[USS Chimera] ||SB 234: UNITY|| SD 240904.25, Duty Log, Commo. Shane Guzman

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======== Transporter room 24, civilian area,
SB 234: UNITY =======

Tailed by his four body guarding marines, Shane arrived in
the transporter room with light speed. For once a while,
security seemed to be working well … the area was already
sealed. A perimeter of security guards hold the public away
to both keep the crime scene clear and protect the civilians
in case of a second accident.

Shane looked around the room in a fools hope to notice
anything explaining the fate of his son and girlfriend.
Suddenly, a bulky looking Lieutenant wearing yellow collar,
stepped in front of him: "What the hell you think you do
here?" he asked.

"What?" Shane replied in surprise. It was very long ago
since he had to explain his intentions to anyone … it did
not happen since he took command over the task force more
then a year ago.

"What kind of a fool let you in here! Don't ya see, that
public access is restricted?" cried the Lieutenant.

Only then Shane realized that he was still wearing civilian
clothes. Unity was a big station and Shane met hardly a
tenth of the personnel serving here in person and there were
sure guys that saw him never before … like the security
Lieutenant.

"Lieutenant" Shane started calmly: "I am Commodore
Guzman and I am here to inspect this case personally"
hoping this would clear the case with the Lieutenant.

Unexpected … the Lieutenant laughed. "Yeah, sure gal,
you're Guzman and I am the Queen of the Summer Love
Parade" he replied.

Shane grinned slightly, but there was no positive mood shown
in his face: "Then, my dear Queen, step aside or I have
you removed!" he said with a raised voice. When the
Lieutenant did not seem to make way, Shane called: "Remove
this guy from here!". Two of his body guard immediately
approached the Lieutenant and grabbed him by his shoulders
with one saying quietly: "I'd stay quiet and make way if
I were you, boy".

No longer minding the Lieutenant, Shane kneeled near the
shot transporter chief. There was a doctor scanning the body
and Shane asked: "What happed to him?". The Doctor
turned to Shane and replied, not commenting a civilian
asking him: "He's been shot from close proximity by a
type II phaser no more then 15 minutes ago." Shane nodded
and walked over to the transporter console. The power on
this deck was already fully restored and a technician was
already tapping the console. "Who was the last one to
access the console?" Shane asked. The technician tapped a
few more buttons and replied: "Chief Dailos" he replied.
He pointed towards the dead body and Shane nodded. He hoped
that the last one who activated the console could be someone
else then the transporter chief … maybe someone who had
something common with this case. But it were the Chiefs
codes that were used to access the console and who
physically entered the commands … could not be found out.

"What are the last coordinates of transport?" Shane
asked. The technician shrugged: „I don't know, sir,
there were wiped from the memory". "Damn" Shane said
and tapped his badge:

+TAPS+ Guzman to Commander Terek +

+TAPS+ Terek here, Commodore +

+TAPS+ Werannis, please come immediately to Transporter room
24 in the civilian area. I have urgent work for you. I need
to know the last coordinates of a transport, but they seemed
to be wiped from the memory. Can you handle that? +

+TAPS+ I do my best, unless the one wiping them was an
expert, there should still be retrievable +

Shane tapped his badge again:

+TAPS+ Guzman to Operations +

+TAPS+ Operations here, sir +

+TAPS+ Do you have sensor logs reading the position of
Commander Summers for lets say … last 15 minutes? +

+TAPS+ Yes, sir + came the reply, + I have all her movement
from the moment she left the quarters +

+TAPS+ Very well. Now compare that log with logs of all
other station's personnel. Did she meet anyone on her way
from our quarters to transporter room 24? +

+TAPS+ A moment, sir … yes, she encountered with 14
distinct personnel +

+TAPS+ Gather all that personnel and have security question
them. I want to know if there was someone along with the
Commander and if they have seen anything suspicious +

+TAPS+ Understood, sir +

Shane was for once glad about the strict SSF procedures. All
badges were on SSF stations were constantly watched and
their position logged in time. One could trace every single
member of SB 234 (or the badge, to be precise) for a period
of six months back.

======= some later =======

Shane was holding a little bucket in his hand and was deep
in thought. He found the bucket along with a net on the
ground. He knew the bucket and it was Martin's and it was
supposed to go with them down on Aeran. Shane knew that his
son was VERY fond of the little holiday and both artifacts
– bucket and net were 'absolutely necessary' to be
taken with. Little Martin would not forget them … even
less just throw them away. Unless … something bad
happened.

"Shane" someone said quietly behind him. Turning around,
Shane saw Terek Werannis looking at him, wearing a small
smile: "Good news at last. Whoever it was to wipe the
transporter coordinates, he was good, but not good enough.
He configured the transporter to randomize the last
coordinates and wiped the transporter buffers completely.
But being not smart … or experienced enough, he did not
wiped the transporter activity log. Well … it's not even
possible, since there are only two persons on the whole
station with a clearance high enough to do that … the CO
and XO. Everyone else has read only access … if even that.
Making the story short, I isolated the coordinates … they
mark empty space almost at the edge of transporter range, I
scanned the spot two times and there is nothing. But I
located Rangi's badge down on Aeran …"

Shane nodded and tapped his badge again:

+TAPS+ Guzman to flight control. I want a fighter wing to
survey a certain area. Coordinated will be transmitted by
Commander Terek. I want a detailed scan of that area ASAP +

+TAPS+ Flight control here, Sir. Understood +

Breaking the line, Shane contacted security:

+TAPS+ Guzman to security, I want two full ODA teams at my
location within 5 minutes +

This time it was Shane who was addressed:

+TAPS+ Operations to Commodore Guzman +

+TAPS+ Guzman here, what do you have for me? +

+TAPS+ Six crew remembered to see Commander Summers with
Martin Guzman and Major Live chatting in the turbo lift and
two more confirm that the major entered the transporter room
with them. +

Shane thought: {Liev? Is he a victim as well? … or
something else?}

+TAPS+ I declare Commander Summers and Major Liev MIA. Have
all their access codes locked down immediately + It was a
standard procedure when Starfleet officers were kidnapped or
suspected to be captured. It was a way how to prevent
misusage of their access codes, acquired by threads or
force. It was the same for SSF and even more … any usage
of those codes within Federation would be immediately logged
and 1st TF Command would be informed.

+TAPS+ Understood, sir +

On the sound of many feets, Shane turned and saw twelve
heavy armed ODA members entering the room. The majority were
man, but three woman were present as well. It was long past
when woman could not become members of elite units and
now-a-days were some of the women among the best in all
ODAs. The group was led by a 1LT and Shane turned to him:
"Lieutenant, we head down to Aeran. I suspect Commander
Summers, Major Liev and a civilian child to be in a possible
dangerous situation. We have to proceed with caution but
quick none-the-less.

The ODA leader seemed not to be surprised about a civilian
to command him … he was most probably already told about
whom to expect. He nodded but added: "May I suggest you
stay on board the station, sir? In a possible hostile
situation you could get hurt or worse"

Shane shrugged and replied: "Well, that's always the
risk. I'll come along none-the-less"

The 1LT insisted: "Sir, I strongly recommend you staying
on board. If I may be so bold to say so, you could endanger
this mission. My man are trained for ground combat
operations, you're not, with all respect, sir".

