[USS Chimera] SD 240906.27 Quorum Space . Commander Rangi Summers

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*** Padassa Trading Station * Quorum Space ***

The metal band, fitted tight under Rangis jaw, was making it
difficult for her to breath. The bands restraining her
ankles and wrists were just as tight and made movement
impossible.

The guard who had pushed the trolley forward so that she had
a clear view of the instruments upon it, seemed amused by
her discomfort and although she had at first focused
attention on them and the threat that they held, that had
quickly passed under the need to breath.

The guard stood in front of her and leaned forward, tilting
his head to one side in an exaggerated motion of listening.
" What did you say?" he asked slowly looking at her sideways
on. " Speak up..I cannot hear you."

Rangi could not answer him and he knew it but he merely
sneered at her attempts to gain air.
The second guard moved closer and frowned.
" She's not breathing well" he said in Rhiannsu.

" So?" his companion replied " What of it?..you think she's
here to enjoy herself?"

"You fool." the other guard responded " Do you want her to
die here?..do you want to explain it? She is a valuable
prisoner..more so than the others..are you going to take the
blame when she dies in this chair?"

He didnt wait for an answer but moved quickly forward,
pushing his colleague out of the way and hastily fumbled
with the clasp of the band around her neck until it finally
sprang apart.

Rangis head fell forward and she began coughing and choking
in her efforts to gain enough air, eventually managing to do
so and looking up at her tormentors as her breathing slowed
to normal.

"Poor little creature." the first guard said with false
sympathy.
He reached out and ran a finger along her lower jaw line.

Rangi recoiled from his touch by pressing her head back
against the headrest where it had been only moments before.

" Don't touch me." she warned, feeling the restraints bit
further into her wrists when she tried to move.

" And don't tell me what to do" he responded harshly
gripping her chin in his fingers.

"Khoal !!"

He turned quickly at the same time as the second guard said
his name for there were sounds of running feet outside and
then shouts and the sound of phaser fire.
Both guards headed for the doorway and the one named Khoal
ran out.

Rangi leaned forward as the sounds of fire grew closer but
although she twisted around as best as she could, her view
was limited to the wall.

*** End Log ***

Commander Rangi Summers
Medical Advisor
1st Task Force, SSF
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Romulan npcs (Rangi)

[USS Chimera] || SB 234: UNITY || SD 240906.27 Joint Duty Log, Nicolas Harker & Commo. Shane Guzman

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====== Bridge, USS Qashqai ======

Shane was taken by surprise about the announced call. Harker
was a traitor to the Federation, he was ex-black ops who
defected to the Romulan Empire and was responsible for the
death of several officers under Shane's command. Things
went personal between the two men.

Looking at his OPS officer, Shane said: "Try to track down
the location of this transmission. But be careful not to
give our position away. Is this call routed through
UNITY?"

The ops officer nodded: "Yes, the signal comes from UNITY,
through the security broadband"

Shane nodded. "On screen" he said finally.

"Commodore Guzman," Nicolas greeted his old nemesis with an
insufferable grin. "I hope I have not caught you off-guard."

"Mr. Harker" Shane said, "I can not say that it is a
pleasant surprise, but a surprise is it none-the-less.
What's on your mind?"

"I have something you want, Guzman," Harker replied. He
looked to the side and held out his arm, motion with his
hand for someone to come nearer. A moment later Martin
appeared on the screen. "Come Martin, come say hello to your
daddy. Tell him how much fun we've bee having."

Shane had to stop himself as he was about to burst out in
anger. This man had his son and Rangi most probably as well
in his hand and dared to threat them … maybe worse. He bit
his tongue … and counted till 5 before saying: "Hi,
Martin my boy. Daddy is finally here to bring you home.
Don't worry, everything will be all right". Looking back
at Harker he asked coldly: "So … what do you want,
Harker?"

"Let me make it plain and simple. You want Martin, and I
want you," Nicolas said, getting down to business. "We meet,
you come aboard my ship and Martin goes safely aboard yours.
Once that happens, I'll let Rangi go. She won't be harmed...
too much."

Shane had to bite his tongue once again. It was obvious that
Harker was playing cat and mice with him, trying to make him
act impulsive, playing the "I-have-harmed-your-beloved"
card. "I do not trust you Harker and I will not come on
board your ship. I am stupid enough to meet you somewhere,
but not stupid enough to come on board your ship. What about
meeting on board my ship?"

Harker just laughed. "I've sent you the location of our
rendezvous. It's not encrypted, but only you would recognize
it. You've been there before... in another universe."

Shane looked a bit puzzled for a moment before realizing
what is Harker hinting at. It was several years back during
the X!Chi mission where Shane disappeared through a
multidimensional rift and experienced a life in an alternate
dimension. He returned only hours later … but long years
passed where Shane was. He nodded: "I understand"

"Oh, and tell the good people at Unity that they should
really change their communication codes," he smirked. "It's
getting too easy now." And then the channel closed.

Shane slammed his hand console with his fist and cursed.
Harker played a foul game … but he had all the good cards
in his hands. Shane could do little then obey and play
along. Looking at the message from Harker, Shane fastly
extracted the rendezvous coordinates and passed them to
helm.

"Set the course, maximal warp" he commanded.

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

Nicolas Harker (NPC by Bren)
Ex-SFI black ops

&

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

[USS Chimera] SD240906.19 Personal Log - MCapt COps Jade Reese - "Recovering"

[Personal Quarters, USS Chimera]

After being released from sickbay Jade went straight to her quarters she was still exhausted from dealing with the radiation poisoning from the nebula because of of being half human and half El-Aurian the radiation effected her differently. Luckily the rash was gone but she was still dealing with the side effects of the drugs and the radiation. "Captain sorry to bother you but would it be OK if I stopped by?" Vaughn said trying to micromanage stuff.

Sighing Jade knew that Ops was in good hands with Vaughn but he for most of his career he's been AOps or Deputy COps and hasn't had the opportunity to run his own department. "Sure Vaughn." Jade said sounding tried but knew that Vaughn wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.

"Alright on my way." Vaughn said then cutting the COMM and walking out of the ODCC and to the nearest turbolift with a PADD with what was going on in Cargo Bay 1 with the bio material. Vaughn's real reason for stopping by was to see how the MCapt was doing. Couple of minuets later Vaughn was in front of Jade's quarters he hit the chime and waited to be invited in.

Jade heard the chime but she didn't get up off of the couch that she was laying on, "come in." Jade shouted while still laying on the couch reading over some reports that Vargas had sent up.

The door slid open and Vaughn stepped into Jade's quarters, "ma'am?" Vaughn said not realizing that Jade was laying down on the couch.

"In here Vaughn." Jade said raising her arm up to show that she was on the couch she slowly sat up so it would be a more formal meeting. "How are things in the ODCC today?" Jade asked as Vaughn took a seat in one of the chairs.

"Good." Vaughn said sliding some PADDs over to her, "these are from the last day shift the night shifts reports are being compiled right now." Vaughn said looking at his chief, "I also wanted to come down and see how you're doing?" Vaughn said knowing how she is after serving under her on the USS Quassar.

