Saturday, February 21, 2009
[USS Chimera] SD: 240902.21 Duty Log, MCapt Anya Xerxes, Flight Ops CO
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Start Log
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Anya took a draw off her cigarette. Normally she wouldn't have
needed one but today she had two big reasons why she had to
indulge. First up and most personally irritating to herself was the
performance of her AX-02 Lancers and the Z-105 Shadows against
the Romulan Warbirds. Whilst the outcome of the scenario was
victory this time in larger engagements her fighter unit would
suffer casualties. The problem itself hadn't come from the
performance of the Lancers or Shadows themselves, the fighters
performances were bang on the initial estimates.
The problem arose with the armaments that were on offer were
just plain poor. Starfleet unlike the Erassian Alliance Military had
only really looked to the tactical advantages of fighters during the
First Dominion War whereas the Alliance had incorporated fighters
into their military structure since the formation of the Alliance
over 140 years ago.
Anya cursed at the poor provisions on offer wishing that she
had previously had time to look at the development of new
fighter weapons as she had initially planned. However due to
the insanely short time she had to finalise and build prototypes
of the AX-02 Lancer she had no opportunity to look into weapons
development.
The issue was that the missiles on offer were suitable for hitting
fighters and light bombers they just didn't pack enough punch to
hurt a capital ship in anything other than large quantities.
Torpedoes on the other hand packed a huge punch but were easy
to avoid when dropped and therefore had a tendency to miss.
Whilst the torpedoes would be ideal for attacking a space station
or a ground base they just weren't suitable for use against capital
ships. What was needed was a middle ground that would combine
the maneuverability of the missiles with the power of a torpedo.
What she needed was an ASM…an Anti Ship Missile.
She sent the order to suspend all research into the two current
projects in her development lab. The Anti Ship Missile would have
to take precedence over the Bunker Busters and the Stand Off
Dispensers. Luckily though it didn't look likely that the Federation
was going to be fighting any major ground battles soon so the
Close Air Support could be placed on the backburner for now.
Anya sighed and sent off copies of the development report to
the CO, Starfleet R&D and annoyingly enough Commander Lernen
Harbright the Intelligence Advisor. This allowed Anya to move
onto the second problem…the new Romulan Assault Fighter.
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End Log
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Marine Captain Anya Xerxes
Flight Ops CO
USS Chimera - C
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[USS Chimera] SD240902.21 Joint Duty Log - LtCmdr/1Lt CSci/COps Xindi Ra-Zerphimi and Jade Reese - "Valuable Information"
kevin coupe <fallenang3l4@gmail.com> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:
=/\= Deck 8 Science Facilities, USS Chimera C =/\=
With the cataloging and scanning of the debris finished Jade needed a
more expert eye to look at the scans, so she decided to head down to
the main science facilities on deck 8 this was another first for her
in all of her career she never really had to deal with scientist
expect for to protect them on missions. Walking into the facility it
was very much like the ODCC with many monitors, but the main
differences was the amount of labs they had on either side of the
facility.
Lt Commander Ra-Zerphimi was sitting in his office busy reading
through the latest reports from his various sub-department heads. He
had a team working on analysing every last sensor log in order to
learn more about the Romulan ship they encountered and to try and find
anything that could give them a clue or an insight or anything that
would keep them one step ahead of the Romulans.
Jade had to stop someone, "excuse me where can I find the CSci
officer?" Jade asked.
"He's in that office down there." The ensign said pointing to an
office on the far wall.
"Thanks." Jade said starting to head to the office once she made it to
the office and hit the chime and waited for a response to come in.
"Enter," the Efrosian scientist said and looked up as the Chief Ops
officer entered. "Leftenant, it's a surprise to see you here. How may
I help you?"
"Will my ops team and some deck crew just finished cataloging and
scanning the debris from the outpost, but I need more of an expert eye
to take a look at the scans." Jade said walking up to the desk.
"Certainly, please take a seat," Ra-Zerphimi said.
Taking a seat Jade put the tablet on the table and slid it to the
Commander said, "and I was hoping that or someone on your team could
take a look at them?" Jade asked.
Ra-Zerphimi took the padd and looked closely at the spectral scans of
the outpost's hull fragments. The analysis showed in detail the damage
done by the Romulan disruptors and revealed just how they've been
improved.
"It appears there is a large amount of antiproton radiation remaining
on the fragments that were hit by disruptor fire," Zerphimi said as he
studied the results. "Antiprotons are very powerful. Romulan
disruptors tend to leave behind traces of antiproton radiation, but
this is more than is usually detected."
"How much more is more?" Jade asked not liking the sound of how much
more powerful these disruptors are. She has seen first hand of much
damage a Romulan disruptor can cause.
"High levels of antiprotons are difficult to control with precision
and requires strong weapons infrastructure, so they must have spent
some time researching upgrades for these weapons," the Chief Science
Officer said.
"How much power would they need to control that amount of
antiprotons?" Jade asked knowing if they knew how much power they
would need they could potentially gain knowledge some other
technologies that the Romulans might have.
"There's something else here as well," Zerphimi interrupted her. "But
I can't quite identify the signature. I'll have to do a little more
investigating."
"Alright do as much investigating as you need. The actual debris is in
cargo bay 3 if you need to see them. We're going to start a second
round of scans with different techniques to make sure we get
everything we need from the debris." Jade said.
Zerphimi nodded. "Thank you, lieutenant. As for the power... I'm not
sure quite how much exactly would be needed, but they would need to
invest a lot in containment systems, which means one breach of those
systems could blow up the whole ship. The Romulans' technology seem to
be growing more powerful, but also seemingly more unstable."
"Alright thank you Commander I'll make sure the Captain sees your
initial report. We may be able to use their new disruptors against
them." Jade said thinking out loud learning where they keep those
containment systems would be very valuable information knowing that
one hit would destroy a ship.
[End]
Lt Commander Xindi Ra-Zerphimi
Chief Science Officer
[NPC by Bren]
&
First Lieutenant Jade Reese
Chief Operations Officer
USS Chimera C
[USS Chimera] SD240902.21 Joint Duty Log - Capt/1Lt CO/COps Cropa Rojac and Jade Reese - "Information from Debris"
kevin coupe <fallenang3l4@gmail.com> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:
<<OOC - there will be a log between myself and Bren (playing the CSci)
that comes before this log which explains what we found on the outpost
debris.>>
=/\= Captain's Ready Room, USS Chimera C =/\=
After spending close to ten hours cataloguing and scanning the debris
from the outpost Jade decided that they would finish up the first part
of the assignment she wanted to give an update to the Captain, she
knew that it was late, but she was hoping the Captain was in his ready
room. Walking up to the door Jade hit the chime she then looked around
the bridge realizing how quiet it was durning the late night shift.
Rojac was running through the departmental reports from the reason
battle that were strewn across his embedded desktop display. He used
the tactile interface to "stack" them over to the side while he
composed a conciliation letter to a crewman's next of kin. It was his
third of the day. He had gone through half of his five pound bag of
sumatran coffee in the hours since the battle, and was glad to have a
distraction when he heard the chime sound. "Come." He replied.
Stepping into the ready room for the first time since becoming a crew
member of the Chimera, "Evening Captain." Jade said walking up to his
desk.
"Good evening, Lieutenant." Rojac responded genially with a broad grin
beneath the whiskers of his beard. "Have you come to add to my stack
of paper work?" He asked, jokingly referring to the padd in her hands.
"Um depending on how you look at it." Jade said with a smile, "just
wanted to stop by ad update you on how we're fairing with the debris."
Jade said producing a PADD and handing it to the Captain.
He took the offered padd, and set in on his desktop without looking at
it. Instead, he gestured to position opposite his at the large wooden
desk to the chair with the dark brown leather cushions.
"Would you care for a cup of coffee, Lieutenant?" He asked. "Grown on
the Earth island of Sumatra. I had your quartermaster send up my
personal stockpile of the stuff after the battle this morning."
"Yes sir." Jade said taking a seat, "how's the ship faring after the
battle?" Jade asked.
"Great." Rojac responded. "Even with the Romulan's new class of
disruptor, the shields held up remarkably well. As I'm sure you
noticed. You didn't have to transfer so much power to them." He
smiled. "Though, I noticed a lag time in the point defense programs on
the phaser arrays. I'm having Lieutenant Howard take a look at them to
see if he can remedy the situation. See if you can help him boost the
processing power if you have time."
"I'll get some personnel from beta shift and have them take a look at
it." Jade said.
"So tell me, Lieutenant." Rojac said, leaning back in his chair and
crossing his arms over his chest. "How do you think the mission went?
How well did the crew perform from your perspective?"
"As for the mission I think it went as well as it could've everything
that we thought might happened did and we were prepared for it." Jade
said she took a moment to think about the second part of the question,
"knowing that this was the first mission on a new ship I think the
crew did well they anticipated orders and reacted quickly and
effectively to yours and the XO's orders." Jade said.
"Well, I suppose that is all that is asked of them." He reached over and picked
up the padd she had given him earlier. "Thank you for the report,
Lieutenant. Now
go get some rest. It's late and its been a long day."
"Yes sir." Jade said smiling and standing up she headed for the door
she would make one stop before heading to her quarters she needed to
speak with LtJg Dexter with a small assignment that if he had time
during his shift he could start and then alpha shift could finish it
up.
"Dismissed." Rojac said with a grin.
[End]
Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer
USS Chimera C
&
First Lieutenant Jade Reese
Chief Operations Officer
USS Chimera C
[USS Chimera] SD 240902.21 | Tarangor Mission | Duty Log, ALt Dacour (XO)
= Outpost R-12 - Station Section 34 =
Wearing an oxygen mask, a phaser pistol in her right hand mounted with a flashlight and a tricorder in her left hand, Lieutenant Dacour and her team of two marines walked through the corridors of the station, sweeping the derelict structure deck by deck, gathering info but also making sure there were no hostiles hiding anywhere.
They'd come to Section 23 when Pazla picked up a very faint energy signature on her tricorder and the set off down the maze of corridors to investigate just what exactly was giving off the energy signature. It was so faint that the tricorder couldn't make out effectively what kind of energy it was.
"We're getting closer," Pazla said as they continued forward. "I think it's in this next section."
The team entered Section 35 and walked down a corridor into a large engineering room that contained the station's secondary fushion generators.
"Those generators aren't powered," Sergeant Treor noted.
"Maybe it's residual energy," Corporal Manchen suggested.
"It's not residual and it's not coming from the generators," Pazla said as she studied her tricorder. "See that cylinder there? It's coming from that."
Treor shone his light on the cylinder and stepped closer to get a better look. "This doesn't look like Starfleet technology to me. Romulan, maybe?"
"I don't think it's Romulan either, boys," Pazla said as she leaned closer. Her commbadge chirruped and she almost jumped. "Dacour here," she tapped it.
"Lieutenant Dacour, this is the Rapier. Commander Telsons requests that you return to the Rapier. The Jameson has tractored the shipyard and we are ready for departure," the ops officer's voice said.
"Please put me through to the captain," she requested, still looking at the device.
"Telson here," came the commander's response after a few seconds. "Something the matter, lieutenant?"
"I'm sorry my inspections gone into overtime, sir, but I think we've found something... some sort of device in the station's auxiliary reactor room. We can't determine it's origin, but it's definitely not Federation and..."
