=-/-\-=-

 

Lieutenant Commander MaiKai Rodgers

Head of Pediatrics

Starbase UNITY

 

&

 

(NPC) Rachel Rodgers

Child Civilian

Starbase UNITY

    apb: Mai  

 

 

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[USS Chimera] Sd 240812.16 Joint Duty Log, Counselor & AOPS, Cmdr. Athena Wellington & LtJg. Martin Dexter

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

=/\= Mess Hall =/\=

Athena had been walking by one of the mess halls when a
fragrant smell made her stomach growl. {The place is quite
busy.} Her trey held french onion soup with some crusty
bread, a sandwich that was loaded with turkey and bacon,
provolone cheese, lettuce, onions and guacamole and an ice
tea with lemon. {Where to sit.... an empty chair ... who
would I be sharing a table with perhaps.... uummm...
Dexter.} She walked over to where the man was sitting by
himself and asked, "Mind if I join you?"

Dexter was about to start his shift {Damn, I need to report
to the COPS} and decided to have some little meal before
duty. He entered the first mess hall on the way from his
quarters to the bridge and got a fine smelling tuna salad.
Like usual, there was no company for his, so he devoured his
meal all alone … until … the well-known Athena
Wellington came to his table.

"Erm .." he staggered with his mouth full, "well …
of course, yes … you're welcome. Commander" he managed
to say at last.

"Thank you," Athena said as she sat down.

There were two complexes that Dexter was suffering from.
First was the bad luck in duty matters. He was a member of
the Chimera for several years … in fact he served even on
Chimera-A … and for this or other reason, he was
overlooked with a promo … being only a meager LtJg. He
dreamed to become the CTAC in time, but all he's got was
AOPS … The second point was his (even worse) bad luck with
women. In his 28 years, he had no girlfriend and was
generally believed to be boring by the womanhood on board.

"How's your meal," Athena asked before tasting her soup.
{HHHmmm.... that hits the spot.}

"It's good, good" Dexter said swiftly, not really
answering her question but rather agreeing. He would say the
same even when asked how was his last waste disposal duty.
"And yours?" he asked not really realizing that Athena
did not start eating yet.

"Well... the soup is tasty... but its the only thing I've
tried so far. Are you ok? Do I make you nervous," she
asked as she observed his lack of eye contact and sensed his
unease.

"Huh" Dexter said a bit startled, "is it that
obvious?" he asked. He paused for a moment, gathering his
thoughts before saying: "To be honest Commander, it's
not very common that high ranking officers sit with me at
one table and women even less. You're both of that and I
ask myself what I have done wrong to earn your attention
…"

She smiled and laughed a bit; then motioned around the room,
"There really wasn't much of a choice. Besides just because
it isn't common doesn't mean it can't ever happen. Don't be
afraid to live life." She reached her hand across the table
and touched his arm making what she was saying even more
personal.

"I mean" he said, "that the last time a Commander
talked to me I was told that despite the time I worked in
operations, I shall not become Chief ops, but a fresh
transfer will get that position and the time before I was
told by the Captain that I have to leave tactical" He
paused, "so I wonder what will happen to me now …"

"Take a risk to be a little different ... work outside that
little boxed you put yourself in... You might be surprised
at the results," Athena offered with a smile of reassurance.
"Now tell me something would you be happier somewhere else
or are you truly happy here?" Athena sensed that her new
question didn't put him any more at ease. "Answer
truthfully, now," she urged.

"I … I do not complain, Commander" Dexter replied
carefully "and I follow my orders regardless of my
personal feeling". Sounded the text-book answer of a true
and narrow Starfleet officer.

"That's not exactly the honest answer I asked for... so
which department do you prefer more," Athena asked.

He did not want to sound too ambitious so he said nothing at
first: "Well, if you insist … to be honest, well …
then I must say that I enjoyed tactical more then
operations. I know that there are some positions free in
that department …" he left the sentence unfinished.
There was a special position free in tactical – Chief
Tactical Officer, but such a position was beyond his grasp
… but not dreams.

