[USS Chimera] SD: 240902.28 Joint Duty Log, Capt. Tedros Chisulo/Amb. Alecto Ayanami

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Narendra Station - Narendra IV - Narendra System - Klingon Territory]
 
     Chisulo had the team split into two pairs. Kortag'h and Jackson were to commandeer the Captain's yacht of the General two decks above and prep it for departure. Kortag'h was more familiar with Klingon systems and was therefore delegated to this task. Chisulo and Faulkner were to raid the command center and take the General hostage. It was a desperate plan, especially when there were thousands of Klingon warriors on the hundreds of decks below. But Chisulo planned a remedy for that.
 
     The decks below trembeled violently as the explosion went of as planned. Chisulo had set the runabout Fenrir to explode once the teams have left the blast radius. The blast would undoubtebly seal of the whole deck, and force emergency security protocals into effect. Kortag'h told him that int he event of emergency the command decks would be sealed and that transporter inhibitors would prevent hostiles from transporting onto the command decks. The same inhibitors prevented the Klingons from lower decks from transporting in as well - at least until the command center overrided them. Chisulo and Faulkner had to act quickly.
 
     The former marine rounded the corner and drove the butt of his rifle into the nose of the approaching warrior. He quickly followed with a swift boot to the knee as Faulkner fired over his shoulder at the apporaching security personell.
 

"Move!" Chisulo ordered as he provided cover fire for his comrade. His marine instincts as a former combat specialist during the dominion war had come to the forefront, and he was brutally effecientmostly due to the years of experience he had dealing with the ruthless jem' hadar.
 
     Faulkner signalled an all clear over the body of a fallen security officer. Chiuslo tossed a grenade behind him to block the path, and ran up to meet the lieutenant commander. He watched their backs as he signalled for Faulkner to work on the locks to the doors of the command center.
 
     The LtCommander signalled success, and Chiuslo nodded his comprehension. THe doors opened, and both starfleet officers fired into the smoky room. Several officers fell from their stations as the phaser rifles found their marks. Others dove behind their smoky stations as the rotund General pointed his own disruptor at the door and opened fire.
 
"Peta'Q!" The General shouted. "You have no honor!"
 
     Chisulo smirked to Faulkner as he took cover behind a console station. Dodging the pulsating energy blasts that erupted over head. Faulkner grinned back and pulled out a flash pulse grenade. "Here's you honor asshole!"
 
     The brightly lit blast blinded all unexpecting personell,a nd the pair of Starfleet officers took advantage of it. Faulkner quickly advace to the right, taking out founr of the five left standing. He saved the General for Chisulo. 
 
    Chisulo hopped the console he was behind and quickly advanced on the stunned General, holding his ceramic compostie monofilament knife to his flabby throat as he held the Genral's arms tightly behind him. "It is over, General."
 
"Kill me, if you dare human." The klingon growled.
 
Chisulo's eyes glared beneath the scarring on his face. "I won't give you that honor."
 
"Captain!" Faulkner shouted, taking aim at the entrance to the command center. Chisulo's eyes followed his aim to the door to find a white robed figure with an ominious stare. He didn't recognize the species, which was mouthless with a bony facial structure framed in the flowing white robes which adorned it. The alien held up a hand and closed it's sharpened eyes. That's when the piercing pain began.
 
A sharp whine tore apart the order within Chisulo's brain. It was a piercing shriek that had him in utter agony, yet his ears were hearing no noise themselves. Chisulo felt the knife fall from his grasp as he staggered backward - and then everything went black.
 
Alecto sensed the telepathic energy and closed her mental walls.  She wasn't quite as adept at this as one of the Alpha Generation Hybrids but to all but the most powerful telepaths she was little more than a shadow or a wraith.  She sent her own telepathic signal to her pilot bodyguards signalling that she was withdrawing from the furball with the Romulan Scorpion Fighters to investigate something. 

She engaged the cloak of her fighter and threw it through a series of evasive turns so that none of the Scorpions could follow her.  Once she was sure noone was on her tail Alecto flew in close to the station and brought up her transporter systems.  There was a lot of interference preventing her from transporting near where the telepathic signal had originated.  The closest place was one deck below and as sods law would have it crawling with Klingon Troops to make matters worse the comms systen activated and a timer appeared on a countdown.  10 minutes and dropping.

Alecto materialised on the Klingon Station to the electrical static sound of the Hybrid Transporter in a small side passage off the main corridor.  She took a deep breath and steeled herself for the slaughter about to come.  She dropped her mental walls and reached outwards connecting with all the Klingon Troops allowing her to know instinctively every movement before it happened, every strength, every weakness, every hope and every fear.  This was her not as a simple Hybrid Assassin but as the fury she was named for unceasing in pursuit and the arbiter of vengence.  She tightened her grip on her katana and went out to visit death upon the world once more.

The first Klingon who saw her died before he could open his mouth, the slash of Alecto's katana obscured in a mist of claret.  The sound of his body dropping to the ground drew the attention of all the other Klingons in the main corridor.  Alecto brought her katana up into a two handed ready position and screamed its name "AZUMACHI!!!"  Minature lightning strikes ran up the blade as stray electrons were kicked off the surface of the blade by the forcefields now active on the jet black katana.  Her already deadly katana had now become a frictionless monomolecular blade.

Alecto allowed the Klingons to make the first move but to her they were moving in slow motion.  With her superior Hybrid speed and strength she made every single movement count, every stroke a death sentence proving her namesake once again.