Shane shook his head: "Nonsense, Lieutenant. I served as
XO under General Bretam long enough to learn how things go
and led ODA teams in missions when you were still in a boot
camp. My orders are clear, proceed Lieutenant!"

The 1LT only shrugged and called: "Team, prepare for
action. All hands to the transporter pads!"

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

Commodore Shane Guzman
CO, 1st TF, SSF Command
CO, SB 234: UNITY

[USS Chimera] SD:240904.25 || Chimera - Hermes JL ||

[Grand Banks - Erassian Space - USS Chimera-C]

Slowly, at a speed half the speed of light, the large silvery saucer of the acclaimed USS Chimera NCC 96899-C cut through the nebulous yellow fog of the famed Grand Banks Nebula. Surrounding the ship were massive electric storms firing bolts of lighting the length of solar systems across light years of space. The nebula was a haven of these ion storms and deadly radiation - deadly enough to boil the blood of the Chimera's crew within one minute of exposure in several parts.

Luckily, the data obtained through Marine Captain Xerxes use of the Erassian treasury satellite kept the Chimera safely away from those areas. But one would be wise to keep in mind the possibilities of danger that could arise - at least in an effort to prepare for that improbable, but possible, outcome.

Captain Cropa Rojac had ordered the Medical Department to be on stand-by incase such an occasion did occur. Commander Trzetrzelewska ordered engineering to station damage control teams at the shield emitters as a first line of defense, and Rojac agreed. If the shields went down, most of medical's efforts would be futile. 

"Anything on sensors yet, Commander?" Rojac called from the command chair.

"Only dust, radiation, and high levels of electrical activity, Captain." Ra-Zerphimi, the Chief Science Officer reported. "I can't get clear readings any further than 580 km ahead."

Rojac grimaced. "Helm, adjust speed to quarter impulse. We don't need to run into anything while our eyes are closed."

"Aye sir." Rayna Dior called over her shoulder as her slender fingers slid down the throttle controls. Rojac could "feel" the lurch caused by the slowing of movement on the viewscreen. "Speed adjusted. ETA to navpoint 3 in 45 minutes."

Rojac looked over to the Mission Specialist chair to his left, occupied by Marine Captain Xerxes. "No records of any of the second fleet transiting through here yet?"

"No Captain but then there wouldn't be records of military movements kept in a civilian database.  It sort of defeats the point of having a fleet of stealth ships if everybody knows where they are...only Starfleet would think of that as a good thing.  Besides when they're ready they'll show where they are, of course they wont show their entire hand in one go."  Anya replied in an even tone. 

"Captain!" Ra-Zerphimi shouted from his post. "I reading a ship off our starboard bow. The transponder registry database confirms it as the EAS Hermes."

"He always knew how to make an entrance." Rojac whispered to Xerxes as he stood up. "Open a channel."

Anya had to agree, only Viktor would sneak up on a state of the art Starfleet capital ship in a Carrier of all things which was the least stealthy craft in the entire Erassian Alliance Military.

When the communications officers nodded the channel was open, Rojac addressed the viewscreen in his best Starfleet voice: "Erassian Vessel, I am Captain Cropa Rojac of the USS Chimera, accompanied by the USS Eagle of Starfleet Special Forces' First Taskforce. We are here on a mission of peaceful negotiation, and we seek an audience with General Viktor Ivanov. Please respond."

Rojac paused for what seemed like an eternity, before the reply finally flickered onto the view-screen before him.

Viktor stood next to a shorter blonde woman wearing a Colonel's rank insignia.  Viktor as most times looked amused wheras the woman who it took Anya only a split second to recognize as Colonel Serena Anios looked pissed off as usual.  "You and I may differ on what constitutes a peaceful mission Captain." Viktor spoke.  "Usually it doesn't begin with 'After berating our only allies for defending themselves against the threat of mass genocide we demanded unrestricted access to all their territory including the highly sensitive seat of power.  Upon the innevitable decline of this request we went with the diplomatic option of sending four highly armed combat vessels into our allies' territory anyway.'  I think thats what I call Guzman pounding wardrums."

"The body within Starfleet that you have had most contact with is the Special Forces First Taskforce, and we don't have many non-combat vessels. We were chosen not to be a threat force gaining entrance into your territory, General, but as a familiar entity to facilitate negotiation. I believe your history with the USS Chimera no doubt plays more than a minor role in our assignment here." Rojac responded, cooly. "In response to the Narendra Dispute, I do not blame the actions of your government. But part of our objective here is too help the strained relations between our governments through cooperation. I assure you, General, not as a Starfleet Captain, but as a former comrade: we just want to talk."

"Starfleet requires four ships just to talk?  Administration may be a bit of an issue in Starfleet I think."  The blond woman said.  "Remember Captain that negotiations don't consist of stating your demands over and over again.  Something you may wish to pass on to your boss."

"Wow Colonel Anios cracks a joke.  Where are the four men on horses?"  Anya replied.  "Besides Commodore Guzman's attitude to the Alliance is well known which was why it only took one complaint into Major General Kira's Office for us to have Ambassador Ayanami granted travel privileges with us for this mission." 

Anios replied "I see Captain Xerxes still doesn't watch her tongue..."

"That's because I don't stick my tongue into the same sorts of places you use yours Colonel!" Anya cut in acidly.

Viktor chuckled "Well some things never change anyway.  If we really must soil the day with idle diplomatic chit chat you may as well bring a shuttle over here although I would prefer Ambassador Ayanami fly her Bowfighter over here.  It's not exactly ideal having it lie around in a Starfleet shuttle bay as I'm sure you can appreciate.  Say fifteen minutes?"


"The Ambassador may do as she wishes. My orders carry very little weight with her." Rojac replied. "And I'm sure once our conversation gets started, Colonel Anios, you'll understand why we've sent four armed ships. In fact, I think you'll agree as to why. We will be over in half an hour, General."

"Very well Captain Rojac we'll see you then.  I look forward to a detailed explanation of your presence.  Ivanov out." The image disappeared leaving only the external view.

As the transmission ended Rojac quickly turned to MCap Xerxes and addressed her in a harsh tone, "Captain, in the future I will ask that you keep inflammatory comments to yourself - despite whatever personal relationships you have with the crew present on the Hermes. You are representing the Chimera and myself and I don't appreciate looking like a damned fool in front of a flag officer of any kind."

"I'm not sure exactly what you considered to be inflammatory Captain but I'll endeavor to avoid it in future."  Anya thought it was probably the discourse between herself and Serena but in reality it wasn't as hostile as it seemed.  Three years ago during the war Serena then a Major was Anya's Wing Commander and Anya had acted as a wing man for her during a number of engagements.

"Report to Main Shuttlebay in fifteen minutes." Rojac turned to the communations officer,"And have the rest of the Away Team do the same. Natalia, you have the bridge."

"Sir" Anya nodded and exited the Bridge planning to head straight to the main shuttlebay and start prepping the shuttle right away.

