[USS Chimera] SD 240907.04 | SB Unity | Duty Log, Lt Carpenter (MRI)

= SB Unity - Medical Security, 1TF Section =

Mercedes Carpenter sat in a secure lab in the Task Force Section, a rather obscure part of the facility labeled "Medical Security". It was where the mysterious alien being taken captive at Narendra was been kept in prolonged stasis while Mercedes tried to determine just exactly what it was and where it came from.

For the past several weeks she'd been trying to do just that, running endless hours of tests and comparing them with every genetic record in the Federation database, which was a mammoth task by any means and the reason it was taking so long to get any results. What was most intriguing about the creature was its triple-helix DNA structure. While a triple-helix itself wasn't that out of the ordinary, what was extraordinary was the amount of genes it contained, number well over a million, the most recorded for any biological organism.

The work was sometimes mundane; Mercedes had to sit and wait for a lot of the tests to be completed before she could move on with her work. During the times she waited she tried to keep herself occupied, but her thoughts often drifted to Scott unwillingly. She had seen him the other day in a coffee shop with a young woman. Who it was she didn't know. He hadn't mentioned that he was seeing someone when they spoke last, but why would he have? Mercedes sighed. She couldn't just expect to waltz back into his life and having him show immediate interest. There was a lot of bridge under the water. Maybe he just wanted to get to know her as a friend again.

She made a mental note to drop by Sickbay again and talk with Sally, just casually asking in conversation what Scott was up to. Sally was sometimes more effective than the Federation News Network.

Catching herself as her thoughts drifted off, she got up and stretched her legs, walking over to the group of monitors in the lab that displayed readings from the stasis chamber where the alien was kept. Mercedes didn't like being in the same room with it. Whenever she entered the room she got an icy cold feeling about her, as if she'd never be happy again. The creature was clearly strongly telepathic, and even in stasis it seemed to have some power.

A beeping drew her attention and she returned to the terminal where her latest comparison test series had just completed. She had cross-referenced some of the details within the classified R&D database that she had been granted access to. Although she could search, she couldn't access the files herself however and needed higher clearance for that.

The results indicated that a biological sample recovered from an archaeological expedition on the restricted planet of Sitiva matched the parameters she had input, a biological sample that was almost a million years old according to the records.

"Sitiva..." she said the name out loud, glad that finally she had some sort of result at least. Though what it meant she had no idea.

= End Log =

Lieutenant Mercedes Carpenter

Senior Field Agent 

Medical Research Intelligence, SSF

[USS Chimera] SD 240907.04 | Padassa Station | Joint Log, Cmdr Summers (1TF Med) & Maj Kinn (1TF Intel)

= Padassa Trading Station =

Giella slipped inside the room and saw Rangi in the medical chair. Immediately she deactivated her personal cloaking device and shimmered into view. Lifting up her visor to reveal her face, she quickly hurried over to Rangi and began to undo her restraints.

It was a surprising moment for Rangi when a figure suddenly appeared well inside the room and close to herself. She rubbed her wrists and flexed her fingers whilst her ankles were being freed. " Major Kinn" she said, relieved at seeing the friendly face.

"Commander Summers, are you all right?" Giella said as she helped Rangi out of the chair.

" Yes...I'm fine." Rangi answered glancing back towards the door. " What's going on out there?" she asked " I heard phaser fire."

"We've come to extract you," Giella explained. "Needless to say we ran into some Romulan guards that needed taking care of. What I didn't expect was the amount of Starfleet officers being held captive here. The Romulans have been alerted to what we're up to, and we might have to fight our way out of here. This part of the station seems to be outfitted with transport inhibitors. Are you strong enough to walk and to carry a phaser?"

"Yes, yes I'm fine.. honestly " Rangi replied.

"Good," Giella said as she handed her a spare phaser pistol. "Let's go."

"Wait." Rangi said as Giella turned away. " My son, Martin...do you have him?"

"No," Giella replied. "The rest of the team is still busy searching the station. If he's here we'll find him. We have to get you back to the Detector first; we can decide our next step from there. Don't worry, we'll find him."

"I dont know where he is but Harker took him." Giella was already at the door, quickly scanning left and right before beckoning Rangi forward. They went out into the corridor which was deserted and many of the doors along its length were open. They hurried along, Giella leading the way. She had mentioned the large number of prisoners and despite knowing the treatment the Romulans had handed out, Rangi had hoped that most had been released but the evidence lay
clearly before her, for some of the cells were still occupied, by their dead captives. They were almost at the end of the corridor when Rangi slowed suddenly, her attention caught by two figures lying on the floor inside a cell.