"I'm fine I just need some time off to recover." Jade said picking up the PADDs and quickly skimming them and smiling, "I see that you've become more comfortable with running the department." Jade said.

Returning the smile, "I'm getting used to it." Vaughn said glad to continue serving under her in the Ops department, "well I'll let you rest some more and also we're heading back to UNITY." Vaughn said glad to be getting away from this nebula it was an Ops nightmare as it was probably the same with all the other departments.

"Alright I should be back to duty by then." Jade said smiling and standing up to walk Vaughn to the door. With that Vaughn headed back to the ridge to take his post while Jade headed back to the couch to get take a little nap and then throughly read the reports.

Marine Captain Jade Reese

Chief Operations Officer

USS Chimera C

&

Lieutenant Daniel Vaughn (NPC)

Deputy Chief of Operations 

USS Chimera C (apb Jade Reese)

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[USS Chimera] SD 240906.26 Duty Log, Lt Gustav Kroitzer, CEO

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

=/\= USS Chimera - Main Engineering =/\=

Gustav was working in main engineering on the custom designed warp
burst missile that Major Xerxes had asked him to design and make, with
everything that has happened lately the missile was put on the back
burner but now with the ship back at unity he could get the order
finished.

He and his team of six engineers were working away on the miniature
warp core that was based on a modernized version of the Phoenixes
design, as it was very simple, easy to construct and make very small
and with some modifications could go to warp five easily.

Everything seemed to be going well, which is quite unusual for the
Chimera, as something usually happens to spoil a nice quite day,
lately mainly Romulans, he was just finishing the final adjustments to
the missile he was working on when an alarm went off in engineering
and the computers voice could be heard all over entire ship.

[Warning warp core breach detected in main engineering…. Evacuate immediately].

Gustav jumped up from where he was working and ran to where there was
a frantic engineer standing, as he approached he yelled out "WHAT F***
IS HAPPENING"

He didn't have time for the frantic man time to answer before Gustav's
com badge went off.

+Mr. Kroitzer, + the Captain's voice shouted through Gustav's com
badge, +what the hell just happened? +

+One of my engineers was working on one of Xerxes Missiles when he
somehow ruptured the antimatter containment+ he said while removing
the cylinder that held the antimatter.

+ Take care of it; I'm on my way. +

Gustav grabbed the engineers com badge and contacted the transporter
room using it.

+Gustav to transporter room lock onto this signal and in 5 seconds
beam it as far away from the ship and station as you possibly can+.

Gustav attached the badge to the cylinder and within a couple of
seconds was enveloped in a shower of blue, and a few seconds after
that where was a mild jolt that could be felt through the ship as a
blast shockwave passed.

Relived that the potential danger to the ship and station had been
averted Gustav turned his attention and anger to the engineer
responsible, Ensign Krebore.

Signaling to the Ensign to follow him to his office Gustav dropped his
normally calm demeanour and let rip "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?"

Surprised at Gustav's rage the half human half cardassian tried to
explain "I… I… I was using the plasma welder to seal up the radiation
shielding when I had accidentally went through the…"

"Stop right there Ensign what were you doing using a plasma welder on
such a sensitive area, any first year cadet knows you would use a to
part welding compound".

"I was just trying to say time… the compound takes hours to finish the
weld" Krebore said trying to defend him self.

"And at the same time you both the ship and the station in danger,
just to save a couple of hours".

Walking away and taking a beep breath to try to calm down Gustav
started speaking again "I'm afraid I'm going to have to put you on 3
weeks suspension and also have to put this incident on your permanent
record during that time I want you to think about how close you came
to killing us all… I also want you to reread Montgomery Scotts basics
in engineering, you're dismissed Ensign".

"But Si…"

"You're dismissed" Gustav said in a firm tone.

Gustav turned to his replicator and asked "a mug of strong sweet
English tea", taking his mug of tea he sat down to properly calm
himself before the Captain arrived to find out what exactly happened.

=/\= End Log =/\=

Lt Gustav Kroitzer
CEO
USS Chimera - C

[USS Chimera] SD 240906.26 | Quorum Space | Joint Log, Capt Chisulo (1TF Tac) & Maj Kinn (1TF Intel)

[Bridge - Deck One - USS Detector]

The beads of sweat on the Captain's forehead glistened under the steady blue lights illuminating the bridge - a visual sign to the bridge crew that they were currently under cloak in a very delicate operation. Major Giella Kinn, the Intelligence Advisor to First Taskforce at the moment, sat in the command chair amidst the tension. Being in command many times himself, Chisulo was proud that she wasn't biting at her nails right now. They were flying in close and undetected to a suspected Romulan controlled station behind enemy lines in a time of war. One mistake, on anyone's part, could result in the death of not only the entire crew, but also the prisoners aboard the station and millions of civilian lives in a retaliatory attack. Tedros did not want to see that happen.

Giella's cat-like eyes were narrowed and glued to the viewscreen, shining a deep dark amber that betrayed the tense feelings she hid behind her calm expression. The tense atmosphere on the bridge was palpable, but all the officers present were well trained to handle these kinds of pressures and they all knew what was at stake.

"Passive scan headed our way." Chisulo called aloud. "All hands hold tight."

A few tense moments went by with half of the crew afraid to breath. No one moved again until Chisulo sounded the all clear. Ship systems were kept to an absolute minimum. Impulse drives got them as close as 5000km to the station, and then were switched off so that the Detector could glide in on thrusters and inertia. Almost everywhere, except Engineering and the Bridge, were ket in the dark in an effort to reduce the small vessels signature to sensors.

"All clear, Captain." Chisulo referred to the Major in the customary title. 

Major Kinn let out an audible sigh of relief. "Are we within transporter range, Mr Chisulo?"

"One more five second burst from port and ventral thrusters should put us within the search radius." Chisulo said. "I've also been able to pick up activity from their cargo transporter and I believe I can disguise our own transporters to transmit in a similar fashion to disguise our entrance."

"Good," Giella replied with a nod as she stood up. "Captain Chisulo, you have the bridge."

[Transporter Room - USS Detector]

Several minutes later, a team of sixth figures entered the transporter room, dressed from head to toe in black and wearing wearing dark goggles. They were a team of elite intelligence infiltration specialists, outiftted with latest hi-tech gear and technology and rated among the best in the Federation where hand-to-hand combat was concerned. Leading the group was the lithe form of Major Kinn, the only thing setting her apart from the rest of the team being her slight build and slightly feline manner of movement.

She waited for a moment as the team assembled around her, then nodded at them all. "Remember, the main objective is to discover the location of Commander Summers and extract her. Keep focus of that. All else is irrelevant. Once we have her, we will devise a secondary mission plan if necessary." She watched the silhouetted figures as they nodded. "Activate your recall devices and cloaking field."

Along with the team, Giella activated her recall device which would instantly transport her back to the Detector in case of an emergency, along with whatever she was holding at the time. The device worked differently than conventional transporters, routing the matter stream through subspace frequencies and making it nearly undetectable, but as a result was also very limited and had a maximum operating distance of 10km. It could also only be used once before needing to be reprogrammed.