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End Log
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Captain Cropa Rojac
CO
USS Chimera - C

Marine Captain Anya Xerxes
Flight Ops CO
USS Chimera - C

Lieutenant Rayna Dior (NPC Rojac)
Helm Officer
USS Chimera - C

General Viktor Ivanov (NPC Ixus)
Erassian Alliance 2nd Fleet CO
EAS Hermes

Colonel Serena Anios (NPC Ixus)
CO
EAS Hermes

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[USS Chimera] SD: 240804.24 Joint Duty Log Lt.Nanee Quiocho,DCMO & Cdt.Pamela Brock,AMO

 

 

-=-/-\-=- USS Chimera -=-/-\-=-

-=-/-\-=- Main Sickbay -=-/-\-=-

 

 

    Pamela was inside the main sickbay, cataloging different supplies.  She looked at her chronometer and her padd and discovered that she had a physical with one of the new cadets that came aboard the Chimera.  She put down the task at hand and went to go administer the physical.  About an hour later, she was done and documented that the physical was complete and the crewman was fit for duty.  She went back to her supplies and noticed that they were needing some different antibiotics and radiation medicine.

 

    Nanee was making her rounds.  She had finished on filing the last stack of physical padds that was handed her way, but now she needed to double check on their instruments.  She needed to get readings herself on the machines, biobeds, and even their tricorders to see if they were experiencing any malfunctions and whether or not they were, she would need to log every bit of information as she could one way or the other.  She was hurrying so quickly by with her handheld reader she didn't notice the Assistant Medical Officer at work.

 

 Pamela noticed that her boss was very busy at work and decided to see if she could help out in any way.

"Ma'am, would you like some help with anything," Pamela asked.

 

    Nanee looked around bewildered to where that voice was coming from.  She looked over her right shoulder and notice the Assistant Medical Officer.  Nanee had looked over people's bios to help her learn names, however, she was still trying to put the names with the faces.  "Umm... Yes, I could use some help.  I don't think we've officially met I'm Lieutenant Nanee Quiocho and you are?"  She was really trying hard to think of the name.  This face really did look familiar when she was thinking back to that time when she went over the bios in her office.

 

"Um, I am Cadet Pamela Brock. I am the new Assistant Medical Officer around. It is nice to meet you. What would you like me to do?" Pamela asked.

 

    Nanee looked around.  She had lost her train of thought.  Adrenaline was running so wildly through her body she really couldn't think effectively at the moment.  "Umm... good question..."  {Oh, come on! What was I doing?} she thought to herself, {You're making yourself look like an idiot}.  "Well, I still need to check everyone's tricorders and I still need to check our instruments for radiation with this reader", she lifted the handheld reader she had in her hand to indicate what she was talking about.

 

"Well, okay. I will get started right after I complete this physical if that is okay with you?" Pamela said and put the assignment into her PADD. "Sorry to say something, but are you okay? You seem nervous. I hope that I did not cause that as many people are nervous around me," Pamela said and looked up expectantly to her boss and waited patiently for an answer.

 

    Nanee was surprised a little bit that the AMO had asked of her well being then again, she was acting bewildered.  "Oh, I am fine thank you.  I just worry so much about getting the job done perfectly.  I'm sure you fully understand that".  Nanee paused for a few seconds.  "Oh, yes.  Please go finish that physical.  We should really get everyone on records first".

 

    Pamela looked at her boss for a second and decided that she was telling the truth. "Well... If you are sure. I do understand completely the fact of getting the job done perfectly. Give me about 30 minutes to complete this physical and I will do the other tasks in which you wish for me to do." Pamela stated and looked over her shoulder. She went on to find her patient and her patience.

 

 

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

 

 

Lieutenant Nanee Quiocho

Deputy Chief Medical Officer

USS Chimera

 

&

 

Cadet Pamela Brock
Assistant Medical Officer
USS Chimera

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[USS Chimera] SD 2400409.24. SB Unity. Personal Log: Commander Summers/ Martin Guzman

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*** Romulan Shuttle * Location unknown ***

The hours passed slowly for Rangi and Martin in their
little prison of a room with no view port to gaze through
and nothing to entertain.
They ate now and then but even the novelty of choosing
'finger foods' began to wear off.They played word games and
number games and sang interactive songs and for the most
part remained in good spirits.

Rangi was certain that they were monitored for it seemed
unlikely that they would be ignored totally although noone
came near to check on them.

After a lengthy singing of 'Old MacDonalds Farm' to which
they introduced many unusual animals to compliment the
traditional ones, Martin was laughing long and loud at
Rangis impersonation of a Ba'ku Llama when the door behind
her slid open.
Martins laughter froze in an instant and Rangi turned
quickly to see two Romulan men standing in the doorway with
a third behind them outside in the corridor.

"You!" the nearest one said, looking at Rangi "...sit."

They were dressed in casual clothes but carried disruptor
pistols and it did not take much intelligence to see that
they were not making a social call.
Martin hurried to her side and she placed a hand on the
little boys shoulders, edging back as the men moved forward.
They looked menacing but Rangis attention was drawn to the
third man who now entered the room too. He carried not a
pistol but a hypospray.

"What do you want?" she asked, fearing what might happen
next.

"I told you to sit." the first Romulan replied. " We're not
here to answer your questions. Do as you're told"
He pushed her shoulder roughly, causing her to stumble and
she put out a hand to save herself as she fell back towards
the bed.

The man with the hypospray said something in Romulan and the
second man reached out and grabbed hold of Martins arm.
"Nooooo!" the little boy shouted, trying to struggle free.

" Leave him alone" Rangi cried beginning to stand.

"Sit when I tell you!" the man roared and struck her across
the face with his hand. It was a stinging blow that caused
her to cry in pain and raise her hand to her face as she
gasped in a breath, shaken by the suddeness of his action.

Martin was fighting like a wild thing, kicking and screaming
resistance, finally twisting round and sinking his teeth
into the mans hand.

"Why you little dog..." The Romulan who had struck Rangi now
turned his attention to the child, hoisting him into the air
by one arm.

"Please! ..please.." Rangi cried but he had already flung
the boy across the small room and Martin hit the wall just
below the replicator, with a sickening thud and fell to the
floor in a heap.

The man spun round pointing the pistol at Rangis head.
"Don't even think of getting up." he growled in a low voice,
then after a second aimed the gun back at Martin "...or he
will not take his next breath."

"Please don't hurt him..please don't." Rangi shook her head,
her eyes filled with tears. She had never felt so helpless
or so frightened.

" M'eak...enough."
The third Romulan spoke with some authority and Rangis
aggressor lowered the pistol, although somewhat grudgingly.

"Please..don't hurt him." Rangi focussed her attention on
the man who had spoken, though her own voice was now
breaking. "...he's just a little boy."

"We are not going to harm you." he replied with a touch of
impatience and turning to look towards Martin added " Go and
pick him up."

Rangi needed no second bidding and scrambled from the bed to
where Martin lay whimpering on the floor. He began to sit up
as she knelt beside him.
" Martin." she whispered seeing the angry bruise already
forming on his forehead from where he had hit the wall. She
gently smoothed back his hair and helped him to stand. He
was pale and shaken but did not cry.