A minute later Alecto stood panting from her exertions with the thirty two Klingons she had encountered lying unmoving on the ground in a good deal more pieces.  She picked up a now ownerless disruptor rifle and headed to near her target point.  Raising the rifle she fired blowing a hole in the floor of the deck above.  Utilising her genetically engineered leg muscles she jumped up nimbly and headed towards her target.

As she entered the command centre Alecto took in the sight of Captain Chisulo and another SSF Lieutenant Commander writhing in pain under the telepathic signal emanating from the one thing in the room that look as if it badly needed a sun tan.  Alecto unleashed the same illusion as she had used on Erass  after the ball to celabrate the Emancipation Battle.  Alecto appeared as herself but with brilliant white feathered wings extending from her back as she advanced innexorably upon the source of the telepathic signal.  She advanced appearing not as a mere Hybrid but as an angel of death...

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Captain Tedros Chisulo
1TF Tactical Advisor
SB 234: Unity

Ambassador Alecto Ayanami
Erassian Alliance Ambassador to SSF
SB 234: Unity

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[USS Chimera] SD 240902.28 | SB Unity | Duty Log, Cmdr Ohmsford (1TF-Sci/Eng)

OOC: A bit of a backlog

= USS Qashqai - Bridge =

Bren watched the viewscreen closely as the Qashqai and her entourage dropped out of warp into the Aeran System. Their journey back had taken a little longer because the Detector and the Jameson could only travel at low warp. It had given Bren time to write up his report for Commodore Guzman about the mission and allow him to go through the sensor logs of the station to look for anything that might offer insight into the explosion that destroyed what was left of Research Outpost R-12.

The explosive device had emitted an energy signature that bore a vague resemblance to Romulan technology, but the similarity was equally viable when compared to Breen technology. The problem was the comparison was not significant enough for it to point a smoking gun at either of the two.

Then there was the communications beacon that had been left active on the station. Bren hadn't accessed the beacon's stored archive yet, wanting to wait until he could do so in a secured lab on Unity, but the study he had done of it so far revealed that the beacon had received and transmitted communications until shortly before they arrived at Tarangor, and that the communications were encrypted. Had they not taken the beacon, it would have been destroyed on R-12.

The wheel shape of Unity came into view as the Qashqai approached, and Bren was surprised to see the amount of ships that were in the vicinity, and it made him wonder if there had been a recall of task groups in the Task Force or if they were stepping up security of the system. He spotted the Chimera in the distance, who had probably just returned from their latest mission.

"Lieutenant Siashon, proceed with docking procedures," Bren ordered as he stood up from the command chair. "Inform the Jameson to place the shipyard in geostationary orbit."

"Aye, sir," came the Tellarite officer's reply.

Bren walked off the bridge to the small antechamber that served as a conference room and ready room for the small Defiant class ship. Sitting down at the table, he tapped at the terminal and hailed Lieutenant Pakosii, the Commodore's aide, directly. A moment later Pakosii answered the call.

"This Commander Ohmsford on the Qashqai returning from the Tarangor System. Please inform Commodore Guzman that I need to speak with him immediately," Bren said.

"I'm sorry, sir, but Commodore Guzman is not available at the moment. He's asked not be disturbed," came the business-like reply.

"The Commodore expressly told me to see him once I returned, and I have some information that requires his attention," Bren urged.

"I'm sorry, sir," Pakosii replied again. "But the Commodore is unable to see you right now. He is with Admiral LaGrand and cannot be disturbed."

Bren sighed at the mention of LaGrand's name and realised it would be futile to even try to see Guzman today. "Please tell Colonel PontBrilliant I need to see him as soon as we dock, then."

A moment passed as Pakosii went off screen before coming back. "I'm sorry Commander, but Colonely PontBrillant is unavailable at present."

"Lieutenant, this is very urgent!" Bren reiterated again, feeling as if he was talking to a wall.

"I'm sorry Commander, but Colonely PontBrillant is in the Infirmary after being involved in an explosion," Pakosii replied. "I will give him the information as soon as he is released."

"What about Commander Harbright?" Bren tried, but had no luck.

"I'm sorry sir, but Commander Harbright is dead," Pakosii said.

Harbright Dead? He recalled something about the old man being ill and thought maybe the illness has bested him. Bren rubbed his forehead in frustration and looked back at Pakosii. "All right, Lieutenant, can you please tell me who I can speak to? This is a matter of importance."

"As Captain Chisulo is currently not on-base, that would be you, Commander," Pakosii replied straight-forwardly. Bren thought the man was a second away of telling him he had to go and debrief himself.

"Very well, thank you Lieutenant," Bren said before closing the comm, wondering what the hell was going on in the 1st Task Force.

= End Log =

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

[USS Chimera] SD 240902.28 | SB Unity | Joint Log, Majs Kinn (1TF Intel) & Varis (JAG)

= SB Unity - JAG Office =

Major Giella Kinn marched into the office of Major Varis Liev after being admitted by his yeoman who was, admittedly, quite intimidated by the Adjunct Intel Advisor. She didn't care if he was in the middle of something, she was highly annoyed and she wanted to see him immediately. Anyone who was familiar with Tollaurans knew it was not a good idea to annoy them.

"Major..." Liev looked up as she stopped dead in front of his desk and crossed her arms over her chest. Her cat-like eyes were a fiery red, which could only spell trouble. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be–"

Giella cut him off by raising a hand. "Look, Major Varis, I am trying to conduct an investigation and I do not appreciate the fact that my access to crucial information keeps being blocked. Commodore Guzman has informed me that I am to assume Advisor Harbright's duties temporarily while they decide what to do with position, but I cannot do that unless you allow me access to the appropriate legal information."