She looked up as three of the six members of the team shimmered and then disappeared, indicating they ativated their cloaking field. The field bent light around the body and limited heat emission, fooling sensors and making the person invisible for all intensive purposes, similar to a ship's cloaking device. It could easily be detected by a tricorder scan however and prolonged exposure to the neutrinos emitted by the suit was hazardous.

Giella disappeared as she stepped onto the pad and soon it looked as if the room was empty. "Once we have transported in, we will go immediately radio silent," she told them, then tapped her badge. "Kinn to Chisulo, we are standing by. Ready to energise."

[Bridge - Deck One - USS Detector]

"Acknowledged." Chisulo replied, and quickly ran the transporter sequence. "Energizing." 

The transporter buffers acquired the away teams signals and sent them into the deep bowels of Padassa Station. Once the sequence was complete Chisulo habitually looked up to see the station on the viewscreen. "Anything?" He asked.

"Negative." The young andorian said from the Tactical Station. "All station systems are running on normal parameters. No signs the transport was detected."

"Good." Chisulo replied, making his way to the command chair and waving the operations officer, a bajoran male, back to his console. To avoid suspicion, Tedros transported Kinn and her minions in one of the higher decked cargo bays. As close to their suspected target zones as he could without striking whoever was monitoring the sensor logs a odd. "And ship traffic?"

"No suspicious advances." The andorian again replied.

"Well then," Chisulo took the seat from which he commanded the battle of V'Tar III once more, "I suppose now we just wait." There was no need to try and track Kinn and her team; they same countermeasures that prevented them from being detected on the station worked the same magic on the Detector's systems as well. I was only if the countermeasures went awry, or if their transporter recalls were activated, that the Bridge crew would know it.

No, all Chisulo could do now was sit and wait.

[End Log]

Captain Tedros Chisulo
Tactical Advisor
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Major Giellera Kinn
Adjunct Intelligence Advisor
[NPC by Bren]
-
1st Task Force, SSF

[USS Chimera] SD 240906.25 || Personal Joint Log || Capt Rojac (CO) & Lt Dior (Helm) ||

[Captain' Quarters - Deck Two - USS Chimera NCC 96899-C]

"Are you done yet?" Came the call from the living room area of Cropa Rojac's quarters.  Rayna Dior sounded annoyed.

"No." Cropa replied. "But only a few more reports to read." He called back from the desk in the small corner of the bedroom that served as a second office. He and Rayna retired to the same room the night before after the Awards Ceremony, and a trip to the Bluenote on the Promenade. It was one of the best evenings the young Captain had enjoyed in a while - despite the fact he woke up at 0500 out of habit and began reading through the various reports. 

"You said that half an our ago, Cropa." Rayna said, now standing in the doorway. "You know you're not supposed to work so hard on Shore Leaves."'

Cropa smirked as his darted his eyes over the top of the current padd he was reading toward the scantily clad woman at the threshold. She was wearing one of his button-up tunics that went down to the top of her well-toned and tanned thighs, a pair of sandals, and little else. Her dress uniform was still on the floor beside the bed. "Captains do not get shore leaves Not in times of war."

"But seriously," She wined, exageratingly, "0500!? That is ridiculous." 

"It's 0900 somewhere." Cropa replied, turning his attention back to Lieutenant Jardan's summary of the prisoner transfer - his last report as the Chimera's Chief of Security before hurrying of to his next assignment on the battlefront. The Romulan and Breen troops had been escorted to UNITY's brig and were scheduled to be interrogated later in the afternoon. So far that had given little information: their names, ranks, and assignments.

Somehow, Cropa had missed it when Rayna deftly exited the room and didn't notice until she reappeared with a plate of breakfast in hand.

"Here, Capitan." She said in her best spanish accent (an accomplishment for a half-bajoran/half-betazoid), "grits, scrambled eggs, and sausage. A southern North American favorite."

"Oh!" Cropa replied in surprise. "Geez, thanks." He took the plate from her lender hands and set it down atop his desk. Se perched herself on the corner of the bed and studied him intently a she brought  spoonful of grits to his lips. He chuckled a bit a he realize she was staring, and after swallowing, asked her, "What?"

"What are you reading?"

"Lieutenant Jardan's last report."  Cropa replied, cutting off a chunk of sausage with the side of his fork. "All of the prisoner have been successfully transferred to UNITY's brig. Medical reported in this morning that all critical cases have been transferred to UNITY' infirmary in the quarantine unit. And Captain Reese and Lieutenant Kroitzer are taking care of the weapons transfer this morning."

"Wow." Rayna replied, "Even in R&R, this ship never sleeps."

"No rest for the weary, my dear." Cropa replied. "And as such, the newly promoted Major Xerxes has sent me a note this morning that she is leaving the station on a personal matter, and that she will be in-touch shortly."

"A personal matter?" Rayna asked, obviously intrigued.

"Precisely." Cropa replied. "Our beloved Major has many of those, and its best to respect her privacy. She has quite a temper."

Rayna smiled, "No doubt that's why she has so many kills on her flight record."

"No doubt."

"So what about our new Security Chief?" Rayna asked. "Have you ever met him?"

"No." Cropa replied, after downing a swig from his orange juice. "I've only read his service record. I'm supposed to meet with him this afternoon."

"Anything else on the docket today?" She asked.

"Well, only to meet with the Taskforce XO." Cropa replied. "The Commodore is off station."

"What time?"

"0900."

"Well, then that leaves plenty of time." She said, standing up. 

Cropa looked up, questioningly. "Plenty of time for what?" He asked her as she approached him, reaching out her hand.

"For our shower."

[End Log]

Captain Cropa Rojac

Commanding Officer

Lieutenant Rayna Dior

Chief Helm Officer

USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

[USS Chimera] SD: 240906.25 Duty Log, Maj. Anya Xerxes/Cmdr. Ariel Daveed, FOCO/CO

Anya staggered a little  as she took another swig from the bottle she had snagged from the ceremony.  Personally Anya would have preferred a spirit to the champagne she had obtained.  To be honest the ceremony as a whole had sickened her just a little.  Her commendation for destroying the Scorpion II Squadron was a fallacy.  In reality only one of the Scorpion II's was destroyed by her Lancers, her own to be exact.  However for the benefit of troop 'morale' and public relations it had been decided at the highest levels to exaggerate this small victory as an easy triumph of Federation Technology over Romulan Technology.  The truth was her squadron had been lucky to escape without a fatality, even as she thought this Second Lieutenants Sune Broda and Panar Lascor were ensconced in Chimera's Sickbay.

Lancer Seven, Second Lieutenant Sune Broda who flew the Lancer with the Copper Sheen paintwork was by far the more injured of the pair in sickbay with a punctured lung from a piece of debris during the furball with the Scorpion II's.  Likewise Second Lieutenant Panar Lascor had been injured in the furball with second degree burns to his left arm from a disruptor shot which had caused his comms panel to explode and go on fire, only the more advanced design of his flight suit had allowed him to continue to have a career in piloting fighters without having to resort to a prosthetic arm.

