[USS Chimera] [ALPHA] SD240909.06 | Duty Log | 2LT T'Shal [NPC] | PL-E

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Location: Norris VIII-A

Time: 1200 Hours, Federation Standard Time

 

For the first time since the beginning of the assault silence was prevalent across the frost-covered battlefield on the moon of Norris VIII.

 

Where only moments before the sound of disruptor and phaser fire had pierced through the installation, now only echos could be heard bounding off the mountainsides surrounding the buildings. Bits and pieces of rubble and debris were still pittering to the ground, and the surface was choked with smoke. Most of the soldiers of Third Platoon found themselves on the ground, dodging the fallout and finding cover under whatever they could.

 

Second Lieutenant T'Shal was no exception; she was huddled next to a Corporal of the platoon, both gripping their rifles and listening for any sound of movement in the chaos beyond.

 

The massive explosion, while throwing anyone nearby to their knees, had thankfully been far enough away to spare their lives. Third Platoon had been stationed around a trio of buildings, fighting to keep the Romulan surges back from the bunker that Second Platoon had infiltrated. Apparently Second Platoon had traveled a fairly long distance underground; otherwise that explosion would have destroyed the entire area that Third now occupied.

 

"Corporal, do not move from this location," T'Shal ordered before pushing to her feet. It was a short move, almost dive really, to the next cover. As she moved she had expected the Romulan defenders to resume their attack, but nothing came. Apparently they had been taken by Just as much surprise as the Marines had.

 

Moving to rest alongside her Platoon Sergeant, the Vulcan woman pointed at the blown-out wall Spiers had used to gain access to the underground tunnels, "Take Third Squad and see if you can find anyone left alive. But do not linger; there is more that requires our attention."

 

"Yes, ma'am," the Kriosian man, Jalanak, replied before motioning for the squad to follow him into the building.

 

Turning back towards the rest of the group she motioned towards the leaders of first and second squad, telling them to regroup and close the holes left by the departure of the others. If they were to continue to guard the entrance, then it would require immediate action. If the Romulans resumed their attacks before the Marines had repositioned themselves it would spell disaster.

 

Hopelessness is an emotion, T'Shal chided herself. Now is not the time for such foolishness.

 

"Kilmer, Dorva," he called out to two more of her units; both turned their heads in her direction. With a hand she pointed to the stairway in the far corner of the burnt-out building, then to its second story. Her purpose clear they moved out. The Marines providing cover fire from above may have seen more of what happened or, if they had been killed, needed to be replaced.

 

In the distance, on an exterior upper level of the communications center, T'Shal watched as a number of First Platoon reentered the building through an emergency hatch.

 

"Farr  gol'nev ask'er," she muttered under her breath, knowing that only time would show the result of this endeavor…

 

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Second Lieutenat T'Shal [NPC by DK]

Platoon Leader, Third Platoon, E "Easy" Company

2nd Battalion, 1st Regiment, 1st MEF

[USS Chimera] || ALPHA || SD 240909.05 Duty Log, Cmdr Ohmsford

[ USS Quasar - Morgue ]

Bren stood in the morgue of the USS Quasar looking at the labeled drawers in front of him. Each drawer was labeled with the name of a person that had perished on Padassa and the specific drawer he stood in front of carried the name "Varis Liev". It was possible he'd probably been standing there for almost 10 minutes, but he didn't notice it. He was waging an inward battle, torn between whether or not he should open the drawer.

So far the side that urged him not to was winning. Bren had carefully read through all of Rangi's reports and he'd studied the devices found in the necks of the people. They were consistent with the technology and data recovered from Padassa; the device had been used to capture the neural patterns of the prisoners and to convert them into viable information. It was technology beyond what he'd seen, though not entirely inconceivable. The fact that the Romulans possessed it was troubling, but explained a great deal about how they managed to obtain so much classified information about fleet movements and other sensitive areas.

From what he could gather, the facility seems to have been run by Harker, but just why exactly the Romulans would put a Human in charge of one of their covert facilities was something he didn't quite understand. One thing he did suspect, however, was that it was not the only one of its kind. Perhaps the largest of the sort, the Romulans would certainly be conducting the same kind of "research" elsewhere, especially if they captured any more Starfleet or Klingon or for that matter even Erassian personnel. It was something the Commodore needed to be warned about and that officers needed to be wary of. It was no longer a matter of resisting torture to avoid spilling Federation secrets. Now the Romulans could simply plug people into a machine and get the information they wanted, almost as easily as a telepathic scan.

Bren turned his attention back to the drawer in front of him and let out a sigh. He had not had a chance to speak to Rangi before she returned to Unity, but in all honesty he had been avoiding it. During their trip to Padassa he had read her debriefing report on what she experience while being captive on the station. While it certainly must have been traumatic for her, it was also painful for him to read about Liev's last days. No one wanted to imagine someone they loved in that state, being reduced to nothing. And because of that he just couldn't find the courage to face her yet.

Luckily the work on the station had kept him busy, but he knew he couldn't keep making excuses forever. When he returned to Unity, they'd have to talk about it. And perhaps talking about it to Jacobs wouldn't be a bad idea; in fact, Jacobs probably wouldn't let him avoid it for much longer. It was unhealthy to keep things bottled up, Bren knew that all to well, but right now the numbness helped to keep him going.

[ End Log ]

Captain Bren Ohmsford
Science & Engineering Advisor
1st Task Force, SSF

[USS Chimera] ||UNITY||SD240909.05 Joint Duty Log - LtCmdr/MCapt DCMO/COps T'Vel and Jade Reese - "Adjusting to a New Found Ability" Part I

=/\=Infirmary, SB UNITY=/\=

Walking back into the infirmary which felt like the thousandth time that Jade has step foot in it she really didn't mind mainly because they finally figured out what was going on with her headaches. But today was a little different instead of tests to figure out what was wrong with her she was going to find out ways to help her control this new found ability she knew that it wasn't going to be easy but it was better then taking medications to help control it. Stepping off the turoblift Jade entered the infirmary and smiled at the nurse working the front desk by this point Jade knew most of the front office staff.

"Morning I have an appointment with LtCmdr T'Vel." Jade said noticing that the waiting room looked a little bit different she couldn't really put her finger on what was different but something was definitely different. While Jade waited for the nurse to check for the appointment she quietly drummed her fingers on the desk continuing to keep a smile on her face.

"Just a moment, please," the trainee nurse who was filling in at the reception desk replied. She checked through the appointment list and said, "Here it is. Please sit down, the doctor will be with you shortly."

Once the appointment was confirmed Jade walked over to one of the chairs and took a seat and picked up one of the PADDs to look through some of the magazines to pass the time while she waited to be introduced to this new doctor. She was about half way through an article when the nurse walked up and informed her that the doctor was ready to see her.

"Captain Reese," T'Vel greeted Jade as she stepped into her consultation room. "Welcome. I am Doctor T'Vel."

"Thank you doctor for seeing me." Jade said walking into the consultation room she was excited to get going and learn techniques of how to control her newly found ability. She knew that her father had a almost supernatural ability but didn't know that this was it but he never showed any sign of it ever.

"Your telepathic abilities have recently increased and I understand you require assistance in managing them?" the Vulcan doctor asked.

"Yes I do from my understanding and what the doctors have told me because my brain can't understand what's going on it turned all the voices into white noise and that's why I've been having head aches." Jade said taking a seat across the desk where the doctor was sitting.

"Indeed," T'Vel replied. "I believe it is simply a matter of training your mind to understand what it is experiencing, to recognise what it is receiving and then to block it out. There is a technique on Vulcan used for children who are too receptive to telepathic communication that I believe could be beneficial to you, if you want to consider trying it."

