[USS Chimera] [Backlog]SD240908.15 Joint Duty Log - Lt/Sgt CEO/QM Gustav Kroitzer and Vera Drake (NPC) - "Stealth Armor"

[Cargobay 2, USS Chimera-C]

Vera (NPC) was looking over where the armour needed to be placed and
what they needed to be connected to she then started realizing how
much work this was going to be. Looking around the cargo bay looking
for Lt Kroitzer hopefully to have him help her get everything
organized seeing that at this point of time he was the highest ranking
officer.

Gustav was inspecting the stealth armour's power connections just to
make sure that the interface would connect with the chimeras power
systems without any problem when he heard Sgt Drakes voice.

"Greetings Lt how would you like to move forward?" Vera asked knowing
what she would like to do but wanted to check in with him first.

"Hi there, first could you tell me what we have to work with?" he asked

"We've four worker bees able to hold a total of 12 people including
the pilot and co-pilot so I was thinking of 6 engineers and 6
operation personnel combination of officers and specialists." Vera
said handing a PADD with the carrying capacity including the
personnel.

Gustav looked over the PADD but wanted to make some changes "Every
thing seems good but may I suggest maybe 8 engineers and 4 ops
personnel as most the work will be carried out by my department, and I
figure that with that set-up we might be able to shave about 12hrs on
the fitting time."

"I agree the faster we can get this done the better." Vera said but
she also realized the faster they move the higher chance of something
going wrong, "but I want to test every armour after it gets attached
to make sure everything is working." Vera said deciding that she would
stay on the Chimera to make sure everything was going smoothly.

"I wouldn't want your guy's to skip their testing either, I'm quit
partial to not getting shot at" he said before adding "and I'll be
going to lead the efforts outside as I want to make sure that my
engineers are doing their jobs properly as well".

"Agreed." Vera said turning to face the everyone who was going to be

on the teams to get the armour attached, "alright everyone, listen

up." Vera said in a loud voice to make sure she got everyone's

attention. "Alright we've four worker bees that can hold 12 people

each worker bee well have 8 engineers and 4 operation officers
everyone else well stay on board to monitor the process and make sure
everything is running smoothly." Vera said. "The list of the personnel
who'll be on the worker bees well be on this screen here," Vera added,
"would you like to add anything Lt." Vera said turning to the Lt.

"Just one thing Sgt, I'll be out there with you so if I catch anyone
slacking off or taking short cuts on the work I will personally
disengage your magnetic boots and push you off into space… understood"
he said with a deadly straight face.

"Alright you heard the man do your jobs right and you won't be pushed out into space. Now find out what you're going to be doing and get to your positions and lets get started." Vera said stepping out of the way to allow everyone to see what they're going to be doing.

<To be continued......>

Lieutenant Gustav Kroitzer

Chief Engineer Officer

USS Chimera C

&

Sergeant Vera Drake (NPC)

Quarter Master

USS Chimera C (apb Aza)

--
Aza -- UCIP SIMMer

[USS Chimera] SD: 240908.15 || [Charlie Group] Necessary Actions Part 1 ||

Darrell Smith <erassianalliance@googlemail.com> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:

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Start Log
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*** Admiral's Bridge, EAS Hermes, Outside the R'veras System ***

Viktor looked over the details of his ragtag task force for hitting
the supply base. It was a mishmash of ships from different fleets and
all that the Alliance could spare from vital duties. He wasn't
supposed to be here, the original plan was for General Borden of the
Third Fleet to be here as he was stationed far closer but due to a
concerted Romulan assault on Borden's lines Viktor had been forced to
step up to the plate.

That wasn't the only reason for Viktor's discomfort though, in the
operational planning SSF was to have supplied a few ships for tactical
support during 'Charlie Group's' assault but he had had to fight to
get the services of a mere flight of experimental fighters. They had
however been gracious enough to provide a strategic advisor in the
shape of Captain Chisulo and a small unit of so called 'elite' marines
who had orders to provide a 'Forward' Observation Post for Erassian
Alliance artillery to be directed...from a runabout in orbit.
Naturally this location was going to be exactly where his ships would
be for the bombardment itself so their 'forward' was relatively
unhelpful. Had he been feeling more malevolent he would have given
more thought to sending a 'wayward' missile in their general
direction, the real forward observation was to be provided by a unit
from the Light Infantry Division in a ground observation post inserted
two days ago.

The ships themselves were the EAS Hermes (Carrier, 2nd Fleet) itself,
EAS Poseidon (Cruiser, 2nd Fleet) from his fleet, EAS Apollo (Cruiser,
3rd Fleet), EAS Achilles (Destroyer, 3rd Fleet), EAS Ieyasu Tokugawa
(Destroyer, 1st Fleet) and the EAS Ostia (Intelligence, 1st Fleet).
Out of the lot, the only truly modern ship was the 5th Gen. EAS
Hermes, the rest were 4th Gen. On the upside they were tried and
tested craft but they lacked a little in firepower and durability,
that being said Viktor would sooner take his chances with half a dozen
antique 3rd Gen. ships than what Starfleet likely would have provided.
Speaking of which...

"Captain Chisulo, good of you to come to witness our portion of
Operation Magna. I do hope it won't be too objectionable if we kill
some Romulans and their allies this time. If Narendra hasn't put you
off these sorts of things that is?" Viktor said as the SSF Captain
stepped onto the Admiral's Bridge of the Hermes.

"Killing is part of the plan, General." Chisulo said, giving the
general a salute. "The more we kill the bigger the distraction, and
the better your benefits become. It's a win-win situation, General."

"Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori." Viktor muttered then said
louder. "I'm not sure everybody would agree with that description.
This is a strategic target as it is the most forward Romulan Supply
Base in the region and also has a number of underground munitions
factories and ammo dumps. A useful target with benefits from its
demise to both the Alliance and Federation, not what I'd call a
distraction in the least. The Federation Council may consider this
smaller target less important than the base Bravo Group are attacking
but bear in mind the Alliance is small and only has limited resources
to spare. These are the limited resources we have for today." Viktor
handed over a padd with the lineup of ships.

"I did not know your Task Group was short on vessels, General."
Chisulo said, referring to the padd in his hand detailing the ships
involved in the assault. "Would you like me to petition UNITY for
reinforcements?"

"A formal request was already made and declined and whilst I am quite
sure your request would fall upon more attentive ears than our request
did, there is no point. By the time the reinforcements arrived it
would already be too late, so we have no other choice than to use what
we've already got. I do have one thing you can do before we arrive
although you won't like it." Viktor said.

"How may I be of service, General?" Chisulo asked.

Viktor handed over a padd with a list of seventeen names seven
highlighted in light blue "The names of the people highlighted in
light blue are from the Federation. Five are from your Marine
Expeditionary Force and two are from Starfleet Intelligence. I need
you to write condolences to their next of kin."

"I'm sorry, General?" He said, unsure of whether he heard Viktor
correctly or not.

"The people on that list are held in a facility in the deepest part of
the base assuming that is the Romulans haven't already executed them.
They may not be dead but they very soon will be so a note to their
families wouldn't be remiss." Viktor said bluntly.

"No attempt is being made to rescue these individuals?" Chisulo asked.

"No attempt will be made to rescue them." Viktor replied.

"When will preparations for the attack be complete?" Chisulo asked - a
plan already cooking in his head.

"Less than two hours." Viktor said.

"I will lead recon group to the base, General." Chisulo said. "We will
get in, discover if thee individuals are alive or not, and then get
out before the assault begins."

Viktor began to speak in a deep tone before he was interrupted "Captain..."

"I will take the Starfleet Marines providing the forward observation.
You do have a primary forward position on the planet's surface - do
you not?" Chisulo said. "They're are an unnecessary redundancy. And a
small group making an orbital drop infiltration will hardly be noticed
by Romulan atmospheric sensors."

Viktor replied in a commanding voice "But they will be noticed by the
base sensors. Where there's soldiers there's a shuttle, where there's
a shuttle there's a ship. So as I said no attempt will be made to
rescue them. If we alert the base then the mission plan could fail.
I've already looked at options for an extraction but analysis
indicates that casualties will outnumber those saved even in the best
possible scenario. No Captain, a rescue mission is out of the
question."

"I know its not desirable to leave people there to die but it is
necessary. As a former ship Captain you know it's sometimes necessary
to sacrifice a crewman to save the ship. As a General it's worse you
have to bear the burden of responsibility for not just one ship but
many and plan not just for the coming battle, but for the one after
that and the one after that. Beyond that I have not just the lives of
the people in the fleet riding on this but the lives of the twelve
billion citizens of the Alliance on my shoulders. As the great
Athenian General Alcibiades once said 'I follow a goddess and her name
is Necessity'. Hate me if you must Captain, have the families of
those people sue me and the entire Alliance but there will be no
rescue mission." Viktor said forcibly his all green eyes boring into
the Starfleet Officer in front of him.

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End Log
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General Viktor Ivanov
Erassian 2nd Fleet CO
EAS Hermes

Captain Tedros Chisulo
1TF Tactical Advisor
SB 234: Unity

[USS Chimera] SD 240908.15 || Departure Joint Log ||

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

Captain Cropa Rojac strode through the sliding doors from his Ready Room into his favorite room on the starship - the Bridge.