There was a sudden loud noise as the doors behind them closed out of their own accord. Pazla looked back at the device and it appeared to be pulsating.
"Lieutenant? Pazla, come in..."
"Sir, we're locked in and the device just started pulsating. I have no idea what—"
"Stand by, I'm beaming you out of there."
Hank had hardly spoken when the blue transporter lights enveloped the group. A moment later they were standing in Transporter Room 1 back on the Rapier. Wasting no time, Pazla stepped off the pad and headed towards the door but light tremors suddenly appeared and then a powerful jolt nearly sent her flying to the ground.
She grabbed the railing bar against the transporter console as the lights flickered and the transporter pad went dead. A moment later emergency lighting came on.
"What the hell was that?" the half-Klingon officer said as she hurried to a wall terminal while Treor and Manchen helped each other up.
Reading the incoming damage report, Pazla felt shocked and relieved at the same time. The device they'd been staring at only a few minutes earlier had turned out to be a bomb of some kind. It had exploded and knocked out the Rapier's shields. Luckily there was no damage to the hull and the other three ships suffered no damage. If the shipyard had still been attached to the station, then it would have been destroyed as well.
"That was close," Treor said as he read over her shoulder.
"Too close," Pazla muttered under her breath.
= End Log =
A-Lieutenant Pazla Dacour
Executive Officer
USS Rapier NCC 61582
Wearing an oxygen mask, a phaser pistol in her right hand mounted with a flashlight and a tricorder in her left hand, Lieutenant Dacour and her team of two marines walked through the corridors of the station, sweeping the derelict structure deck by deck, gathering info but also making sure there were no hostiles hiding anywhere.
They'd come to Section 23 when Pazla picked up a very faint energy signature on her tricorder and the set off down the maze of corridors to investigate just what exactly was giving off the energy signature. It was so faint that the tricorder couldn't make out effectively what kind of energy it was.
"We're getting closer," Pazla said as they continued forward. "I think it's in this next section."
The team entered Section 35 and walked down a corridor into a large engineering room that contained the station's secondary fushion generators.
"Those generators aren't powered," Sergeant Treor noted.
"Maybe it's residual energy," Corporal Manchen suggested.
"It's not residual and it's not coming from the generators," Pazla said as she studied her tricorder. "See that cylinder there? It's coming from that."
Treor shone his light on the cylinder and stepped closer to get a better look. "This doesn't look like Starfleet technology to me. Romulan, maybe?"
"I don't think it's Romulan either, boys," Pazla said as she leaned closer. Her commbadge chirruped and she almost jumped. "Dacour here," she tapped it.
"Lieutenant Dacour, this is the Rapier. Commander Telsons requests that you return to the Rapier. The Jameson has tractored the shipyard and we are ready for departure," the ops officer's voice said.
"Please put me through to the captain," she requested, still looking at the device.
"Telson here," came the commander's response after a few seconds. "Something the matter, lieutenant?"
"I'm sorry my inspections gone into overtime, sir, but I think we've found something... some sort of device in the station's auxiliary reactor room. We can't determine it's origin, but it's definitely not Federation and..."
There was a sudden loud noise as the doors behind them closed out of their own accord. Pazla looked back at the device and it appeared to be pulsating.
"Lieutenant? Pazla, come in..."
"Sir, we're locked in and the device just started pulsating. I have no idea what—"
"Stand by, I'm beaming you out of there."
Hank had hardly spoken when the blue transporter lights enveloped the group. A moment later they were standing in Transporter Room 1 back on the Rapier. Wasting no time, Pazla stepped off the pad and headed towards the door but light tremors suddenly appeared and then a powerful jolt nearly sent her flying to the ground.
She grabbed the railing bar against the transporter console as the lights flickered and the transporter pad went dead. A moment later emergency lighting came on.
"What the hell was that?" the half-Klingon officer said as she hurried to a wall terminal while Treor and Manchen helped each other up.
Reading the incoming damage report, Pazla felt shocked and relieved at the same time. The device they'd been staring at only a few minutes earlier had turned out to be a bomb of some kind. It had exploded and knocked out the Rapier's shields. Luckily there was no damage to the hull and the other three ships suffered no damage. If the shipyard had still been attached to the station, then it would have been destroyed as well.
"That was close," Treor said as he read over her shoulder.
"Too close," Pazla muttered under her breath.
= End Log =
A-Lieutenant Pazla Dacour
Executive Officer
USS Rapier NCC 61582
[USS Chimera] SD 240902.21 | SB Unity | Duty Log, MCapt T'Vel (ACMO)
= SB Unity - Infirmary =
T'Vel was sitting in the office of the Chief Medical Officer making notes about medical files and sifting through things that still had to be done. Commander Summers was on her way back to the base and T'Vel wanted to have everything in top shape when she returned so that she could easily take over. She imagined that it must have been a surprise to the Commander to receive her request for leave, but T'Vel felt it could be put off no longer.
She had not returned to Vulcan since the death of her husband and her children have been away from their ancestral homeworld for too long. With Summers' team returning and things stabilising for the medical team, T'Vel decided she should seize the opportunity before she was not desperately needed at Unity. The USS McCoy was also scheduled to dock at Unity within the next month which would bolster medical reinforcements in case of an emergency.
The sound of a chime drew T'Vel's attention and she looked up through the glass panes to see one of the young nurses, Petty Officer Luinda, waiting to enter.
"Enter," T'Vel said and turned her chair towards the Trill nurse. "How may I help you?"
"I came to bring you the stock update for Pharmacology Storage 4, doctor," she said, sitting down and looking slightly nervous. "But there's a slight problem."
"A problem?" T'Vel asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, doctor," Luinda said, her spots very pale. "We've noticed a large store of diophyletine is... missing."
"Missing?" T'Vel arched her eyebrow higher.
"Yes, ma'am," Luinda nodded. "Two containers, each with 6 vials, are missing. Well, not entirely missing, just... empty. The vials inside were empty."
"Is it possible the stock has been misplaced and the containers erroneously labelled?" T'Vel asked.
"It could be, ma'am, but that would be a pretty obvious mistake to make," Luinda objected. "And several months ago I checked the stock and the containers were full."
"Never underestimate incompetence," T'Vel replied, thinking for a moment. "But it is perhaps rather unlikely that it would have been misplaced. How many patients have been administered diophyletine since we received the stock?"
"None, I've checked thoroughly," she replied. "Really, I've checked thoroughly and there's no record of any patient requiring diophyletine."
"Not many patients require diophyletine," T'Vel said, musing aloud. "It stabilises biomimetic functions. There's no record either of any officer specifically requesting diophyletine?"
"None, ma'am," Luinda shook her head.
"A mystery," T'Vel said. "Thank you, Nurse Luinda. You may return to your duties. I will investigate the matter further."
= End Log =
Marine Captain T'Vel
Act. Chief Medical Officer
Starbase Unity (SB 234)
[NPC by Bren]
T'Vel was sitting in the office of the Chief Medical Officer making notes about medical files and sifting through things that still had to be done. Commander Summers was on her way back to the base and T'Vel wanted to have everything in top shape when she returned so that she could easily take over. She imagined that it must have been a surprise to the Commander to receive her request for leave, but T'Vel felt it could be put off no longer.
She had not returned to Vulcan since the death of her husband and her children have been away from their ancestral homeworld for too long. With Summers' team returning and things stabilising for the medical team, T'Vel decided she should seize the opportunity before she was not desperately needed at Unity. The USS McCoy was also scheduled to dock at Unity within the next month which would bolster medical reinforcements in case of an emergency.
The sound of a chime drew T'Vel's attention and she looked up through the glass panes to see one of the young nurses, Petty Officer Luinda, waiting to enter.
"Enter," T'Vel said and turned her chair towards the Trill nurse. "How may I help you?"
"I came to bring you the stock update for Pharmacology Storage 4, doctor," she said, sitting down and looking slightly nervous. "But there's a slight problem."
"A problem?" T'Vel asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, doctor," Luinda said, her spots very pale. "We've noticed a large store of diophyletine is... missing."
"Missing?" T'Vel arched her eyebrow higher.
"Yes, ma'am," Luinda nodded. "Two containers, each with 6 vials, are missing. Well, not entirely missing, just... empty. The vials inside were empty."
"Is it possible the stock has been misplaced and the containers erroneously labelled?" T'Vel asked.
"It could be, ma'am, but that would be a pretty obvious mistake to make," Luinda objected. "And several months ago I checked the stock and the containers were full."
"Never underestimate incompetence," T'Vel replied, thinking for a moment. "But it is perhaps rather unlikely that it would have been misplaced. How many patients have been administered diophyletine since we received the stock?"
"None, I've checked thoroughly," she replied. "Really, I've checked thoroughly and there's no record of any patient requiring diophyletine."
"Not many patients require diophyletine," T'Vel said, musing aloud. "It stabilises biomimetic functions. There's no record either of any officer specifically requesting diophyletine?"
"None, ma'am," Luinda shook her head.
"A mystery," T'Vel said. "Thank you, Nurse Luinda. You may return to your duties. I will investigate the matter further."
= End Log =
Marine Captain T'Vel
Act. Chief Medical Officer
Starbase Unity (SB 234)
[NPC by Bren]
[USS Chimera] SD 240902.21 | Tarangor Mission | Joint Log, Cmdr Ohmsford (1TF Sci/Eng) & Cmdr Rodgers (AEO)
=Command Deck=
=Outpost R-12=
As soon as the Detector was towed back to the shipyard,
Rick went straight to talk with Bren. As soon as he arrived,
he walked up to the mission commander.
"Commander," Rick said.
"Rodgers, good to see you're back, we were beginning to
wonder what was keeping you up," Bren replied.
"Took more time than thought to find Detector, but we found=Outpost R-12=
As soon as the Detector was towed back to the shipyard,
Rick went straight to talk with Bren. As soon as he arrived,
he walked up to the mission commander.
"Commander," Rick said.
"Rodgers, good to see you're back, we were beginning to
wonder what was keeping you up," Bren replied.
her. We managed to bring her back here."
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"That's excellent news. I take it she's salvageable if you
brought her back?"
"The Detector is incredibly good shape. We will have to use
force fields on some parts of ship, but I believe she be able
to make trip to Unity under her own power," Rick reported.
"Brilliant, then the Jameson is free to tow the shipyard," Bren
replied. "I think the Commodore will be very pleased to hear
this news. We can get underway immediately; the yard is
prepped and ready for flight."
"There something else. I need to talk to you alone," Rick
said with a low tone so that only Bren could hear.
"Oh?" Bren asked, then saw the look on Rick's face. He walked
away from the technicians monitoring the station's systems to
an alcove that was a little more private.
Rick followed Bren.
"What is it? Did you discover something?" Bren asked, his
suspicions raised. With all that's been going on one could never
be too careful.
"There something you need to see," Rick said. "But I can
give you the basics."
Rick handed Bren a data PADD. Rick knew that Bren, as a
science adviser first and foremost, would understand better
than most the device they had discovered.
"This is what I been able to write up thus far," Rick explained.
"It is a very powerful tech ... technology inhibitor we found
on Detector. It ... it's power is incredible."