"Wait..please." she said holding up her hand as Giella turned to see what was wrong. Rangi moved slowly to the door then went inside.  A Klingon prisoner lay slumped against the wall but it was the other one who had her attention. She crossed to where he lay and although she said his name. She knew long before she knelt down besdie him, that he was dead. "Liev.." she whispered taking the stiff skeletal hand in hers.

Giella watched Rangi from the doorway for a moment. "Commander, we have to go," she urged her.

Gently, Rangi laid the hand down and loathe to leave him there, got slowly to her feet. It took a moment before she glanced back at Giella then  walked quickly to the door.

When they continued back up the corridor, they were nearly ambushed by two Romulan soldiers at the intersection. Giella fired her pulse phaser at them and indicated that Rangi fall back. "Quick, this way," she said as they rushed the opposite way. They hurred up a short flight of steps and ducked into a terminal alcove.

"Put this on," Giella said as she stripped of the cloaking belt attached to her waist and handed it to Rangi. She removed the recall transporter device strapped to her arm and gave it to Rangi as well.

Rangi clicked the belt in place and attached the device to her left arm where it fitted snugly.

"Follow this corridor..." Giella said. "You'll come to a lift. Go up two levels and exit at the end of a long corridor. Get to the end of it and exit through the large
bulkhead. Once there, activate the device. It will transport you back to the Detector."

Rangi nodded, looking in the direction Giella stated. "You're not coming?" she asked remeeting Giella's gaze.

"Getting you safely back is my priority," she insisted. "I can take care of myself. I don't want to get you killed along the way. I'll cover your back and make sure you're not followed."

"Very well."  Rangi turned away seeing the surroundings now in a pale blue haze, courtesy of the cloaking belt effect.

Giella watched as Rangi shimmered and disappeared. She stayed a moment longer and listened to the footsteps disappear up the corridor, then slipped out of the alcove and headed back down the way they'd come. Rangi ran along the corridor coming striaght to the lift and followed Giellas instructions without any hindrance.

The bulk head was already open and she activated the transportation device immediately.

Her surroundings vanished in a brilliant light and seconds later they rematerialised in a different form. She was in a sickbay and a nurse was standing near her with an armed guard for escort.

"Commander?" she said stepping forward and gave a small smile. "Welcome to Detector."

= End Log =

Commander Rangi Summers
Medical Advisor
1st Task Force, SSF
-
Major Giellera Kinn
Adjunct Intel Advisor
1st Task Force, SSF
[NPC by Bren]

[USS Chimera] SD 240907.04 | Padassa Station | Duty Log, Maj Kinn (1TF Intel)

= Padassa Trading Station =

It had been approximately two hours since Giella and her team transporter onto the Quorom/Romulan station. The team had split up after the transporter, each going their separate ways in order to cover more ground in order to find clues as to what was going on on the starbase and where Commander Rangi Summers was being kept... if she was there at all. Their time window was six hours, after which they were required to transport back to the Detector, whether they met their goal or not. There was still four hours left.

The station was a strange place filled with at least four different species. She recognised Romulans and what she thought were Anxinar, but the other species she didn't recognise. There were also what appeared to be waist-high draped cylinders moving about. At the top of each cylinder was inset a spherical globe containing a gaseous substance that changed colour. Giella assumed it was an environmental suit of some kind for a non-corporeal being. When one passed her, it stopped and the sphere turned a deep purple, then it turned and continued. Where she was spotted, she couldn't tell.

Giella had managed to find her way down to an area of the station that looked different from the rest. Most of the station that she had seen was primitive by Federation standards. There were almost no computer terminals in sight; doors were opened and closed manually; lighting looked to be made from luminescent phosphorous crystals instead of electric plasma lighting.

It was when she spotted a distinctly Romulan looking terminal set in the wall and a heavy closed bulkhead at the end of a slightly dark corridor that she was beginning to suspect she'd found something.

Two Romulans armed and dressed in uniforms walked down the corridor towards the door. One of them tapped at the keypad besides the door and waited for it to open. Giella seized her chance and quickly followed behind the two Romulans as closed as she could without being detected. The door led into a brightly lit corridor which was considerably more upgraded than the rest of the station. It was clearly Romulan constructed and Giella suspected she'd found what she was looking for.

Cat-like, she crept down the long corridor, passing several intersections. She kept an eye on the heads-up display of her visor, which acted like a tricorder, signalling closeby life-signs and different types of energy readings. At the end of the corridor she stopped in front of what looked like a turbolift and peered closely at the keypad written in Romulan. She tapped a key and waited as the doors opened. Looking around to check if anyone was there, she slipped inside.

On the side of the lift was a shematic detailing the layout of the sub-facility on the station, and two decks down were what looked to be a collection of small rooms neatly structured around two corridors that led to a larger, circular room. They were either labs or detention cells, but either way Giella felt that's where she wanted to go, so she headed two decks down.