"Attention on deck." Ian said in a loud voice when the Captain entered the bridge. Snapping to a teacher

"As you were." Rojac said loudly as he approached the Command Chair to relieve Major Walters. "Major Walters." He said with a nod. Scott rose and stepped aside.  "All but seven crew members have reported aboard.  They have been listed as AWOL and have warrants now issued for their arrest.  All cargo legitimate and otherwise has been loaded and secured.  We have a full compliment of torpedoes and fighters, plus a platoon of MEF.  We're ready for the off."

"Thank you, Major." Rojac said, and then took his seat. "Lieutenant Dior, set a course for the Karador Sector. Put us behind the second planet's moon."

"Aye sir." Rayna replied. "Laying in course." She tapped for a few moments, before turning back around in her chair. "Course set, sir."

"Captain, our last reports from the Karador Sector indicate several subspace distortions throughout the region which may affect warp travel," Lt Carpenter reported from the science station.

Rojac nodded. "All the better to hide with, Lt Carpenter. Commander Levison, negotiate with UNITY control for our departure. Lieutenant Vaughn, coordinate with the Rapier and Eagle. Give them our destination."

"Understood sir," Levison nodded in response, shifting his attention to the communications section of his recently reconfigured console: "Dock Master, this is the Chimera requesting clearance to leave dock."

"Acknowledged Chimera, clearance is granted. Good hunting," came the response over the overhead speakers on the bridge.

"We have clearance, Captain. Moorings retracting and docking clamps have been disengaged for us," Mike reported with a half-smile.

Ian started the the procedures of undocking the Chimera from UNITY it didn't take long once after speaking with the control tower. "Alright we're clear of UNITY." Ian said closing the link to the control tower and then running some quick checks on some systems making sure everything is running smoothly.

Rojac nodded. "Bridge to Engineering."

Gustav was making final adjustments to the intermix chamber when his comm badge went off "Engineering here" he replied.

"Are you ready for departure, Lieutenant?" Rojac asked. "I want warp eight and the stealth plating engaged."

"The stealth plating is ready when you are and the warp drive will be at your disposal in about 2 seconds" Gustav said while finishing his adjustments.

"Thank you, Lieutenant. Keep me posted. Bridge out." Rojac replied, ending the comm. "Lieutenant Dior. Take us out."

"Aye sir." Dior called back. "Reverse RCS thrusters engaged." She gently pulled the large century class vessel from docking pylon c, and through the starboard thrusters online to bring the ship in alignment with its flight plan. "Quarter impulse engaged," she said, "the Rapier and Eagle are in formation. We're clear of the no-warp zone."

Rojac turned to his new Erassian XO. "Mr. Walters, you have the honors." Scott nodded "Thank you Captain.  Lieutenant Dior, warp engines approved, jump to warp."

Rojac stood, admiring the streams of stars on the viewscreen before him. He turned back to Major Walters, "Major, summon the Senior Staff and LtMajor Shao in the conference room in half an hour for our mission briefing."

Scott nodded "Aye Captain" and moved over to the XO's seat pressing the communications controls and selecting the required recipients. "Chimera Senior Staff and MEF Unit CO this is the XO, report to Conference Room in thirty, repeat three-zero minutes for briefing. That is all."

"Thank you Major. You have the conn." Rojac headed for the door so that he could prepare for the briefing.

[End Log]

Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer

Major Scott Walters
Executive Officer

Commander Mike Levison
Chief Tactical Officer

Lieutenant Ian Vaughn
Deputy Chief of Operations
(apb Aza)

Lieutenant Mercedes Carpenter
Deputy Chief Science Officer

[USS Chimera] SD 240908.15 || Joint Log || Capt Rojac (CO), Maj Cortez (CSec), & LtMaj Shao (MEF Platoon CO) ||

[Transporter Room 1 - Deck 4 - USS Chimera NCC 96899-C]

Captain Cropa Rojac and Major Richard Cortez stood in front of the transporter stage awaiting the arrival of LtMajor Dare Shao. Operation had finished preparing Cargo Bay three and now it was a fully stocked Marine Barracks awaiting the arrival Shao's team.

"The Major is reporting ready for transport, Captain." The transporter chief informed the Captain.

"Thank you, Chief." Rojac said. "Energize."

The blue swirls of the transporter faded and the tall Lieutenant Major got her first look at the Chimera.  She was alone, her platoon and the team she was taking onto the Romulan base were still preparing themselves.  She was here to ensure everything was ready for them.  She stepped off the transporter padd and stopped in front of what was obviously the Captain.

She saluted him sharply, her face expressionless.

"Lieutenant Major Shao, welcome aboard the USS Chimera." Rojac said.

Richard blinked as the  Ka`Leigh materialzed in front of him.  He had never met one of her species before and was amazed at how white, almost porcelain like her skin was.  He nodded his head in agreement. "Greetings", he added.

The salute dropped and she nodded a greeting to both men as her eyes took in her surroundings, memorizing each and every detail.  It was habit, working out an escape route to every room she entered.

"I am Captain Cropa Rojac, and this is my Chief of Security Major Richard Cortez. He will be your liasion to the ship for the duration of your mission aboard the Chimera." Rojac said. "He will also be  leading the demolitions team during our upcoming mission."

Cortez spoke up, "If your team needs anything, please don't hesitate to ask me", he said.

Finally, she spoke.  "Use of your holodecks would be greatly appreciated. There is only so much weapons training my people can do before we damage your cargobay beyond repair."  She offered them a small smile.  "Also, any and all infomation regarding this base that you may have.  If this is to work, my team needs to know exactly whats going on."

Rojac couldn't help but smile at the curtness of the Ka'Leigh. "Holodeck Three on deck 10 will be set aside for your squad's needs." Rojac said. "But as for the base itself - there is not a lot of information I can give you. We will be the first ones there. The only data we have been able to collect is the throngs of traffic coming to and from the Stellar Nursery." Rojac said. "I can say more at the briefing after we depart. You are welcome to attend Major."

Dare inclined her head.  "We will peruse that infomation then and I shall attend your meeting."  While they discussed the platoon, she was already going over tactics in her mind.

Cortez chimed in,  "There is one thing I need from you Major", he began, "I will need an accurate roster of your team forwarded to my office, as well as any special needs they may have",  he paused for a second,  "Any weapons that they want to bring on-board must be cleared by me first, I know how operators can sometimes take liberties with their gear", he

smirked.  "I also must ask you and your team to familiarize yourself with the rules onboard the Chimera, I would hate to have to place any of your team in the brig until we reached our destination", he licked his lips, "If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask".  He added.

Dare turned her gaze to Cortez, her iris-less eyes burning holes in him. She'd forgone the contacts today, she was sick of the iritation.  "I have already logged the roster for my team.  You will need to check your computer system for it.  But from experience, I know Federation paperwork can take its time."  She just about sneered the word Federation despite working for them.  "We have no need for you to clear anything," she continued.  "I will send you a list of what equipment my team is bringing with them, but we will not wait around for you to clear it.  Anything we bring, we'll need.  No if, buts or maybes."

It was not easy for her to speak Federation basic and she sounded more formal than usual.  "The rules of this ship will not be needed, either. There will be no interaction between my team and the crew of Chimera.  I will not allow my team to be distracted by non-combantants such as your crew."  She knew she sounded petulant, but she didn't care.  She had her orders and she couldnt let anyone interfer with those orders.  She also had over 100 years on combat experience, she certainly wouldn't be letting anyone think they could just order her around.

Cortez smiled.  He'd dealt with people like her before.  Just another hot shot dike overcompensating for her lack of testosterone.  He glanced at the Captain and then back at the female standing in front of him.  "I'm sorry, but my directions are not open for debate Major", Richard said matter of factly.  "Your equipment will be inspected before it is allowed onboard, as the security of this ship and the safety of its crew is my foremost concern", he continued, "Unless that is the Captain deems it not necessary", he looked at Rojac wondering if he was going to back him up or give in to the alien.

"I'm sorry Major Shao, it is protocol. I assure you, Major Cortez is much more reasonable and expedient than UNITY security." Rojac said. "But do me a favor, Lieutenant Major. Do not refer to my crew as non-combatants. Many of this ship's crew sacrificed their lives in the Battle of Aeran III - the first battle of this war - and since then the Chimera has been the ship with the most combat time against Romulan and Breen threats. We may not be wearing green, Major, but we've seen battle countless times and survived. Like it or not, we are all Special Forces - and we must work together on this mission."

"I may not be your commanding officer, but when you are on my ship - you follow my rules or you get off." Rojac said. "I would hate to tell General Sharpe you weren't able to complete your mission because you couldn't play nice with the other marines." The Captain turned to Major Cortez, "Show her to the cargo bay. We depart in two hours."

"Right this way", Cortez said as he held out his hand in the direction of the cargo area.  "On our way there I'll show you where holodeck 3 is", he grinned almost mockingly, "and if your real good I might even let you push the button in the turbolift".

[End Log]

Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer

Major Richard Cortez
Chief of Security

USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

&

Lieutenant Major Dare Shao
Platoon Commander
SSF First MEF

[USS Chimera] SD240908.15 || Personal Log || Major Cortez

=/-\= CSEC OFFICE =/-\=

Cortez looked over the roster. It was amazing to him that Lieutenant Castillo would dare presume to make recommendations to the roster for his away team.  Three of the members on the team had prior experience in demolitions and infiltration.  One was a former failed pilot, the other a medic, and the last was a cadet straight off the boat.