Bren scanned over the padd the first time and then stopped,
what he was reading, forgetting rank formalities. "This is
amazing. Where... how did you... does it work?"
Rick rubbed his eyes, trying to remember what he knew.amazing. Where... how did you... does it work?"
"I not know specifics, but may be similar to very high yield
energy dissipator not unlike what Breen used during Dominion
War. Though there are other factors that make this device more
effective over such wider area, including some sort of tachyon
field that I have never even heard of before. It apparently
enhances it, but to what extent ..."
He looked down at the deck, then back at Bren.
"Without further study and understanding of the device, I not
able to be more detailed."
"I remember reading about this experiment when I was at R&D,
but the project had been abandoned and the records were
classified," Bren said, thinking back on his time as the deputy
director. "This was proposed by Thomas Wright, if I'm not
mistaken."
apparently continued his research here. The Detector was to
perhaps test the first device before shipyard ordered abandoned."
"I wonder whatever happened to him," Bren mused. "He just sort of... disappeared. Some say he was a genius, one of the best."
Rick thought for a long moment.
"According to report, Wright died some 20 years ago. But ..." Rick
said, then paused for a moment. He considered leaving it at that.
"Commander, Trevor Wright is ..."
"Alive."
Rick turned and saw Grey Richards ... aka Trevor Wright standing
a few feet away.
Bren looked ahead at the Jameson's captain and frowned. "Alive? How do you mean, sir?"
"Commander Ohmsford, I am not Captain Richards. My name is
Trevor Wright. I am alive. And that device on the Detector IS of
my creation."
= End Log =
Commander Bren Ohmsford
Science & Act. Engineering Advisor
1st Task Force, SSF
-
Commander Rick Rodgers
Engineering Officer
Starbase Unity (SB 234)
[USS Chimera] SD 240902.21 | Tarangor Mission | Duty Log, Cmdr Ohmsford (1TF-Sci/Eng)
= Outpost R-12 - Command Deck, Shipyard =
Bren looked at the chronometer as he sat at one of the operations consoles on the command deck of the R-12's drydock, monitoring the shipyard's systems. They had finished a little early with the preparations for the shipyard to be transported and were waiting for the Qashqai and the Jameson to return, but it was 30 minutes past their rendezvous time and they had not returned yet.
"Any word yet?" Bren asked the officer who was monitoring the communications station.
"None sir, I'm still waiting for confirmation from the Qashqai and the Jameson," the officer replied.
"Great," Bren muttered under his breath. He hoped nothing had happened to the two ships. Certainly Guzman wouldn't be too happy that he sent both the Qashqai and the Jameson into what could've been potentially a trap. His career would go down the drain very quickly if that were the case.
"Relax," Commander Telson said with a friendly grin as he was busy studying the station's communications beacon. "I'm sure they're just a few minutes behind schedule, right? If we hear nothing in the next hour, I can send a runabout to go have a look."
"Thanks, I'd appreciate it," Bren said as he got up and walked over to Telson's station. "Have you managed to copy the entire log archive?" he said in more hushed tones so that no one overheard.
Hank nodded quickly. "I have. Just double checking the last of the information now." They'd first detected that the R-12's comm beacon had bean active when they arrived at the station, and Telson had called Bren on the Qashqai to give him the urgent news that someone's been using it.
Further analysis would show them who exactly had been using the station's comm beacon and what for. But officially, the station's beacon was supposed to have been shut down with no communication going through it. The comm beacon had not been set to purge it's archives, so anyone could come along and access it which would prove dangerous for the Federation with R-12 so close to Romulan space.
Hank and Bren were keeping the information between the two of them until they got back to Unity, just in case there was a mole around. Bren hated having to be on his guard 24/7, but it was unfortunately necessary in the current climate. You never knew when a Tal'Shiar spy would crawl out of the woodworks.
"Commander, the Qashqai and the Jameson have confirmed they are returning," the comms officer said.
"Thank you," Bren said, letting out a small sigh.
"Well that's a relief," Hank grinned. "Pazla is still doing a sweep through the station, but she'll be finished before they get here."
"Great, then we can pack up and leave," Bren said. "This place is slowly starting to give me the creeps."
= End Log =
Commander Bren Ohmsford
Science & Act. Engineering Advisor
1st Task Force, SSF
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Commander Hank Telson
Commanding Officer
USS Rapier NCC 61582
[NPC by Bren]
Bren looked at the chronometer as he sat at one of the operations consoles on the command deck of the R-12's drydock, monitoring the shipyard's systems. They had finished a little early with the preparations for the shipyard to be transported and were waiting for the Qashqai and the Jameson to return, but it was 30 minutes past their rendezvous time and they had not returned yet.
"Any word yet?" Bren asked the officer who was monitoring the communications station.
"None sir, I'm still waiting for confirmation from the Qashqai and the Jameson," the officer replied.
"Great," Bren muttered under his breath. He hoped nothing had happened to the two ships. Certainly Guzman wouldn't be too happy that he sent both the Qashqai and the Jameson into what could've been potentially a trap. His career would go down the drain very quickly if that were the case.
"Relax," Commander Telson said with a friendly grin as he was busy studying the station's communications beacon. "I'm sure they're just a few minutes behind schedule, right? If we hear nothing in the next hour, I can send a runabout to go have a look."
"Thanks, I'd appreciate it," Bren said as he got up and walked over to Telson's station. "Have you managed to copy the entire log archive?" he said in more hushed tones so that no one overheard.
Hank nodded quickly. "I have. Just double checking the last of the information now." They'd first detected that the R-12's comm beacon had bean active when they arrived at the station, and Telson had called Bren on the Qashqai to give him the urgent news that someone's been using it.
Further analysis would show them who exactly had been using the station's comm beacon and what for. But officially, the station's beacon was supposed to have been shut down with no communication going through it. The comm beacon had not been set to purge it's archives, so anyone could come along and access it which would prove dangerous for the Federation with R-12 so close to Romulan space.
Hank and Bren were keeping the information between the two of them until they got back to Unity, just in case there was a mole around. Bren hated having to be on his guard 24/7, but it was unfortunately necessary in the current climate. You never knew when a Tal'Shiar spy would crawl out of the woodworks.
"Commander, the Qashqai and the Jameson have confirmed they are returning," the comms officer said.
"Thank you," Bren said, letting out a small sigh.
"Well that's a relief," Hank grinned. "Pazla is still doing a sweep through the station, but she'll be finished before they get here."
"Great, then we can pack up and leave," Bren said. "This place is slowly starting to give me the creeps."
= End Log =
Commander Bren Ohmsford
Science & Act. Engineering Advisor
1st Task Force, SSF
-
Commander Hank Telson
Commanding Officer
USS Rapier NCC 61582
[NPC by Bren]
Friday, February 20, 2009
[USS Chimera] SD 240902.21 Joint Log, Capt Rojac (CO) & Cmdr Trzetrzelewska (XO)
[Brig - Deck 12 - USS Chimera]
Captain Cropa Rojac strode purposefully past the saluting Marine guards into the heavily secured brig of the USS Chimera. He quickly spotted the forms of his Executive Officer, Natalia Trzetrzelewska and Master Chief Heath Johnson, the marine in charge of the Away Team mission.
"Good." Rojac replied. "We don't need a re-enactment of events from the Jardan incident." He walked up to survey the cell from the safety behind the force field. "Are they talking?"
"Except for the one who claims to be a follower of Surak, no sir." replied Johnson, who was also quickly checking his equipment for the up coming mission," However, they may have talked to the commander." The XO shook her head. "No sir, nothing."
Captain Cropa Rojac strode purposefully past the saluting Marine guards into the heavily secured brig of the USS Chimera. He quickly spotted the forms of his Executive Officer, Natalia Trzetrzelewska and Master Chief Heath Johnson, the marine in charge of the Away Team mission.
"Commander, Chief," Rojac began as he neared the pair. "What's going on?"
"Captain," Natalia nodded as Rojac entered the Brig. "We've just completed the search of the prisoners. Medical will be along shortly to evaluate them and make sure they carry no internally concealed weapons or means of suicide."
"Good." Rojac replied. "We don't need a re-enactment of events from the Jardan incident." He walked up to survey the cell from the safety behind the force field. "Are they talking?"
Rojac looked over to Natalia.
"Well lets see if we can change that." He turned to the Chief. "Have Jardan get an interrogator in here immediately to find out as much as he can. We'll have to turn them over to UNITY once we arrive and I don't want to have to wait for the information to 'trickle down'."
"Aye, sir," Johnson said. "I'll get on it right away."
"Thank you, Chief." Rojac nodded as the marine saluted and went off to perform his duties. Then he turned to his XO. "Natalia, after the medical team's evaluation of the prisoners I want you to check up on Reese's survey of the debris she's beamed aboard to Cargo Bay 3. According to Howard's scans, those were new warbird designs we encountered. And it looked like an upgraded disruptor system as well. We should study the effects they have on Federation hull compositions closely."
"Aye, sir," Natalia nodded. "I'll have Science take a look at them and see what they can extract."
"Yes, I'm sure Ra-Zerphimi would love a few new specimens in that shiny lab of his." Rojac smirked. "Very well, that's all for now. UNITY is sending in the Eagle and the Explorer to help the D'Artagan sentry these parts, at least until we can get another outpost here. When they arrive, I'll have Lt Rayna set course for UNITY."
"I'll keep an eye on our 'guests' until the medical team and the interrogator arrives," Natalia said.
"Good." Rojac nodded. "I'm off to sickbay then. I have something I need to discuss with Commander Summers."
Natalia gave a nod to the captain as he left and then turned back to the guards. She had considered having the Unificationist moved to another cell block, but then decided against it. Maybe his presence could provoke a revealing conversation among the rest of the prisoners that could give them a few clues.
[ End Log ]
Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer
-
Commander Natalia Trzetrzelewska
Executive Officer
-
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C
[ End Log ]
Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer
-
Commander Natalia Trzetrzelewska
Executive Officer
-
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C
[USS Chimera] Fwd: SD240902.20 =/\= Duty Log =/\= LtCol PontBrillant
Pierre-luc Denis <pldenis@gmail.com> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:
> == BEGIN LOG ==
>
> =/\= Executive Officer's office, SB 234 =/\=
>
> Vlimar read the order for the third time. It was rather unexpected
> that
> some Rear-Admiral took over the Alpha & Beta front, even though they
> were stable and well managed. {{All politics, someone wants their name
> on the reports...}}, he though.
>
> The news was delivered minutes ago, but, still, Vlimar didn't
> dispatch it to the fleet. He waited. He waited that RAdm LaGrand's
> fleet started moving. Vlimar's holoprojector was following the
> theater, but now, it was also scanning for SF fleet movement towards
> the
> area.
>
> It was a rather disturbing though that, upon asking for reinforcement,
> they would receive the vessels, along with the oversized egos. Vlimar
> finished that though at the exact time that he finished his cup of
> tea.
> He stood from his chair, and stretched non-chalantely.
>
> Vlimar stood there for a few seconds, then looked down at his monitor.
> His right hand <<the same that used the dermal regenerator>> pressed
> on
> the monitor, opening the COM.
>
> + Alpha front, respond.+
>
> + Alpha front flag here, go ahead.+
>
> Vlimar took a deep breathe, then said: + New orders have been sent to
> your command post, priority 1.+
>
> + Alpha front copy, out. +
>
> Vlimar smiled. He liked that response. Vlimar was a strong believer
> that orders are made to be executed, not challenged nor explained.