"At this point I'm willing to try anything to help control this new ability." Jade said sounding a little nervous but determined to learn and control this new ability even if it takes her month to.

"It would involve a mind meld," T'Vel answered simply. "It would be invasive at first, but I assure you I will respect your private thoughts. I will simply use the connection to help you learn to develop a telepathic block."

"Is it painful?" Jade asked hearing about the mind melds but nothing super concrete she had heard rumors that sometime they could be painful but that was mainly because either person had some traumatic stuff going on and those emotions transferred from that person to the other.

"It is unlikely the manner in which we will proceed will be painful to you," T'Vel said. "If you are ready to proceed we can begin."

Taking a few breaths Jade figured that the LTCmdr knew what she was doing, "alright I'm ready." Jade said with a nervous smile.

"Please sit down on the mat," T'Vel indicated a soft, comfortable square mat on the floor a few steps away. 

Taking a seat on the mat Jade took a small moment to get comfortable and collecting herself, "okay." Jade said just to show T'Vel that she was ready to begin.

After Jade had sat down, T'Vel seated herself on her knees in front of the half-El Aurian. She looked directly into Jade's eye and reached up her right hands, placing her fingers on the key nerve points. Then she closed her eyes and said, "My mind to your mind... I will project a vivid thought into your mind. Focus on it and concentrate on blocking it until it disappears."

When T'Vel entered Jade's mind it didn't hurt if just felt weird like there was a secondary conciseness in her mind but it wasn't like the white noise it was more directed. Jade didn't nod or say anything not wanting to disturb her she then waited for the vivid thought after a few minuets a thought popped into her head assuming that must be the vivid thought that T'Vel was going to put into her mind. It took a few minuets but she was able to block it for a little bit but then she felt completely exhausted and she was unable to continue to block it.

Sensing Jade was tired, T'Vel broke off the mind meld. "Perhaps we should end here for today. You have made some progress, now you must just continue to exercise it. Soon you will be able to easily block thoughts from your mind."

Nodding Jade felt exhausted but excited that she had made progress, "I think that would be for the best." Taking a few deep breaths in she was still getting used to the idea of having someone else in her mind. "I just want to thank you for seeing me and helping me deal with this new ability." Jade said smiling.

"It is simply my duty," T'Vel replied with typical Vulcan sentiment... or lack thereof. "I advise you to make an appointment with Commander Summers again. Good day, Captain Reese."

<<To be continued.......>>

Lieutenant Commander T'Vel (NPC)

Deputy Chief Medical Officer

SB UNITY (apb Bren)

&

Marine Captain Jade Reese

Chief Operations Officer

SB UNITY

--
Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.
William Faulkner

[USS Chimera] ||Bravo||SD240909.05 Joint Duty Log - Lt/Lt COps/CSci Ian Vaughn and Mercedes Carpenter - "Checking in Science"

=/\= Deck 8 - Astrometrics, USS Chimera C =/\=

Ian stepped off the turbolift in a better mood then he was before the CO arrived in ODCC mainly because the CO was impressed of how Ian was doing while he was filling in for Jade. Jade was un-replaceable in Ian's book mainly because he was struggling to keep his head above on the PADDs luckily the Operations yeoman was a paper miracle worker and was able to do some of it. He was also glad to be out of the ODCC and do what he did best make sure everyone on the ship was getting what they needed to run their department smoothly.

Mercedes and Ilanre were still in the Astromerics Lab studying the charts and the Stellar Nursery. So far they'd made no progress, but they kept analysing sensor data to see if they hadn't missed anything. With each light year that they crept closer to the large sensor-blocking nebula, more information became available, promising the slightest glimpse of insight into the mysteries of the area.

Walking into the astrometric lab Ian saw two female officers at the very end of the walkway working on the console Ian made his way across the walkway and to the center pad he was always impressed with the ships astrometric lab and the center pad made it even more impressive. "Excuse ladies is one of Lt Carpenter?" Ian asked hoping that he didn't startle them.

"That would be me," the curly haired officer said, stepping down from raised platform where the consoles were located and walking over to Ian. "What can I help you with, Lieutenant?"

"Actually I was just seeing if the science department needed some more power to increase the effectiveness of the sensors to see if we can punch through the stellar nursery." Ian said looking up at the large scale monitor which allowed the viewer to get a better idea of what they were looking at.

Mercedes glanced over at Ilanre who simply gave her a we-should-have-thought-of-that look. "It's as if you've read my mind, Lieutenant," she grinned and lead him towards the nearest terminal. "As you can see, we're barely scratching the edge of the Nursery. More power to the sensors could help us boost the resolution, but... we suspect some of the interference may be artificial, so it might not work."

"Well we do have some power we add to the sensors but if the interference is artificial then more power isn't going help we would need to write a program to block out the artificial interference." Ian said walking up to the console and started tapping at some of the keys looking at the sensors, "if you give my department a day we could have a program ready for you that would block out the artificial interference." Ian said knowing just who to assign the task to.

"Would there be enough power to go around with the new stealth plating installed?" Mercedes questioned.

"Yes and no what I'm planning on doing is having a loop system allowing power to flow to other areas of the ship and then back to the armor when it needs more power." Ian said, "this way it'll be a more automatic and efficient way of doing instead of manually doing it." Ian added knowing that his team and himself were going to be very busy with other things and the more they can make automatic the better.

"That would be brilliant," she replied, looking back at Ian. "And please the Captain, no doubt. We've been coordinating our sensor results with the other ships. If your idea works then it could be beneficial to them as well. After all, three sets of ship sensors are better than one."

Smiling Ian didn't even think of pleasing the Captain the way he saw it the more information they were able to get before going into the stellar nursery the better chance they had at surviving this. "Alright well I'll go inform the team that they've a job to do and that they have a timeline." Ian smiled seeing that he needed to get some rest as well before heading up onto the bridge for his shift.

Lieutenant Ian Vaughn (NPC)

Acting Chief Operations Officer

USS Chimera C (apb Aza)

&

Lieutenant Mercedes Carpenter (NPC)

Chief Science Officer

USS Chimera C (apb Bren)

--
Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.
William Faulkner

[USS Chimera] SD: 240909.05 ||Bravo|| Joint Duty Log, Cmdr. Athena Wellington/Maj. Scott Walters, CCON/XO

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

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Start Log
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=/\= XO's Office =/\=

Athena waited until the XO's door slid open and then she entered. She
came to a stop just inside the door putting her hands behind her back
making the lines of her uniform seem to loose any of the wrinkles that
they had acquired during the day thus far. {Hope this goes better
than Cortez's eval; although hunting down your next victim is never a
good way to start... but XOs had a tendency to be busy.} "I thought
it might help if I came to your for your psychological evaluation,
sir."

"It's Major not Sir. Come in and take a seat Commander" Scott said
not looking up from the padd he was reading on the preparations from
each department. He had yet to see a few reports from a couple of
departments...although how much pressure to put on? "So Commander,
here to make sure I don't stick two pencils up my nose, a pair of
underpants on my head and say 'wibble'?"

"Nope, just that you don't do so in public," Athena quipped without thinking.

"Good to know. Just let me finish this one..." Scott replied.

"Let me know when you're ready to begin and I'll let you look at my
ink spots," she continued even though she didn't even bring a padd
with her.

"That may not go so well. The last shrink who asked me what I saw
didn't like it when I told him I saw an idiot holding a piece of card
with an oil stain. Given your connection with General Ivanov I would
assume the same answer would somewhat diminish my life expectancy."
Scott put the padd down. "Ok fire away Commander."

