[USS Chimera] SD 240901.24 SB Unity. Duty Log: Cmdr Ohmsford / Stephen Jacobs

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= SB Unity, 1TF Section - Chief Counselor's Office =

Bren arrived at Stephens' office in time for his
appointment. Although he was a bit pressed for time
preparing for the upcoming mission, he figured it was
probably best to get it over and done with.

"Good afternoon, I have an appointment with Dr Jacobs," Bren
said as he approached the reception desk.

"Certainly Sir," the young woman who had greeted him
replied. " The Doctor is waiting for you."
She pressed a button and announced Brens arrival and a voice
answered that he be sent in.

Stephen was seated at his desk busy with some work but
raised his head as the door opened and stood from his seat
as the newcomer entered.

"Stephen Jacobs." he said holding out his hand to shake.
"Please, take a seat. The chair or the seating area,
whichever you like."

"Bren Ohmsford, good to meet you Dr Jacobs," Bren replied,
shaking the offered hand. He opted for the chair in front of
the doctor's desk and sat down. It was comfortable enough,
but Bren did feel a little ill at ease in the chief
counselor's office, which was strange since he once served
as a counselor himself.

"I'm sure you know the reason for this meeting." Stephen
said in friendly tone."..so why not just tell me five things
about yourself and three about your work?"
His expression seemed to say that his request was simple and
straightforward. " Would you like a drink?" he added.

"No thank you, I'm fine," Bren said as he thought about

Jacobs' question. Five things about himself and three about
his work.

Shifting a little in his chair, he said, "All right, five
things about myself.
I've been happily married for almost
five years and I feel I'm lucky that I can have my partner
on the same base as myself.
I have seven siblings, we are
eight children and I'm the youngest of triplets. Three of my
siblings are also in Starfleet. I wish I had time to see my
family more, but most of them are scattered over the Alpha
Quadrant, so it's a little difficult to get them all
together.
I love food and enjoy cooking... a little too much
maybe," he joked, patting his belly.
"I also enjoy playing
music but I haven't done that in a long time.

"As for my work... I really enjoy it. I served in R&D for
quite some time and it was challenging and rewarding. With
the war I was reassigned here and it's exciting in a way to
be on the front lines again; takes me back to when I first
joined Starfleet," Bren smiled.
"Before R&D I briefly served
as the Chimera-B's CO during a rather interesting
mission..." he trailed off as he remembered the
transdimensional device and their meeting with their doubles
in a parallel universe.
The device was still kept safely
under lock and key in the R&D Artifacts Vault and intrigued
all of the scientists who'd come into contact with it.

" How do you see your life develping now you're here?"
Stephen wanted to know.

"I suppose it depends on how the war goes," Bren replied.
"Commodore Guzman has tasked me with setting up a shipyard
to serve the starbase, and as long as 1TF stays on the base,
I'm sure it will keep me busy.
I think Unity will become
quite busy within the next few years. It's essentially, in
my opinion, something that has been needed in this region
for a long time in order to facilitate communication with
the Romulan and Klingon Empires, as well as with the
Erassian government and several other nearby governments.

"Sorry, I'm digressing a bit," he apologised. "But I see
myself staying on Unity for quite a while - barring any
unforseen events - because I feel I can be more of use here
than behind a desk in an office building somewhere on
Earth."

Stephen listened to the flow of explanation, ideas and
hopes, gaining an impression of the man sitting opposite to
him. He took in the expression and the tone which
accompanied the words and began to build an image of Brens
character.

"How am I doing so far? Don't think I'm insane yet?" Bren
smiled.

Stephen laughed aloud and he shook his head. " No, I don't
think you're anywhere near that." he said and chuckled as
though Bren had somehow said something extremely funny.
Eventually he spoke, though his eyes still smiled at the
humour.

" Anything you want to discuss?" he asked.

Bren thought for a moment about the question. There was
perhaps a lot he could discuss: the situation of the war,
how it affected Federation citizens and Erassians and
possibly impacted on many other political powers and
governments within the region, all whom had little say in
what was happening. But, this session was about him
personally, so he declined the offer.

