[USS Chimera] SD 240902.07 | SB Unity | Joint Log, 2Lt Nyx (JrCns) & MCapt T'Vel (ACMO)

=/\= Infirmary =/\=

Mnemosyme had used the wall to gather her energy as she gave orders about getting both Lernen's body and the Klingon to the infirmary.  She walked in with both the injured Klingon and the body along with several security personnel.  She looked around for a doctor when a nurse approached.  Nym made the request for the doctor and offered no other information as her eyes kept searching.

T'Vel came immediately when the nurse called her and she saw the security personnel bringing the body and the injured Klingon along with Lieutenant Nyx.

"Take her to a security ward," T'Vel quickly instructed the nurse and the marine guards. She grabbed a med scanner and double checked Harbright's condition. He was 100% dead. "Dr Patell, please take the body to the morgue to have an autopsy performed." Then she turned to Mnemsyne, taking her aside to the nearest available bed. "Lieutenant, please take a seat on the biobed."

"No... thanks... I'm fine," Nym answered.  She met the doctor's gaze as she folded her arms in front of her.

"You do not look fine, Lieutenant," T'Vel said as she ran a medical scanner over Nyx.

{I know but you don't have to rub it in.}  Nym shifted her weight causing enough movement to perhaps throw off the scans.  {I hope this throws off the readings.}  And she shifted her weight back.

"Please remain still," T'Vel insisted as she studied the readings on the tricorder. "You have elevated levels of regenoblin in your system."

"It'll be fine in a while," Nym replied shrugging off the diagnosis.

"I can give you something to stabilise you, but without more information that is the best I can do," the CMO replied. 

Mnemosyme waved her hand as if casting the suggestion aside.  "No ... thanks.... I'm kind of an naturalist," she gave as an excuse instead.

 

T'Vel raised an eyebrow and then put down the medical scanner. It was clear she wasn't going to get anywhere with Nyx and she wasn't in any immediate danger of collapse. "Can you tell me what happened to the Klingon and Commander Harbright?"

"The Klingon poisoned Harbright and then the Ambassador Ayanami made sure the Klingon wouldn't be doing anything else to harm any one else on the station," Nym answered simply. 

Nodding, T'Vel continued, "You do not seem to be in any immediate medical danger. Since you do not wish to take any medication, I suggest that you get plenty of rest for the next 36 hours. You are free to leave."

"I'll start that as soon as I get my reports filed."  Nym gave a nod and left quickly not wanting to run the risk of being invited to stay again.

 

T'Vel watched Lieutenant Nyx go and began to formulate a report in her head. The incident needed to be mentioned to Commander Jacobs, but first she had other patients to attend to. 

 

=/\= End Log =/\= 

 

2nd Lieutenant Mnemosyme Nyx

Jr, Counselor

SB 234 Unity
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Marine Captain T'Vel
Acting Chief Medical Officer
SB 234 Unity
[NPC by Bren]

[USS Chimera] SD 240902.07 | Narendra Mission | Joint Log, Capt Chisulo & Cmdr Kortag'h

OOC: Sorry! Resending with the correct date...

[Runabout Fenrir - In orbit of Khitomer - Klingon Space]
 
"Are you having any success, Lieutenant Jackson?" Tedros Chisulo asked the intelligence officer in his deep smooth cadence. The American looked up with his piercing green eyes and replied in his thick Louisianian accent, "No sir. Nothing yet from the planet's surface. Are you sure he's coming along?"
 
"He's coming along, Lieutenant." Chisulo replied with a harsh look telling the intelligence officer to speak no further. "He will signal in due time. Meanwhile, keep your eyes prescient."
 
Jackson gave a half-hearted "Yessir" before returning to his sensors and communication's monitors. Chisulo left the Lieutenant to his work, and headed to the cockpit where LtCommander Faulkner was planning their route back to Narendra VIII, albeit a little deeper into the depths of their investigation. Chisulo approached quielty and placed a his hands on the back of the Commander's chair. "How are preparations, Commander?"
 
"Slow." Faulkner nodded, looking up briefly from his work to acknowledge the Captain's presence. "I can account for the spatial obstructions, but I'm having trouble planning around the Klingon's patrol routes." He pulled a schematic of the latest scans.  "We'll have two steer around two patrols, taking us into the Kantos sector."
 
"What will our ETA be?" Chisulo asked.
 
"At the proper speed required to mask our trail? A little less than a day and a half." Faulkner replied. "Plenty of time to prep for insertion."
 
Chisulo crossed his arms. "It will have to do. Were you able to find any schematics of the base while I was planetside?"
 
"Jackson was only able to hack into old engineering databases." Faulkner said as he pulled up an old schematic for the Station at Narendra VIII. "This is before their remodel in 2358 when their security and defense systems were upgraded. The ore processing facilities remained rather unchanged though, according to public files."
 
Chisulo squinted as he studied the plans. "Then plan for insertion into the cargo bays of the ore processing facilities."
 
"Aye sir." Faulkner replied. "I'll have a plan of attack ready for approval by morning."
 
+Captain.+ Jackson's voice called through the combadge. +I'm picking up the signal. Southern continent, near your rendezvous point.+
 
"Good." Chisulo said, turning to the transporter near the rear of the cockpit. "Commander Faulkner, beam him aboard."
 
Kortag'h waited while the transporter sequence completed then looked around at the interior Chisulo's shuttle.

 "Welcome aboard, Commander Kortag'h." Chisulo greeted as the materialization sequence came to a close.
 
"Captain," Kortag'h inclined his head. "Impressive shuttle."

"It serves it's purpose, Commander." Chisulo said with a nodded head in respectful greeting. "We will be getting underway shortly. My navigator will take us through the Kantos sector to avoid patrols, giving us 38 hours of preparation."

 

"Wise decision," Kortag'h said. "We should encounter no trouble while passing that way. How much do you know of the station at Narendra?"

 

"We've been able to pull up some dated blueprints from 2358." Chisulo said walking over to an unmanned workstation, pulling them up. "Would you car to study them?"