Pretending to put something on his desk for him to look at Athena
asked with a serious expression, "And what do you see in this
picture?" {He'll either play along and tell me who knows what or
he'll think I'm insane.}

"The answer to the meaning of life...apparently it's bagels and cream
cheese. Either that or it could be getting close to lunchtime who
knows how the subconscious works, eh?" Scott replied. "Tell me
Commander, how many members of this crew would follow an order to do
nothing if by acting they could save a life?"

Athena smiled at his witty answer as she took in his questions. She
contemplated several answer silently as she watched him watch her.
"The subconscious works... oddly." She unconsciously rubbed the band
of her ring with her thumb, "Why not do both?" {With this crew that
is what is most likely to happen.}

"The circumstances of a war rarely permit both to happen. I ran into
the same situation during the Solrin War. My facility was below the
surface of Charos VI and when the surface was hit with the bio-genetic
plague I had a choice to make. I could either open the seals on the
facility and allow my staff to help as many people as they could,
which would cause them to be infected or I could leave the seals
intact and leave those outside to certain death. I chose the latter
and the sight and sound of those scared people banging on the doors of
the facility will haunt me till the day I die. I may not like the
decision I made but I know I was right, does this crew have the
strength to do the same?" Scott said fixing his eyes upon hers.

"Yes," she sighed, "But don't be surprised if they try for both until
they realize the optimum solution." {Tough, firm... perhaps a bit
guilty.}

"That's what I was afraid of. Starfleet's going to lose a lot of
people during this war. A lot more than it has to. I only hope
they're strong enough to reap what they sow. Being the monster isn't
as bad as being the defeated victim, until that is realised then many
people will die." Scott said bluntly.

"I hope your monsterously surprised," Athena replied. "I think I
have what I need is there anything else that you require?"

"Fair warning of when they come to arrest me?" Scott asked quizzically.

"That seems a fair enough request," Athena quipped with a smile before
turning to leave.

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End Log
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Commander Athena Wellington
Chief Counselor
USS Chimera - C

Major Scott Walters
XO
USS Chimera - C

[USS Chimera] [ALPHA] SD240909.03 | Duty Log | MCapt R Spiers | Company CO - E

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

 

Location: Norris VIII-A

Time: 1155 Hours, Federation Standard Time

 

"Just give us another couple minutes, Dick, and you'll get what you need. Spiers, out!"

 

Tossing the handheld back to his sergeant the Captain turned back towards his men, who were attempted to force their way through another choke point in the corridor. Green disrupter blasts had already begun to super-heat the wall of the corridor behind the marines of Second Platoon. His men were pressed up against the walls on either side of the corridor, hunched down using a half-closed blast door for protection. Beyond they could see the massive chamber holding the installations power generator.

 

"Johnson, get up here!" he called back, quickly seeing the platoon's demolitions tech run forward.

 

"Sir!"

 

Pointing in between the blast doors he motioned, "Photon charges! Now!"

 

"Copy," the dark-skinned man replied, pulling his back off his shoulders. From within he produced two palm-sized orbs which, after activation, shown a blue light from within. He stood back up and pulled back his arm, before swinging around and tossing the grenades into the room. "Fire in the hole!"

 

As the marines in the corridor turned their faces to their respective walls to shield from any debris, the charges exploded in a gaseous ball of flame. Bits and pieces pinged from the combat helmets of the soldiers of Easy Company.

 

"Now!" Spiers called out, rising to his feet. "I want that room!"

 

Smoke plumed across the ceiling as they all stood up and made a break through the doors, their rifles raised and emitting azure-tinted blasts. As they entered the room they noticed that most of the Romulans who had been protecting the entrance had been neutralized by the charges. Those further back had been pushed to the ground, but with a few well-aimed shots they too were dispatched.

 

The chamber itself was three levels in height, with Easy emerging on the top level. There were a number of Romulans on the far side of the walkway surrounding this level, as well as many more on the lower levels attempting to defend their positions from below. It was obvious that reaching the lower levels to casually discontinue the energy flow was going to be nigh impossible in this situation.

 

Giving out a shrill whistle, he motioned for Johnson to join him once more, "How many charges are left?"

 

Ducking to avoid the fire, the sergeant checked his satchel and replied, "Looks like I've got four left, sir. What do you need done?"

 

Keeping his head low, the Captain ran over several scenarios in his head before he held out his hand, "Give me the bag, Sergeant."

 

"Sir?"

 

"I said give me the bag!" The younger man finally handed over the satchel, though the look on his face was obviously confused. "Easy! We're going to have about fifteen seconds to backtrack through this tunnel! I want you all heading that way as soon as I give the word! Oorah?"

 

"Oorah!" came the chorus in reply.

 

Standing up, Spiers reached in and pulled a single charge from the satchel. After setting the timer for a twenty second delay he activated and took off towards the railing, "Covering fire, Marines!"

 

Crimson bolts surrounded him, sending the Romulans across the way diving for cover as he ran towards the railing that dropped down to the lower levels. With a heave he tossed the satchel, containing the activated charge and all three of the dormant ones, over to let them fall below.

 

The Captain's foot skidded on the decking as he turned to run back towards the entry way, "Now, Marines! Move your asses! Move! Move!"

 

In moments everyone was on their feet, double quick-timing it back through the pitted corridors through which they had fought their way in. They made it past one turn and another.

 

Spiers felt the pressure of the explosion first, followed by the deafening explosion.

 

The last thing he felt as he was thrown forward was the heat racing up the tunnel behind him.

 

=/-\= Communications Level - Level 4 =/-\=

 

First Platoon had taken the first four levels of the communications center by this point, but they were barely keeping the Romulans surging from below at bay. Third Squad had stayed behind on the third level to hold them back while the rest continued on towards the upper levels. Right now they were making their way across a gangway attatched to the exterior of the building.

 

As Dick made his way towards the far end, where there was another door just up a small stairway, he felt the entire building shake. The Marines grabbed the railings on either side of the walkway and held on as the first signs of the explosion appeared.

 

At first the ground on the far side of the installation seemed to swell, sending deep creaks throught he snow covered buildings as they were heaved up. Then it reversed it's momentum, the grounding dropping very quicking back down towards the source of the explosion. This time, however, its motion did not cease. The ground collapsed inwards on the cavernous chamber which had previously held the power generators, the buildings which had set upon that ground collapsing inward as well.

 

"Dear lord," Randleman mumbled from behind Dick, watching along with the rest of the men. "I hope they weren't in there when that went off..."

 

Shaking his head, Dick turned back to the dorway down the walkway, "We don't have time to think about that right now, Bull. Let's get control of this place and we'll see to them..."

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

 

Second Lieutenant Richard Winters

Platoon Leader, Easy Company
2nd Battalion, 1st Regiment, 1st MEF

[USS Chimera] SD240909.03 Joint Duty Log - Maj/LtJg WCO/AOps Anya Xerxes and Ianto Jones - "Final Check Ins"

=/\= Deck 13 - Hangar Bay 1 (Upper Level), USS Chimera - C =/\=

Ianto (NPC) entered the hangar bay looking for Major Xerxes to see if she or her pilots needed anything in the form of materials which he could send a request to Sgt Drake (NPC) or power which he could to. Looking around he was impressed with the size of the hangar bay this was his first time being in this area of the ship he had been on this deck but that was just to deal with an issue with the computer core.

Anya meanwhile was arm deep in the avionics of a Lancer trying to extract a faulty optronics board.  The annoying thing was it was a component that shouldn't have gone wrong...not for another year or so at least.  The board was sticking and she had to apply a bit of force to get it out.  "Mala fudra!" She swore from effort as she ripped out the board.  Examining it in the light of the cargo bay it was fairly obvious it was toasted beyond practical usage.  She tossed the crispy board to a nearby tech "Replace that with one of the spares otherwise Lancer Eight's gonna have a real short sortie and run diagnostics on the same board in the other Lancers."