"No," he replied with a smile, "Nothing specific at this
stage."

Stephen stood up and reaching across the desk, offered his
hand for Bren to shake. His grip was firm as he said: " It's
been a pleasure meeting you."

Surprised, Bren stood up and shook Stephens' hand. "That's
all? It was rather quick," he smiled.

Stephen returend the smile. " I learned all I need to know
for the time being." he said in a pleasant tone."...but if
you wish to lodge a complaint...."
The smile turned to grin.

"Not complaining at all," Bren laughed. "It was a pleasure
meeting you, Doctor. Have a good day."

"You too Commander." Stephen replied, sitting back on his
seat as Bren headed for the door.

*** End Log ***

Commander Bren Ohmsford
Science & Eng. Adv
1st Task Force
&
Dr Stephen Jacobs.
Chief Counsellor
SB Unity

[USS Chimera] SD 240901.24 | SB Unity | Joint Log, Cmdr Rodgers (HPed) & MCapt T'Vel (CMO)

OOC:  I went ahead and sent Mai, hope you don't mind. :)

= SB Unity - Infirmary - Pediatrics =

T'Vel's last stop for the day was Pediatrics. It was one of the smaller units of the Infirmary, but it was doing well in the hands of MaiKai Rodgers. Being a mother undoubtedly gave the Lieutenant Commander an affinity with children that was needed when working with them. Although not too many children were on Unity, there was a sizeable population on the planet that made use of the advanced medical facilities of the Starbase.

Stepping inside the wing, T'Vel headed towards MaiKai's office at the end of the ward but found her instead next to a biobed talking with a child.

"Commander Rodgers," T'Vel greeted her with slight nod of her head. "I trust you are well today?"

"Alright, Johnny. That'll be all for the day. You may go back to your mother," Mai gave the young boy a few pats on his back and let him jump down from the biobed.

 

"I am thank you," Mai replied almost automatic.  There really wasn't much thought to that reply.  "May I be of some assistance?"

 

"I have come to see how your department is faring," T'Vel replied. "I do my rounds at the end of each shift in order to visit every department at least once per week. Today I have come to you. How are the children doing? Any difficult patients?"

Mai smiled wryly, "The children are doing quite well. Nothing I can't handle really".

"Human children are not often the easiest patients to deal with, I have found," T'Vel replied dryly.

MaiKai laughed.  Having one of her own and having one of her patients already try and kick her she knew all too well. "That may be".

 

"Vulcan children are similarly difficult when they are at a very young age, before they learn the discipline of logic," T'Vel said in reply, then turned her attention back to the department. "Are you satisfied with the facilities, Commander?"

"Yes, I don't seen any reason to complain,"  Mai replied true to form.  She found the facilities rather accessible.

"And the size of your ward? Do you feel you need more staff or more room to treat patients?"

"The size suits fine.  I haven't run into anything problematic where I would need more staff or room to treat patients," Mai suddenly felt like she was being grilled for answers and ran her head across her forehead.

 

Satisfied, T'Vel nodded. There weren't many patients currently in MaiKai's department and things were going smoothly. "That will be all then, Dr Rodgers," T'Vel said. "I will leave you to your duties. Please let me know if there is anything that you require."

= End Log =

Lt Commander MaiKai Rodgers
Head of Pediatrics
-
Marine Captain T'Vel
Acting Chief Medical Officer
[NPC by Bren]
-
Starbase Unity (SB 234)

[USS Chimera] SD: 240901.23 Joint Personal Log Cdr.Rick Rodgers & LtCdr.MaiKai Rodgers

OOC>> Takes place the morning prior to Rick and Bren's log.


=Rick and Mai's Quarters=

=Starbase Unity=

 

Rick had returned from his interrupted jog, just wanting to put the whole ordeal behind him.

It wasn't the fact that he had almost been annihilated by a large Klingon, or that he spent

the past 20 minutes explaining, and lying to security that he had knocked the Klingon out.

