Saturday, September 19, 2009

[USS Chimera] SD: 240909.19 || Bravo Group || JOINT DUTY LOG || NPC Commander Typhon + Major Cortez + Lt. Major Dao + Cadet Elbrum

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=/-\= [Bridge - Deck One - USS Eagle NCC0956-B] =/-\=


The breath that Commander Typhon exerted bubbled inside the liquid
environment of his hydration suit, and came out an audible hiss. The
Commander of the Katana-b class was taken by surprise by the scene
that awaited the Eagle as she carved through the nebulous interior of
the stellar nursery into the artificial pocket surrounding the Romulan
base - i you could call the akward structure a base.

The Eagle's XO seemed to have the same sentiment as the ship's
captain. "What kind of starbase is that?" asked Lieutenant Commander
Tu'loong, an andorian shen whose long white locks framed the angular
visage beneath.

"It is of unknown origin." The science officer, a vulcan lieutenant,
replied. "It's hull is composed of duranium and tritanium composites
laced with an unknown metallic substance. Our sensors are having
trouble penetrating to the interior."

"What about transporters? Can we get the away teams in?" Tu'loong asked.

The bajoran female at operations spoke up. "Their shields are still
down. It looks like I can put them in near those large areas on the
lateral positions of the ring."

"And the Chimera?" Typhon asked. He steepled his fingers as he awaited
the Tactical Officer's report.

"She is bearing down on the two scouts as bearing three-four-seven,
mark zero-nine-two. Their stealth shields have been disengaged." The
human male tapped rapidly on his console, sorting through the
streaming information. "Warbirds 2 and 4 re changing course to
intercept the Chimera. The cruisers are taking defensive positions
near the station."

"Helm take us in quick. Full impulse." Tu'loong ordered. "Ops prepare
the transporter."

Commander Typhon tapped his combadge. "Bridge to transporter room 1.
Away Team's prepare for immediate transport."

Richard stood up from his seat and stepped onto the transporter pads
along with the rest of his team, "Its about damn time", he joked, "I
thought they'd forgotten about us", he added. "Ok Lads, lets do what
we're trained to do." He said as he pulled his rifle off his back into
his hands and slung the ordinance satchel onto his back. "Cortez to
Commander Typhon, Demolition Team is ready and in position", looking
back towards his crew, "And remember, if you mess up I'll be there to
make sure that you don't have a good Christmas.".

Andrus grabbed his phaser rifle, powered it and set it to kill. He
tapped his backpack to make sure he had his gear, mentaly setting
himself for a firefight. The security team kneeled to allow a maximum
of people to fire upon arrival on the Romulan base. ''Not only we
won't mess up, sir. but we'll make sure they don't spend a good
Christmas'' He said. ''Or what ever holiday they enjoy.'' He muttered
to himself.

Dare entered the transporter room a few moments later. Her team
followed the Lieutenant Major closely. "The data retreival team is
ready for transport." Her voice was quiet and extremely calm. Her
expression was one of extreme concentration.

A panel on the wall came to life and displayed a real-time image of
the gate-like station. Commander Typhon's voice blared through the
room's public address system.

+Team one, you will be beamed to the port-side power generation
facility. Team two, you're going to starboard. Activate your stealth
fields, and emergency transport devices. Beam over in t-minus ten
seconds.+ a slight hiss from the ship captain's hydration suit bubbled
over the line.

"Aye", Cortez responded, "team one ready", he signaled to the engineer
manning the controls. Moments later he and his team were abord the
Romulian station.


[Bridge]
"Transport successful." The Ops Chief reported.

"Whoa!" The Tactical office reported. "My readings are going off the
chart, Captain."

"Science!" Tu'loong called, hopping gout of his chair.

The vulcan was stoic in his reply. "Stray graviton particles are being
detected, along with an alteration of the subspace micropore
structure. There seems to be an anomalous reading of the subspace
variance as well."

"That's great, but what does it mean?" Tu'loong asked, now standing
behind he vulcan science officer. "Is it a wormhole?"

"Similar, sir." The vulcan replied, "but the phase variance would
suggest it leads to an alternate dimension."

"Wherever it leads, I'm detecting multiple hostiles coming through.
Three thalaron cruisers, two d'deridex warbirds and four scout vessels
are earing down on the Chimera." The tactical officer reported.
"Should we go to Red Alert?"

"No." Typhon said quickly. "Hold position and maintain the stealth
plating. Ops, can you detect the away team?"

"No sir." The officer reported. "They have activated their stealth
fields. I am not detecting any alarms or transports on the station."

The Selkie commander leaned back in his chair. "Then we sit and wait.
Our responsibility is to pick-up the away teams to signal that they're
ready for transport. Captain Rojac's a big boy. He can handle a
flotilla. And the Rapier should be waiting in the nebula."

The andorian XO looked disappointed. "As you wish, Captain.
Maintaining code blue. Ops, full power to monitoring sensors."

"Aye sir."

Typhon steepled his fingers and laid them against the glass visor of
his hydration suit above his mouth. He may have to sit and wait, but
he doesn't have to like it.


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


Major Richard Cortez
CSEC
USS Chimera

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Lt. Major Dare Shao
Platoon Commander
SSF First MEF

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Cadet Andrus Elbrun
Security Officer
USS Chimera

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NPC's By Rojac

Commander Typhon
Lieutenant Commander Tu'loong

[USS Chimera] SD 240909.10 || BRAVO || Joint Duty Log || DSEC Lt. Castillo + CMO Lt. Fisher ||


=/-\= OUTSIDE OF ARMORY =/-\=

"How many ships", First Lieutenant Castillo said somewhat surprised.

"At least eleven..maybe more", Master Chief Heath Johnson replied.

The security offices were ablaze with activity.  People running back and forth, left and right.  It was a bit overwhelming for Charly, who had never expected to be placed in the position he was now in.

Castillo turned abruptly, "OK, then, just keep following the standard protocols that you would follow in an event like this", he said as he began walking away towards the armoury.

"Aye", Johnson said rolling his eyes, equally surprised that Castillo was in the position he was now in.

Once inside the the armoury Castillo grabbed a phaser and placed it at his side.  He then headed out of the security area and began making his way towards Sick Bay.  The hallways were just as busy as the security offices, the red alert beacon flashing steadily reminding everyone how serious the situation was.  He stepped into the turbolift and moments later the doors opened revealing Deck Eleven. Marching down the hallway he finally came to his destination.

"Excuse me Nurse", Charly said, waving towards what seemed to be the only man in the room.

Scott, engaged in making a report, looked up at the sound of the voice to see a man in the doorway trying to attract attention. Scott swivelled his chair away from the desk and stood up, his CMO designation now plainly visible. " Can I help you?" he enquired.


"Ahhh, the Supervisor here", Castillo began.  "Yes, actually you are the one I came to see.  As you should know we are at red alert and will be engaging in battle soon, we also have two away teams out at the moment.  As you may not know I am acting Chief of Security while Major Cortez is away, which means I'm the one who gets to bother you about details.  In Short Lieutenant, I wanted to ask your help in setting up a sort of triage unit besides sickbay, as we may incur more casualty's than can be handled in here.  Also, you'll find that several of the security staff are trained in basic medical procedures should you need some extra hands".

Charly stopped and was his custom sort of arched his head to the side and looked at Scott as if he was a child.

A short pause followed this statement in which Scott took the opportunity to glance back at his desk and the work upon it. By the time he looked back at his visitor, the slight smile of wry amusement had gone from his expression.


"Well thank you for telling me that." he replied "...I'd noticed the red Alert and I'm well aware of the protocols for just such a situation as this one. My teams are prepared to set up triage anywhere on this ship. Where exactly do you suggest?"

"Good", Castillo responded.  "I would suggest in the event its needed using either a holodeck or a cargo area.  But I'll leave that for you to decide",  He paused.  "Is there anything you need from security?", he added.