>
> +Beta front, respond. +
>
> Nothing...
>
> + Beta front, respond. This is TF Command. +
>
> + Go ahead!+, was heard after a few seconds...
>
> + New orders have been issued to your command post, priority 1. +,
> Vlimar stated.
>
> + What are they? +, was responded, instantly.
>
> + Oh, for God's sake! Read your orders, TF out!", Vlimar answered.
>
> Vlimar shook his head. The orders were confirmed by both fronts and
> the
> yellow dots on the holoprojector changed to a dark orange, meaning
> that
> new orders were dispatched and acknowledged by each individual vessel.
>
> /***\/***\/***\ENCRYPTION O822C9Q /***\/***\/***\
>
> To:
>
> Alpha Front, SSF Compliment
>
> * USS Victory
> * USS Explorer
> * USS Eagle
>
> Beta Front, SSF Compliment
>
> * USS Excalibur
> * USS Loki
>
> Supplemental Reserve, SSF Compliment
>
> * USS Sol
> * USS Everest
> * USS Kilimanjaro
>
> PRIORITY 1
>
> Relief fleet on the day. Upon relief, report to Starbase 234: UNITY
> for
> inspection and stand ready for reassignment.
>
> /***\/***\/***\END COM /***\/***\/***\
>
> === End Log ===
>
> Lieutenant-Colonel Vlimar PontBrillant
> Deputy Commander, 1st Task Force, SSF Command
> Executive Officer, SB 234 :UNITY
[USS Chimera] ||Special purpose log|| SD 240902.20, Commo. Shane Guzman
"shane.guzman@mojwap.sk" <shane.guzman@mojwap.sk> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:
====== Shane's office, SB 234: UNITY
======
Sitting behind his desk, Shane was thinking about Admiral
LeGrand and his forces and about ways how to make the best
of it. It was clear that with alpha and beta fronts in
regular Starfleet hands, Task Force can concentrate on the
remaining two fronts (gamma, delta) and offer more battle
capacities when needed. Some of the task force units could
even return to 'normal' duties and missions not
involving the Romulans.
The door leading into his office hissed open and Shane's
aide – Lieutenant Pakosii entered the office.
"Sir, there is a problem that I think is my duty as your
aide to address" he stated.
Shane raised en eyebrow … custom that he learned long ago
from Lieutenant Oriana and said: "Go ahead, Lieutenant".
Pakosii nodded and said: "It's Lieutenant Colonel Vlimar
PontBrilland, sir, your deputy and XO. Yesterday you issued
orders to the Colonel regarding the Task Force, but
addressed it to Lieutenant Colonel DuPont"
"What?" Shane asked, "Who the hell is DuPont?"
Pakosii shrugged: "I don't know, sir. But there is no
officer with the name DuPont on the station or in 1st Task
Force. There are nine DuPonts in Starfleet, but none bears
the rank of Lieutenant Colonel …"
Shane sighed: "Ah well … must have made a mistake. I
should remember not to issue orders at 23:00 … but" he
looked at Pakosii, "what's so nig about such a simple
mistake that you came to me?"
Pakosii smiled: "You must know best, sir … since it's
the third time you used that name while addressing the
Colonel. The first time I thought it's a simple typo, the
second time it was an oral order so I might have heard
something wrong … but this time it's inside a written
order. I am sure Colonel PontBrilland won't like it …"
"Really?" Shane asked, "three times already?" He
remained silent for a moment, trying to link the name DuPont
with something else. "Ah, well … he said at last, I
really must remember the name of my XO, must I,
Lieutenant?" he asked.
Pakosii only smiled and remained silent.
"Well, thank you for letting me know about that
Lieutenant. Please slap me the next time I do this again and
I guess I have to apologize to DuPo … erm … PonBrillant
…."
====== End of log ======
Commo. Shane Guzman
CO, 1st TF, SSF Command
CO, SB 234: UNITY
[USS Chimera] SD 240902.20 || Narendra Mission || EA Amb Ayanami, Fed Capt Chisulo, & KDF Cmdr Kortag'h ||
[Runabout Fenrir - Narendra System]
Chisulo stepped off the transporter pad and ripped the balaclava off his face as he approached the front of the craft. Jackson sat in the command seat, Kortag'h to his right. The Captain pushed the intelligence officer to the side and opened a channel to the incoming fighter.
"Ambassador Ayanami. Please halt your progress." Chisulo called over the audio only channel. "We are in a delicate operation and cannot afford discovery."
Kortag'h looked up at the mention of the Ambassador's name. "The Hybrid?" he questioned.
Chisulo nodded to his friend as he awaited the Ambassador's reply.
Chisulo waved to Jackson the second the hybrid ambassador mentioned the in-bound squadrons. As she reached the end of her dialogue he saw the confirmation on the intelligence officer's screen. His mind raced, calculating the most likely time of detection to be during the emergency beam out that close to the computer core. He should have known better, but self-criticism would have to wait - if there would be time for it at all.
"I don't think we can afford to wait on your calvary, Ambassador." Chisulo replied calmly over the line. He turned to the others two members of his make-shift crew. "Commanders, if you could get the remaining combat kits in the back."
Kortag'h nodded and got up from his chair, proceeding with Faulkner to the back of the runabout to retrieve the combat kits.
Alecto said "As I'm sure a clever individual like yourself will know phaser rifles won't do a thing against a fighter...so care to tell me what you're up to Captain?"
"I'm continuing my mission, Ambassador. Though on a quicker pace than I had originally planned." He took the seat vacated by Kortag'h and transferred the helm controls over. He hit full impulse on a trajectory toward a point 100 kilometers "above" the station. Jackson looked at him puzzled.
"You ain't gonna retreat, Captain?" Jackson asked, as the two commanders Faulkner and Kortag'h came in from the weapons lockers in the back.
Chisulo responded, though he didn't remove his eyes from the flight plan he was conducting. "The good ambassador knows as well as I that a danube class runabout, no matter how many times its engines are upgraded, can not compete with the superior cochrane output of a scorpion fighter. They'd be on us before we can get past Narendra VI."
"So what are we doing, sir?" Faulkner asked, slinging the phaser rifle of his shoulder.
"What is it your people say Kortag'h?" Chisulo called over his shoulder.
"Today is a good day to die," Kortag'h grinned as he spoke.
"Ambassador, can you run a distraction on the planet side of the base?" Chisulo asked.
"We'll do what we can but we're going to be very badly out numbered real soon." Alecto replied.
"Thanks." Chisulo replied. He looped in an arc to make a two-hundred and seventy degree turn for a direct course at the top of the station. He reached a hand over to an auxiliary screen and pulled up the station's schematics - eying a particular target at the top.
Alecto broke right leading her fighters around to the planet side of the station.
The station grew closer and closer on Chisulo's screen, until it became clear to Faulkner where Chisulo was heading. "Holy shit." Faulkner said. "You better buckle up Kortag'h. He's heading for the conference room viewports."
"d'Hujok," Kortagh muttered rudely under his breath as he tightened his bat'leth strap and reached for the reinforced gravity buckles on the chair.
Chisulo punched the throttle of the runabout on its final trajectory. The large viewports of the klingon station grew closer and closer until he could see the scrambling figures inside. Then he cut the engines and fired the reverse thrusters hard.
The runabout Fenrir plowed through the reinforced composite windows and structural integrity field, smashing the large wooden klingon conference table into thousands of shattered splinters. The vacuum created by the entry violently tore apart the room until the emergency force-fields sealed the gap.
There was a moments calm until the side hatch of the broken runabout opened up. Chisulo's boot hit the deck plating first, crunching on the debris. He held his phaser rifle at the ready, Kortag'h just behind him.
"Lets find that General." Chisulo said.
[End Log]
Ambassador Alecto Ayanami
Erassian Alliance Ambassador
Federation SB 234: UNITY
Captain Tedros Chisulo
Tactical Advisor
SSF First Taskforce
Commander Kortag'h
Klingon Defense Force
[USS Chimera] || SB 234: UNITY || SD 240902.20 CO's log, Commo. Shane Guzman
"shane.guzman@mojwap.sk" <shane.guzman@mojwap.sk> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:
======= Conference longue three , SB 234:
UNITY ======
Looking around himself LaGrand added: "This station is
ideal for fleet command. Upgrades performed here are fine,
but there still needs to be done a lot of improvements on
her defensive facilities. All those murky civilians have to
be removed from the station. I really can't understand why
are they still here. It's war and this is a Starfleet
station. The war here went a wring way for too long ... but
things will change now"
Shane remained silent for a while. LaGrand seemed to be
determined about his words and Shane had only one 'ace'
in his sleeve. Using it too soon, could do more harm then
needed and let's face it; Shane did not want to anger the
Admiral. In every case Admiral LaGrand and his fleet will be
Task forces neighbors and both men will have to cooperate
tightly.
Shane nodded and said calmly: "But, Admiral … I have my
orders directly from General Kira. She will surely not like
me disobeying them" he tried his luck.
LaGrand shook his head: "That's not so important. I am
sure General Kira will be only happy if things improve here.
Aren't we all Starfleet officers?"
Shane shrugged and replied: "That's true, but there is
one more point. I can't surrender command of the Task
Force units to someone with no Special Forces clearance."
"I am a Rear Admiral" LaGrand said loudly, "I do not
need any clearances, not from Special Forces, or anyone
else. I am cleared by Starfleet Command and I am sure you
won't doubt their authority"
"Of course not, Admiral" Shane replied, "but what
about all those classified missions my forces are currently
performing? I am sorry, sir, but here are my hands bound –
you know that only SSF Command or Starfleet Command
'directly' can order my to surrender classified
information to anyone else."
LaGrand muttered something quietly, but he knew that Shane
was right. Intelligence had always own rules to follow and
rank played here not the most important role. One could be a
Fleet Admiral but without an Intelligence clearance – one
would not be allowed to play along.
"All right, Guzman. All classified missions will stay
under your command, but all other vessels wil be transferred
to my fleet"
"I understand" Shane replied, "but this brings a new
problem. I cannot reveal the names of vessels used for
classified missions to you …"
"I don't need to know that, Guzman … just transfer the
rest …." LaGrand said, but then his voice faded as he
realized the problem. He could not have the REST of the Task
Force under his command, since he could not be told about
who is NOT in the rest. He pierced Shane with his glance.
Shane had to do his best not to smile. It was very good that
he did not have to refuse orders from LaGrand … "I
suggest" Shane said, "that we immediately contact
Special Forces Command and ask General Kira to clear you up
for the required intelligence security level."
After a long pause LaGrand nodded: "All right, Guzman. I
get in touch with General Kira, but the moment I get the
clearance I want ALL your forces to be ready".
Shane nodded and hid a smile again. He was sure that Kira
will NOT agree on LaGrand taking command over the Task Force
and all will stay as it was now. "Of course, Admiral" he
replied, "might I suggest you dispatching your forces on
the alpha and beta shift front till you get the clearance?
I'd like to fetch some of the most battered vessels back
for repairs"
LaGrand nodded: "Yes, I send my fleet immediately. My 50
ships will deal with any Romulan aggression." With that,
he turned around and left the conference longue.