 

"Jesus" he moaned aloud from his office, likely someone downstairs would hear if it wasn't for the sound proofed glass.

 

Infiltration of a Romulan stronghold, cooperation with another special forces unit and demolitions of said stronghold.  This was a tricky mission for one reason alone, you had to be able to hold up against scrutiny and be quick on your feet. Not to mention they still hadn't been formally briefed yet.

 

Special Forces were a cut above the rest, but there was a major difference between a Special Forces Cadet and a Special Forces Weapons Specialist. One was trained to stand straight, be quiet and learn and the other was trained to snap your neck whilst he smiled at you in the mirror.

 

Slipping out of his office the back way Cortez made his way out of the security offices. He often enjoyed slipping out of the back whilst nobody was looking, it made it all the more amusing when Private First Class Joe Schmoe was chiming at Cortez's office to no avail.

His destination was the holodeck where he had his security staff honing their hand to hand combat skills in rotating shifts.  The rest of the security staff were busy scrambling around the ship. Ducking through Jeffry's tubes and over other obstacles.  The ship still needed to be checked over one more time for any bad guys that may have snuck aboard.  The rest of the them were directing regular crew members about the ship in one last security sweep so Cortez could deliver Rojac his personal security seal of approval.

Entering the holodeck he quickly stepped to the side and stayed to the rear.  The fighting was fierce, but not to the point that caused injury.  If you lost the fight, you knew it.  He stood back with his arms crossed surveying the fighting.  It  wasn't often that they were called upon to use hand to hand skills  since most of the fighting was done from a distance with phasers.  But every now and then you were put into a position where not knowing how to defend yourself without a weapon could mean your life.  Richard was just about to turn to check on the others when some random voice came over the comm, "Major Cortez,  Operations is done with Cargo Bay three".  

"On my way", Cortez responded and just as quietly as he had entered, left the holodeck and made his way to the cargo area.


=/-\= END LOG =/-\=

Major Richard Cortez
USS Chimera
CSEC

 

[USS Chimera] [Titan] SD240908.15 | Joint Log | MGen Sharpe & First Battlion CO's

=/-\= Briefing Room, USS Titan =/-\=
 
There were four individuals seated around one end of the elongated table in the the Titan's main observation lounge. Klingon Lieutenant Korgath representing Fox Company sat at the aft-side of the head of the table; the Klingon male had been a member of Easy Company before promoting up and taking command of Fox. Captain zh'Thania of Charlie Company sat across from him at the interior of the room; she had been transferred in to Second Battalion from an exterior unit. Beside her sat Captain S'Valak, the Vulcan commander of Dog Company.
 
That only left Captain Spiers, the only human of the company commanders, who sat next to Korgath facing towards the interior of the Galaxy-class vessel. The meeting had been called half an hour beforehand, and the commanders had assembled quickly. They knew what this was about. When the flotilla reached Passada they would need a plan of action, and now was the time to formulate one.
 
The room was silent as they waited for the meeting to begin.

"Ten-hut!" Someone shouted, and everyone snapped to attention as Richard walked into the room, followed by Colonel Strayer.
 
"As you were." Richard said, taking his place at the head of the table, remaining standing as he placed a PADD down on the desk. "In roughly thirteen hours, we will be arriving at Padassa station, where we will assume our role as the garrison of Padassa in support of the Klingon forces and the Erassian units already there."
 
"I suspect you'll all be wanting your marching orders." Richard said, looking at everyone, then activating the holo-projector in the middle of the desk to bring up the holo-graphic representation of the station. "Charlie Company will hold the command decks here..." Richard said, and the upper decks flashed in accord to his vocal statement.
 
"Understood, General," zh'Thania replied with a curt nod of acknowledgment. It was rumored that she had come from a long line of military officers dating back to the Andorian Imperial Guard. Her reputation in battle long preceded her.

"Dog Company will hold the engineering section on the lower decks here." Richard said, and the lower sections flashed.
 
"It will be done, sir," S'Valak said in an expected Vulcan monotone. For years Spiers had marveled at how efficient the Vulcan soldiers had been in combat. In fact, he had even taken up learning some of the easier suppression techniques from S'Valak himself over the past year or so.

"Fox will be holding the residential sections in the middle of the station, here." Richard said, and the mid-section flashed.
 
Korgath grinned widely at the thought of the coming battle and replied, "It will be a good day to die, General!"

"Lastly, Easy Company will be in reserve and ready to deploy rapidly where necessary." Richard said. "I will be joining Easy Company personally, and Colonel Strayer will be co-ordinating marine operations with Major Westbourne in command."

Looking around at the company commanders, Richard then said; "Any questions?"
 
Sharpe's last statement caused Captain Spiers' breath to catch in his throat. The general would be joining Easy? That put a good deal more into an already stressful situation for the young Captain. The man prayed being responsible for such an important, high-profile flag officer would not distract him (or his men) from their objectives.
 
Finally he cleared his throat and spoke up, "Sir, if we outnumber so the Klingon and Erassian garrison by so many, would it not be more practical for them to work in support of us, rather than the other way around?"
 
"Ideally, yes." Richard said. "However, diplomacy is a fickle mistress, and as far as the diplomatic service is concerned, we are going in to support the Klingon & Erassian militaries in the defense of their station. Our orders are to give both the Klingon's and the Erassian Guard our full and complete support."

"Yes, sir," Spiers said, even though he thought it ridiculous that such diplomatic matters were taking precedence over military strategy. Diplomacy belonged in capitol buildings, not the field of battle. "Easy'll get it done, sir."
 
"I have no doubt of that, Captain." Richard said. "Any further questions?"
 
The group responded in a chorus, "Sir, no, sir."
 
"Alright, get your troops sorted out and squared away." Richard said. "Dismissed."

 

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

 

Major General Richard Sharpe

Commanding Officer

First MEF

 

Marine Captain Ronald Spiers [NPC apb DK]
Company Commander, Easy Company
2nd Battalion, 1st Regiment, 1st MEF

 

Marine Captain Selata zh'Thania [NPC apb DK]
Company Commander, Charlie Company
2nd Battalion, 1st Regiment, 1st MEF

 

Marine Captain S'Valak [NPC apb DK]
Company Commander, Dog Company
2nd Battalion, 1st Regiment, 1st MEF

 

First Lieutenant Korgath [NPC apb DK]
Company Commander, Fox Company
2nd Battalion, 1st Regiment, 1st MEF

[USS Chimera] SD 240908.15 | USS Chimera | Joint Log, Lt Fisher & Lt Carpenter

*** CMOs Office * USS Chimera ***

" It's ok ..errr....."

"Angela Simmonds Sir."

"..Angela. I know its not your fault..just let me know as
soon as the itinery is complete."

 " Yes Sir...thankyou Sir"
The young technician waited a moment more then turned on her
heel and headed for the door, almost colliding with someone
hovering outside.

Scott closed his eyes and gave his head a shake. This was a
nightmare!
He sighed and looked back at the padd Angela had handed to
him a few minutes before.
He understood that Alexander Rice had been under alot of
pressure in the couple of days before he left and that
probably explained the few minor catastrophes that had
greeted Scott when he'd arrived as a replacement but sorting
them out when the clock was ticking away the hours to
departure was not a good start.

He scrolled down the padd, vaguely aware that someone had
entered his office and imagining it was Angela returned with
another query said, without looking up, " Yes?"
There was no reply but Scott frowned for he became aware of

a fragrance, a perfume and surely it was the same as...

"Excuse me, is this the Chief Medical Officer's office?"
Mercedes asked as she stood inside the door, full well aware
of where she was.

Scotts appeared not to believe his eyes when he looked up
but then a wide smile spread across his face as he got to
his feet and said: " This is a surprise...what are you doing
here?" He edged around his desk to step forward and greet
her.

Mercedes resisted the urge to give him a hug, knowing that
the glass walls of his office were open to all of Sickbay to
see through. Instead, she gave him a rather awkward pat on
the shoulder. "I wanted to surprise you," she said. "After
we talked last... I decided a little change was in order, so
I asked for a transfer to the Chimera. You're looking at the
new Deputy Science Chief."

" That's amazing!" he replied and couldnt have looked more
pleased than a cat who had just lapped up all the cream.
He too was aware that their meeting was open to view so
simply said. " Take a seat"   and gently touched  her arm to
propel her in the right direction, returning to his own
place.

"Thank you," Mercedes said as she sat down. "It's quite
exciting being back on the Chimera."

" A bit like old times." he agreed "...so ...you're new

department?"

"I've been brushing up on my science," she replied. "I'm a
bit rusty. The Chief of Science has given me some exercises
and tests to go through to make sure I'm up to speed with
the latest scientific developments. Needless to say I've
been doing a lot of reading the last 24 hours."

He nodded and watched her face for a moment or two thinking
that he wouldnt have believed it if half an hour ago someone
had told him Mercedes would be sitting opposite and chatting

to him before the end of the day.

- Hide quoted text -

" So..." he said "  Explain it to me please...I mean, you
didnt mention anything about planning a change when we met
in the departure lounge."

"No, it was a last minute decision," she said, feeling a
little self-conscious and not sure if she could tell him
that he was the main reason she was here... yet. "My
position with the MRI wasn't indefinite. It was likely I
would get a transfer or a reassignment, and I decided I
wanted  a new challenge."

