[USS Chimera] SD 240901.17. Personal Log: Commander Summers / newscaster (npc)

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***Rangi's Quarters * USS Chimera-C ***

It was late by the time Rangi had left sickbay. She had
crossed the reception area with a glance at the nurse on
duty behind the desk.
" Goodnight Commander." the young woman said " Goodnight."
Rangi had replied and glad to be heading back towards her
quarters, had walked to the turbo lift with tired steps.

Once inside she had requested the deck she required and had
leaned back against the wall as the lift sped on its way. It
was a short walk to her quarters and Rangi had tapped in the
code thankful to be home at last.
Feeling hungry but not feeling she could be bothered to cook
anything in the small kitchen so ordered a replicated meal
of fish and vegetables.

She switched on the news channel that had the best signal in
this region called EABC which was an Erassian channel but
she headed towards her bedroom leaving the meal untouched
and the undulating voice of the newscaster behind her.

{I'll call Shane later...} she thought,loosening her tunic {
.he might have more news about Martin...}
She roughly folded the uniform and dropped it onto a chair,
moving to the bathroom from where she emerged five minutes
later, wrapped in a towel and rubbing her hair dry.

The newscasters voice continued as a background noise to
which she paid little attention as she combed her damp hair
and slipped into pyjamas but as she reached for her robe
some words caught her attention and, frowning, she returned
to the main room and crossed to see the screen.

"I repeat again Alliance forces have signalled retreat and
are withdrawing from the defence of the Rios System after
twenty four days of solid fighting following the Romulan
invasion into the Rios System in the early hours of
Christmas Day 2408. Initial casualty estimates amongst
Alliance forces are unknown but are predicted to be high.
Casualties on the Romulan side are also expected to be high
due to fierce resistance from Alliance forces and defence
structures already in place. Whilst the Romulans may have
succeeded in taking control of the Rios system they have
paid a high price for their victory."

Rangi sank down onto the edge of the chair, absently pulling
the robes belt between her fingers.
{Christmas day} stuck in Rangi's mind and she wondered at
the choice of that date. How ironic or perhaps how
deliberate to choose the one day that most Federation people
revered as the time for peace and goodwill.

The newscaster looked behind her to the short dark clothed
man who was speaking into her ear.

"We have a breaking story coming through. It appears that
on the planet of New Geneva within the Federation there has
been a cataclysmic explosion involving the planetary power
generation plant situated within New Geneva City itself.
It is currently unknown whether the explosion was the result
of accidental failure or enemy action. Initial estimates
place casualties within the region..." The newscaster took
a deep breath before continuing "...they place casualties
within the region at around twenty million people."

"What?" Rangi breathed the words aloud
"..Twenty...million...people?"

For a moment it looked as thought the young newsreader
would cry for her eyes definitely glistened.
Rangi had seen her before and thought she was probably of
Betazoid extraction but now the fair complexion was deathly
pale.
{ Twenty million people} Rangi's left hand had pressed to
her throat but as the newsreader began to repeat the main
points again stressing Rios and Christmas Day and estimates,
Rangi reached forward to turn the programme off. The EABC
logo remained on the screen briefly before it too
disappeared.

Rangi stood up feeling shocked and after a few seconds
crossed the room to the replicator where the untouched meal
still lay ready for her but she pressed the recycle button,
wanting nothing to eat now and instead ordered a small glass
of water.

Later, after trying in vain to sleep, she would try to call
Shane but would not surprised when her efforts were in vain.


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End Log
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Commander Rangi Summers
CMO / 1st Task Force Medical Advisor
USS Chimera - C

Erassian Alliance Broadcasting Corporation Newscaster (NPC
Ixus)
Newscaster
EABC

[USS Chimera] SD 240901.16 || JL || Commo Guzman (1TF CO) & Capt Chisulo (1TF Tac) ||

[Commodore's Office - SB:234 UNITY]

Captain Tedros Chisulo strode into the antechamber of the
Taskforce commander's office. He nodded to the Lieutenant
behind the desk and approached the guarded doors. He nodded
toward each of the armed marines and saluted, "Watkins,
Garrison." Being the former deputy to Commodore, he had
close contact with his personal security detail. And being a
former marine nocom himself, he held a special connection.
being on duty, the marines could do little more than smirk

back and salute as the Captain approached the doors.

None was to get to the Task Force Commander unchecked – be
it the Commodore's deputy, his girl friend or an Admiral.
Pakosii knew Chisulo of course, but sometimes things were
different then they appeared. However … Chisulo was a high
ranking officer of the task force staff and it was enough to
do the basic scan only to allow him to see the Commodore.
Pakosii's console confirmed that Chisulo was indeed a
human and that he was unarmed. He could proceed.

Chisulo paused in front of Guzman's desk and snapped a
salute. "We have arrived safely, Commodore. But what we
found I feel requires further investigation."

"Welcome back, Captain" Shane said and offered his and
for a shake. "I am glad you made it back without any
accidents. Please take a seat and elaborate your findings"

Chisulo pulled out a report on a padd and handed it over to
the Commodore.  "It appears the Klingons are allowing the
Romulans to set up a mining colony on Narenda VIII, where
there is a large deposit of duranium on record. The cease
fire seems tentative under the orders of the Klingon General
in the area. Relations seem shaky at best over the comms we
were able to intercept."

Shane sighed: "An alliance between the Romulans and
Klingons is a horror scenario for us now. The Federation
cant fight them both and even an non-agression pact would be
quite a blow for our military ambitions. But I am curious
about this affair, since the last time Klingons cooperated
with Romulans was during the times of the last chancellor
succession and under the cloak of the Durass family. I
wonder if the past repeats".  Looking at Chisulo, Shane
asked: "Is there a way to learn more about the particular
Klingon General? Unofficially of course …"

"I have a KDF contact stationed at Khitomer that may have
information on the General." Chisulo replied.

Nodding, Shane said: "That's very fortunate. I hope you
agree with me on the matter that this affair is of high
importance for this war … and maybe all of the federation.
We need to learn whats true about the Klingon – Romulan
relation and all there whereabouts about their cooperation
on Narenda VIII."

"I understand, sir." Chisulo replied cooly.

"Unfortunately" Shane said, "we do not have a SFI or
SSFI unit on the UNITY, so we need to gather all this
information on our own. I know that gathering INTEL isn't
your job, Captain, but since you've been involved in this
matter and it's your contact … I'd like to charge you
with te investigation mission"

"I was hoping you would say that, Commodore." Chisulo replied with a nod.

Smiling, Shane replied: "Very well, Captain. For the time
being Colonel PontBrilliant covers most tactical and strat.
Ops operation in our sector and our ships are in good hands
… so please don't worry about the Task Force."

"Aye, sir."

"You need a good vessel for your mission and I think the
Qashqai would do very well here, but unfortunately I
assigned her to Commander Omsford for some other mission.
Check with flight control here, but I doubt you will find
anything better then a cloaked Warhammer runabout available."

"With a few modifications to the payload, I believe the warhammer I used for the last mission will suffice." Chisulo replied.

"What support crew do you need, Captain?" Shane asked.

"A medic and an intelligence analyst should suffice, sir. Along with my Mission advisor, LtCmdr Faulkner." Chisulo reported. 

The Commodore scratched his chin before replying: "Agreed.
Please depart as soon as possible and get back with those
information once you have them. I wish you much luck in your
mission, Captain."

"Thank you, sir."

"If there is nothing else, then you are dismissed"

[End Log]

 

Commodore Shane Guzman

Commanding Officer

 

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Captain Tedros Chisulo

Tactical Advisor

 

SSF 1st Taskforce, SB 234: UNITY

[USS Chimera] 240901.16, Personal Log, Cdr Rick Rodgers

=Somewhere on Starbase Unity=

Rick was awake at least an hour and a half before his and Mai's
alarm went off. When he tried to go back to sleep, he couldn't.
So, he donned on his workout clothes, a T-shirt, jogging pants
and running shoes and went for a jog through the spacious
corridors of the starbase.

The thing about the past couple of months was that Rick, while
given a healthy diet, was unable to run and workout properly,
leading to what could only be considered "baby fat". It wasn't
much, and Mai said she couldn't even notice, but Rick could.

So, any chance he had to get back into shape, he took it.

Back when he was CEO of the starbase, he had developed a
route throughout the base that measured exactly five kilometers.
While he might not be able to run the entire five Ks today, he
had a pretty good idea how far he did run.

About a mile into his run, he got a pretty good pace going. Three
kilometers was certainly not out of the question. When Rick ran
around a corner, though, he felt as if he had hit a wall. He fell
back on his rear, trying to shake away the force of the impact.

"Watch where you're running, human," Rick looked up and saw
one of the largest klingons he had ever seen.

"Sorry, but you in my way," Rick said.

The klingon laughed.

"You talk funny," the klingon said.

"Well, you look funny," Rick replied, ignoring those nagging
thoughts that were telling him to shut up.

The klingon grunted at him.

Rick grunted back.

Those nagging thoughts were now screaming at him.

The klingon knelt down and grabbed Rick by the collar of his
shirt, lifting him from his sitting position and into the air. Rick's
feet couldn't even reach the deck.

Rick prepared to defend himself. While he was an engineer, he
was also a SSF officer. For some reason, though, his mind picked
that moment to black out on him.

When Rick recovered a couple of minutes later, he was back down
on the deck, staring up at what had to be an angel.

"Am I dead?" Rick asked.

"I don't think so," the angel replied, offering Rick a hand to help
him stand.