As he continued his journey through the hangar bay he was hoping he was getting closer to an office or some sort of gathering place he was noticing some more deck crews deciding to stop one of them to ask where the Major was but before he could do that he heard a voice behind him. Spinning around to see who it was Ianto got a little nervous for some reason the areas that he usually never went felt awkward mainly because it felt like he was intruding.

Anya was busy using a rag trying to remove oil from her hands.  It was odd no matter how advanced the system there was always a need for grease when it came to moving parts.  It was then that Anya noticed a young officer wandering about with a yellow collar on his uniform.  He was most likely from Ops rather than Engineering due to the fact he wasn't sticking his head into an open panel or analyzing something technical.  The pips on his collar gave away his rank.  "Something I can help you with Leftenant?"

"Well that'll depend on your answer ma'am." He said with a straight face, "I've been sent here to see if flight ops needed anything before we get underway on the mission?" He asked taking a few steps closer to the Major so they wouldn't need to be shouting across the hangar.

"It's Major not Ma'am...I work for a living.  My Wing has one crucial demand but I very much doubt its one Ops can fulfill, we need solid intel rather than this piecemeal crap we're being given.  As I doubt that's available, we'll settle for enough power for the forcefields, tractor beams and catapults.  I'm hoping heat and air com as standard in that package."  Anya paused a minute before saying more. "Other than that we're fine.  Have you heard anything about how your department head is doing?"

"Sorry Major." Ianto said, "as for the intel like you said operations is probably the last place to ask, but for the power we can definitely help you out there." He added getting to why he came down here for, "we'll need a few hours to look through the logs and see what we can give you and yes heat, air and COMM is always included in that package." Ianto said. "As for MCapt Reese last we've heard that they figured out what was causing the headaches and they're just working on how to control them." Ianto said.

"Well Asprin's always a good start.  As long as she's feeling better that's what matters.  Anything else I can sign off on or was that business for today?"  Anya said still scrubbing away at her hands with the rag.

"I'll just need you to sign this so when we get the power that you do need we can put it where you need it without contacting you." Ianto said handing her the PADD seeing that it would be a waste of time to contact her before the power transfer could be made.

Anya took the padd scanned it briefly then signed it.  "Here you go.  I may have been a bit busy if you tried to call during the battle...you know getting shot at and so on."

"Thank you Major and don't hesitate to call if you need anything." Ianto said taking the PADD and heading out of the flight bay thinking to himself that it wasn't has bad as he thought it would be speaking to the Major.

Major Anya Xerxes

Wing Commander

USS Chimera C

&

Lieutenant Junior Grade Ianto Jones (NPC)

Assistant Operations Officer

USS Chimera C (apb Aza)

--
Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.
William Faulkner

[USS Chimera] SD 240909.03 | Joint Log | Maj. Lennox & 2Lt. Merau

=/\= Flight Deck =/\=

 

Chloe walked into the hanger deck among other pilots. She was wearing her pilot's jumpsuit, helment tucked under her arm. She the only woman among the pilots, which wasn't surprising. There were only few of them. She didn't see why, they were smaller and more compact than men and could fit better in the cockpits.    “Listen up pilots!” Major Lennox said, as he came across the flight deck. “Gather round me.”   Chloe was well as the other's stoped their talking as soon as the Major spoke up. Gathering round, their attention was on him. Chloe had a smile on her face, this was a driving force in her life. To fly.    “Right, we’ve got orders to fly to Norris Eight, in an air support capacity for Easy Company’s operations down there.” Lennox said, as the pilots formed a circle around him. He produced a padd that when he activated, created a small holo projection of the planet.     “Easy Company has been dropped about fifty klicks from their target on the planets surface. They will attempt to reach the communications outpost here, and secure it. If they require air support, they must first take out these surface to air plasma cannons. We cannot strike whilst those cannons are in operation.”     "Or we can just be witty and go around them." Chloe offered, then remeberd her place. "Sir."    “General Sharpe was very clear with his standing orders regarding taking no unnecessary risks.” Lennox said firmly. “We are not to endanger ourselves needlessly unless the situation on the ground changes significantly enough for the risk to be warranted.”     A few others muttered about her guts to speek up. Again she did so. "We could disable the grount to air plasma cannons easly from the air. It would have to be planed.... but it might be easier for us to do it than them." She said, her hands lightly held behind her back. Some of the pilots seemed to step back some so putting her in front of them.    “Lieutenant, when a two star general gives us an order, we follow it.” Major Lennox snapped. “We will follow our orders to the letter, as marines. There may be unforeseen complications with fighters swooping out of the air and destroying the cannons for the ground forces than we could possibly understand. That is why we don’t do things half-cocked, Lieutenant Merau.”     "I don't do things 'half-cocked.'" She said raising an eyebrow. "And like I said, if three or four of us went down to disable the cannons, we could do it. If more than that, yes it could cause problems." She seemed to be holding her ground, unlike most of the other pilots who would of backed out talking to this major. Her tone amazing stayed calm talking to him as he snaped. "Major." She added as an after thought.    “You’re going the right way to talking yourself out of this mission, Lieutenant Merau.” Lennox said, firmly. “Button it, or go back to your quarters.”     Chloe looked starght at the Major, not saying a word. The other officers seemed to be wondering if she actually had enough guts to open her mouth again, but she didn't say a word.    “Right then, with Lt. Merau’s permission, shall we get cracking?” Lennox said. “Any questions about the mission?”   Having faded into the middle of the pilots once again and not at the front, her soft voice was only heard by the pilots directly next to her. "Permission granted." escaped her lips. There was no way the Major could of heard her, but a few soft laughs were heard from the men, which quickly died down. "No Questions, Sir." Chloe said loudly this time.    “Alright then, mount up people!” He said. “Lieutenant Merau, wait behind a moment.”     Chloe waited as the others passed her by, her hands still held behind her back softly. "Major?" She asked after all the others had left.    “Lieutenant. You’re new to this outfit, so I’ll give you a bit of a heads up.” He said. “I won’t have any officer under my command question my orders, ever. I don’t care if the Colonel approves of you, you’re still in my squadron, and that means you follow my orders or I ship you out. Are we clear, Lieutenant?”    "Yes, Im new to this squadron and 'outfit'. But I don't think you want to ship me out before you see me fly." She said, seeming unintimadated by him. "Im one of the best you could hope of getting." She wasn't braging, she knew she could fly better than most.    “I don’t give a rats ass.” Major Lennox said. “You could fly better than god himself, and I wouldn’t give a flying f***. You question my orders again, and you’re out.”     "Yes, -Sir-." She said, still completly calm. Normally she was so easy to get along with, but something seemed to be rubbing her the wrong way. "If there isn't anything else, Sir, everyone else has already set off."    “No. Carry on.” He said, firmly.

 

=/\= End Log =/\=

 

Major Lennox (Frankie)

Squadron CO

501^st Air Group, 1^st MEF

 

2^nd Lieutenant Chloe Merau

Pilot

501^st Air Group, 1^st MEF

[USS Chimera] SD 240909.03 || BETA || CO Log || Capt Rojac ||

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

"We have arrived outside the Karador System, Captain." The alluring form of Lieutenant Rayna Dior called from the helm and navigation console. "I'm taking us out of warp."

Captain Cropa Arnold Rojac unclasped his hands and gripped the sides of his armrests. "Good piloting, Lieutenant."

Gamma shift was still on duty - save the Captain and Lieutenant Dior - as Alpha shift was wrapping up their beauty sleep in preparation for the battle ahead. The Captain had ordered the rest period the previous day, to give his top crew members as much respite as he could spare. Three ships were heading straight into an enemy stronghold, alone. It would not be an easy task by any stretch of the imagination, but if any crew could pull it off it would be the Chimera's.

