[USS Chimera] SD 240903.06 || JL || Commo Guzman & Capt Rojac ||

[Commodore's Office - SB 234: UNITY]

Captain Cropa rojac sat in the waiting area in front of
Pakosii's desk. The Commodore had requested a meeting, and
he quickly obliged. Rojac had a lot of respect for his
former Captain, and didn't mind waiting a few moments to see
him. What he did mind was his shoulder. During his sparring
match with Lt Rayna the previous day it appeared he had
sprained his deltoid. His right shoulder was quite sore and
made him wince if he moved it to quickly. He hoped the
Commodore wouldn't notice. He was writing down a note to
make an appointment with Dr. Rice when the Commodore's aide
spoke up from behind the desk.

Busy with million and one thing, Shane just finished a long
talk with the head of Special forces Intelligence (SSFI).
Lernen's death was the main point … or more the
intelligence vacuum left on the UNITY and 1TF after his
death. At last, both man agreed that a small group of SSFI
operatives and analyst would help the situation
considerably. Logistic was still an issue as Shane was not
told when to expect those agents .. but 'soon'.
It was some 10 minutes ago since Pakosii signaled that Rojac
was there to see him and once the communication to SB Bragg
was over, Shane pressed the button saying "I am free".
"Captain Rojac" Pakosii said finally, "the Commodore
is now expecting you. Please proceed".

"Thank you, Lieutenant." Rojac replied, nodding and standing
up before making his way past the guards into the office
beyond them. He smiled and snapped a brief salute as he
entered the room. "Commodore, Captain Rojac reporting."
Shane smiled at his former Chief Tactical Officer. Long time
passed since Cropa was a young Lieutenant behind the
tactical console just waiting for his Captain to give the
order to fire. At some point Cropa left the Chimera to
assume a XO position on an another ship, but eventually
returned back to Chimera as XO and later CO.
"Welcome, Captain" Shane said and offered a seat to
Chimera's CO. "I am glad that my favorite ship is safe
and sound back. Anything to drink?"

"Black coffee if you have it, sir." The Captain replied.
Placing the requested drink in front of Rojac, Shane walked
over to his end of the desk and seated himself as well.
"So, tell me please how does the Chimera-C feels like?"
Shane started.

Rojac put the mug down to his lap after taking the first
sip. "She's magnificent. Almost reminiscent of the 'A'. She
agile, quick and she packs a mean punch." He smiled. "i
think she'll serve the fleet quite nicely."

Nodding, Shane said: "Let's hope you keep your ship in
one piece far longer then any of Chimera's CO ever
managed. I've heard some rumors from SSF Command that IF
they should give us an ANOTHER Chimera within this decade,
someone's head would be attached to the main deflector"

Rojac laughed. "Whether it mine or yours, I determined not
to let that happen, sir."

"OK, lets get back to your mission" Shane said looking
at Cropa, "I understand that you've met a strong Romulan
resistance with advanced weapons and tactics and believe
that all our sensor network along the neutral zone is
compromised … "

Rojac put his coffee on the edge of the desk as he got down
to discussing business. "Aye, sir. We ran into two warbirds
initially. They were new scout designs with better
acceleration and mobility. They had an interesting hull
plating leading from the engineering hull to the nacelles
that I have a feeling has to do more than aesthetics.
Captain Xerxes' fighters engaged a new fighter class as
well, designed for capital ship destruction. The cruisers we
engaged after the intial wave weren't all that different
than intelligence already suggested, only with a newer class
of disruptors. I understand Commander Terek ahs already
begun studying their effects on Federation hull
compositions."

Shane nodded: "For decades Starfleet command considers the
apparent lack of new ship's design in Romulan Empire.
You've been a tactical officer yourself, so I don't have
to explain you that the ROmulans have just a few ship's
classes and maintain using them for long years, but in the
last 20 years, we've seen a huge improvement here. What
began with the Reman Scimitar design … seems to go on more
rapidly. I wonder if the Romulans have foreign help in their
ship designing centers. But what about the sensor network,
Captain? Is it really compromised?"

"Yes. I do believe they have compromised the sensor
network." Rojac nodded. "And I concur with Captain Xerxes'
assumption that they were waiting to ambush a federation
vessel with their new fighter wings. They weren't prepared
for a new century class and her fighter wing though. I only
think the Hindenburg could have performed better."

"Damn" Shane said, "that means that we have to
relocate all of our listening posts within several sectors.
That's a bad news and I am sure that Starfleet Command
won't like it."