 

Kortag'h nodded and took a closer look at the schematics of the station. "I have been to the station once before. The design remains the same, but the armaments have been upgraded. I can amend your files."

 

"Very well." Chisulo turned toward the front of the ship. "Commander Faulkner, it's time for our departure."

 

"Aye sir." The red collared lieutenant commander hollered back. Within moments the whining of the warp nacelles could be heard reverberating throughout the hull plating of the danube class runabout. Soon Lieutenant Jackson popped his head from the corridor.

 

"Captain. Unity is asking or a status update."

 

"I will get it to them." Chisulo replied. "Get our load-out gets prepared, Lieutenant. We will plan our advancement in three hours."

 

"Yes sir."

 

Chisulo turned back to Kortag'h as the intelligence officer disappeared once again into the back of the small craft. He rested an arm on the back of the klingon officer's chair. "So, what do you think, Commander?"

 

"I think it is time the Empire regains it's honour, Captain," Kortag'h said firmly.

 

= End Log =

Captain Tedros Chisulo

Tactical Advisor

SSF First Taskforce

 

&

 

Commander Kortag'h

Klingon Defense Force

[USS Chimera] SD 240901.28 | Narendra Mission | Joint Log, Capt Chisulo & Cmdr Kortag'h

[Runabout Fenrir - In orbit of Khitomer - Klingon Space]
 
"Are you having any success, Lieutenant Jackson?" Tedros Chisulo asked the intelligence officer in his deep smooth cadence. The American looked up with his piercing green eyes and replied in his thick Louisianian accent, "No sir. Nothing yet from the planet's surface. Are you sure he's coming along?"
 
"He's coming along, Lieutenant." Chisulo replied with a harsh look telling the intelligence officer to speak no further. "He will signal in due time. Meanwhile, keep your eyes prescient."
 
Jackson gave a half-hearted "Yessir" before returning to his sensors and communication's monitors. Chisulo left the Lieutenant to his work, and headed to the cockpit where LtCommander Faulkner was planning their route back to Narendra VIII, albeit a little deeper into the depths of their investigation. Chisulo approached quielty and placed a his hands on the back of the Commander's chair. "How are preparations, Commander?"
 
"Slow." Faulkner nodded, looking up briefly from his work to acknowledge the Captain's presence. "I can account for the spatial obstructions, but I'm having trouble planning around the Klingon's patrol routes." He pulled a schematic of the latest scans.  "We'll have two steer around two patrols, taking us into the Kantos sector."
 
"What will our ETA be?" Chisulo asked.
 
"At the proper speed required to mask our trail? A little less than a day and a half." Faulkner replied. "Plenty of time to prep for insertion."
 
Chisulo crossed his arms. "It will have to do. Were you able to find any schematics of the base while I was planetside?"
 
"Jackson was only able to hack into old engineering databases." Faulkner said as he pulled up an old schematic for the Station at Narendra VIII. "This is before their remodel in 2358 when their security and defense systems were upgraded. The ore processing facilities remained rather unchanged though, according to public files."
 
Chisulo squinted as he studied the plans. "Then plan for insertion into the cargo bays of the ore processing facilities."
 
"Aye sir." Faulkner replied. "I'll have a plan of attack ready for approval by morning."
 
+Captain.+ Jackson's voice called through the combadge. +I'm picking up the signal. Southern continent, near your rendezvous point.+
 
"Good." Chisulo said, turning to the transporter near the rear of the cockpit. "Commander Faulkner, beam him aboard."
 
Kortag'h waited while the transporter sequence completed then looked around at the interior Chisulo's shuttle.

 "Welcome aboard, Commander Kortag'h." Chisulo greeted as the materialization sequence came to a close.
 
"Captain," Kortag'h inclined his head. "Impressive shuttle."

"It serves it's purpose, Commander." Chisulo said with a nodded head in respectful greeting. "We will be getting underway shortly. My navigator will take us through the Kantos sector to avoid patrols, giving us 38 hours of preparation."

 

"Wise decision," Kortag'h said. "We should encounter no trouble while passing that way. How much do you know of the station at Narendra?"

 

"We've been able to pull up some dated blueprints from 2358." Chisulo said walking over to an unmanned workstation, pulling them up. "Would you car to study them?"

 

Kortag'h nodded and took a closer look at the schematics of the station. "I have been to the station once before. The design remains the same, but the armaments have been upgraded. I can amend your files."

 

"Very well." Chisulo turned toward the front of the ship. "Commander Faulkner, it's time for our departure."

 

"Aye sir." The red collared lieutenant commander hollered back. Within moments the whining of the warp nacelles could be heard reverberating throughout the hull plating of the danube class runabout. Soon Lieutenant Jackson popped his head from the corridor.

 

"Captain. Unity is asking or a status update."

 

"I will get it to them." Chisulo replied. "Get our load-out gets prepared, Lieutenant. We will plan our advancement in three hours."

 

"Yes sir."

 

Chisulo turned back to Kortag'h as the intelligence officer disappeared once again into the back of the small craft. He rested an arm on the back of the klingon officer's chair. "So, what do you think, Commander?"

 

"I think it is time the Empire regains it's honour, Captain," Kortag'h said firmly.

 

= End Log =

Captain Tedros Chisulo

Tactical Advisor

SSF First Taskforce

 

&

 

Commander Kortag'h

Klingon Defense Force

[USS Chimera] SD: 240902.07 Joint Duty Backlog, MCapt. Anya Xerxes/1Lt. Jade Reese, Flight Ops CO/Chief of Operations

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Start Log
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=/\= Flight Bay, USS Chimera C =/\=
 

Tablet in hand Jade walked into the flight deck looking around being
this was her first time being on a flight deck a deck hand walked up,
"can I help you?" The deck hand asked.

 
"Yes I'm hereto see MCaptain Xerxes." Jade said hoping that she wasn't
busy knowing that she didn't even bother to send a message to her
asking if
she was busy or not.

 
"Let me take you to her office." The deck hand said turning and
leading a winding path through the rows of fighters and work benches
to the back of the flight deck where the offices were. The deck hand
walked up to the door and punched the chime and waited for the MCapt
to answer the chime.
 