A few moments later the lift stopped and opened, but just as the doors part a green beam of light flashed past the entrance of the lift and Giella ducked against the door, keeping her pulse pistol ready. She read three lifesigns on her visor; two were green, signalling Romulan, and the other was blue, indicating Human. The Tollauran quickly peered out and down the corridor in the direction of the blue lifesign and saw a figure dressed in a dark tight-fitting suit with its back pressed against a corner, instantly recognising the attire as one of her team.

Quickly turning in the direction of the Romulans, she fired two blasts which to them seemingly came out of thin air. The firing of the pistol automatically disabled her personal cloak however and she ran across the intersection down to where her teammember hid. The one Romulan was down and the other was coming after them.

"Major," the voice said as she flattened herself against the wall. She recognised it immediately as belonging to Corporal Waters.

"Corporal," Giella replied. "Are you injured?"

"Negative," he said then suddenly stepped back and fired three times into the corridor, taking down the Romulan. "Can't say the same for the Romulans though."

Giella stopped for a moment and listened carefully. "Why is there no alarm going off?" she asked. Sure phaser fire would set off some kind of alarm, unless it was silent.

"Already taken care of, ma'am," he replied almost suavely. "Control room on the deck above. Was easier than I thought it would be. Also, in a few minutes there should be..."

He was interrupted by a short alarm sound which ended abruptly as lights in the corridors flashed a deep blue twice briefly. Giella turned around to look down the corridor and saw several deep set doorways opening, revealing on the inside darkened prison cells. "We need to get these people out of here," she said to Waters. "I'm going to try and see if I can find Commander Summers. If I don't run into you again, I'll see you back on the Detector."

Corporal Waters' masked figure nodded as Giella reactived her cloak and hurried down the corridor, passing several cells with baffled and battered prisoners in them who were slowly starting to make their way to the entrance of the cells, not quite sure what was happening. At the end of the corridor was a door that look different. Unlike the cells, the door had a viewer set into that allowed one to see into it. She peered through and saw a person strapped to a medical chair. Recognising the uniform and the features, she knew she'd found what she was looking for... Commander Summers.

= End Log =

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

[USS Chimera] SD 240907.04 || JL || Capt Rojac (CO) & Lt Kroitzer (CEO) ||

[Main Engineering - Deck 16 - USS Chimera NCC 96899-C]

Captain Rojac entered the large cavernous room filled with the
pulsating resonance of the Chimera's Warp Core. His sharp gaze quickly
found the blonde hair of the man he was looking for, newly promoted
Lieutenant Gustav Kroitzer. He pulled down on the red shirt he was
wearing and walked across the hall toward the CEO, officers and
technicians alike, cleared his path as he saw them approach. The
Captain was not in full uniform (he didn't even have the pips on his
collar), but the obvious anger in his aura was enough to intimidate
the crewmen into getting out of his way- whether they recognized him
or not.

"Mr. Kroitzer," he shouted once he was less than five meters away, "report."

Gustav had just finished drinking his tea when the Captain entered
engineering and yelled his name.

Exiting his office Kroitzer started explaining "Sir, everything is now
under control and there is no danger to the ship or the station".

"My team and I were finishing the last of the missiles that Major
Xerxes had me design for her when one of my officers ruptured the
antimatter containment vessel, when this happened I removed the
container and had it beamed as far away from us as possible" Gustav
stopped there knowing that he was just going over what the Captain
probably already knew.

Rojac glanced around Main Engineering to the hurried bodies running to
and fro working to get everything back under control. They all seemed
to be avoiding eye contact with the young, angry Captain. "And what of
the careless technician? Where is he or she?"

"I have put him on 3 weeks suspension I was also going to put a
reprimand on his permanent record…. I have him rereading some
engineering basics as well" the young engineer explained, adding "I
don't want anyone blowing up my ship".

"That is not enough." Rojac replied, matter-of-factly.

"Unfortunately that's about all I'm able to do Sir, short of spacing
him" Gustav replied knowing what the Captain said was true even though
he was the CEO Gustav could only mildly discipline Ensign Krebore.

"This crewman shall not get away with a homework assignment and a slap
on the wrist, Lieutenant. He endangered the lives of tens and thousands
of civilian and Starfleet lives." Rojac answered. "I want you to
forward his crew record to my office as soon as possible. I am
removing his Special Forces designation, and transferring him to
regular Starfleet. There is no place is the SSF for ignorant
carelessness."

"Aye sir, will do, although I do think that removal from SSF is a
little harsh. I don't want him this ship anymore but couldn't you
transfer him to a starbase where it is nice and safe… far away from
anything that might explode." Gustav said hoping that the Captain
might listen to his recommendation.