"We could have the Outpost commander exploy the on-board
thrusters for redeployment of the grid." Rojac suggested.

Nodding Shane said: "At least we learn about it now and
not when it's too late. Romulans were always excellent in
ways of deception and intelligence and unfortunately SFI
can't keep the pace with Tal'Shiar."

Rojac agreed. "Romulus allotts a significant amount of their
military budget to the Tal'Shiar, an amount I'm afraid the
Federation will never ideologically suport."

"Hmmm …" Shane said slowly, "so what about the
fighters? You say that they helped a lot in the battle?"

"They did, sir." Rojac nodded. "I think the Chimera would
have been in quite a dire circumstance without them."

"Then I do not understand your reservations regarding
Xerxes' suggestion to emply more fighters within SSF and
Starfleet as a whole …"

"My only reservation is with the current state of the
majority of starfleets fighter squadrons." Rojac replied.
"Valkyries are no match in a dogfight with a Romulan
Scorpion. The Scorpions have better maneuverability, speed,
and firepower. And the Warhammer assault ships are too bulky
and slow to be effective against some of the new romulan
designs." Rojac crossed his arms in front of his chest. "In
order to compete in that theatre, I believe we need to
update our fighters across the fleet. We need to roll the
Lancers out into mass production to replace the Valkyries
and we need to update the Warhammer design. Otherwise, our
squadrons are going to get massacred in the battlefield."

"That's a good point" Shane replied. "Warhammers are
good for troop transport or attacking capital ship, but sure
not suitable for dog fights. Valkyres really need an
replacement, but the problem is that it would take up to a
few years to replace them all. Maybe we will have to start
in a smaller scale … lets say 1TF and see about the
results. We shall see."

"Certainly with Commander Ohmsford's shipyard project we can begin addressing the situation soon." Rojac said.

"Well, Captain, you did very well on your mission …
again. Your next mission should be of a more enjoyable kind
… two weeks of R&R on the UNITY. Since Admiral LaGrand's
forces eased the pressure on the Task Force, there will be
another 10 ships stationed for R&R here, so there will be
plenty opportunities to learn someone new. Security is
somewhat an issue lately, so please ask your crew to be at
least not absolutely careless while on board the station.

"I will make note of that, sir." Rojac nodded.

"We shall have a few more meetings during your R&R, but
besides them, I'd like your crew and you enjoy the free
time. To be absolutely clear, Captain … that's an
order"

Rojac smirked from behind his beard. "I'll go find a jacuzzi somewhere to read my reports then."

"All right then" Shane said with a laugh, "if there is
nothing else, then I see you on the 1st meeting in 72 hours.
You are dismissed."

[End Log]

Commodore Shane Guzman

Commanding Officer

SB 234: UNITY & SSF First Taskforce

&

Captain Cropa Rojac

Commanding Officer

USS Chimera NCC96899-C

[USS Chimera] SD 240903.06 || Narendra Mission || JL || Capt Chisulo & Amb Ayanami ||

[Narendra Station - in orbit of Narendra IV - Klingon Territory]

The intensity of the piercing shriek died down suddenly, and the vision returned to Chisulo's eyes. His head pounded, he could feel the throbbing in his temples and the pressure behind his eyes. His head was cloudy and his vision blurry - which was why he didn't quite believe what he was seeing as he slowly picked his face off the metal grating of the command center's deck plating. 
He saw the back on the white robed alien standing defiantly before an angelic figure brightly aglow with her wings spread wide. Had the gods come to save me? He thought to himself. But then he recognized the face: Ambassador Ayanami.

"Thought you guys could use a little help but now I found me a whole barrel of fun."  Alecto unleashed a wave of illusions at the creature probing it for weaknesses that she could exploit.

A whispering voice permeated through to the Ambassador's mind, it was low and raspy - like a gust of wind through the reeds. {{I have not sensed your kind before, hybrid. You are an interesting species.}} If the creature had a mouth, it probably would have a devious toothy grin. Instead it's sunken and dark eyes squinted at the hybrid ambassador as if sizing her up. {{Talented, yes. But young and naive. Nothing a few more centuries couldn't fix.}}

{{I'm a weapon developed for destruction.  Longevity isn't exactly in the game plan.  As Hybrids we only do three things.  We Live, We Fight, We Die.}} Alecto sent back to the creature calmly whilst building her power for one decisive attack.  
{{And yet…}} It's eyes closed briefly before flashing open once more, {{you are an ambassador for your state?}} It opened its arms wide. {{How intriguing.}} 

Suddenly, a console was ripped off the floor sending sparks across the metal grating as it was tossed in Alecto's direction. 