Rojac glanced at his armrest readout screen. "Helm, set course for bearing zero-one-seven, mark zero-four-seven. One quarter impulse. Take us behind that sixth planet."

"Aye sir." Rayna acknowledged, making the navigational adjustments with her long thin fingers. Her nails were painted to match the red of her uniform. "One quarter impulse."

"Ops," Rojac called to the gamma shift officer  - whose name he had forgotten, "forward our destination to the Rapier and Eagle. Have them tail us. Notify Major Cortez and Lieutenant Major Shoa's Away Teams that they will need to be ready for transport in thirty."

"Aye sir." The young man nodded in reply before setting about his task.

Rojac tapped on his armrest for a few minutes while the sixth planet of the Kara System (the namesake of the Karador sector) grew larger on the view screen. It was a mezmerizing view that captivated Rojac's vision for a good long while. He watched the swirls of clouds withing the gas giant violently ebb and flow with destructive force. It was chaotic and powerful, much like the war the Federation was waging now. The young Captain began to think about what he was getting into - what he was leading his crew into - almost certain death.

Three ships were being sent to attack a suspected major supply base that was more than likely very heavily guarded.  One built more for scout operations, one for more clandestine missions, and a third being the only one designated as a true battlecruiser. The romulans may be caught by surprise, but that means little when one is outnumbered. What would Rojac do if they encountered an entire wing of d'deridex warbirds? Or maybe a flotilla of thalaron equipped cruisers? Could the Chimera really expect to prevail with those odds?

Rojac's deliberations were halted by the sultry announcement from Lt. Dior. "We're in position Captain. Time is 0855 hours."

The Captain nodded, and tapped the ship-wide calm. "All hands, this is the Captain speaking. We have arrived in position at the Karador sector. All alpha shift personnel will now report to their primary stations. Beta shift personnel will report to their designated support positions. Delta and Gamma are on stand-by. All senior staff report to your stations. Fighter wing is on scramble alert." He paused for a moments to check his chronometer. "We will go to Red Alert in thirty minutes. Good luck. Rojac out."

He ended the transmission and looked around at the young gamma shift as they prepared to go off duty. Their faces looking scared as they signed off on their shift reports. Rojac wondered if they had picked up on his own misgivings, and decided then to show nothing but confidence during the remaining hours of the operation. His senior staff slowly reported in their positions as they arrived on duty. The Chimera was preapring for battle, and it was going to be a deadly one.

[End Log]

Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

[USS Chimera] ||UNITY|| SD 240909.02, Joint Duty Log, COUNS & CSEC, 2nd Lieutenant Mnemosyme Nyx & LT. Mumacik

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

<<OOC – this is a slight backlog, happens before Rangi's
log in the sickbay>>

======= Main Sickbay, SB 234: UNITY
======

Mumacik was quite aware of what was happening around him.
From the tender hands of 2LT. Nyx he passed over to the
strong grip of two security marines, just to be beamed to
the sickbay half a minute later. Sickbay has been obviously
busy with something else as he was now in a quiet side room
.. alone.

Shortly after the security officer had been transported to
sickbay, Mnemosyme had avoided the sergeant's questions by
requesting to be checked out in sickbay first. Of course she
wasn't allowed to go by herself the Sergeant had insisted on
a marine to babysit her.

It were in fact two marines that beamed over with Nyx, cause
the Sergeant was a careful man, not wanting to loose his
rank by underestimating a woman with pretty face. As the
trio materialized in sickbay, one of the marines looked
around, trying to find someone in charge there. Seeing a
Lieutenant, the marine thought that such a rank warrants
some responsibility and he said: "Sir, 2LT. Nyx is in need
of medical attention. Since she was involved in a matter of
UNITY security, we are here to make sure nothing unexpected
happens"

Lt Walters, a newly qualified AMO, still in his 'approval'
year seized the chance. "I can deal with the patient." he
said sounding confident. "Just give me a minute; we've got
an emergency here. Please wait in there, in the other there
is one another patient waiting "he said pointing towards two
little rooms, one empty – the other with Mumacik there.
The marine nodded and sets off with the little group
following behind the doctor.

If Mumacik would have emotions, he would find it quite funny
that folks around spoke about him in third person. His all
too logical mind seemed still having troubles to recover as
he could not focus on a single clear thought.

Mnemosymne had overheard the doctor talking about Mumacik
and knew what had happened she watched to see where they
went to know where the lieutenant was. She followed the Dr.
Walters who had barely introduced himself. When asked to
put a gown on; she refused loudly to do so with an audience.
"Women get paid to do what you're asking me to do for free!"

In the commotion that followed Nym slipped up to Mumacik's
bed and brushed her fingers over his head again know that
the lieutenant's injuries would become her own before her
body started to rapidly heal itself but hopefully now what
the doctors would see would match both outwardly as well as
inwardly and the machinery would go through a diagnostic.

Mumacik felt strangely better. He could even grasp a clear
thought and he realized that the marine asking about the
explosives was assembling some device: "Watch out!" he
called out loud, not realizing that he was no longer in
front of the cargo bay.

Nym decided it was time to slip back to her own bed since
they had been placed in the same area as they both were
emergency cases so to speak. Plus she felt a bit dizzy from
the injuries she had taken on. {I'll have to avoid a few
people for a couple of days.}

"You are ALL ARRESTED" he cried out loud in delirium as his
body fought the battle to recover and to gain control of all
his body function.

Mnemosyme turned back to the security officer, "Shhhh...
it's all right now," she whispered.

As the healing process progressed, Mumacik went quiet and
finally fell asleep. Having no emotions means having no
dreams, but this time he dreamed about a dark haired woman
that dragged him back to life.

The lieutenant's eyes had opened suddenly with his shout of
arrest but were now drift shut. Nym pushed away her
uneasiness and went back to her own bed to await the exam
she didn't really want.

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

2nd Lieutenant Mnemosyme Nyx
Jr. Counselor
SB 234 : UNITY

&

LT. Mumacik (NPC By Muma)
Chief of Fleet Level Security
SB 234 : UNTIY

[USS Chimera] SD240909.02 | Duty Log | 2LT R. Winters | PL-E

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

 

Location: Norris VIII-A

Time: 1120 Hours, Federation Standard Time

 

"To the left! Second story!"

 

"I see him! I see-"

 

"Medic! Medic! Maan's down!"

 

"Damn it, Lang! We can't advance until that position is taken out!"

 

"I'm workin on it, sir!"

 

"Get it done!" Lieutenant Dick Winters shouted over the sound of phaser blasts and disruptor fire. "We don't have time for this!"

 

"Fire in the hole!"

 

A moment later the entire side of the building across the street exploded in a blue ball of fire, sending bits of pieces of debris flying up and out, shattered by the blast of a pair of photon grenades. Mixed in with the front wave of the blast were a pair of Romulan bodies, who had until then been perched in the top of the building with a heavy repeating disruptor trained on the platoon's position.

 

"On your feet!" Dick called out as he jumped up from behind his cover. "Let's go!"

 

The group of men ran in towards that building, a swarm running through the streets as they returned suppressing fire against the Romulans that had begun to surround them. As they huddled in their new location, he could see the base of their target, as well as an entrance. "T'San, S'rat," he called to his pair of Vulcan tech specialists. "Get over there and get that door open! Second and Third Squads, covering fire!"

 

As the smaller group departed for communications bunker, Gunny Randleman shuffled over from the back end of the line, "We've lost six so far, including Maan." Dick turned around to look at him but his sergeant cut him off, "Took one of the chest. There was nothing to be done."