It was blacking out that concerned him. For a couple of minutes, he was out of it. He knew

more black outs would come. He didn't know how often he would have to deal with them.

That unsettled him more than anything.

 

'Maybe I shouldn't have returned,' he thought as he plopped down on the sofa just as Mai

entered the room from the bed room.

 

Mai was feeling a bit restless.  She was really not having a good morning.  She felt more
flushed than usual to the touch and hoped it was normal for pregnancy and hoped she just
wasn't catching a cold on top of it all.  She thought maybe if she got up and walked are a
little bit she would feel less restless.  MaiKai saw her husband laid out on the couch and
decided to join him.  She sat on the sofa next to his side. 

 

"Good morning," he reached over and kissed her. "Did you have a good night's sleep?"

 

"Good morning," she reached back over and kissed him. "Yeah, I slept fine," which was true
she did sleep alright.

 

He stared at the wall at the far end of the room.

 

"I had my first black out," he said.

 

"And why weren't you home?" Mai said a little hurt.  She just knew that if he was in their
quarters she could have helped him better being a doctor and all.

 

"I woke up early, went for jog," he explained. "Happened then."

He decided to keep the parts about the Klingon and female Katarian out, not wanting to
concern Mai anymore than she already seemed to be worried.

"Right. Of course it did," maybe Mai was speaking a bit too openly, but she figured he could
take since he is her husband after all.

"Chances are, it could happen when I work. Not always able to be home," he said, then
leaned against Mai. "I was OK. After couple minutes, I back to normal. As normal as I
can be now."

MaiKai just stared for a few moments blankly.  "You do know blacks out can be different each
time, right? They're not always gonna take a few minutes to get over".  After all this of being a
wife, a mother, and a former Chief Medical Officer, Mai still didn't think that people took her medical
advice seriously.

 

Rick nodded.

"I know. Even if Doctor Montalban say they be only few minutes, I not think he certain of
that. This new to him. This new to everyone."

He looked into her eyes. He loved her more than life itself. Thoughts of her was what inspired
him to recover as soon as he did. Even so, he felt as if she was more protective of him
because she was a doctor and knew more about medicine than most. She knew more
than anyone about what can go wrong in certain situations.

"Even so, what can I do? I engineer. That what I do. I also not able to have someone me
... with me all time. That not possible."

MaiKai knew her husband was right. She just didn't want him to be, "I know..." she snuggled
closer to him on the couch.  She really just wanted to be held.

As he held his wife, he was somewhat grateful that Rachel was sleeping a little bit later than
usual. There were times when that child was their alarm clock.

"I know you worried, but I be OK," Rick tried to assure Mai, then grinned. "You just be OK.
From what I told, some of those kids can be hand full."

"Indeed they can be," Mai smiled as she curled up with her husband on their couch.

= End Log =

 

Commander Rick Rodgers

Engineering Officer

Starbase UNITY

 

&

 

Lieutenant Commander MaiKai Rodgers

Head of Pediatrics Doctor

Starbase UNITY

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[USS Chimera] SD 240901.23. Duty Log: Commander Summers CMO

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*** Sickbay * USS Chimera-C ***

Rangi had stood patiently as security carried out a 'sweep'
of the room. It was to no-ones surprise that nothing was
found and five minutes later the prisoner arrived in the
company of four guards, handcuffed to two and flanked by the
others.

{Where do they 'get' these people?} Rangi asked herself as
the group marched into the room, for there was not one of
them under 194 cms and all looked as though they ate steel
bars for breakfast.
They came to a halt in front of her.

"Mr. Terrh.." she said addressing the man in the centre of
the group "..It should have been explained to you that
you're here so that I can run two medical tests. Do you
understand and agree?"

" No I don't." he said flatly.

Rangi eyed him.
"No you don't what?" she asked "...agree or understand?"

" I don't understand why you want to do them. There's
nothing wrong with me and no, I don't agree to being the
subject of your 'tests'."
He planted his feet firmly on the floor and looked her
straight in the eye.