Alecto jumped up and kicked the console back towards the white robed alien.  {{You think cheap parlor tricks can stop a Hybrid Assassin?}}

The creature held up a bony hand, halting the progress of the hulking device in mid-air before tossing it into the view-screen along the far wall. {{Why fight, Ambassador? Our quarrel is not with your kind. We seek retribution only against the Federation.}}

{{And why do you seek retribution against the Federation?  They are for the most part dominated by sycophantic politicians and hopeless idealists.}}  Alecto stood her ground.

Chisulo managed to make the crawl over to Faulkner's body undetected. He reached down and checked the officer's pulse – there was none. He closed his eyes briefly before grabbing his comrade's combat kit and picked up his phaser rifle. He crawled away from the corpse of his fallen comrade, and took cover behind a console where he checked the power cell on the rifle. It was down to one third.

Alecto noticed the movement and increased the telepathic focus on the alien.  She reached down and grasped the hilt of her katana.  {{Then I guess it was you who is responsible for the death of Harbright.  I can't say I liked him but he was useful.}}  Alecto garnered all of her mental energy and at the moment she unsheathed the first few inches of her katana she unleashed it like the waters of a breached dam cascading relentlessly downstream.  The attack would not stop the alien but it would focus all it's attention for just long enough.

The creature fortified itself against the sudden onslaught forming a barrier of blue between itself and the hybrid assassin. The barrier did not cover its back, where Chisulo's phaser rifle - set to heavy stun - found it's mark. The robed creature crumpled to the floor. Chisulo stood to his full height and slowluy approached the fallen figure, his muzzle ever facing the quarry. 

Alecto resheathed her katana and said loudly to Chisulo "Well not to spoil the victory celebration but heavy reinforcements are inbound with orders to shut this station down permanently.  We've got less than four minutes to be elsewhere so let's get moving."

Chisulo cast a sullen glance back toward Faulkner's fallen form. Then he turned back to Alecto. "Carry this one, I'm taking my comrade back with us."

"You do realise you Federation bastards are too soft to make any real sacrifices.  Life to you is merely a token in a game but to us it is a bullet in russian roulette..  Still I'm not one to argue with sentimental bastards..." Alecto said as she picked up Faulkner.

"I'm not leaving him behind, Ambassador." Chisulo grunted as he hoisted the limp body of the alien onto his shoulders. He moved toward the doorway. "According to my contact, a pathway to the General's vessel should be through his office over there. They should have it ready by now."

"Naturally and the word is that of those who are undying to the Federation cause...no offense but once our cargo is safely stowed I want to return to my own fighter"  Alecto said as she carried the burden of Faulkner the the Federation's alternative transport.

Chisulo cast the woman a strange glance as the door to the office opened. "After you."

[End Log]

Captain Tedros Chisulo

 Tactical Advisor

SSF First Taskforce

&

Ambassador Alecto Ayanami

Erassian Alliance Ambassador to SB 234: UNITY

[USS Chimera] SD: 240903.05 Joint NPC Log Constantine Gambaretti & Rowan Campbell

 

=/\= Campbell's Home =/\=

Upon entering the unlocked house Rowan's mother was found in bed.  Her breathing was shallow and labored, while her skin held a bluish tint.  Her body temperature was elevated; making her coloration all the more odd.  In listening to Lissa's lungs; the doctor commented on how filled they seemed.

 

Rowan sat on a bucket outside the front door of her home.  She looked up when Constantine walked out the door.  "Is momma ... still in bed?"

 

"Yeah kiddo, she's just sleeping at the moment and the medic's looking after her.  It's likely they'll move her to the station for a little while and you'll come along as well.  I guess Joe can show you a few more Lassie movies whilst you're there."  Con said as he ruffled her hair.

"Will you watch them too," she asked.

 

"...Well when I'm not out on patrol I guess I could partake"  Con answered in a non-committal fashion.

 

"If I find you more treasure, will you watch movies with me and eat hot dogs and popcorn?"

"Listen Rowan you don't need to bribe me, I'll be there as long as I'm needed.  I can watch films and get you popcorn and hot dogs too provided you avoid puking over Nerso's shoes too often.  However if you're daddy hid more disks like the one you gave me earlier, it's important if we are to be able to help your daddy escape from the people who took him."  Con looked down at her seriously.