"Would you like me to say something to the captain," she
asked and continued, "because if you take the time to make a
request for a change ... I'll tell the captain what I
think."

Dexter looked at Athena with mixed feelings. She made him
believe she is more or less on his side and that she wants
nothing bad to him. On the other side … drawing on one the
attention of your Captain was never a good idea … one
could easily end on waste disposal duty …

Not wanting to sound like a coward, Dexter nodded at last:
"That might be a good idea, Commander. I'll send a
transfer request to the Captain. Thank you"

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

Commander Athena Wellington
Counselor
USS Chimera – C

&

LtJg. Martin Dexter
Assistant Operations Officer
USS Chimera – C

[USS Chimera] SD: 240812.15 Personal Log 2ndLt. Nyx

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

Mnemosyme sat quietly on a bench watching people as she waited.  {I've had quite the full day and could really use that drink now.  A good work out this morning followed by a few boring reports.  An interesting conversation or two or three and then I got to become a pin cushion.}  She sighed {three hours of my life that I will never get back.  They took a hair sample from both colors, drew blood several time, took a saliva sample and even a skin sample.  Final analysis all our tests that were taken today indicate that the person claiming the be 2ndLt. Mnemosyme Nyx is identical to the Mnemosyme Nyx that entered boot camp a few years ago.  Just a fancy way of saying that my original medical info matches the info they took today.}

 

She watched as a couple of marines looked her way and then quickly moved on.  {That coupled with the fact that I was assigned to this abysmal place about 7 and a half months ago should give the new CO the information he wanted.}  She stood from the bench where she had been sitting and stretched her legs out a bit by first walking about 5 steps one way and then 5 steps the other.  { I hope that super glue stuff is as good as its billing from that woman or else I'll be transferring for ....my own safety.}  She shook her head as if that would get rid of her wayward thoughts. 

 

{I've certainly gotten myself into a lot of trouble today.   And I still think that Bluethistle needs to get away from here and that his brothers horse ranch is just the place he just needs someone to go with him at the moment.... do I dare to suggest that it be my immediate boss.... or perhaps the new CO... talk about two people who are uptight.}  She looked down at her outfit.  {Why did I pick this?}  She ran her hands down the silky blue short-sleeved blouse.  {At least the black pants aren't flashy.... damn .... if only he weren't coming from that launching party.... I could be in jeans ... or my uniform.}

 

=/\= End Log =/\=

 

2nd Lieutenant Mnemosyme Nyx

Jr. Counselor

SB 234 - Untiy 

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[USS Chimera] SD: 240812.15 Joint Log LtCol. PontBrillant & 2ndLt. Nyx

<<sometime before meeting with Shane>>

 

=/\= Unity =/\=
Mnemosyme stood one of the upper levels looking down at the people moving to and fro below.  She watched as a single drop of water dropped from her hair as she hadn't bother to dry it when she was done
showering.  She was barely aware that someone had come up beside her.  She looked slowly to her right and noticed the all too inquisitive Strategic Officer standing there.

Vlimar was climbing up the stairs to the Promenade. His intent was to relax, with a cup of tea, over viewing the lounge, and the massive viewport. But, as he was climbing the stairs, he saw a familiar face, Nyx. Vlimar smiled, as he walked towards her, holding his cup of tea.

"Morning, Nyx", he said. "Passing the time?", he asked, nonchalantly.

"I guess you could say that," she responded turning to face him.  She took a relaxed position against the railing, "And how are you this morning?"

Vlimar smiled. "Oh, I am just wonderful, how about yourself?", he asked. "Is it raining out?", he asked, sarcastically.  Vlimar pointed at the table behind them, as he moved towards it,
sipping his tea.

She reluctantly pushed herself away from the railing to join him at the table.  "I'm well."  Mnemosyme watched him for a second or two before asking, "You look like you've been working hard.... on anything
interesting?"