"Enter" Anya called without moving her eye's from the report she was
reading on the progress that her little research team was making on
their current two projects.  Upon finishing the report Anya looked up
and saw it wasn't one of her pilots as expected but instead another
one of Chimera's department heads.  "Leftenant Reese, please come in
and take a seat.  Help yourself to the replicator if you want anything
but I'd advise sticking to coffee, it seems to be the only thing that
can be classed as fit for consumption.  I'm guessing that this isn't a
social call, so tell me what brings you down to the lower decks?"
 

Walking into the office Jade had three cups of coffee before even
coming down to see the Captain she took a seat, "well I wanted your
opinion on a side project that I've been working on with my Operations
team." Jade said.
 

"Well I'm always open to new ideas so I've no objections to hearing your
idea out.  As for the advantages of side projects if you look out that
window those AX-02 Lancers started out life as little more than a hobby
project.  So by all means fire away with your idea."  Anya responded with
a smile.  It was good that a new generation of Starfleet Officers were
willing to spend time pushing the boundaries that bit further like Kirk
and Picard before them.  One of the biggest criticisms that the Erassian
Alliance made of the Federation was that they were always too fond of
the status quo.
 

Jade nodded, "will when I got aboard USS Chimera B the Captain had me
work on breaking the communication jamming field, but when we were
about to try out my idea was when we had to abandon ship." Jade said
handing over the tablet with all the ideas with the cons and negatives
on it.
 

Anya let out a small laugh "And you made sure to take your project off
the ship with you on a padd.  I did much the same with my beloved Lancers
but as I recall I forced the padd into the then Commander Cropa's hands
and told him to make sure it got into the correct hands.  So here lies
the jammer breaker I guess." She said as she looked at the padd.
 
 
"On the tablet is two ideas one of them will require either a fighter
or some sort of shuttle to make it work. Which means either we choose
someone who knows how to work the equipment and pilot the craft, but I
would prefer someone who has combat pilot training then someone who
wouldn't." Jade said not wanting to mention that she wasn't a big fan
of risking someone life to get this done until she hears what she has
to say.
 

"Looking at this I'd rule out shuttles immediately.  They don't have
the power capacity to power the jammer breaker and they'd die in minutes
in a battle.  My AX-02 Lancers I'd rule out as well.  The equipment
would be too heavy and bulky.  The jammer breaker would also drain too
much power not to mention the disadvantage of drawing every missile
lock in the sector.  The same problems occur with the Z-105 Shadows, the
power drain would badly affect their cloaks and the signals would call
every missile in range.  The only remotely viable option is the
I-210 Amaterasu, call sign Sun God.  That's our Scout slash AWACS craft.
Though I do have reservations about using the Amaterasu though."
 

Jade nodded agreeing that a shuttle was big and clumsy and made a big
target for anyone shooting at us. Jade stood up and walked to the
window that she had that looked over the flight bay and took a look at
the Amaterasu, "those could work we would have to modify them a little
to have them do what we need them to do." Jade said.
 

Anya replied "The I-210 Amaterasu is the most expensive and most
irreplaceable craft in my department for a start.  That's not to mention
that as what is essentially a Command and Control craft for both my
Lancer Squadron and Ghost Flight the idea of allowing it to attract
enemy attention more than it already does goes against the grain.
However I will consider the option under two conditions.  One - If the
system is not used as a standard deployment but only as an Ace in The Hole
deployable only in major battles.  Two - The final say in whether the
jammer breaker is installed on Sun God is bestowed upon it's Pilot and EWO
First Leftenants Narvel Tenoro and F'Rel."
 

"Understood." Jade said walking back to take a seat, "to be honest I
was hoping that you would have said no making my choice the other idea
I had." Jade said, "well I'll let you get back to work and I'll need
some time to work on the jamming program right now it's just been a
very rough idea now with a base of operations for this idea I can now
start fine tuning it." Jade said with a smile.
 

As her guest got up to leave Anya said "I don't need to remind you 
Leftenant that an Officer has to walk the tightrope between the 
three loyalties.  Loyalty to obey your superiors, loyalty to protect 
your comrades and subordinates and loyalty to completing the mission.  
Looking to protect people is fine but people will die, its unavoidable.  
Sooner or later you will have blood on your hands all you can do is 
try and protect them as best you can but you can't insulate them from 
the harsh realities of the world.  If you can't accept that then you're 
in the long line of work.  Don't take this as a criticism but do accept 
it as wisdom from someone who already has quite a bit of blood on 
her hands."


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End Log
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Marine Captain Anya Xerxes
Flight Ops CO
USS Chimera - C


First Lieutenant Jade Reese
Chief of Operations
USS Chimera - C

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[USS Chimera] 240902.06 | Tarangor Mission | Duty Log, Cdr Rick Rodgers

=Engineering Section=
=NX Detector=

When they beamed over to the Detector a couple of hours earlier, Rick
was thankful that it didn't take as long as it did with the shipyard to
regain power. Partially as it was, they did have enough power through
a small, temporary generator to get key systems up and running.

A small team, including Rick and Jo Weathersby, along with a couple of
engineers from Jameson were joined by four security crewmen from the
Qashqai, who were currently patrolling the ship to make certain they
were the only ones on board.

"Just as reports said, only crew quarters and portions of hull not
finished," Rick said. "Rest of ship seems to be in good shape. With a little
work on engines, can probably even get underway on her own power."

"I wonder why she was abandoned?" Jo asked.

"I not know. Logs not specify what happened with ship prior to starfleet
pulling out of system. Maybe they had planned on returning, then things
changed and they not return."

"It still doesn't make any sense," she said.

"What else doesn't make sense is that room that sealed off. Something
keeping door locked. Unable to open," Rick said.

"Seems like someone was intent on not allowing anyone access," Jo
surmised. "With the logs pertaining to the room encrypted, someone
definitely wanted to keep whatever is in there secret."

"Seem that way," Rick said. "But I plan on finding out."

