[Ready Room - Deck One - USS Chimera - C]
The view outside of Rojac's viewport was astonishing. The star at the center of the Aeran systems gleamed brightly against the pristine hull of SB 243 as it held sentry over the lush green planet behind it. It was a breathtaking view, one in which citizens on the planet below would pay much of their monthly incomes for during a romantic outing or holiday. Rojac took it for granted. He sat with his back to the beautiful view as he hunched over his desk. The cup of black coffee in the corner had long grown cold; the Captain hadn't touched it in hours. Instead, he reviewed incoming report after incoming report from the ship's various departments as they detailed the actions needed to be taken following the new vessels initial mission.
He sighed as he completed reading MCapt Xerxes report. He had grown to expect biting criticism from the hardlined Erassian pilot - it served as a major reason for her selection - but at times he thought her approach a little too zealous. As a fighter pilot, he expected her to advocate an increased use of fighters in Federation strategy, but Rojac believed that until Federation fighting technology was able to compete with Romulan or Erassian designs that entering that area of warfare would be disatrous for Federation pilots. Until Xerxes' own Lancers were approved for mass production throughout the fleet, Federation squadrons would be technologically outmatched in almost every battle they would enter. Rojac, for one, did not want to see that happen.
The Captain added an addendum to Xerxes' report with his comments, and forwarded them to the Marine Captain, the Officer of Taskforce Intelligence, and Taskforce Command.
Upon completion he reached over and took a swig of the now cold and bland coffee. He grimaced, and placed the cup back into the replicator for recycling. That's when his eyes finally caught the view outside his viewport. He walked over with his hands behind his back and watche dthe busied traffic as shuttles and workbees flitted about. Most of the crew would be on base right about now, enjoying their short respite while Admiral Legrand's fleet held down the lines to free up the SSF for their real duties. This, Rojac felt, was the calm before the storm.
The Captain thought about going shore-side himself, but thought against it. He had too much work to do. He had to finish reading and compiling reports for Lieutenant Colonel Pont Brillant (who had also asked his advice on some tactical deployments in Chisulo's absence from UNITY). He also had an awards ceremony to plan, which he needed to get in touch with Counsellor Wellington about. The ship's Quartermaster, Sergeant Drake, had begun transport of the Outpost debris over an hour ago and was scheduled to be complete in about fifteen minutes. Rojac wondered if Terek Weranis - the old Chimera Chief of Science - would be wanting to run the investigation himself. Lieutenant Jardan was scheduled to escort the Romulan prisoners to UNITY facilities in half an hour. He thought about overseeing the transfer himself, but he thought better of it. Jardan was probably already doubtful of Rojac's confidence in him after he had gotten stabbed by one of the prisoners early on in the mission, the Lieutenant didn't need to hovered over like a vulture.
Rojac continued to watch the scene surrounding the starbase, as the USS Hindenberg came out form around the other side of the planet. He saw squadrons of fighters expel themselves from the vast ship's interior and take formation before jumping to warp. Rojac noticed the formation, it was a standard delta flight pattern usually adopted in situations that called for an interception of an unknown vessell.
"What is going on?" He asked to no one in particular as he turned onhis heel and walked out to the bridge.
The bridge was realtively empty, only crewed by junior officers in the vital departments. "Science!" Rojac barked toward the blonde male human with the teal shoulders. "Give me a long-range scan of the HIndeneberg squadrons destination. Tactical, have you heard anything over the comms?"
"It's an unknown vessel, sir." The dark skinned vulcan replied. "They have opened a channel to UNITY petitioning to meet with the Commodore. The Hindenberg dispatched a wing to escort them."
"What to they call themselves? Is there a registry?"
The science officer spoke up. "I'm picking up an olympic class vessel, sir. Well... at least it looks like an olympic class vessel."
Rojac furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "It looks like one? Explain, Ensign."
"It's hull composition is of the olympic design, but it's not outfitted with standard Federation technology."
Rojac scratched at his beard. "Interesting." He approached his seat and plopped himself back into its cushiony exterior. "Lets watch the show for a while. Tactical keep an eye on the comms. Science keep tabs on them. And lets see what happens."
"Aye sir."
[End Log]
Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C
