[USS Chimera] SD 240910.03 SB UNITY: Commander Summers / Mrs Woods (npc)

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*** Pre-School Principals Office * SB Unity ***

Joanne Woods was a woman of middle age, slightly overweight
with greying hair and a quiet voice.
Teaching had been a career she enjoyed and one in which she
had flourished and her position as principle of the
pre-school was perhaps the one that she had enjoyed most of
all for it gave her time not only for the administration
side of things but also allowed her to work with the
children in a classroom setting.

However, her brief conversation with Admiral Guzman had
caused her to leave the class to another teacher and return
to her office in haste but even before she had arrived
there, a six man security team had stationed itself at the
entrance to the little school and the lieutenant in charge
was asking to speak to her.

She was feeling annoyed and also concerned and generally
ruffled by the sudden state of affairs and frowned at the
young man who was waiting patiently in the outer office when
she arrived.
At her bidding, he followed her into the principals room and
introduced himself as Lieutenant Harris.

They had barely begun to talk when a buzz on the intercom
stopped them and the secretary, apologising for the
interruption, explained that Commander Summers had arrived
and also wished to speak to her.

"Show her in as well then please." Joanne replied, sounding
less than her usual calm and ordered self. The Lieutenant
got to his feet and they both looked towards the door as it
opened.

"Commander, please come in.." Joanne said, getting to her
feet but she looked past Rangi as a second uniformed man
appeared in the doorway.
"This is Lieutenant Holland...." Rangi explained glancing
back to the man.
"He's my...bodyguard." she ended sounding somewhat awkward.

"Oh...well...let us all sit down then." Mrs Woods replied
waving her hand vaguely before seating herself.
Rangi took the opposite chair but the two men remained
standing, Harris near the wall and Holland at the door.

"Mrs Woods..." Rangi began " I'm so sorry that this has
happened. I realize its not an ideal situation but there is
a very good reason which I'd like to explain."

Joanne didnt answer but waited attentively.

" Earlier today there was an incident in the Admirals
quarters." Rangi said.
"It was by sheer luck that an intruder was prevented from
setting a lethal trap."

"Ohh." Joanne murmured.

" As a result of it, security has been tightened and the
Admiral wants that to extend to the school.It's not just
because of Martin" Rangi added "...because other officers
have their children here too and they could become targets."

" I see." Joanne replied, not liking the sound of it at
all.She frowned and was about to speak when Lieutenants
Commbadge sounded.
" Excuse me" he said glancing at the two women before
turning away and answering the call.

"When you say targets, are you imagining some sort of
kidnapping attempt?" Joanne asked.

" Possibly." Rangi replied.

"Mmmm...and there was that bomb attack too." Joanne said,
absently raising her hand to her throat.

"Ma'am?" Both women looked at Harris who had ended the short
conversation he'd been having. " We have a report that
another senior officers quarters have been compromised." he
said.
Rangi gave a brief nod in acknowledgement.

"Commander....may I ask exactly what this threat is?" Joanne
enquired.

" Ofcourse. Its a poison named Batrachotoxin.....a
colourless odourless neurotoxin easily absorbed by the skin.
It quickly and permanently blocks nerve signals to muscles
resulting in cardiac arrest.It takes very little to kill a
grown man."

Joanne looked appalled. " Poison...oh my word..."

" So you see why we have the security clamp down and why the
Admiral thinks that it must include the school. I know its
not ideal to have armed guards here...."

"Oh yes..yes...dont worry about that." Joanne broke in.
"Ofcourse we will accommodate any security arrangements for
as long as is necessary. Our only concern is for the welfare
of the children and if caring for them involves guards then
so be it.."

"Thankyou." Rangi replied " Perhaps you can discuss the
details with Lieutenant Harris and be guided by his advice?"

"Certainly." Joanne replied in a very definate tone." And
I'll draft a letter to the other parents outling the
situation.I'll also suspend outside school activities until
further notice."