"Bring him here." the man ordered but Rangi was not prepared
to give up her son so easily.

" What are going to do?" she asked " What's in that?" Her
eyes dropped to the hypospray in his hand as she asked the
question.

He sighed, impatience growing. " It is merely a mild
sedative." he said dimissively. " We are taking you off the
shuttle."

Rangi stared at him, unsure whether or not to believe him.
She did not trust any of them and yet, she told herself,
Harker had gone to great lengths to capture them and they
had not, until now, been harmed.
There was no chance of resisting them and as she glanced
quickly at M'eak, she knew that by trying to do so, she
might herself be the cause of their demise..

"Bring him." The Romulan repeated as though he had been able
to read her thoughts.

She slowly got to her feet and bent to pick Martin up.
"It's alright.I'm here." she said, feeling as though she
betrayed his trust but there was no alternative and she
walked slowly back to her place on the bed, passing M'eak
who gave a sly grin as she did so.

She sat down with Martin on her knee and he buried his face
in her shoulder so that he could not see these horrid people
who had hurt him and his mother.
Rangi held him close as the hypospray was pressed against
his neck and a dose of 'who knew what' was administered. In
a moment, it was against her own neck and she felt the cold
sting of the medication.

The Romulans said something she couldnt understand and she
felt Martin grow heavy in her arms and looked down at him.
His fingers had loosened thier grip of her blouse and she
felt her own hands growing weaker so that holding him
suddenly seemed impossible.The room was beginning to spin
very gently and tilt to one side. She tried to move but was
too unsteady and her eyes wouldnt stay open. Martin grew in
and out focus but was somehow gone from her arms.
Then she was floating and someone was speaking from a long
distance away. She saw colours and bright lights then there
was a rushing noise in her ears and after that she knew
nothing more.
*** End log ***

Commander Rangi Summers
Med Adv 1st TF
CMO SB Unity
&
Martin Guzman
( npc) Rangi
&
Romulans
(npcs) Rangi

[USS Chimera] SD 240904.23 || V'Tar Offensive || Task Group Beta || Captain Tedros Chisulo ||

[V'Tar IV - V'Tar System]

The streaks of stars slammed into pinpoints as the USS Detector dropped out of warp, outside the asteroid belt between the gaseous V'Tar IV and the frigid iron ore wasteland of V'Tar III. It was a distance from the Romulan fleet at V'Tar II, where the Romulans had unleashed their deadly thalaron weapon on countless civilian lives, but it was the best point of entry if one desired stealth. The asteroids in the belt, though consisting largeley of silicate compounds, was heavily laden with sensor blocking bilitirum. The detector, and most of the fleet, could cloak well enough to avoid detection without the use of the asteroids - but the hert and blood of the operation, the carrier USS Hindenberg, was without such protection. It was much too large for any cloak to cover.

The blue lights stilled burned over CHisulo's command chair, signallign that the cloak was still operational. He turned to the sciece officer wearing a LtJG rank on his collar, "Give me a system scan, Lieutenant. Passive."

"Aye, sir." The thinly built, pale human responded. To Chisulo, he looked fresh out of the academy - and scared out of his wits. "I'm reading multiple warp signatures leading in and out of the area of V'Tar III. Scans are conclusive with Romulan singularity drives.  There's still residual levels of thalaron radiation - but nothing the defelctors can't handle." He paused for a moment. "Wait - I'm also picking up something rahter strange: tachyon emmissions. In very high levels."

"Incoming hail." The tactical officer called from his station starboard of the helm console. "Captain Daniels of the Yamato."

"On screen." Chisulo replied smoothly.

The grey-haired visage of Captain Daniels appeared on the screen, the vivid scar along the side of his face showingly prominently under his bridge lights. "Are you reading what we're getting, Captain Chisulo?"

"Yes, Captain Daniels."

"It's reminds me of a dmaned Cardassian trick they used during the Dominion War. They'd set up tachyon emitters to disrupt warp travel within a sector to prevent the enemy from advancing too far."

The science officer spoke up. "Reading would concur with that theory, sir. Our warp bubble would collapse as soon as we passed V'Tar III."

"Can you pinpoint it's origin?" Chisulo asked.

"It may take a while. Two hours at least." The wiry lieutenant responded.

"Wherever it is," Daniels said, "there has to be a guard nearby, to control the emitter for their own warp tranist if for anything else."

"Which means if we're going to send in fighters, we need to have that emitter down so that we can back them up." Chisulo said quietly. "Daniels, signal the Hindenberg and have her set up inside the belt. You'll be her escort."

"Aye sir." Daniels nodded, and ended the transmission.

"Signal the Darkstrom, have her travel to V'Tar III and search for that emitter. Tell Vrashnel not to engage, recon only."

"Aye sir." The operations officer replied. "Transmitting now."

Chisulo stood. "I'll be in the Ready Room, Lieutenant Jackson," he turned to the intelligence officer at the situation table near the rear of the bridge - the same Jackson with him at Narendra, "you have the bridge."

"Aye sir." Jackson replied in his thick lousianan accent. "I'll keep ya' posted, sir."

[End Log]

Captain Tedros Chisulo
SSF 1TF Tactical Advior
CO - Task Group Beta

[USS Chimera] [SB 234: UNITY] SD 240904.23 Duty Log, Commo. Shane Guzman

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======Shane's office, Fleet level area, SB
234: UNITY ======

"No, Admiral, you can't keep them" Shane said somewhat
agitated. This conversation was going on for quarter an hour
already and they seemed not to be able to make a point.

"Don't tell me what I can or can't do, Commodore"
Rear Admiral LaGrand replied in with a raised voice. "I
damn outrank you and those pirates were caught by my ship.
So it's my very damn right to confiscate their ship and
lock them in my smallest brig!"

The issue both man were so agitated about was piracy. Like
in many conflicts around the galaxy, even this
Romulan/Federation/Erassian war attracted many lets say …
less civilized individuals. Mercenaries, thieves, burglars,
soldiers of fortune, bounty hunters and pirates of all kind
… from ship wreck breakers up to real pirates, all of them
were more or less present in the sector.

Just few hours ago a pirate ship attacked a civilian
transporter in the open space, but luckily for the civvie
ship, there was a Starfleet ship under cloak passing nearby.
It was LaGrand's ship and the pirate ship was no match for
a sovereign class Starfleet cruiser. LaGrand crippled the
pirate ship and took the pirate crew, 30 individuals of
various races, into custody. Report about this accident was
send to the UNITY and UNITY's JAG department immediately
send a request of transferring the pirates to the UNITY for
standing a trial.

From the history course Shane remembered that back in the
early 21st century there was a brief period of piracy in the
Indian Ocean back on Earth where a jurisdiction and law
problem made it nearly impossible to deal with the pirates.
Law system of many of the countries of Earth's 21st
century countries had little to none legislative dealing
with piracy outside their territorial waters and most of the
pirate raids happened in the high waters of Somalia – a
country that was for long years in decay, with no official
government.