Cropa made eyecontact with his CEO and squinted slightly. "I will take your reservations into account, Lieutenant. But I doubt any CO in the SSF would accept his transfer with a warp core breach on his record." The Captain turned to leave, and looked over his shoulder. "I want his record on my desk in one hour."

[End Log]

Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer

Lieutenant Gustav Kroitzer
Chief Engineer

USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

[USS Chimera] SD: 240907.04 Duty Log, Major Anya Xerxes || Nightmares Of The Past Part One||

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Start Log
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Anya paced in the waiting room wondering why she had been dragged all the way to Joint Defense Command Headquarters.  She should have been impressed by the fact that they  had sent an entire Ronin Class Ship to fetch her from Unity but she wasn't, she was all too aware that the top brass rarely did anything without cause.  No, something was afoot and they needed her to do something about it.  The question was though, what?

Daveed from where he was sitting looking placidly at where Anya pacing back and forwards had remained tight-lipped on the subject for the entire to Joint Defense Command Headquarters.  He spoke for the first time since beaming down  "Major if you continue pacing you'll wear a hole in the Admiral's carpets and I'm not so sure she's the forgiving type."

"Pacing helps me think Commander.  Besides one thing you'll never see is a fighter pilot sitting around idly doing nothing.  We're not wired that way."  Anya said automatically.

The door to the waiting room opened and an aide walked into the waiting room.  "Sir, Ma'am, the Admiral will see you now.  Please follow me."

Daveed stood and followed the aide out the room, Anya following behind him.  Evidently Daveed wasn't one for 'ladies first' chivalry.  They walked through a maze of corridors which seemed designed to confuse.  Anya thought to herself that given that this was a major seat of Federation power it was possibly a wise precaution.  Then again she was thinking in Erassian terms in a Federation world...the machine equivelant phrase was 'Does not compute.'

They entered the Admiral's Office and the aide announced them.  "Ma'am, Commander Daveed and Major Xerxes as you requested."  Both of the announced gave a sharp salutee.  After all you didn't take chances with annoying the brass...unless your surname was Ivanov of course. 

"Well let me get straight to business then.  It would seem that the war has reached a turning point, the Romulans are deploying Thelaron Weapons, the Breen are becoming more aggresive and this new race, the Muhareem have an agenda to play out.  There are however existing threats at our backs which need to be taken care of, for which both ourselves and our allies must be taken care of before we make a large scale offensive on the Romulans."  Admiral Janeway said looking as harsh as ever with her greying hair tied back in a severe bun.

A man stepped out from a recess in the wall in a dark coloured uniform saying "And it just so happens we in Alliance Intellence are in agreement with the Admiral here.  I think we have found a particularly large problem which needs to be permanently solved...someone I believe you would like removed from the equation too Major Xerxes."  He waved and the large wall screen displayed an image of a blond human male of mid to late thirties.  The image tag showed it was recorded aboard the USS McCoy during the battle of Aeren III when supposed 'Erassian splinter groups'  attacked the McCoy and assassinated the McCoy's XO.

Anya knew the face of this man, she knew this face all to well.  It was the face of someone who had cruelly denied her long sought happiness.  "Son of a bitch.  Colonel Vernier..."

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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

Admiral Kathryn Janeway (NPC Ixus)
CO
Joint Defense Command

Erassian Alliance Intelligence Officer (NPC Ixus)
Joint Defense Command Liason
Joint Defense Command

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[USS Chimera] SD 2409067.3 || Duty Log || MCapt Channer Davis ||

====== Some corridor, VIP Area, SB 234: UNITY=====

Three ODA members were running along the corridor with top speed, chasing their target. Two remaining ODA members followed somewhat slowly – acting like a backup in case unexpected accidents (like a fragmentation grenade) happening. The last ODA member stayed with LT. Mumacik in the VIP quarters questioning the second target.

The Marine Captain sauntered through the corridor, a debating between the holodeck and the gymnasium, but discarded both ideas when he saw a terminal that had the station's schematics.  He personally despised stations and starbases.  Immobile tin cans.  This one looked pretty advanced, from the looks of things.  VIP's loved to be surrounded by reminders of their creature comforts, and this terminal seemed devoted to this cause, rotating and spiraling the schematics, highlighting points of interest.

The COMM specialist was following the target on his tricoder … a small probe of the target's DNA was taken in the VIP quarters for identification and the leading signal was the comm. badge of Marine Captain Channer Davis. According the tricoder, they were almost behind their target now …

Turing around a corner, they've got visual contact.  Davis seemed not be armed, but first impressions were often wrong. ODA weapon specialist kneeled immediately down, aiming at the still unsuspecting man, while the sergeant called: "This is station's security! Do not move!"

