[USS Chimera] SD: 240907.04 Duty Log, Major Anya Xerxes || Nightmares Of The Past Part One||

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Start Log
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Anya paced in the waiting room wondering why she had been dragged all the way to Joint Defense Command Headquarters.  She should have been impressed by the fact that they  had sent an entire Ronin Class Ship to fetch her from Unity but she wasn't, she was all too aware that the top brass rarely did anything without cause.  No, something was afoot and they needed her to do something about it.  The question was though, what?

Daveed from where he was sitting looking placidly at where Anya pacing back and forwards had remained tight-lipped on the subject for the entire to Joint Defense Command Headquarters.  He spoke for the first time since beaming down  "Major if you continue pacing you'll wear a hole in the Admiral's carpets and I'm not so sure she's the forgiving type."

"Pacing helps me think Commander.  Besides one thing you'll never see is a fighter pilot sitting around idly doing nothing.  We're not wired that way."  Anya said automatically.

The door to the waiting room opened and an aide walked into the waiting room.  "Sir, Ma'am, the Admiral will see you now.  Please follow me."

Daveed stood and followed the aide out the room, Anya following behind him.  Evidently Daveed wasn't one for 'ladies first' chivalry.  They walked through a maze of corridors which seemed designed to confuse.  Anya thought to herself that given that this was a major seat of Federation power it was possibly a wise precaution.  Then again she was thinking in Erassian terms in a Federation world...the machine equivelant phrase was 'Does not compute.'

They entered the Admiral's Office and the aide announced them.  "Ma'am, Commander Daveed and Major Xerxes as you requested."  Both of the announced gave a sharp salutee.  After all you didn't take chances with annoying the brass...unless your surname was Ivanov of course. 

"Well let me get straight to business then.  It would seem that the war has reached a turning point, the Romulans are deploying Thelaron Weapons, the Breen are becoming more aggresive and this new race, the Muhareem have an agenda to play out.  There are however existing threats at our backs which need to be taken care of, for which both ourselves and our allies must be taken care of before we make a large scale offensive on the Romulans."  Admiral Janeway said looking as harsh as ever with her greying hair tied back in a severe bun.

A man stepped out from a recess in the wall in a dark coloured uniform saying "And it just so happens we in Alliance Intellence are in agreement with the Admiral here.  I think we have found a particularly large problem which needs to be permanently solved...someone I believe you would like removed from the equation too Major Xerxes."  He waved and the large wall screen displayed an image of a blond human male of mid to late thirties.  The image tag showed it was recorded aboard the USS McCoy during the battle of Aeren III when supposed 'Erassian splinter groups'  attacked the McCoy and assassinated the McCoy's XO.

Anya knew the face of this man, she knew this face all to well.  It was the face of someone who had cruelly denied her long sought happiness.  "Son of a bitch.  Colonel Vernier..."

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End Log
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Major Anya Xerxes
Flight Ops CO
USS Chimera - C

Commander Ariel Daveed (NPC Ixus)
CO
USS Jackal

Admiral Kathryn Janeway (NPC Ixus)
CO
Joint Defense Command

Erassian Alliance Intelligence Officer (NPC Ixus)
Joint Defense Command Liason
Joint Defense Command

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