[Ready Room - Deck One - USS Chimera NCC 96899-C]
Captain Cropa Rojac crossed the threshold to his Ready Room somewhat relieved the Chimera had survived their recent confrontation. He let out a long breath that he felt he had been holding for the past hour. It was exasperating.
Behind his desk the master systems display showed blinking red areas on the ship's layout where damage had been reported. The whole area surrounding the port impulse drive was a splash of crimson, reminiscent of the vital wound the romulan torpedoes had dealt to the ship. Any further confrontations would necessitate a change in tactics for ROjac and his crew; tactics that Rojac was not as fond of.
As a tactician, Rojac had always preferred unexpected, close-quarters starship combat of a more swashbuckling fashion. His instructors at the Academy and Special Forces training schools often accused him of trying to dogfight with a capital ship. They may have disapproved ideologically, but they had to hand it to him when he aced each and every simulation they threw at him. This history was part of the reason he held Major Xerxes as a tactical officer for so long - her strategies were heavily influenced by her time as a fighter pilot, and they were familiar to Rojac's own. But when she wished to return to her first love - piloting - he coul dnot hold her back.
Rojac turned from the MSD and approached his desk. He tapped on it's surface and, after internal sensors confirmed his biometrics, its internal systems sprung to life with data to show an active LCARS display. As promised, LtCmdr Montesque had a link ready to communicate with the Eagle. Rojac took a seat, and typed in his codes.
"Captain Rojac to the USS Eagle." He declared.
His hail sat in the air for several minutes until the young captain raised a questioning eyebrow. "Rojac to Eagle. Do you read me?"
Again, his call came unanswered.
"Well this is hardly the time for a techinical malfunction." He declared to the empty room. Frustrated he tapped his combadge. "Rojac to Montesque. Commander, why am I not getting through to the Eagle? Are we on the right encryption?"
The communiations officer was quick in his reply. +Yes sir. The communications encryption is matched to those agreed upon before commencement of the operation. I'm running a diagnostic.+
Rojac crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair.
+Sir, you are connected to the Eagle's communications system, but no one is answering on the other line.+
A look of concern crept over the Captain's face.
+Shall I keep trying sir?+
"Yes." Rojac said, leaning forward now. "Try and get a hold of your counterpart aboard. Notify me of any changes. Rojac out."
He ended the transmission and stared as the spining emblem of the Katana-B class USS Eagle. It depicted a magestic bird of prey clutching a bundle of arrows in one of its talons, and an olive branch in the other. It symbolized the vessels mission of fighting for the purpose of peace; a hard battle to win to say the least. Expecting the worst Rojac declared his next orders to the ships computer.
"Computer, Command override of communications acceptance protocols. Authorization Rojac-Alpha-Seven."
[Command codes accepted.]
"Computer, open a visual channel to the bridge, USS Eagle."
The computer immediately complied, and showed the horrific image without compassion. The bridge looked pristine, undisturbed and fully functional; the only thing disturbing the sanctity of the room wre the puddles of ash and cloth of the officers that once commanded the valiant vessel. Rojac gaped in surprise at the scence and covered his open mouth at the sight of the distrubing image. His eyes caught a blinking red light on the auxiliary security station at the rear of the bridge: it was an intruder alert.
"Computer, set remote self-detonation protocols on the USS Eagle. Authorization Rojac-Alpha-Seven. Silent countdown, thirty seconds."
[Order acknowledged. The USS Eagle will self-destruct in thirty seconds, there will be no further auditory warnings.]
Rojac stood abruptly and headed for the door, leaving the communication lines open - knowing that the ships computer would save any records of the transmission. His entrance onto the bridge was abrupt, and his list of orders stormed from his mouth.
"Vaughn, have your people get a shuttle prepped for departure in shuttlebay one, stat." He ordered the Operations Chief, walking past Major Walters he said, "Major, I need all senior staff in the conference room five minutes ago."
"What's going on?" Walters asked, concerned.
"The Eagle's been compromised. We need to get our Teams off now." The Captain replied, not erring in his determined stride. He called back as his back exited through the closing rear entry, "Conference Room, now!"