Liev sighed and pushed his chair back slightly. He indicated the open chair on the other side of his desk to the Major, but she refused it.

"I'm not here for idle conversation, I'm here to find out why you are not doing your job," she said firmly.

"Excuse me?" Liev said raising his brow indignantly. "You think I'm not doing my job? Do you have any idea how much legal red tape I have to go through every day just to get the Task Force to function properly? You don't know the half of it, Major," he replied, stressing her rank. "As I have told you before, you can use your Intel clearance in the meantime, but until I have the proper authorisation from Special Forces Command, I cannot allow you access to the files you are requesting."

"How do you propose then I continue, hmmm?" she asked. "A high ranking Intelligence officer is dead, assassinated by a Klingon aide on whom I can get absolutely no information because I do not have 'access' to the appropriate files!"

"Maybe you should be a little more persuasive in your questioning techniques with the Klingon delegates," Liev replied snidely.

"There is nothing wrong with my techniques, Major," Giella sneered as she leaned closer to him across the desk. She stood back and looked quietly at him. "There's something of an urban legend that the way you smell to a Klingon reveals a lot about you. The Envoy's aide - the one that nearly crushed your neck - mentioned that he didn't like the way you smelled. I think I can see why."

The two glared at each other for a moment before Giella turned on her heel and marched out the way she had come. Liev waited until the door closed and then slammed his fist on the desk.

= End Log =

Major Giellera Kinn
Adjunct Intelligence Advisor
[NPC by Bren]
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Major Varis Liev
JAG Advocate
[NPC by Bren]
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1st Task Force, SSF

[USS Chimera] SD 240902.28. SB Unity. Duty Log: Cmdr Summers / M.Capt T'Vel

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= SB Unity - Main Infirmary =

T'Vel entered the reception and walked straight ahead to
greet her superior, the 1st Task Force Medical Advisor.
"Commander Summers, it is good to have you return," the
Vulcan doctor greeted her.

"T'Vel!" Rangi turned at the sound of the familiar voice."
Thankyou..it's good to be back." she replied.

"I have vacated my effects from the office already; I
anticipate that you'd want to start right away." T'Vel said.
"Perhaps I can brief you in the Medical Library. We have
much to discuss."

" Yes, I saw that." Rangi answered. She glanced around the
busy area then looked back at her companion." The medical
library will be fine..shall we?" She indicated the way with

a flick of her hand and the two set off together.

"Was it difficult for you to return to the Chimera, or did
you find it easy to step into the role again," T'Vel made
small talk as they walked down the corridor, something not
very Vulcan like. She was in a "good mood" however, looking
forward to her leave in a few days and her visit to Vulcan.

"It was strange." Rangi replied "...In a way I was glad to
serve on Chimera again..but to be honest about it..." she
looked towards T'Vel as she spoke "...I was shocked to have
to leave so suddenly...and I've missed Shane and martin more
than I can say."

"That is understandable," T'Vel said. "Your departure was
very sudden. While you were away, the library has been
completed," T'Vel said as she led

Rangi inside. It was a large room that contained several
access terminals, a holographic projector, and shelves with
genuine old medical tomes from various civilizations through
the Federation and beyond.

The room had only one occupant who had completed the work
she wanted to do, gathered up her belongings and walked past
them with a nod of acknowledement.

They sat down at one of the tables and T'Vel started
immediately. "Are you familiar with the events of Advisor
Harbright's death?"

" I know he was taken ill and died almost immediately...what
other events are you referring to?" Rangi asked.

"The report you received was somewhat incomplete," T'Vel
replied. She tapped at the inlaid panel on the table top and
brought up her latest report regarding the situation.
"Commander Harbright was part of a group sent to welcome the
Klingon Envoy and his delegation onboard. Witnesses report
that everything was cordial, until Harbright shook hands
with one of the Klingon aides, after which he fell violently
ill and died before medical help could reach him. Ambassador
Ayanami attacked the offending aide with a blade weapon, but
the aide survived and was sent back to the Empire."

Rangi frowned, looking at the information displayed. " I

see..." she murmured.

"The rest of the delegation remains on Unity and an
investigation is underway. Commander Harbright's autopsy
revealed very
interesting results. He was poisoned, mostly likely passed
transdermally when he shook hands with the aide." T'Vel
point to an image on a part of the report. "The compound
turned his blood almost black, creating a branching effect
shown here on his skin. It is a very interesting poison,
however. It is listed in the database under tomoalyesetrate,
but the compound found in his body varies slightly, and
bears a strong resemblance to a plant cell rather than a
simple chemical molecule."

T'Vels explanation summaried the report that Rangi was
reading. "This is fascinating." she said then raised her
head. " Is
his body still here?" she asked. "..and what do security
say?"

"I have given my report to the Security department.
Commander Harbright's body remains in stasis in the morgue
until the investigation is completed," T'Vel answered.

"Mmmmm..." Rangi stared at absently at a sculpture that

someone had thought would enhance the room. It was
modern;quite large
and, Rangi thought, looked out of place.

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After a few seconds had passed she looked sideways at T'vel.
"It's a pity you're leaving." she said thoughtfully then
turning to face the Vulcan doctor added. "It would be
interesting for you to see the outcome."

"With your return I decided it would be the best time for me
to return to Vulcan," T'Vel said. "I cannot delay it much
longer. Unfortunately I leave you with more answers than
questions. Another matter which has arisen is missing stock,
specifically two cases of diophyletine."