Davis placed his hands behind his head, and turned to face the kneeling security officer, his heart beating searing hot blood through his veins, providing him the cool calm to deal with the situation.

"What's this about?"

"You are hereby arrested" announced the Sergeant. He approached the man with a certain level of care, since he was a seasoned marine and knew his danger while arresting an unknown individual.  "Your arrest was ordered by the Chief of Fleet leel security, he will answer all of your questions. Stand down for arrest and none will be hurt…"

Channer looked at the Sergeant. 

"Okay, Gunny.  Okay," he said, and knelt to the ground, and watched as the dutiful Sergeant made his way toward him.  Eh, how about some fun?  Just, zero body count, he reminded himself and waited until the ODA marine was within reach.

The Gunny made the mistake of keeping his weapon drawn to restrain Davis, perhaps due to nerves.  Instead of securing both wrists behind his captive's back, he simply cuffed one arm and reached for the other.  A willing arrestee would have complied, but Channer had no intention of going without a bit of a scuffle.  All truth be told, he needed a fight.

 Using his new leverage on his captor, Channer pulled the ODA marine towards him, snapped the weapon in his right hand away, and stood up rapidly into a headbutt aimed for the Gunny's face.  He had tripped, however, and Channer's attack landed on his chin, causing both of their visions to blur.  Channer relied on instinct to grab and slam his opponent on the ground, reversing the restraint to cuff the Gunny to a handhold in the corridor.

Channer stood up, dizzy, and pulled his combadge from his uniform and tossed it on the unconscious form at his feet, then began to run.  His head was just starting to clear when he rounded a corner, and walked face first into the butt of a phaser rifle.

Everything was dark, and he had no dreams.  Should really get into fights more often.


=/\=

M.Capt. Channer Davis
Chief of Security - Pending
USS Chimera
 
&

Unidentified ODA Marine
Station Security
NPC by Muma

[USS Chimera] || SB 234: UNITY || SD 240907.02 CoFLS Duty Log, LT. Mumacik

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

====== Fleet Level Security brig area, SB 234:
UNITY ======

Mumacik was looking at a certain person through a security
cam. The specified person was Marine Captain Channer Davis
and his occupation was simple. He was sitting on a small
bank … in a brig cell. Mr. Davis looked a bit bruised and
ruffled, Mumacik took is for granted that his encounter with
the ODA team chasing him wasn't a soft one. Mumacik was
not there when Mr. Davis was arrested; he was questioning
Lieutenant Clara Lloyd, UNITY's promenade quartermaster
assistant officer. Both officers were involved in a security
breach in the VIP quarters area. Two of the arresting ODA
members were somewhat bruised as well … and none of the
involved man looked particular happy about the encounter.

None-the-less, Mr. Davis was under arrest and it was
Mumacik's duty as Head of Fleet level security to question
him about the security accident. Lieutenant Lloyd stated
that both of them entered the VIP quarter by mistake and
meant no harm to anyone, having no criminal intentions. She
seemed to be quite unhappy about the whole event.

Mumacik had to agree with the young woman in one point. Such
an investigation (as now performed) would suit her service
record not well. In best case, her next promotion will be
delayed by six months; in case of declared guilty of
criminal intentions she could be degraded or released
without honor from Starfleet.

The case of Marine Captain Channer Davis was similar, but
slight better then for Ms. Lloyd. It was not him who
accessed the VIP quarters with his access codes, so he would
be spared of charge of office-powers misusage. Another issue
of importance was the fact that Mr. Davis was designated to
join the crew of USS Chimera as Chief of security. Such a
security accident would leave a bad shadow over the man who
was supposed to watch over the security of 1st Task Force
Flagg ship.

Walking over to the brig, Mumacik nodded to the two security
guards standing next to the brig (hey, this is a fleet
security area) and asked one to drop down the force field
sealing the brig. Once the force field was down, Mumacik
entered the brig. The force field was reactivated and
Mumacik took place in front of Mr. Davis. Holding a PADD in
his hand, he said: "Marine Captain Channer Davis, I am
Lieutenant Mumacik, Chief of fleet level security. I am here
to question you about the whereabouts of the security breach
in VIP quarters security area. Please notice that anything
you say now will be recorded and can be used against you in
this case. If you wish for the presence of a JAG department
member please state so now"

Before Davis could even answer, Muma's badge went alive:

"Lieutenant, Captain Cropa Rojac, Commanding officer of
USS Chimera is requesting access to Mr. Channer Davis"

Mumacik considered the request. Captain Rojac was Mr.
Davis's commanding officer and until officially charged,
he had the right to be present at the questioning of his
crew member. The rule was clear and was leaving no room for
doubts or questions.