Behind his desk the master systems display showed blinking red areas on the ship's layout where damage had been reported. The whole area surrounding the port impulse drive was a splash of crimson, reminiscent of the vital wound the romulan torpedoes had dealt to the ship. Any further confrontations would necessitate a change in tactics for ROjac and his crew; tactics that Rojac was not as fond of.
As a tactician, Rojac had always preferred unexpected, close-quarters starship combat of a more swashbuckling fashion. His instructors at the Academy and Special Forces training schools often accused him of trying to dogfight with a capital ship. They may have disapproved ideologically, but they had to hand it to him when he aced each and every simulation they threw at him. This history was part of the reason he held Major Xerxes as a tactical officer for so long - her strategies were heavily influenced by her time as a fighter pilot, and they were familiar to Rojac's own. But when she wished to return to her first love - piloting - he coul dnot hold her back.
Rojac turned from the MSD and approached his desk. He tapped on it's surface and, after internal sensors confirmed his biometrics, its internal systems sprung to life with data to show an active LCARS display. As promised, LtCmdr Montesque had a link ready to communicate with the Eagle. Rojac took a seat, and typed in his codes.
"Captain Rojac to the USS Eagle." He declared.
His hail sat in the air for several minutes until the young captain raised a questioning eyebrow. "Rojac to Eagle. Do you read me?"
Again, his call came unanswered.
"Well this is hardly the time for a techinical malfunction." He declared to the empty room. Frustrated he tapped his combadge. "Rojac to Montesque. Commander, why am I not getting through to the Eagle? Are we on the right encryption?"
The communiations officer was quick in his reply. +Yes sir. The communications encryption is matched to those agreed upon before commencement of the operation. I'm running a diagnostic.+
Rojac crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair.
+Sir, you are connected to the Eagle's communications system, but no one is answering on the other line.+
A look of concern crept over the Captain's face.
+Shall I keep trying sir?+
"Yes." Rojac said, leaning forward now. "Try and get a hold of your counterpart aboard. Notify me of any changes. Rojac out."
He ended the transmission and stared as the spining emblem of the Katana-B class USS Eagle. It depicted a magestic bird of prey clutching a bundle of arrows in one of its talons, and an olive branch in the other. It symbolized the vessels mission of fighting for the purpose of peace; a hard battle to win to say the least. Expecting the worst Rojac declared his next orders to the ships computer.
"Computer, Command override of communications acceptance protocols. Authorization Rojac-Alpha-Seven."
[Command codes accepted.]
"Computer, open a visual channel to the bridge, USS Eagle."
The computer immediately complied, and showed the horrific image without compassion. The bridge looked pristine, undisturbed and fully functional; the only thing disturbing the sanctity of the room wre the puddles of ash and cloth of the officers that once commanded the valiant vessel. Rojac gaped in surprise at the scence and covered his open mouth at the sight of the distrubing image. His eyes caught a blinking red light on the auxiliary security station at the rear of the bridge: it was an intruder alert.
"Computer, set remote self-detonation protocols on the USS Eagle. Authorization Rojac-Alpha-Seven. Silent countdown, thirty seconds."
[Order acknowledged. The USS Eagle will self-destruct in thirty seconds, there will be no further auditory warnings.]
Rojac stood abruptly and headed for the door, leaving the communication lines open - knowing that the ships computer would save any records of the transmission. His entrance onto the bridge was abrupt, and his list of orders stormed from his mouth.
"Vaughn, have your people get a shuttle prepped for departure in shuttlebay one, stat." He ordered the Operations Chief, walking past Major Walters he said, "Major, I need all senior staff in the conference room five minutes ago."
"What's going on?" Walters asked, concerned.
"The Eagle's been compromised. We need to get our Teams off now." The Captain replied, not erring in his determined stride. He called back as his back exited through the closing rear entry, "Conference Room, now!"
[End Log]
Captain Cropa Rojac
Commandign Officer
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C
Commandign Officer
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C