"Nothing that springs to mind." Scott answered. " I'll utilize Deck three, holodeck one.I can have everything up and running within thirty minutes."

Charly nodded his head.  "Thank you for your time", he added and then turned to leave.


" Hey.." Scott said, stopping Charly in his tracks. " It would be good to know who we're speaking to wouldn't it? Scott fisher..CMO" He held out his hand.

"Charly", the Lieutenant replied also holding out his arm for the customary handshake.

Scott  sat down and gathered his thought to resume his original work thinking that although he had been called many things in the past, supervisor hadn't been one of them.

As Castillo moved down the corridor he decided to check on Engineering next.

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

First Lieutenant Carlos 'Charly' Castillo
Deputy Chief Security
USS Chimera

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NPC -(PLAYED BY RANGI)

Lieutenant Scott Fisher
Chief Medical Officer
USS CHimera

[USS Chimera] SD: 240909.19 ||Bravo Group|| Duty Log, Major Anya Xerxes

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---------------
Start Log
---------------

Anya like the rest of her pilots was sitting in the cockpit of her
fighter trying to keep herself occupied until the launch orders came
through from the bridge. Pre-flight checks were all done so all that
was left was to wait for orders. To pass the time some played
puzzles, some read books and her wingmate Cerwynn Jones did
crosswords. Today Anya was half watching an old earth animated series
about fighters which could transform into giant robots. It wasn't her
usual taste in viewing but Alecto had said it was good.

Anya shook her head, how could someone as intelligent as Alecto like
this stuff which amounted to a piss poor soap opera. She watched as
in one scene a fighter was fitted with an additional 'skin' with added
weaponry and thicker armour, a so called 'armour pack'. Anya found
herself nodding and thinking about how to make such an idea work. A
shudder went up her spine and she switched the display from the show
to the instrumentation panel.

The mental image of the glowing yellow tree that had been burned into
her mind since her visit to Trill had changed. In the distance there
was now another tree this one a sort of translucent blue. It had the
same sort of 'feel' as the yellow tree but it was different. Her
yellow tree was healthy and it was near impossible to count the number
of divergent branches, sticks and twigs it had. The translucent blue
tree on the other hand was stunted and dying, its branches few and
divergence fewer. Her pondering was interrupted as the ship shuddered
slightly dropping out of warp.

The voice of Major Scott Walters came over the comms. "Lancer
Squadron, Windhover Squadron, Sun God. Launch authorization is
granted, good hunting."

Anya and all her subordinates brought their impulse engines online.
She smiled as she thought that the ear splitting roar of her AX-02
Lancers bringing their engines up to their full safe operating power
could probably be heard even on the Bridge. "Wing to launch
readiness. Lancer's, Windhover's first flights catapult launch in
five, four, three, two, one...LAUNCH!"

She was crushed into the back of her seat as the catapult rapidly
accelerated her Lancer, 3 other Lancers and 4 M-35A's out into space.
These days the catapult known as the 'gut crusher' among pilots
provided the advantage of allowing the first fighters out of a capital
ship to secure a large area right off the bat allowing slower further
launches to proceed relatively unmolested.

Her tactical computer chimed with target assignments for her fighters.
She ignored them trusting her own judgments better than those of the
rookie Operations Officer sending them. She quickly analyzed the
situation and made her call. "Windhover Squadron repel inbound
Romulan Scorpion Squadrons. Lancer Squadron, Sun God make best speed
towards the...whatever the hell it is Romulan Base, Station, Thing.
Party Time everybody dance! ROCK AND ROLL!" Anya shouted as she hit
the afterburners on her Lancer and put her sound system on with todays
combat mix, Serj Tankian - Elect The Dead.

--------------
End Log
--------------

Major Anya Xerxes
Wing Commander
USS Chimera - C

[USS Chimera] SD240908.06 | DELTA | Starbase Unity | Master Sergeant Nicholas Angel | Division Delta Unit Commander

Nicholas had recruited his team and had just stepped off the transport ship to Starbase Unity. He looked around the busy docking ring as civilians made their way to the promenade and officers and NCOs to report in for duty. He wasn't quite sure where Delta would be based to keep them well hidden and wasn't about to ask anyone like a rookie. Instead he thought he would casually stop by Antiquus to see if the undercover NCOs of his unit had settled into their new antiques shop. Arriving on the promenade he quickly scouted the shop and headed through the crowds to find it. It was a small shop in the corner of the promenade that was now full of boxes as the 'staff' was unpacking it. Janus Valkor turned and spotted Nicholas and gave him a friendly wave. It appeared that at least this half of the operation was successfully being implemented. Brix and Chu'lak were also unpacking boxes at the other side of the shop making up the undercover trio. This meant that Simon Drake and Nihlus were somewhere on the station, probably settling into their respective staterooms and waiting for Nicholas to show up and get things moving. Happy with how the shop was progressing he moved away and went in search of the one person that could help him find out where he was supposed to be basing a highly covert intelligence team. Heading to a console on the wall he tapped it to find the location of the Fleet Intelligence Advisor he discovered something somewhat annoying; they were currently on Padassa Station.

 

Luckily for Nicholas he was resourceful and within moments of checking the station layout he found a small office in the depths of the station's central hub… deck 500, junction C… the home of Intel's training division. As he mapped his route mentally he headed through the promenade corridors and passed the security checkpoints into the central hub. There he took a turbolift to the very bottom of the station and entered the dark and somewhat dingy area that was his new home. "Oh… just lovely" he said to himself as the sliding doors to the small office opened. There were three desks with terminals on and a door to the left that lead to the training Holodeck. Across the back the entire wall was lined with cabinets containing PADDs on training programmes and intelligence files.  Nicholas had received a small briefing note from Intelligence informing him of a few secrets that the office had to offer. Walking to his console he tapped in a command line and the wall of cabinets slid to the right revealing a Jefferies tube hatch. Moving to the hatch he opened it and climbed through into a space that was well hidden from the map and using the latest in holo and masking technology made it completely hidden from view. Entering the secret chamber he was faced with a room that looked like a standard astrometrics lab, the primary purpose of which was to provide a way for the team to plot missions. The room also contained a transporter pad which allowed them to beam down to the planet completely unnoticed due to masking technology and a secret armoury of equipment. Activating the central hub computer he smiled as he read a message from task force command who naturally knew of the secret room. 'Under no circumstances is the technology located here to be taken into the main station'. Happy with the layout of the room and everything in it he stepped back through to the main office and sealed it up again. Tapping his combadge it was time to get this show on the road "Corporal Nihlus and Corporal Drake please report location zero for training assignment one' he said slowly. Heading out of the office he locked the doors to open only to his identification code and made his way to the transporter to head down to the planet.

 

Sometime Later…

 

Arriving at the harbor Nicholas tapped in the entry code and opened the iron gates to a storage container. Making sure no-one noticed he slipped inside and sealed the door again. As soon as he was inside his combadge flashed blue and the floor below him begun to sunk down. White lights that covered the entire ceiling illuminated one row at a time until a massive vast area was revealed. In this room was an unmarked shuttle, an armoury of equipment and a console similar to the one on the Starbase. Heading over to the briefing area he waited for the rest of his team to arrive. An order had also been placed with the antiques shop… code for them to also attend the covert meeting.

 

Master Sergeant Nicholas "The Maverick" Angel

Division Delta Unit Commander

Starfleet Special Forces Intelligence

1st Task Force, Starbase Unity

[USS Chimera] SD: 240909.19 ||Charlie Group|| [[Necessary Actions Part 4]]

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Start Log
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***Admiral's Bridge, EAS Hermes***

The Hermes dropped out of warp just as the Romulan Defense Station
Kaylar'Z blew out half its decks from the detonation of it's main
power core. Viktor barely gave the erupting station a second glance
as he ordered "Second wave launch".