He walked out of the engineering section toward the sealed door. Jo
followed. He starred at it for a long moment, wondering what could be
keeping it locked. Their sensors couldn't even penetrate the bulkhead. For
all he knew, the room could be empty. Then again, why seal off an empty
room.

As he continued to stare, Rick knew that he had become obsessed, not
with the mystery surrounding the room, but the Detector as a whole. She
was an impressive ship for her time and just as impressive by today's
standards. He hoped that he could hold on to her long enough to get her
at a hundred percent.

"I think I rename ship," Rick said.

"Oh, yeah. What are you going to call her?" Jo asked.

"U.S.S. Rick. Got a catchy name, you think?"

"The hell with that! After all, I did discover her in the shipyard's data bank.
So I should get to rename her myself."

Rick turned to face Jo, "What you name her, then?"

"The U.S.S. Jo Weathersby is the greatest engineer of all time. All should
worship the ground she walks on."

"Catchy," Rick said with a grin. "Probably not fit on hull, though."

"We'll just have to make her into a bigger ship," Jo said.

Rick chuckled as two of the security crewmen walked up to him.

"Sir, we have secured the ship," the crewman reported. "We were unable to
find anything suspicious."

"Very good," Rick said.

+tap+ "Rodgers to Jameson. We ready for that tow back to shipyard at
earliest convenience."

+tap+ "Understood," came the voice of Captain Richards. "Have you been
able to determine what is hidden in that room?"

+tap+ "Not yet, sir."

+tap+ "Then I shouldn't have to tell you that I have no intention of towing
that ship until we find out what we're dealing with."

+tap+ "I understand, sir."

+tap+ "You have two hours to find out or we will have no choice than to
scuttle her."

+tap+ "Acknowledged. Rodgers out."

Rick looked around at the others gathered.

"Lets get in that room," Rick ordered.


Commander Rick Rodgers
Engineering Officer
Starbase Unity

and

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

and other npcs by Rick

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[USS Chimera] SD: 240902.06 Joint Personal Log LtCdr.MaiKai Rodgers & [NPC]Ambassador Qalvalor

=Starbase Unity=

Ambassador Qalvalor felt out of place in his current surroundings. There
were so many different races with so many strange customs. It was quite
different than what he was accustomed to.

Less than two days ago, he became a pioneer of sorts. When he stepped
foot on Unity, he officially became the first Nenon to represent his people
away from their home star system. It was a sign of great change for his
people and he felt proud to be chosen by the new government to show that
his people were worthy of being a part of the galactic scene.

There was still great tension between his people and the Federation. So
much so that, instead of opening an embassy on Earth, they had to settle
for representation on this starbase far from home. That suited Qalvalor just
fine. In time, he would convince everyone his people could be trusted.

With a two-man security escort (he was almost a foot taller than either of
them), he walked down one of Unity's wide corridors. This base was
impressive. The Nenons didn't have such a facility. Only a few small research
stations that could only each hold a couple hundred people.

He walked up to one of the married crew quarters and hit the chime.

Mai had just gotten Rachel off and ready for school and had finished cleaning up the bathroom from her daily morning prego ritual when she heard the door bell chime.  She felt so groggy she really was not feeling motivated to make her way to the door, but some how she found the strength.

When the door opened, he saw the human female who he recognized from
his files.

Mai was staring at a very tall individual in fact when she first answered the door, she was looking head on at the person's chest.  She brushed her hair out of her face and off the shoulders.

"Commander Rodgers, my name is Ambassador Qalvalor," he spoke in a calm,
assuring voice. "I am the new Nenon representative to the Federation. I wish
to speak to you. May I come in?"

MaiKai was a bit hesitant and was hoping she didn't show it too much.  "Yes, of course. Do come in," MaiKai stepped aside to allow the ambassador to step through.

"Do not worry, commander, I mean you no harm. Besides, my escort is likely
keeping an eye on me more for everyone else's sake than for my own."

Mai only nodded. She had no idea what was going on or what she was possibly getting herself into.  Ever since Rick's torture, her being pregnant and having to worry about how Rachel is fairing in a new surrounding, had her worrying about all the causes and effects that could lead to somewhere Mai wouldn't want to venture.

Qalvalor looked around, awed as how much different humans were compared
to Nenons in their tastes. Such differences was why he looked forward to
serving as ambassador.

"Is you husband here?" the ambassador asked.

Mai piped up, "I'm sorry, no he isn't.  He was called away for assistance."  Mai was hoping she sounded confident.  She didn't want to give too much about where Rick was since she was talking to a stranger and given late events.  MaiKai looked around the room before finding her manners, "You may take a seat if that suits you, Ambassador".

Qalvalor took a seat and nodded.

"That is probably for the best. I'm sure he would not want to see me at this
time. Perhaps later. Anyhow, it is you whom I wish to speak."

MaiKai took in every word. Savoring it before answering, "And to what are you referring to anyway, Ambassador?"  Mai wasn't meaning to sound short, but damn it she was tired of beating around the bush always so to speak.

"I wish, on behalf of my government, to apologize to you and your family for
the actions of a few of my people. Especially those actions that took place
against your husband a few months ago. While they were not sanctioned by
my government, Hoack is Nenon and, as such, dishonored our entire race with
his many ... crimes. I regret that these past few months have been most
difficult for you and your family."

MaiKai accidentally bit the inside of her cheek, but tried not to show the pain that she felt.  Mai was never told the logistics of what had happened to Rick.  This guy had given her more information on the situation than her own husband.  Mai was growing a bit frustrated.  Mai could only stare the guy in the face silently.  She wanted to yell that he had no idea what any of them were going through and that he would never come close to it ... ever. 

"I wish to give you this as a sign of friendship and trust," the ambassador
handed a small case to Mai and opened it. Inside was a gem that brilliantly
glowed many different colors. "I know it may not seem like much to you, but it
is the grandest of gifts we can give. A custom that dates back several hundred
years."

Mai held it in her outstretched hand, "It is wonderful, Ambassador. What is it?" MaiKai was really trying to push aside her personal feelings and be a little bit more polite and appreciative though she didn't think she should have to be.