When Rick finally stood, he looked to his right and saw the klingon
laying on the deck, apparently knocked out.

"I know I not do that," Rick muttered.

"No, I did," the angel responded with a smile.

Rick got a better look at the angel, who turned out to be a beautiful
katarian woman.

"Thanks," Rick said.

"No problem. I was in the area and saw that you were in trouble.
You apparently fainted."

"I not faint. I black out. First time it ever happened. Not unexpected."

"Faint, black out. No matter."

"I Rick, by the way. Command ... commander Rick Rodgers," Rick
offered a hand.

"I'm Denaria," she said, shaking the offered hand. "I've got to go.
Security should be by shortly to take care of him," she nodded to the
klingon.

She turned to walk away.

"Wait, I want to thank you."

She turned her head to Rick, "You just did."

"No, thank you right. Drink or something."

"No need. In fact, just pretend that you never saw me, and that will
be thanks enough.

With that, she disappeared around a corner. Rick considered following
her, but decided against it. Just then, a couple of security crewman
arrived.


Commander Rick Rodgers
Engineering Officer
Starbase Unity

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[USS Chimera] SD: 240901.15 Unity Duty Log 2ndLt. Nyx

=/\= Arboretum =/\=

Mnemosyme sat under one of the various species of trees; looking at the notes on her padd.  She need to update Dr. Jacobs on Lapin and was trying to decide how she wanted everything ordered before beginning.  She let her fingers beat out a rapid rhythm on the device ignoring those who walked by when she normally might have watched them for a bit and then guessed at their stories to keep up with the profiling class she had taken in the military. 

 

She looked  at the bruises that were already beginning to fade from just a couple of hours ago. 

 

TO: Dr. Stephen Jacobs

FROM: 2ndLt. Mnemosyme Nyx

 

RE: Lt. Dennis Lapin

 

After upping the lieutenant's dosage of fetalbenzenate from 5mg to 10mg, we have already made a few improvements.  Lieutenant Lapin has finally remembered that his grandfather owned a merchant ship that traveled in our current quadrant which was part of the reason he was place on the USS Artemis.  He doesn't remember where his father worked yet or the he grew up in New Geneva.

 

The mention of Romulans used to just agitate him a bit or perhaps his counselor was only asking easy questions, but if the mention of Romulans or Romulus or even war comes up several times Lapin becomes agitated and then begins to revert to the fetal position ... as if he's trying to hold something in almost.

 

Nym read over the abbreviated report and giving a small sigh sent the update and closed the files and then turn the padd off.  She set it on the ground beside her and flipped her braid over her shoulder.  The bruises from where Cadet Carmichael had squeezed her to stop her pleasant inquiries of "have you ever seen a Romulan" or "..been in a war" and "where did grow up, again"; were now only a pale bluish.  {It isn't odd to have those asked in rapid succession... is it?}  She shrugged at her own internal.  She laid on the cool grass, hoping it would make her feel cooler as her temp seemed to be up a bit.

 

=/\= End Log =/\=

 

2nd Lieutenant Mnemosyme Nyx

Jr. Counselor

SB 234 - Unity

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[USS Chimera] 240901.15 Unity Duty Log 2ndLt. Nyx

=/\= Psychiatric Ward - Private Counseling Room 5 =/\=

Mnemosyme sat in the room and waited for Luke to arrive to outline the plan for this counseling session as she remember part of their conversation from the day before. 

 

{"You just can't go and take over," Luke said sternly but hoped not to upset the patient. 

 

Nym smiled at Lt. Lapin, "I'll be right back," she motioned for Luke to follow her to where they could have a bit more of a private conversation.  When they were just in sight of the patient Mnemosyme turned around and quietly said, "I'm not just taking over, the order have been changed and I didn't see you earlier and I want to change the regiment starting today with the medication."

 

"Would it have been so hard to come and find me," Luke paused for a moment and then asked, "Did Jacobs say what I was doing wrong?"

 

"You're not doing anything wrong it just needs to be tweaked a bit," she respond and flashed the young counselor a smile.  }

 

Her daydreaming was over as the door hissed open and the other counselor walked in.  "Ok, we upped the medication yesterday from 5mg to 10mg and he's had the same dose again today.  Since you have the better relationship with the Lieutenant I'd like you to conduct the counseling session but you are going to direct him to a topic of my choosing," Nym quickly recapped and sketched out what the next hour would entail. Luke nodded his agreement and she continued, " I want to be present so that I can begin to build a rapport with Dennis as well.  I want you to ask him about the USS Artemis and specifically if they engaged Romulans."

 

"I can't do that .."Luke practically shouted at her and continued, "any time he hears anything about Romulans he seems to get agitated.

 

"You have to."

 

"NO...," Luke said coolly.

 

"Yes," Mnemosyme said quietly as Lapin was ushered in by a nurse.

 

=/\= End Log =/\=

 

2ndLt. Mnemosyme Nyx

Jr. Counselor

SB 234 - Unity

 

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[USS Chimera] SD: 240901.15 Back Log || Commencement - Part One ||

 

SD: 240812.18
 
***EAS Hermes***
 
Ambassador Alecto Ayanami wearily submitted to the security checks before boarding the EAS Hermes currently docked at Starbase 234: Unity.  The two Erassian soldiers guarding the entrance to the umbilical port waved her through after confirming her identity.  As soon as she was through the next set of security checks she saw General Ivanov waiting on her.  "You're six days late Alecto."
 
Alecto dismissed the comment and proceeded to hand over the item she had been sent to retrieve.  It was a small everyday isolinear memory chip of Erassian manufacture.  "They were onto us, they really didn't want this chip getting out.  I was lucky to get out with this at all."
 
Viktor looked it over "And Agents Windsong and Raindrop, what happened to them?"  He enquired using the codenames of the Intelligence Agents who had originally obtained the information.
 
Alecto simply shook her head in reply.  They hadn't survived.  She looked across at the Alpha Generation Hybrid before her who had plugged the chip into a padd and was studying it intently.  The information contained on that chip was priceless in it's ability to save many lives.  It was far too valuable for to have been simply transmitted to central command.  Viktor sighed deeply and pressed a button on his watch.
 
::TAPS::  Ivanov to Main Bridge.  Prepare a high level encryption microburst to Central Command.  Priority Level Ultra Black. ::TAPS::
 
::TAPS::  Understood General.  Message? ::TAPS::
 
::TAPS::  Authorisation Ivanov Obsidian 98749271 Omega.  Initiate Falling Ivory. ::TAPS::
 
::TAPS::  Message sent General.  ::TAPS::
 
"We cant save everyone can we?" Alecto asked slowly.
 
"No." Was the reply. "We depart in twenty minutes. Go back to your quarters and resume business as usual."
 
"Do you want me to ask Guzman for help?  And what do you think was meant by distractions?" She said slowly wondering at the outcome.
 
Viktor shook his head sadly.  "By the time Starfleet put together an effective sized Task Force it would already be too late...besides they have so many leaks at the moment the Romulans would only move quicker.  Distractions usually means them playing shadow games or raids along some other point on the border but we don't have the resources to do anything about it."  Before Alecto could say anything else Viktor turned and walked off in the direction of the Main Bridge leaving her alone.
  

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SD: 240812.24
 
***New Geneva***
 
Technician Quentin Peterson allowed himself to yawn for the third time in the space of a few minutes.  He was bored out of his mind waiting for his shift to end.  He checked his panel again looking for any signs of power spikes in the huge central fusion reactor pointedly ignoring the small fake christmas tree that was sitting on his desk.  Christmas Eve and he was stuck working.  Then again he had no family and few friends so to him it was just another day.  Personally he didn't know why he was still working here in this mind numbing job living in a city where the news centred around feel good stories rather than what was going on in the galaxy on a planet which was significant for having no significance.  At least it was nearing the end of his shift...to think that upon leaving school he had been excited about getting a job here in the Central Power Station the so called pride of the city which housed some 20,000,000 people, working out to about 96% of the planets population.
 
In the background he could hear the soundtrack being broadcast over the tannoys begin it's third repetition of assorted christmas songs.  The first song the same as the previous two loops was Silent Night.  Suddenly the lighting went red and his eyes snapped back to his panel.  "Power levels are increasing exponentially!" He shouted.  Around him the cries rang out as he furiously typed in the commands for an emergency reactor shutdown he couldn't really be sure but he was sure he heard his own voice more than once.
 
"We're being hacked!"
 
"Main systems non responsive...switching to backups!"
 
"Main firewall is breached!  Initiating partition subroutines"
 
"Shit! It's no use the secondary systems are being overrun too switch to manual."
 
"We're completely locked out we have no access.  We need to close all the Deuterium injectors by hand."
 
Quentin abandoned the futile efforts to shut the reactor down through the computer system a drip of cold sweat dripping down his back as he caught sight of the power level indicators reaching the red level from the corner of his eyes.  He pounded down the corridor an started pulling at the manual shut down valve on the nearest deuterium injector.
 
It was inevitably typical with some fifty odd fail-safes built in to the automated system that the very last option an old fashioned manual valve would be overlooked in the regular maintenance.  The last hope for 20,000,000 people and it was rusted shut.
 
Out in the shopping districts of the city Christmas shoppers bustled about buying last minute gifts, listening to the carol singers and enjoying the lavish decorations put up in the busy areas of the city.  They barely had time to react to the blinding flash.  Those in the outer districts may have survived long enough to see the huge burning mushroom cloud form towering above the city, crackling with massive bolts of lightning.
 