Anya knew she had to visit them at some point if not just simply to see how they were but also to explain what the 'Puppetmaster' programme was.  Due to their injuries they had been unable to attend the initial briefing on it...that hadn't been entirely true either.  Sune had tried to stay for the briefing, punctured lung and all even despite Anya's promise to fill him in later.  In the end in true Erassian fashion Anya had simply shot him with a phaser set to stun and had him beamed directly to sickbay.  Biting the bullet Anya decided to go and see them so to obtain a gift she entered one of the many shops on the Promenade. Picking up a box of beer and paying for it she exited the shop.

"Major Anya Xerxes I presume."  Came the deep voice.  Judging by the voice and accent it was a Male Human, middle aged and  probably of Middle Eastern descent.  She turned to see she was correct in her deduction.

"And you would be?" She replied without answering his question.  She analysed what she saw before her.  He wore a standard Starfleet uniform rather than the specialy designed SSF variants and it was the red of command.  The three pips signified he was a Commander meaning he was likely either a CO or XO of a starship if he was here aboard Unity.  Instinct more than anything else made her feel like this man was out of place.  He definitely didn't seem like one of Admiral LaGrande's men that was for sure.

He gave a slight smile "My name is Commander Ariel Daveed, Major.  I am the captain of the USS Jackal and I work for Starfleet Intelligence although at the moment I am seconded to JDC." 

"This means you're calling on me why Commander?"  She said with a hint of force in her voice.  She didn't know this man and she most definitely didn't trust him, for all she knew this was a Romulan spy.  Her right hand fell to her hip but there was no conforting weight of a weapon there both the requirement of dress uniform for the awards ceremony and the stringency of Unity security had prevented that.

"I'm calling on you Major because higher powers have asked me to find you and bring you to them.  People above you in the chain of Command and far above your pay grade have need of your particular skills."  Daveed said acidly.

"Who in particular has need of a fighter pilot?"  Anya bit back.

Daveed gave a cruel smile as if he had sprung a trap.  "I said I was currently working for Joint Defense Command.  Who else could send an entire Ronin Class Starship on a mere escort run for a 'fighter pilot' that Admiral Kathryn Janeway..."

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End Log
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Major Anya Xerxes
Flight Ops CO
USS Chimera - C

Commander Ariel Daveed (NPC Ixus)
CO
USS Jackal

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[USS Chimera] SD 240906.24 Joint Log, Cmdrs Ohmsford (1TF Sci/Eng) & Trzetrzelewska (XO)

= USS Chimera - Conference Room =

Bren was sitting in the conference room on the Chimera writing his report for Commodore Guzman while the Chimera was en route back to Unity. The trip would take them longer going around the Grand Banks, but ultimate it was safer than going through it. The Magellan was towing the Rapier back to Unity and couldn't pass through the Banks with the damaged ship. She was proceeding at a slower speed back to Unity accompanied by the Eagle while the Chimera traveled to ensure there were no undue surprises along their route.

The Chimera was almost halfway on its journey back to Unity, yet still there was no communication with the starbase. Science predicted that it wouldn't be too long before the Chimera was in range to establish a link with the 1st Task Force Headquarters.

Bren was looking forward to getting back to the base. Although the mission hadn't been particularly a physically tiring one, it was stressful and he wasn't accustomed to overseeing such an important task group. But luckily thanks to the competence of the ships, their captains and the crews and the help of the Erassian Alliance the mission was a success.

He looked up from reading a report on a padd as the beeping of the terminal signaled that they had come into communications range with Unity at last. Accessing his personal inbox he watched as a stream of messages were downloaded from the nearest comms relay. He was about to open the first one when the chime to the conference room sounded.

"Enter," he said and looked towards the door as Commander Trzetrzelewska entered.

Natalia had just finished the report she had been working on about the away team she took to the Rapier as well as the events that took place on the Sabre class ship.

"I've brought you my report, sir," she said as she walked towards the table and held out the padd towards him.

"Ah, thank you Commander," Bren said as he took the report and quickly looked over it. "Please, have a seat. I understand you knew Commander Telson?"

Natalia sat down in the empty chair Bren indicated. "Yes, sir. Not very well. We attended some Academy classes together and spent some time over R&R together."

Bren nodded and sighed. "It's a shame to lose such a capable Starfleet officer... and a good human being. What's your assessment of the Rapier's current status?"

"I think she will be good as new after a few weeks in the Aeran shipyard," Natalia replied. "I'm not sure about the command situation, a replacement for Commander Telson will have to be found of course. Lieutenant Dacour is very capable, but I don't think she has enough command experience yet."

Bren nodded again, taking note of what she was saying. He attention was drawn away by a beeping on his terminal announcing an urgent message from Task Force Command. At first he wanted to ignore it to continue his discussion with Natalia, but then saw it was Priority 1.

"Excuse me, just a second," he said as he opened the message.

Natalia nodded, and picked up the padd with her report while Commander Ohmsford read his message. She glanced over what she had written, going over key points she wanted to mention to him. When she looked back at him, she saw his face had gone deathly pale.

"Sir?" she asked. "Are you all right?"

Bren paused a moment before replying. Clearly the shock he felt at the news was showing on his face. It was every person's fear that something should happen to the one they love, and for someone in his situation it was an everyday possibility. Yet that possibility never prepared anyone for the time when it did happen. What made it worse was that the message was sent weeks ago and that he only received it now. Perhaps in a way it was a blessing in disguise; he probably wouldn't have been able to focus on the mission otherwise.

It seemed surreal as he thought about it, and slowly the realisation of what the news meant began to sink in. Liev was MIA and it had been discovered that a Chameloid had impersonated him. A Chameloid... for how long? A Chameloid that had seamlessly integrated itself into Liev's life, taken up his position without anyone notice, his personal life. Bren had shared a home with it, shared a bed with it...

The realisation of it all suddenly made him sick to his stomach. "I'm sorry," he said to the Chimera's XO as he pushed his chair backward and stood up, closing the terminal in front of him. "Please excuse me," was all he said as he hurried left the room.

Natalia was surprised and felt slightly discomforted. She didn't know Ohmsford all that well, but the calm and orderly demeanour he'd displayed during the mission suddenly seemed to have disappeared. Either he was feeling ill or something he'd just read had made him feel ill. Given the way things were currently, she suspected it was the latter.

= End Log =

Commander Bren Ohmsford
Science & Engineer Advisor
1st Task Force, SSF
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Commander Natalia Trzetrzelewska
Executive Officer
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

[USS Chimera] SD 240906.23 || Awards Ceremony Log || Capt Rojac ||

[Observation Lounge - Docking Pylon C - SB 234: UNITY]

Once again Commander Wellington had worked her magic. The observation lounge looked majestic. The crowd was dressed in their pristine dress whites, brandishing medals upon ribbons, and commendations. Captain Cropa Rojac wore his own medals on the left breast of his jacket. He had his Blue Ribbon of Excellence from the Academy; the Fleet Commendation Ribbon from his first mission aboard the Chimera under then Captain Guzman (when he infiltrated a Tal' Shiar base with the ship's ODA compliment); his first Golden Shield Award for is service at the Chimera's tactical station; his two Star Crosses for Merit; and his Bronze Star for valor. It was true that there were many officers his age that had more medals, but Rojac was the youngest to have command of a starship. He'd rather have the starship anyway.