He nodded to her, thinking that it was a reasonable
explanation but feeling slightly disappointed that that was
the only factor behind it.
 He flashed a quick smile. " Well we all need challenges
from time to time." he said "....and at the moment mine is
to get all our supplies on board before departure."

"I've heard there have been some delays," she replied.
"Apparently there was an issue with security's weapons
transfer as well. Luckily for now my job is just to make
sure I know what's going on in the department and to know my
chronotons from my chronometrics." Mercedes laughed a little
at her joke, then added, "If you need some help, let me
know."

" I'll sort it, don't worry...but thanks for the offer, I'll
keep it in mind." He gave a warm smile.

"Then I will leave you to it," Mercedes said as she stood
up. "I should get back to my reading. LtCmdr Ra-Zerphimi
also wants me to do a chart update before we leave."

Scott stood too but with a frown asked: " Is that your job
too?"

"Normally a stellar cartographer would do it, but I think
he's trying to break me in gently," she smiled. "I'll stop
by again tomorrow, if you're not too busy."

"I'm never too busy to see you." he replied moving around
the desk nearer to where she was. " You know that." he
added.

** End Log **

Lieutenant Scott Fisher
Chief Medical Officer
-
Lieutenant Mercedes Carpenter
Deputy Chief Science Officer
-
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

[USS Chimera] SD: 240908.14 Joint Duty Log, Capt. Tedros Chisulo/Amb. Alecto Ayanami

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[VIP Shuttlebay - SB 234: UNITY]

Tedros Chisulo walked through the airlock doors to the landing pads of
the VIP Shuttlebay. He carried a type II phaser in a hip holster, and
a large duffel bag over his shoulder. Ambassador Ayanami told him to
meet her at pad 05 to begin their transit toward a rendezvous with
Charlie Group of Operation Magna.

He found the Ambassador four pads down the line, and walked briskly in
her direction.

Alecto sensed him arriving long before he entered. Without turning
when he approached she said "Captain Chisulo, all set to enter the
fire again?"

"Greetings, Ambassador." Chisulo said with a nod. "I am packed and
ready for transit."

"Well not quite what I meant but close enough. We'll Shuttle over to
the ACS Shadow which will take us to the Battle Group for the attack.
The four Z-105 Assault fighters and their pilots have already been
moved over to the Shadow it awaits only us now." Alecto said to
Chisulo finally turning to look at him.

Chisulo nodded. "Then I don't think we should keep them waiting." He
gestured down the walkway with a slight bow. "After you, Ambassador."

Alecto moved down the walkway fairly sure that she wouldn't like the
answer to what she was going to get from her next question. "What is
the Federation's end goal from the War against the Romulans? I ask
because the higher echelons of the Erassian Government have some
serious doubts over Federation commitment to this war."

"Politics is not a place for a professional military officer,
Ambassador." Chisulo replied. "But I do not think the Federation wants
to conquer all of Romulan space - we have enough trouble keeping the
planets we have in line. We will fight to end the aggression, that I
assure you." He glanced over to his side at the attractive hybrid
woman, "I apologize if that is an unwelcome answer."

"I'm not asking you as a politician, I'm asking you as a military
officer about the military goals are for the end point of this war.
And as we both know Military and Political goals are two entirely
different creatures." Alecto pressed.

Chisulo looked at the Ambassador's deep green eyes questioningly,
unsure of what she was trying to get him to say. So he answered in the
best way he knew how, tactically; "Romulans tend to fight ideological
based wars of total victory. They will not stop until the goals
they've set as a nation are accomplished or are deemed impossible to
meet. To counter this threat, the Federation should show equal resolve
to disable the Romulan fleet's supply lines, mobility and control
centers. That would be the bet way to militarily pacify the Romulan
threat." Chisulo answered, finally turning away from the searing green
stare. "But the Federation rarely follows through with total military
pacification - and historically it settles on diplomatic means to end
a war in an effort to preserve the balance of power."

"The military can only advise the civilian government, Ambassador."
Chisulo said. "We have no direct control over the direction of policy.
We simply accomplish the goals the President and Council set in
place." He stopped in front of the ramp up to the Shuttle and turned
to fully face the Ambassador. "Were it my place, Ambassador, I would
take this fight all the way to Romulus. We have fought the Empire
enough already, and it is time to eliminate the threat. Though I doubt
many on the council would agree with my position."

"Indeed it is not the place of the military to direct the policy of a
civilian government but it should advise and influence it's decisions.
Military officers are after all experts in their viewpoint and this
should be represented just as vigorously as any lobbyist group. The
Alliance government happens to be mostly in agreement with your
opinion. Our long term goal is to ensure the effective full scale
disarmament of the Romulan Military for no less than three
generations. As all of us, the Federation Council included are aware
that each time the Romulans are given an inch they take a mile. They
honour no peace or treaty and have been proven to use outlawed weapons
of mass genocide to wipe out entire planets. To hesitate to follow
through to conclusion is ensuring the future loss of thousands if not
millions or billions of lives. That Captain is what needs to be
impressed upon them when they hesitate to act." Alecto said as she
entered the shuttle.

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Captain Tedros Chisulo
1TF Tactical Advisor
SB 234: Unity

Ambassador Alecto Ayanami
Erassian Ambassador to SSF
SB 234: Unity

[USS Chimera] [BackLog]SD240908.13 Joint Duty Log - Capt/Lt CO/Acting COps Cropa Rojac and Ian Vaughn (NPC) - "Daily Reports"

[Deck 1 - Captain's Ready Room, USS Chimera-C]

"Ensign take the Ops console." Ian said stepping aside and walking down to the Captain's Ready Room he needed to speak to the Captain about Jade being on medical leave and that the cargobay was ready for the Marines as well as the armor as arrived. Vaughn hit the chime and tried to calm his nerves this was the first time meeting with the CO, he's done it plenty of times before but for some reason this was different.

"Come." Came the Captain's automatic response - and the doors slid obediently aside.

Walking into the ready room Vaughn looked around the ready room always enjoying seeing how CO's decorated them he walked up to the desk and saluted the Captain, "morning Captain I have some updates for you." Vaughn said standing at attention until the Captain said at ease.

"At ease, Mr. Vaughn." Rojac said. "Now, what updates are you referring to?"

"The first one is that MCapt Jade Reese needs to stay on UNITY for medical reasons and that I will be stepping in for her." Ian said taking a moment to bring up the next thing on the PADD and then handing it to the CO, "the cargobay for the Marines is ready and they can move in whenever they want." Ian said taking a moment to allow the CO to look over that.

Roja glanced over the report on the padd. The cargobay looked to spec on the padd, hopefully when he and Cortez escorted Shao there it would look okay in person. "Good work, Mr. Vaughn."

"Also we've just received the stealth armor plates and Sgt Drake along with the XO, Wing CO and Lt Kroitzer are working on adding them to the Chimera as we speak." Ian said finishing up with the updates.

"I saw that." Rojac said, "Those Tarangor workerbee Captain's waste no time. Do you have any estimates on when the installation and initial tests will be complete?"

"48 hours at max." Ian said, "and knowing the Sergeant she'll probably have it done sooner and done well." Ian said smiling having worked with the Sergeant before she was also transferred to the Chimera. "The tricky part is the attachment of the plates in the right places but we've a good engineering and operations crew working on it."

Rojac nodded. "Excellent work, Mr. Vaughn. I will hold you to that assessment. Is there anything else?"

"No that's about it." Ian said knowing that he could've sent in a report on a PADD but he wanted to speak with the CO face to face so he would know who was going to be the acting Chief Operations Officer.

"Very well then." Rojac replied. "Marine Captain Reese has left you some big shoe to fill, but I'm confident you'll be able to fill them. She spoke highly of you in her last performance evaluation. You have a good team underneath you, rely on them. And if you have any questions, Mr. Vaughn, you obviously know where my office is."

"Thank you sir." Ian said swallowing a lump in his throat knowing all to well how big the shoes he had to fill where and also knew that he had a very good department underneath him. "I do and thank you again." Ian said he then saluted and walked out of the ready room and back to his post.

"Dismissed, Mr. Vaughn." Rojac nodded. Then he flipped his desktop display back on to go over the tactical scans of the stellar nursery.

Back at his post he went over what the Ensign did which was mainly monitoring diagnostics and the work on being done on the Chimera. Looking at his Chronometer the next shift should be coming on within the next few minuets and he'll be able to go get some lunch and check in with Jade and see how she was doing.

Captain Cropa Rojac

Commanding Officer

USS Chimera-C

&

Lieutenant Ian Vaughn (NPC)

Acting Chief of Operations 

USS Chimera-C (apb Aza)

--
Aza -- UCIP SIMMer

[USS Chimera] SD: 240908.13 Joint Backlog, Maj. Anya Xerxes/Lt. Gustav Kroitzer, WCO/CEO

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Anya allowed Bren to wonder off back to his Unity Quarters to seek
some rest there before increasing her pace and catching up to the only
mildly ahead Leftenant Kroitzer. "So Kroitzer you going to tell me
exactly what happened in that bar or do I have to offer a greasy fried
egg roll?"

Still feeling the pain in his head Gustav looked back at the Major
"The egg sounds horrific but a bacon roll would probably help, then
I'll tell you what I remember Sir" he said.