"It is called an Umbura," Qalvalor explained. "It is a rare gem found in only one
place on our homeworld. Very unique. It is of great value and only trusted to a
few. You are the first non-Nenon to receive one. I know it doesn't make up for
all that you have suffered, but I hope that it can represent the future friendship
your people and my people will share."

Mai smiled weakly, "No, you're right. It doesn't make up for anything that has happened, but I do believe with time and great efforts that all parties may set aside their differences".

"Hoack is an enemy of my people and now on the run. While we are unable to
pursue him ourselves, we have hired certain ... individuals who are most
capable. From our last report, Hoack is halfway to the Delta Quadrant by now."

Mai only nodded to refrain from what she actually wanted to do.  She wanted to scream even if the Ambassador brought the head of Hoack to her on a platter it still would not be enough to the damage that has been done.  She just silently decided to let her gaze fall to the gem and then the floor.

Qalvalor saw a photo of a small child.
 
"Is that your daughter?" he motioned to the photo.
 
MaiKai hesitated a little bit again before answering a bit bluntly, "Yes, that's our daughter".
 
"I have four children myself," the ambassador said. "They are the main reason I
choose to be a diplomat. My hope is to better their future. This will be the
longest I have ever been apart from them. Maybe soon they will be able to join
me here. Being able to mingle and associate with children from so many different
races would be good for them as well as the good of the future of my people."

The ambassador stood.

"I shall take my leave you now, commander. I hope that we may see each other
again and become friends. I also hope to meet your husband and apologize to him
directly. As I said, my people meant you no harm. Overall, we are a good and just
people that have a lot to make up for. Unfortunately, there are a small isolated
group that remain loyal to the old ways."

MaiKai stood as well.  "I understand.  Thank you for dropping by, Ambassador.  I do appreciate what you've done here," Mai smiled weakly.

"Good day, commander," the ambassador leaned forward and nodded.

Qalvalor exited the room, escorted by his security detail.

MaiKai returned to her bedroom. She curled up on her bed and just let the tears flow.  There was too much that Rick was keeping from her.  She had known for as long as they've been dating that he wasn't telling her everything and this instance just goes to prove it. 

= End Log =

 

Lieutenant Commander MaiKai Rodgers

Head of Pediatrics Doctor

UNITY

 

&

 

Ambassador Qalvalor (npc by Rick)
Nenon Planetary League

 

 

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[USS Chimera] 240902.05 | Tarangor Mission | Duty Log, Cdr Rick Rodgers

=U.S.S. Jameson=
=Tarangor System=

Rick followed Captain Richards out onto the bridge. Richards went
straight to his chair. As he sat, he looked at the viewscreen. There
was a small, black dot among the many colors of the nebula off to
the upper right on the screen. Rick moved closer to the screen to
get a better look.

"Sir, the Qashqai had moved into a defensive position off to our
starboard side," someone said.

"Very well. Magnify," Richards ordered.

The dot got larger, as the outline of a ship of some sorts. Rick could
barely make it out.

"Increase magnification," Richards said, leaning forward.

Rick took a couple more steps toward the viewscreen.

"I can't tell what it is," Rick said.

"Helmsman, slowly move us toward that object. Thrusters only,"
Richards said.

"Aye, sir," came the reply from the helm as the Jameson began
to move forward and the image grew larger.

After a few seconds, Richards stood, "Helm, come to a stop."

The Jameson ceased its forward progress.

Richards looked at the image, which was a lot clearer. He smiled
as he made out the word Detector.

"Mr. Rodgers, it would seem that we have found your ship," the
captain proclaimed.

"It would seem so, sir," Rick also smiled. "We should prepare away
team. See what kind of condition she in."

"Agreed," Richards said. "Unfortunately, most of my people are
are back on the shipyard preparing it to be towed. I can probably
spare just a couple of people. I will also have the Qashqai prepare
a security detail. We have no idea what's over there. It could
be a Rommie trap."

"Yes, sir," Rick said.



Commander Rick Rodgers
Engineering Officer
Starbase Unity

and

Captain Grey Richards (npc by Rick)
Commanding Officer
U.S.S. Jameson

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[USS Chimera] 240902.05 | Tarangor Mission | Back Log, Cdr Bren Ohmsford and Cdr Rick Rodgers

OOC>> Takes place prior to Rick's previous log.



=Command Deck=
=Outpost R-12=
 
Rick stepped out on the deck and looked around. Crew from the
Qashqai, Jameson and Rapier were preparing the command hub
for the journey to Unity. Rick saw Bren and walked over to the
commander.
 
"Commander Ohmsford," Rick said.
 
"Rick," Bren said as he turned away from the console he'd been
reading.
 
"I have a request to make," Rick said, then handed the PADD he
been carrying to Bren.
 
He waited for Bren to read some of the the contents of the PADD
before he spoke again.
 
"I believe that ship out there somewhere. I think we should go and
see if we can find it."
 
Bren looked up from the padd back at Rick. "That's quite an
interesting looking ship, Commander. How do you propose to get her
back."
 
"I want to take Jameson. It will be at least 20 hours before shipyard
ready to tow," Rick said. "If we find Detector, Jameson can easily
tow her back here."
 
"It could be risky; we don't know if there might be any Romulan ships
hiding nearby," Bren cautioned.
 
"I believe it worth effort. It is impressive ship. Could be useful," Rick
stated.
 
Bren considered the situation for a moment. It was true the Detector
class could be very useful in the war effort. In fact, any ship at all would
be useful. Rick had completed his main job on the shipyard and all that
remained was to prepare the shipyard for towing, which was a mundane
task and not something Rick necessarily needed to be present for.

"Very well, Commander," Bren said with a nod. "But I want you to take
the Qashqai along, just in case you run into some trouble."

"Understood, Commander," Rick said. "Thank you."

Rick turned and walked out of the command center to make
arraignments with the Jameson and the Qashqai.