But medals were no the only Cropa was brandishing as he walked through the doors and nodded to the guards at the door. On his arm was a particularly attractive Lieutenant, Rayna Dior. He picked her up, as scheduled, at 1500 hours. And, as promised, she wasn't ready until ten before 1600 - giving them two hours for a nice dinner before reporting to the Observation Lounge for the ceremony. They ate at a quite little cafe in the corner of the promenade, enjoying lattes and some lite sandwiches and whittled away the hours in casual conversation before taking to the turbolift. 

After Cropa nodded to the guard, the marine saluted and called out to the room, "Captain on deck!" 

Dior let go of his arm before he made his way to the stage in the front of the room. He strode regally to the podium and took a deep breath before tapping his combadge - tapping into the room's public address system.

"Good evening." He began, "Thank you all for coming, and thank you again for everyone's exemplary service during our last successful mission. Our ship has proven once more that we are deserving of our great reputation and the position of flagship for the First Taskforce.

"No doubt, your department heads have already had their departmental ceremonies and presented you all with awards and commendations from the last mission on our way back here to Aeran III and UNITY." Rojac said, nodding to the line in front of the stage to his senior officers. "I congratulate on all who were awarded, an thank you for your service to the fleet and ship. I am here today to recognize a few exceptional officers and their contributions to the ship and crew. So without further delay, I call to the stage Marine Captain Anya Xerxes, Lieutenant Junior Grade Gustav Kroitzer, and Lieutenant Rayna Dior."

The room erupted in applause as the three officers approached the stage, and stood with their hands behind their backs to the right of the podium. Commander Trzetrzelewska also appeared, standing before a small table adorned with metal boxes to the Captain's left. 

"Marine Captain Anya Xerxes," Rojac began once the applause died down, "you have made your mark not only on our little ship, but also on the whole of Starfleet. Your Lancer design has seen considerable success while employed above the Chimera, and production of further craft as been initiated by Commander Rodgers in the Tarangor Shipyards adjacent to us here at Starbase UNITY. Your actions as Chief of Flight Operations has also proven to be quite exceptional. Your squadron, under your leadership, proved pivotal in the battle of Canna III, the capture of the Breen Base, and the destruction of a Romulan Scorpion II squadron. And your service as a diplomatic liaison to the Erassian Alliance during negotiations to enter Erassian Space were pivotal in the success of the mission." Rojac paused for a moment and nodded to his XO, who picked up three of the silver boxes. "Marine Captain Anya Xerxes, may it be recognized that on this day you were awarded the Omega Cross ribbon for the exceptional leadership of the Chimera's Squadrons, and the Pallas Medal for your service in the negotiations with General Viktor Ivanov and Ambassador Ayanami." The room erupted in polite applause, with a few hoots and hollers from Anya's squadron. "But that is not all." Rojac said, interrupting the celebration. "As of this moment, your are being promoted to the rank of Major and granted all the rights and responsibilities granted therein. Congratulations, Major."

Commander Trzetrzelewska pinned the new rank insignia, the ribbon, and the Pallas medal to Major Xerxes' jacket as the room applauded. Cropa moved on the the next officer to be recognized.

"Lieutenant Junior Grade Gustav Kroitzer was thrust into the position of Chief Engineer at short notice, and has since proven to be an effective leader, adminisitrator and engineer." Rojac commented. "Kroitzer is a brave and selfless individual that is dedicated to hi crew, ship and fleet. His dedication is such that he risked his life for the crew of the Magellan during the Battle of Canna III by making external repairs to the bridge's shield generators during a confrontation with two Romulan warbirds. He also made considerable progress while aboard the USS Rapier before he was force to abandon it in the line of battle." Rojac paused. "With these efforts in mind, it is deemed fitting to present Mr. Kroitzer with a Technical Excellence Ribbon and a Bronze Star for Valor. In addition to an advancement in rank to full Lieutenant." Rojac nodded to the young Engineer. "Congratulations Lieutenant Kroitzer, you deserve it."

Again, Natalia pinned the awards to the jacket of the recognized officer accompanied by the polite applause of the gathered crew. Rojac moved on to the last figure on the stage.

"Lieutenant Rayna Dior, Chief Helm Officer." Rojac began. "Your skill at the controls of a Century Class battleship are astounding. Your experience aboard the USS Franklin, and Captain Mayo's Magellan as junior Helm officer has trained you well for this position. Your contributions in the last mission of navigating us successfully through the Grand Banks nebula twice and performing mind boggling maneuvers in the battle of Canna III played a big part in the Task Group's Success. IT is in recognition of these efforts that you are being presented the Rising Star Ribbon. Congratulations Lieutenant."

Natalia pinned Rayna's award to her jacket, and shook the Lieutenant's hand.

"These officers serve as good examples to the entire crew. Offer them your congratulations - and strive to best them in your service next time." He added with a grin. "We ave two weeks of shore leave here at UNITY; so to those whose leaves I approved, please enjoy yourselves and your time away from the rigors of war. To everyone else, you should have received your duty schedules in your individual inboxes. If you have questions, please contact your respective supervisors." Rojac took a deep breath, and then allowed his trademark grin to grow beneath his beard. "But for tonight, enjoy the drinks, food and festivities provided by the hospitality of Starbase UNITY. Good night."

The room applauded once more and Rojac left the podium to shake the three recognized officer's hands. He took Lieutenant Dior's arm in his and lef the stage - headed for the bar in the corner. He was determined to enjoy the rest of the night. It would be back to duty for himself in the morning.

[End Log]

Captain Cropa Rojac

Commanding Officer

USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

<<OOC AWARDS:>>

The following simmers are presented these awards for their contributions to the simulation.

Butch (Rick and Trent Rodgers): the Star Cross for Merit and the Fleet Achievement Medal. 

Bren (Bren Ohmsford and Natalia Trzetrzelewska): Fleet Achievement Medal

Rangi (Rangi Summers, Martin Guzman, and Lucy Flemming): Fleet Achievement Medal.

Congratulations you three, and thank you for your service and dedication to the success and environment of our little sim. To those not awarded at this time, I encourage you to keep trying. Simming isn't about awards, it is about having fun. When you enjoy what you do, often you are recognized for the quality that springs forth from it. Thank you everyone for being a part o this sim, and for letting me lead you all into the unknown.

Now, get logging.