He was glad that Starfleet had strong legislative regarding
piracy and this sector was well within Federation territory
and jurisdiction. Acts of piracy were well within Starfleet
power to deal with, but there seemed to be quite a dispute
(between the two flag officers present) WHO exactly was the
right one to deal with the pirate guys.

"I am not telling you what to do, Admiral" Shane replied
somewhat angrily, "but this sector is under Special Forces
jurisdiction and under command of SSF 1st Task Force. You
are neighter Special Forces officer, nor the CO of the 1st
Task Force. I am the one holding that office and I say that
the prisoners NEED to be transferred to the UNITY to stand a
regular trial. Until declared guilty, they can't be
imprisoned … only taken into custody.

====== 20 minutes later ======

LaGrand grunted: "All right then, send a ship to pick them
up, but be assured that I will bring this issue to Starfleet
Command as a complaint" With that, LaGrand slammed his
console and ended the connection.

Shane leaned back in his seat and sighed. LaGrand was a
complicated person. He was a fine strategist and performed
well as a fleet leader, but sometimes took things
personally, like every issue not going according his will
was a personal attack.

Finally the conversation was over (even if not all settled),
but Shane was finally free to leave his office for the short
holiday break they've planned with Rangi. There
'should' be a window of a few days with less stress and
issues to address … and Shane wanted to use them, before
the first reports from Bren's or Chisulo's task force
will arrive.

Rangi and he prepared a nice trip to the Azure see … for
fishing and bathing and generally enjoying free time. Shane
knew that little Martin was particularly thrilled for the
holiday and he was all decided to make it up for the time he
already wasted … since Rangi and Martin should already be
on Aeran.

Leaving his office, Shane needed little time to arrive in
their quarters. As expected, Rangi and Martin were already
gone. Not wasting time with a shower, Shane quickly changed
cloth into civilian one, feeling rather strange without his
uniform. Taking a shoulder bag with him, he was prepared to
leave, when he noticed a message on a private channel for
him. It was Rangi saying: ""Hello darling. The
communication officer told me there's a malfunction and but
don't worry, we're fine...no problems. I hope it won't
delay you too long. The place is absolutely lovely. I'm so
glad we decided on the sea instead of the mountains. We'll
see you soon.... Love you."

Shane nodded to himself. None reported to him about a
malfunction yet, but still there were others to take care
about malfunctions. The point was that both Rangi and Martin
were all right and enjoyed the sea. {Hmm} Shane thought,
{when did we talk about mountains?} he asked himself.
Shrugging he dismissed the thought and left the quarters.

His four marine guards joined him and the entire group
walked towards one of the transporter rooms in the fleet
level area. Shane was not using public ones cause the
security risk … it was far more easy to attack the SSF 1st
TF CO in a public area then on the fleet level and to be
honest … the public transporter rooms were a bit off hand.

There was a bit of a confrontation with Shane's security
detail chief, who was very unhappy about the Commodore
leaving the station without any security escort, but Shane
expressed himself VERY clearly about rank and orders. His
four guards stayed in the transporter room while Shane
walked over to the transporter platform. He was about to ask
the Transportation chief to energize, when a call
interrupted him …

+TAPS+ Lieutenant Pakosii to Commodore Guzman +

Shane sighed. His comm. Badge was in his pocket since he
could not leave the station without a way to reach him
quickly in a case of emergency. He pulled it out and tapped
it.

+TAPS+ Guzman here. What's so urgent Lieutenant? +

+TAPS+ I am sorry to interrupt your leave, sir, but there
has been an accident in a public transporter room +

+TAPS+ Is security there? + Shane asked.

+TAPS+ Yes, sir. But the issue is that it's the
transporter room from where Commander Summers and your son
beamed to the planet. +

+TAPS+ I see, but Rangi contacted me saying that they are
all right +

+TAPS+ It's a bit strange, sir, cause there are a lot of
wounded there and the transporter chief was found dead, shot
by a phaser and according the logs, Commander Summers and
your son beamed AFTER the accident +

Shane's internal alarm went red. Rangi would not leave
with unattended injured nearby and another question was WHO
beamed them down when the transporter chief was dead?

Shane tapped his badge: +TAPS+ Guzman to Summers +

No reply.

+TAPS+ Guzman to Summers +

No reply.

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

Commodore Shane Guzman
CO, SSF 1st Task Force
CO, SB 234: UNITY

[USS Chimera] 240904.23, [SHIPYARD] Duty Log, Cdr Rick Rodgers

=Tarangor/Aeran Shipyard=
=Aeran System=

Rick stood at the large window looking out at the drydock with a number of other shipyard workers. The first completed Lancer was ready to leave the drydock, to be flown by a pilot on loan from the starbase. The second Lancer could be seen already well under construction.
 
"If you don't mind me saying so, you look like crap," Jo Weathersby said as she moved into position next to Rick.
 
"You not have you own ship to take care of?" Rick asked.
 
"Qashqai is in excellent condition. She has an excellent chief engineer," Jo replied. "Anyhow, you do look like crap this morning."
 
"I had rough night," Rick admitted.
 
"You and you wife up all night, were you," Jo said with a wicked grin.
 
"None of your damn business," Rick said. "And how I look look crap?"
 
Jo turned to face Rick.
 
"I don't know. You look a little pale. More pale than normal."
 
"Like I said, I had rough night. Now, let get Lancer underway. Lieutenant Proietti, have Lancer pilot to take ship out of my drydock."
 
"Aye, sir."
 
"What, no bottle of champaign?" Jo asked.
 
"You already jinxed one ship. We not want to jinx one of few Lancers we may be able to build this month."
 
"That was not my fault. I didn't jinx the Detector. There's nothing wrong with the Detector. The Detector is not jinxed."
 
"If you say so," Rick said, holding back a grin as the pilot gracefully flew the Lancer out of the drydock and to one of UNITY's hangers where minor work would be done before the first test flights began in a day or so.
 
"Well, that was ... I don't know, what's the work I'm looking for ... ah, yes ... boring," Jo said before she walked away. "I should have stayed on the Qashqai."
 
Rick watched Jo leave before he walked up to Proietti.
 
"Lieutenant, what status of material search?" Rick asked.
 
"Commander Utley and myself managed to come up with enough to build an additional three, maybe four Lancers. That is if we don't need those materials to repair any damaged ships that might need our services."
 
"Wonderful," Rick said. "That make 11, maybe 12. At least we be able work into next week. Hopefully by then, another shipment will arrive."
 
"I wouldn't hold my breath," the lieutenant said.
 
"Nor would I," Rick replied.
 
 
Commander Rick Rodgers
Assistant Engineering Officer
Starbase UNITY
 
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[USS Chimera] 240904.22 NPC Duty Log, Capt Trent Rodgers

=Captain's Ready Room=
=U.S.S. Lancelot=
 
Four weeks earlier …
 
Captain Trent Rodgers sat quietly in his ready room with his guitar in hand.  Minutes earlier, he had been going over tactical and logistical reports from the surrounding sectors. Because of the loss of the command ship Quattlebaum and her commanding officer less than a month ago, he had been given temporary command of the small task force manning this area of the front. It was a command he had not sought, and looked forward to the day Starfleet found a suitable replacement.
 