 

Shaking his head, the Lieutenant turned back to the Vulcan's working across the way. Behind him and to the left the Romulan soldiers were working their way up towards the Marines, the latter using the alley way that Winter's and his men had entered the compound from. "Alright," he said, looking around for better cover than the debris of a half-destroyed building. "Set Chott and Goren into this building."

 

The Bolian and Human men were Dick's best snipers; if anyone could get them some good cover fire, it would that pair. "I want them facing east. Once we're far enough up, I want those buildings blown, cut off the alley way." If the Romulans could be redirected to less of a flanking position the platoon would be much better off. "And get me Captain Spiers!"

 

It only took a moment before the communications specialist returned with a hand-held device designed to cut through interference and background noise. Winter's took the device and held it to the side of his face he shouted into it, "Captain! Are you there?"

 

It took a second for the handheld's signal to bounce back the reply, "Winters? Report!"

 

"We're nearly there," he said, turning to keep an eye on the encroaching enemy. "We've met some pretty strong resistance though. Any luck on that power source?"

 

"We think we're nearly there!" came the static-filled reply. "We're about half a kick under the surface, following what appeared to be a maintenance shaft. Energy signatures are steadily getting stronger. We should be practically on top of this thing!"

 

Not wanting to be pushy, the Lieutenant worded his reply very carefully, "The sooner the better, Captain. We could really use some air support right about-damn it!"

 

"Winters? Winters?! Report!"

 

Dick had fallen onto has back as an emerald-hued blast had some flying in his direction. Panting as he pulled up an arm, he could see smoke rising from a smoldering patch on the shoulder of his cold weather gear, a large patch burnt out from a near-miss. Reaching for the device, which had been dropped to the ground as he fell, he replied, "Sorry, Captain, they just about got me with that one."

 

"Just give us another couple minutes, Dick, and you'll get what you need. Spiers, out!"

 

Handing the device back to the specialist, a young Corporal, Winters turned back just in time to see his Vulcan techs open the entrance to the seven-story bunker. With a determined grin he lifted a hand and signaled for the men remaining on the ground to move forward, "Everybody into that building! First squad, you've got point!"

 

Once again leading the charge, Dick sprang to his feet and took off across the snowy ground. He passed between the two Vulcans as he entered the warmth of the building, followed closely by the rest of his unit. Immediately he noticed a pair of very surprised looking Romulan Centurions and, with a pair of well placed phaser blasts, dropped them both onto the ground.

 

The rest of the room was empty, filled mostly with cargo containers and equipment designed to move the containers from location to location. There were two exits from the room, a stairway leading up into the floor above, and a corridor leading deeper into the ground level.

 

"Regroup!" he ordered, crouching down behind one of the crates as he waited for the rest of the platoon to enter the building. As soon as everyone had gathered inside the Vulcans returned to work, this time to seal the door from outside entry. Any delay against the enemy's advancement would be appreciated. Looking to his sergeant, he smiled at Randleman, "Now for the fun part."

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

[USS Chimera] SD 240909.01 SB UNITY. Duty Log: Cmdr Summers / LtCmdr T'Vel

rangi.summers@mojwap.sk wrote to chimera@ucip.org:

*** Med.Adv. Office * SB Unity ***

Two figures were seated in at the far end of Rangis

office on the pale green sofas placed there for the purpose
of comfort in lengthy meetings.

Three padds lay on the table between them, two were med

padds and one bore the mark of a classified document.

Rangi had requested the meeting with T'Vel and had made it

clear to the yeoman outside that she was not to be
disturbed.

"So we have a conundrum. " Rangi was saying, watching the
Vulcan woman opposite to her. " Two Nicholas Harkers and but
one Samantha Palmer."

T'Vel raised an eyebrow and picked up one of the padds,
looking at the information on it. "This report is from Dr
Carpenter, dated SD 240602.24, containing Palmer's time of
death and a pre-autopsy examination. The findings in it
match the body you brought back from Padassa. It seems
therefore logical that it is the same person. As for the two
bodies of Nicolas Harker, I am uncertain."

" I'm 99.9 percent certain that they are the same person but
from differing times." Rangi replied. " Given that one was
in stasis for a while, doesnt account for cell
degeneration .Major Kinns report was very thorough on that."

"It is entirely possible," T'Vel replied.
"It is clear they
are not clones, and neither are they identical twins; they
do not exhibit the same cell degeneration rate.
Another possibility is that one of them is from an alternate
universe. The only way to confirm that would be a quantum
frequency scan. If the quantum vibrational frequency does
not match that of our universe, then we will know he is from
an alternate universe."

"I'd like you to carry that out as soon as possible." Rangi
said. " We need to get to the bottom of this without delay.

"Of course, Commander," T'Vel replied. "I will make it a
priority."

" Thankyou." Rangi said. She paused for a moment then added:
"I've also initiated a blood screening programme."

T'Vel nodded. "The results will indicate any other anomalies
we might have missed."

Rangi sighed and leaned back against the sofa cushions.
" I dont know." she said with a shake of her head. " I
sometimes feel we take three steps forward and two back.
This place is supposed to have the best security going and
yet I find that apart from a chameloid living here for
however long it was,the Admiral has been poisoned and now we
have Romulans wandering around with undetectable bombs."

"It appears that we have underestimated the Romulans," T'Vel
replied. "I am no strategist, but their tactics seem to have
become highly aggressive, much more so than in the past.
Perhaps it is understandable considering that we are at war,
but they have never before gone to such lengths."

" It might be good to think its desperation." Rangi replied
"...but somehow I dont think so."
She looked at T'Vels inscrutable expression.

*** End Log ***

Lt Commander T'Vel
Deputy Chief Medical Officer
Starbase Unity

&

Commander Rangi Summers
Med Adv. 1st Task Force
CMO
SB Unity

[USS Chimera] SD 240909.01 || CHARLIE || JL || Capt Chisulo and LCorp Dawson ||

[Guest Quarters - EAS Hermes]

 

Captain Chisulo returned to his assigned quarters shortly after his confrontation with General Ivanov on his bridge. Presumably the Captain was supposed to be writing the condolence letters to the families of the Starfleet Officers held captive in the base, but he was reluctant to do so. He did want to give up hope. To give up hope in a time of war would be one more tragedy in an already tragic time. And besides, in his years of service he had learned not to discount the resourcefulness of a handful of Starfleet officers.

 

He tapped on the unfamiliar Erassian console and pulled up an encrypted transmission link with the Marine runabout that was to conduct an forward orbital look-out for the artillery assaults on the base. Their role was obsolete, as General Ivanov already had a team inserted on the planet's surface, so Chisulo wanted to alter their orders to fit the changing circumstance.

 

He pulled down on his jacket just as the spinning Erassian Second Fleet emblem faded to black.

 

[Runabout Celeste]

 

Lance Corporal Harold W. Dawson, of the 4th Regiment, 2nd Battalion, Ridgeback Force Recon Platoon, 2nd Squad, was bored. He and his fire team had been assigned to the runabout as a matter of operational prudence, by General Sharpe, to give Captain Chisulo an optional special forces unit within reach that technically, wasn't really there. It was clear that the General was trying to be kind to the Captain, but poor Harold felt a tad bit put out.

 

The screen beeped at him, and he turned in his chair to activate the comm. "Runabout Celeste."

 

+Celeste, this is Captain Chisulo aboard the EAS Hermes.+ Chisulo said from the screen, +What is your status?+

 

"We're exactly where we're supposed to be, sir." Dawson reported. "We're in stealth mode in high orbit around the planet, ready to relay co-ordinates on request."