Anya rapped him across the head with the padd hard enough to hurt even
without his hangover. "I've told you before you address me by rank.
I was also aware of your hatred of egg so it wasn't an offer it was an
ultimatum. I'm going to give you one more chance to tell me what
happened in that bar or my instructions are to stick you in Chimera's
brig until the new Chief of Security wants to train his department in
interrogation techniques. So your choice is clear honesty now or
stress positions and white noise...your choice."

"Honestly I'm not 100% sure on what happened Major but I will tell you
what I remember" he explained before telling Anya what he could
recall.

"Cmdr Ohmsford and myself where drinking quite heavily, having a good
laugh when I remember getting pushed from behind spilling my drink
over myself and the bar tender, I turned around and some things were
said, not to sure what and after that it sort of gets fuzzy" Gustav
said

"Cmdr Ohmsford and myself where drinking quite heavily, having a good
laugh when I remember getting pushed from behind spilling my drink
over myself and the bar tender, I turned around and some things were
said, not to sure what and after that it sort of gets fuzzy, but I do
remember the guy that pushed me was a pilot" Gustav said still feeling
the PADD's sting.

"Chickenshit bomber pilot, I know. Unfortunately for you were seen to
be the one who threw the first punch...or to be precise you head
butted the pilot after he squared up to you. Its one thing to get
involved in a barroom brawl it's another to start one. The brawl
itself will already go on your record and if you're extremely lucky
that nosy bureaucrat Mumacik won't manage to get the bar owners to
talk. Now me personally, I have no issue if you want to walk away
from a fight or if you wait outside and kick the shit out of the guy
in a dark alleyway. The important thing is don't bloody get caught. I
don't want to have to spring you from the joint and you
can bet your ass neither does the XO or Captain, understand?" Anya said.

"Normally I would have walked away Major, I don't know why I didn't on
this occasion, but I can tell you I don't want the embarrassment of
being in the brig … or a hangover as bad as this again" he said with a
weak smile.

"It's almost ironic as a Marine I'm supposed to be the muscle head and
you the Academy trained officer are supposed to be the shining beacon
of civilization and the great white hope of the Federation. Well
never mind let's go and get a drink. The CO's busy so that means the
next missions in the works so better drink up now because you won't
get another chance." Anya said shaking her head.

The thought of drinking more didn't appeal to Gustav very much but he
was willing to try the 'hair of the dog' and he wasn't up for refusing
Xerxes invitation to a drink so he agreed and followed her to the Riot
Bar

"You should enjoy this bar. Good music played loud and plenty of
cheap booze. Back to the agenda though I understand you have some of
my ASM ready for field testing?" Anya asked.

Gustav looked at Anya strangely then realised what she meant by ASM,
he also remembered that on an earlier encounter the Major told him to
call her Anya while off duty.

"I actually have all but one of your warp burst missiles ready Anya,
the last one will be finished… shortly".

"I wondered what engine design type you were going for. Flash
missiles are definitely good for the anti-ship role with a high hit
rate though accuracy does tend to suffer. As long as they can deliver
a large payload and meet the required standards, after initial field
tests I can request they be put into mass production. Just do me a
favour and don't breach the last one and blow up the ship." Anya said
with a wicked grin.

Gustav's look was clear to everyone "You heard then".

"Naturally, a breach incident isn't something you can keep quiet or
just brush under the carpet. Not to mention I make it my business to
know what's going on. No more passing it off to juniors then." Anya
said.

"Well I wouldn't worry, I'll finish it myself, as for the engine
design I'm using what is basically a modernised and miniaturized
version of the warp design that was in the phoenix, it should be just
slow enough to up accuracy but fast enough to royally screw those
green blooded bastards" he explained.

"How do you account for the increases in accuracy then and by how
much?" Anya asked expecting a detailed answer.

"Well when you launch the missile it travels at 0.5 of warp for about
1 seconds while it confirms it's target, then bursts straight to about
warp 2.6 hitting it's target before you can blink, in all computer
simulations this slight delay in going to warp increases accuracy by
around 73%" he said brightening up when talking about what he created.

"There's another reason you put a time delay on the missile. It stops
it ripping the wing off when it goes to warp. Increase the gap to 3
seconds and fighters can carry it." Anya replied.

"Ok Anya will do, it would be just a small change to the programming,
oh another thing I added but wasn't in the specs list you gave me was
a self destruct, in the event that the missile should miss it's target
there is a small but quite powerful charge that should destroy the
major components of the missile although there is a delay before it
goes off in the hope that if beamed on board a Romulan ship for intel
it will take some out" Gustav said with a grin.

"A Starfleet Officer with a sense for contingencies? I'd better be
looking out for four men on horseback next. Good work so far Leftenant,
if you're missiles are as good as you say you'll have a comendation in
your repertoire which won't put you to the front of the queue for a
straitjacket." Anya said with another evil grin.

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Major Anya Xerxes
Wing Commander
USS Chimera - C

Lieutenant Gustav Kroitzer
Chief Engineer
USS Chimera - C

[USS Chimera] SD 240908.13 SB Unity: Personal Log: Cmdr Summers / Martin Guzman

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*** Guzman / Summers Quarters * SB Unity ***

The call had disturbed breakfast time and Rangi had left
Martin dipping 'soldiers' into a soft boiled egg to answer
it.
Still chewing some toast, she read the brief message telling
her to report to transporter room 4 at 14.00 hours prepared
to board USS Quasar.
Glancing back to Martin who was wiping egg yoke off his
chin, she contacted T'Vel to tell her the time of transport
and to officially hand over the charge of both infirmaries
until further notice.That done, she returned to the table.

" Are you going away?" Martin asked watching her sit down.

She nodded. " Yes...for a while. I'm not sure how long
exactly."

Martin concentrated on scooping egg from its shell.
" Laura will come to stay until I get back." Rangi said.

" Ok." Martin replied matter of factly. He lifted his spoon
to his mouth, ate the egg and resumed digging for the next
spoonful.
"Will daddy be back soon?" he asked without looking up from
his work.

" Possibly." Rangi replied " He might get back before me or
we might arrive together."

Martin shovelled another spoonful, set down his spoon
picked up the empty eggshell, turned it over and placed it
back in the eggcup.
" I've got another egg!" he declared and grinned at Rangi.

" So you have." she replied smiling back to him.

They soon finished the meal without further mention of trips
away or coming home and not for the first time, Rangi
wondered just what exactly Martin thought about it all.
He rarely seemed concerned about either Shane of herself
leaving him, although he was always very glad to see them
return.
He was well cared for in their absence and his daily life
continued along a normal pattern as possible but even so,
Rangi thought that he was sometimes 'too' accepting of it
all.

When breakfast had been cleared away, Rangi said she must
pack a holdall with things she would need for her journey
and gladly agreed to Martins offer of help although it took
twice as long as it would have taken her if she had done it
all herself.

Laura arrived after lunch and they chatted for a while about
this and that and arranged that they would accompany Rangi
to the transporter room and afterwards would go swimming.

So it was that all three...one with a holdall and two with
swimming bags...arrived in transporter room 4 to find Bren
Ohmsford already waiting.
He greeted them and when Martin unexpectadly offered his
hand to shake, did not disappoint the little boy and, Rangi
was glad to see, found amusement in the small incident.

The transporter chief was talking to his counterpart on the
Quasar and it was soon obvious that everything was ready
for their departure.

Bren climbed the three steps and took his place, carrying
Rangis holdhall for her and dropping it on an adjacent pad.
She bent down in front of Martin, her hands on his
shoulders.
" Be a good boy and I'll see you soon." she said.

He nodded and smiled happily enough then kissed Rangis face.
They hugged each other.
"I love you." she said, feeling his soft hair against her
cheek.
She kissed him and stood up.

He took Lauras hand and they stood together watching Rangi
take her place beside Bren.
"Ready?" he asked her.

" Yes." she replied and as Martin began to wave, Bren said "
Energise."

Rangi raised her hand to wave back as the blue beam
surrounded them and next moment, they had been lost to her
view.

*** End Log ***

Commander Rangi Summers
Med.Adv 1st Task Force
CMO SB Unity
&
Martin Guzman
(npc Rangi)

[USS Chimera] SD240908.13 | Starbase Unity | MSgt Nicholas Angel | Division Delta Unit Commander

"Origins: Day Two"

 

The following events take place one week ago on Day Two between 1000 hours and 1400 hours…

 

Nicholas woke relatively late in the morning for a marine NCO and was already ten am by the time he had showered, dressed and gone for his morning run around the block. He exited the room exactly as he has entered it, with nothing. However he had also cleaned it removing all traces of his presence and being there. The apartment itself was rented in the name of an alias with no paper-trail leading back to him. Discreetly he exited the building in search of his penultimate team member; Corporal Simon Drake, one of the best pilots Starfleet had to offer and hopefully one who would be taken in by the allure of Special Forces Intelligence and join his team.

 

The corporal in question was currently on leave because his new wife had just given birth to their firstborn child and now he was busy caring for them both in Italy on Earth. Nicholas' shuttle landed at the Napoli Star Port and the civilian-dressed marine exited into the summer heat of Italy. Putting on a pair of sunglasses he looked up, the sky was clear and the sun was beating down on the beautifully preserved Italian city. He sighed with content; Nicholas was a fan of peaceful relaxation and this idyllic haven was certainly the place to do it. He felt a twinge of guilt knowing he was about to take a new father away from his home and family to serve the Federation; but then this was the life they had signed up for.