" I wonder why anyone would want two cases of it." Rangi
said. " It's actually of little to anyone unless they can
change shape or form...Have there been no civilians that
required it?" she added, thinking of the many different
races who passed through the Starbase.

"We have no records of anyone requiring the medication, or
any medical staff having administered it," T'Vel explained.
"We conducted a search of the Infirmary, but the medication
did not turn up. Access to the stores require active
SSF-level clearance, but many staff have access to that
store every day and there is no telling when the vials went
missing."

" That really is not good enough is it?" Rangi replied,
sounding rather stern. " We need a far more secure system
than we have obviously."

"The only solution might be to store each medication
separately, so that we know which staff have access to what
medicine when," T'Vel replied. "I've compiled a list of
possible Unity staff that could have a possible need to use
it. There are only three names: Major Giellera Kinn, the
Adjunct Intelligence Advisor; Petty Officer H'ar'ta Juvpha,
a Steller Cartographer; and Crewman Taraa Iliabodn, an
Engineering Specialist."

" And none of them have required it."

They observed each other for a few moments.
" So.." Rangi said "...two mysteries...and I'm losing one of
my best AMOs too. I was surprised to see your request for
ELOA....do you have any idea when you might return to duty?"

"I am not certain, Commander," T'Vel replied. "I realise the
timing is not ideal. Perhaps in a few months."

" There is no need to tell you that you'll be missed here."
Rangi said " You are an invaluable addition to the medical
staff but you must put your families needs first. How are
your children?"

"My son is not doing very well," T'Vel admitted. "He does
not process his emotions properly and is having difficulty
working through his father's death."

Rangis expression showed sympathy. She had lost a parent
when she was little more than a child but could only imagine
what it must be like to master his feelings. "I'm sure
things will improve once you are on Vulcan. " she said.

T'Vel nodded and stood. "I look forward to returning to
Unity, Commander. Perhaps it will not be too long." Without
a change in expression, she raised her right hand in a
Vulcan salute to Rangi. "Live long and prosper, Commander."

Rangi returned the salute without problem and replied: "
Live long and prosper T'Vel."

*** End Log ***

Commander Rangi Summers
CMO SB Unity
Med Adv 1st TF
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Marine Captain T'Vel
Deputy Chief Medical Officer
Starbase Unity (SB 234 )

[USS Chimera] SD 240902.28 || CO Log || Capt Rojac ||

[Ready Room - Deck One - USS Chimera - C]

The view outside of Rojac's viewport was astonishing. The star at the center of the Aeran systems gleamed brightly against the pristine hull of SB 243 as it held sentry over the lush green planet behind it. It was a breathtaking view, one in which citizens on the planet below would pay much of their monthly incomes for during a romantic outing or holiday. Rojac took it for granted. He sat with his back to the beautiful view as he hunched over his desk. The cup of black coffee in the corner had long grown cold; the Captain hadn't touched it in hours. Instead, he reviewed incoming report after incoming report from the ship's various departments as they detailed the actions needed to be taken following the new vessels initial mission.

He sighed as he completed reading MCapt Xerxes report. He had grown to expect biting criticism from the hardlined Erassian pilot - it served as a major reason for her selection - but at times he thought her approach a little too zealous. As a fighter pilot, he expected her to advocate an increased use of fighters in Federation strategy, but Rojac believed that until Federation fighting technology was able to compete with Romulan or Erassian designs that entering that area of warfare would be disatrous for Federation pilots. Until Xerxes' own Lancers were approved for mass production throughout the fleet, Federation squadrons would be technologically outmatched in almost every battle they would enter. Rojac, for one, did not want to see that happen.

The Captain added an addendum to Xerxes' report with his comments, and forwarded them to the Marine Captain, the Officer of Taskforce Intelligence, and Taskforce Command.

Upon completion he reached over and took a swig of the now cold and bland coffee. He grimaced, and placed the cup back into the replicator for recycling. That's when his eyes finally caught the view outside his viewport. He walked over with his hands behind his back and watche dthe busied traffic as shuttles and workbees flitted about. Most of the crew would be on base right about now, enjoying their short respite while Admiral Legrand's fleet held down the lines to free up the SSF for their real duties. This, Rojac felt, was the calm before the storm.

The Captain thought about going shore-side himself, but thought against it. He had too much work to do. He had to finish reading and compiling reports for Lieutenant Colonel Pont Brillant (who had also asked his advice on some tactical deployments in Chisulo's absence from UNITY). He also had an awards ceremony to plan, which he needed to get in touch with Counsellor Wellington about. The ship's Quartermaster, Sergeant Drake, had begun transport of the Outpost debris over an hour ago and was scheduled to be complete in about fifteen minutes.  Rojac wondered if Terek Weranis - the old Chimera Chief of Science - would be wanting to run the investigation himself. Lieutenant Jardan was scheduled to escort the Romulan prisoners to UNITY facilities in half an hour. He thought about overseeing the transfer himself, but he thought better of it. Jardan was probably already doubtful of Rojac's confidence in him after he had gotten stabbed by one of the prisoners early on in the mission, the Lieutenant didn't need to hovered over like a vulture.

Rojac continued to watch the scene surrounding the starbase, as the USS Hindenberg came out form around the other side of the planet. He saw squadrons of fighters expel themselves from the vast ship's interior and take formation before jumping to warp. Rojac noticed the formation, it was a standard delta flight pattern usually adopted in situations that called for an interception of an unknown vessell.