" The tests are simple and pain free." she said calmly. "
The first is a blood test. I will take a few CCs of your
blood, that's all. The second is a scan. All you need to do
is lie on the biobed..." she pointed in its direction
"...and leave the rest to me."

" I refuse to take part in your testing." Terrh exclaimed. "
You can't force me to do it and I won't."
He glared at Rangi and would have pulled one of his arms
free but for the guard anchoured on the other end of the
cuff.

"There is no need to make a fuss." Rangi stated in a firmer
tone. " Please...move to the biobed."

The guards began to hussle their prisoner towards the bed,
fairly lifting him off the floor for his feet barely touched
it as they half carried and half dragged him along.
He did his best to resist but his efforts were useless and
the guards pushed him to a sitting position on the edge of
the biobed.

Rangi had followed a few steps behind and now stood a short
distance away from her patient.

"You dont have the right to do this to me!" he declared.

"On the contrary, I do." she said. " Do you want me to quote
from the Federation Statute of Sentient Rights...because
you'd be surprised just how many that gives me. Section
eighteen for example, states that if the Captain of a
Starfleet vessel has cause or reason to believe that a
prisoner under his care is or could be an active threat to
Federation security, then he can take any steps deemed
necessary to negate the threat." she informed him. "...and
that includes blood tests and scans." she added.

Terrh was not prepared to admit defeat so said loudly. " You
, as CMO, can override the captains orders."

" Well yes that's true, I can " Rangi agreed "...except
that I happen to agree with him.You're a prisoner on an SSF
ship in Federation space and there's a war going on. Lie
back please."

It was obvious the prisoner was not going to literally take
this lieing down so Rangi stepped to the medtrolly standing
ready and lifted a hypospray from its place as the guards
restrained him.

"What's that? What are you giving me? Keep away from me.!"
Terrh struggled against his guards.

" This is melorazine." Rangi said. " A standard sedative."

" I refuse to have it..no..no.....I protest..I
pro..tes...sssstt."
The hypospray had been pressed against his neck and his
struggles grew feeble then stopped altogether.

"That's better." Rangi said and the nearest guard smothered
a smirk. He liked this ladys attitude.

" Do you mind?" she said, looking up at him and indicating
that he might move back. " He isnt likely to be going
anywherenow is he?"
The guard grinned and took a couple of steps to the side, so
allowing Rangi to pull the trolley nearer.

" I hope noone is going to faint at the sight of blood." she
said lifting the empty phial.

**
It didn't take long to run the tests themselves. The blood
was taken and the brain scan was performed without any
difficulties and Terrh recovered as expected from the
sedative but remained silent when the guards got him to his
feet.
He looked briefly at Rangi as he was ushered past on his
way back to the Brig and she watched them all leave before
turning back to her work.
An hour passed before she was ready to pass on the results
with a call to the Bridge.

**
"Rojac." came the curt responce.

" Captain, I have the preliminary results from the tests you
requested." she said.

" Good." he replied sounding more approachable and waited
for her to continue.

"The Detronal scan confirms Romulan DNA." she said " But the
brain scan disclosed something of interest."
Rojac made no reply so Rangi could only imagine that he
waited for her explanation.

" I used the standard Brain Circuitry Diagnostic to map
neural activity...it will show trauma or damage.. and there
was something immediatley apparant.There's residual
activity in the paleocortex."

She paused but into the silence said :
" Sir...that indicates a Mind Meld. The prisoner was not
co-operative but obviously without a further scans I'm
unable to say when exactly this was done or even if it was
carried out willingly or under duress. I'll forward the full
results to you within the hour Sir."

Again there was a short silence before Rojac replied: "
Thankyou Commander." and the communication was terminated.

Rangi returned to the test results, pressing a finger
against her chin thoughtfully as she read through them
before beginning on her report, which, as promised, was sent
to Rojac within the hour.