+TAPS+ Mumacik here, please show Captain Cropa Rojac here +

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

<<OOC … hey folks, please feel free to log your view of
the event … ;-) >>

Lieutenant Mumacik
Chief of Fleet Level Security
SB 234: UNITY

[USS Chimera] SD 240907.01 || Padassa Station || Duty Log || Capt Chisulo

Hey,

Yes, I'm starting a JL with Rangi shortly. Wanted to do that earlier but then had internet issues (grrr). Chisulo could perhaps pick up what looks like the Qashqai's signature on long range sensors not too far away. Harker would have left from Padassa to the rendezvous (which isn't too far away from Padassa) so there might be a faint detectable warp trail that leads in the direction where the Qashqai's signature was detecting. (There would some other warp signatures as well to confuse things, since it's a trading station.)

Bren

[Bridge - Deck One - USS Detector]

"Sir." The science officer called to Chisulo. The Captain looked up to see a puzzled look on the young man's face. "I'm picking up a federation ship on long range sensors."

Chisulo was on his feet immediately, he pointed to the Operations Officer to monitor the sensor readouts of the Outpost as he made his way to stand behind the Science Officer. The young Bajoran Lieutenant focused the Detector's highly developed pallets on the suspicious coordinates and amplified the readouts on his screen for Chisulo to read.

"Just as I thought." Chisulo muttered aloud. "The Qashqai." He turned away and brought a hand to his chin. "What sector is that Lieutenant?"

"The X!Chi system, Captain." The bajoran replied. "They appear to be in orbit of an M-class planet."

Strange. Chisulo thought. If the Commodore was this close to Padassa station, why would he be three sectors away in the X!Chi system, just outside of the Romulan border. His son and the mother of his child were being held on this station - Or are they? He thought.

"Lieutenant," Chisulo started, a new urgency in his voice, "bring up an overlay of all detectable warp trails leaving the station."

The bajoran nodded, and moments later the screen was filled with bright red lines originating at the station. "Now," Chisulo said, "eliminate all trails that are not headed in the general direction of the X!Chi systems."

After a few moments, three quarters of the red lines disappeared leaving a red pizzslice taking up a corner of the screen. "Run these traces against the database on known freighter classes. If they match, eliminate them." Chisulo ordered, "Harker wouldn't take a freighter to encoutner Guzman. He's not stupid."

The Science Officer worked in a hurried frenzy. One after another, line after line disappeared from the sector map on the screen. Until there were onyl three left. Chisulo pointed to one, "This one appears to be taking on a patrol route of the border." He moved on to the longest, "This one appears to be making a run toward the klingon border, probably transmitting a message of some kind, but this one..." He dragged his finger to the shortest one on the screen, "... is suspicious. What happens to the signal after it passes into the Hrgok sector?"

"Nothing sir." THe Lieutenant replied. "It just stops. Perhaps they went under cloak?"

"Perhaps." Chisulo replied. "Can you tell what kind of ship it was?"

"It appears to be a Romulan scout class ship." The Lieutenant replied.

"Then keep an eye out for it on long range sensors. And keep your cross hairs on the X!Chi system." Chisulo ordered the bajoran science officer. He turned to helm, "Helm, set in a secondary course for the X!Chi system."

"Aye, Aye." The conn officer replied.

"Sir!" The Operations officer called out. "I'm detecting phaser fire on the station."

Chisulo turned toward the source of the voice. "Lock on to their signatures, beam out on their order!"

[End Log]

Captain Tedros Chisulo
Tactical Advisor
SSF First Taskforce

[USS Chimera] SD 240906.30 || CO's Duty Log || Capt Rojac ||

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

Cropa released a long sigh, and cradled the back of his head with the arms he held behind it as he reclined into the pillows stacked up against his headboard. His chest was tickled by the strand of long auburn-brown hair as Rayna laid her head atop his chest, with an arm drape doer his right shoulder. As far as Cropa was concerned, it had been a great morning.

"So," Rayna started turning over playfully and held her chin up with her hands,"what's next?"

"Who cares?" Cropa replied with a grin. Rayna laughed. "Well, I have to meet with Captain Rodgers and our new Security Chief. Until then, I was planning on a nice relaxing morning."

"Oh." Rayna smirked, in a manner very similar to Cropa's own. "Well, sorry about the first hour then." Cropa laughed.

She laid her bed back on his shoulder, and they looked out the viewport window towards the busy traffic frolicking to and fro the starbase and Aeran III below. It lase about five minute until their relaxing moments were lost in a blast of klaxons and emergency warnings.