Anyhow, after looking over the reports, they seem to become repetitious. Romulan ships would appear out of nowhere, attack either a ship, outpost or planet, then disappear before reinforcements arrived. It was one of those raids, a massive one, that led to the loss of the Quattlebaum.  The reports had become so repetitious that he needed a break. So, he sat with his guitar, which he found relaxing. But he was unable to play anything. He just wasn't inspired at the moment. He placed the guitar to the side and sat back in his chair.
 
+tap+ "Bridge to Captain Rodgers."
 
+tap+ "Rodgers here."
 
+tap+ "Sir, we're receiving a distress signal from the freighter Windsor Peace. They say they are under attack."
 
+tap+ "Who's the nearest ship?"
 
+tap+ "We are. We're six minutes out."
 
+tap+ "Lay in a course at maximum warp. I'm on my way."
 
'Here we go again,' Trent thought as he stood and quickly walked out to the bridge.
 
"Sir, the Walker and the Malta have confirmed they have received the distress signal and they are at least 25 minutes away," Lalya Jalann said as she stood from the captain's chair and moved over to the XO seat.
 
"Understood. So, it's up to us," Trent said. "Any idea what we're dealing with."
 
"The Windsor says that it's just one D'deridex class warbird," the chief tactical officer replied.
 
"Well, where there's one warbird, there's usually three or four more," Trent muttered, finally talking a seat.
 
Just before the Lancelot was to arrive and assist …
 
"Sir, we've just lost contact with the Windsor."
 
The Lancelot dropped out of warp, only to be greeted by a debris field.
 
"Damn it!" Trent slammed his fist on his arm rest. "Any life pods."
 
"No, sir."
 
"Sir, we have the Romulan ship on sensors."
 
"She hasn't cloaked, yet?" the Bajorian XO asked.
 
"No, sir. There seems to be some damage to her cloaking device. Apparently the Windsor was better armed than most freighters. The warbird, though, has gone to warp."
 
"Lay in a pursuit course," Trent ordered.
 
"Aye, sir."
 
"Inform the Walker and Malta to also intercept."
 
"Aye, sir."
 
After several minutes of chasing the warbird, the Lancelot caught up with the slower vessel.
 
"Fire at her engines," Trent ordered. "We don't want her to flee into Romulan space."
 
The Lancelot fired her weapons and both ships dropped out of warp. A battle followed, but the Lancelot was able to get in a few lucky strikes and the warbird exploded. Just as Trent was about to congratulate his bridge crew, all hell broke loose.
 
"Sir! Three more war birds have decloaked off our starboard side!"
 
To bring the point home, the Lancelot was hit with a hail of disruptor fire.
 
"I hate always being right," Trent muttered. "Return fire and get us the hell out of here!"
 
"Captain, engineering reports that the warp drive has been knocked offline!"
 
"Tell Mr. Santos to get it back online," Trent said.
 
"Aye, sir."
 
"Evasive maneuvers, Mr. Shuite," Trent ordered his chief helm officer. "We need to give Santos time to get that warp drive back up and running."
 
"Sir, shields down to 44 percent and dropping fast," the chief tactical officer said.
 
"Throw all reserve power into the shields," Trent said.
 
The fight continued as the Katana-B class ship tried to fight off the three warbirds the best she could. They managed to even severely damage one of them, but the numbers were too great.
 
"Engineering has been hit."
 
"We have hull breaches on decks eight and nine!"
 
"We've lost shields!
 
"We're losing impulse drive!"
 
The Lancelot had been able to perform miracles before, but Trent didn't see one happening now.
 
"Abandon ship," Trent reluctantly ordered as smoke and sparks and small fires filled the bridge, along with a couple of dead crewmen.
 
"All hands, abandon ship. All hands, abandon ship," Jalann said over the ship wide comm system.
 
Trent remained seated as the rest of the bridge crew fled to nearby escape pod.
 
Jalann turned back and looked at Trent.
 
"You're not thinking about going down with the ship, are you?" she asked.
 
Trent allowed a slight grin to cross his face.
 
"No, commander," the captain said as he pulled himself out of his chair. "I have no intention of going down with my ship."
 
"Good," was all that she said. "Lets get to your yacht."
 
"Wait!" Trent said as he walked through the debris on the bridge and disappeared into his ready room. He returned, holding his guitar.
 
Jalann gave him a puzzled look.
 
"I lost my favorite guitar when the Archer was destroyed," Trent explained. "I have no intention in losing this one."
 
The XO shook her head as they departed the bridge.
 
As the pods shot away from the Lancelot, two more ships appeared on the scene … the Walker and Malta. They opened fire on the warbirds, destroying the severely damaged one and forcing the remaining two to flee. The captain's yacht just cleared the Lancelot when explosions began to rattle the saucer section before whole ship went up in a big bang.
 
Trent shook his head as he looked out of the window at what remained of his ship.
 
"Captain," Jalann said. "Captain … captain …"
 
 
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
 

"Captain? Captain?"
 
Trent was in deep thought when he shook away the fog and looked up. He was no longer in the Lancelot captain's yacht. Instead, he was in a waiting room. A young lieutenant looked down at him.
 
"Yes, lieutenant," Trent finally replied.
 
"Sir, the admiral will see you now."
 
Trent nodded, "Thanks."
 
Moments later, he entered Leland Jefferson's spacious office and saw the older man standing behind his desk. The admiral quickly walked around to greet Trent.
 
"Captain, it's good to see you again," Jefferson said, shaking Trent's hand. "How's your family doing?"
 
"They're doing well."
 
"How's your new son?"
 
Sarah gave birth to Gregory a week ago.
 
"He's doing just fine. Sarah and I, though … well."
 
"Crying all hours of the night, huh?" Leland smiled.
 
"No, just most hours of the night."
 
Leland laughed, offering Trent a seat and a drink.
 
"Sir, I know you didn't call me in to talk about Sarah and the children," Trent said.
 
"No, captain, I didn't," Leland handed Trent a drink and returned to his seat behind his desk. "I know you have more time off coming to you with the loss of the Lancelot and everything, but I have an assignment for you."
 
"I was under the assumption that I was going to resume my old duties as chief of security for the council."
 
"You know what they say about assuming, captain. Anyhow, Major Han is doing an excellent job running security at the Federation Council. No, captain, I have something else in mind."
 
"A new ship?"
 
"No. Not quite. What do you know of the First Special Forces Task Force?"
 
"A little. The Lancelot worked with some of their ships on joint missions."
 
"What about their commanding officer, Commodore Shane Guzman?"
 
"I've met him a few times. He was my brother's CO on the Chimera and is his CO now. He was also at his wedding."
 
"What do you think of the him?"
 
"Well, he's my brother, so I …"
 
"No, captain. What do you think of Guzman?" Leland interrupted.
 
"He seems to be a good enough officer. My brother always thought so. What's with the questions, admiral?"
 
"Captain, the First Task Force has been without an executive officer for a few weeks now. Since you have a strong security and tactical background, and with your command experience, I believe you would be the perfect choice to fill that job."
 
