Rojac sat in the Captain's chair and pulled up Captain Xerxes flight plan on the armrest display. Her Lancers and SunGod would take an indirect route, circumnavigating the circumference of outpost 0071's sensor radius. The cloaked shadows, however, would take a more direct route. 1Lt Reese had given them the classified sensor frequencies of the outpost so that their cloaks could be specially calibrated to avoid detection. Scardona and his engineers even changed the transponder frequencies so they could avoid friendly detection that way.
"Captain." Reese called up from her seat at the port station at the fore of the bridge. "Captain Xerxes reports they are ready for launch.
After the senior officer's briefing, Rojac ordered helm to take the Chimera three parsecs beyond 0071's sensor radius. Xerxe's team would have a short flight to their destinations, and the Chimera could warp there in thirty minutes if things got too hairy. "Clearance for launch granted." Rojac said. "But please, no missing arms this time."
"Aye sir."
"Helm," Rojac ordered. "I'm transmitting a flight plan to you now. We're taking a counter clockwise patrol around the circumference. Engage at three-quarters impulse."
"Aye sir." The Bajoran office replied. Rojac was beginning to like her, even if she wasn't exactly Pazla Dacour.
"Tactical, take us to Yellow Alert. Lieutenant Reese, I want all alpha shift personnel on stand-by for scramble." Rojac ordered.
"Aye sir." Reese replied as the klaxons sounded and the track lighting along the ceiling changed hue. Throughout the ship, all personnel went into a heightened state of awareness.
Rojac leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers. All there was to do now was to sit and wait until Shadow squadron reported back. Engineering was preparing the transporters and the computer for their delicate transporter operation. Security was busy outfitting their two-man infiltration teams for the insertion. Operations was collaborating the between the necessary day-to-day operations of the ship and the needs of the mission, and Medical always had their hands full. Rojac had Ra-Zerphimi at the science station pouring over passive scans of the sector on the lookout for any singularity drive emissions or stray tachyon pulses, just incase the Romulans slipped up. So far nothing came up. Of course, it could never be that easy.
As the Captain watched the fighters launch from their hangars on the viewscreen and the stars slowly flow by, he wondered if his executive officer was having any luck with the prisoners in the brig.
[End Log]
Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C