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

The Captain was out of bed in an instant, running toward the wall panel opposite the bed in the nude. He tapped in the commands for a status report. The ships own warp core had read-outs within normal parameters, so what the hell was going on? He quickly crossed over to the bedside table and grabbed up his combadge. Rayna was sitting straight up with the covers gathered atop her chest. 

"Mr. Kroitzer," he shouted hurriedly into the communicator, "what the hell just happened?" Rayna had gotten up ad wa retrieving her clothes off the floor.

+One of my engineers was working on one of Xerxes Missiles when he somehow ruptured the antimatter containment.+ The young CEO replied.

"Take care of it; I'm on my way." Rojac replied, already heading toward his closet. Rayna handed him a pair of pants, and a red tunic after he slipped the on. It wasn't a full duty uniform, but under the circumstances it would have to do. He kissed her on the cheek and slapped the communicator on his chest before he headed out of the door. His Yeoman, Crewman Bio, was rushing to meet him as he rounded the first corner toward the turbolift. 

"Captain," Bio started, he noticed a pad clutched in her left hand. He didn't let her finish.

"Come with me." Rojac said, as the turbolift doors opened. He slid inside, the yeoman right behind him.

+Bridge to Captain Rojac.+ His combadge came to life. Bio's message would have to wait.

"Go ahead, Mr. Keyes." LtCommander Keyes was the officer of the watch on-duty during gamma shift. 

+Mr. Kroitzer had the damaged torpedo transported off ship a safe distance away. We are safe.+

"Very well. Stand down red alert. Contact UNITY and notify them of the situation. Send Captain Rodgers my apologies." Rojac said into the comm-line.

+Aye sir.+ Keyes replied. +Bridge out.+

Rojac quickly turned back to Bio. "You better have good news, Crewman."

Bio sighed sheepishly as the turbolift doors opened. Rojac headed out and made a left toward Main Engineering. "Well sir," The young Asian woman began, " Marine Captain Channer Davis is being held by UNITY Security for infiltrating station VIP quarters."

Rojac punched a wall panel as he continue down the hallway. "Son of a bitch." He took a deep breath, grit his teeth beneath his beard, and continued down the hallway. "This day just gets better and better." The doors to Main Engineering slid quickly aside as he approached, and he went inside.

[End Log]

Captain Cropa Rojac

Commanding Officer

USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

[USS Chimera] Weekly Sim Report #308 =/\= USS Chimera-C & SSF 1TF

=/\= Incoming Starfleet Special Forces Transmission =/\=
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                  - Starship Commanding Officer -
                    - Captain Cropa Rojac  -
                   - USS Chimera NCC 96899-C -
                   SD 240806.21 - SD 240806.27
                          SIM REPORT #308

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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 240806.21 - SD 240806.27.

19 logs (15 Active Crew, 1 Excused, 2 Unexcused, 2 On Leave, 0 Guest, 0 New, 9 Beta shift) 15 Total Crewmen.
 
Average logs per Week: 29.69 (-.14)
 
Chimerans!

Despite my worried letter to the OOC list, you guys managed to pull off a successful week. We miss Butch, Jess, and Jass; and we hope you guys can log this week. Shane, Rangi, Giella, and Tedros are busy setting the Chimera up for the next plot out on Padassa Station, so things will heat up plot-wise then. Until that time, either log R&R or send me a message requesting orders for this week.

But whatever you do...

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...

- Me agains, with 5 logs.

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- Log of the Week
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[USS Chimera] SD 240906.23 || Awards Ceremony Log || 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 - R&R. Send command a note if you want a "job".

UNITY - Setup for next plot.

• Qashqai - meet with Harker.
• Detector - what's happening with your infiltration of Padassa?
• Capt. Rodgers - when you get back, send Rojac a starter for their meeting.

LAST 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...

 

 

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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1. Gustav Kroitzer - Promotion to full Lieutenant. Technical Excellence Ribbon & Bronze Star for Valor (spacewalk during battle).

2. Anya Xerxes - Promotion to Major. Omega Cross Ribbon & Pallas Medal (forparticipation in negotiations). Bronze Medal for Service (OOC).

3. Rayna Dior - Rising Star Ribbon.

4. Butch (OOC) - Star Cross for Merit & Fleet Achievement Medal. [ And a big thanks for playing Capt Mayo! Lets hope you can reprise the role.]

5. Bren (OOC) - Fleet achievement Medal

6. Rangi (OOC) - Fleet achievement medal. 

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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 - _____

[Pending]

UNITY Summary - _____

Channer Davis arrived on board SB Unity to await deployment
to Chimera. He spent some time in the Bluenote Bar before
deciding it was time to find his quarters and with a little
persuasion, he soon found himself in the VIP Admirals
chamber with the company of a pretty lieutenant.