Immediately both the internal launch decks went into action. On the
outer hull holographic emitters sprang to life along the dorsal and
ventral hulls highlighting the external runways and the four heavy
bomber squadrons currently parked on them. Both inside and outside
the Hermes fighter and bomber engines thrummed to life. The catapult
launches started immediately launching firstly the elite M-35A
'Osprey' Squadron whose job was to race in and kill the Romulan
Scorpion-II Squadron on the ground before they launched.

"Three D'deridex class warbirds are regrouping in section three."
Chisulo reported. He studied the progression of their formation and
quickly traced a finger along flight path as he recognized the
movement from an intelligence report on Romulan fleet tactics. "They
are running a feint on the Artemis - their true target is the Hermes."

"How long till launching operations are complete?" Viktor demanded.

"Three and a half minutes, General!" Came the response from Leftenant
Quinlan, a young human male who had only just joined his staff two
months ago.

"And the Ieyasu Tokugawa's delivery mission? How long till they're
able to back us up?" He asked.

"Ten minutes, General!" Quinlan replied.

"Well I guess we wouldn't want to rush the mighty First Fleet, would
we Quinlan?" Viktor asked rhetorically. Quinlan quickly suppressed a
grin at the comment.

"Colonel Anios!" Viktor called loudly and waited a second for the main
wall display to put an internal commline through to the Hermes Main
Bridge. He resumed speaking once his subordinate appeared on screen.
"Three Romulan Warbirds inbound on our position from sector three."

"I'm tracking them as well General. We're preparing our initial
response." Serena replied.

"Our guest from SSF probably wants to know if you reckon my ship can
hold them off for three minutes till our two defensive M-35A Squadrons
are in the air?" Viktor asked.

"Of course we can." Serena snorted contemptuously. "And
General...it's my ship, I just let you rent space on it..." She said
as she terminated the comm.

Serena barked a series of orders at her bridge crew. "Deploy a full
screen of Mk.4 Sapper Mines between X Axis, B to G, Y Axis, 3 to 12,
range 25,000 kilometres. Launch all 4 Drone Interceptor Squadron
Pods and have them form a secondary screen at range 15,000 kilometres.
Configure pulse cannons for long range and ready all Arclight
Interceptors. Raise main power levels to Military..."

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End Log
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General Viktor Ivanov
FCO, 2nd Fleet
EAS Hermes

Colonel Serena Anios
CO
EAS Hermes

[USS Chimera] ||Bravo|| 240909.19 CEO Duty Log, Lt Gustav Kroitzer

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=/\= Main Engineering – USS Chimera =/\=

Gustav was in his office preparing who would be on which damage
control team, he would like to hope they weren't going to be needed
but he knew better as the Captain liked to lead by example, meaning a
lot of work for Gustav and his engineers.

Tapping on his comms badge the young CEO called Alan Walker.

+taps+ "Lt Kroitzer to Lt JG Walker could you come to my office please"

+taps+ "Aye sir will be there in a moment".

+taps+ "Good, Kroitzer out".

Alan was just adjusting the settings on the shield array to maximise
power output and weapons resistance when he received the call to go to
Gustav's office, he turned to the ensign next to him and asked her to
finish up the adjustments.

Standing outside the office thinking that Gustav sounded a lot more
serious than normal Alan hit the door chime.

"Come in" could be heard as the doors to the room opened.

"Have a seat please Lt" Gustav said as he pointed to the seat opposite his desk.

"Anything to drink?" he offered as the older Lt JG took his seat.

"No sir, but thanks anyway" Alan replied.

Gustav replicated himself a mug of strong sweet English breakfast tea
then took his seat.

"I guess your wondering why I've called you here when we are so close
to battle" he asked rhetorically.

"Since becoming the Chimeras CEO I've not had a deputy but I've been
relying on you to run this department when I'm not here" Kroitzer
started.

"You're also the man I rely on when I need an important job to be done
properly when I'm to busy, basically you've been acting as the DCEO
without any of the benefits I've decided to change that by offering
you the deputy chief position if you interested".

A little shocked at the offer Alan sat in his chair for a minute or
two to quickly think the idea of him being DCEO over.

"You don't have to answer right away," Gustav said thinking back to
when his CEO offered him the job that he just offered Alan.

"No need to answer later sir" Alan responded, " I'll gladly take the position".

"Good, now I need you to organise these people into these damage
control teams for me please." Gustav ordered.

"Aye sir, right away" Alan said walking away with a stupid grin on his face.

10 minutes later the ship went to red alert with the order for all
personnel to battle stations.

=/\= End Log =/\=


Lt Gustav Kroitzer
CEO
USS Chimera - C

[USS Chimera] SD 240909.10 || BRAVO || Joint Duty Log || DSEC Lt. Castillo + CMO Lt. Fisher ||

=/-\= OUTSIDE OF ARMOURY =/-\=

"How many ships", First Lieutenant Castillo said somewhat surprised.

"At least eleven..maybe more", Master Chief Heath Johnson replied.

The security offices were ablaze with activity.  People running back and forth, left and right.  It was a bit overwhelming for Charly, who had never expected to be placed in the position he was now in.

Castillo turned abruptly, "OK, then, just keep following the standard protocols that you would follow in an event like this", he said as he began walking away towards the armoury.

"Aye", Johnson said rolling his eyes, equally surprised that Castillo was in the position he was now in.

Once inside the the armoury Castillo grabbed a phaser and placed it at his side.  He then headed out of the security area and began making his way towards Sick Bay.  The hallways were just as busy as the security offices, the red alert beacon flashing steadily reminding everyone how serious the situation was.  He stepped into the turbolift and moments later the doors opened revealing Deck Eleven. Marching down the hallway he finally came to his destination.

"Excuse me Nurse", Charly said, waving towards what seemed to be the only man in the room.

Scott, engaged in making a report, looked up at the sound of the voice to see a man in the doorway trying to attract attention. Scott swivelled his chair away from the desk and stood up, his CMO designation now plainly visible. " Can I help you?" he enquired.


"Ahhh, the Supervisor here", Castillo began.  "Yes, actually you are the one I came to see.  As you should know we are at red alert and will be engaging in battle soon, we also have two away teams out at the moment.  As you may not know I am acting Chief of Security while Major Cortez is away, which means I'm the one who gets to bother you about details.  In Short Lieutenant, I wanted to ask your help in setting up a sort of triage unit besides sickbay, as we may incur more casualty's than can be handled in here.  Also, you'll find that several of the security staff are trained in basic medical procedures should you need some extra hands".

Charly stopped and was his custom sort of arched his head to the side and looked at Scott as if he was a child.

A short pause followed this statement in which Scott took the opportunity to glance back at his desk and the work upon it. By the time he looked back at his visitor, the slight smile of wry amusement had gone from his expression.


"Well thank you for telling me that." he replied "...I'd noticed the red Alert and I'm well aware of the protocols for just such a situation as this one. My teams are prepared to set up triage anywhere on this ship. Where exactly do you suggest?"

"Good", Castillo responded.  "I would suggest in the event its needed using either a holodeck or a cargo area.  But I'll leave that for you to decide",  He paused.  "Is there anything you need from security?", he added.


"Nothing that springs to mind." Scott answered. " I'll utilize Deck three, holodeck one.I can have everything up and running within thirty minutes."

Charly nodded his head.  "Thank you for your time", he added and then turned to leave.


" Hey.." Scott said, stopping Charly in his tracks. " It would be good to know who we're speaking to wouldn't it? Scott fisher..CMO" He held out his hand.

"Charly", the Lieutenant replied also holding out his arm for the customary handshake.

Scott  sat down and gathered his thought to resume his original work thinking that although he had been called many things in the past, supervisor hadn't been one of them.

As Castillo moved down the corridor he decided to check on Engineering next.