Only now, Shane allowed himself a broad smile and muttered:
"Much luck, Admiral". He tapped his badge and contacted
Colonel PontBrillant:
+TAPS+ Guzman to PontBrillant. +
+TAPS+ PontBrillant here +
+TAPS+ Admiral LaGrand and his fleet will take over alpha
and beta fronts immediately. Please order all our forces to
retreat back to the UNITY once LaGrand's forces arrive at
their positions. Use what vessels necessary to strengthen
gamma and delta fronts and have the rest of the ships stay
on the unity for a week of R&R +
+TAPS+ Understood, sir +
====== End of log ======
Commo. Shane Guzman
CO, 1st TF, SSF Command
CO, SB 234: UNITY
Thursday, February 19, 2009
[USS Chimera] SD 240902.19 || JL || CO & CMO || Capt Rojac & Cmdr Summers ||
[CMO's Officer - Sickbay - Deck 11 - USS Chimera-C]
Rojac strode through the hallways past the medtrolleys and
beds adorned with the injured crew from the last battle. He
stopped and conversed with a few while on his way to his
unannounced visit to Commander Summer's office. The attitude
in sickbay was quite casual, despite recent battle. It
wasn't a bad thing, crew were being taken care of; it was
just unexpected for the Commanding Officer after such a
stressful encounter with a Romulan flotilla. He approached
the office door to the CMO, walking past the frosted glass,
and pressed the chime.
" Yes..." Rangi said, still engrossed in the data she was
reading." Come in" she added almost as an after thought and
it was a second or so before she looked up to see who wanted
to speak to her.
"Captain!" she said, hiding the surprise she had at seeing
him enter the room. She got to her feet. " This is
unexpected.....how may I help you?"
"We need to talk." Roajc said as he approached the doctor's
desk. The door shut behind him. He motioned to the chair,
"May I?"
"Of course." Rangi indicated the chair opposite her own and
waited until he began to take his place before sitting down
herself.
Rojac took the seat offered, and laced his hands atop his
lap as he leaned back into the cushions of the chair. "I
read your memo." Rojac stated after a beat.
Rangi had been half expecting a meeting at some point and
she tried to guage Rojac's response, deciding that it wasn't
going to be good.
"You mean the one about morale." she said.
"That's the one, Commander." Rojac nodded. "I understand
your points. However, I don't feel that drawing back on
standards of conduct and decorum is the only way to improve
morale in your department. Discipline, I feel, plays an
integral part in holding a team together in a stressful
situation."
"I agree." Rangi replied. "But, with respect, I feel that
sickbays and to some extents infirmaries, have their own
type of stress level."
"How do you mean, Commander?" Rojac asked, crossing his arms
in front of his chest.
Rangi considered her reply for a moment or two. " We work
all the time with people under stress." she began. "They
come here or are brought here because of ill health or
injuries. It's surprising just how many people are wary of
even stepping through the door." she said holding his level
gaze with her own.
"If they come for treatment, often they cannot wait to
leave. Some imagine even small problems are life
threatening. Almost everyone who comes in here voluntarily
has an element of stress accompanying them." She shifted on
her chair.
Rojac strode through the hallways past the medtrolleys and
beds adorned with the injured crew from the last battle. He
stopped and conversed with a few while on his way to his
unannounced visit to Commander Summer's office. The attitude
in sickbay was quite casual, despite recent battle. It
wasn't a bad thing, crew were being taken care of; it was
just unexpected for the Commanding Officer after such a
stressful encounter with a Romulan flotilla. He approached
the office door to the CMO, walking past the frosted glass,
and pressed the chime.
" Yes..." Rangi said, still engrossed in the data she was
reading." Come in" she added almost as an after thought and
it was a second or so before she looked up to see who wanted
to speak to her.
"Captain!" she said, hiding the surprise she had at seeing
him enter the room. She got to her feet. " This is
unexpected.....how may I help you?"
"We need to talk." Roajc said as he approached the doctor's
desk. The door shut behind him. He motioned to the chair,
"May I?"
"Of course." Rangi indicated the chair opposite her own and
waited until he began to take his place before sitting down
herself.
Rojac took the seat offered, and laced his hands atop his
lap as he leaned back into the cushions of the chair. "I
read your memo." Rojac stated after a beat.
Rangi had been half expecting a meeting at some point and
she tried to guage Rojac's response, deciding that it wasn't
going to be good.
"You mean the one about morale." she said.
"That's the one, Commander." Rojac nodded. "I understand
your points. However, I don't feel that drawing back on
standards of conduct and decorum is the only way to improve
morale in your department. Discipline, I feel, plays an
integral part in holding a team together in a stressful
situation."
"I agree." Rangi replied. "But, with respect, I feel that
sickbays and to some extents infirmaries, have their own
type of stress level."
"How do you mean, Commander?" Rojac asked, crossing his arms
in front of his chest.
Rangi considered her reply for a moment or two. " We work
all the time with people under stress." she began. "They
come here or are brought here because of ill health or
injuries. It's surprising just how many people are wary of
even stepping through the door." she said holding his level
gaze with her own.
"If they come for treatment, often they cannot wait to
leave. Some imagine even small problems are life
threatening. Almost everyone who comes in here voluntarily
has an element of stress accompanying them." She shifted on
her chair.
"In wartime, when the injuries can be extreme, when patients
die and theres nothing that we can do for them, the stress
is for us as well as for them. We save lives, we strive to
keep people alive and when its beyond us... well... I'm sure
you can understand the feeling. You yourself take the
aftermath, the condolence letters. Stress is a daily part of
life here and because its a never ending thing...oh I agree
it isn't always at the highest level.." she added quickly. "The
teams here need to have an easy relationship with
each other.They have discipline and I think their results
speak for themselves."
Rojac nodded. "I concede your point, Commander. You're the
officer on the field, and I will defer to your judgment on
the matter. But the problem arises that you will not be 'in
the field' to much longer. As I'm sure you know..."
Rangi nodded. " Yes." she said and gave a short smile. " I
recieved the orders...a recall to Unity."
"Yes." Rojac said. "Which leads to my real reason for this
visit: to determine who you are taking with you, who is
staying, and a recommendation for your replacement."
" I've been thinking about that." she replied. " I gather
that Doctor Fisher and Lucy Fleming are recalled too. I
would have suggested Scott for the position but I know he
has other plans. I'd like to suggest Alexander Rice."
She reached across the desk, sorted through a pile of padds,
selected one and offered it to Rojac.
each other.They have discipline and I think their results
speak for themselves."
Rojac nodded. "I concede your point, Commander. You're the
officer on the field, and I will defer to your judgment on
the matter. But the problem arises that you will not be 'in
the field' to much longer. As I'm sure you know..."
Rangi nodded. " Yes." she said and gave a short smile. " I
recieved the orders...a recall to Unity."
"Yes." Rojac said. "Which leads to my real reason for this
visit: to determine who you are taking with you, who is
staying, and a recommendation for your replacement."
" I've been thinking about that." she replied. " I gather
that Doctor Fisher and Lucy Fleming are recalled too. I
would have suggested Scott for the position but I know he
has other plans. I'd like to suggest Alexander Rice."
She reached across the desk, sorted through a pile of padds,
selected one and offered it to Rojac.
" You'll see that he has an impressive record...hence his
selection for SSF, of course. During this mission he proved
himself very capable. He's also very well liked." she added
and when Rojac glanced up he saw a glimmer of
amusement in her expression as it illustrated exactly her
thoughts on crew interaction.
Rojac chuckled at the mention of the crew's geniality with
him. "That's all well and good, Commander. I just want to
know if he can do the job. I'll review this, and pass it on
to Commander Trzetrzelewska as well." He stood from his
chair. "I hope your return to UNITY goes by smoothly,
Commander."
"I'm glad to have served aboard Chimera again...but I'm
really glad to be going home."
Rojac gave her a knowing smile and handshake. "The honor
was ours, Commander."
[End Log]
Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer
&
Commander Rangi Summers
Chief Medical Officer
[USS Chimera] || SB 234: UNITY || SD 240902.19 CO's log, Commo. Shane Guzman
"shane.guzman@mojwap.sk" <shane.guzman@mojwap.sk> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:
======= Conference longue three, SB 234: UNITY
======
Finally, the door hissed open and a tall man in a Rear
admiral uniform walked in. Shane beamed a smile at the man
and offered a hand for shake. "Welcome Admiral LaGrand"
"Commodore Guzman" replied LaGrand, "I have to say
that I am NOT impressed by your forces"
This word catches Shane out of guard as he was expecting an
least some sort of a polite reply. It appeared that the
Admiral only now noticed Shane's hand and he shook it
absently. Looking directly in Shane's eyes he went on:
"When Starfleet Command ordered me to come here, I
expected Special forces to offer more a match to the Romulan
forces."
Without giving Shane a chance to say anything, LaGrand
continued: "I've studied all the battle reports for last
2 months as well as your and Colonel PontBrillant reports.
There were at least 15 encounters I would react to
differently and far more effective. I must say that the
casualty ratio of your forces is not impressive by far. I
expected to see better results from Starfleet's best" he
finished hinting at the Special forces motto.
Only now Shane could enter this conversation: "I must
admit that in several cases we suffered severe loses, but we
do our best to keep up with the Romulan forces. Our biggest
problem is that the front line is to wide and we have too
little ships to cover it all"
LaGrand shook his head: "Nonsense. I've seen the
dispatchement schemes of your forces and have to say that
they are very poor. But I am not blaming entirely you
Commodore, as I know that you are not very long in your
office. Its not long ago since you were promoted to flag
officer and you don't have much experience with fleet
command. Special Forces should have sent someone else to
watch over this area. Nonetheless, I am finally here and I
take over all the fronts in this sector."
"Excuse me, Sir" Shane said not wanting to give way so
soon, "order that I've became stated that you shall take
over alpha and beta zones, not the entire front. Were there
any new orders that did not reach me yet?" he tried to
sound polite. It was never a clever idea to mess up with an
Admiral ... not even when you were a commodore.
LaGrand pierces Shane with his stare and said: "No, those
orders are still valid, but as I see the situation here,
it's better I take over the whole front. Your forces will
pass over to my command and remain as backup and resupply
units".
"This isn't necessary, Admiral, is it?" Shane asked.
"I mean that Special Forces aren't specialized in large
scale combat and a lot of our vessels are special purpose
vessels, not heavy combat ones"
LaGrand nodded : "I am aware about that, Guzman and
that's why I don't want to put them on the front line.
Fast and maneuverable ships are ideal for recognizance and
resupplying as well as supporting fast response units."
Looking around himself LaGrand added: "This station is
ideal for fleet command. Upgrades performed here are fine,
but there still needs to be done a lot of improvements on
her defensive facilities. All those murky civilians have to
be removed from the station. I really can't understand why
are they still here. It's war and this is a Starfleet
station. The war here went a wring way for too long ... but
things will change now"
====== End of log ======
<<OOC ... will Shane gave the way? Will the Task Force
became an inferior force under LaGrand's command? Lets
read the next log and see yourself!>>
Commodore Shane Guzman
CO, 1st TF, SSF Command
CO, SB 234: UNITY
[USS Chimera] SD240902.19 =/\= Joint Duty Log =/\= Lieutenant Colonel PontBrillant & Captain Rojac
Pierre-luc Denis <pldenis@gmail.com> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:
> [Ready Room - Deck One - USS Chimera]
>
> Rojac left First Lieutenant Reese at the Conn to watch over the
> investigation of the debris while he retired to his office to file the
> necessary reports, and enjoy a cup of Sumatran coffee. Following the
> battle, Rojac had the quartermaster transport in the bag of beans he
> had
> bought on his last trip to Earth and he promptly made a french
> press. He
> loved the spicy, herbal and earthy qualities of Sumatran coffee. It
> had
> a tangy bitterness that had a habit of snapping his daydreams back to
> the reality before him. He liked that.