 

Nicholas and Simon had a history together having served in the 75^th Rangers Regiment together during campaigns that now seemed a lifetime away. He knew that Simon had grown up since then but he couldn't help smile remembering the cocky fly-boy's cavalier attitude towards his own life when it meant getting the objectives complete. He needed this sort of bravado for the missions that Division Delta would be undertaken and combined with the immense skill of the now seasoned pilot there was no other choice; although he did expect the man had mellowed since getting married and becoming a father. Taking a hover-cab to the address supplied to him by Headquarters, Marine Corp Personnel Division Nicholas was now making his way through the streets of Italy to the villa. Nicholas had used some story about wanting to offer him a slower-paced job in the official cover for Division Delta; an SSFI training division for the 1^st Task Force.

 

Arriving at the villa he stepped out the cab, paid the fare with a handful of credits and looked up at the impressive establishment that the Drake's had acquired here. He walked up to the door and pressed the chime; waiting. The door opened and there was a very tired but very happy looking Simon Drake dressed in linen. "Corporal… I'm sorry to interrupt your family life… but Special Forces Intelligence would like you to take up a posting on Starbase Unity, of course your family may relocate with you" he said slowly watching as the pissed off expression formed on the man's face. "Nick for Christ's sake; I'm not taking my family into the field…" "It's right up your alley" Nicholas said passing him the PADD. "You expect me to do that stuff now?" he said trying to keep his rage suppressed. "I've got more important things to deal with now" he added. "They'll never know... officially we're a training division – come on; you owe me" Nicholas said looking into the man's eyes. He had put his old friend in a tough spot… family or loyalty. This is why Nicholas had never had serious relationships for this very reason. His life was the Federation.

"You've got me… but I'll tell them we're leaving, not you" Simon said slowly. Nicholas nodded "that's fair enough". He paused for a brief moment. "Take a Starfleet transport as soon as possible, next day or so" Nicholas said slowly before turning around and leaving the family alone. Nicholas now had one last person to find… his tactician. Sighing to himself he shook his head not really knowing why he was going after this man in particular… to say it would be difficult was going to be a huge understatement.

 

Master Sergeant Nicholas "The Maverick" Angel

Division Delta Unit Commander

Starfleet Special Forces Intelligence

1^st Task Force

Starbase Unity

 

Corporal Simon Drake (NPC APB rik)

Division Delta Unit Pilot

Starfleet Special Forces Intelligence

1^st Task Force

Starbase Unity

[USS Chimera] SD 240908.13 | Padassa | Joint Log, RAdm Guzman & Maj Kinn

[ Quorum Space - Padassa Station ]

"to'H! Tu'joQ!" Giellera shouted at a group of Klingon
guards as she Sergeant Alter made their way past them into
the docking section. They'd been making obscene remarks
about her shapely figure as she had approached them, and she
quickly informed them that if they'd like to keep their
manhood intact, they should shut up. They just laughed
rudely but said no more and Giella smiled to herself,
knowing the message had gotten through. She wondered what
her mother would say if she knew her youngest daughter was
staying on a station filled with Klingon men.

When she arrived at the large docking bay entrance,
Commodore Guzman and his entourage were already waiting.
"Sir," she greeted him with a brief nod, noting he looked a
little paler than usual.
Shane was still a bit affected by the gagh-sickness, but
feeling well enough to perform his duties. When Major Kinn
informed him about the arrival of the Quorum Ambassador, he
immediately confirmed his presence and made himself on the
way. His two guards were following him – like always.
Meeting the Major at the large docking bay entrance, Shane
smiled at the woman and nodded back: "Good day, Major".

The large airlock doors opened and a slender figure of
indeterminate gender with pale skin and equally pale hair
stepped through them. "Greetings," he said and bowed his
head slightly forward. "It is honourable pleasure to be in
presence of you. We owe thanks to your liberation."
As rank highest officer present, it was Shane's prerogative
to speak first. He nodded to the person in front of him and
replied: "The honor is all ours Ambassador. All Federation
citizens are happy that another race has been fried from
occupation and slavery and personally I am happy that our
forces could lend a hand in this event"

"Oh, I be not ambassador," the figure said, shaking his pale
head. "I be Interpreter Hudra. This is Ambassador Sa'Kara."
He stepped back and held out an arm. From behind him a very
large and tall figure floated out of the airlock and came to
stand in front of them. Wearing an encounter suit, the
Quorum ambassador towered out above them all.

Sa'Kara turned his head towards the Ru'Bazean interpreter,
who then said, "Ambassador Sa'Kara says 'hello'."
Somewhat surprised about the real Ambassador and him wearing
an encounter suit, Shane signaled his guards not to be
alarmed. Then he smiled at the Ambassadorial figure and
said: "Good day, Ambassador. I am Rear Admiral Shane Guzman
and" motioning towards Kinn, "this is Major Kinn from
Starfleet Special Forces. We are happy to meet a
representative of the Quorum"

Giella inclined her head to the tall Ambassador. "As you are
aware the Klingon Empire was key in helping us liberate the
station from the Romulans. As a result, many of their troops
are on the station as a security measure, but we have
cordoned of a wing of the station especially for Quorum
personnel and prepared it for your visit, should you wish to
stay onboard." She was a bit surprised at her own diplomacy,
but then again one of an Intel officer's best skills was
knowing how to act the part.

"We thank you," Interpreter Hudra said with a brief nod.
"Ambassador Sa'Kara likes to refresh and wait for Klingon
representative before meeting start."

Shane nodded towards the Ambassador and said: "Of course,
Ambassador Sa'Kara. One of my guards will lead you to your
rooms. If I may advise, we are still in a war territory and
for your own safety I suggest you employ some bodyguards for
the duration of your stay here"

"We take your advise to heart," Interpreter Hudra said with
a nod before ushering the ambassador from the room.

As the Ambassador and the Interpreter left the room, Shane
turned to Kinn and said: "So far, so good. Let's hope the
Klingon Ambassador will be the same civilized. What do you
know about him?"

"His name is Commander Kortag'h," Giella replied. "Some time
ago he served in a Klingon/Federation officer exhange
program. The word from Ambassador Torres is that he's
sympathetic towards the Federation, but a highly respected
member of his House, which holds some sway with the
Council."

"Well," Shane said, "we have to act fast, because I will
return to UNITY once General Sharpe and his troops will
arrive. I fear that I find Captain Rodgers buried under all
the paperwork that he has to do in my absence and I will
have to do quite some explanations to high ups about me
being in the enemy territory – it's better not to delay it
too much"

The major nodded. "Of course, sir. I expect to arrive no
later than tomorrow, although Klingons can tend to keep to
their own time schedules. You left Unity in good hands."

"Not that I don't trust Captain Rodgers, but he's new in
the job and he's always been a front line man … not a desk
bound clerk. I wouldn't wonder much to learn that he
seized a ship and flew with the forces designed for Magna"

"I've yet to meet a good SSF officer who likes to sit behind
a desk," she smiled. "The new recruits seem especially eager
to see action."

"Speaking about new officers, you have performed very well
in your duties since Commander Harbrights death. I've been
talking with SSF Command about a proper Intel advisor
shortly … and came to the conclusion that that best
candidate for the job is … you. If you feel up for this
task Major … of course"

Giella nodded firmly. "Certainly, sir. I would be honoured
to accept."

Shane smiled: "That fine, because I already made all
necessary arrangements before I left The Qashqai. Your new
position is now among the most important in task force and
now you are officially a full member of 1st Task Force
Command staff. Just like myself … I want you to employ
guards all the time you are not in your quarters, we can not
allow to loose you."

"Of course, Admiral. I'll make the necessary arrangements."

"Another point" Shane said, "I've been informed by Admiral
Janeway that some kind of para-military special unit is
heading our way. They operate outside the traditional chain
of command and answer to you directly. I want you to check
out this team when they will report to you and let them know
that under 1st Task Force command we won't tolerate
violations of Federation laws"

"Yes, sir," Giella replied. She found it strange that such a
unit would be deployed under her, but considering 1TF's
strategic position and the recent compromise of several deep
cover agents, perhaps a special military unit was not such a
bad idea. "I'll make sure they play by the rules."

Shane nodded: "Very well then, Major. I trust all will go
well here. I've been told that Commander Ohmsford along with
some other Task Force members is heading here. If you seen
him first, please relay him to me immediately. I have a
matter of important I must clear with him upon his arrival."

"I'll make a note of it, sir," Giella replied. "Will you be on the Qashqai?"

Shane nodded again: "Thank you, Major. Do you have anything
to discuss for today?"

"That's all, sir," she smiled. "I'll let you know if anything comes up."

[ End Log ]

R Admiral Shane Guzman
Task Force Commander
1st Task Force, SSF
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Major Giellera Kinn
Intel Advisor
1st Task Force, SSF
[NPC by Bren]

[USS Chimera] 240908.13 ||SB 234: UNITY|| Personal Log, Cmdr Rick Rodgers and Capt. Trent Rodgers

=Rick and Mai's Quarters/Apartment=
=Starbase UNITY=
 
After seeing off the Magellan and her task group, Trent wondered around the corridors of the starbase aimlessly for a good hour or so before he ended up here. He tapped the chime of the door and waited for a response.
 
"Come in," he heard a child's voice say out from the other side of the door.
 
Trent walked in and saw his neice Rachel playing on the floor, surrounded by stuffed animals and other toys.
 