She looked at her shoes and kicked her heel against the bucket she was sitting on.  "Well... they looked for Daddy's treasures before... but I'm better at hiding them ... then he was." 

 

Rowan's use of the word was to describe her father was a true indication of truly how long her father had been gone and that Rowan had heard some of things the men, who had been searching for her father's treasures, said.  She hopped of the bucket and took off running toward a field of sheep.   As she reached the sheep they started to scatter but the dog that had been placidly sitting watching the sheep, sprung into action and kept them all together.

 

"Guess Lassie really does watch the sheep here."  Con said absent mindedly really wondering what Rurick had found that would make him worthy of abduction.

Rowan crested a small hill and tripped rolling down the other side, coming to a stop when she hit a small outcropping of rock.  Pretty soon she was bent down in front of the rocks as if she were praying to some alter.  All to quickly though half of her body disappeared from view..

 

"What the?"  Con started towards Rowna's position and saw she was worming her way down what looked like an oversized rabbit hole.  He reached in and tried to grab her before she went too far.

 

When she felt the warm hand enclose around her ankle, she became perfectly still, extremely unusual for a child of her age.  Nervously she asked, "Con?"

 

"Of course it's Con, who else would it be?"  He replied.

 

With his answer her little body relaxed and she relied, "Almost got it."

 

"How much deeper is it?"  He asked reluctant to let go of her, lest she get stuck underground.

"Just a little," she grunted and kicked her little feet until she'd wiggled from his grasp.  With only the tips of her shoes showing, she yelled, "Got it," and started to wiggle her body out backwards.

 

Con felt Rowan worming her way back up the tunnel and when he had a decent grip on her foot he pulled her up the tunnel to the surface.

She flipped onto her back and smiled up at Con, "That was fun."  In her hand she held some kind of foreign sash and wrapped in it was a map and another couple of small disks. 

 

Con raised an eyebrow  "Really?  I've never been that big a fan of going caving."

 

With an excited gleam in her eye, she held the items out to Con, "Now we can watch movies!!"  

Con examined the disks and if the data was anything like what he had seen on the first disk it could prove crucial to shutting down Orion Syndicate operations in this entire sector.  "For this I'll be more than glad to watch movies with hot dogs and popcorn."  Truth be told he would be willing to walk through barbed wire for this information.

=/\= End Log =/\=

 

Rowan Campbell (NPC Jass)
Lost Child

Constantine Gambaretti (NPC Ixus)
Promenade Security
SB 234: Unity

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[USS Chimera] SD: 240903.05 Personal Log 2ndLt. Nyx

=/\= Shuttle Bay 2 =/\=

Mnemosyme stood near what should be the front in her dress uniform.  Her hair was braided as usual the blonde streak almost looking like a ribbon running through the rest of her dark auburn hair.  As Attention was called, she put the imaginary starch in her spine and faced forward.  The at ease command allowed her to stand a little more comfortably. 

 

She listened as Vlimar began his speech with why they were all there and became more in tune with the timber of his voice rather than what was being said.  {I like...}  her calm and thoughts were broken with the resonance of her name.  She snapped back to attention and made her way to  the spot indicated.  Nym might have been embarrassed by the platitudes but she just kept thinking {I was only doing my job.}

 

Her marine training kept her perfectly still even as his knuckles brushed against her breast as he pinned the medal where it belonged.  Vlimar smiled and saluted and Nym barely had a chance to return both the smile and the salute before deck attention was called again and Vlimar left.  With the colonel's departure, she began to receive many congratulations.  She finally agreed to meet with a small group of marines that she had worked with before for drinks in celebration. 

 

=/\= End Log =/\=

 

2nd Lieutenant Mnemosyme Nyx

Counselor

S 234 Unity

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[USS Chimera] SD240903.05 =/\= Award Presentation =/\= Lieutenant Colonel V. PontBrillant