Vlimar shrugged. He was up since 0400 hrs that morning, reviewing crew files for assessments. "Well, interesting, not really... Crew review and training schedule", he said.

Vlimar sipped his coffee, then looked at Nyx. "What about you?  How's your day, so far?"


"Productive," she answered, "perhaps a bit slow."  She looked around at the other tables observing the people around them.  "The launching of the new chimera seems to be creating quite a stir for the whole base," she changed topics.

 

Vlimar smiled. He saw that swift shift of subject. It was a weird feeling that Vlimar had, at that exact time. He felt that Nyx was bored by his presence, bored by him... It was the first time Vlimar felt this from a woman.

Vlimar looked at Nyx. "Are you bored, Nyx?", he asked, directly.

Her gazed snapped back to him, "No... why do you ask?"  She wasn't bored by him, she was just doing what she always did to protect herself.

 

Vlimar smiled. "Nothing, don't worry..." he replied. Vlimar sipped his tea, looking at Nyx. He wanted to know her more, but that self-protecting reflex she had was very hard to pierce... even for an Ace Tactician as Vlimar.

"Dinner, tonight?", he asked, simply.

She was taken a bit of guard and immediately blurted out, "Aren't you going to be busy... the launching," she tried.

 

Vlimar looked up, almost bursting into laughter. "You're right...", he said. "How about after? A late glass of wine?", he added.

Vlimar just had a thought. The Chimera was leaving, which means less people on the Starbase for a little while. It also means that he loses 4 Ops officers, all transferring back to Chimera.

{A glass and he will probably already had some champagne...} "That sounds fine," she responded almost formally as she worked things out in her own head.  The padd in one of the many pockets in her pants beeped indicating that she had a message.  {Its from ...him... I can tell by the lethargic dull beep ... it matches my boss so probably.}

=/\= End Log =/\=

 

Lieutenant Colonel Vlimar PontBrillant
Deputy Commander / Strategic Operations Advisor / Acting Chief Engineer
SSF First Taskforce

&

2nd Lieutenant Mnemosyme Nyx

Jr. Counselor

 

SB 234: UNITY

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[USS Chimera] SD 240812.15. USS Chimera-C Personal Log: Commander Summers CMO / Scott Fisher AMO (Part1)

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

*** Rangis Quarters * USS Chimera-C ***

Rangi gasped some air, trying to calm her breathing and stop
trembleing.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw a pale creature
looking back.

She raised her hand to her face and pushed back her hair
then, feeling more calm, ran some water into the basin and
splashed it on her face.
She patted her skin dry with a thick soft towel and
straightened up, feeling better now and more herself though
she waited a few more seconds to make sure the sickness had
passed.

Once certain that it had, she checked herself again in the
mirror, saw colour returning to her cheeks, folded the towel
and replaced on the rack then walked into the bedroom and
sat down gently on the edge of the unmade bed, releasing a
long breath as she did so.

This was the fourth morning in succession when she had been
physically sick and had spent a greater part of those days
feeling nauseous from time to time.
On the preceding evening, she'd returned to her quarters
feeling rather light headed and thinking that she needed
something substantial to eat, had replicated a meal only to
be overcome by a wave of nausea at the sight of it.
She'd gone to bed soon afterwards and had, thankfully, slept
throughout the night, only to wake in the morning feeling as
off colour as she had the day before.

After a few moments, she got to her feet and made her way
into the main room and to the small desk set in a corner by
a view port. She sat down and opened a channel to Scott
Fisher He didnt reply immediately and when he did, it was
obvious that he was still half asleep.

"Fisher..." he said in a slightly croaky voice.

"Scott...its me..Rangi. I'm sorry to disturb you but I
wondered if we could meet in sickbay later. I need
medication."

Scott had worked a night shift and had only been asleep for
just under two hours but propped himself up on his elbow
frowning at her last words.
It was a rule that noone self medicated no matter what their
position on the ship and he knew that if Rangi thought she
needed something stronger than an ordinary painkiller for a
headache, then she must be feeling quite poorly.