"What is going on?" He asked to no one in particular as he turned onhis heel and walked out to the bridge.

The bridge was realtively empty, only crewed by junior officers in the vital departments. "Science!" Rojac barked toward the blonde male human with the teal shoulders. "Give me a long-range scan of the HIndeneberg squadrons destination. Tactical, have you heard anything over the comms?"

"It's an unknown vessel, sir." The dark skinned vulcan replied. "They have opened a channel to UNITY petitioning to meet with the Commodore. The Hindenberg dispatched a wing to escort them."

"What to they call themselves? Is there a registry?"

The science officer spoke up. "I'm picking up an olympic class vessel, sir. Well... at least it looks like an olympic class vessel."

Rojac furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "It looks like one? Explain, Ensign."

"It's hull composition is of the olympic design, but it's not outfitted with standard Federation technology."

Rojac scratched at his beard. "Interesting." He approached his seat and plopped himself back into its cushiony exterior. "Lets watch the show for a while. Tactical keep an eye on the comms. Science keep tabs on them. And lets see what happens."

"Aye sir."

[End Log]

Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

[USS Chimera] SD240902.27 Duty Log - 1Lt/Sgt COps/QM Jade Reese and Verna Drake (NPC) - "Material Movement"

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=/\= Quartermasters Office, USS Chimera C =/\=

Verna was in her office going over reports of resources that some of
the departments needed after there first mission on the newly
commissioned Chimera. She signed off all the PADDs they were all
general materials that any ship would fill their supplies after each
mission. "Lieutenant?" Verna said looking up and seeing the Chief of
Operations walking into her office.

"Morning Sergeant how's life in the material sector?" Jade said
smiling she always enjoyed meeting with the ships quartermaster.
"Sorry have to do this, but I've got some more paper work." Jade said
smiling taking a seat that the desk and setting the PADDs on the desk.

Verna picked up the PADDs and looked over them, "alright I'll send
these over right now. Anything else?" The Sergeant asked while she put
in the orders to the stations Quartermasters office.

"Actually there's one more thing I need you to oversee while we're at
UNITY." Jade said, "all the outpost debris in cargo bay 3 need to be
moved over to UNITY." Jade said giving Verna another PADD which would
be given to the UNITY's QM.

Verna nodded, "I'll head down there right now and get things moving
down there." Verna said smiling sending a quick message to the lead
deck chief person to start organizing some deck crews to help start
moving the debris off of the Chimera and onto the UNITY. "I'll let you
know when we get done and also when we get the other materials we
need.

"Alright thank you sergeant." Jade said standing up and heading out of
her office she wanted to check in with Dexter and Howard to see how
the adjustments to the point defense grid was going.

First Lieutenant Jade Reese
Chief Operations Officer
USS Chimera C

&

Sergeant Verna Drake (NPC)
Quartermaster
USS Chimera C (apd Jade Reese)

[USS Chimera] SD: 240902.28 Duty Log, MCapt. Anya Xerxes, Flight Ops CO

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Anya stubbed out her cigarette, took a fresh one from the pack and lit it.  She inhaled deeply allowing the nicotine deep into her lungs.  She reviewed her report into the appearance of the new type of Romulan Fighter.  It was an assault fighter developed to take out capital ships and heavy ground installations unlike the Scorpion Class which was an interceptor best suited to take out other fighters.  The thoughts going round the other senior staff had voiced thoughts that the Romulans may have stolen ideas or technology from the Erassian Alliance who had the distinct edge on fighter development if not much else. 

Anya thought otherwise judging from the scans taken from both Sun God and Chimera the technology was typical Romulan just a more advanced version of anything else seen previously.  The biggest surprise had really been the maneuverability of the new Romulan assault fighter which put the current model of Federation assault fighter, the Warhammer to shame.  If there was anything remotely Erassian about this encounter was the tactics displayed.  Rule number one of Erassian Alliance Military tactics...use the right tool for the job.

After another draw of her cigarette Anya settled back into her line of thought.  No the worst point about this whole mission was that it seemed like the Romulans hadn't really had a purpose in attacking the outpost.  This was no lightning raid on an enemy outpost for intelligence.  The fact that the Romulans had still been there a good while after taking the outpost indicated either severe incompetence or a baited trap. 

The fact that there had been two warbirds plus two full squadrons of assault fighters packing a hell of a lot of anti-ship weaponry meant that the Romulans finally had the measure of the Federation.  If it had been any other ship in the SSF First Task Force other than Chimera or perhaps the specialist Carrier the USS Hindenburg SSF would almost certainly have been a victory for the Romulan forces.  The fact that Chimera had been assigned to this mission was likely sheer chance due to their availability at the time. 

Anya had included in her report a damning report of the state of the tactics employed for the deployment of fighters in SSF and Starfleet as a whole and why with the Romulans displaying high degree tactical thinking that Starfleet could no longer rely on luck and numbers alone.  Without an overhaul of tactics for the use of both fighters and Capital Ships and their joint deployment capabilities the Federation would soon find themselves on the losing side of this war, then again as so far they had only engaged in defensive actions it could be argued that the Federation was already losing this war.  To prove her case she had pointed out that the point defense systems on the Chimera were the most advanced in the fleet and yet she had still taken a beating from scorpions launched from the reinforcement warbirds called in as backup.  What would have been the case if they had faced the new Romulan assault fighters with the anti ship weaponry?