 

+Good Corporal,+ Chisulo said. +But I am changing your orders.+

 

"Captain?" Harold said, rather more quickly than normal discipline would've allowed for. Had he been talking to a marine officer, it might've been different.

 

+General Ivanov already has a team planet-side to relay coordinates, making your job irrelevant.+ Chisulo said. +I am forwarding you a list of Federation and Erassians prisoners suspected of being held captive at the targetted base. The General has asked me to write condolence letters to their families, but I would rather give them more of a chance.+

 

"I understand sir." Harold said, knowing where this was going.

 

+I want you to try and rescue them once the attack begins, Corporal.+ Chisulo said.

 

"Me, and my fireteam sir?" He asked.

 

+Yes, Corporal.+ Chisulo replied. +From your position, you should be at a good vantage point in thirty minutes. Analyze the base's layout and determine where their detention centers are.+ Chisulo said. +The assault is scheduled to begin in one hour. Try and coordinate along that timeline - so as not to give advanced warning.+

 

"Yes sir." Harold said, slightly dubious about their success rate, but also knowing that a small, well timed and co-ordinated strike team, could wreak havoc.

 

+The first attack is going to be a stealth assault by a Z-105 squadron on the base's shield generators.+ Chisulo continued. +That should open your window of oppurtunity. Hopefully you'll get a sensor lock on them then and will be able to beam out any non-romulan lifesigns. If not, you'll need to act quickly.+ Chisulo face turned more grim. +The Erassians have loaded five gigaton warheads on their bombers.+

 

"That does seem to be somewhat excessive for supporting our mission." Harold said. "I don't feel easy about avoiding being hit by our own side."

 

+I'm not asking you to make an unnecessary risk, Corporal,+ Chisulo said, +I just don't want to give up on our men and women down there.+

 

"Nor I sir." Harold said.

 

+I was in your shoes once, Corporal.+ Chisulo said. +I may be a fleet officer now, but I was a marine corporal during the Dominion War. I know what you can do. Good luck and Semper fi. Hermes out.+

 

Harold closed the channel and went to the back of the craft where his 3 other marine collegues were holding up. "Suit up guys, we got orders. Hussle!"

[End Log]

Captain Tedros Chisulo

Tactical Advisor

SSF First Taskforce 

&

Lance Corporal Harold W. Dawson

4th Regiment, 2nd Battalion, Ridgeback Force Recon Platoon, 2nd Squad

1TF Marine Expeditionary Force

[USS Chimera] Weekly Sim Report #317 =/\= USS Chimera & SSF 1TF

=/\= Incoming Starfleet Special Forces Transmission =/\=

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                  - Starship Commanding Officer -
                    - Captain Cropa Rojac  -
                   - USS Chimera NCC 96899-C -
                   SD 240808.23 - SD 240808.30
                          SIM REPORT #317

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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/ =/\=
==============================================
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 240808.23- SD 240808.30.

38 logs (18 Active Crew, 2 Excused, 0 Unexcused, 1 On Leave, 0 Guest, 0 New) 19 Total Crewmen.

 
Average logs per Week: 27.13
 
Chimerans!

Great job guys. Especially to DK over in Alpha group for taking a subplot and running with it. We have some great logs coming from there. Rangi's not doing too bad herself there.

Beta group should pick up more this week. Sorry its running a little slow, but with Bren under the weather and me adjusting to Grad School its to be expected. Like the borg I will adapt, and resistance to my rule will be futile.

If you have questions about what to log, or this report,or anything rather, contact me directly, or chimera-executive@ucip.org, or chimera-command@ucip.org.

+rojac
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- XO's Address
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Greetings Chimerans,

I'm back in the game again this week after RL threw me a bit of a curve ball the last two weeks. The plot is in full swing, so I look forward to catching up on all the logs. For anyone who needs to do a JL with me (or asked for one previously), please email me so we can get it started. 

Have a good week!

Bren

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

- Muma racked up 6 logs this week, stealing the title from both Rangi and I. 

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- Log of the Week
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[USS Chimera] ||UNITY|| SD 240908.24 NPC Duty Log

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- Mailing Lists
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If you would like to be on any of these lists then make a
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Important Email lists:
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Other Email lists:
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Now onto the report!
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- Plot Information
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THIS WEEK:

• BETA GROUP - Finish remaining CO inspections.
• Arrive in Karador.
• Cortez and Shao should move their teams to the Eagle.
• Anya should be planning her squadrons' attack plans.
• ALPHA GROUP
• Sharpe should settle in.
• Easy company on Noris VIII-A
• Merau's squadron should attack ROmulan facility on Noriss VIII-A in support of Easy Co.
• CHARLIE GROUP
• Ivanov should order the begin of the assault.
• Chisulo needs to report to the Admiral's bridge.
• Runabout Celeste should begin that operation.
• Division Delta
• et up on UNITY.
• UNITY
• Explosion aftermath. If you have question son what to log, Muma's running this show.

LAST WEEK:

• BETA GROUP
• Arrive in Karador.
• Cortez and Shao should move their teams to the Eagle.
• Kroitzer and Vaughn should double check the stealth hull plating.
• Anya should be planning her squadrons' attack plans.
• Walters should run some battle simulations.
• Department heads should be prepared for a CO's inspection.
• ALPHA GROUP
• Sharpe should settle in.
• Easy company should begin patrols.
• Merau's squadron should begin their patrols of the sector.
• CHARLIE GROUP
• Ivanov should order the begin of the assault.
• Chisulo needs to contact that starfleet runabout.
• Division Delta
• Collect your tactician.
• UNITY
• Free reign - though Guzman should return this week.

 

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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 and Awards
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none.

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- Academy
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DK - counseling course, Marine course, and enlisted course. DANG!

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=/\= MISSION SUMMARY/QUOTES OF THE WEEK =/\=
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- Summaries (Rangi)
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Alpha - Bren

In a communication, RAdm Shane Guzman issues official to orders granting MGen Richard Sharpe permission to take over all RSE installations in the local sector. After Sharpe receives the orders, he meets with Marine Captain Spiers to discuss the takeover of a Romulan communications outpost on Norris VIII-A. 2Lt Winters prepares a team and arrives on Norris VIII-A with the 1st Platoon of Easy Company to secure the comms outpost. 

Beta - Rojac

Cdt Ebrun prepared for his first Away Team mission. Kroitzer and Drake put the finishing touches on the stealth plating back at UNITY. Rojac met with Cortez in the CSec's office. Cmdr Wellington told Capt Rojac about Cortez's strange fascination with the CO. Cortez had a nightmare about Rangi taking control of the Chimera. ROjac surprised the Acting COps with an inspection of the ODCC. Anya chatted with her Erassian counterpart in the hangar

Charlie - Ixus

Detailed plans are made to crush the Romulan Supply Base in the R'Veras System
but Chisulo cant help but feel that the romulans have something
sinister hidden up
their sleeves.  The question is though...Are the Erassians as entirely
unaware as
they seem?

Delta - Rik

Pending.

Unity - Rangi

As Qashqai returned to Unity, Shane thought over the
possibilities of Talshiar activity and how Harker had been
involved.Rangi was thinking of Harker too as well as
Samantha Palmer who had also had a double.
Once back on Unity and with Martin safely tucked into his
bed, Shane explained to Rangi why he had eaten Klingon gahg
and told her about the attempt to poison him and how he had
killed Harker on the planet.Later they were woken by a call
informing them of an explosion in cargo bay 3.
Romulan infiltrators posing as marines  had detonated a
bomb, killing themselves and others and injuring Lt. Mumacik
who had been called to investigate their fake claims.
Mnemosyme had been jogging nearby and found Mumacik near
death.She was able to move him onto a makeshift  stretcher
and when help arrived both of them were beamed to the
infirmary.
Trent was informed of the explosion and learned the weapon
had been of organic origin, hence it being undetected by
scanners.When Shane arrived, Trent mentioned that Commander
Utley, currently in the Brig, had planted devices throughout
the starbase.Shane wondered if there was an enemy unit at
large. Unity was of prime importance and had to be
protected.
Rick had told Mai about the blackout he had suffered but
reassured her that he was fine and able to manage them.
Later that night he too was in formed of the explosion and
hurried to his office.