"Sir, with all due respect, I …"
 
"Captain, I'm not offering you anything. I'm ordering you to Starbase UNITY. We are in the middle of a war, after all."
 
"I understand, sir," Trent really wanted to say, 'go to hell, admiral', but kept his cool. He still gave the admiral a cold stare.
 
"Trent, I apologize for being abrupt with you. But I don't have time to hold a job search. You are the only experienced officer I have, and who knows what the hell he's doing that doesn't have a current assignment."
 
Trent nodded, "Again, sir. I understand. Though, I'm certain my wife will not be as understanding."
 
"She can join you later if she wants. They have excellent childcare facilities on UNITY and I'm sure a doctor with her experience would be useful there."
 
"We'll see," Trent said, though he wasn't too fond of the idea of his children leaving the perceived safety of Earth.
 
"Very good. We will head out first thing in the morning."
 
"We?"
 
"I need to get away from Earth for a few days, so I plan on paying UNITY a visit."
 
"Great," Trent muttered.
 
"What was that, captain?"
 
"Nothing sir."
 
"Very well. If you will excuse me, I need to inform Commodore Guzman that's he getting a new XO."
 
Trent walked out of Jefferson's office, not a happy man. Even if he would be reunited with Ricky, he didn't want to be pulled away from his wife and kids again.
 
 
Captain Trent Rodgers
Former Commanding Officer
U.S.S. Lancelot

And
 
Rear Admiral Leland Jefferson (npc by Rick)
Deputy Commanding Officer
Joint Defense Command
 
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[USS Chimera] SD:240904.22, Duty Log LT JG Gustav Kroitzer Act. CEO

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

=/\= Main Engineering =/\=

Gustav was in main engineering trying to get the ships vital systems
ready for the mission into the grand banks, this would be Gustav's
first task as the Chimera's acting CEO as Lt Cmdr Curtis Scardona had
been reassigned to participate on a classified mission.

There were three main systems that needed to be worked on Gustav had
assigned himself with the hardest of the three the warp core and
engines, Ensign Alan walker had been given the task of trying to
strengthen the shields and Ensign Jobes had been tasked with boosting
communication signal strength.

Gustav had appointed Alan as his acting DCEO as he knew that he was a
top class engineer and more importantly he trusted Walker to get the
job done properly, Jobes he wasn't so sure on as he didn't know her
very long when tasked with the modifications to the tachyon emitters
she had performed perfectly although quite slowly but he decided to
give her another job working with the comms systems as she should be
familiar with them.

As Gustav was working on installing extra shielding around the warp
core he remembered asking Capt Xerxes what to expect at the Grand
Banks, what she told him made his head hurt, special anomalies that
would screw with the warp core, massive electrical discharges and more
types of radiation than you could shake a stick at, basically an
engineers nightmare.

A loud bang brought Kroitzer's thoughts back to the present, he turned
around to see one of his cadets laying under a portable shield
emitter, he approached the cadet and lifted the emitter off of him, he
then held out his hand to help the young engineer up "are you alright"

"Fine sir" the cadet replied, "I'm sorry, I slipped and fell backwards
while I was carrying the…"

Gustav held up a hand to stop the cadet from carrying on "It's ok,
accidents happen but be more careful next time, portable shield
emitters aren't cheap… or easy to fix, check that it's undamaged and
put it into place" he asked.

After about 3 hours work all the emitters were in place ready to be
calibrated when his comms badge went off.

+taps+ "Walker to Kroitzer, that's the shields boosted as much as we
can get them, still won't be perfect though".

+taps+ "I understand report back to engineering and write up what
you've done, Kroitzer out".

Another two hours later the calibrations to the added shielding around
the warp core was finished, Gustav decided to take a seat in his
office to start writing his report to the captain about what
modifications had been made for the trip through the Grand Banks when
Jobes sent him the details of what she had done to the comms systems,
a signal gain boost of about 15%, yet again not great but better than
nothing.

He finished up the report and sent it to the Captain Gustav lent back
in his chair and took a deep breath thinking to himself that he could
do with something to eat, as he stood up from his chair he tapped his
badge.

+taps+ "Kroitzer to Hopeler, if your free would you like to meet me in
the mess hall for dinner.

=/\= End Log =/\=

Lt JG Gustav Kroitzer
Act. CEO
USS Chimera - C

[USS Chimera] SD: 240904.22 Joint Personal Log Cdr.Rick Rodgers,AEO & LtCdr.MaiKai Rodgers,Dr.

 

 

 

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

 

 

Mai woke up from her sound sleep.  It was just what she needed.  After all if the 
new baby inside her wasn't making her upset to keep her awake, Rachel was 
up and needed nurturing to get back to sleep.  Mai looked over to one side and 
noticed the sheets were ruffled enough it look like Rick had came home.  Maybe 
she was losing it.  She has been missing her husband a great deal.

 

She slowly made her way out of bed.  Mai was growing paranoid and wanted to 
be cautious as to not make any mistakes.  She walked to the doorway and peered 
back around the bedroom and couldn't seen anything.  She then stepped closer 
back inside the bedroom.  She heard a sound like a muffled voice and turned 
quickly around to one of the corners of the room.  What appeared to be Rick was 
haunched over on the floor.

 

MaiKai moved quickly to his side and dropped to her knees.  She lifted Rick's chin 
up and spoke to him, "Rick...Rick dear...Oh God... Rick... answer me, please?"  
Being a doctor, Mai could tell that he was asleep however, it seemed that 
physically his body seemed to be a bit shaken up and he looked pale.  Rick had 
always said that's what MaiKai looked like when she would get her nightmares.

Rick slowly opened his eyes. He hadn't even remembered when he fell asleep. 
His body was still trembling slightly, but not noticeable, and he had a mild headache.
He also felt a chill.

He looked at Mai.

'Wh ... what?"

"You tell me," Mai arched an eyebrow in questioning as she helped her husband sit

up some.

He vaguely remembered rolling out of bed and crawling to where he was sitting.

"I ... I not know. I gu ... guess I had a bad dream," Rick stuttered. "A really bad 
dream from look of things."

"I guess so," Mai replied still a bit worried, but she backed up some so he could have

some space for a moment.

Rick pulled himself to his feet, but had to lean against the wall. He didn't want 
to worry Mai, especially in her state, but he learned long ago that there were things 
he couldn't keep from her.

"I OK, now. I just ... I not know what happened. I feel ... I feel terrible."

Mai had special medicine for her nightmares that she had to take especially after

having surgery from doctors finding a brain tumor.  She knew this wasn't Rick's case.  

She figured it was just some horrible dream.  about what she didn't know, so what she

could offer him would be minimal.  "Well, I could give you something for your headache
from a hypospray..."

Rick didn't really think he needed any medication. He expected the headache to go

away on its own. Still ...

 

'What could it hurt,' he thought.

 

'OK," he said.

 

Mai left and returned with the medkit that she ALWAYS either a)carried around with

her or b) left in her quarters. 

 

He took a seat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his weary face. When she returned, he

looked up at her.

 

"I never really told you what happened that day, did I?"