"Are you ok?" he asked with concern.

"Yes...its..its nothing much..I'd just appreciate it if you
could.."

"Ofcourse." he said, sitting up now. " You looked a little
pale yesterday..I thought it was just tiredness...have you
been sleeping well?"

Rangi closed her eyes, not wanting to have a history taken
over a comm link. " Yes.. its nothing much. I just feel a
bit off colour." she said.

"I'll meet you there...give me...er...thirty minutes?" he
replied, swinging his legs out of bed and looking around for
his clothes.

" Dont rush." she told him. " Anytime this morning will be
good."

There was a pause. " I'll meet you there in thirty minutes."
he said with a tone of finality.

" Thank you Scott."

The call ended and Rangi sighed.
It was a nuisance to have to get another doctor to dispence
medication but rules were there for a reason and she wouldnt
break them.

The stars streamed past outside and after observing them for
a half minute or so, Rangi decided breakfast might be a good
idea and thought that a slice of toast might be just the
thing.

*** AMO office * Sickbay ***

"Ok...so whats been happening?" Scott asked perching on the
end of his desk and looking down at Rangi seated on a chair
in front of him.

" I havent felt well for about a week." she said.

" A week?" Scott sounded and looked surprised.

" Yes...about that...perhaps a little more. At first I felt
a bit tired, a bit edgey...then nauseous sometimes. I
thought I'd eaten something that disagreed with me."
Scott nodded but said nothing.
"I havent had much of an appetite but its getting worse and
not better..and I've vomited a few times."

"Have you had breakfast?" he asked.

"Yes..some toast."

"What about yesterday?"

"Some..toast."

"Toast?..is that all?"

"Yes...I just didnt feel like eating anything else. I made a
meal in the evening but couldnt face it."

"Ok...so you've been feeling worse in the evenings?"

She looked up at him. " And in the mornings too."

He held her gaze for a few seconds.
" Right" he said carefully." I have to ask you...is there a
chance that you could be..."

"Pregnant?" she filled in the word." Yes...yes there is a
possiblity."

"Right." he said again, more slowly this time but then
pushing himself off the desk said briskly " OK..well we'll
include that in the examination then shall we?"

She got to her feet. " We can rule it out." she agreed and
followed him from the office into an examination room.

Ten minutes later she lay on a biobed staring up at the
ceiling, hands crossed over her stomach.She turned her head
to the right and looked in Scotts direction. He was busy
getting test results and had his back to her.

{I wonder if it is.} she thought { There's a chance...a
'slim' one...but a chance I suppose.}
A few seconds ticked by and she wished Scott would hurry up.

{ A baby..} she thought dubiously and bit her lower lip. { A
'baby'......our baby..}
She looked back at the ceiling.
{ It's what I've always wanted ..just not.. quite...yet..}

She glanced at Scotts back then towards the door then to the
medtray close by.
{ Shane would be..pleased. yes..yes he would be. He'd be
happy about it ...after the initial shock!}

"Wont be a minute." Scott said half turning to her with a
reassuring smile. She smiled back politely and he turned
away.

{ A baby...a little boy of our own...or a little girl...it
would be wonderful.} She gave the minutest nod and smiled to
herself.{ Ok...so its not ideal..its going to take a bit of
getting used to..but if its meant to be then..well...we're
going to be parents of our own baby........ I'm going to be
a mother!...I'm going to fat!!}

The more she thought of it, the better it became and the
uncertainty disappeared as her thoughts grew more and more
positive. It took little to convince herself that once they
both got used to the idea, then it would be a wonderful
thing for both herself, Shane and little Martin.

So it was that when Scott turned and walked back to her, he
saw hope in her eyes when she looked at him. She sat up and
there was eagerness in her voice when she asked:
" You have the result?...what is it?"

<<to be continued>>

*** End Log ***

Commander Rangi Summers
CMO
USS Chimera-C
&
Lt Scott Fisher
AMO
USS Chimera-C