New Geneva City home to all the main interplanetary subspace relays and planetary communications hubs was decimated in a huge blaze of heat, light and destruction.  Twenty million people dead in an instant and the world of New Geneva fell silent.  Perhaps the ultimate irony which would never be known was the events of this night all played out to the tune of Silent Night.
 
In orbit a single cloaked Tal'Shiar Warbird departed from the silent world moving away to its next destination and mission.  
  

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End of Part One
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Ambassador Alecto Ayanami
Erassian Alliance Ambassador
SB 234: Unity
 
General Viktor Ivanov
Fleet CO
EAS Hermes
 
Technician Quentin Peterson (NPC)

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[USS Chimera] SD 240901.15 SB Unity. Duty log: Stephen Jacobs Ch.Counsellor

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*** Turpins' Snack Bar * SB Unity ***

Stephen was seated at the table next to his usual one. It
was slightly removed from the window but from his position
he had a good view of the promenade.
It was lunchtime and he was eating a chicken mayo sandwich,
taking the opportunity not only of satisfying his appetite
but also of engaging in one of his favourite
pastimes...people watching.

He bit into the thick bread and chewed slowly, enjoying the
taste of his meal but his eyes followed two figures as they
made their way along the populated promenade.
The taller of two was the Commodore and to all appeareances
he seemed to be alone, striding purposefully along in an
easy pace but he wasn't.

Stephens eyes flicked to a second figure, dressed as a
civilian who followed a short distance behind, far enough
away not to draw attention to himself but close enough to
act. He was a body guard.

Stephen wondered how many others there were mingling in the
crowd and thought at least another one or even two but
wherever they were, they remained inconspicuous.
His eyes remained on the Commodore until he was lost to view
and Stephen dabbed his lips with a gingham napkin.
He would have liked to talk again with the Commodore and
planned to once the opportunity presented itself but now,
with the situation as it was, he knew the appointment would
have to come through Pakosii if it came at all.

He sat back on his chair and glanced around the snackbar
which was fairly full given the time of day.
A minority of the customers were civillians but the general
talk was of the war.
Few there had now escaped untouched either by personal
experience or by knowing someone with it.The mood was not as
lighthearted as it used to be which was understandable but
somewhat dampened the people watching experience.

Stephen opened the scruffy holdall, placed on the vacant
chair next to him and took out a padd. There were two
reports from Mnemosyme which had arrived yesterday
afternoon, well within the time limit he had given her.
He read them through.

To the first report he merely replied. 'Keep me informed.'

He got to his feet and weaving his way past three tables,
made his way to the counter where he asked for a black
coffee.It took a half minute until the cup was handed to him
then he returned to his chair.
The second report lay open on the padd and Stephen made his
reply, a small uplift to the corners of his mouth belying
his thoughts.
His reply was brief, just three words and he pressed 'send',
closed the padd and dropped it back into his holdall before
lifting the cup and sipping the strong black liquid.

When Nym checked the replies she would read the same for
both reports. 'Keep me informed'

*** End Log ***

Stephen Jacobs
Chief Counsellor
SB Unity

[USS Chimera] SD 240901.15 Duty Log, Cmdr Trzetrzelewska (XO)

= Main Brig =

"No one is to come in or out of this holding area until I say so, is that understood?" Natalia said to the guard as she approached the holding where the Romulan prisoner was kept.

The guard quickly nodded his understanding. "Yes Commander," he said.

"Good. Now please open the door," she said.

The guard opened the door to the holding area and Natalia stepped inside. There were two cells inside the area, one of which was occupied by the remaining Romulan and guarded by two marine noncoms. Looking at the two guards, she simply said. "Out."

They looked at each other and the one hesitated before he spoke. "Uh... ma'am, we're not supposed to leave the–"

"I said out!" she repeated, pointing towards the door. The guards almost jumped and did as they were told. The prisoner just sat quietly, watching the situation. When the door closed Natalia stepped closer to the forcefield.

"Stand up, please," the XO said, looking at the prisoner. He had a somewhat calm look on his face. "What is your name?"

"I am Terrh," he replied pointedly.

"Is that all?" she asked, suspecting that it probably wasn't his real name. "No rank?"

"My rank is not important, Commander," Terrh replied.

"I see," Natalia said, watching him closely. "Why don't tell me about the Unificationists?"

"The Unificationists are a group of Romulans who chose to follow then-Ambassador Spock's ideals of reuniting Vulcans and Romulans," he explained. "There were many in Romulus at that time who felt it could be done, even one or two Sub-Senators. Of course with the Reman assassination of the Romulan Senate, all those hopes were dashed... but there remained those of us who beleived it was still possible for Vulcans and Romulans to coexist peacefully. Spock had passed on the teachings of Surak secretly to many 'disciples'. Those teachings were kept secret among the Unificationists and passed down to new disciples through the decades. As the Tal'Shiar claimed more and more control over the Senate, we decided it was best to stay underground."

"As I recall, the last time Ambassador Spock talked about Unification, Commander Sela tried to invade Vulcan by force," Natalia said. "You wouldn't maybe have anything to do with the war, would you?"

"We don't believe in violence, Commander," Terrh said, shaking his head. "Unificationists believe there is a peaceful way to resolve our differences."

"Romulans, peaceful... I never thought I'd hear those two words in the same sentence," she said under her breath.

= End Log =

Commander Natalia Trzetrzelewska
Executive Officer
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

[USS Chimera] 240901.15, Personal Log, Cdr Rick Rodgers

OOC>> I don't know if the Qashqai has been deployed or not.
If she has, then please ignore this log. :)


=Jo Weathersby's Quarters=
=U.S.S. Qashqai=
=Docked at Starbase Unity=


Chief Petty Officer Jo Weathersby sat on the bottom bunk of her
cramped quarters. Well, at least she considered them her quarters.
She had requested months ago, prior to the war, to be able to
move on board the Qashqai so she could spend more time working
on the ship's systems.

Now she sat, reading a PADD and drinking from a bottle of brandy.

"Mind if I join you?" Rick asked, his head appearing around the
open door.

Jo looked up and smiled.

"Sure, take a seat," Jo said.

Since there wasn't much room, Rick sat on the bunk next to her.

"How was your first day back?" she asked.

"Annoying. Feel useless," Rick replied, grabbing the bottle from her
and taking a long swig.

"The only time I've ever seen you drink was that time before your
wedding in Oakland when you were nervous," Jo said, taking the
bottle back. "Are you nervous about something now?"

"No. Wasn't nervous then," Rick said. "Just need drink."

"Well, I've got a good bottle of scotch around here somewhere," Jo
said, looking around her quarters.

Rick again grabbed the bottle of brandy and took another drink, "No,
this will do."

"Suit yourself," she replied. "So, how is it working for that bitc ... I
mean Commander Utley."

"Don't know. Only talk to her once," Rick said, handing the bottle back
to Jo. "Don't think she glad to see me. Probably not like me."

"That's why I stay on Qashqai as often as possible," Jo said, then a
smile appeared across her face. "Hey, you could come work for me. I
could get you transferred. It would be great having you here."

"No thanks," Rick said, again taking the bottle.

"Why not?"

"Not good idea," Rick then took another drink.

"Do you have a problem working for me?" she asked. "I mean, after all,
you did get me this job in the first place."

Rick shook his head.

"Not that. Just ..."

"You miss being the chief engineer, don't you?" she asked.

"Not think I would. Thought being engineer enough. But now, something
missing. Feel like I not needed here ... or anywhere," Rick said. "I feel
... I feel lost."

"Well, it is just your first day back. I'm sure something will come along
and you will be more than busy."

"Maybe ..." Rick said.

They sat quietly and worked on finishing off the bottle. They talked about
the war and the people they knew who were killed or seriously injured.
They talked about her current lack of a relationship and Rick's future
child.

About twenty minutes later, Rick pulled himself out of the bunk. It was
a struggle because he was a bit intoxicated.

"Gotta go. Mai expecting me for dinner," Rick said. "You welc ... you welc
... welcome to join us."

"Nah, I'm going to finish off this novel and try to get some sleep tonight,"
she replied.

"OK. See you later," Rick said.

She just nodded as Rick turned and walked out of the room. Jo sighed as
she returned her focus to her novel.