*** End Log ***

Commander Rangi Summers
CMO USS Chimera-C
Med Adv 1st TF
&
Terrh
Romulan prisoner ( npc) Rangi

[USS Chimera] SD: 240901.22 Joint Log, Lt JG Gustav Kroitzer & Cmdr Rangi Summers

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=/\= Corridor Deck 11 =/\=

It had now been about a week and a half since Gustav's accident with
an EM catapult and only slightly more than a week since he had his
cybernetic arm fitted, now he was away for a medical review from
Commander Summers to see if he was fit for duty.

He had amazed the nurses and doctors at the rehabilitation sessions
with his speedy recovery and his ability to control his new limb so
well in such a short space of time, Gustav wasn't smug about his
achievements but he figured it might be because as an engineer he
might have an affinity towards machines also he had slightly upgraded
the control interface to allow more control, this time drawing out
what he was doing to keep Mimi happy, this also made it slightly
easier as the interface was more complicated than he thought, not like
swapping out servos.

Rangi completed her notes and leaned back in her chair, stretching her
arms above her head to ease constricted muscles. She stifled a yawn,
relaxed and pulled forward the padd listing her appointments for the
morning session.

{Gustav Kroitzer} she read.

Gustav arrived at the sickbay and made his way to Rangi's office, when
he got to the door he pressed the chime button to let he know he was
there.

"Come in please" she called and looked up to see the deputy CEO enter
the room. She smiled to him as she invited him to take a seat and as
he sat down opposite to her asked, "So...how are you?"

"Good thanks… and you?" he replied hoping to be declared fit for duty
as soon as possible as he was bored, there is only so much tinkering
he could do to keep himself amused, Mimi also tried to keep him…
occupied but it still wasn't the same as being on duty.

"I'm well thank you." Rangi replied seeing through his light
heartedness. She looked down at the padd. "This is very encouraging."
she said "In fact you have made an excellent recovery from the
surgery." She raised her eyes to him and laying the padd
flat on her desk asked: "How are you really coping with the arm? I
don't want any exaggerations." she added in a slight warning tone
"...there must have been many difficulties for you. How have you
really found it?"

"I won't say there hasn't been any difficulties but in general I've
found it quite easy to use, the only slight thing is that I have to
concentrate sometimes on what I want the arm to do otherwise I'm…
clumsy" he replied to Rangi's question hoping that she would be
satisfied with the answer.

She nodded. "Well...it's early days isn't it?" she said, "You mustn't
expect too much too soon." They looked at each other. Rangi leaned
forward and rested her arms on her desk, linking her fingers together.
"I understand that you've been making... improvements..." she said
"...would you like to tell me what you've done?"

Always proud of his work he said, "I swapped out the micro servos with
high performance ones allowing more strength and micro control…" he
stopped to take a breath before continuing "…I've also upgraded the
control interface between the arm and my nervous system yet again to
add more control over the limb, it was my hope to, after some more
practice to have just as much fine motor control as I had with my
natural arm".

Rangi's expression showed her surprise." Really?" she asked. "I must
say I'm surprised...and I don't actually see how you have achieved so
much. Do you plan
anything else?"

"Well the only other thing that needs to be done is to maybe upgrade
the power supply to one with a higher capacity" Gustav said answering
her question.

"It goes without saying then that you'll be keen to get back to duty."
She unlocked her fingers and laid a hand on the padd. "The tests show
you certainly have achieved a great deal already and with that in mind
I'm willing to give you the all clear...on two provisos..." she added
quickly "I want you to attend counselling sessions because losing a
limb under any circumstances, despite how well you get on with a
prosthetic one, still has psychological leads and I also want you to
continue with the physio sessions... although you seem to have outdone
most of their testing already." She
flashed a smile to him.

With excitement in his voice at the prospect of getting back to duty,
Gustav started to get up from his chair while saying "Yes Ma'am".

"There is one other thing..." she said making him sit back on his
seat. " Lieutenant Jardan... in security... you know him? He too has
lost a limb though some time ago. It might be of interest to him and
to you if you discussed things."