She took a deep draw off her cigarette and stubbed it out with a flash of sharp anger.  Whilst she may need to watch her step as an Erassian citizen grudgingly allowed into Starfleet and then SSF she could not stand idly by whilst good pilots were fed into the meat grinder at the behest of some prick with high rank who thought solely of the next piece of tin to be pinned to their chest.  With onl a split second's hesitation she pressed the button to send the report to her CO, the Task Force Intelligence Advisor and Task Force Command.  She had no doubt that at least one of those parties would not be pleased by her opinions even if they were supported by facts and statistics.

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Marine Captain Anya Xerxes
Flight Ops CO
USS Chimera - C

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[USS Chimera] SD: 240902.27 Personal Log LtCdr.MaiKai Rodgers

 

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

-=-/-\-=- The Rodgers' Quarters -=-/-\-=-

 

 

    "Mommy! Mommy!" came Rachel's bounding voice.  All that could be heard from Mai was grumbling.

 

Mai had been laying in bed on her side.  She had a pillow under her stomach, a pillow for in between her knees, and one for under her head.  Mai's pregnancy was really starting to come into full swing and suck up all of her energy.  Anymore there wasn't a day where she didn't feel completely exhausted.

 

    "Mommy! Mommy!"  Rachel jumped up onto her mother's bed and immediately crouched down to hug her.  "Time to get up!"

 

Mai let out a sigh, "Do I really have to?"  She gave the best sly grin she could.

 

"Yes, Mommy.  You said you would take me and the baby out to breakfast".  Rachel grabbed Mai's arm and started to pull.  She hoped she could pull her mom out of bed.

 

MaiKai played along and allowed Rachel to believe she had actually pulled her mother into a sitting position where she could then get started and prepared for the day.  Rachel jumped down and ran back into her room so she could get dressed for the day since she was still wearing her pajamas.  Mai continued to slowly go through the motions of getting dressed and everything else that was included in her morning routine. 

 

Throughout getting dressed and brushing her long hair and everything else that need to be accomplished before leaving her quarters, Mai couldn't help but think how much she was feeling like a single parent and how that was really exhausting her.  She really wished that Rick was home.  She was missing being able to share everything with him.  Her closest friend Lindsay was still on the Chimera.  Word came around that the Chimera would be returning soon, but still.  Anyone, besides Rick, that Mai could trust with anything like babysitting Rachel while she slept were either back on Earth or on a different ship.  Mai was feeling all alone in everything that she does which is really starting to take it's toll and it's affect as well.

 

.....

 

Soon Mai, Rachel, and the baby to be were out and on their way to find someplace to eat good tasting breakfast on base.  Mai only hoped she wouldn't have to be embarrassed by the mess Rachel would probably make on the floor and all over the table.  She loved breakfast food just like her mommy.    

 

 

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

 

Lieutenant Commander MaiKai Rodgers

Head of Pediatrics

Starbase UNITY

 

 

 

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[USS Chimera] SD240902.27 -- A.R.A. Anx --

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

> == ARA Anx, Command deck ==
>
> "84 minutes to objective, President." a voice said, breaking
> silence.
>
> The anxiety was overwhelming for everyone on board. They have been
> waiting for this moment for years and now that they are so close to
> the
> objective, some doubt the sole reason of being there.
>
> Yslaminda was still sitting, thinking. She has been dreaming of this
> day for decades, but, yet, she couldn't help but shake her head to t
> he
> irony. Being about to go to war for the purpose of absolute peace.
>
> Historically, the Anx were know as a stabilizing and peaceful nation,
> although being very talented for dialogue and propaganda. They
> overseen
> the Quorum acculturation for decades, never engaging in any violent
> tactics to justify their mission. The fact that the Quorum are, most
> likely, one of the most peaceful nation in the universe probably
> helped
> the Anx to keep it line.
>
> Somehow, the militarization of the Anx Rebel Alliance, a faction that
> is next-to-unknown in the universe, was made in silence and "under t
> he
> radar", as 21st Century man would say. But, Yslaminda, who was elect
> ed
> President of the Anx Corporation on Stardate 239108.21, have been
> propagandizing a vision of absolute peace and that, if absolute peace
> couldn't be acquired, absolute chaos. Her vision was as long as the
> re
> is war, there's a need for Chaos. Chaos would dissipate all war-like
> behaviour and increase a new era of peace.
>
> Years ago, the Insurrection War was declared and Yslaminda notice a
> war
> to start the militarization of her Corporation while everyone else
> were
> busy fighting in the front line. She acquired technologies from
> different worlds and developed a R&D department that sole purpose
> where
> to adapt to a common technology all of the bought and acquired foreign
> techs. All those "covert" department were eventually called the
> A.R.A., or, the Anx Rebel Alliance.
>
> The A.R.A. acquired a Olympic class ship from the Neutral zone. As it
> was badly damaged by an asteroid field, it was left there, drifting,
> as
> a ship wreck to be salvaged later by the Federation. However, the
> A.R.A.
> got there first and transported it to Anx, where it was drydocked and
> repaired. It was worked on for years, modified and fortified, to
> become
> the ARA Anx, the A.R.A. flagship.
>
> Throughout the years, the A.R.A. propagandized that the Federation
> were
> a trigger-happy Empire, that the Totalitarism of the UFP was against
> the
> Quorum and the RSE values and that the UFP should be stopped at all
> cost. And the A.R.A. began believing themselves, too.
>
> Upon the war declaration between the RSE and the UFP, it became clear
> that it was an opportunity for the A.R.A. to get involved and,
> eventually, grow in strength and culture. Through this though, they
> would rally more worlds to the cause of peace to, eventually, gain
> perpetual peace throughout the universe.
>
> That was the reason that the A.R.A. left Anx, for the first time, as
> an
> faction seeking expansion. The first step was decided by the Counsel
> as
> being taking over Starbase 234 and it's surrounding space, right on
> the border of the Neutral Zone.
>
> "We are entering sensor range, President...", the same voice as
> earlier said.
>
> Yslaminda stood and looked at the screen, to the advancing Starbase.
>
> "Send in our accreditation and advise we would like a diplomatic
> meeting with it's leader.", said Yslaminda.
>
> == END LOG ==
>
> President Yslaminda
> A.R.A. Anx
> NPC by Pont