Commander Rick Rodgers
Engineering Officer
Starbase Unity

and

Chief Petty Officer Jo Weathersby (npc by Rick)
Chief Engineer
U.S.S. Qashqai

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[USS Chimera] SD 240901.14 Duty Log Lieutenant Junior Grade Tom Jardan (CSEC) & Master Chief Heath Johnson(MAA)

*** Sickbay***   " Ok. After you beam aboard, you will need to split your team three ways to cover the entrance to the beam in area.....Once you have cleared the area, I would recommend leaving one team in reserve and leading out with the other two. Have you run some simulations?" Tommy and Johnson were checking the scematics delivered earlier. Johnson already had a plan, but wanted tommy's input and advice.   " Yes, sir. and I already have my team leaders, Gordon and Cloudwalker. If you approve..." Tommy nodded his head," Good choices. how many others on your team?" Johnson consulted his notes. " 12 total sir. And 4 more ready to beam in if necessary."   Tommy smiled in satisfaction.( Johnson has it in order.) aloud he asked, " And now to other matters. Why is Adams hovering near me? What's going on?" Johnson laughed." He got to meet our Captain and he decided to speak before thinking. Rojac chewed him to pieces, then assigned him as acting Chief. And, as soon as your released, he is to be your, um, lapdog if I heard rojac correctly." ( Oh no already ?) thought Tommy frowning. He had been hoping to speak with Adams about his tendecies to act first and get permission later, and his tedecy to speak his mind disregarding disclipline, but now it was too late.   Tommy straighten up as best he could and nodded to Johnson." Well, time for Adams to grow up and be an officer. I will speak to him while he's not busy and ask him to...try being more discreet. Where is he, by the way?" Johnson said, " he is in the brig speaking with one of the Romulans, sir. Apparently he is claiming to be a follower of President Spock. From his days as an ambassidor. Also against orders, sir." Tommy frowned again.(Dammit Adams what are you trying to prove?) Tommy gave his orders. " Alright, get your teams into position. And get Adams out of the brig at once. Tell him if he doesn't, He join them on the other side, as a prisoner. And, good luck." Johnson nodded once and left the room.   End Log Lieutenant Junior Grade Tom Jardan Chief of Security USS Chimera-C & Master Chief Heath Johnson Master-at-Arms USS Chimera-C

[USS Chimera] || SB 234: UNITY || SD 240901.14 Joint Duty Log, Science Advisor & temp. Engineering Advisor & CO, Cmdr. Bren Ohmsford & Commo. Shane Guzman

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====== Task Force command office, SB 234: UNITY
======

When the computer announced that Commander Ohmsford was
officially transferred to the 1st Task Force staff,
Lieutenant Pakosii knew what he ad to do. The Commodore
already asked him about Ohmsford twice, but unless the
Commander was officially part of the Task Force staff, he
could do next to nothing. But now ... Ohmsford was under the
Commodore's command and his aide contacted him immediately.

"Task Force Command, Lieutenant Pakosii to Commander
Ohmsford" he activated the comm.

Bren still fast asleep when the call came through from
Commodore Guzman's office and he was startled half to death
by the voice of Lieutenant Pakosii coming through his
commbadge. Grumbling, he reached for his nightstand and
almost knocked off a framed holograph reaching for his
badge.

"Ohmsford here," he croaked, rubbing his eyes.

"Commander, please report to Commodore Guzman as soon as
possible. He has been asking about you two times already"

"I'll be right there," Bren replied as he sat bolt upright.
He jumped out of bed and into the bathroom like lightning.
For the last few weeks he'd been busy overseeing the refits
to the Rapier after the launch of the Chimera and as a
result hadn't been able to officially take over his duties
as Science Advisor yet.

Ten minutes later Bren arrived at the Commodore's office
looking clean and coiffed; he'd gotten used to being woken
up and needing to be ready in two minutes. "Lieutenant,"
Bren greeted Pakosii as he approached his desk. "Commander
Ohmsford to see Commodore Guzman."
Pakosii nodded. He was used to see folks wanting to speak
with the Commodore in worse shape, so he said plainly: "The
Commodore is awaiting you, Commander. Please proceed" The
stern looking marines made the way into Shane's office free,
but all their weapons remained unsheathed and ready to fire.

"Thank you, Lieutenant," Bren said and walked ahead into the
Commodore's office. "Commodore Guzman, good to see you
again."

"Welcome, Commander" Shane called standing from his chair.
"Please take a seat. I was already wondering what happened
to you when I did not meet you earlier … "

"Thanks," Bren said as he took the seat the Commodore
offered. "Sorry about that... R&D had one last task for me
to perform and it kept me busy longer than I expected."

Nodding, Shane said: "Well, there is very little of free
time for anyone here. You've sure noticed that we have far
more work and open positions then actual crew. That's a
point I'd like to discuss wit you."

"Yes," Bren replied. "The war has been taking a noticeable
toll and many officers have been reassigned and redeployed."

"My point is" Shane started, "that I know that you're the
same science officer then an engineer and I am in dire need
for both specialists in the task force. You are officially
the science advisor, but I'd like to offer you a temporary
position of the engineering advisor as well"

Bren nodded. With the war in full swing, Science was taking
somewhat of a backseat and engineers were always wanted. "I
accept; what would you like me to focus on?"

Shane smiled: "Well … your top priority would be to
salvage an old ship yard nearby, make it functional again,
allocate the resources and coordinate the building queue
with SSF Command … and, of course, be in charge of the
ship yard facility."

"Sounds like fun," Bren grinned. He had initially thought
that when he was redeployed to 1st Task Force things might
be too quiet for his liking, but from the looks of things
he'd be just as busy... just with less paperwork to do and
more hands-on projects. "Where is the shipyard located."

"That shipyard is located 3 light years away from here, near
an abandoned fleet outpost. That outpost was abandoned 40
years ago cause some accident and the attached yard was
never used before. According my data, it's up to 95%
finished, but outdated with 50 years old technology. It's a
small ship yard, able to produce runabouts and small ships
up to the defiant class, but since it was somewhat
experimental when build, some of the technology could still
be usable even now-a-day"

"Would you like to keep it where it is or tow it here?" Bren
asked. "Having it be close to Unity should make it easier to
defend and readily accessible. I suspect we'll be seeing a
lot of ships coming by for repairs in foreseeable future."

"Thant's exactly my point." Shane said, "we do not
have enough defense facilities to protect both the UNITY and
the yard, so we need the yard to be towed here. We talk
about defenses later – once the yard is here. For now, I
am more concerned about the productive capacity of the ship
yard. A yard is of little use if it can not produce spare
parts for damaged ships … what can we do here?"

"Unity has some excellent industrial replicators, and maybe
R&D can spare us a large scale replicator," Bren mused.
"I'll twist a few arms. It shouldn't be too much of a task
to update the old shipyard. The system is full of resources
as well."

"True. For now we have enough resources … thanks to
Commander Terek. Of course, we need to watch the resources
stream line closely, cause I think we will be soon short of
resources … cause all the repairs we surely will have to
perform."

Shane paused and said: "All, right, let's call this
point a day. Take the Qashqai and bring me the sip yard
here. If you need support or escort ships, let operations
know, I am sure Colonel PontBrilliant will spare some ships
for you. You're dismissed!"

====== End of log ======

Cmdr. Bren Ohmsford
Science Advisor & temp. Engineering Advisor
1st Task Force, SSF Command

&

Commo. Shane Guzman
CO, SB 234: UNITY
CO, 1st Task Force, SSF Command

[USS Chimera] SD: 240901.14 Personal Log Lt. Kroitzer with Ensign Hopeler

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=/\= Hopeler/Kroitzer Quarters =/\=

Mimi had gotten back first and had decided to fix a celebratory meal
for Gustav as he was doing such a good job with his rehabilitation.
She'd tidied the place up and then set the table with an emerald green
cloth and then glass plates edged with silver.  She placed the silver
candlestick holders in the middle of the table as she checked the
time.  {Oh, I hope I get this done before he gets back.}

With the table set, she moved into the bedroom to change from her
uniform to something more comfortable. She flipped through the things
in her closet and settled on a purple silk wrap around dress.  She
laid the dress on the bed with the matching bra and panty set and went
to take a shower.

Gustav had left his latest rehab session, which started to focus on
the fine motor control of his arm, the nurse had made him start off
lifting larger objects like cups and glasses without breaking them
with the items getting smaller and smaller finishing with pens and
pencils, which at the end he had just managed to do, but only just.

He still wasn't used to the new arm it felt… odd… out of place, it
looked much like his natural arm he even had most of the feelings back
that he did, the only exception was constant mild pins and needles
right where the arm joins onto his body he would have to see the Docs
about that.

As he turned the corner of the corridor and reproached the quarters
that he shared with his lover who had told him before the rehab
session that when he comes back to ring the bell and wait outside
until she gets him.

When the door chimed, Mimi was just lifting her dress off the bed.
She checked the time and figured it was Gustav.  At least she hoped it
was as she took the dress and slipped it over one shoulder.  At the
door she slipped her other arm in the dress, as she press the button
to open the door.   "Gustav?"

"Yes" was Gustav's only reply

Her gaze locked on to his as she looked up from pulling the belt of
the dress to loosely close it.  Her tongue darted out to wet her
suddenly dry lips.

Gustav noticed that Mimi wasn't quite fully dressed, so he put his
hands on her hips, a little clumsily with his right one, and gently
pushed her back into the quarters, once in he leant down and gave her
a passionate kiss.

She lost track of her thoughts when he kissed her like that and the
mental list she had been running through instantly disappeared.  His
right hand had seemed almost crushing when the kiss started but
somewhere during it the grip had become gentler and more natural, but
at the same time seemed to hold her more firmly to him.  As their lips
parted her eyes fluttered open to meet his.  "Good day?"

"Yup, you could say that" he said with a smile on his face, he stepped
back and looked at the almost fully dressed Mimi and asked while
raising one eyebrow "what's the occasion?"

"You," she said warmly and finished belting the wrap around dress
shut.  "Go get a shower while I finish up," she suggested but the
gleam in Gustav's eye said something else.

Gustav smiled and without saying a word he playfully picked her up and
carried her into the bathroom with him and straight into the shower.

"What do you think you're doing?  Shouldn't you be taking it easy?"

In a reply to her question Gustav turned the water on while bending
down to kiss her again with even more passion than the last one.

Mimi fell into his kiss and started to work the plastered silk from
her skin as they continued to kiss.

Gustav helped Mimi out of her dress with his left hand while he
started to remove his shirt with his right, unfortunately with his
mind on other things he ended up ripping his shirt off instead.

There was a small pause in the festivities with the sound of ripping
material.  Seeing that is was his shirt, Mimi pressed a kiss to his
now bare chest and moved her hands to his waist band to continue to
remove their clothing.  She looked up into his face and was enveloped
in his embrace and another of his kisses.