"Ok Ma'am I'll see about getting in touch with him at some point" Gustav said.

"Good." Rangi replied and drawing the meeting to a close, "...then
I'll notify the Captain that you're fit for duty... but don't push
yourself too much ok?"

"I won't, and thank you" Gustav said before leaving sickbay.

=/\= End Log =/\=

Lt JG Gustav Kroitzer
DCEO
USS Chimera – C

&

Cmdr Rangi Summers
CMO
USS Chimera – C

[USS Chimera] SD: 240901.22 Unity Duty Log 2ndLt. Nyx

=/\= psychiatric ward - room of Lt. Lapin =/\=

"Where's Luke," the lieutenant asked right after Mnemosyme walked in shortly before dinner was to be served. 

 

"He couldn't make it," Nym answered as she sat down in the chair near the bed.

 

Dennis eyed her warily but nodded his understanding. He looked at the small device the counselor held in her hand and a feeling of dread spread through him.  "What's that," he asked hoping the information would calm his nerves.

 

She watched as he picked at the edge of the sheet and blanket.  {A bit edgy ... wonder what's floating through his mind.}  "Just a recording device," she answered simply.  "I thought we might talk some more and I'd record it if it was okay with you... easy to make notes later and update files," she finished in way of an explanation. 

 

Dennis looked at the top of his covers like there was something interesting there, "Okay.... I guess."

 

"I'll just turn this on and then you can state that you know a recording device is being used and that I have your permission."  Nym turned the small device on and nodded toward her patient.

 

"I'm Dennis Lapin and I understand that this counseling session is being recorded to which I reluctantly agreed."

 

{His agreement wasn't really reluctant maybe just not necessarily desired and that was a pretty lucid statement for a man who just a few hours ago said he was confused.}  Nym smiled, "Why don't you tell me something about your beagle?"

 

"Peanut was a great dog  ... and ...loyal," his voice broke on the last word.  "I haven't been able to stop the images ...," the lieutenant rushed on, "its your fault... Why couldn't I have been killed with some of the others..."

 

Nym noticed the shiver of his body and the tears that streaked down his face.  "Why couldn't you have just left well enough alone," Lapin asked.  "I told them.... told them about .... the power plant.... you know the one... on New Geneva.... I couldn't even be as loyal as a dog."

 

"I'm sure you didn't want to..."Nym started but was interrupted.

 

"Yes I did... I wanted to tell them everything they wanted to know.... anything to stop the pain ....even having my throat slit would have been preferable.  I knew I could be committing treason when I told them.... and I didn't care as long as the pain stopped."

 

Nym gave the patient a light sedative and figured his own thoughts were torturing him plenty at the moment.  She still filled all her reports and made sure the Lieutenant was put on a suicide watch.  She knew others would want to question him to see what other information he had given out during his torture, because she was quite certain he had been tortured for the information.

 

=/\= End Log =/\=

 

2nd Lieutenant Mnemosyme Nyx

Jr. Counselor

SB 234 - Unity

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[USS Chimera] SD 240901.22 || 1TF Tac Log || Capt Chisulo

[Klingon - Federation Border]

Chisulo stood behind McCormack's chair with his arms crossed as the Lieutenant Commander worked the helm controls. The intelligence officer was to the station at the Captain's right working the communications and sensor console. His name was Lieutenant Jackson, from New Orleans. He had a thick bayou accent that made him hard to understand at times, but his mind was quick and he had a stellar record in the SSFI. 

"Captain Chisulo." Jackson called out in his raspy voice. "Klingon border patrol is on the line. They want to speak with the Commanding Officer." 

Chisulo approached. "On screen." He ordered in his smooth baritone. As the screen flickered to show the visage of a scarred klingon captain on the bridge of a klingon scout vessel, Chisulo  began his practiced lines. 

"This is Captain Tedros Chisulo, how may I assist you Captain?"