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

First Lieutenant Carlos 'Charly' Castillo
Deputy Chief Security
USS Chimera

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NPC -(PLAYED BY RANGI)

Lieutenant Scott Fisher
Chief Medical Officer
USS CHimera

Friday, September 18, 2009

[USS Chimera] 240909.19 ||SB 234: UNITY|| NPC Duty Log, Capt. Trent Rodgers

=TF/Starbase XO's Office=
=Starbase UNITY=

Trent went through the reports on the explosion for what seemed like hours. With Shane back and able to handle info coming from Operation Magna, this allowed Trent to focus on the investigation. With Mumacik out of action for the time being, this made Trent the most experienced security officer on the starbase.
 
As Trent looked over the reports, everything seemed to point to the Romulans. The XO, though, wasn't so certain. Perhaps it was too obvious, but Trent's training wouldn't allow him to accept these facts without a more complete examination. If it was the Romulans, then so much the better. If it wasn't, then that forced Trent to look at other possible suspects. That made the job a bit more difficult.
 
Chloe Utley's story seemed to be connected. It was too much of a coinidence not to be. But no explosives were detected anywhere near where she had planted surveillance devices. There had to be something else, but what?
 
As Trent continued scanning over the reports, he heard the chime of his office door.
 
"Come," Trent said, realizing that whoever it was either task force personnel or had to have gone through security checks.
 
"Captain Rodgers?" Trent heard a female voice say as he looked up from his reports and noticed a beautiful Ktarian woman standing at the door..
 
"Yes."
 
"I have an appointment with you," she replied.

"You do?"

"Yes, my name is Denaria. Denaria Loto."
 
Trent just stared at her for a moment, both finding her very attractive and wondering what the hell she was talking about at the same time.
 
"I'm here about the aide position," she added, apparently noticing the XO's confusion.
 
"Oh, yeah. Of course. I forget all about it with everything going on around here," Trent finally stood. "Please, have a seat."
 
"Thank you," she replied, sitting in a chair in front of Trent's desk.
 
Trent had been trying to fill the void left by the departure of First Lieutenant Bannister himself. He knew that if he didn't, then Admiral Jefferson would likely assign someone to him like Trent had been assigned to UNITY before Shane could find a replacement.  
 
"First off, you are not a starfleet officer, are you?" Trent asked.
 
She just smiled.
 
'He really needs an aide,' she thought.
 
"No, captain. But, before you ask, I have the security clearance and experience for the job," she said, handing Trent a padd.
 
"Of course you do or you wouldn't have gotten this far," Trent responded before looking over the resume. "Impressive. You worked for the Ktarian representive to the council five years ago. Here recently, you've been working as an aide to various diplomats here on UNITY."
 
"That is correct."
 
"There's a couple of years, though, that are unaccounted for. Why is that?"
 
She knew he would asked about that.
 
"I have a son. After my husband left us, I found myself busy raising him. Only recently have I felt comfortable enough to return to work and raise him at the same time."
 
'It was mostly the truth,' she thought. 'It was all that he needed to know.'
 
Trent nodded.
 
"Why do you want this job?" Trent asked.
 
"After working with civilians for the past several years, I can use the change. Besides, because of my military background, my wish has always been to serve in that regard in some sort of capacity."
 
Her record stated that she had served in the Ktarian military, but only as a clerk.
 
'Bullshit,' Trent thought, but decided to let it pass for the time being.
 
"Ms. Loto, this job can be very hectic. You could be called in at any time. You understand."
 
"Yes, captain."
 
Trent stared at Denaria again.
 
'Something is awful funny here,' he thought.
 
"Ms. Loto, do you know Admiral Jefferson?"
 
"The JDC deputy commander?"
 
Trent nodded.
 
"I have heard of him, but have never met him personally."
 
"Uh, huh," Trent said, knowing that he had been set up somehow. "Well, Ms. Loto, I have interviewed two other people before you and quite frankly, they were not nearly as qualified as you. I'll have to OK this with the CO, but if he's fine with it, then so am I."
 
They both stood almost at the same time.
 
"I'll inform you later today if the job is yours," Trent said, offering his hand.
 
"Thank you, captain," she took the offered hand.
 
He noticed how soft the hand felt and held on longer than usual.
 
When they finally let go, and after passing him a gentle smile, he watched as she walked out of the office.
 
"What's with you, Trent," he mumbled to himself as he sat back down and returned to work.
 
 
Captain Trent Rodgers (npc by Rick)
XO, 1st TF, SSF Command
XO, SB 234: UNITY
 
and
 
Denaria Loto (npc by Rick)
Ktarian civilian


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[USS Chimera] SD 240909.18 || CHARLIE || Duty Log || Capt Chisulo ||

[Admiral's Bridge - EAS Hermes]

The Erassian navy was a highly efficient bunch. Of that fact, Captain Tedros Chisulo was certain. General Viktor Ivanov had planned the assault on R'Veras V down to the last detail, dotting all the i's and crossing all t's. 

The Starfleet Tactical Advisor was impressed that a man with a marine background had such a vast operating knowledge of fleet movements and fighter unit tactics, but then the General had a highly competent staff underneath him as well. Chisulo didn't count against Viktor that he was a Starfleet Marine - he was one himself once - but Chisulo hadn't received this level of planning training until after he graduated from the academy and moved up the command track. 

Chisulo monitored the movements of the Z-105 squadron as they bared down on their targets. He glanced up at the chronometer that was counting down. 

"Deploy engines make ready for warp jump to target" General Ivanov ordered from Chisulo's left.

On the platform below, the Hermes' bridge crew busily prepared for the rapid transit. "Engines Approved. Jump to Predetermined Warp in five... four... three... two... one...
jump!"

Chisulo felt the lurch as the ship entered warp, but kept his eyes on the readouts on his screen. The sensor read-outs from the Z's targets detected large explosions consistent with the munitions he knew to be present on phantom missiles - though he wasn't allowed to know much.

"The cores are destroyed, General." Chisulo reported, glancing up at Viktor. "Ghost flight is successful." The Starfleet Captain moved over to another screen just as the Hermes and her escorts dropped out of warp. Almost immediately afterward, sensors detected a large explosion where the first Romulan Defense Station was supposed to be. Moments later, the ship rocked slightly as the inertial dampeners kicked in to counter the blast.

The General was quick with his next orders, "Second wave launch." And within moments, the staff aboard the Admiral's flagship had signaled the calvary for rendezvous.

Chisulo walked behind a tactical display where visual scanners monitored one of the Hermes' escorts as it laid artillery fire into the next defense station. He walked up to a tactical readout and watches as a few warbirds on the far side of the planet maneuvered to regroup and coordinate a counter-attack. Ivanov's strategy had surprised them, and it had done considerable damage - but it looked as if the Romulans were about to attempt to retaliate.

"Three D'deridex class warbirds are regrouping in section three." Chisulo reported. He studied the progression of their formation and quickly traced a finger along  flight path as he recognized the movement from an intelligence report on Romulan fleet tactics. "They are running a feint on the Artemis - their true target is the Hermes."

[End Log]

Captain Tedros Chisulo
Tactical Advisor
SSF First Taskforce

Thursday, September 17, 2009

[USS Chimera] SD 240909.17 || BRAVO || CO Log || Capt Rojac ||

[Bridge - Deck One - USS Chimera NCC 9689-C]

+Federation vessels this is Riov Reth'ah of the Falcore.+ A scarred, sharp featured Romulan Captain appeared on the screen. +You are outnumbered, stand-down and surrender.+

The Bridge went silent as Captain Rojac stood and approached the vicious looking Riov on the viewscreen. His hands were held tightly behind his back and his gaze did not waiver from the pupils of his opponent.

It was true of course, the Chimera was very heavily out numbered. Three thalaron cruisers, three d'deridex cruisers and five or more scout ships all had their targeting sensors trained on the Chimera's position. If the Chimera were to continue the engagement she would surely be destroyed and would put the entire mission in jeopardy. But one thing in the grim situation gave Rojac confidence, all of the ships were targeting the Chimera. That meant that the Eagle had not been detected, and that his "aces in the hole", Majors Cortez and Shao, were not detected either. Add to that fact that no Romulan ships had entered the nebula beyond the artificial pocket they inhabited - which meant that the Rapier had not been detected either.