+rojac

[USS Chimera] || SB 234: UNITY || SD 240906.23, Fleet Security Chief's Duty Log, LT. Mumacik

"shane.guzman@mojwap.sk" <shane.guzman@mojwap.sk> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:

====== VIP quarters area, VIP quarters 6, SB
234: UNITY ======

Mumacik was standing quiet, hiding behind the corner waiting
for his team to take positions. He had a full ODA team
present, six man and woman … all clad in light combat
armor. Usually, such an action would be performed by regular
security teams, but as Chief of Fleet level Security,
Mumacik decided that ODA teams need occasionally another
type of training then holodeck drills.

Expecting his team to need another 5 seconds to deploy,
Mumacik thought back about this assignment. Gamma (night)
shift operations registered unauthorized access to a VIP
quarters. Badge identification indicated two Starfleet
officers inside, Lieutenant Clara Lloyd, UNITY's promenade
quartermaster assistant officer and Marine Captain Channer
Davis, who was waiting for his assignment on the USS
Chimera.

Early in the morning, Mumacik was reviewing security and
operations logs from previous day like usual and this event
drew his attention. VIP quarters were a high security area
and such an accident should be at least checked – Mumacik
thought and contacted UNITY operations (alpha shift) and
asked about the status of the particular VIP quarters. Ops
officer in charge there stated that both officers seem still
to be inside and made a hint "maybe it's better not to
disturb them", but Mumacik dismissed the thought
immediately. Why not disturbing when both officers were not
supposed to be in that quarters and as a matter-of-fact were
violating the security protocol for UNITY's VIP area. Due
to the recent security problems on the station, Mumacik was
quite suspicious about every (no matter how small)
accidents. This could be a case for security if there were
NO Starfleet officers inside the quarters, but rather some
terrorists …

All six ODA members were finally in their positions and
their leader, Gunnery Sergeant Black looked back at Mumacik
waiting for his command. Their task was easy … forcing the
quarter's door open via some high tech device, storming
the quarters, secure those rooms and identifying intruders.
What will happen then was not decided yet …

Mumacik nodded with his hand and pointed his type IIIb
phaser rifle on the door in case the ODA team would
encounter armed resistance.

The open-the-door device was quickly planted and activated.
The door opened with a quiet his and first two ODA members
entered the room. Securing the entrance area, they stayed
behind and two other ODA guys went inside. All this happened
within 2 seconds and in absolute silence.

As no resistance was met yet, Mumacik run towards the
quarters door as well, entering the quarters immediately. A
kneeling ODA comm. specialist, holding a tricoder was
pointing towards the bedroom. Sergeant gave the command and
two ODA guys jumped into the room … with Mumacik just
behind them.

A young woman (Sparsely clad) was laying on the bed,
obviously just awoken … or in state of a day dream. Her
eyes widened seeing armed soldiers storming the room, but
the shock sealed her mouth … she gave no sound.

The Comm specialist whispered: "The other just left,
he's approximately 200 meters along the corridor to the
right".

The sergeant gave command and four ODA members immediately
run out of the room, taking direction right – along the
corridor. The Sergeant ran after them.

Mumacik looked at the woman, unaffected by her physical
attributes. "Lieutenant Lloyd, please explain your
presence in this room" he said.

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

Lieutenant Mumacik
Chief of Fleet level Security
SB 234: UNITY

[USS Chimera] SD 240906.22 || Duty Log || Lt Rayna Dior, Chief Helm Officer ||

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

Rayna was glad the Captain gave her permission to skirt around the Grand Banks Nebula on the return trip home, and that he also granted her request to proceed on a course at the Chimera's max cruising speed into the Aeran system. Though trekking through the Nebula's stellar nursery would have been quicker, Dior hated flying blind through galactic soot. Most of the crew, she believed, would concur. She would settle for flying in warp 9.5 around it. 

Still, it was a to day trip. Just enough time for medical to take control of all the critical cases brought aboard from the contaminated freighters and for Operations to catalog the stockpile of biological warheads. Science too, R-Zerphimi included, was involved in the study of the new material aboard and was running simulation after simulation on the deadly potential of the enemy weaponry aboard. This left Dior with the responsibility to navigate the return trip course herself, while the enigmatic science officer toiled away in his laboratory. She didn't mind though. It was almost pleasant running navigational sensors and scanning for anomalies - almost Zen like in is practice. 

Her console beeped, they were five minutes out from the Aeran system. She double-checking the navigational sensors and the ship's position against the navigational buoys as she called the Captain over the comm. "Dior to Captain Rojac."

+Rojac here.+

She had to smile at hearing his voice. "As requested, sir," She began, her voice decidedly less business-like than it had been in the bale of Canna III, "I am informing you of our pending arrival to the Aeran System in four minutes and thirty seconds."

+Very well, Lieutenant. Thank you.+ The Captain replied.

Dior ended the comm and looked over her shoulder toward the Operations console where the Beta shift bridge officer stood. "Ensign, we're arriving in space dock in less than ten minutes. Time to call alpha shift to the Bridge."

"Aye." The Ensign replied. He then busied himself at his station sending notice to the XO, COps, CSci, and Tac Officers. Seconds later, Captain Rojac stepped through the turbolift doors and approached the center console. Dior grinned as she turned to face the view screen.

"Report." Rojac called.

"Dropping into the Aeran System in two minutes, sir." The senior bridge officer one-by-one appeared on the bridge as she spoke relieving the beta shift. "We are cleared for docking at pylon-C by the Station Quartermaster. Designated approach vector is alpha-three, and quarantine teams are on stand-by at the docks to receive our patients and cargo." She looked back over her shoulder toward the Captain and he Executive Officer now seated beside him, "Dropping Warp in one minute."

Rojac swiveled in his chair toward Reese at the Ops station. "Captain Reese, I want you and Lieutenant Kroitzer to report to the cargo transporters and oversee the transport of the warheads personally."

"Aye sir." The experienced marine officer replied. Dior liked Reese, but hadn't spent much time with the Marine Captain. She kept to herself most of the time, and was always heavily involved in her work as the Chimera's Chief of Operations. There was no doubt that she was highly adept at her job. Reese waved over a relief officer and then made way to the cargo transporter to begin her assigned duties.

"Dropping warp." Rayna reported as she slid her fingers down the throttle of the Chimera's warp drive. The humming that had grown in the ambiance of the starship ceased along with the streaks of streaming stars. UNITY station appeared in front of the green and blue orb of the M Class Aeran III. Dior was never more glad to see the Fortuna class station. "Receing course telemetry."

Rojac nodded to Trzetrzelewska, and the XO gave the order. "Take us in, Lieutenant. Half impulse."

It all happened nice, slow and majestically as the sleek Century Class Chimera-C maneuvered into docking position. Five kilometers out, impulse power was cutoff as the station docking tractors locked onto the sleek battleship gray hull and pulled the mighty vessel into dock. There was little for Rayna to do now other than to wait to give the final word, which came quickly.

"Docking completed, Captain." She said. Turning around and smiling.

Rojac returned the smile and stood. "It is good to be home." He looked around to the gathered crew. "Good work everyone. Take the night off, but remember we have an awards ceremony at 1800 hours tomorrow evening. Ops, give everyone a reminder in their inbox."