+We have no records of your petition to cross these borders, Captain Chisulo. What is the purpose and destination of your transit?+ The klingon didn't offer his name, only his demands. He looked to be direct, blunt, and to-the-point and he played the part well. 

"Khitomer." Chisulo replied. "I have a meeting with the Federation liason in the area. Sorry, I'm not allowed to disclose any further information."

The Klingon grunted. +We will confirm your story.+ And the transmission abruptly ended. 

"Let's hope that message got through to Khitomer." McCormack commented from the helm. 

"It has." Chisulo replied confidently. "I was  assured by Pont Brillant himself."

"They're back." Jackson said.

+Captain Chisulo.+ The Klingon said as he reappeared.  +You are cleared for passage. Safe travels.+ This time her wore a smile, and Tedros could see all of his pointed teeth. 

"Thank you. Chisulo out." He nodded Jackson to end the transmission and then  turned back to McCormack. "Commander, best speed to Khitomer. We have a meeting to attend."

[End Log]

Captain Tedros Chisulo

Tactical Advisor

Starfleet Special Forces First Taskforce

[USS Chimera] SD 240901.22 || CO Log || Capt Rojac ||

[Bridge - Deck One - USS Chimera-B]

"Lieutenant Reese." Rojac called from his chair in the center of the bridge. He had been tapping the armrest in simulated arpeggios for what seemed like half the day now. He was becoming rather irritated with all the waiting. The lithe bajoran helm officer had taken the Chimera on the patrol route four times now at three-quarter impulse. "Have you received any word from Captain Xerxes yet?"

"No sir." Was the marine officer's reply. "Shall I transmit a message?"

Rojac checked his chronometer as he leaned forward from the back of his plush throne-like chair. The plan had been to give Xerxes six hours of radio silence. It had been five hours and forty-five minutes. "No. That will not be necessary."

Rojac stood up. He legs were growing as tired as his brain from all the sitting and waiting. The Captain crossed his arms and strode over to the science station where Lieutenant Commander Ra-Zerphimi was toiling away on the passive long-range sensors. 

"Commander, any luck of your own?" Rojac asked.

"That would have to be a negative... sir." The rather eccentric elaysian officer said. He almost forgot to tack on the formal address on the end of his reply, remembering the XO's warning at the last senior officer's meeting. "Passive scans are not picking up any anomalous readings in the area of the outpost. No plasma trails, no subspace distortions or any of the usual traces of warp or impulse travel. I tried to adjust the scans to compensate for known Romulan detection countermeasures, but the passive scans are not able to provide enough resolution for a reliable scan, at this range."

"Of course." Rojac replied, tapping the arpeggio on his left bicep this time. "Keep an eye out, Commander."

"Aye sir."

Disappointed Rojac strode over to his chair once more to find a message awaiting him on the armrest display. He sat back down, and pulled up the report from Commander Wellington. As he read through it, none of his suspicions were quelled. He still found it very hard to believe that a unificationist would be in the Tal'Shiar. With the organizations long list of operations against the Vulcans, it didn't make since for them to willingly allow one into their ranks. 

Then an idea hit him when he read her line that it was as if the prisoner was not of one mind. Perhaps he wasn't. He quickly called down to sickbay to contact Commander Summers. He reply was quick.

+Summers here.+

"Commander," Rojac began, "I need a full DNA and brain scan of the Romulan prisoner in the brig. We need to determine if he is Romulan or not. Please have him sedated and processed by either yourself, or one of your senior officers as soon as possible."

+Understood, sir. Is that all?+

"Yes, Commander. Thank you. Rojac out."

"Captain." Reese called form her station. "Message from Captain Xerxes. The flight has been a success, they are in transit for landing procedures."

"What's their ETA, Lieutenant?"

"At current speed, twenty minutes."

"Good. Have her meet me in the Ready Room as soon as the last fighter is landed." He ordered. "Then begin preparations for stage two. Put security teams on stand-by for scramble. Have helm plot a direct course for a transporter sweep of the station, and double check that Scardona's transporter program is ready to go."

"Aye sir."