Commander Bren Ohmsford
Science & Act. Engineering Advisor
1st Task Force, SSF

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Commander Rick Rodgers
Engineering Officer
Starbase Unity

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[USS Chimera] SD 240902.05 || Bridge Log pt. II ||

[Bridge - Deck 1 - USS Chimera NCC 96899-C]

"Fire at will." Came the order from the Captain, and his crew wasted little time in the leap toward action.

<<Natalia - issue the attack pattern.>>

"Aye sir!" Shouted the bajoran Lieutenant at the helm. The deftly took
the Chimera into full impulse with a head on trajectory toward the
port warbird inviting a retalitiatory formation. At the 500k mark,
when the warbird began breaking off course heading in a nosedive, she
executed a corkscrew maneuver, opening the target up for a blast from
the lateral phaser arrays.

Michael punched a few commands and locked on to the Romulan ship. It
was a small and fast class, but not one that Michael recognized. He
fired the arrays and scored a hit that did minimal damage to them. "A
hit on their dorsal section Sir, minimal damage. This ship is much
more maneuverable than most Romulan ships."

"Break off for second wave." Rojac ordered. "Commander Zerphimi, I
need a detailed analysis of that warbird!"

"I'm working on it, Captain!" The science chief responded. The usual
sing-song cadence absent from his demeanor. "Telemetrics are streaming
in: unknown class, seems to be a newer scout level design. Forward
disruptors, extra engine capacity, and a small fighter compliment."

The main job for operations in a battle was to keep an eye on about
everything that was going on from sensors, weapons, shields and any
communication frequency even of that of the enemy if you get lucky and
find out what frequency they were using. While she was running through
the communications that the Chimera was picking up either the ones it
was sending out to the fighters or picking up the ones from the
fighters.

On one of the lower level frequencies Jade picked up a Romulan signal
tapping a few buttons she saved the frequency and started working on
decrypting it once she got it decrypted she listened, "Captain you
need to hear this." Jade said, "it's an Romulan distress call." Jade
said.

"On audio." Rojac ordered. Almost immediately the universal translator
played the sound byte across the birdge. +....under attack. Requesting
immediate reinforcements from waypoint alpha. I repeat, Federation
forces have engaged. We are under attack...+ Static reconsumed the
message as the frequency rotated into its next progression.

"Romulans don't send distress signals like that," Natalia said instantly.
"I think it's a distraction, Captain."

Rojac didn't need to reply. The anger in his eyes said it all for him.
Reinforcements would undoubtedly be in-bound soon, leaving the Chimera
minimum amounts of time with which to narrow the playing field. He
knew just what to do.

"Plan B. Lieutenant Howard, arm two veteron torpedoes. Lieutenant
Reese, prepare to deflector for a shield disruptor pulse."

The two officers hastily aknowledged their orders and set about to
their preparations. Meanwhile, Rojac saw the warbird make a law
defying about face with it's disruptors glowing vehemently. Like a
dragon, green fire erupted toward the Chimera.

"Brace for impact!" Rojac shouted. He grabbed for the nearest handrail
as the blast rocked the underbelly of the new battleship. A few
officers were startled and sent to the floor, but quickly regained
their composures and reassumed their positions. "Report!"

"Minor damage to the primary hull!" Natalia called out as she read the
incoming damage report text scrolling on the screen of her console.
"Structure integrity at 98.5% and holding; shields down 5% in the ventral
section. No medical reports."

"Captain!" Zerphimi shouted from science. "Romulan battleships
in-bound. They will be in firing range in one minute and ten seconds."

"Veteron Torpedos armed, Captain." Howard reported.

"Good. Have torpedo one target their propulsion systems, the second at
their bridge." The Captain ordered. "We'll only get one shot, make it
a fatal one." He turned to Reese at the Operations station. "Reese,

cover that gap in ventral shields. Transfer deflector control to the
XO at aux tactical."

Reese nodded and started tapping away at her console she first
transferred the deflector control over auxiliary tactical, so that
Trzetrzelewska could deal with that while she worked with the gaps in
the shielding. It took a few minuets but she was able to get the gaps
taken care of, but she would need to keep a constant eye on it to make
sure the gaps didn't come back or that weapons fire didn't create
more.

 

"Deflector is standing by; shield disruptor pulse armed," Natalia

"Helm. Come in at their four o'clock, full impulse." Rojac ordered.
"Someone tell Xerxes to steer clear and divert those incoming birds."

"Changing course, Captain! Full impulse." The bajoran Lieutenant cried
from helm. Almost immediately the fleeing romulan scoutship grew
larger and larger on the vessel as the Chimera's powerful impulse
engines bore dwon upon her. "Deflector range in three... two...
one..."

"Engaging deflector pulse!" Natalia shouted as she pressed the button that
delivered the weapon. The ship shuddered slightly as a shockwave emanated
from the Chimera's dual deflector and collided with the Romulan ship. A moment
later their shields were down. "Warbird shields are disabled!"

"Fire Mr. Howard!" Rojac shouted.

Within miliseconds of eachother, the green glowing munitions deployed from the Chiemra's lateral launcers and impacted their target with carnal ferocity. Almost immediately the singularity drive and the "beak" of the new Romulan scoutship erupted into a visceral blast of vetron particles sending a shockewave into the shields of the passing USS Chimera. The bridge crew was blinded momentarily by the fierceness of the blast, but quickly regained their focus upon Rojac's next words.

"Helm, bearing zero-nine-four, mark one-two-seven." Rojac ordered.
"Let's take down these battleships." Rojac said. He hoped that the
security teams on the outpost were fairing as well as the Chimera.

[To be continued...]

 

Captain Cropa Rojac

Commanding Officer

 

Commander Natalia Trzetrzelewska

Executive Officer

 

First Lieutenant Jade Reese

Chief of Operations

 

Lieutenant JG Michael Howard

Tactical Officer

 

USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

[USS Chimera] SD240902.05 =/\= Duty Log =/\= Lieutenant Colonel Vlimar PontBrillant =/\= "Status Reports? What?"

=== Vlimar PontBrillant's personal quarters ===

 

Vlimar approached Captain Picard, shaking his heand.