 

"Nope," Mai replied automatically.  They both knew which day he was talking about.  

It really didn't need to be discussed further, but really it did.  MaiKai has always felt

as though there were too many things that Rick kept from her after all these years of

being together even though they haven't been married a year yet.  Mai set the medkit

on the bed to the side of Rick and started to open it up to extract the needed

instruments: one hypospray and the medicine which it would contain.

 

Rick paid little notice as Mai applied the hyopspray to Rick's neck. His thoughts were on

that nightmare and the memories it brought to the surface. Horrible memories.

Memories he had tried to forget.

 

"Someday I tell you," Rick said, looking down at the carpet on the floor. "I will tell you

everything. But I not able to now. It just too much for me to handle at this moment.

Let just say I remember everything that happened. Every terrible thing. More than

any person should have to remember."

 

MaiKai knew that what happened to him was paying a toll on him physically and mentally

so she didn't want to say what she first wanted to when he said "Someday I'll tell you"

which was: 'Don't bother'.  Instead all she could do was nod and pack the medkit back

up.  It was also important for her and the new baby that she didn't stress herself out

over every little thing if she could help it.  Mai was approaching three months into her

pregnancy and knew things were just beginning to change for her.

 

Rick stood, still trying to compose himself. He again tried to put up a mental dam on

the memories that continued to pour out at him. He felt a little dizzy, but was able to

regain his focus. He still felt like crap, but the medication was starting to take hold.

 

"I need to be at work by oh eight hundred," he said. "We launching first Lancer at ten,

so I need to make sure all OK."

 

Mai nodded as she took the medkit and placed it closer to her side of the be, but underneath.  She had a feeling she would need to start keeping this close-at-hand and well stocked up.

 

"I'll make us breakfast after I take quick shower," Rick said as he pulled off his T-shirt.

 

"Sounds great," Mai kissed her husband partially as a mean to show she wasn't upset or mad with him or anything.  He thought that a lot concerning her these days.  MaiKai was making all efforts to show that life hasn't changed that much.  They're still as consistent as what could be expected.

 

"By the way, I have regular appointment with Doctor Jacobs today. He may want to

talk to you afterwards."

 

Mai, again, just nodded.  There were days where she understood another doctor's perspective and then again, there were times where Mai thought she knew best for her and her family being a doctor as well.  Needing to be said that Mai didn't always look forward to a second opinion.  Think she sighs as at the thought of having "to go to the doctor's" as well as the next person.  Which reminded her that she has a check up for herself rapidly approaching.

 

 

 

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

 

 

Commander Rick Rodgers

Assistant Engineering Officer

Starbase UNITY

 

&

 

Lieutenant Commander MaiKai Rodgers

Doctor of Pediatrics

Starbase UNITY

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[USS Chimera] SD 240904.21 || Bridge Duty Log || USS Chimera NCC96899-C

[Bridge - Deck One - USS Chimera NCC96899-C]

 
"Captain," Lieutenant Rayna Dior called from the helm station at the fore of the bridge, "we are dropping out of warp at Nav Point 1, just outside the Grand Banks."
 
Captain Cropa Rojac looked up from the armrest console he was reviewing over to his Chief of Science."Mr. Ra-Zerphimi, report."
 
The Efrosian's eyes darted wildly across the readings beneath his thick whie mane. He reported in his usual jovial tone of voice, a trademark of the efrosian people, "The Rapier, Magellan, and Eagle are in formation off our port bow, Captain. I'm picking up thick interference from the stellar activity. Sensors can't penetrate deep within the system. We'll have to move in closer to pick up any Erassian forces."
 
"Communications will be extremely limited in range once we're inside the Grand Banks also.  The entire Nebula is one massive mess of radiation, energy storms and gases you wouldn't want to be breathing.  I'd highly advise against using transporters full stop and shuttles for the most part as the passengers won't arrive as the left.  If you bear with me a moment whilst I negotiate with the local Treasury Satellite for up to date map data for the Straights which are the relatively safe transit routes.  There we go four corporate transit permits with up to date maps and weather reports, a steal at Seventy Million Erassian Pounds billed directly to Starbase Unity's resource account.  Hopefully Commodore Guzman will enjoy the hamper that the Financial Ministry will send out as a thank you for the purchase.  Oh and normally you wouldn't use shields when transiting through the Grand Banks as it attracts energy strikes but we kind of have to use them as Starfleet hulls will be ripped open like a tin can due to how thinly their built so expect them to take a bit of a pounding." Anya said although she hid the grin when mentioning the price of the permits.

"Perhaps if we depolarise the hull plating it might attract less electrical charges," Natalia suggested. "Reese, can you adjust the shield frequency to compensate."

 
"I'll adjust the shields frequency to make sure we don't attract more of the storm than we want." Jade said tapping at her console adjusting the shield frequency knowing that she would have to this constantly which means she was going to be delegating some tasks to the people in the ODCC. "But like Captain Xerxes said we'll be getting some strikes from the storms." Jade added letting the Captain know that there would be no way to completely get through this without any strikes from the storm.

"Do it." Rojac ordered. He then turned around to the eager new cadet at starboard Tactical station. "Cadet, go to yellow alert and raise shields."
 
"Aye sir" replied Archer, we are now at yellow alert and our shields are at maximum efficiency.  Awaiting further orders at your discretion Captain Rojac.

 

Natalia pressed the ship-wide comm button on her and spoke. "All damage control teams, report to standby on shield emitters."

"Sir, incoming hail." The communications officer at one of the auxiliary stations called. "From the Magellan."
 
"On screen." Rojac ordered as he stood to face the viewer.
 
Captain Frederick Mayo's image appeared on the Chimera's viewscreen. 
 
"Captain Rojac, we're ready to take up station outside of the nebula," Mayo said. "We'll keep aggressively scanning the area just in case anyone decided to pay us an unexpected visit."
 
"Acknowledged, Captain Mayo." Rojac replied. "We've just purchased our permits for transit and are preparing to enter the nebula. We'll try and keep in touch once every six hours or so. Communications will be spotty."

 

"Take care in there, Captain," Bren said as he stepped into view from the right side of the screen. "Good luck on your mission and come back in one piece."

 

"Aye." Rojac nodded. "Chimera out." He turned back to his chair and took his seat. "Lieutenant Dior, do you have the flight path?"

 

"Aye sir. The course is plotted and has been forwarded to the Eagle." The young officer reported.

 

"Captain the Eagle is ready to move out." Jade said looking at her console.

 

"Take us in. One half impulse." Rojac ordered.

 

[End Log]

Captain Cropa Rojac

Commanding Officer

Commander Natalia Trzetrzelewska

Executive Officer

Marine Captain Anya Xerxes

Chief of Flight Operations / Mission Specialist

Marine Captain Jade Reese

Chief of Operations

Cadet Jonas Archer

Assistant Tactical Officer

USS Chimera NCC 96899-C SSF 1TF

&

Commander Bren Ohmsford

Task Group Commander / SSF 1TF Sci-Eng Advisor

&

Captain Frederick Mayo

Commanding Officer

USS Magellan SSF 1TF