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

> == Executive Officer's quarters ==
>
> Vlimar opened his eyes suddently. In his mind, he was sure that he
> overslept. He looked to his left at his table chronometer and
> sighted in
> satisfaction. It was 0631 hrs, on SD240903.05. He was supposed to be
> on
> day's off, but, after discussing about the nomination for Nyx with
> Shane, decided to come in for the presentation anyways. Since it was
> the
> first day that he actually feeled "good" since the explosion, he
> intended to meet with Shane, after the presentation.
>
> Vlimar stood from his bed and walked to the replicator. "Espresso,
> tight, extra hot.", he ordered. As the replicator started working,
> Vlimar jumped on the shower. It was the sole reason of the "extra
> hot", so it would actually be "hot" by the time Vlimar finishes
> his morning toilette...
>
> Vlimar exited the shower and grabbed the espresso as he walked to his
> wardrobe. Within the second sip of the tiny cup, Vlimar placed the
> empty
> cup on a table, as he grabbed his dress uniform. Within seconds,
> Vlimar
> was wearing his almost black ceremonial uniform, with his rank
> insignia
> shining highly, due to the powerful lighting coming from the top of
> the
> wardrobe.
>
> Vlimar walked out of his quarters, heading for the shuttle bay.
>
> == Shuttle Bay 2 ==
>
> Entering the bay, the Drill Master Chief screamed: "Attention on
> deck!"
>
> As he walked to the podium, Vlimar glanced over the room. Nyx was
> standing within formation, on the front row. This award ceremony was
> to
> be made private, as it was awarded for a high profile case that,
> frankly, felt that could overexpose a situation that was managed
> discretely by the SSF. Therefore, only senior SSF Officers were
> present
> at the ceremony.
>
> Vlimar stopped in front of the podium and said: "At ease."
>
> "In this time of war, many of us lost precious friends and
> companions. Their sacrifice for a common cause leads us to exist and
> serve, today and tomorrow. The Romulan Star Empire brutal attack on
> our
> Federation leaded for an upscale war were many sacrifices were done.
>
> It also happend that some members cheats faith by a notorious action
> or
> act of bravery, which change the course of a battle and even a war.
>
> Today, we are honoring such actions.
>
> 2nd Lieutenant Mnemosyme Nyx, front and center!"
>
> Few seconds passed. During that time, Nyx came to attention and
> advanced to the podium.
>
> "2nd Lieutenant Nyx showed a great deal of courage, dedication and
> professionalism as she was attacked by a patient. Furthermore, 2nd
> Lieutenant Nyx uncovered Romulan Involvement in the New Geneva
> Genocide
> attacks. These actions, would be enough for some, but not for 2nd
> Lieutenant Nyx. She commited herself by diagnosising various patients,
> even against the challenge by follow officers and superiors. 2nd
> Lieutenant Nyx also offered her service for the refugees and survivors
> of the Battle of Aeran III.
>
> 2nd Lieutenant Nyx, it is my greatest honor to award you the STAR
> CROSS
> FOR MERIT, with CITATION FOR GALLANTRY.
>
> Congratulations 2nd Lieutenant!"
>
> Vlimar smiled and saluted Nyx.
>
> The Drill Master Chief stood at attention and screamed: "Attention
> on
> deck!"
>
> Vlimar nodded at the Chief and left the room.
>
> == END LOG ==
>
> Lieutenant Colonel Vlimar PontBrillant
> Executive Officer, SB 234 : UNITY
> Deputy Commander, 1st TaskForce, SSF Command

[USS Chimera] SD 240903.05 || JL || Capt Rojac (CO) & LtJG Kroitzer (DCEO) ||

=/\= Turbolift 1 =/\=

Gustav was standing in the Turbolift on his way to the bridge for a meeting with the Captain, he didn't know what the Captain wanted and it didn't matter, if the Captain calls you go, he didn't think it would be anything bad after the awards ceremony.

Once the lift stopped Gustav left and headed for Rojac's ready room, as he got to the door he tapped the panel next to it to notify that someone was waiting outside the door.

Rojac beckoned at the sound of the chime and motioned to the seat across from the wooden desk. "Have a seat, Lieutenant. Thank you for replying to my request so expediently."

"Any time sir" Gustav replied

"How is your arm performing?"

Gustav thought about his answer a little then said, "very well sir… after some slight mods that is".

"Yes." Rojac brought a hand to his beard and rubbed at it slightly. "I thought it odd that you ordered such an outdated prosthetic design, Lieutenant. Especially when I heard from the counsellors that you were making improvements to it. Why didn't you go for the newer nanite based models?" He asked. He knew the answer, but he wanted to see how easily Kroitzer would divulge the information to him.

"It wouldn't have worked sir, my body and nanites don't mix," he explained knowing that his CO probably already knew about his medical history after Rangi had made him reveal it.