"It is great to finally meet you, Colonel!", Picard said. Picard, holding his earl grey tea cup with his other hand, showed genuine happiness and was smiling extensively. Vlimar wasn't sure how to respond to it, but returned the smile to Jean-Luc, and replied: "Well, I should say the same, Captain!".

 

Picard sat in the command chair of the USS Enterprise E and looked at his right. "Bien, je devrais dire que cette chaise vous irait bien, Colonel!", replied Picard, gesturing the XO chair. Vlimar looked at the chair, nodded and sat in it. Vlimar's smiled widened as he realize the honor he was subject of. "The honor is yours, Colonel", added Picard.

Vlimar smiled, stood, did the Picard Manoeuver (tuking his shirt down) and said: "Engage!". At that very same moment, Vlimar heard a loud banging at the Ready Room's room. Vlimar turned his head shiftly to the left... and saw his quarter's wall.

 

Vlimar was dreaming. For the first time in... oh, well, a very long time. Not that Vlimar had trouble sleeping or anything like that, simply that Vlimar wasn't a dreamer. He was usually going to sleep, then waking up, hours later, with nothing in between. Seconds after opening his eyes, Vlimar heard again the banging on his door, this time, coming from his quarter's door.

Vlimar shook his head, and got up from his bed. He looked at the chrono, which indicated 0422. He slowly walked to the door, shaking his head, wondering who the hell did not realized there was a chime just by the freaking door. {This better be good...}

 

Vlimar opened the door, and saw the face of Lieutenant Ruel, a member of the Operations team. Ruel looked at Vlimar and said: "Oh, did I wake you, sir?"

 

Vlimar felt his blood hurrying up in his face. "It's freaking 0422 hours, Lieutenant.", he replied. The Lieutenant looked at Vlimar amazed, obviously thinking it was the end of his own world. But, Vlimar took a depth breathe and replied. "It's fine, Lieutenant. Apologize my mid-night bad behaviour. What can I help you with?"

 

The Lieutenant took a pause, reassessing Pont's apology. "Well, we just received a status report from the Chimera, on the Alpha front.", he said. "They engaged two warbirds and currently their Security Department is securing the outpost.", he claimed.

Vlimar looked up, yawned. "Do we have any supporting unit for the attack?", he asked. The Lieutenant looked down on his PADD, then back up at Vlimar. "I dunno...", replied the Lieutenant.

 

"Are you kidding me?", Vlimar said. "You are supposed to be Shift Supervisor. Send the D'Artagnan, they should be in the area by now.", he added.

The Lieutenant nodded and walked away. "Lieutenant, next time you wake me up, asking me to do your job, I will not calm down.", coldly replied Vlimar.

 

As the Lieutenant walked away, Vlimar returned to his quarters. He looked at his bed, realizing there was no point to go back. He was on shift in about 2 hours. Vlimar walked to the replicator, asking for a tightly pressed espresso. Waiting for his drink, Vlimar yawned again, then his eyes opened widely. "The Chimera is under attack!", he said.

 

Vlimar ran out of his quarters, heading to the Operations room. His brain basically just connected the dots.

 

=== Strategic Operations Deck ===

Vlimar entered the deck, took the first available console and monitored the Chimera. He sent a message to Shane's personal console to advise him, not knowing if he was up or not.The Operations crew looked at Vlimar sitting at a console, in civvies, then resumed their work. They felt pretty good seeing the boss sitting with them, as concerned as they were.

 

=== END LOG ===

 

Lieutenant-Colonel Vlimar PontBrillant

Executive Officer - Starbase 234 : Unity

[USS Chimera] 240902.05 | Tarangor Mission | Duty Log, Cdr Rick Rodgers

=U.S.S. Jameson=
=Tarangor System=

A few minutes earlier, the Jameson arrived at the coordinates Rick had suggested.
It was the area Rick believed that would find the NX Detector, which had been set
adrift decades ago.

As the Jameson searched the vicinity, Rick sat quietly at the end of a long table in
the captain's ready room/small conference room looking over data he had transferred
over from the shipyard. The information was vast and the technical specs were
plentiful. There was a lot to read on the Detector, that's for sure, but there was one
file that file that Rick focused on. It was the one file that Rick was unable to access.

"Damn," Rick muttered.

"Problems, commander?" the Jameson captain, Grey Richards, asked from his desk.

"There is a file here that encrypted," Rick answered. "We have access to everything,
except this one file. Not know why."

"What is it?" Richards responded.

Richards was between seventy to eighty years of age. He had long since retired from
starfleet years ago, going on to run his own freighter repair business in civilian life.
When the war began, though, he had returned to his old command on the Jameson.
His hair was white, as was his mustache and beard. Richards reminded Rick a lot of his
own father.

"A section of the ship," Rick said. "Near engineering. Where torpedoes stored on a
Defiant-class today."

Richards pulled up the file on his own computer.

"The only thing I get is a name," Rick said. "A Trevor Wright."

"Trevor Wright, you say?"

"Yeah. Have you heard of him?" Rick asked.

"I have," Richards said, leaning back in his chair. "He was perhaps one of the most
brilliant engineers in the history of the Federation. Simply put, he was a genius."

"Starfleet?" Rick asked.

"No, he was a civilian. Probably considered himself too intelligent for starfleet. Even so,
he was behind some of the greatest achievements in starfleet history, and maybe even
some of starfleet's biggest disasters."

"Like what?"

"Have you ever heard of the Pegasus Incident?" Richards asked.

"Yeah. That was starfleet attempt at developing own cloak device. Instead, ship
materialized within asteroid. Highly controversial since it violated Treaty of Algeron."

"Well, Wright was one of the main people behind that cloaking device. He arguably
played the biggest role in its development."

"Why I not heard of him before if he so accomplished?" Rick asked.

Richards rubbed his chin through his beard.

"He preferred to be a behind-the-scenes type of person. He didn't need, or really want
recognition since he already knew he was brilliant. He didn't care what anyone else
thought of him. It helped when it came to the Pegasus Incident since a number of
people's careers were ruined. Wright, on the other hand, came away clean since no
one could really prove his direct involvement."