With Mimi's dress removed Gustav reached around her back and fumbled a
bit while trying to remove her bra with his left hand {this seemed a
lot easier with my right hand} finally managing to unhook the clasp
and letting it fall to the shower floor.

He then started to place small kisses on Mimi's face starting with her
forehead then the tip of her nose moving on to her lips, he lingered
there a little longer than the first to before going down to her chin,
he repeated this moving down her body hooking his thumbs under panty
line moving them slowly down with Mimi finally stepping out of them.

Mimi had only managed to unfasten Gustav's pants before his
ministrations made her move her hands to his shoulders to keep her
balance.  As he moved lower her head fell back and her hands moved to
the wall for support.  She stayed like that as the sexual fog Gustav
had created eased away while he was busy removing the rest of his own
clothing.  As he finished, her gaze came to meet his, "I think your
idea was better than mine."

Gustav smiled back at her only saying "I'm glad" in response.
=/\= End Log =/\=

 

Lt. Gustav Kroitzer

DCEO

USS Chimera-C

 

Ensign Mimi Hopeler

Jr. Couns. 

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[USS Chimera] SD: 240901.14 Unity Duty Log 2ndLt.Nyx

=/\= Promenade - Cafe =/\=

Mnemosyme sat at a table over her lunch reading over the notes on her new case.  She shook her head a bit as she thought about what she wanted to put in her mandated report and what she wanted to try herself.  She pushed away her half eaten sandwich and drummed her fingers beside her glass of cola.  She loved how she could split the screen on her new padd between the file she wanted to reference and the report she was writing. 

 

To: Dr. Stephen Jacobs

From: 2ndLt. Mnemosyme Nyx

 

RE: Lt. Dennis Lapin

 

Mr. Lapin is a transfer from the USS Artemis form the Engineering department.  He is suffering from a case of amnesia.  His amnesia showed up after his ship was engaged by the Romulans.  DNA and blood tests proved that the lieutenant was not only the engineer he was believed to be but that he was also human as his medical files indicate.  No longer fearing that the engineer might be a Romulan spy; his medical treatment was started. 

 

On board the USS Artemis his wounds that seemed as if they were torture induced were treated and have heeled nicely.  The low doses of fetalbenzenate have seemed to recall most of his memories before the last 6 months, however the last 6 months are still nonexistent for the lieutenant.  Cadet Luke Carmichael has implemented the continuation of the lowest dose of the fetalbenzenate in conjunction with a daily half hour session where she chats with Lt. Lapin about whatever he desires.

 

As Mr. Carmichael has been working with Mr. Lapin I'm going to use the assumption that a trust bond has been formed between the two.  I'm going to implement a slight increase to the medication as it has been successful so far and continue with the daily counseling sessions, only making them a bit longer and with a more directive theme in the hopes of jogging loose more memories.

 

I believe the Lieutenant's amnesia stems from a protective measure by is own brain.  In other words, his brain is keeping him a stat of amnesia to protect himself.

 

Nym sighed as she closed the reference file and moved on to the next report.  She took a sip of cola and then another.  {I'd rather run 10 miles than write this next stupid report} she thought as a miserable expression seeped into her facial features.

 

TO: Dr. Stephen Jacobs

From 2ndLt. Mnemosyme Nyx

 

RE: Issues with Authority

 

In reviewing my file, I found no reason for you to believe that I have any issues with authorities.  However, since you seemed dissatisfied with me, I will endeavor to work more within the realm of your box so as to not rock the boat so to speak.  Please continue to enjoy the perfect society of your tank as I work through my issue(s).

 

Nym wasn't even sure what her boss wanted, but her lone wolf status seemed to howl send it.  Actually as far as things went this was the closest thing she had ever done that remotely even resembled insubordination.  She closed her eyes and the headache that was beginning instantly went away.  She opened her eyes and hit the send button.  She looked at her remaining sandwich but didn't pull it towards her to finish.  Somehow she just didn't feel hungry anymore. 

 

=/\= End Log =/\=

 

2nd Lieutenant Mnemosyme Nyx

Jr. Counselor

SB 234 - Unity 

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[USS Chimera] SD: 240901.14 Joint Log Cpt. Rojac & Cmdr. Wellington

=/\= Bridge =/\=
Athena walked on to the bridge shortly after the yellow alert was signaled.  {Well, seems I didn't forget how to get here} she thought as she moved a bit closer to the view screen.  {And I don't feel totally out of place here... that's good.}

"Commander Wellington?" Rojac's voice broke the silence from behind her.  "Would you care to explain what on the viewscreen you find to be so interesting?" She turned to see the Captain in the center seat wearing a rather inquisitive look. Apparently he had been watching her since her arrival, and had found her sauntering toward the starfield quite, well, odd. "Take your seat, Commander." He said with a wave toward the chair to his left.

Athena opted not to answer the question about her behavior but inwardly was glad that she didn't feel adrift from what was going on.  She took her seat and remain attentive.

Rojac spoke to her in a hushed voice, to avoid the stray glances from the busied bridge crew. "Are you feeling okay, Commander? You seem rather... distant."

"I'm feeling much better than the last time you saw me I believe," she began and considered how to answer the second part of his question.  "Maybe a bit surprised at the ease at which I remembered how to find the bridge.  Thank you for asking."
 
"That's good to hear." Rojac sighed, and directed his attention back toward the streaming starfield before him.

"Is there anything you need specifically from me this minute," she asked more out of politeness then a need to be doing something... or maybe just to get rid of the few curious glances that kept falling their direction.

"Perhaps." Rojac crossed his arms. "Commander Trzetrzelewska is down in the brig interrogating our romulan guest, who has made a rather... unbelievable claim. Your telepathy is more advanced than the good XO's, see if our guest is being truthful about his alliances. I find it hard to believe a disciple of Surak would get so high in the Tal Shiar to be placed in clandestine operations."

"Yes, Sir," she answered promptly.  "Is there anything else," she asked before she moved further than a stand.
 
"Not at this time, Commander." Rojac replied, his gaze fixed back on the viewscreen. "I'm just waiting to hear from Captain Xerxes now."

 

"I'm sure you'll have news soon then," she commented as she headed out.

 

"Good luck." Rojac said as she retreated back into the lift.

 

=/\= End Log =/\=

 

Captain Cropa Rojac

Commanding Officer

&

Commander Athena Wellington

Chief Counselor

 

USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

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[USS Chimera] SD 240901.14 || Mission Log || Capt Chisulo (TacAdv) & LtCmdr Faulkner (MisAdv) ||

[Runabout Fenrir - Aeran System]

Captain Tedros Chisulo pulled back the throttle and cut power to the warp core, bringing his runabout back to sublight speeds inside UNITY's home system. The Tactical Advisor of First Taskforce sat in the helm seat of the Fenrir, his companion LtCommander Faulkner sat in the co-pilot seat next to him pouring over the operations consoles.

"We're clear, Captain." Faulkner said, eying the sensor readouts. "If anyone was going to follow us this far, the sensor outposts would have picked them up."

"Agreed." Chisulo replied as he changed course for a more direct approach to UNITY, and the third planet in the system. "Drop the cloak and contact flight control. I need to comm the Commodore."

"Aye sir." Faulkner replied. He slid closer to his workstation as Chisulo stood from his to go to the communications station at the rear of the craft.

Chisulo and Faulkner were just returning from a clandestine week long surveilence run into Klingon territory. It was a top secret mission assigned by Commodore Guzman. If anyone aboard UNITY were to ask about the Captain's whereabouts they would have been told of some conference on Breen technonolgy on SB 514 where he was a guest speaker. In reality, he and Faulkner were int he Klingon system of Narendra.

The past few months, the Federation had been trying to get Klingon aide in the war against the Romulans. The Klingons seemed unwilling to enter the fight, an odd circumstance for the warrior empire. Starfleet thought something fishy was going on, and asked for a surveillence run. Chisulo was to fulfill that task.

What he and Faulkner found was not comforting. The Romulans and Klingons held a tentative ceasefire agreement, and the Klingons had allowed the Romulans to hold a minor mining colony and outpost on the eighth planet of the Narendra system.

Chisulo didn't want to get to close in the runabout, but from the passive scans he could detect large amounts of duranium on the planet surface, a key element in ship building. From the communciations he tapped into, it seemed that the Romulans and Klingons were not getting along well.

Apparently, the Klingons were coerced into the agreement. The Romulans were holding some kind of card, frocing the Klingons to allow them the resources on the planet below. Having studied the Klingons in detail, Chisulo knew why the Klingon government was keeping this a secret. It would be seen as dishonorable.

But what advantage were the Romulans holding over them? And how could Starfleet nullify it to get the Klingons on their side?

Chisulo felt that more investigation was needed, but it would take the Commodore's authorization for that. He contacted his office, and requested an audience from Lt. Pakossi once he got back to the station. Pakossi agreed, and made the arrangements.

Chisulo walked back to the cockpit of the runabout where the large station nowdominated the screen. "Good flying, Faulkner. But I have a feeling we will be back out her before too long."

"I know what you mean." Faulkner smirked, and ran a hand through his short black hair.

"Take the rest of the day off." Chisulo said. "I will let you know our orders when I recieve them."