[USS Chimera] SD:240902.26 Joint Duty Log, Lt JG Gustav Kroitzer & Cmdr Athena Wellington

Paul Howorth <palsh963@gmail.com> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:

=/\= Counselling office on Chimera =/\=

Athena had just returned from straighten up her quarters and had been
think about what she might want to do on R&R. She had on last duty
thing to perform and then she could be off unless a new request came
in. She was almost at her office door when she noticed her
appointment was already waiting. "You're very punctual Mr. Kroitzer,"
she said as she came up behind him, "I hope I haven't kept you
waiting."

Gustav jumped slightly when he heard the chief counsellor talk as he
didn't hear her come up behind him "I always try to arrive a little
early for appointments" he replied

"Very wise of you," she commented as she punched in the code that slid
the door open. "Please, come in and make yourself comfortable," she
gestured to any of the seats in the office. "Can I get you something
to drink?"

"White coffee two sugars please" he said while taking a seat in quite
a luxurious looking leather seat. Feeling a little uncomfortable
Gustav started to fidget, it wasn't the seat but the fact he didn't
much like having people analysing his mind, he didn't even like Mimi
doing it.

Athena nodded while thinking {why bother} as she looked at the almost
milky looking coffee in the cup as she took it and handed it to
Gustav. She sat in another chair nearby with her own hot chocolate.
She looked at him intensely and watched him fidget again. Smiling to
herself she asked, "How are you doing since your accident?"

Gustav pick up the cup with his right hand and took a sip then placed
it down {to much milk} "surprisingly well actually" he said, adding "I
think I have finally gotten used to my prosthetic".

"That's good to hear. Was there anyone person who was particularly at
fault for causing the accident?" {Gee, I don't think he likes his
coffee.... replicators must still need a bit of work.}

"No, not really everyone followed all the protocols that were in place
at the time, the computer logs showed that everyone had" he said not
wanting to put any blame on anyone or even imply that the accident was
anyone's fault.

"Do you feel that you returned to work too soon?" Athena had read the
files know that this wasn't the case but was a bit curious as to the
answer.

"Nope" was his only answer

"And your personal life is moving along just as smoothly as getting
back to work?"

"How do you mean?" he asked wanting to know what Athena meant by that question.

Athena raised an eyebrow, "Just wanting to know if the transitions in
your personal life were working as seamlessly as your vocational
ones."

"Oh… it's had it's ups and downs, but Mimi has been very supportive
even when she caught me making modifications to my arm" he said.

"Modifications?" Athena raised her other eyebrow this time.

Gustav smirked slightly "just some slight modifications to improve
control of the arm, nothing major… yet"

"So, you were having trouble and instead of doubling up on physical
therapy.... you made adjustments to the prosthetic."

Gustav shook his head "I never said that" he said irritated at the
implication that he took the easy way out.

Mimi had told Athena about the modifications and she wonder what
Gustav's response would be if she suggested that he took the easy
path. "You did say to improve control..." Athena repeated but left
hanging in further suggestion.

"The prosthetic's interface and micro servers weren't accurate enough
to do my job properly and no amount of physical therapy would change
that… it was a limitation of the machine" he explained.

Athena couldn't help the smirk that passed over her face at his
earnest reply. "I see."

Gustav noticed the smirk but didn't say anything.

"You seem to be adjusting fine... if you ever want or need someone to
talk to I'm here and not as biased as Mimi," Athena finished with a
smile. "In other words relax.... you passed your not going to the
loony bin today."

"That's good to hear" Gustav said as he got up and left the office.

=/\= End Log =/\=

Lt JG Gustav Kroitzer
DCEO
USS – Chimera C

&

Cmdr Athena Wellington
Chief Counsellor
USS – Chimera C

[USS Chimera] SD 240902.26 SB Unity. Duty log: Cmdr Summers / Stephen Jacobs

rangi.summers@mojwap.sk wrote to chimera@ucip.org:

*** Orthopedic Dept.* SB Unity ***

Avril Hammond lay in her bed, the sole occupant of a side
room in the main orthopedic ward. From where she lay, the
lower ring was visible and she watched the various craft
moving to and fro, mostly worker bees engaged in repairing
the ships currently docked at Unity.
Sometimes she looked towards the door which remained
closed.People moved past now and then but noone came in and
she was pleased to be left in peace.
Her fingers plucked at the pastel green coverlet as she
watched a shuttle travel from right to left across her field
of vision.

++

Rangi was discussing Avril with Alan Jenkins, the doctor in
charge of orthopedics.
He was satisfied with the result of the osteoregeneration on
her femur and her arm was healing too, as were the multiple
bruises and other minor injuries she had suffered. He was
explaining his concern as to Avrils general well being when
his attention was caught by someone that caused him to break
off in mid sentence.

" She's very shaken up and I............do you know that
man?" he asked, frowning and looking pointedly towards the
figure.