Whether or not the Romulans really believed the Chimera was endeavoring alone on this mission, the Captain did not know. But he was going to play the card none-the-less. It was the onyl card he had right now.

"Riov Reth'ah," Rojac addressed the screen, "I am Captain Cropa Rojac of the Federation Starship Chimera. Your actions here in Quorum space are illegal and I must act you to imediately cease and desist your operation in this sector."

The Romulan on the screen chuckled, displaying a row of sharp teeth - not unlike those sharpened on a Klingon. +You are in no position to issue ores, Captain Rojac. And in case you were unaware - we are at war. 'Illegal Actions,' as you call them, are par for the course. Now please lower your shields so that we may take your ship and crew into custody.+

"I must decline, Riov." Rojac replied. "Surely if you were in a similar situation you would decline as well."

Reth'ah nodded. +But surely you realize that you have no choice. You must surrender or be destroyed. Are you willing to risk your entire ship and crew, Captain Rojac?"

Rojac gazed to the floor for few moments as if in deep contemplation. He slowly looked around the room with a grim expression on his face before finally meeting the gaze of the Romulan captain once again. "I will surrender on one condition, Riov."

+What condition, Captain Rojac?+

"You allow me one minute to purge our computer's records before lowering our shields." Rojac said. "I am surrendering my ship in battle, you can allow me the little honor I have to keep our ship's secrets."

Reth'ah thought it over for a moment before replying. +You have one minute, Captain Rojac. If your shields are not own - we will open fire with our thalaron arrays. Falcore out.+

The screen reverted back to an image of the flotilla surrounding them, and the young Captain turned around to address his crew.

[End Log]

Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

[USS Chimera] SD240909.17 | Duty Log | MCapt R Spiers [NPC]

[Location: Norris VIII-A]

[Time: 1245 hours, Federation Standard Time]

 

"Christ! Dammit, do you have to do that now?!"

 

"I'm sorry Captain, but if you don't sit still and let me do this now, you'll probably bleed to death before we get back to the surface."

 

Captain Ronald Spiers took in a quick, sharp breath as the medic from Third Platoon worked with a primitive set of tools to close an open gash down the Captain's leg. Moments earlier it had taken four men to hold the Company Commander to the ground as the medic removed a large piece of durasteel shrapnel from the wound.
 
The Captain had lost a good amount of blood from the wound, though he had been lucky enough not to sustain anything more serious. When the charges had detonated Spiers had been thrown up and over a large cargo container (a piece of which had become the projectile that had ended up in his leg), and aside from the shrapnel and a few bumps and bruises from other flying debris, he had been protected from the explosion itself.
 
Second Platoon, however, had not all come out so lucky. Less than two dozen of it's members had, up to this point, survived the assault. Seven members had been killed by blast from the power generator station. There were a number of other injuries, however the medic had taken care of everything he could and had them move on.

 

A moment later, between grinding teeth, Spiers asked, "What about Winters? Did First Platoon get it done?"

 

As the medic cut the piece of string that had just been threaded through the Captain's skin to close the wound, Second Lieutenant T'Shal replied from her position a meter away, "First Platoon was successful in taking the communications facility; however, they are currently under siege. Without further external support, it is a logical conclusion that they will fail."

 

"Where are those damn fighters?!" he shouted, more so from the pain shooting through his body as he was heaved from the ground than from real anger. "We were promised air support once the defensive grid was down."

 

It was Sergeant Jalanak who answered this time, "If the communications system was still operational, then it's a safe bet Winters and his gang has gotten a message out. If not, well…too bad we're not Klingons."

 

No one said a thing, but both Spiers and T'Shal raised eyebrows in the Sergeant's direction.

 

"I mean, after a fight like this I don't see any of us being denied into the afterlife."

 

With a shake of his head and slight grunt as they began to move him down the corridor, Spires called out to those around him, "Everybody needs to double-time it back to the surface. First Platoon is going to need our help, and I don't want to be late."

 

"I'm sorry, Captain, but I must refuse your order," T'Shal said, not looking at him as they carried him. "I will, of course take the remaining units to assist in holding the facility; however, it would not be permissible to allow you to participate. You are in no condition to enter combat."
 
The Captain was incensed, though he said nothing. A soldier's duty was to complete the mission, no matter the risk to his own person. He had made a career of that basic truth. And now, in the middle of a war, on a battlefield against an enemy that outnumbered his people nearly five-to-one, he was supposed to simply find a safe spot and wait for extraction?
 
Finally they came to the lift shaft that had been initially used to go down the 14 levels below the surface. With the power out the lift was inoperable, and carrying him up the shaft was out of the question.
 
Staff Sergeant sighed as he looked over at Spiers, "Looks like we're taking the stairs, sir. I hope you don't mind some exercise."
 
"A transporter would be the most preferable alternative," T'Shal interjected, already moving them towards the entrance to emergency stairwell. "However, given the lack of -any- other alternatives, the stairs will have to suffice."
 
Grunting between pain-filled steps, Spiers could not help but chuckle, "I couldn't have put it better myself, Lieutenant..."
 
=/-\= End Log =/-\=

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

Second Lieutenat T'Shal [NPC by DK]
Platoon Leader, Third Platoon, E "Easy" Company
2nd Battalion, 1st Regiment, 1st MEF
Staff Sergeant Vish Jalanak [NPC by DK]
Platoon Sergeant, Third Platoon, E "Easy" Company
2nd Battalion, 1st Regiment, 1st MEF

[USS Chimera] [ALPHA] SD240909.17 | Duty Log | 2LT T'Shal [NPC] & SSgt V Jalanak [NPC] | Easy Co.

[Location: Norris VIII-A]

[Time: 1240 hours, Federation Standard Time]

 

It had been nearly an hour since the massive explosion had rocked the quiet mountain installation, leaving a gaping crater in the surface. During that time Third Platoon had been stationed inside and around the building that had supplied Second Platoon with an entrance to the underground facilities, doing their best to hold off the Romulan forces long enough for Captain Spiers and Second Platoon to pull out. Half an hour ago Third Squad had been sent into the lower levels to search for them, but there had yet to be any sign of them.

 

There was, however, a change in the Romulans' behavior. Without notice,  and certainly without explanation, the sound of disruptor fire ceased. The Starfleet Marines sat huddled behind their cover for several moments, silently looking between each other for some clue as to what was happening beyond. No one wanted to move.

 

Finally, though, Second Lieutenant T'Shal took in a deep breath and peered around the corner of the wall debris she had been behind.

 

In the distance beyond, where several dozen Romulan soldiers had been huddled just moments before, there was now only empty space. There was no sign of the local defense group anywhere in the immediate vicinity. Pulling back behind her cover the Lieutenant looked upwards at the second story of the building, where Sergeant Kilmer was looking down at her. With a questioning glance, T'Shal motioned to the empty street behind her.

 

With a shake of his head, Kilmer pointed at something in the distance, away from their location. Looking in the direction of Kilmer's finger, T'Shal understood. The Romulan forces had pulled back to focus on the communications center. Fighting over the destroyed ruins of a power generation station was a moot point; however, retaking the communications center was a much more worthy cause.

 

Were she human, she probably would have wished for the opinions of her Platoon Sergeant, who she had sent into the levels with Third Squad to look for Spiers. Her Vulcan logic, however, told her exactly what to do: one more weakened platoon would make no difference in the defense of the communications center. It was obvious that Lieutenant Winters and First Platoon had achieved their primary goal. The only thing left for T'Shal to do was to take advantage of the respite and double the search and rescue efforts.