Rojac nodded. "It's an interesting and horrible thing what that damned company did to you, Kroitzer. I'm glad you have risen above it. You have remarkable abilities as an officer and Engineer, Lieutenant. However, that is not the purpose of this meeting." Rojac leaned forward and crossed his arms atop the desk. "Lieutenant, you papers for promotion came across this desk earlier in the week, and I did not sign them. I thought it only fair to explain to you why."

With a look of concern on his face Gustav asked "Why?"

"In the accident where you lost your arm, you were the superior officer in charge of the installation of the EM Launchers. Therefore breaches in safety protocols and on-the-job incidents go on your supervisory record. Now, I understand that the event was more than likely unforeseeable, it's unfortunate. However, with that big a mark on your record I can not afford to promote you at this time."

 

There was a moment of silence between the two men.

"I still don't quite get it sir, I sent in a report that stated that the accident was completely unforeseeable and that all safety protocols had been followed which computer logs back up, so with all due respect sir am I getting this 'black mark,'" Gustav said while trying to keep his emotions in check.

Rojac leaned back in his chair, quite surprised at the sudden rant from the deputy engineer. "Because I don't think you are ready for it, Mr. Kroitzer. The computer controller that you designed couldn't take the amount of power that you were feeding into the launcher and it overloaded. You designed it, Mr. Kroitzer. Besides, you've been part time for much of the last few months while first your domestic partner was injured, and then while you were recovering. As Deputy Chief Engineer, other Assistant Engineers had to step in and fill your place." Rojac paused for a moment, sensing the tension in the room. "You need more time, Lieutenant, and that's my decision."

Gustav knew that the Captains decision was final and most of his points were valid although he was misinformed about the controller, it could take the power plus some more if need be, it was the main processor was faulty and that's what caused the accident.

Knowing he wouldn't win the argument Gustav backed down "Very well sir, I apologise for my outburst, it's just been… tough over the past few weeks" adding with a renewed drive "but I guarantee you that you won't hesitate to sign the promotion papers next time."

Rojac gave a weak smile. "I hope so, Lieutenant. We have much work to do. Please see to it that the environmental control section is repaired and ready within the week. I don't want to ship out with our air conditioning not working. Not in these tight quarters." He turned his desktop diosplay back on and pulled a report closer to him. "You are dismissed."

 

[End Log]

 

Captain Cropa Rojac

Commanding Officer

 

&

 

Lieutenant Junior Grade Gustav Kroitzer

Deputy Chief Engineer

 

USS Chimera NCC96899-C

[USS Chimera] SD240903.05 - Duty Log - Sgt QM Verna Drake (NPC) - "Supply Arrival"

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=/\= Cargo Bay 1, USS Chimera C =/\=

Verna was standing on the observation platform that all the cargo bays
had watching the supplies that needed to re-stocked loaded onto hover
pallets ready to be brought to the departments that requested the
supplies. "Ma'am." A Ensign said, "all materials are unloaded and we
just need you to sign off on the transfer orders." The Ensign said
handing her a PADD that she needed to sign.

Signing it, "thank you Ensign for your quick response and movement of
the materials." Verna said handing the PADD back to the young Ensign
and then following him down to the cargo bay floor. Verna had five
specialists, 4 technicians, and six Corporals that handle the weaponry
and the specialists and technicians that handle everything else.

"Cpl Jurez make sure the weapons and other equipment get to the armory
right away and make sure you get a signature this time." Verna said
glaring at the Corporal. The Corporal saluted and waved over the six
other corporals to grab the other crates most of the crates were
updated handheld phasers and the others were repair kits.

"You four technicians deliver the medical supplies and see if the
medical staff needs help unloading it and make sure you get a
signature from the CMO or DCMO." Verna said. "Specialist deliver the
misc. materials to these locations on the ship." Verna said handing it
to a specialist, "if there is a department get a signature from their
department head or deputy department head and if it's not to a
department take a picture of it and put it in your report." Verna said
heading to the exit of the cargo bay and back to her office to finish
up some minor paper work most of it dealing with the debris.

Once in her office she sent her report stating all supplies have
unloaded and being disrupted to the proper departments and should be
done by the end of the day. She also received a report notifying that
the debris was transferred over to UNITY successfully Verna forwarded
the message to Jade knowing that she might want to contact the
stations science and ops to get a report after they're done examining
the debris. With all of that done she closed down her computer and
turned off the lights calling it a day.

Sergeant Verna Drake (NPC)
Quarter Master
USS Chimera C (apb Jade Reese)