Rangi turned her head to see whom Alan referred to and
recognised the tall, lean, bearded man with dark hair
peppered grey. He was staring at them but a lazy smile
dawned across his face when he gained their attention and he
began to approach them.
"Yes I do." Rangi replied and glancing back at Alan added
"...and he's just the man we need."

Alans expression stated he wasnt convinced of this as he
took in the slightly creased jacket, faded jeans and well
worn shoes the man was wearing but Rangi was greeting him
and turned back to make an introduction.

"Alan Jenkins, head of the orthopedic department...Stephen
Jacobs, Chief counsellor."
The two men shook hands.

"Were you looking for Commander Summers or for me?" Alan
asked.

Stephen shrugged slightly. " Either, Or." he replied. " I
understand you have the unfortunate young lady who was
trampled in a stampede staying here. " he said.

Alan replied: " Yes we do." and giving Rangi a quick glance
added :"...and we were just saying that she might need some
counselling."
His commbadge chirruped. "Ah...please excuse me." he said
and turned away to answer soon becoming engaged in a
conversation.
Rangi turned her head and saw Stephen looking at her.

" Do you want to see her?" she asked.

"Are you suggesting it?" Stephen enquired.

"It might help her, so yes I am." Rangi replied.

"Then yes I do." Stephen said and Rangi tried to work out
whether he was serious, sarcastic or amused.

Alan had glanced back at them, still engaged in his
conversation and Rangi indicated that she would take the
Counsellor to Avrils room. Alan acknowledged the fact.

"This way." Rangi said and they began to walk together. "
Physically she's not doing too badly but she's extremely
shaken by her experience, which is understandable ofcourse.
It was very traumatic."
Stephen made no reply.
They turned a corner.

" You need to see me again." he said, looking straight
ahead, striding along in easy paces.

"Do I?" Rangi asked in surprise.

" Yes........Make an appointment for the next day or so, no
rush for it." he said.

She thought about their first extremely short meeting when
he they had said very little.
"What are we going to talk about?" she enquired, slowing as
they neared Avrils room. She was expecting him to say the
recent mission,her transfer to Chimera and back again or
even the attempt on her life.

"Your parents." he replied coming to a halt beside her
outside the door. She stared at him and he gave a quick
smile at her expression of wariness.

"Are you one of those counsellors who lean to the view that
all problems relate back to parental upbringing?" she asked.

"I'm presuming you had parents." he replied " Do you have a
problem?"

"No" she answered indignantly.

"Well that takes care of that then doesn't it" he stated and
immediately opened the door and stepped into the room
leaving her standing in the doorway looking slightly amazed.

++

The hiss of the door opening had startled Avril and she
clutched the coverlet to herself as though for protection,
staring at Stephen with dark eyes set in a face that was too
pale.
Rangi noticed all this and followed Stephen into the room
saying, in a friendly tone:
" Miss Hammond..this is Doctor Jacobs.He's a counsellor."

"Oh" Avril replied without enthusiasm.

"How do you do?...a pleasure to meet you." Stephen said,
extending his hand for her to shake. She took it after a
moments pause, briefly touching his hand with the tips of
her fingers.

"Mind if I sit here?" Stephen asked pointing towards a chair
and Avril shook her head, looking decidedly uncomfortable as
he pulled it nearer to her bedside and sat down.

"Please excuse me then and I'll see you both later." Rangi
said. glancing to them both in turn.
Stephen gave a nod and a quick genuine smile. " Thankyou
Commander." he said.
Avril looked lost and unsure but Rangi gave her a reassuring
smile and retraced her steps to the door where she looked
back at them.

Stephen had said something and Avril had a wavering smile on
her thin, pinched face.
Rangi realised that however unorthodox Stephens approaches
might be, he was going to help Avril relax and, in time,
overcome the trauma she had experienced.

*** End Log ***

Commander Rangi Summers
CMO SB Unity
Med Adv 1st Task Force
&
Dr Stephen Jacobs
Chief Counsellor
SB Unity
&
Avril Hammond
Baggage Screener
SB Unity
(npc) Rangi
&
Alan Jenkins
Head of Orthopedics
SB Unity
(npc) Rangi

[USS Chimera] SD: 240902.25 Duty Log Cmdr. Wellington

=/\= Chief Counselor's Office =/\=

The Chimera had returned to Unity but Athena was in her office tying up a few loose ends.  Actually she would have this finished up already if it hadn't been for the turbolift accident that left her feeling just a bit too warm.  She ran her fingers through her newly shortened length of hair which was the biggest casualty of her most recent accident if she didn't include a few minor burns and the dehydration.  Her hair that had been at a length where it could practically cup her derriere was now back to just an inch above waist length.

 

She wrote a quick note to Tommy saying that she understood if he would rather see a base counselor rather than Mimi or herself but to please do his follow up session.  One that was required due to his attack in the brig.  She made note of the time that Kroitzer requested for his counseling session and sent the note that confirmed the appointment.  As a last minute thought she sent a note to the captain to be sure and talk with someone after and perhaps even during the writing of his condolence notes.  After all and unhappy captain, ultimately ended in a unhappy crew either sooner or later and with Rojac she suspected it might be sooner.

 

Athena took a last look around her office decided that things seemed to be in order.  {Return to quarters and straighten up there and then... } she began checking things off her mental check list.  As she walked to her quarters which took a long time as she was avoiding lifts at the moment, she sorted through a few confusing thoughts or maybe pondered on them was a more accurate description.

 

=/\= End Log =/\=

 

Commander Athena Wellington

Counselor

USS Chimera

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