 

"First Squad, you're on me," she called out as she pushed herself to her feet. "Second Squad, hold this position…"

 

=/-\= Level 14-Sierra =/-\=

 

Staff Sergeant Vish Jalanak had joined the service against the will of his family. The Jalanak family had become one of the more prominent families on Krios Prime in the years since the First Dominion War, and he had been tapped to become the next patriarch of the family. Of course, Vish himself never had any such desire to join the world of politics and bureaucracy. So, instead his father had guaranteed him a spot in Starfleet Academy.

 

This had done nothing but infuriate Vish, as once again he had been handed something with no effort. Instead of boarding the shuttle and heading off to San Francisco, the day before he was to leave he signed the enlistment contracts for the Starfleet Marine Corps and left for Quantico instead.

 

And even now, as he worked his way though these burnt-out tunnels on a planet that even the Great Gods had forsaken, there was no place he would rather be.

 

"I've got one, Sergeant!" called out one of his marines from further down the corridor. A moment later another shout followed, " It's Private Bullock, sir! He's alive!"

 

In moments Jalanak had crossed the distance between them and fell to a knee, "Private?"

 

A moan was released on response, "Oh…lords…that was one helluva blast." Rolling over from his stomach onto his back, with the help of Jalanak and the man who found him, Jeremey Bullock coughed dust and dirt from his mouth. His face was covered in soot and ash.

 

"Are you alright, Private? Can you get up?" Vish asked, a hand moving to the Private's shoulder. Considering the circumstances, the man looked no worse for wear.

 

In between further coughs, Bullock nodded, "Yes, sir. I'm fine. Just got my ass kicked is all." A moment later Vish was on his feet, pulling the Private up from the ground.

 

"Where's the rest of your platoon?"

 

A look of regret washed across Bullock's face as he responded, "I was leading the escape, sir. The rest will be further back down the tunnel."

 

Looking down into the smoke-filled distance, sure enough the Sergeant could see the men and women of the squad already finding other members of Second Platoon. There were others, however, that were left lying on the ground. Hopefully a body recovery team would be able to return to Norris for the downed team members.

 

"Sir! Sir!" came yet another shout from the distance. Through the haze Jalanak was unable to see who it was coming from. "Sergeant! We've found Captain Spiers!"

 

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

Second Lieutenat T'Shal [NPC by DK]
Platoon Leader, Third Platoon, E "Easy" Company
2nd Battalion, 1st Regiment, 1st MEF
 
Staff Sergeant Vish Jalanak [NPC by DK]
Platoon Sergeant, Third Platoon, E "Easy" Company
2nd Battalion, 1st Regiment, 1st MEF

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

[USS Chimera] || UNITY || SD 240909.16 TF CO Duty Log, RAdm. Shane Guzman

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

===== Shane's office, SB 234 : UNITY
======

Somewhat irritated, Shane threw the PADD he was just holding
against the wall. Following the physical rules, it hard
landed on the wall, bounced somewhat back and landed on the
floor – with the display broken. The PADD was all
innocent, of course, but the content made Shane quite
unhappy. It was a report from Engineering about his request
to scan the entire star base for components that could be
used to create an organic explosive. Engineering was
diplomatic in the reply, but the point was clear – the
base was too large for a full detail scan and there were too
many possible components to be scanned for. A draft scan of
just one civilian sector on decks 100-110 revealed 79
possible dangerous substances. Scanning the entire station
would require 4 weeks and would result in estimated number
of 10.000 found results. {Damn}

Truth was that Shane was dead in waters with the
investigation of Explosive cargo bay three explosions. Clues
pointed towards Romulan origins of the attack, but he was
unable to find out more. It was now when he missed his Chief
of fleet level security, because it seemed that LT. Mumacik
had a 'sense' for finding new clues and connecting the old
ones. It was funny to think about senses for an emotionless
guy like Mumacik, but it was just as it was.

Adding pain to injury, Shane had to deal with the day-to-day
routine of a fleet commander as well. Now when he was back
on UNITY, he could not expect Captain Rodgers to take care
of all the paper work issues and to dodge all the
'important' calls from Starfleet various departments. At
least, there was LT. Pakosii, his aide, who did a great job
dodging such calls, but not even he could dodge them all. As
the Romulan War gain on intensity, more and more Starfleet
branches took part and more and more reports had to be
filled, answered, added, commented or approved. UNITY became
with final authority the lead point of the entire war, home
base for most of the war employed units and main logistic
point of all operations within the adjacent sectors.
Hundreds and thousands of marines, naval NCO and officers
came a left the base within a week, tenths of Starfleet and
allied ships docked and left and even the civilian traffic
seemed to intensify since the start of the war. Some said
that 'war is god for business' …

Reports from the fronts were in general pleasing. Romulans
were currently in defensive and all three sides –
Federation, Erassian Alliance and Klingon Empire did their
best to win as much advantage as their could. Magna
operation (where most of 1st TF forces were involved in) was
running well the same. Reaching objectives was hard and time
schedule was already in delay, but there were no major
setback happening …. yet. Shane was surprised about the
quality of reports submitted by General Sharpe – he never
thought the General to be a 'deck job friendly' man, but it
was that Shane was wrong, or that the General employed
skilled aides.

There was much of other business that came to Shane's
attention. One of them was Rangi's report about sending the
dead bodies of Samantha Palmer and Nicolas Harker to Andoria
– to the Medical Research Investigation unit facility. She
hoped for more details about the 'came from other dimension'
point of her own investigation. Shane needed to know where
exactly the bodies came from and if it was expected to
encounter more folks from the other dimension … maybe even
more Nicolases Harker.

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


RAdm. Shane Guzman
CO, 1st TF, SSF Command
CO, SB 234: UNTIY

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

[USS Chimera] SD 240909.15 || BRAVO || Bridge Log || Part II ||

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

"Target's acquired." Levison called.

"We are in attack range, Captain." Dior confirmed.

"Fire!" Rojac ordered.


Levison's fingers hammered the panel before him, activating the weapons systems that the Captain had ordered fired. The deflector beneath the Chimera's saucer pulsed with energy, an energy that flared around the two incoming scout vessels and removing the shielding that protected them from enemy fire. Following this, Levison punched in commands to launch a spread of quantum torpedoes, the blue-white warheads flashing with quick succession from the starship's launchers.

The intervening distance in space was far too small for the scouts to evade and the unshielded vessels took a great deal of damage before they could veer off into evasive maneuvers.

"Tactical - Report Status of enemy vessels" Walters said in his all business tone.

"Heavy damage inflicted on both vessels... one has severely compromised engines and life support, the other we've taken their port weapons array offline, but they're still in the fight," Levison
responded, "Captain, there are two Romulan Warbirds on intercept, firing range in fifteen seconds!"

"That's the distraction." Rojac said, leaning forward in his chair. "Carpenter, where's the Eagle?"

"They are making a pass at the station sir," Mercedes responded. "They're attempting to transport."

"Good." Rojac said. "Helm hard to port. Mr. Vaughn boost dorsal shields. Levison, activate the point defense turrets and arm the lateral phaser arrays."

Ian started tapping away at his console adjusting the power flow from certain parts of the ship and having it flow into the dorsal shields. "Dorsal shields boosted 20%." Ian said continuing looking for more to give to the shields while not compromising other systems.

"Point defense turrets active and tracking," Levison responded, knowing that Commander Kilbain in the bowels of the vessel would be keeping a close eye on the system, ready for manual fire if it went down, "Lateral phasers, aye." Checking the console before him again, he grimaced as he reported grimly: "Incoming fighters sir... and warbirds are in firing range. One hell of a hornet's nest out there."

Walters pressed the panel on the arm of his chair opening a preassigned comm channel.  "Lancer Squadron, Windhover Squadron, Sun God.  Launch authorization is granted, good hunting." Even on the Bridge a roar could be heard as the AX-02 Lancers brought their engines to their full safe operating power.

"Ops," Rojac hollered at the Lieutenant manning the console, "assign the fighters to the incoming squadron. We'll handle the warbirds." He quickly turned back to the screen and grimaced as Lieutenant Dior executed a dizzying barrel roll in order to dodge an incoming array of disruptor blasts.