[End Log]

Captain Tedros Chisulo

Tactical Advisor

&

LtCommander Zeidrich Faulkner

Mission Specialist

SSF First Taskforce - SB 234: UNITY

[USS Chimera] 240901.14, Duty Log, Cdr Rick Rodgers

=CEO's Office=
=Starbase Unity=

Lieutenant Commander Chloe Utley was going over numerous repair requests
from starships arriving from the front when one of her assistants entered.

"Commander?"

"Yes, Lieutenant?"

"Commander Rodgers is here to see you."

"Oh, great," Chloe muttered.

"Commander?"

"Send him in."

"Yes, sir," the lieutenant walked away.

Soon after, Rick entered.

Chloe and Rick never got along. Several months ago, he had arrived and took
over her department. Chloe knew that it was Commodore Guzman's decision
since Rick had served as his CEO in the past, but she still placed the blame on
losing her position on Rick's shoulders.

Now, here he was, no longer her superior. In fact, she was his boss. Even so,
Chloe knew that she couldn't use that to her advantage. He was highly
decorated and respected from Unity all the way to Earth. So, in a way, she felt
that he still had some power over her.

And she hated that.

Also, there was the "acting" in her title as acting chief engineering officer that
showed how precarious her position really was. Several months ago, she was
chief engineer, no acting to it.

"Commander Utley, Comm ... Commander Rodgers reporting ... for duty," Rick
concentrated as he spoke, making certain he sounded a professional as possible.

"Commander, welcome back," she said, offering her hand.

"Thank you, commander," Rick said, shaking Chloe's hand.

He looked around and noticed PADDS and other items laying everywhere. He had
noticed that the first time he had met her, but passed it off as a result from the
battle that had just taken place. Now he realized that maybe she was not that
organized.

Chloe motioned for Rick to take a seat on the other end of her desk. Rick moved
aside a couple of PADDs in the chair and sat just as she took a seat behind her
desk.

"Commander, I'm going to be honest with you. Considering how things went last
time you arrived here, this is kind of ... awkward for me," Chloe explained.

"I ... understand," Rick slowly said. "I ... am here to ... to do my job. Nothing else."

She nodded.

"Good, because I do need experienced engineers. It seems like the fleet is sending
the best to ship duty while living me with whoever is left. That's why things may
seem a little hectic around here."

Rick wanted to explain that it was the job of a good chief engineer to make due
with inexperienced engineers and make them good. But, he wanted to avoid a
confrontation.

"I do ... I mean, I will do what needed of me," Rick said.

"Excellent. I'll have Lieutenant Farralon work with you to get you up to speed with
everything happening here," she stood. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got other
matters to tend to."

Rick, noticing her urge to get rid of him, nodded as he stood and walked out of her
office. He began his search for Farralon.


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Engineering Officer
Starbase Unity

and

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Acting Chief Engineering Officer
Starbase Unity

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[USS Chimera] SD 240901.13 SB Unity: Duty log: Stephen Jacobs / Mnemosyme Nyx

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***Chief Counselor's Office * SB Unity ***

Stephen eyed the newcomer as she entered his office. " Take
a seat." he said in a nonchalant tone, already returning to
the task he had been busy with when the door chime had
sounded. He sprinkled a little more food into the spacious
tank and bent down to look through the glass, checking on
the occupants.

Mnemosyme entered and stood in front of the chair. Her
marine training kept her from sitting until her superior was
seated himself. "Sir," she questioned as he turned and
looked at her.

"I said 'take a seat'" Stephen replied looking her up and
down. "Anywhere you want..sofa, armchair or at the desk if
you prefer formality." he continued, already engaging his
attention back on the feeding frenzy inside the tank.

{Oh, goody, the games are starting early this time.} She
moved to lean on the wall across from him. It appeared to
be a relaxed position and she could easily slide into a seat
on the sofa if she chose to but she preferred to stay
physically and mentally alert.

"See these?" Stephen asked, focusing on a trio of slim
black fish." ..beautiful aren't they?" He ignored his
companion though she was visible in a distorted way through
the tank. " Vicious little things too...when they want to
be."

Mnemosyme made a couple of noncommittal sounds that could be
mistaken for agreement. {Many things can be or seem vicious
when boxed into a small area. "Is there something you
needed me for... Sir?"

Stephen watched the fish who were calmer now the food was
almost gone. "Nothing in particular." he said, then
straightened up, met her gaze and added, "Why do you lean on
walls?"

"Its comfortable . yet keeps you on your toes," she answered
simply.

Stephen's expression was unreadable but he didn't reply,
instead he moved to the armchair set at right angles to
where Nym stood and sat down onto the soft cushions, laying
his hands on the chair arms. "Are you bored?" he asked.

"No.. there is plenty to keep me busy," she answered only
slightly altering the position where she continued to lean
against the wall.

"Namely?" Stephen asked with the very faintest tinge of
amusement on his face.

"Exercising, meditation, breakfast, rounds, updates, lunch,
maybe a game or two of chess, a walk, target practice,
dinner, light reading, a shower here and there and some
sleep," she said as if it was a regular routine.

"Tell me about Lapin ." he said, referring to a recent
case.

Nym couldn't help wondering why he had asked her about a
case that wasn't assigned to her but she gave a mental
shrug.
"Lapin a Lieutenant recently sent here from the USS
Artemis with amnesia. Blood and DNA testing confirm him to
be who he is believed to be. The blood and DNA testing were
necessary since the Artemis was in a squirmish with the
Romulans. He seems to have lost specifically the last 6
months but there are other pieces of his memory that are
affected as well.
Even with medications his progress has
been slow, which seems to be concerning the brass some as
his physical appearance also show some signs of torture."

She figured that was enough for a case she wasn't assigned
to or helping with as the other more junior counselor didn't
seem to want to even try any of Mnemosyme's suggestions.

Stephen said nothing but merely sat unmoving in his chair
looking at Nym directly. His expression told her nothing and
his level gaze did not falter.

Mnemosyme kept her gaze even with his as she waited for a
response. Her posture and steady stare all indicated the
comfort of the position she held.
If he wanted more he'd
have to ask for it, she was not repeating past mistakes like
she had made with the commodore.

"I expect two reports from you by this time tomorrow." He
said. "The first will be an
in depth evaluation of the case which you will now be in
charge of. The second will be a reasoning paragraph of why
you have an issue with authority. That's all"

He broke his gaze at last and turned his attention to a
recreational padd laying within reach of the chair which he
picked up and began to read, as though oblivious to the
young woman's presence.

"As you wish, but I do not have a problem with authority,"
she replied as she easily pushed herself off the wall and
began to move toward the door.
She had never disobeyed a
direct order ...maybe stretched the scope but never outright
disobeyed one. Her file was exemplary. The worst thing
that could be said except for the recent incident with the
Commodore was that she was a bit of a loner.

Stephen continued to read.
As far as he was concerned the
meeting was ended, the junior counsellor had her orders and
he would decide what her issues were when the report
arrived.
The door hissed open, paused and hissed shut but if he
registered the sound, it was impossible to tell.

*** End Log ***

Stephen Jacobs
Chief Counsellor
SB Unity
&
2nd Lieutenant Mnemosyme Nyx
Jr. Counselor
SB Unity

[USS Chimera] SD 240901.13 Joint Log Second LT. James Adams (ACSEC) & Master Chief Heath Johnson (MAA) & Captain Cropa Rojac(CO)

*** Outside Ready Room***   Master Chief Johnson looked over at Second Lieutenant James Adams and smiled at him, " Do not be so nervous!  You will do fine. After all, it is not your fault Jardan's in the ICU." Adams smiled back, " It's not that so much as it should be Ensign Cahira who should be reporting with you. Has anyone seen what has happened to her?" {Good Question,} thought Johnson, {She has not come out of her quarters since we left the starbase. What is going on?} "It does not matter so much, now. It is up to us to see the Captain, so it is what we are going to do."   There reception as they entered the Captain's inner sanctum was not as warm and genial as it usually was. Instead of a kind greeting and the usual offer of a replicated beverage, the Security personnel were accosted by an angrily asked question from a perturbed Cropa Rojac. "Can either of you two tell me how the hell my Chief of Security ended up in sickbay with a stab wound to the torso?" Rojac yelled, standing up from his desk. Before any of them could respond however he continued his barrage and rounded his desk to stand and face the two brawny men. "How the hell does a Romulan prisoner get a weapon to stab with in the first place? Are you even watching these pointy-eared pieces of crap?" "Sir! We did check them. Unfortunately, we did not do an internal scan for plastic weapons as we usually do not see that sort of thing from the Romulans. Afterwards, we did check and found several more on the others and they have been confiscated." As he said this, Johnson looked at adams and winced. He felt sorry for the new security officer, as he was not aware of the brig prisoners, having been in training excercises since reporting aboard.   Adams, however stood his ground." Well, sir, if Jardan had been so kind as to inform me of having the prisoners instead of sticking me in the simulators all this time, maybe I could have done something, such as do a more thorough security scan. We did rectify the situation. A better question would be, why did the Romulan not just kill him outright?"   "Are you passing the blame to your superior officer, Lieutenant?" Rojac asked, a look of surprise on his face. "Are you second guessing his judgement? Are you thinking that you are more competent than he?" Rojac leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. "Wow. I had no idea I hired the wrong security chief." Rojac leaned forward with a face so grim it would scare a klingon into submission.  "Sarcasm aside, Lieutenant; you are in SSF because you are the best of the best and trained to be that way. You adapt to unexpected situations, and you follow your orders despite your respect for the senior officer giving them. I will not tolerate insubordination simply because you did not want to be stuck in a simulator." " Aye, sir!" Adams inwardly winced( Here I go again. ) He still stood at attention and could not come up with a reply and so just remained silent. "Despite your situation, we have vital security matters to attend to. Adams, your temporarily in charge of Security until Jardan is fit for duty again. I want a status report on my desk every three hours. As I'm sure Jardan will be ordered by the doctors to take some rest, you will be his errand boy running from one corner of the ship to the other while he administers the adminstrative paperwork of the department." Rojac turned to Johnson. "Chief, I want you to focus on the training for the upcoming mission. Aside from Jardan himself you have the most battleground experience in the department. It's an infiltration mission, so choose your team wisely? Understood?" " Aye, sir. I have already an idea on who I want with me." Johnson reached for the mission planner and started to read. He looked up when Rojac spoke again. "You're dismissed." Rojac reactivated his desktop and files of information littered the integrated display. "And one more thing gentlemen. From now on, beam the prisoner's meals onto the floor." They both came to attention and saluted." Aye, sir."   Captain Cropa Rojac Commanding Officer USS Chimera-C   Second Lieutenant James Adams Acting Chief of Security USS Chimera-C   Master Chief Heath Johnson Master at Arms USS Chimera-C