Rojac then headed to his office doors to send a quick update to Taskforce Command. It would be a quick read for the Lieutenant Colonel:

Commencing operation.

[End Log]

Captain Cropa Arnold Rojac

Commanding Officer

USS Chimera NCC 96899-C 

[USS Chimera] SD 240901.22 Joint Duty Log, COPS & AOPS, First Lieutenant Jade Reese & Lieutenant Junior Grade Martin Dexter

"shane.guzman@mojwap.sk" <shane.guzman@mojwap.sk> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:

<<OOC ... here's the promised ops joint log>>

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

Jade was in her office when Vaughn walked in, "just got the
memo." He said taking a seat on the spots on the small couch
that she had in the office. "So what's this new assignment?"
Vaughn asked.

"You will know when the two other people get here." Jade
said signing a few PADDs and dealing with some of the other
things that needed to get done, but that could wait a little
bit longer before they would need to get done.

Hurrying to ODCC {being late was never good, since one
stands out of the line}, Dexter walked into the room a bit
out of breath. He needed one or two more breaths before
saying: "Sir, reporting as ordered". {Damn, when I was in
the gym for the last time? Hmm ... can't remember}

Once everyone was in the office and the door was shut Jade
activated a screen on the wall to show a map of the 071
outpost, "alright our assignment is to create a timing
program to transport three security teams. The reason for
the timing program there are three holes within the shield
passes and thats when we have to get the security teams over
there." Jade said taking a seat again.

"That means three separate transporter rooms, with one or
two more dedicated to emergency support" said Dexter without
considering if his superior was already finished. He blushed
a bit and said: "I am sorry to interrupt you, sir."

Just after Dexter finish speaking the final member of the
team walked in, "sorry I'm late." Lauren Fisher said taking
a seat in the last empty chair.

"This is CPO Lauren Fisher he's one of the transporter techs
I thought it would be nice to have one on the team." Jade
said nodding when he sat down.

"No problem Lieutenant." Jade said smiling and glad that he
was finally coming out of his shell, "true, but we also need
three to set-up three different transport sites on the
outpost." Jade said brining up a more close up map of the
outpost with the three locations marked in red.

"What are the time specifications for each of the holes,
sir?" Dexter asked.

"Three seconds." Was all Jade said before continuing on she
allowed that to sink in and allow everyone to understand
after three seconds those people would be gone.

"That's definitely not much" Dexter sighed. "But I've seen a
reports some 15 years old from the USS Enterprise where
Chief O'Brien beamed once on an another Starfleet ship while
it's shields were online. He used the known shield rotation
time to achieve that and he had only milliseconds. On the
other hand ... shields were somewhat simpler 15 years back"

Lauren spoke up, "I've also read those reports, but like you
said that was 15 years ago and we've made to many advances
in shielding technology and not enough in transporter."
Lauren said, "but it only takes about half second to
dematerialize and re-materialize, so right there that's one
second and then the rest of the time will be to get them
where need them." Lauren said.

"So I would really recommend, three different transporter
rooms, three back up ones for emergency needs. I suggest
employing the computer to calculate the exact begin on the
three second holes"

"I agree once we're done here I'll check with the
transporter chief and make sure that we can do that." Jade
said looking over at Lauren who would help her convince the
Chief that they needed this many transporters.

"What about trying to beam a test object first?" Dexter
asked. "Some probe or something. If a probe gets lost – no
great harm done"

"Maybe I would need to speak with the CO and security teams,
but I think they want to be stealthy and I think a test
object would throw the surprise away." Jade said not trying
to shoot down ideas, but this mission screamed stealth.

Dexter nodded: "I understand" he said. He really did –
he was long enough in Special Forces to know that the
parameters of their mission favoured more the success of the
mission then human lives. "I'll prepare the sub routine
within half an hours"

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

First Lieutenant Jade Reese
Chief Operations Officer
USS Chimera C

&

Lieutenant Junior Grade Martin Dexter
Assistant Operations Officer
USS Chimera - C