Ian nodded and made a quick message and sent it to the Wing CO hoping that she would get it  he also made sure it contained coordinates that he got from helm. "Our fighters should intercept the Romulan fighters in seconds." Ian said returning to maintaining the power flow for all the systems that are being used and also keeping an eye the sensors.

"Shit!" The profanity escaped from her painted lips. "Brace for impact!" The talented helm officer dodged the first volley, but the second warbird had successfully predicted her flightpath - the Chimera was pegged on her dorsal shields. The structural integrity fields shuddered and the lights flickered slightly on the bridge. Luckily, Vaughn had boosted the dorsal shields.

"Report!" Rojac called to Walters.

"Minor power surge on Deck Ten caused a EPS Conduit to blow out. Damage to Transporter Room 4.  Hull integrity is unaffected.  Incoming reports of burned crewmembers, nine so far being moved to sickbay. Damage control teams have been notified and are en route."  Walters confirmed.

The Captain swiveled over to face the CTac, "Commander, Sulu-Sigma".

As the Chimera swung up onto its port nacelle, Mike with a look of intense concentration locked target on the warbird that had just managed to damage the shields. Using his other hand, he hammered the torpedo controls sending a withering spread of quantum torpedoes at the enemy ship's engines. They struck unerringly, blasting through shields that had already been peppered with many phaser attacks from the starship. Flame erupted from the exploding propulsion systems at the rear of the green-hulled warbird before the entire vessel was engulfed in an expanding fireball.

To add to the small victory, the Chimera's auto-targeting pulse phasers had locked onto a passing scout ship as the ship completed its looping maneuver and sent a flurry of bright phaser bolts at it, striking the ship's core drive and detonating it. "Two enemy ships destroyed Captain. One D'Deridex and a scout down, only another ten or so to go."

A wide grin appeared on the pleased Captain's face. Levison was good, and the Captain finally had a tactical officer he could keep. "Next target!" He called.

"Sir I've just received confirmation away teams have made it onto the station." Ian said closing out the communication logs on his console going to give more power to weapons and shields seeing that they were going to need it as the battle continued. "Sir power flow to the sensors is faltering the stealth armor is drawing too much power." Ian said as read through the power flow reports.

Walters interrupted before Rojac could speak. "Reroute power from life support leaving just minimal levels.  Also cut off power to these sections of the ship."  He input the details into a padd and sent them to the ops console.  The young Lieutenant had a moments hesitation looking round at him for a split second.  "Those warbirds get a decent lock on us, breathing isn't going to be high up on the agenda..."

"Captain, I'm detecting anomalous energy readings coming from the base, including a large concentration of gravitons," Mercedes reported. "It's affecting the micropore structure in subspace, almost like a wormhole. Running a cross check against the database."

Walters got up from his chair and moved over to the science displays beside the new Deputy Science Chief.  "The energy signatures are similar to something I've seen before but less refined and powerful. The phase variance is off too.  It seems like it works on the same principles as what I saw but in a different manner.  What I saw previously was a bizzarre method of FTL travel to move a ship but this is more like a tunnel...a new type of transwarp conduit maybe?"

"No, that's not it," Mercedes said to the XO and pointed at a new set of readings. "The ring is emitting a magneton pulse that's creating a subspace distortion. I'm picking up quantum variances through the distortion. It looks like they're trying to open a dimensional gate."

Turning towards Rojac, she added, "Captain, these readings match the operating mechanism of the transdimensional device."

The insistent and quite annoying beeping from Levison's tactical sensors caused the veteran Commander to glance across at the panel, his planned phaser assault on the second warbird forgotten momentarily. His eyes narrowed as he glanced down the new list of targets coming into view from the dimensional gate and he groaned, inwardly. "Sir... we have a serious problem. Three Thalaron cruisers are exiting the portal! They have further escorts as well! Two more D'Deridex Class warbirds and four more scouts!"

"Holy hell." Rojac whispered. A dimensional gate. Was this how the Romulans had made such advancements in the recent years, by recruiting from alternate universes? It would explain a lot. But how did they come across the dimensional devices? The Chimera had destroyed one, and another was held tightly at the R&D vaults on Earth.

Levison's console reported a new message once more, this time however from his communications panels rather than the sensors or weapons. "Captain... we are being hailed," Mike grimaced, looking directly at the Captain's chair and away from his panels for a moment.

"Bring it up on the main display Commander Levison."  Walters said still in his business tone.  His mind still partly on the readings from the dimension gate which looked all to similar to those created by a piece of tech salvaged from the ship buried beneath the surface of Charos VI. {Dimension Rippers} He thought with an involuntary shiver going up his spine.

+Federation vessels this is Riov Reth'ah of the Falcore.+ A scarred, sharp featured Romulan Captain appeared on the screen. +You are outnumbered, stand-down and surrender.+

[End Log]

Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer

Erassian Major Scott Walters
Executive Officer

Commander Mike Levison
Chief Tactical Officer

Lieutenant Ian Vaughn
Acting Chief Operations Officer
(NPC by Aza)

Lieutenant Rayna Dior
Chief Helm Officer

Lieutenant Mercedes Carpenter
Deputy Chief Science Officer

USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

[USS Chimera] Weekly Sim Report #319 =/\= 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 240809.06 - SD 240809.12
                          SIM REPORT #319

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=/\= CONTENTS =/\=
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1) OOC Address
2) Promotions/Academy/Awards
3) Mission Assignments/Mission Summary/Quotes of the Week
4) Subject Lines/Website News/IRC Info
5) Crew Roster/Log Count/Removals
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=/\= OOC ADDRESS/ =/\=
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If having trouble viewing this entire transmission, it can be viewed in its entirety here: 
http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dgk4mcdg_6hp4zg275
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- CO's Report
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This report covers the period SD 240809.06- SD 240809.12.


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

 
Average logs per Week: 28.44
 
Chimerans!

Big announcement this week:
Our Deputy Game Master, Mr. Bren Ohmsford, has decided to go into the sim development business. UCIP rules and regulations however prohibit him from being in a command position for more than one simulation, and as such he has asked my permission to pursue this new style of simulation and step down from the XO spot of the USS Chimera & First Taskforce simulation. I agreed to his demands.
In his stead, we both agreed on the selection of an existing command team member to fill his now empty shoes. As of this posting Ixus will assume the role of Deputy Game Master of the simulation, and will be granted all rights and privileges therein. Bren will be providing him guidance in the coming weeks, and will still act as a voting member of the Command Team - just not in the executive role.
Them Command team now consists as such:
    Rojac    -    Game Master
    Ixus    -    Deputy Game Master
    Bren    -    Voting Member
    Rangi    -    Voting Member
    Muma    -    Voting Member
Congratulations Ixus!

Plot-wise. I will be releasing the latest edition of the current bridge log following the posting of this report. Thing will definitely heat up. I know RL is heating up, but I ask your continued support as the plot progresses. We were doing so well in R&R, let carry it over to the plot. Group leaders: things are slowing down - do what you can to heat things back up. I will be contacting you for status reports.

If you have any questions, you know who to ask.
Thanks,

+rojac
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XO's Address
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Greetings Everyone,

This will be the last XO Report from me as the command team is undergoing some OOC changes, but I just want to say it was such great fun being the XO of the Chimera for the last two years... this sim really is one in a million! 

In other news... the plot is moving forward and Chimera is getting herself into hot water pretty soon. Expect the Rapier and the Eagle to the rescue. :)

Oh, and remember it's Bravo Group, not Beta Group (Alpha, Bravo & Charlie). And Frankie, remember to add the group label to your log title!

Have a great week and have fun!

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


- I win with 5 logs. Booyah.