>
> He brought the mug to his lips once more as his other free hand worked
> the console embedded in the full length of his desktop to set up a
> transmission back to Starbase UNITY. Once completed he turned to the
> display on the back wall to meet the visage of his immediate superior,
> Lieutenant Colonel Vlimar Pont Brillant.
>
> "Colonel." Rojac nodded. "It's a pleasure to see you."
>
> Vlimar was sitting in his office, listening to the clear sound of the
> Nocturne No 2, Opus #9, leaning back, his body turned to the view
> post,
> his feet resting on a coffee table at his left side. Although the
> position might have looked uneasy from the outside, it was overly
> comfortable for Vlimar. A small beeping sound, coming from his monitor
> woke him up from his daydreaming, as he realized someone was calling
> him.
>
> Vlimar swung back in his chair, to face the monitor. He pressed the
> "pause" button, reverting the screen to the generic welcome message,
> with the Starfleet logo. Half a second later, the face of Rojac
> appeared, making Vlimar smiled.
>
> "Ahhh! Captain!", he said. "What can I do for you?", he asked.
>
> "Well, Colonel." Rojac paused for a moment to consider how best to
> phrase his report. "The Romulan Forces have been repelled at Outpost
> 0071, but at the expense of the outpost itself."
>
> Vlimar listened to the report, with a serious look. {At the expense of
> the outpost}, he repeated in his head. Vlimar looked down for a
> fraction
> of a second, then back up. Vlimar nodded, then said: "What are the
> details?".
>
> "During the engagement, the Romulans opened disruptor fire on the
> station causing it to leak plasma. I immediately dropped shields,
> against the better advice of my XO, and beamed all lifesigns aboard."
> Rojac reported. "We were able to save all personnel, and
> capture a few Romulan soldiers, but the outpost was lost."
>
> Vlimar nodded. "I am glad to hear that we suffered no causalities.",
> he
> replied, simply. Vlimar's said the last sentence, without any
> emotions.
> It was obviously a disturbing news that such an important outpost was
> destroyed. "I am expecting to see the full
> report within 24 hours, Captain.", he added.
>
> "Of course, Colonel." Rojac nodded. "I will have a full report wired
> to
> you as soon as my Chief of Science's investigation is complete.
> However,
> I have a request."
>
> Vlimar, who was expecting the conversation to be over, looked up at
> Rojac. "Oh?", he asked.
>
> "Captain Henry and the D'Artagan have petitioned me to request
> reinforcements to help guard this gap in the sensor field until it can
> be patched." Rojac said. "Do we have any forces to spare?"
>
> Vlimar did not reply for a second. He looked to the right of his
> monitor at the holoprojector that shows the status of the war. "It
> depends if you expect much resistance..." he replied. Seconds later,
> he
> added: "I will dispatch the USS Eagle and the USS Explorer."
>
> "Thank you, Colonel." Rojac said. "I will see you upon our return to
> UNITY. Rojac out."
>
> Vlimar nodded to Rojac, as the communication ended. Vlimar typed the
> orders and dispatched them to the fleet. Seconds after, the two yellow
> dots, representing the Eagle & the Explorer on the holoprojector
> started
> moving, heading towards the D'Artagnan.
>
> Vlimar pressed on a button on his console, to call his attaché. Seco
> nd
> later, the attaché entered the room. "Please, send the new orders
> to
> Commodore Guzman, for his information."
>
> "Yes sir!", was the reply of the attaché.
>
> Vlimar turned his chair back at the viewport, leaning his feet up the
> coffee table. The emptiness of space seemed, more than before,
> comfortable.
>
> ***** END LOG ****
>
> Captain Rojac
> Commanding Office, USS Chimera
>
> &
>
> Lieutenant Colonel PontBrillant
> Deputy Commander, SB 234 : UNITY
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
[USS Chimera] SD240902.17 Duty Log - 1Lt COps Jade Reese
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=/\= Bridge, USS Chimera C =/\=
Jade was at her station looking over reports from the destroyed
outpost 0071 the CO wanted Ops to look at the debris, +taps+ Chief I
need you to transport some of that debris to cargo bay 3. +taps+ Jade
said into her COMM she wanted to run some scans on some of the debris.
+taps+ Copy that el-tee how many pieces do you want? +taps+ The chief
asked Jade.
+taps+ All of it. +taps+ Jade replied moving the sensor readings from
the external sensors so they would have something to compare the scans
to.
+taps+ Copy that el-tee. +taps+ The chief said with that he closed the
channel and started beaming all the debris into cargo bay 3.
Jade stood up and nodded to Dexter letting him know that he has main
ops while she would be down in cargo bay 3 supervising the scans and
investigation of the debris this would be the first time she would be
working with the deck crew. +taps+ Lt Vaughn can you meet me in cargo
bay 3 with a ops team. +taps+ Jade said walking into the turbolift,
"computer cargo bay 3." Jade said after the turbolift doors closed.
+taps+ On my ma'am +taps+ Vaughn said pointing to certain ops
personnel and pointing them to the door. Putting his PADD down he
looked around the ODCC, "Ens Baco you're in charge while I'm in the
cargo bay 3 with the el-tee." Vaughn said walking over to where the
group of operation personnel were standing.
=/\= Cargo Bay 3, USS Chimera C =/\=
Once everyone who was going to help with dealing with the debris was
in cargo bay 3 Jade walked in after meeting with the deck chief she
was thanking him for allowing her to use some of his men. "Alright we
need to catalogue, scan, and compare the scans to the initial scans
that the science took after the battle was over." Jade said a little
louder than usual, but she wanted to make sure everyone could hear
her.
"Are we looking for anything in particular?" Vaughn asked.
"Yes and no." Jade said, "if we find something unusual than yes and if
not it'll read like a normal report." Jade said she then walked over
to where the debris was everyone who she was able to assemble started
to cataloguing the debris and running an initial scan.
First Lieutenant Jade Reese
Chief Operations Officer
USS Chimera C
[USS Chimera] SD 240902.18 Away Mission MasterChief Heath Johnson
**** On the outpost**** The teams materialised in what seemed to be a small storage area. Checking to see that everyone made it Heath motioned to the others to split up and move out. When they left, he pushed a button on a small device on his arm and motioned to his partner, Spc Gordon, to follow him. They moved out into a corridor and walked the few meters to another door. They heard the voices and Heath knocked on the door. He figured that they couldn't very well just bust down the door. The door opened and Heath wasted no time. He brought up his rifle and butted the romulan in the face. The guard went down in a spray of green blood and didn;t move. He heard firing coming from somewhere and he hoped that no shots would go wild. They went in to the room and found the outpost members lying on the floor tied up in restraints. Seeing this, Heath deduced that the Romulans who took the outpost had decided to have the one who was the dumbest be the guard. Why would you open a cell door to a simple knock? Before he could go any further with the thought he saw the other two teams come in with two more prisoners." We killed six others, sir. No damaged has been noticed by us. All areas secure." Heath nodded and smiled," Finally! Something goes right for a change. Captain Rojac will be pleased, and so will the lieutenant." Heath motioned to the personnel on the floor." Check these guys for serious injuries and I will notify the Chimera that the station is secure." The others nodded and went to work. The injuries wetre not serious and Heath called the Chimera,+ Johnson to Chimera, the station is secure. No damage,and no injuries+ End Log MasterChief Heath Johnson Master-at-Arms USS Chimera-C |
[USS Chimera] SD: 240902.18. Duty log: Commander Summers CMO
rangi.summers@mojwap.sk wrote to chimera@ucip.org:
*** CMOs Office * USS Chimera-C ***
Hours had passed since Alexander Rice had requested Rangi to
accompany him to the ICU. Now she was back in her office,
seated once again behind her desk with the report in front
of her.
{ Time of death.17.57.}
She completed the details outlining the demise of the
Environmental Systems Specialist Harry Marina, sat back in
her chair and read through her additions.
Everything possible had been done for him but sometimes
'everything' wasn't enough and now a fourth body lay in the
morgue, frozen and labelled like a commodity until he could
be repatriated.
Soon his quarters would be cleared of his belongings.Soon
they too would be neatly labelled and awaiting passage. Soon
Rojac would begin another letter.' It is with deepest regret
that I have to inform you....'
Soon a family would receive the news they always feared and
soon another specialist would read new orders to join the
Flagship at Unity and would feel the pride that Harry Marina
had once felt not so very long ago. Life would go on.
Despite the sombre content of her report, Rangi was feeling
excited.
Earlier in the day she had received new orders which told
her that on Chimeras return to Unity she was to resume her
former position of CMO in the infirmary as well as take on
her Med Advisor mantle.
The orders were signed by Commodore Guzman, all formal and
correct with PontBrillants signature too but Rangis
expression had broken into a wide smile and she had closed
her eyes, momentarily savouring the knowledge that she was
going home.
It was only in that moment that she allowed herself to admit
just how much she had missed Shane and Martin and how she
had longed for them to be together.
She had released a long sigh of relief and had reread the
message which also told her that a replacement for the
position of CMO aboard chimera-C was to be her choice and
that her 'team' of AMO Scott Fisher and head nurse Lucy
Fleming were also being recalled.
She already had a person in mind for the CMO spot and
decided to consider it more carefully before offering the
post.
A glance at the time, displayed on a thin metal framed
chrono inset into her desk, told her the evening was well
advanced so she decided to call it a day and head back to
her quarters where she would have supper and put through a
call to Shane.
It was never certain whether he could take it or not and
often her attempts were fielded by Pakossi but if that was
the case she sent a personal message which Shane could see
and listen too later.
She stood up, ran her eyes across the desks top, full of her
work both completed and pending and reached to out to turn
off the terminal when a 'chirrup' sound warned of an
incoming message. She frowned a little but sat down again
and opened the message. I
t was short and to the point, which was not surprising given
that it was from T'Vel, the Vulcan doctor on board SB Unity
who currently held the ACMO position there.
Rangi read the two sentences, her eyes widening in surprise.
T'Vel had applied for an extended leave of absence.
*** End Log ***
Commander Rangi Summers
CMO
USS Chimera-C
Med.Adv 1st TF
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
[USS Chimera] SD: 240902.17 Joint Log LtJg. Dexter & Cmdr. Wellington
====== Main Bridge, USS Chimera
======
Dexter was manning auxiliary operations console – what
became a habit since Reese took over operations. She manned
the main ops console and virtually all important business
went through her console. Dexter's attention and skills
were spend on 'important' things like a broken
replicator or missing water in a shower.
Suddenly and out of nowhere, some apparently serious
business reached his ears.
+taps+ "Commander Wellington to operations, I'm stuck in a
lift and staying put unless told otherwise."