[USS Chimera] SD:240901.13 Personal Log, Lt JG Gustav Kroitzer

=/\= Kroitzer/Hopeler Quarters =/\=

Gustav had been out of the sickbay for a few of days now after getting a new arm fitted to replace the one that was accidentally ripped off in the hanger bay, now he was busy writing a report to Lt Cmdr Scardona about what he could remember about the incident he also used computer logs that automatically take note of when someone diverts, shuts down, bypasses or anything else with power systems they also note spikes or drains on power resources.

The report read: -

To: Lt Commander Curtis Scardona CEO
From: Lt JG Gustav Kroitzer DCEO
Subject: Accident Report For Gustav Kroitzer

On the day of SD: 240901.02 I was involved in a severe accident in hanger bay 1 were I was severely injured by having my right arm and portions of my shoulder permanently severed (see Medical department for full details on injuries incurred).

On the day in question I was busy organising the engineering teams in Hanger bay one in preparation of a full systems test on all launchers when I was informed that there was a problem with launcher 4's warp power contribution junction, I had decided to sort the problem myself as the junction's was a custom design that I had designed.

Before starting the work I had diverted power away from the launcher to make it safe (this is confirmed in the computer logs), the power was not shut off though as it would have taken 36 hours to safely charge the capacitors for the Electromagnets this is also within Starfleet guidelines.

I had just diagnosed the problem when my tricorder informed me of a major power build up (the build up is also logged in the computer logs) that according to the tricorder that was later recovered was large enough to jump circuit and trigger the launcher resulting in the accident.

End Of Report

Gustav had just hit send when his watch alarm went off {I'm surprised that this survived} informing him that he was due at a rehabilitation session to help him work on his control of the new limb, currently he was able to use it to puck up larger objects like cups but his fine motor control was still lacking although he was told in just a few days he was able to control the arm to a much higher degree than some that had the same prosthetic for weeks.

=/\= End Log =/\=

Lt JG Gustav Kroitzer
DCEO
USS - Chimera

[USS Chimera] SD:240901.13 Personal Log, Lt JG Gustav Kroitzer

=/\= Kroitzer/Hopeler Quarters =/\=

Gustav had been out of the sickbay for a few of days now after getting a new arm fitted to replace the one that was accidentally ripped off in the hanger bay, now he was busy writing a report to Lt Cmdr Scardona about what he could remember about the incident he also used computer logs that automatically take note of when someone diverts, shuts down, bypasses or anything else with power systems they also note spikes or drains on power resources.

The report read: -

To: Lt Commander Curtis Scardona CEO
From: Lt JG Gustav Kroitzer DCEO
Subject: Accident Report For Gustav Kroitzer

On the day of SD: 240901.02 I was involved in a severe accident in hanger bay 1 were I was severely injured by having my right arm and portions of my shoulder permanently severed (see Medical department for full details on injuries incurred).

On the day in question I was busy organising the engineering teams in Hanger bay one in preparation of a full systems test on all launchers when I was informed that there was a problem with launcher 4's warp power contribution junction, I had decided to sort the problem myself as the junction's was a custom design that I had designed.

Before starting the work I had diverted power away from the launcher to make it safe (this is confirmed in the computer logs), the power was not shut off though as it would have taken 36 hours to safely charge the capacitors for the Electromagnets this is also within Starfleet guidelines.

I had just diagnosed the problem when my tricorder informed me of a major power build up (the build up is also logged in the computer logs) that according to the tricorder that was later recovered was large enough to jump circuit and trigger the launcher resulting in the accident.

End Of Report

Gustav had just hit send when his watch alarm went off {I'm surprised that this survived} informing him that he was due at a rehabilitation session to help him work on his control of the new limb, currently he was able to use it to puck up larger objects like cups but his fine motor control was still lacking although he was told in just a few days he was able to control the arm to a much higher degree than some that had the same prosthetic for weeks.

=/\= End Log =/\=

Lt JG Gustav Kroitzer
DCEO
USS - Chimera

[USS Chimera] SD:240901.13 Personal Log, Lt JG Gustav Kroitzer

=/\= Kroitzer/Hopeler Quarters =/\=

Gustav had been out of the sickbay for a few of days now after getting a new arm fitted to replace the one that was accidentally ripped off in the hanger bay, now he was busy writing a report to Lt Cmdr Scardona about what he could remember about the incident he also used computer logs that automatically take note of when someone diverts, shuts down, bypasses or anything else with power systems they also note spikes or drains on power resources.

The report read: -

To: Lt Commander Curtis Scardona CEO
From: Lt JG Gustav Kroitzer DCEO
Subject: Accident Report For Gustav Kroitzer

On the day of SD: 240901.02 I was involved in a severe accident in hanger bay 1 were I was severely injured by having my right arm and portions of my shoulder permanently severed (see Medical department for full details on injuries incurred).

On the day in question I was busy organising the engineering teams in Hanger bay one in preparation of a full systems test on all launchers when I was informed that there was a problem with launcher 4's warp power contribution junction, I had decided to sort the problem myself as the junction's was a custom design that I had designed.

Before starting the work I had diverted power away from the launcher to make it safe (this is confirmed in the computer logs), the power was not shut off though as it would have taken 36 hours to safely charge the capacitors for the Electromagnets this is also within Starfleet guidelines.

I had just diagnosed the problem when my tricorder informed me of a major power build up (the build up is also logged in the computer logs) that according to the tricorder that was later recovered was large enough to jump circuit and trigger the launcher resulting in the accident.

End Of Report

Gustav had just hit send when his watch alarm went off {I'm surprised that this survived} informing him that he was due at a rehabilitation session to help him work on his control of the new limb, currently he was able to use it to puck up larger objects like cups but his fine motor control was still lacking although he was told in just a few days he was able to control the arm to a much higher degree than some that had the same prosthetic for weeks.

=/\= End Log =/\=

Lt JG Gustav Kroitzer
DCEO
USS - Chimera

[USS Chimera] SD240901.12 Duty Log - 1LT COps Jade Reese - "New Assignment"

fallenang3l4@gmail.com wrote to chimera@ucip.org:

=/\= ODCC, USS Chimera =/\=

Jade was reading through her messages when she came across a message
explaining operations department's next assignment. They needed to get
the timing just right, so that the security teams can get aboard the
outost.

Jade's next step was to figure out who she wanted to be on the team to
work on this assignment. She decided to go with LtJg Dexter and Lt
Vaughn and she would also choose one more and then she would also join
the team. She then down loaded the schematics for the outposts
shielding frequency, so that they can get the timing right.

"Vargas can you come in here?" Jade said loud enough so that Vargas
could hear her.

Vargas was sitting at her desk working on some memos that needed to
get out. "Yes ma'am?" Vargas asked when she arrived at Jade's office
door.

"I need you to send out a memo to Lt Vaughn and LtJg Dexter explaining
their new assignment." Jade said handing her a PADD with bullet points
of what they're going to be doing.

Vargas nodded as she took the PADD from Jade and headed back to her
desk to get started on the memo. When Vargas got back to her desk
there were some PADDs that needed to be looked over before the reports
needed to be submitted.

First Lieutenant Jade Reese
Chief Operations Officer
USS Chimera C

Sent from my iPod

[USS Chimera] 240901.13, Personal Log, Cdr Rick Rodgers

=Near Transporter Two=
=U.S.S. Lancelot=
=Near Starbase UNITY=

"I wish you stay for few hours," Rick said as he and Trent walked to the
transporter room.

"We got here a couple of hours early for a reason," Trent replied. "Once we
beam over all supplies to the starbase, we're scheduled to meet up with a
task force forming in a nearby star system. From what I've been told, I
would have led that task force if it wasn't for my little adventure with Sam.
Probably ended any chance for me to become an admiral down the road. No
great loss there. If it wasn't for the war, they would have likely stripped me
of my command."

"That was stupid," Rick said. "You stupid."

"You could be a bit more grateful," Trent said as they stopped and faced each
other.

"Like you say last night to me. I need to act like officer. You not act like officer."

"No, but I did what was necessary. Besides, Starfleet was willing to put this
behind them since our interrogation of Hoack did turn up the location of a
hidden Romulan base."

"Still stupid," Rick said as he continued walking.

"A simple thank you would have sufficed," Trent said as they walked into the
transporter room.

"Sir, you just received this message from Starfleet Command," the transporter
chief explained, handing Trent a PADD.