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Log of the Week
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SD 240909.08 || BETA || CO Log || Capt Rojac ||
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Now onto the report!
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Plot Information
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THIS WEEK:
  • BRAVO - Red Alert.
    • Hands up.
      • Cortez & Shao - The wrench is tossed. Its no ordinary base - but your missions remain the same.
      • Fisher & Quoicho - There ARE injured crew with plasma burns. Take care of them please.
      • Everyone else. Get your reaction logs ready, it's going to get nasty.
  • ALPHA
    • Norris VIII-A
      • What happened to Captain Spiers? 
      • Has the communication tower been disabled?
      • What are the fighters doing? (Sarasi)
    • Padassa Station
      • How are Security preparations going?
      • Are the Klingons acting up?
      • Harker investigation status?
      • Romulan activity in the area?
  • CHARLIE
    • Celeste fire team - keep an eye out for those survivors. 
    • Chisulo update.
    • Attack progression.
  • UNITY
    • Explosion investigation.
    • Mumacik's recovery.
    • Shipyard operations?
  • DELTA
    • Set up shop on UNITY.
    • Get your orders for your first operation.


LAST WEEK:

  • BETA - Red Alert.
    • Drop out of warp in stellar nursery.
      • Cortez & Shao - Your on the Eagle getting ready to transport - expect a wrench to come your way.
      • Fisher & Quoicho - Expect some battered crew members.
      • Everyone else. Get your reaction logs ready, it's going to get nasty.
  • ALPHA
    • Norris VIII-A
      • What happened to Captain Spiers? 
      • Has the communication tower been disabled?
      • What are the fighters doing?
    • Padassa Station
      • How are Security preparations going?
      • Are the Klingons acting up?
      • Harker investigation status?
CHARLIE
  •  
    • Start the attack.
    • Celeste fire team - keep an eye out for those survivors. 
UNITY
  •  
    • Explosion investigation.
    • Mumacik's recovery.
    • Shipyard operations?
DELTA
  •  
    • Set up shop on UNITY.
    • Get your orders for your first operation.

 

Need Ideas? ASK!
chimera-command@ucip.org
 
Relevant Plot Information:
The Erassian Alliance - 
http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dgk4mcdg_16frd4ntm2 - compiled by Ixus.
Romulan Datafile: 
http://memory-alpha.org/en/wiki/Romulan
 
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- Important Documents
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Chimera Records: 
http://spreadsheets.google.com/pub?key=pR3cNAi2l3XB3nsvl3oq3fQ
Chimera Crew Compliment: http://spreadsheets.google.com/pub?key=pR3cNAi2l3XDOx0Onu8UcPw
Chimera Key Positions: http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dgk4mcdg_0dkj2fv
Chimera Position Descriptions: http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dgk4mcdg_4132kgh9mh
Federation VIPs: http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dgk4mcdg_15fd5cfbcn
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=/\= PROMOTIONS/ACADEMY/AWARDS =/\=
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- Promotions and Awards
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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


On Norris VIII-A, 2Lt Winters' team continue their attack on the Romulan communications outpost. Back on Padassa, Major General Sharpe expresses his hatred for paperwork and orders around a few fighter squadrons.


Beta - Rojac


The Captain drops in on the Tactical Department and asks the CTAC and DCTAC to analyze the reasons behind the sensor interference in the Stellar Nursery. Later, he visits the CEO in Engineering, who asks permission to turn into Mega Man. On the bridge, Red Alert is called, crew are sent to battle stations and the ship warps toward the site of battle. Major Cortez has his team suit up and meet with LtMaj Shao's team for transport to the Eagle. The Chimera drops out of warp into an artificial "pocket" within the nebula that houses a very strange looking supply base - and several Romulan war ships. Dr. Quoicho executes her duties given to her by Dr. Fisher as the ship preps for battle. 


Charlie - Ixus


The precision coordinated attack on the R'Veras is <finally> under way.  Ghost Flight infiltrates R'Veras V airspace by slipping in through the magnetic disturbance at the north pole then heads south for the first strike on the enemy base's power cores.  Simultaneously an Erassian agent in place aboard one of the defense stations blows up the main power core causing massive damage to the station knocking it out of commission.  Just as this happens the Erassian Task Force drops out of warp and begins to attack.


Delta - Rik

none.


Unity - Rangi


Shane questioned Mnemosyme on what she could recall of the explosion and why she was in the area at the time. He thought something was odd but couldn't work out exactly what it was. Trent Rodgers visited Chloe Utley in the Brig and discovered that fear for her familys safety had led her to work for the Romulans. Jade was feeling a little better and decided to do some work on a programme she had had to postpone before meeting T'Vel again. T'Vel had the results from the quantum biofrequency study on the two bodies of Nicholas Harker. The results comfirmed the suspicion that one body was from an alternate universe. Rangi decided to send them to the Medical Research Investigation unit for further study.


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- Quotes of the Week (by CORTEZ)

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You can never be too careful...

''Balls?'' Barnes told him. Andrus snapped to attention, jokingly. ''Check!'' He whispered tapping on his crotch, which made a hard noise.

''Is that a protective cup, Cadet?'' Barnes asked him, somewhat incredulous, barely holding a chuckle.

Jones walked to them. ''You don't need that. When they shoot at you, they usually don't miss, even less get at arms length.''

Andrus shrugged and nodded. ''I did not know, sorry.'' They patted him on the shoulder and chuckled together.

Cadet Andrus Elbrum

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And I thought it was 42?

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.

Commander Athena Wellington + Major Scott Walters
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Someone should start a workers Union on the Chimera...


"If they get caught napping on the job, I'll be sure to get in touch with Engineering and give them a few more candidates for plasma exhaust scrubbing,"

Commander Mike Levison
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IRC Quotes (by ____)

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None.
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=/\= CREW ROSTER/ON REPORT/REMOVALS/LOGGING HISTORY =/\=
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New Cadets are given two (2) weeks upon joining to observe the sim. After the initial observation period, Cadets and other crew are required to post at least one log per week (unless on excused or on LOA).
Promotion is based upon quality and regularity of logging, among other
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- Crew Roster
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Calendar Month: Sep 2009

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Nick                 |                          

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NICK

318319320321

Rojac

2 5

Bren 62

Ixus23

Aza3 2

GutzE1

Jess11

Jass 22

Mumacik11

Rangi21

Terek BB

ButchE2

Frankie 21

Cortez
E3

Aurora
L 1

Sarasi 10

RikLL

DK3 1

JerE1

MikeE3

                                          
                                        
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TOTALS               |
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Total Logs2530

Total Crew Logs 1723

Total NPC Logs8 7

Total Guest Logs00

Weekly Log Count1315

Total Alpha Shift920

Total Beta Shift 83

Total Crew Members19 19


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Excused40

Unexcused01

On Leave 11

Resigned00

Dropped00

New Crew00

Guests 00


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Legend
Excused    = E
Unexcused  = 0
On Leave   = L
Resigned   = R
New Crew   = N
Beta shift = B
N/A        = -
For realtime updates on the weekly log count and crew records visit 
http://spreadsheets.google.com/pub?key=pR3cNAi2l3XB3nsvl3oq3fQ.
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weeks is considered "On Report." Crewmen on report should email the command staff immediately to explain their absence (too much to do in RL is a fine excuse) and say when they anticipate being able to log again in the future.
The following crewmen are on report:

 

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

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

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

May_09 *******
Jun_09 *******
Jul_09 *******
Aug_09 **********************
Sep_09 *****

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

May[17] *******

May[23] **********
May[30] ***********
Jun[06] ********
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Jul[04] *******
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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


Erassian Major Scott Walters

Executive Officer USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

(OOC: Deputy Game Master)


Captain Bren Ohmsford
Engineering/Science Advisor SSF 1TF

(OOC: Voting Member)

E-mail : ohmsford83@gmail.com


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

(OOC: Voting Member)

E-mail : rangi.summers@mojwap.sk


Rear Admiral Shane Guzman

Commanding Officer SB 234:UNITY and SSF 1TF

(OOC: Voting Member)

E-mail: shane.guzman@mojwap.sk