"Hey Uncle T," Rachel smiled.
 
"Hey Rachel."
 
"We're having a picnic." she said cheerfully, motioning to the stuffed animals. "You want to join us?"
 
"That's OK, sweetheart," Trent said. "Is your daddy home?"
 
Before Trent could prepare himself, Rachel yelled out, "DADDY!"
 
"What is it Ray?" Trent heard from the other room before Rick appeared in the doorway to the bedroom.
 
"Wow, this is a surprise," Rick said. "Captain Rodgers decides to finally grace my humble abode with his magnificant presence. I'm honored."
 
"As you should be," Trent said. "Where's MaiKai?"
 
"She's taking a long, relaxing jacuzzi bath. What can I do for you?"
 
Rick offered Trent a seat on the couch. Rachel went about playing with her stuffed animals, ignoring her father and uncle.
 
"I was hoping we could talk," Trent answered after he took a seat.
 
"Talk? If I recall, the last time I tried to talk with you, it was a one-way conversation."
 
"I wasn't ... in the mood at the time to talk," Trent said.
 
"What makes you think I'm in the mood to talk now?" Rick shot back.
 
"Fine," Trent said as he stood. "I'm sorry to have bothered you."
 
As Trent headed to the exit, Rick quickly stood, "Wait!"
 
Trent turned to face his brother.
 
"Please sit," Rick said.
 
Trent stared for a moment.
 
"Or we can go to my den," Rick added.
 
"Den?" Trent was a bit puzzled.
 
"Oh, yeah. Come. I'll show you," Rick said before leading Trent into another room attached to the main living area. "Actually, it both Mai's and my den."
Trent looked around the room. Model starships were on shelfs along the walls along with a number of personal effects.
 
"OK, truth is, I built it for Mai so she could do most of her paperwork here and not have to go back and fourth to her office. It's easier on her in her condition. But it seems that I get more use out of it then she does."
 
"What was in this space before you took over?" Trent asked.
 
"An empty supply closet," Rick said. "Commander Utley approved it beforehand."
 
"She did?"
 
"Well, she didn't disapprove of it. I made the request and she said, 'whatever', which is what she usually said just to get me out of her hair."
 
Trent took a seat as Rick walked over to one of the shelves.　
 
"If I remember correctly, 'whatever' was what you use to say to me alot when we were young. For the same reasons, if I'm not mistaken," Rick said as he reached for something behind a model of a Constellation-class starship. "Ah, there it is."
 
Rick pulled out a bottle and walked over to where Trent was sitting.
 
"You still like vodka?" Rick asked.
 
Trent looked up and gave his brother a quizzed stare.
 
"Question is, what are you doing with a bottle of vodka?" Trent asked. "I didn't know you started drinking."
 
"It's Mai's," Rick whispered. "Don't tell her I told you."
 
Trent continued to stare at Rick.
 
"OK, I kept it here in case you ever did decide to stop by some day," Rick admitted, handing Trent the bottle.
 
Trent studied the bottle for a moment as Rick went back to the main living area and brought back a couple of small glasses.
 
"It's a quarter empty," Trent said when Rick returned.
 
"Well, imagine that," Rick said, handing Trent one of the glasses before taking a seat next to the task force XO.
 
Trent poured some in Rick's offered glass, but left his glass empty choosing to drink straight from the bottle.
 
"Speaking of our youth, I've been thinking a lot about that subject lately and started to realise that you were very mean to me when we were children," Rick said before taking his first drink.
 
"I was not mean to you," Trent replied.
 
"Oh. Remember that one time you threatened to eject me out of an airlock."
 
"I probably threatened to do a lot of things to you back then," Trent said.
 
Rick turned to face Trent.
 
"You actually had me locked in an airlock when I was only a year or two older than Rachel. If you knew how to operate the eject switch, then you would have probably followed through with your threat."
 
"I wasn't an idiot. I knew how to operate the eject switch," Trent said, taking another swig from the bottle. "You were getting on my nerves and I wanted to teach you a lesson. Besides, I got chewed out by both dad and Captain Wesson afterwards. They both threatened to shoot ME out of an airlock."
 
"They should have," Rick said. "Anyhow, I think that incident is the reason why I'm a little apperhensive when it comes to performing EVAs. You were a terrible brother."
 
Trent shook his head, "If I was so terrible, then I would have let Kr'lorog beat the living hell out of you."
 
"Kr'lorog?" Rick said.
 
"You remember Kr'lorog. The Klingon assistant security officer's son. He was about five-years older than you, almost two-foot taller and the size of a shuttle. You got on his nerves, too, and he wanted to teach you a lesson. He was about to rip your head off when I saved the day."
 
"Yeah, I remember. You were getting your ass kicked when security stepped in," Rick chuckled.
 
"That's not how I remember it. I handled myself well and even got in a few good blows."
 
"Whatever," Rick said, shaking his head finishing off his glass.
 
Trent refilled it as they were silent for about a minute. Trent looked down at the bottle and sighed.
 
"I think Sarah's going to leave me," Trent finally said in a low tone.
 
Rick looked from his glass to Trent.
 
"What? What makes you say that?" the younger brother asked.
 
Trent sighed again, still staring at the bottle.
 
"Things between us haven't been so good lately. When the war started and I was given command of the Lancelot, we were apart for the first time since ... well, since I met her. I think she was pissed off at me for taking the command. She even thought that I was having an affair with my XO."
 
"Why would she think that?"
 
"I don't know."
 
"Did you?"
 
"Did I what?" Trent asked.
 
"Did you have an affair?"
 
"No! I've never cheated on Sarah. I never even considered it. "
 
Trent rubbed his eyes and took another drag from the bottle.
 
"It's not just that. It was like we were drifting apart even before the war. I was hoping I'd have time to work things out with her after the Lancelot was destroyed, but she gave birth, then I was assigned here. Things just went from bad to worse. When I do call her, it's just asking how the kids are. She doesn't even want to talk to me for more than a couple of minutes."
 
Rick finished off his second glass before putting it down on the deck in front of him.
 
"If you can't get back to Earth anytime soon, then you need to get her here somehow," Rick finally said. "You need her, T. If you don't work things out with her, then I don't want to see the person you become. Besides, she's like a sister to Mai and Mai wouldn't be happy. And if Mai isn't happy, then I'm not happy, and that would be real bad."
 
Trent allowed himself a slight smile, "Maybe I'll work out something with Sarah after Magna is concluded."
 
"You'd better," Rick responded.
 
Trent stood and handed the bottle to Rick, "I'm going to turn in."
 
"This early?" Rick said. "Don't you even want to say 'hi' to Mai?"
 
"Maybe some other time. I've got to be awake by 0100. Early reports from Magna should be coming in early and I want to be in CIC when they do."
 
"OK," Rick said as he stood.
 
"Thanks for the talk," Trent said as they made their way out of the den into the main living area.
 
"Don't mention it," Rick said. "You know, you could stop by more often. Maybe for dinner or something. After all, we are family."
 
"Maybe. I'll have to think about it," Trent said then smiled as he looked over at Rachel. "Goodbye, Rachel."
 
"Bye, bye," the child smiled as Trent shook Rick's hand before leaving. 
 
 
Commander Rick Rodgers
Chief Engineering Officer
Starbase UNITY/Tarangor-Aeran Shipyard
 
and
 
Captain Trent Rodgers (npc by Rick)
XO, 1st TF, SSF Command
XO, SB 234: UNITY
 
and
 
Rachel Rodgers (npc by Rick)

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[USS Chimera] 240908.12 ||SB 234: UNITY|| NPC Personal Log, Capt. Trent Rodgers

=Somewhere on Starbase UNITY=

From one of the many large observation decks scattered throughout UNITY,
Trent watched with great interest as the Magellan and her small task group 
of four ships moved into position to begin their part in Operation Magna. He
wanted to see these ships off himself since there wasn't much more that he
could when it came to this mission.
 
The Quasar and the Akira took up station on either side of the Magellan,
while the Valiant took up position at point. The Magellan was flagship of
this group and Captain Mayo would be directly in command of these ships.
 
During the past couple of weeks, activity in and around the starbase had
intensified in preperations for Magna. More and more marines arrived on the
starbase while ships had gathered outside. Trent couldn't help but to reflect
that if there were a Rommie spy around, then he or she would know that
something big was up.
 
"Captain?" Trent heard from behind as he was snapped out of his semi-trance.
He noticed First Lieutenant Bannister step up beside him.
 
"Sir, I wanted to give you these reports and ask you if there is anything else
you needed," Bannister continued.
 
"I'm fine, lieutenant. Besides, you're no longer my aide. Shouldn't you be, oh
... I don't know ... getting ready with your men," Trent responded.
 
"I've been training with them the past couple of days. I just wanted to make
certain that everything was squared away with you before I rejoined them."
 
"Like I said, lieutenant, I'm good."
 
"Aye, sir," Bannister said. "Anyhow, most of these reports are security related.
It's seems that Lieutenant Mumacik has had his hands full these past few days."
 
Trent nodded, "Yeah, I know. I'll deal with it when Magna is concluded."
 
"Aye, sir. I just wanted to thank you again for the transfer. I don't know too
many people in your position that would have offered it."
 
Trent smiled as he finally turned to face Bannister.
 
"Actually, I was hoping you could bring me along," Trent said. "But since that's
unlikely, I'll remain in the rear with the gear."
 