Trent read it for a moment and sighed.

"What wrong?" Rick asked.

Trent rubbed his eyes then handed the PADD to his brother. Rick read it over
and Trent could see the reaction in his face. It was a combination of anger and
fear.

"How?" Rick asked, handing the PADD back to Trent.

"Apparently, Hoack had more resourceful friends than the Nenon authorities
realized. They helped him escape. He was scheduled to be executed tomorrow."

Trent saw the look in Rick's eyes.

"Don't worry," Trent continued. "He won't show his face anywhere near here.
And since we attacked and destroyed that secret base, the Rommies are smart
enough to figure out where that information came from. They won't give him
sanctuary. He's probably on the other end of the quadrant by now."

Rick gave an 'I hope so look.' as he stepped on the transporter pad.

"You take care," Rick said.

"I will. You take care of yourself and your family."

Rick nodded.

"Energize," Trent ordered as Rick disappeared and reappeared on board UNITY.

The only person standing in front of him, holding a big sign saying "Welcome
Back" was Chief Petty Officer Jo Weathersby. She was smiling and hopping up
and down like she was in the middle of a crowd of people.

"Nice reception," Rick said. "No one else?"

"What did you expect? You are two hours early," Jo said as she walked up to
Rick and hugged him.

"True," Rick replied. "Thought Mai be here."

"She said she and Rachel would see you when she got off work," Jo said as they
walked down a corridor.

"Probably for best. Glad no big deal made. How's Qashqai?"

"She's a tough little ship," Jo said. "We've been giving the Rommies more than
they can handle."

"I see you promoted."

"Yep. I can officially call myself a chief by position and rank. They wanted to give
me a field promotion to Ensign, but I said 'no way'."

"I not imagine you a officer," Rick said as they entered a lift.

Jo just smiled.

"So, how does it feel to be back?" Jo asked.

"Good," Rick said. "Missed it. Not like Chimera, but still good."

"Well, it's good to have you back. I'm not sure these kids we have running around
here straight from the academy know to how to fix a waste disposal unit, let alone
a reactor."

The lift doors opened and Rick and Jo made the short walk to Rick and Mai's
quarters.

"I ready to work, but wait till tomorrow," Rick said. "Relax tonight."

Moments later, they arrived at Rick's quarters. When the doors opened, he was
greeted by a couple dozen people, including Mai and Rachel. He also noticed some
decorations.

"Surprise!" they yelled.

Rick looked over at Jo, "Funny. Very funny."


Commander Rick Rodgers
Engineering Officer
Starbase UNITY

and

Captain Trent Rodgers (npc by Rick)
Commanding Officer
U.S.S. Lancelot

and

Chief Petty Officer Jo Weathersby (npc by Rick)
Chief Engineer
U.S.S. Qashqai

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[USS Chimera] SD:240901.13 [UNITY] Duty Log LtCdr.MaiKai Rodgers

-=-/-\-=- UNITY -=-/-\-=-

-=-/-\-=- Sickbay - Pediatrics -=-/-\-=-

 

"Alright who's up?" MaiKai asked her nurse Ensign Leela Niece.

 

Leela gave the new Pediatrics a concerned look over, "Are you sure you can handle being a doctor to children in your state?"

 

Mai gave her a look like 'are-you-serious?', "Ensign, I have one of my own already.  What do you think?"

 

Leela nodded, "I understand.  All I'm saying is the children aboard UNITY, your child, and the ones that come from the planet are all three different cases in their own way".  She handed a padd to MaiKai.

 

"I've been in the medical department since I graduated from the Academy.  I believe I'm fully aware that due to the child's particular environment and how they were raised will cause them to have different ranges have behavioral traits".  Mai wasn't trying to sound angry.  The thing was since she arrived on UNITY everyone has treated her like she could make the cut even though her last position was Chief Medical Officer of the USS Chimera - B. 

 

"Yes, you're certainly right.  I apologize if I had stepped out of line," Leela stated as she realized she may have stepped on some toes.

 

MaiKai shook her head, "It's alright. It's not you, Ensign. I'm just frustrated and stressed with a few things that are happening at the moment".

 

Leela looked up.  Usually she was a hard ass, but she was really feeling for her new Head of Department and thought it best to look things over in a new light. "Is there anything you would like to talk about, then?"

 

Mai answered mater-of-factly, "Not right now, but  I thank you for the open ear, Ensign".  She walked over to a child sitting at the edge of a biobed with his arms crossed and a pouty face.  "Alright.  Who do we got here, Ensign?" Mai really wanted to get down to business in her department.  Ever since the switch over from the Chimera, MaiKai has felt like she's been neglecting her duties.

 

"This is Johnny Richardson.  Age: ten.  He's in for a check up.  He had previously been in sick with some kind of virus and infection of the stomach," Leela stated.

 

Mai pulled out her tricorder. "Lets take a look see," as Mai approached the child even closer to introduce herself to the child, Johnny kicked Mai hard in her right shin.

 

MaiKai flinched a bit, but then gave the child a bit of an evil grin as she lifted her pant leg to unveil some kind of protective gear, "I wore padding... I was warned about you, Johnny".  The child finally uncrossed his arms admitting defeat.

 

-=-/-\-=- End Log -=-/-\-=-

 

Lieutenant Commander MaiKai Rodgers

Head of Pediatrics Doctor

UNITY

 

&

 

(npc) Ensign Leela Niece

Nurse of Pediatrics

UNITY

 

ALL npcs apb: Jess - Mai

 

 

 

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[USS Chimera] Fwd: SD240901.12 -=- Duty Log -=- Lieutenant-Colonel PontBrillant and guests.

Pierre-luc Denis <pldenis@gmail.com> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:

>

> == Starbase 234 : UNITY ==
> == Strategic Operations deck ==
>
> It has been an hour that Vlimar ordered the new teams and tested its
> efficency. So far, no petty report were sent to him, and the battle
> grid
> was updated regularely. Vlimar smiled as he saw that his idea worked
> and
> that his team was flexible to change.
>
> As he was looking at the hologrid, a beeping sound was heard from his
> monitor. Vlimar walked to it and touched it. From the black screen,
> the
> face of Lieutenant Proulx appeared.
>
> "Sir, we have a priority communication from the USS
> D'Artagnan.".
>
> Vlimar's eyebrow raised, as he recently talked about the
> D'Artagnan, and his 18 reports. Vlimar nodded to Proulx, as he saw
> the face of Moira Henry appearing.
>
> "Captain Henry, it's nice to see you.", Vlimar greeted.
>
> Moira did not seem as thrilled as Vlimar.
>
> "Sir, we urgently need support. The Epsilon front have been hit har
> d,
> and our ships are getting weaker. We are attempting to support most of
> them, but we urge you to send us "beast" to our sector.", Moira
> implored.
>
> Vlimar nodded to Moira. "I understand your concern Captain, and I
> will see with the Taskforce commander who we can send to you. I cannot
> promise anything, as the Omega and Beta front were badly hit as
> well.", he said.
>
> Moira nodded as well. "Sir, anything would be good for us. We can
> still hold, but if the Romulans keep send reinforcement, we won't ho
> ld
> forever. After all, we are the only souverein class in the area.", s
> he
> added.
>
> "I will see what I can do, Moira. Hold tight.", Vlimar replied.
> "Unity, out.".
>
> Vlimar stood in front of his monitor. His right hand raised to scratch
> his 3pm beard. Vlimar walked back to the hologrid and looked at the
> status.
>
> The Alpha front was stable enough, however, no ships were expendable.
> The Chimera was fighting strong and was leading the effort strongly.
> There was no way that any vessels were to be reassigned, at least, not
> now. Vlimar then focused on the Delta front was not as busy. They
> were,
> basically, protecting an area were no resources, or no strategic
> position were to be taken from it. Vlimar looked through the list of
> ship and saw a refitted Galaxy class, called the USS Virginia.
>
> The Virginia did not see battle over the last 48 hours. It was
> completely fit for combat and its skipper, a certain Hubert Nguyen was
> to his 3rd command. And most of all, the Virginia looked like a beast,
> as it was refitted at the Copernicius Fleet Yards, were they "mar
> k"
> their ships with an all black paint, all over the hull.
>
> Vlimar opened the Delta channel. +COM+ Virginia, this is Taskforce
> command. +COM+
>
> A few seconds went by. Vlimar shook his head and opened the com
> channels, and put himself on screen directly on the Virginia bridge.
>
> Front the Virginia's command desk officer's point of view, this w
> as
> rather rude. They were looking for Nguyen to answer, and, suddently,
> Vlimar's face appeared on the screen, without warning. A rapid surv
> ey
> of the bridge through the monitor was made by Vlimar, seeing the Ops
> Officer, Lieutenant Mandez, but not the skipper, nor the XO.
>
> "Where's the Commander?", Vlimar asked.
>
> Lieutenant Mandez smiled shily. "He's... indisposed."
>
> Vlimar nodded. "Then get me the XO..."
>
> Mandez blushed heavily. "She's... indisposed as well."
>
> Vlimar's head tilted back. "Oh, come on!", he instinctely
> replied.
>
> "Mandez, please advise your skipper that I am sending new orders.
> ",
> Vlimar said. "Oh, and advise them that I know..."
>
> == END LOG ==
>
> Lieutenant-Colonel Vlimar PontBrillant
> Executive Officer - Starbase 234 : UNITY
> Deputy Commander - 1st TaskForce, SSF Command
> Strategic Operations Advisor - 1st TaskForce, SSF Command
>