Martin looked over at Reese who seemed to be busy with other
things and tapped a button. "Operations here, Commander.
What happened?"
+taps+ "The lift stopped and seemed to falter bit then
started off again, but has stopped and doesn't seem to be
going anywhere."
Nodding to himself, Dexter swiftly checked Wellington's
position. Deck 10, section 4. Lift number 7. "Hold on
Commander, an engineering team will arrive at your position
shortly …" he said while tapping his console.
Athena gave a vague response and sat down to wait and then
pulled off her tunic as things seemed to heat up.
"Hmmmm" escaped from Martin's lips.
As she came awake, "V..." She was confused and wiped the
sweat from her face.
"Commander Wellington" Dexter said with urge in his
voice, "I am detecting a critical failure at the lift
system. You have to get out of the lift! Immediately!"
Athena crawled to the door and tried to pry the door open
with her fingers.
Not aware what was happening to Athena, Dexter urged:
"Commander, the battle damaged some of the isolinear chips
in the lifts command system. I am registering a huge
temperate rise in the lift's command systems – they
might explode anytime!"
The doors budge open just a bit letting in a rush of cool
breeze that whipped over Athena's body causing her to shiver
as the sweat tried to dry with the gust of air.
Dexter tapped a button and said: "Ops to transporter room
one, emergency transport of Commander Wellington to the
sickbay!"
+TAPS+ Transporter room one here, transporters are off line
+
{Damn} Dexter thought. "Commander Wellington, can you
leave the lift alone?"
Athena licked her dry lips and shivered again, "What," she
asked the voice that beckoned her name as she wiped sweat
off her face again. She used the small opening to pull
herself up and began trying to pull the one side one
direction with both hands.
Dexter did not understand her right, but hoped that
Wellington was doing her best to leave the lift. He alarmed
the security, but he knew that they will arrive at the spot
in no less then two – three minutes. His console showed
that the explosion in the turbolift was imminent. The only
thing he could do was reroute all power from the turbo
lift's systems and buy the commander about half a minute.
"Commander Wellington, if you can hear me, leave the lift
now! You have less then 30 seconds before its circuits will
explode" said Dexter knowing that power reroute made that
even the light in the turbo lift went off.
Suddenly the door gave way and Athena rolled out of the
lift. Thud!! She landed hard as the floor of the lift
seemed to be about three feet higher than the deck floor.
The air in her lungs seemed to be ripped from her chest with
her landing.
It was hardly more then a dozen of seconds when the circuits
were unable to endure the heat and exploded in a reddish
fireball. It escaped through the open lift's door, but
luckily scorched the counselor only slightly.
"Commander Wellington, can you hear me?!" Dexter cried,
"security and medial are on their way. They should arrive
within a minute."
======
Dexter was manning auxiliary operations console – what
became a habit since Reese took over operations. She manned
the main ops console and virtually all important business
went through her console. Dexter's attention and skills
were spend on 'important' things like a broken
replicator or missing water in a shower.
Suddenly and out of nowhere, some apparently serious
business reached his ears.
+taps+ "Commander Wellington to operations, I'm stuck in a
lift and staying put unless told otherwise."
Martin looked over at Reese who seemed to be busy with other
things and tapped a button. "Operations here, Commander.
What happened?"
+taps+ "The lift stopped and seemed to falter bit then
started off again, but has stopped and doesn't seem to be
going anywhere."
Nodding to himself, Dexter swiftly checked Wellington's
position. Deck 10, section 4. Lift number 7. "Hold on
Commander, an engineering team will arrive at your position
shortly …" he said while tapping his console.
Athena gave a vague response and sat down to wait and then
pulled off her tunic as things seemed to heat up.
"Hmmmm" escaped from Martin's lips.
As she came awake, "V..." She was confused and wiped the
sweat from her face.
"Commander Wellington" Dexter said with urge in his
voice, "I am detecting a critical failure at the lift
system. You have to get out of the lift! Immediately!"
Athena crawled to the door and tried to pry the door open
with her fingers.
Not aware what was happening to Athena, Dexter urged:
"Commander, the battle damaged some of the isolinear chips
in the lifts command system. I am registering a huge
temperate rise in the lift's command systems – they
might explode anytime!"
The doors budge open just a bit letting in a rush of cool
breeze that whipped over Athena's body causing her to shiver
as the sweat tried to dry with the gust of air.
Dexter tapped a button and said: "Ops to transporter room
one, emergency transport of Commander Wellington to the
sickbay!"
+TAPS+ Transporter room one here, transporters are off line
+
{Damn} Dexter thought. "Commander Wellington, can you
leave the lift alone?"
Athena licked her dry lips and shivered again, "What," she
asked the voice that beckoned her name as she wiped sweat
off her face again. She used the small opening to pull
herself up and began trying to pull the one side one
direction with both hands.
Dexter did not understand her right, but hoped that
Wellington was doing her best to leave the lift. He alarmed
the security, but he knew that they will arrive at the spot
in no less then two – three minutes. His console showed
that the explosion in the turbolift was imminent. The only
thing he could do was reroute all power from the turbo
lift's systems and buy the commander about half a minute.
"Commander Wellington, if you can hear me, leave the lift
now! You have less then 30 seconds before its circuits will
explode" said Dexter knowing that power reroute made that
even the light in the turbo lift went off.
Suddenly the door gave way and Athena rolled out of the
lift. Thud!! She landed hard as the floor of the lift
seemed to be about three feet higher than the deck floor.
The air in her lungs seemed to be ripped from her chest with
her landing.
It was hardly more then a dozen of seconds when the circuits
were unable to endure the heat and exploded in a reddish
fireball. It escaped through the open lift's door, but
luckily scorched the counselor only slightly.
"Commander Wellington, can you hear me?!" Dexter cried,
"security and medial are on their way. They should arrive
within a minute."
Athena was grateful she had the presence of mind to roll across the corridor from the lift.
Then – finally, the cavalry arrived and two medics knelt
down to Athena and tended to her.
=/\= End Log =/\=
Lt JG Martin Dexter
AOO
&
AOO
&
Commander Athena Wellington
Counselor
USS Chimera-C
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[USS Chimera] SD 240902.17 || Narendra Mission || Capt Chisulo, Tactical Advisor ||
[Cargo Hold - Narendra Station - In Orbit of Narendra IV]
Tedros Chisulo held his breath as his eyes darted about the darkened containers lain out before him. His breath muffled by the pitch black bacalava he wore over his face. In one hand he held his hand-held phaser, in the other a specialized intelligence tricorder. Behind him, LtCommander Faulkner, his default XO for the mission, cleared his half of the large darkened cargo bay that Lieutenant Jackson had beamed them into. The cargo bays were near the bottom of the station, just above the refinary plants embedded into the bowels. Shipments of the raw duranium would come in from the planet below and pass down the decks in an assembly line to be refined into a workable material. Chisuloa nd Faulkner had been beamed into one of the middle decks because of their lack of traffic.
Chisulo turned to Faulkner and waved an all clear symbol befor ehwspering into his communicator headset. "We are clear, Kortag'h."
+Very good, Captain.+ The Klingon commander replied. He was on the shuttle with Jackson using his knowledge of KDF computer security protocols to hack into the stations metaphorical "backdoor" to supply the away team with on-the-spot intelligence. +30 meters north of your position you will find access to the ventilation maintenence shafts. Proceed up five decks to the mainframe coolant system.+ Came the gruff klingon voice through his ear.
Chisulo whispered an aknowledgement to Kortag'h, and waved for Faulkner to follow as he darted into the shadows with his tricorder leading the way. The proceeded the 30 meters quietly with no interruptions and Chisulo nodded for Faulkner to set to work on the locks to the maintenence shafts.
"You got it." As Faulkner crouched forawrd with his techinical kit. "Are you picking up anything interesting on the tricorder?" The LtCommander whispered.
Chisulo studied the device inhis hand for a moment. "Klingon life-signs are concentrated on the far end near the conveyor shafts to the refinary. No threat at this time." Chisulo whispered back. "This is low-grade duranium, heavily laden with various mineral deposits that make it unfit for starship construction."
"Then what would Romulans want with it?" Faulkner asked as he pulled out another tool to pry off the lock's faceplate.
"That's what we here to find out, Commander."
"Got it." Faulkner said, snapping the faceplate back into place before pulling open the shaft door. "After you."
Chisulo nodded, and surveyed the area once more before stepping through onto the metal grating of the shaft platform. Faulkner quickly followed and shut the door behind him. The Captain put a hand to his ear, "Any red flags, Commander?"
+Not yet, Captain." Kortag'h replied. +You are performing honorably thus far.+
Chisulo smirked beneath the cloth covering his face. He hardly thought of covert actions as honorable. Often necessary, but not honorable. He pulled out his tricorder once more and scanned the path before them. The five decks above were clear. Apparently there was a workteam near the top of the stationa round the command center that appeared to be installing some security equipment, but they were not interfering with his current operation. He motioned to Faulkner to lead the climb why he took up the rear guard. The LtCommander nodded and took hold of the rungs, ascending at a steady pace.
Chisulo fianlly put his boot atop the metal grating of the platform five decks aboveand moved over to where Faulkner had already begun work on the acces hatch to the mainframe coolant system. Chisulo pulled out his phaser and scanned the above decks for activity. The deck hallways surrounding him were swarming with armed KDF personell, but the shafts were almost spotless and provided a clear path to the upper levels of the Klingon mainframe.
Faulkner opened the hatch, and Chisulo went through first on his hands and knees through the dark tunnell. The pair crawled through the tunnel until they reached a dead-end with grating keeping the computer core just out of reach. Chisulo pulled out his ceramic-composite monofilament knife and cut a hole for himself and Faulkner to proceed through. Once completed he crawled out over to the deck plating that computer technicians would use to make repairs to the core and pulled out a transponder given to him by Kortag'h and inserted it onto an isolinear chip before replacing it in the system.
"Greenlight, Commander." Chisulo whispered into the encrypted channel back to the shuttle.
+Acknowledged.+ Kortag'h replied over the line. +Incoming datastream now.+
Chisulo monitored the progress onhis tricorder. Files flew across the display infront of him, but one of a strangely familiar design caught his attention. He directed his tricorder to play back the file to view it in more detail. On the screen before him popped up an image of a large Romulan missile reminiscnet of an Erassian THUD design, except for one major difference: a space in the payload for a deadly biological weapon - the deadly virus that attacked the colony at New Geneva.
+Captain.+ Tuned in Jackson's voice. +I'm picking up traffic on Federation encrypted chanells. It's Ambassador Ayanami of the Erassian Alliance.+
Chisulo flashed a tense stare toward Faulkner before whispering back. "Prepare for emergency extraction." He pointed Faulkner back to the ventilation shaft. "We're coming back."
+Aye, sir.+
[End Log]
Captain Tedros Chisulo
Tactical Advisor
SSF First Taskforce
[USS Chimera] SD:240902.17 Joint Duty Log, Lt JG Gustav Kroitzer & Lt JG Martin Dexter & Ens Robert Baco
Paul Howorth <palsh963@gmail.com> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:
<<OOC:This is a back log set during the preparation for the away
mission to the cloaked listening post>>
=/\= ODCC, USS Chimera – C =/\=
Gustav was busy going over the transporter program that was designed
to quickly send teams of four over to the cloaked listening post
through the 'holes' in the shields, he was very impressed in
complexity considering how sort a time the ops department had to put
it together, he was also waiting on the main ops officers that wrote
the program one Lt JG Dexter and Ensign Baco.