"Aye sir."

Rojac tapped the ship-wide comm on his Captain's chair. "Gamma shift to docking stations." Calling the skeletal crew to man the key positions of the ship while she was in dock. He then turned to Natalia and whispered a few things to her as Rayna stood from her station at the fore of the bridge. When their conversation ended and Natalia headed for the turbolift, Rayna approached the Captain.

"Captain." She said.

"Lieutenant." Rojac nodded.

"I need a date for the banquet tomorrow evening. Will you join me." She said.

Rojac smiled. No doubt he was used to Dior's aggressive demeanor by now. "It sounds lovely, Lieutenant." He always made a point of addressing her by rank in public, especially on his bridge. "Shall I pick you up at 1500?"

"If you don't mind waiting." She grinned, and started to walk away.

[End Log]

Lieutenant Rayna Dior

Chief Helm Officer

USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

[USS Chimera] Weekly Sim Report #307 =/\= USS Chimera NCC 96899-C & SB 234: UNITY

=/\= Incoming Starfleet Special Forces Transmission =/\=
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                  - Starship Commanding Officer -
                    - Captain Cropa Rojac  -
                   - USS Chimera NCC 96899-C -
                   SD 240806.14 - SD 240806.20
                          SIM REPORT #307

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=/\= CONTENTS =/\=
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1) OOC Address
2) Promotions/Academy/Awards
3) Mission Assignments/Mission Summary/Quotes of the Week
4) Subject Lines/Website News/IRC Info
5) Crew Roster/Log Count/Removals
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=/\= OOC ADDRESS/ =/\=
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If having trouble viewing this entire transmission, it can be viewed in its entirety here: http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dgk4mcdg_6hp4zg275
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- CO's Report
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This report covers the period SD 240806.14 - SD 240806.20.

18 logs (15 Active Crew, 3 Excused, 0 Unexcused, 1 On Leave, 0 Guest, 0 New, 9 Beta shift) 15 Total Crewmen.
 
Average logs per Week: 29.83 (-.07)
 
Chimerans!

 

Low log count this week, but we did manage to finish the plot. I'll log our arrival back to UNITY either today or tomorrow. We'll take two weeks off, while the TF away teams set up the Chimera's next plot. Enjoy. Everyone seems to be on vacation anyway. :)

Don't forget, backlogs are always optional (just be sure to mention it a backlog). So feel free to describe our return trip to UNITY from your character's point of view. I will also be posting an awards ceremony log this week with a few promotions and awards, so keep an eye open and write about your character's reactions. 

Get logging!

+rojac
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- XO's Address
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[Pending]

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- Officer of the Week
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And this week's Officer of the Week is...

- Captain Cropa Rojac - I showed everyone how its done with 5 logs this week.

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- Log of the Week
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SD 240906.18 || Senior Officer's Debriefing || Capt Rojac ||

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- Mailing Lists
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There are a number of e-mail lists that are available to you as members of the UCIP.
- The Public list is a forum for chat/discussions. Here you can meet and talk to other members of the UCIP about anything you like.
- The Universe list if you want to keep up on the IC aspects of our
Star Trek Universe with logs from all-important aspects of the
organization.
If you would like to be on any of these lists then make a
subscription request through the UCIP Database.
Important Email lists:
- chimera-command@ucip.org: Here you can contact the Command Team members
- chimera-seniorstaff@ucip.org: Here you can contact all
department heads
- chimera-ooc@ucip.org: OOC mailing list for the crew of the USS Chimera
Other Email lists:
- chimera-1TF@ucip.org: An OOC mailing list for members of the 1TF sub-sim we have going on.
The Chimera Archive – look in your UCIP Database account [http://database.ucip.org/], then under My Subscriptions to find the chimera@ucip.org mailing list. Click on this list to access the archive.
Now onto the report!
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- Plot Information
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THIS WEEK:

Chimera - Backlog and R&R for two weeks.

• Rojac - Awards Ceremony.

UNITY

• Qashqai - Talk to Harker.
• Detector - Get to Padassa station.
• Capt Rodgers - Want to debrief Rojac? Send a kicker...

LAST WEEK:

CHIMERA - FINISH THE MISSION!!!

• Bridge - call in status to UNITY. Confiscate the weapons.
• Medial - Isolation wards. ASAP.
• Security - oversee transport of confiscated weapons and prisoners.
• Fighter Wing - Return to ship. Debrief. What program was that Anya? Expect a visit from the Captain after he read the report...

MAGELLAN

• Guide the Erassian reinforcements into Canna III.

UNITY

• Qashai - Where are you on your mission.
• Detector - Get to the location Terek pin-pointed.
• Capt Rodgers - Order Task Group Alpha home.

 

 

Need Ideas? ASK!
chimera-command@ucip.org
 
Relevant Plot Information:
The Erassian Alliance - http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dgk4mcdg_16frd4ntm2 - compiled by Ixus.
Romulan Datafile: http://memory-alpha.org/en/wiki/Romulan
 
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- Important Documents
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Chimera Records: http://spreadsheets.google.com/pub?key=pR3cNAi2l3XB3nsvl3oq3fQ
Chimera Crew Compliment: http://spreadsheets.google.com/pub?key=pR3cNAi2l3XDOx0Onu8UcPw
Chimera Key Positions: http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dgk4mcdg_0dkj2fv
Chimera Position Descriptions: http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dgk4mcdg_4132kgh9mh
Federation VIPs: http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dgk4mcdg_15fd5cfbcn
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=/\= PROMOTIONS/ACADEMY/AWARDS =/\=
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- Promotions and Awards
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This week!
 
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- Academy
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none.

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=/\= MISSION SUMMARY/QUOTES OF THE WEEK =/\=
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- Summaries
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Chimera Summary - IXUS

Jade visits sickbay and chats to Nanee about an unsightly rash...you would think we just came back from shore leave!  Cropa reviews the mission and evaluates its outcomes and unexpected events.  Cropa debriefs the senior officers and gives them some orders for the return trip to Unity.  Cropa has a chat with Gustav and reminds him of what happened the last time they met...perhaps better results this time?  Cropa and Anya have a tense discussion over the origins of the enemy and the means that have been deployed against them.

UNITY Summary - RANGI

Lucy showed Boaz the shipyard and was surprised to learn that he was an Ambassador and was taken by surprise when he kissed her.He said he would soon be returning to Bajor and escorted her back to the restaurant. He spent time talking to an engineer then had an accident which resulted in him being transported to the infirmary. Aboard the Qashqai, Shane puzzled over an encrypted message
from Terek which he at first found taxing but then inspiration struck and he decoded the coordinates at last.
Just as he was about to order a new course he was told that a personal message had arrived and was astonished to learn that it was from Nicolas Harker.
On the Padassa station,Martin was playing computer games until Harker offered to take him to the bridge of a real starship.Rangi wass taken for interrogation and to have a device implanted into her neck but just as that was about to
be done, her captor was called away.

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- Quotes of the Week (by Ixus)
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Break Glass In Case Of Emergencies!