Trent offered his hand.
 
"Good luck to you and the others," Trent added.
 
"Thank you sir," Bannister took the offered hand.
 
"While success with Magna could mark the beginning of the end for the Rommies,
I won't be satisfied until our boots touch ground on Romulus and that the
Federation flag is waving over the Romulan Senate. Anything less will just be
delaying another war in the future that our children will have to fight," Trent
explained.
 
"I'll buy you the first bottle of Romulan Ale when we get there," Bannister smiled
before giving a salute, turning and leaving Trent alone.
 
Trent turned just in time to see the Magellan task group go to warp, heading off
to their small part in the overall operation. Trent sighed, wanting desperately to
be in command, or at least on one of those ships.
 
Since the next few days were going to be hectic for the task force command and
there support staff, he gave them the rest of the day off. Early in the morning,
the first of the reports would be coming in from Magna and he wanted to be
rested.
 
 
Captain Trent Rodgers (npc by Rick)
XO, 1st TF, SSF Command
XO, SB 234: UNITY

and
 
First Lieutenant Ben Bannister (npc by Rick)
1st MEF/Former aide

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[USS Chimera] [Titan] SD240908.11 | Joint Log | 2LT C. Merau & 2LT R. Winters

=/-\= Begin Log =/-\=

 

Location: Officer's Mess, USS Titan

Time: Shortly after deployment orders were issued.

 

As soon as he was certain his men were squared away in their assigned bunkrooms on board their transport to Passada, Dick Winters had decided it was long past time for a hot meal. So after dropping off his gear in the quarters he shared with two other officers, the Lieutenant had made his way to the ship's officers mess. It seemed he had not been the only one with an empty gut, as the room was almost full to capacity.

Luckily a table became vacant right as he replicated his dinner of manacotti and veggies, so he gladly sat down and began enjoying his meal.

Chloe Mearu, also a 1st Lieutenant walked down the corridor that lead to the officer's mess. She hadn't eaten since the night before because she had woken up late and in a rush to get out the door she had forgone eating. Walking into the officer's mess not too far behind a man she looked around. She gave a light sigh at the fact that it was so full. She was knew to the Unity, not knowing anyone besides Richard Sharpe.

 

Going to the replicator she ordered a glass of water, pasta, and a salad. Looking around she saw one table that only had one occupant. The man that she had followed in moments before. Going to the table she gave a smile. "Would you mind if I sat here?" She asked kindly. She was a young woman, only 24, blonde blue eyed, and a pilot.

 

Giving into courtesy, Dick raised slightly out of his chair, "Please." He had never seen this woman before, but considering his short time on the station that came as no surprise. There were thousands on the station, and several dozen in this room alone, that he had never seen before.

"Dick Winters, Easy Company, Second Battalion," he said as introduction.

 

She gave a warm smile. "Chloe Merau, Pilot, 92nd "KnightHawk" Squadron, 36th Tactical Wing, 501st Air Group, 1st MEF," She said with a tweaked smile. It was always a hassle now to say what group she belonged to. She took a seat after she introduced herself to the man.

 

"A pleasure to meet you," Dick replied before forking in some of his own pasta. A moment later he continued, "So you're a stick jokey? I assume you'll be providing company for our landing craft?"

 

 "Funny." Chloe said with a smile. "I'm more than just a stick jockey." She said with a light laugh. Before she joined the Unity she was aboard the Enterprise, before that a experimental test pilot in Sector 001. "Have you been apart of the crew long?" She asked curious.

"Less than a week, actually," commented Winters before taking a drink from a glass of chilled water. Not only had he not been assigned to Easy Company for any amount of time, but he had only been out of Quantico for a matter of weeks. "Just over two days, as a matter fact. You?"

 

She gave a soft laugh. "Ironically, I only arrived on the Unity two days ago." She said between small bites of her pasta.

Being a more quiet individual, Dick sat rather reservedly over his dinner, looking up at the young woman when he was speaking to her. After swallowing more cheesy manacotti he spared another such glance, "Where'd you ship from?"

 

"The USS Enterprise-G." She and Richard Sharpe had both come from there. "How about yourself?" Chloe was a very out going type of person who's friendliness shined.

 

The man cleared his throat, halfway anxious about revealing his previous assignment. It was never a thrilling opportunity when one was forced to reveal their greenness. "Quantico," he finally answered before lifting his glass to his lips again. After a quick drink he explained, "I finished Oh-See-Es about four weeks ago."

Chloe nodded, she wasn't extremely experienced herself, having started rather late with her Starfleet track. She could tell that he was somewhat nervous. "I haven't been an officer long. I was an experimental test pilot in 001 before I was on the Enterprise. Wasn't there long, roughly 10 months." She said hoping that made her seem more equal to his experience.

 

"Sounds exciting," replied Dick, finishing the last of his pasta. He followed it with another drink of water and then said, "I haven't done much else. Trained in airborne and orbital operations, advanced tactics...the usual infantry specializations."

 

Chloe nodded. "I've recently transferred over to being a marine." She said with a slight smile. "I'm not sure how I feel about it yet." She didn't exactly seem like the marine type. She was strong and very fit. A pilot's body for sure, but she was still that.

"So you were fleet before?" he asked. This stranger had definitely managed to befriend him quickly. Normally he would not have cared to learn about someone; it was too easy to make a friend and then lose them in combat. That was hammered into the mind of an Marine officer. "I entered the Academy as a Marine Cadet," the Lieutenant added, figuring it to be the appropriate response. "Transferred to Quantico after my first year to complete Officer Candidate School. Spent the last three years there, leaving for only a week each out of each year."

 

"Yes, I was in 'the fleet.' Never thought I would ever thought I would ever find myself in this position." With her small bites she finished off her pasta, taking a slow long drink out of her her glass of water. "But here I am." Richard Sharpe had a lot to do with her becoming a marine.

 

The Lieutenant raised an eyebrow, "You don't enjoy wearing the green collar?"

"Like I said, Ive just transferred. I'm a Starfleet brat." She said with a tweaked smile. "My father's an admiral. My brother is a commander. And here I am.... a marine now."

 

Finishing off the last of his beverage the Lieutenant offered a nod, "My father was a service man, as well. Lost him when I was young."

 

"Same with my mother." Chloe consoled. "I know how it feels." She seemed comfortable with this. She had come to terms with it long ago. "It's all apart of serving, no matter where your serving." She gave some thought for a moment. "I know a marine who at one time didn't want to have much to do with me because he was scared that he might loose me because he had been hurt once."

She said this from experience. "But things change." She said with a smile, knowing very well that things had changed greatly between her and that marine.

 

Winters shook his head slowly; another thing he thought best to leave alone were romantic attachments. So he tried to be sensitive as he commented, "Those fears are based in fact and on good reason. If you got him to change his mind...well...make sure to count your blessings."

 

Chloe gave a smile. "I do count my blessings." She said with a smile as she finished her water.

Taking a deep breath, Dick fought for a moment to find something to say to overcome the awkward silence that had befallen them. He was never good at casual conversations like these, and was unsure of how to continue. Finally he found a solution, "You seen combat yet? As a pilot, I mean?"

 

Chloe nodded. "Yes, on the Enterprise as well as when I was traveling around before." She didn't like fighting, but sometimes you didn't have a choice. "How about yourself?"

"Only the simulated stuff," answered the Lieutenant, obvious unease in his voice. "Most of my platoon has, though. I'll be relying very heavily on them. At least through this first encounter."

"That's what platoons are for. Support. Even if your experienced it's still nice to have them have your back."

With a shrug Dick replied, "True, but they are also going to look to me for support and encouragement. Considering I'm going into this with only training exercises under my belt...well...nervous doesn't completely define what I'm feeling."

 

 "I'm new, so those I'm serving with don't know if they can depend on me yet. It's all about working your way in." She said leaning back in her chair. There wasn't much she could do at the moment while they were waiting to arrive.

 

With a long, drawn out, near exhausted sigh, Winters leaned back as well, "This is the worst part. And it's only going to get worse once we get there..."

 

 "We will see. It might not be as bad as you think." Chloe always looked on the brighter side of things.

In his mind Dick pictured hordes of Romulans running through a doorway, all bearing disruptors, and all aiming right for him; his troops lay dead around his feet. Closing his eyes and shook his head, "If it happens, if they try to take the station from us, it's going to be bad."

 

"Always think positive. Even if you know that things are going to be bad. Even more so if you say it out loud, it makes you feel like it's going to be worse." Chloe knew this well out of experience.

 

Deciding not to push the subject, hoping the young woman was right but fearing in his gut she was not, the Lieutenant decided to change the subject, "Well...I...uh...probably need to hit the rack. Shouldn't go into this mess on no sleep."

 

Chloe nodded. "I should be doing the same shortly." She said with a warm smile. "It was nice meeting you."

"Likewise, Miss Merau," Winters answered as he stood up from the table. "And, uh...good hunting out there tomorrow."

 

She nodded as she stood up. "I can deffently hope so..."

 

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

 

Second Lieutenant Chloe Merau

Pilot, 92nd "KnightHawk" Squadron

36th Tactical Wing, 501st Air Group, 1st MEF

 

Second Lieutenant Richard "Dick" Winters
Platoon Leader, First Platoon, E "Easy" Company
2nd Battalion, 1st Regiment, 1st MEF