"How do you know of him?" Rick asked.

"I've been around for a long, long time," was Richards' only response.

Rick wanted him to elaborate, but decided against it.

"Could this encrypted file be another cloaking device?" Rick asked.

"Maybe, but I doubt it. Wright didn't stay on one thing for too long. He got bored easily
and would have likely gone on to another project. He has worked on anything from
trans-warp drives to advanced transporters in his day. Many of his achievements we use
today. Others ... well, they turned out to be like that cloaking device screw up."

Richards stood from his desk and looked out the window at the colorful view of the nebula.

"Some say that there are technologies he developed that remain a secret to this day,"
Richards continued. "He won't tell because he died about 20 years ago."

Rick looked over another set of files.

"It say here that he worked at shipyard for several months. Even so., he not officially on
their crew roster."

"He wouldn't be. That's how he worked. Sorta like those guys in Section 31 that are not
suppose to exist. Trevor Wright just chose not to exist."

Rick focused back on the Detector specs.

"Why so many sensors?" Rick asked. "Why divert away from weapons?"

Richards turned to face Rick.

"Well, as I'm sure you know, the first test runs of the original Defiant showed that the
weapons overloaded the ship's systems. They were believed too powerful for the design.
That was a fear from the very beginning of the ship's concept."

The old captain returned to his desk.

"There was a point where they considered giving up on the Defiants as an offensive vessel.
Now, they were not going to give up on them completely. After all, they had already built
a number of hulls and the ships were quite maneuverable and fast. So, if the Defiants
couldn't be used for attack craft, they came up with another use."

"A scout ship?"

Richards shook his head," No, no ... more than a scout ship. The belief was that the
Defiants could go a lot further into potential enemy space without being detected. With
these changes, there was nowhere in either the Alpha or Beta Quadrants these Defiants
could not go. I'm sure you can understand the implications."

Rick thought for a moment.

"A spy ship."

"That would more accurately describe the idea," Richards nodded. "That's why starfleet kept
the idea quiet. The Klingons, Romulans, Cardassians and just about everyone else would
have been pretty pissed off.  They were OK with the Defiant as it ended up being because it
was designed to fight the Borg. And the Borg were a threat to everyone. But with these
proposed changes, it would have been little use against the Borg and more of a threat to our
neighbors."

"I ... I did not about any of this," Rick said.

"Few did," Richards said. "Thankfully, Ben Sisko and his people were able to work out the
kinks and now the Defiant-class is a formidable fighting ship."

+tap+ "Bridge to Captain Richards."

+tap+ "Richards here."

+tap+ "Sir, we may have found something."

+tap+ "I'm on my way. Richards out."

The old man looked at Rick with a grin.

"We may have found your ship," Richards said. "Lets go take a look."

Rick nodded and followed Richards out onto the bridge.


Commander Rick Rodgers
Engineering Officer
Starbase Unity

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Captain Grey Richards (npc by Rick)
Commanding Officer
U.S.S. Jameson

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[USS Chimera] SD: 240902.04 Unity NPC Log Rowan(Child)

=/\= Docked Transport from Aeren III =/\=

A small muddy figured peeked out the opened door where fresh fruits and vegetables had just been unloaded.  She watched as all the busy figures inspected, directed, examined, searched and moved people and crates in all kinds of directions.  She slipped from the craft she had snuck onto and to the docking deck floor.  She moved in the shadows of the stacked boxes and crates. 

 

She was able to make it to a long hallway by blending in with the legs of the adults that paused before moving down the corridor.  At the end of the hallway she peeked at a new hub of activity that both excited and confused her.  Noticing a nearby plat she moved from the shadow that she was engulfed in and hid behind it to watch all those that seemed to rush from once place to another.  There were a few who sat at tables but they never seemed to stay very long; many leaving partially eaten food and half drunk drinks behind. 

 

She watched as a rather large man sat down at one of the tables nearest to where the others were walking.  She admired his gold and black uniform.  She licked her lips and swallowed as he sipped at the drink in front of him.  She rubbed her hands on her pants rubbing as much dirt off the pants as her hands.  She rubbed her nose with the back of her index finger and then over her mouth with her palm-side of her fingers.  She watched as the last drop of liquid slid from the glass and into the mans mouth.  {I wish ... it was my last sip.  My mouth feels like cotton.}

 

She watched as the nice lady brought the fat man another drink and said something to him.  She watched as the balloon like head nodded.  Her stomach growled loudly and she looked around to make sure that no one else had heard and found her.  Satisfied that no one had discovered her hiding spot she turned her attention back to the table.  She noticed that the man hadn't touched his new drink yet and that he seemed to be talking to himself.  The nice lady was back and set a plate down with a round sandwich on it. 

 

The man made a funny face and stood.  He looked at the plate in front of him and shook his head before walking off.  {OH... no} she thought.  Her stomach had other ideas and growled again setting her feet in motion.  Using the bags that people carried and the shadows they made she quickly made her way to the table.  She climbed onto the chair and carefully picked up the glass.  She took a sip and swished the sweet liquid around her mouth.  {Its fizzy} she thought as she swallowed.  She looked at the round sandwich and deeply breathed in the aroma.  Her stomach rumbled loudly and she blushed as she looked around at the others.  She lifted the top off the sandwich and noticed a slice of cheese and a leafy green.  It smelled warm and spicy.  She replaced the top and took a large bite.  She closed her eyes while she chewed savoring every flavor of the morsel in her mouth.  She quickly swallowed and open her eyes to take another bite. 

 

With her eye open, however, she met the steely gaze of a man with a broad chest and a small scar under his left eye.  Her hands began to shake as she put the sandwich back on the plate.

 

"What is you name," came the deep throated demand.

 

She swallowed hard and her lip trembled as she looked down at the floor.  Her head slowly came back up as she followed his legs up to his waist and then the broad chest and then as he stood to his full height her head tilted back a bit as her gaze came back to his.  Her lips still trembled as she quietly said, "Rowan."

 

=/\= End Log =/\=

 

Rowan

&

Security guy

 

NPCs  played by Jass

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