It wasn't until major conflicts occured years later that Starfleet overrode TI's concerns and released the ban on the potent new technology. These items were still rare and used sparingly, in an effort to prevent them from falling into enemy hands. They were considered an ace in the hole, last resorts for use in emergency only - or in instances of Federation Security. This mission was one of the instances. 

 

Capt. Tedros 'Break Out The Big Guns' Chisulo

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It's not crabs...honest

"Um.... it might be easier if I show you." Jade said, "well it's a rash of some kind, but it's spreading rapidly." Jade said hoping that they could back to curtain area, so that the doctor could get a better look at the rash.

MCapt. Jade 'Itchy' Reese

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Even the Romulans???

I need to talk
with engineering and then I'm going back to Bajor. At least
 for a while. I will be back to this station, it's nice here.
The people are nice as well, even if I was out of line.

Amb. Teal 'Observant' Boaz

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IRC Quotes (by Rangi)

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none.
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* SUBJECT LINES/LOGGING GUIDELINES/WEBSITE NEWS/IRC INFO *
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- Subject Lines
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Please remember to use the following format for your subject lines:
SD 24YYMM.DD, Duty/Personal Log, Rank Name
e.g., SD 240502.01, CO's Log, Capt Rojac
e.g., SD 240502.01, Personal Log, Cropa Rojac
The [USS Chimera] part of the subject is placed automatically by the listserv, so you don't need to include it.
Also remember to include your details at the end of your log
e.g.,
Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer
USS Chimera NX 96899-B
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- Logging Guidelines
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Logging:
The weekly logging deadline is at Midnight (12:00AM/00:00) GMT/UTC (19:00 EST); all logs received after the deadline will be counted for the following week. If you are pressed for time and would like a log to count for the previous week, but it is sent after the deadline, please send an email to the command team when you send the log so that we can make the corrections.
Please remember that all MAJOR plot changes need to be cleared with the command staff before a log goes through! You can do this by sending the command staff (chimera-command@ucip.org ) a log labeled with "Draft" tagged to the subject line. We'll typically let you know if it's approved within 24 to 48 hours, or tell you what might need to be modified before it's sent to the listserv.
When using other characters in your logs, please keep in mind that person's characteristics. Character information can be found on the UCIP website or the USS Chimera website (under CREW - just click on the Star Trek symbol next to the character's name). If you're still unsure how to interact with a character, then privately mail the person
involved, and I'm sure they'll be willing to help.
Conversely, if you feel that your character is being portrayed incorrectly by someone please contact them to try to work out an agreeable solution. Just keep in mind when logging to treat other characters the way you'd like them to treat you - with the respect due to any member of Starfleet who is a specialist in their field.
If you think your log may be going out of bounds, then please ask! If you are having problems finding things to write about or would just like some help with your log, please contact your department head or the command team. Remember, you don't always have to log about things relating to the main plot - logs that develop your character's
personality are encouraged! We're eager to help if you're having trouble; just email the command team (chimera-command@ucip.org).
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- Website News
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Our website can be found at http://www.ucip.org/chimera/
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- IRC
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The Chimera and UCIP have many IRC Channels [ IRC.kdfs.net]:
#USS-Chimera: Our own channel
#Backroom: The UCIP's OOC Channel
#Ten-Forward: The UCIP's IC Channel, where players of different SIMs can mingle IC.
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=/\= CREW ROSTER/ON REPORT/REMOVALS/LOGGING HISTORY =/\=
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New Cadets are given two (2) weeks upon joining to observe the sim. After the initial observation period, Cadets and other crew are required to post at least one log per week (unless on excused or on LOA).
Promotion is based upon quality and regularity of logging, among other
factors All promotions after Lieutenant Commander require review and
approval by Starfleet Command. For a complete breakdown of the promotion policy, please visit the Chimera's website.
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- Crew Roster
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Calendar Month: JUN 2009

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Nick                 |                          

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NICK	305	306	307	308
Rojac	2	2	5
Bren	3	2	3
Ixus	3	4	1
Aza	1	2	1
Gutz	E	1	1
Tommy	D	D	D
Jess	E	E	1
Jass	3	E	E
Mumacik	3	1	1
Rangi	1	3	3
Terek	B	D	B
Butch	E	4	E
Melissa	L	L	L
Jonas	D	D	D
Pont	B	B	B
Oconnor	1	0	E

                                          

                                        
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TOTALS               |
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Total Logs	17	21	18
Total Crew Logs	11	8	12
Total NPC Logs	6	11	6
Total Guest Logs	0	2	0
Weekly Log Count	8	10	11
Total Alpha Shift	7	4	10
Total Beta Shift	4	4	2
Total Crew Members	14	14	15

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Excused	3	2	3
Unexcused	0	1	0
On Leave	1	1	1
Resigned	0	0	0
Dropped	0	0	0
New Crew	0	0	0
Guests	0	1	0

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Legend
Excused    = E
Unexcused  = 0
On Leave   = L
Resigned   = R
New Crew   = N
Beta shift = B
N/A        = -
For realtime updates on the weekly log count and crew records visit http://spreadsheets.google.com/pub?key=pR3cNAi2l3XB3nsvl3oq3fQ.
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- On Report
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Any officer who is Absent Without Leave (0) for two or more consecutive
weeks is considered "On Report." Crewmen on report should email the command staff immediately to explain their absence (too much to do in RL is a fine excuse) and say when they anticipate being able to log again in the future.
The following crewmen are on report:

 

none.
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- Removals/Resignations
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The following crew have either resigned or have been dropped due to lack of activity. If they would like a position on the USS Chimera, they will need to reapply.
 
LtJG Tom Jardan

Cdt Jonas Archer

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LOGGING HISTORY (Total Logs)
Monthly (*=10 logs )
Jan_09 *******************
Feb_09 ****************
Mar_09 *********

Apr_09 *************

May_09 *******

Jun_09 *****

 

 
Weekly (* = 2 logs)
Calendar Year: 2409
Jan[03] *********
Jan[10] ***************************
Jan[17] **********************
Jan[24] ****************
Jan[31] *************************
Feb[07] *******************
Feb[14] ********************

Feb[21] *****************
Feb[28] ******************
Mar[07] **************** 
Mar[14] ***************

Mar[21] *********

Mar[28] ***************

Apr[04] *********

Apr[11] **********************

Apr[19] *************

Apr[25] *************

May[02] *************

May[09] ************

May[17] *******

May[23] **********

May[30] ***********

Jun[06] ********

Jun[13] **********

Jun[20] *********

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=/\= Report Terminates =/\=
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Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C
E-mail: crizoft@gmail.com

Commander Natalia Trzetrzelewska
Acting Executive Officer
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C
E-mail : ohmsford83@gmail.com

Commander Rangi Summers
1st Taskforce Medical Advisor (OOC: 2XO)
SSF First Taskforce Command
E-mail : rangi.summers@mojwap.sk
 
Marine Captain Anya Xerxes
Squadron CO (OOC: Logging Development Coach)
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C
E-mail: ixus666@hotmail.com