[Bridge - Deck One - USS Chimera NCC 96899-C]
"We have arrived outside the Karador System, Captain." The alluring form of Lieutenant Rayna Dior called from the helm and navigation console. "I'm taking us out of warp."
Captain Cropa Arnold Rojac unclasped his hands and gripped the sides of his armrests. "Good piloting, Lieutenant."
Gamma shift was still on duty - save the Captain and Lieutenant Dior - as Alpha shift was wrapping up their beauty sleep in preparation for the battle ahead. The Captain had ordered the rest period the previous day, to give his top crew members as much respite as he could spare. Three ships were heading straight into an enemy stronghold, alone. It would not be an easy task by any stretch of the imagination, but if any crew could pull it off it would be the Chimera's.
Rojac glanced at his armrest readout screen. "Helm, set course for bearing zero-one-seven, mark zero-four-seven. One quarter impulse. Take us behind that sixth planet."
"Aye sir." Rayna acknowledged, making the navigational adjustments with her long thin fingers. Her nails were painted to match the red of her uniform. "One quarter impulse."
"Ops," Rojac called to the gamma shift officer - whose name he had forgotten, "forward our destination to the Rapier and Eagle. Have them tail us. Notify Major Cortez and Lieutenant Major Shoa's Away Teams that they will need to be ready for transport in thirty."
"Aye sir." The young man nodded in reply before setting about his task.
Rojac tapped on his armrest for a few minutes while the sixth planet of the Kara System (the namesake of the Karador sector) grew larger on the view screen. It was a mezmerizing view that captivated Rojac's vision for a good long while. He watched the swirls of clouds withing the gas giant violently ebb and flow with destructive force. It was chaotic and powerful, much like the war the Federation was waging now. The young Captain began to think about what he was getting into - what he was leading his crew into - almost certain death.
Three ships were being sent to attack a suspected major supply base that was more than likely very heavily guarded. One built more for scout operations, one for more clandestine missions, and a third being the only one designated as a true battlecruiser. The romulans may be caught by surprise, but that means little when one is outnumbered. What would Rojac do if they encountered an entire wing of d'deridex warbirds? Or maybe a flotilla of thalaron equipped cruisers? Could the Chimera really expect to prevail with those odds?
Rojac's deliberations were halted by the sultry announcement from Lt. Dior. "We're in position Captain. Time is 0855 hours."
The Captain nodded, and tapped the ship-wide calm. "All hands, this is the Captain speaking. We have arrived in position at the Karador sector. All alpha shift personnel will now report to their primary stations. Beta shift personnel will report to their designated support positions. Delta and Gamma are on stand-by. All senior staff report to your stations. Fighter wing is on scramble alert." He paused for a moments to check his chronometer. "We will go to Red Alert in thirty minutes. Good luck. Rojac out."
He ended the transmission and looked around at the young gamma shift as they prepared to go off duty. Their faces looking scared as they signed off on their shift reports. Rojac wondered if they had picked up on his own misgivings, and decided then to show nothing but confidence during the remaining hours of the operation. His senior staff slowly reported in their positions as they arrived on duty. The Chimera was preapring for battle, and it was going to be a deadly one.
Captain Cropa Arnold Rojac unclasped his hands and gripped the sides of his armrests. "Good piloting, Lieutenant."
Gamma shift was still on duty - save the Captain and Lieutenant Dior - as Alpha shift was wrapping up their beauty sleep in preparation for the battle ahead. The Captain had ordered the rest period the previous day, to give his top crew members as much respite as he could spare. Three ships were heading straight into an enemy stronghold, alone. It would not be an easy task by any stretch of the imagination, but if any crew could pull it off it would be the Chimera's.
Rojac glanced at his armrest readout screen. "Helm, set course for bearing zero-one-seven, mark zero-four-seven. One quarter impulse. Take us behind that sixth planet."
"Aye sir." Rayna acknowledged, making the navigational adjustments with her long thin fingers. Her nails were painted to match the red of her uniform. "One quarter impulse."
"Ops," Rojac called to the gamma shift officer - whose name he had forgotten, "forward our destination to the Rapier and Eagle. Have them tail us. Notify Major Cortez and Lieutenant Major Shoa's Away Teams that they will need to be ready for transport in thirty."
"Aye sir." The young man nodded in reply before setting about his task.
Rojac tapped on his armrest for a few minutes while the sixth planet of the Kara System (the namesake of the Karador sector) grew larger on the view screen. It was a mezmerizing view that captivated Rojac's vision for a good long while. He watched the swirls of clouds withing the gas giant violently ebb and flow with destructive force. It was chaotic and powerful, much like the war the Federation was waging now. The young Captain began to think about what he was getting into - what he was leading his crew into - almost certain death.
Three ships were being sent to attack a suspected major supply base that was more than likely very heavily guarded. One built more for scout operations, one for more clandestine missions, and a third being the only one designated as a true battlecruiser. The romulans may be caught by surprise, but that means little when one is outnumbered. What would Rojac do if they encountered an entire wing of d'deridex warbirds? Or maybe a flotilla of thalaron equipped cruisers? Could the Chimera really expect to prevail with those odds?
Rojac's deliberations were halted by the sultry announcement from Lt. Dior. "We're in position Captain. Time is 0855 hours."
The Captain nodded, and tapped the ship-wide calm. "All hands, this is the Captain speaking. We have arrived in position at the Karador sector. All alpha shift personnel will now report to their primary stations. Beta shift personnel will report to their designated support positions. Delta and Gamma are on stand-by. All senior staff report to your stations. Fighter wing is on scramble alert." He paused for a moments to check his chronometer. "We will go to Red Alert in thirty minutes. Good luck. Rojac out."
He ended the transmission and looked around at the young gamma shift as they prepared to go off duty. Their faces looking scared as they signed off on their shift reports. Rojac wondered if they had picked up on his own misgivings, and decided then to show nothing but confidence during the remaining hours of the operation. His senior staff slowly reported in their positions as they arrived on duty. The Chimera was preapring for battle, and it was going to be a deadly one.
[End Log]
Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C
Commanding Officer
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C