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- Quotes of the Week (by Rangi)

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Secret weapons?........

I'm telling you everything I know, Major." The Captain
assured him. "We're heading into a fight with an enemy base,
and there is a very high possibility that the Chimera is
going to be too busy fending off warbirds to concentrate on
the base itself. You're the ace in the hole, Major. The gap
insurance."
==
"Not exactly a list of ODA operators, but they are all
capable", he wondered how the Captain would feel about
taking a Cadet fresh from the Academy.

"Your taking Cadet Elbrun?" Rojac asked, slightly surprised.
"He just came aboard, and you're already that impressed? I
don't remember you being that impressed when I first came
aboard."

"His empathic and telepathic abilities may come in handy",
Cortez smiled. "Romulans are a tricky bunch, he's my", he
paused, looking for the right words, "Ace in the hole".

Captain Cropa Rojac CO USS Chimera  &  Major Richard Cortez
CSec USS Chimera





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Obviously NOT made by Ikea.......

Vera (NPC) was using a monitor to monitor the installations
of the armour that Lt Kroitzer was working on so far it was
going smoothly but she noticed that some of the connections
weren't quite connecting,
"Lt I'm picking up that some of the connections aren't fully
connecting." Vera said tapping a few buttons to get a better
look at which ones.

"Roger that Sgt I'll get on it right away" Gustav said
getting frustrated with the armour plating already and the
fitting was the easy bit.

While Vera waited to hear back from Gustav and his team she
went to monitor the other teams one of the other teams was
having the same issue as Gustav's team was having. Which was
definitely slowing work down but if it wasn't corrected it
wouldn't work and the mission would fall apart.

To get the connections perfect Gustav and his team had to
remove the plate and realign it so when they lower it down
onto the hull it connects properly


Lieutenant Gustav Kroitzer  Chief Engineer Officer USS
Chimera C & Sergeant Vera Drake (NPC) Quarter Master USS
Chimera C (apb Aza)


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This makes shopping an exciting prospect..........

"Excuse me!" The Supermarket manager appeared at the
backdoor. "I don't know what the hell you guys are doing,
but I'm going to have to ask you to leave the premises
before I call the police." The balding man held his hands on
his hips in an attempt to look authoritative.
Nicholas turned on his heel to face the Supermarket manager.
"It's fine, we're from Starfleet Security and we were
running surprise security control tests on business premises
most likely to be targeted by Romulan assault teams… our
report indicates that if they are likely to attack it will
be hard, fast and most likely premises that provide
necessary services to populations like your own… you
failed" he lied.
The balding man's hands fell to the side, in unison with his
jaw. He stammered, "Uh... Uh... I did?"
"Yes." Nihlus said, adopting a more monotone vulcan.


Master Sargeant Nicholas Angel Commanding Officer and
Corporal Nihlus Tactician Division Delta


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 The CO will see the Csec in a new light.....


Sensing that Cropa thought it was her she relied, "His
attachment isn't with me...."
"It's not?" Rojac said, leaning back in his chair. "Who is
it then?"
"He came to me wanting to talk about some disturbing
dreams.... according to him they were ..."
Rojac was growing impatient now. "Commander. Stop stalling.
If something is wrong with my CSec I need to know."
With a sigh she finally spit out, " He said that he was
dreaming of you... as a lover and with his past.." her words
fell off as she shrugged her shoulders. She watched as the
captain took the information in and waited until she sensed
discomfort.
"What!?" Rojac sounded surprised. His eyes widened. "Are you
serious?"
"Of course he did finally laugh hilariously making it a big
joke and wasting my time."

At that, the Captain chuckled. "You had me going there for a
while, Athena." He allowed himself a small smile.



Captain Cropa Rojac Commanding Officer and Commander Athena
Wellington Chief Counselor  USS Chimera NCC 96899-C


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Cortez' worst nightmare.........

Cortez stepped into his office, it was the end of the day
and a few hours since he'd had his chance meeting with
Summers. For some reason or another she always had the
ability to make Cortez desire a couple glasses of alcohol.
Sitting at his desk he reached underneath to the secret
compartment containing a small bottle of dark green liquid
and a tumbler. It was a little trick he'd picked up from his
old CO Jack Walsh, it seemed all Security Chiefs kept there
stash in the same place.

*-*

" No..not really. I came to give you this." She laid a padd
down in front of him.
At that point the giant stingray floating through space
right outside his office window had flown off, along with
the disbelief that permeated Richards face. Shaking his head
he grabbed the PADD and let his eyes adjust, after a few
seconds he could make out the words. "THAT'S INSANE", his
voice boomed. "You can't be Captain of the Chimera", he
dropped the PADD, "You'll get us all killed!".
Rangi laughed as though amused by an extremely funny joke
then suddenly she was silent and her eyes were hard as she
stared at him. " I don't think that's the way to talk to
your CO do you?" she asked then changed her mood again just
as suddenly.
" Actually, Rojac thinks I'll be an excellent CO. He was
quite keen for me to do it once he'd had a little chat with
Shane. They soon came to an agreement. He's packing even as
we speak." She smiled to Cortez


Major Richard Cortez CSEC USS Chimera + Commander Rangi
Summers


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Going beyond the call of duty................

"I've been eating Klingon gagh – worms, alive" he said.
Rangi stopped in the tracks and stared at him.
 " Worms?" she asked, her voice a few notes above its usual
key. "Why in the worlds would you be eating Klingon gagh?"
Smiling he replied: "Well, I had to show our Klingon allies
that Starfleet means business.


Rear Admiral Shane Guzman SSF 1st Task Force Commanding
officer & Commander Rangi Summers Med. Adv 1st Task Force
CMO SB Unity

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IRC Quotes (by Rangi)

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Calendar Month: Aug 2009

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NICK	317
Rojac	5
Bren	E
Ixus	3
Aza	2
Gutz	1
Jess	1
Jass	2
Mumacik	6
Rangi	5
Terek	B
Butch	3
Melissa	D
Frankie	2
Cortez	2
Aurora	L
Sarasi	1
Rik	1
DK	3
Jer	1
Mike	E

                                          

                                        
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Total Logs	38
Total Crew Logs	32
Total NPC Logs	6
Total Guest Logs	0
Weekly Log Count	23
Total Alpha Shift	24
Total Beta Shift	8
Total Crew Members	19

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

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Excused    = E
Unexcused  = 0
On Leave   = L
Resigned   = R
New Crew   = N
Beta shift = B
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=/\= Report Terminates =/\=
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Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer USS Chimera NCC 96899-C
(OOC: Game Master)
E-mail: crizoft@gmail.com

Commander Bren Ohmsford
Engineering/Science Advisor SSF 1TF

(OOC: Deputy Game Master)

E-mail : ohmsford83@gmail.com

Commander Rangi Summers
1st Taskforce Medical Advisor 
SSF First Taskforce Command

(OOC: Second Officer)

E-mail : rangi.summers@mojwap.sk

Major Anya Xerxes
Squadron CO USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

(OOC: Cadet and New Member Liason)

E-mail: ixus666@hotmail.com 

Rear Admiral Shane Guzman

Commanding Officer SB 234:UNITY and SSF 1TF

(OOC: Command Advisor)

E-mail: shane.guzman@mojwap.sk