Early next morning, Lt Mumacik and a small team arrived to
check out the unauthorized access to VIP quarters. Despite
the risk of coming upon a compromising situation,
Mumacik...immune to such sensibilities...ordered his team to
storm the room where they found Clara in shocked silence and
Channer recently gone.

In Quorum space,Giellera and Chisulo brought the cloaked
Detector within transporter range of the Padassa station and
an elite intelligence infiltration specialists beamed aboard
in search of the captives.


Meanwhile,on board Qashqai, Shane accepted the call from
Harker who soon took pleasure in allowing Shane to see his
son. Harker offered to exhange the boy and Rangi in return
for Shane himself but Shane did not fall into the trap.
Harker had suspected he wouldnt and told Shane to follow
coordinates that would take him to a place he had been
before...through a multidimensional rift and an alternate
dimension. Shane had no choice other than to agree.


On the Padassa station, Rangis guards loosened one of her
restraints before being destracted by something outside the
room.

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- Quotes of the Week (by ____)

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[Pending]

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IRC Quotes (by ____)

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none.
==============================================
* 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 =/\=
=======================================================================
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

---------------------+---------------------+----+---+---+---+---+
Nick                 |                          

---------------------+---------------------+----+---+---+---+---+

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

                                          

                                        
---------------------+---------------------+----+---+---+---+---+
TOTALS               |
---------------------+---------------------+----+---+---+---+---+

Total Logs	17	21	18	19
Total Crew Logs	11	8	12	15
Total NPC Logs	6	11	6	4
Total Guest Logs	0	2	0	0
Weekly Log Count	8	10	11	12
Total Alpha Shift	7	4	10	9
Total Beta Shift	4	4	2	6
Total Crew Members	14	14	15	15

---------------------+---------------------+------+---+---+---+

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

---------------------+---------------------+----+---+---+---+---+
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] *********

Jun[27] *********

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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

[USS Chimera] || SB 234: UNITY || SD 240907.29 Duty Log, Commo. Shane Guzman

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

====== Transporter room, USS Qashqai
======

Wearing a light combat armour, Shane stood in the
transporter room, ready to step on the transporter platform
as soon as HELM announce the arrival at the given
coordinates. Shane was wearing a type IIIb phaser rifle as
well as a standard type II phaser … and a hidden small
type I phaser beneath his clothes. Harker was far from a
honest person and therefore Shane saw no point in acting
honestly as well.

Orders given to Qashqai's officer in charge – LtCmdr.
Asimov were simple. Once they will reach the given
coordinates, Qashqai will open a small window in her cloak
to beam Shane out the ship. Immediately afterwards, they
will cloak the window and change position at least by 100
km. Shane hoped that the Qashqai will stay hidden and
unharmed by a possible trap set by Harker. From what Shane
knew, Harker could have a handful of small ships ready …
but he doubted that Harker would have a wing of Warbirds at
his command. But maybe he was wrong …

Instructing his security forces, both regular security and
both ODA teams were ready to beam down and help, the only
problem was to contact the ship and tell them that he needs
help. Another security measure of Shane was to have medical
to implant him a tiny comm. device under his forearm skin.

Thinking about the coordinates gained from Harker, Shane
wondered how the hell Haker knew about his experience in an
alternate universe. The knowledge of the event was of course
written down in numerous reports Shane wrote for SSF and SF
Command, but such details were never published. It was VERY
strange that Harker knew about this place. The place was in
fact an abandoned ancient city, now only ruins … on a M
class planet hardly a light year away from their position,
still well in Quorum/Romulan space. The place had little
value, not even archeological and Shane was there only by
bad chance … in the alternate universe his ship crash
landed on the very planet, defending herself against a vast
enemy force.

Another thought that disturbed Shane was … what was
Harker's plan? It was obvious that Harker was about to
kill Shane. It was hard to reach him on UNITY, so he lured
him this far from federation space where the odds were in
his favour. He could have a dozen of henchmen hidden in the
ruins, just waiting for Shane to appear. Or he could just
wait in a cloaked ship for Shane to beam on the planet and
bombard it from the orbit. Half a dozen of high explosive
torpedoes and he could burn an area of 100km2 to ashes. The
only fact that was in Shane's favour was the hatred Harker
had for him. Shane hoped it was strong enough for Harker
wanting to speak with him before he will attempt to kill
him.

Shane did not believe in anything Harker said. He will sure
not release Martin nor Rangi. Their only chance was that
Shane will prevail over Harker (someway) and free them from
their captivity. The big question here was … how to do it.

Suddenly, the Comm announced: "Sir, we have reached the
specified coordinates. As far I can tell, there is no ship
in orbit and the ruin site shows no life forms. All is quiet
for now …"

"For now" Shane muttered.

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

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