Both Dexter and Baco arrived at the same time. AS usual, it was Ensign
Baco who addressed the deputy Chief Engineering officer: "Lieutenant,
I take it that you are here cause the transporter program for the
listening post..."
As usual, Dexter stayed behind, allowing others to take the
initiative. He was not a type to stand in the reflectors light –
rather the opposite. Therefore he remained silent,
waiting for the DCEO to answer.
"Yes I am Ensign" he answered the eager Ensign, Gustav then introduced
himself and explained exactly why he was there "I'm Lt JG Gustav
Kroitzer the Chimera's DCEO, I've been sent here by the CEO to help
reprogram the transporter program for two person teams as well as give
an extra hand to finish it" adding "and you two are".
Baco nodded and replied: "I am Ensign Baco and this is Lieutenant
Dexter. We have already started with the modifications. Of course, its
not a problem to reduce four to two, but we wanted to increase the
speed two times... but that's where we experience problems"
Dexter nodded: "Yes, we've reduced the energy consumption and needed
computing capacity, but achieved only 15% speed up from the original"
"I see, is there any chance that you could let me see what you have so
far, all I've been able to look at is the program for the 4 person
teams" Gustav asked, "also could you give me a list of the code you
changed, just to speed things up please" he added.
"No problem, sir" Baco replied. "We have it all here and all properly
commented by Lieutenant Dexter"
After looking over the new data Gustav said, "well boys this is some
pretty impressive work, but not perfect, I see some ways to get the
speed required but they would mean breaking a few safety protocols".
This time Dexter smiled: "I remember some Captain Scott saying safety
protocols are only here to be avoided or broken"
"But none of us two" said Baco, "have the proper clearance to do so"
Gustav smiled at had a little chuckle to him self at being compared to
Capt Montgomery 'Scotty' Scott before saying " well Ensign I do have
clearance… one of the privileges of being DCEO".
"Using your authorization, Sir, means you take the responsibility if
this fails" said Dexter. "But all the praise as well" added Baco
quietly.
Looking at Dexter, Gustav said "I know Lt but if it means the success
of the mission then I'm willing to take that risk" turning to face
Baco he added "and not everyone does this job to be praised Ensign"
noticing the surprise on Baco's face when he realised Kroitzer heard
him.
Dexter nodded and Baco remained silent for a moment, blushing very slightly.
"Computer input current program parameters and bypass safety protocols
4,5 and 8 then give us the estimated transporter speed increase…
authorisation Gustav pi 963" he asked the computer.
[Input parameters set… authorisation accepted… results will be
complete in 5.3 minutes] the computer replied in its robotic female
voice.
====== 5 minutes later ======
[Simulation complete] announced the computer, [speed increase to
original parameters is 43.9%]
Dexter nodded "Almost three times of our value, sir". Baco shook his
head: "but we still lack six percent". Dexter shook his head "We do
not have the time for a dozen of new test. I suggest taking what we
have and just make a single confirmation test"
"I agree with Lt Dexter, it would be nice to have the time to be able
to run all available test but this program is needed asap so the
single test will have to do" Gustav said adding "if that's everything
I'll be heading back to engineering if you need anything else just get
me on the comm."
=/\= End Log =/\=
Lt JG Gustav Kroitzer
DCEO
USS Chimera – C
&
Lt JG Martin Dexter
AOO
USS Chimera – C
&
Ens Robert Baco
AOO
(NPC By Muma)
USS Chimera – C
Monday, February 16, 2009
[USS Chimera] 240902.17 | Tarangor Mission | Duty Log, Cdr Rick Rodgers
=Engineering Section=
=NX Detector=
As the Jameson towed the Detector back to the shipyard,
Rick remained on board the smaller vessel so that he could
work on the engines. He hoped to get the Detector running
under her own power before they were to transport the
shipyard back to Unity.
As Rick worked, he continued to think of Trevor Wright, who
continued assuming his role as the commanding officer of
the Jameson under the guise of Captain Grey Richards. Rick
didn't see a problem with Wright remaining in command for
the time being. The question now was what would Rick do
with this knowledge.
Obviously, he should report Wright. He should tell starfleet
that one of the most brilliant men in Federation was alive.
Wright wanted everyone to believe that he was dead, and
if it wasn't for their current situation, Rick would have no
problem continuing that ruse.
But with Wright assuming the identity of a starfleet officer,
that raised a few problems.
"Hey," Jo Weathersby said as she walkeed up to Rick,
carrying a couple of silver bags.
Rick glanced back at her, "Hey."
"Thought you could use a bite to eat," she said, handing
Rick one of the bags. "I don't know what it is, but I assume
it is edible."
Rick took the bag and looked in it.
"You not find it on this ship, did you?" he asked, taking a
seat on the deck.
"Oh heavens, no," she answered, opening her own bag and
sitting next to Rick. "It was brought over from the Qashqai."
"Oh, good," Rick said as he took a bite. "Tastes like really
bad chicken."
"At least you can taste yours," she smiled. "So, what's on
your mind?"
"Whaddya mean?"
"You were deep in thought when I walked in," she said. "It
seemed to be something pretty important."
"Just work," he said.
"I've never seen you that deep in thought when it comes to
work," she responded. "So, what's really on your mind?"
"Work," he said abruptly.
"Fine, don't tell me," she said. "Probably has something to do
with that device we found. I still don't know why you won't
tell me what it is. After all, I did get that friggin' door open."
"I let you know when I cleared to let you know. For now, it
best you not know."
'I wish I didn't,' he wanted to add, but left unsaid.
"Thanks," she said, almost pouting. "I want to know now
more than ever."
Rick just shook his head as he finished his meal before going
back to work.
Commander Rick Rodgers
Engineering Officer
Starbase Unity
and
Chief Petty Officer Jo Weathersby (npc by Rick)
Engineering Chief
U.S.S. Qashqai
Windows Live™: Keep your life in sync. See how it works.
=NX Detector=
As the Jameson towed the Detector back to the shipyard,
Rick remained on board the smaller vessel so that he could
work on the engines. He hoped to get the Detector running
under her own power before they were to transport the
shipyard back to Unity.
As Rick worked, he continued to think of Trevor Wright, who
continued assuming his role as the commanding officer of
the Jameson under the guise of Captain Grey Richards. Rick
didn't see a problem with Wright remaining in command for
the time being. The question now was what would Rick do
with this knowledge.
Obviously, he should report Wright. He should tell starfleet
that one of the most brilliant men in Federation was alive.
Wright wanted everyone to believe that he was dead, and
if it wasn't for their current situation, Rick would have no
problem continuing that ruse.
But with Wright assuming the identity of a starfleet officer,
that raised a few problems.
"Hey," Jo Weathersby said as she walkeed up to Rick,
carrying a couple of silver bags.
Rick glanced back at her, "Hey."
"Thought you could use a bite to eat," she said, handing
Rick one of the bags. "I don't know what it is, but I assume
it is edible."
Rick took the bag and looked in it.
"You not find it on this ship, did you?" he asked, taking a
seat on the deck.
"Oh heavens, no," she answered, opening her own bag and
sitting next to Rick. "It was brought over from the Qashqai."
"Oh, good," Rick said as he took a bite. "Tastes like really
bad chicken."
"At least you can taste yours," she smiled. "So, what's on
your mind?"
"Whaddya mean?"
"You were deep in thought when I walked in," she said. "It
seemed to be something pretty important."
"Just work," he said.
"I've never seen you that deep in thought when it comes to
work," she responded. "So, what's really on your mind?"
"Work," he said abruptly.
"Fine, don't tell me," she said. "Probably has something to do
with that device we found. I still don't know why you won't
tell me what it is. After all, I did get that friggin' door open."
"I let you know when I cleared to let you know. For now, it
best you not know."
'I wish I didn't,' he wanted to add, but left unsaid.
"Thanks," she said, almost pouting. "I want to know now
more than ever."
Rick just shook his head as he finished his meal before going
back to work.
Commander Rick Rodgers
Engineering Officer
Starbase Unity
and
Chief Petty Officer Jo Weathersby (npc by Rick)
Engineering Chief
U.S.S. Qashqai
Windows Live™: Keep your life in sync. See how it works.
[USS Chimera] ||SB 234: UNITY || SD 240902.17 CO's Duty Log, Commo. Shane Guzman
"shane.guzman@mojwap.sk" <shane.guzman@mojwap.sk> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:
======= Conference longue three, SB 234: UNITY
======
Shane placed a small can of black tea on the table and
arranged the two tea cups. Several sorts of butter biscuits
were assorted nearby and this was crowned with a little pile
of real apples – send directly from Earth.
All those preparations were made for the coming guest, who
was none else then the commanding officer of 12th fleet that
was send here by Starfleet command to take some of the
fronts and ease the pressure on Special forces around SB
234. Shane was very glad when DuPont informed him about the
incoming Starfleet forces and hoped that this would allow
his own Task Force ships and personnel to get some hard
earned rest.
Relation between high ranking officers from regular fleet
and special forces were never 'warm', so Shane decided
to learn from Captain Picard when he was to welcome Admiral
Necajev on the Enterprise. Shane too … did his best to
create an atmosphere of cooperation and trust.
The fleet arrived at UNITY 5 minutes ago and his aide
informed him that the Admiral was on his way. The fleet
consisted of 50 ships and was more then capable to defend
alpha and beta fronts, while gamma and delta would remain in
SSF hands. This would give Shane enough resources for
recalling some 10 ships to the UNITY for a week's break
from war and death.
For a moment his mind trailed off to Lernen's death. The
reasons and motives of his murder were still unknown and
until the Klingon envoy will not hand the murderer over to
security, they would not learn anything. Shane had still no
replacements for the two open security positions – CSEC
and Security advisor, nor for Lernen's position of Intel
advisor. Maybe when those 10 ships will dock for R&R, Shane
could pick someone from their crew.
Thinking about crews … Chimera just reported about a
victorious battle and solving the listening post mission.
Cropa had still to submit a full report, but at least the
Chim was safe on her way to UNITY.
Ohmsford reported the status of the abandoned shipyard and
stated that soon it will be in a shape to be towed.
Obviously was Rick Rodgers on a hunt after an relict vessel
from the shipyard that was abandoned together with the yard.
It will most probable turn to be a heap of worthless junk,
but he was still waiting for Rick's report.
====== 5 minutes later =====
Finally, the door hissed open and a tall man in a Rear
admiral uniform walked in. Shane beamed a smile at the man
and offered a hand for shake. "Welcome Admiral INSERT NAME
HERE AS I DON'T REMEMBER" he said …
====== RELOADED ======
Finally, the door hissed open and a tall man in a Rear
admiral uniform walked in. Shane beamed a smile at the man
and offered a hand for shake. "Welcome Admiral LaGrand"
"Commodore Guzman" replied LaGrand, "I have to say
that I am NOT impressed by your forces"
====== End of log ======
Commo. Shane Guzman
CO, 1st TF, SSF Command
CO, SB 234: UNITY
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