"I'll be going then." Rangi said, getting to her feet. "
Thankyou for your time and co-operation Mrs Woods."

Joanne stood up too. " ...and thank 'you' for the
explanation." she replied.
" Good day Commander."

Holland opened the door and accompanied Rangi through the
outer office, opening the second door too and preceding her
outside.
Rangi, not used to such attention, found that he was in her
way and narrowly avoided bumping into him
" Excuse me!..." she said and he glanced at her thinking
that she sounded annoyed but saw that she wasnt really.

"Now we're going to the main infirmary." she said. " I want
to check up on your chief of security. Do I follow you or
you me?"

*** End Log ***

Cmdr Rangi Summers
Med Adv 1st TF
CMO SB Unity
&
Joanne Wood, Lt Holland, Lt Harris
(npcs) Rangi

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[USS Chimera] 240910.03 ||SB 234: UNITY|| NPC Duty Log, Capt. Trent Rodgers

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

It was becoming more difficult for Trent to keep himself from dozing off into LA-LA Land. He sat quietly, numbly staring at the four other people in the room situated on the other side of his desk. Two days earlier, the XO hadn't even heard of the Unity Prominade Business Association, or UPBA for short. They had requested to meet with Admiral Guzman to discuss their concerns. But, since the admiral was a busy man, and Trent was the XO, representives of the UPBA had to settle on speaking with him.
 
"I can assure you, everything is being done to make certain that what happened in Cargo Bay 3 doesn't happen again," Trent finally said in a low, bored tone.
 
"But can you guarantee the safety of our families and businesses?" a human make asked. His last name may have been Phelps or Phillips or even Jones, Trent wasn't for certain, nor did he really care.
 
'I can't guarantee that this office will not blow up in the next five seconds,' Trent wanted to say, but thought better of it. To be honest, he kinda wished the office would blow up so he could get out of this meeting.
 
"Everything is being done to assure your safety," Trent said instead. "You knew that when you started doing business here that this was not one of the safest places in the galaxy, being so close to Romulan space."
 
"That's not the point," Mr. Phelps, Phillips, Jones or whatever responded. "We've been through quite a bit over the past couple of years, including an evacutation of the starbase. Through all of that, we didn't complain. But if someone can get an explosive in one of the more secure sections of the base, then they can hit us anywhere."
 
"I understand where your coming from, but ..." Trent was cut off.
 
"Do you, captain? Do you really?" a female Grazerite asked. "Many of came here in hopes of new, better lives for our families. We've made a home here, just as you starfleet people have. But you seem to be overlooking us, and I'm including all of the civilians on the base that are not related to starfleet personnel."
 
"I can assure you that is not the case," Trent replied.
 
"Really?" the Grazerite shot back. "Besides your aide, how many civilians on this base do you know, captain? I don't believe I have ever seen you in the prominade."
 
"Ma'am, I don't really see what that has to do with anything," Trent said as calmly as possible. He wanted to kick them out, but deep down, he understood their concerns. They were afraid and they needed somebody in a position of power to vent to. He was the lucky man.
 
"Captain, we're grateful for starfleet," PhelpsPhillipsJones said. "Not only have you provided us with protection during a difficult time, but you have also done good business with us. We are grateful. We just want your guarantee that what happened in the cargo bay will not happen in the civilian sectors."
 
"I make no guarantees. I never guarantee anything. But I can tell you that we just completed scans of all civilian areas and that no explosives were discovered. Besides that, all I can say is that we're beefing up security while doing our best to avoid interferring with your day-to-day lives. Right now, that's all I can give you."
 
"We understand, captain, and thank you," PhelpsPhillipsJones said, stopping the Grazerite woman from continuing her arguement. "Now onto other business."
 
'Oh, wonderful,' Trent thought, but before the meeting could continue, they were interrupted.
 
+tap+ "Security to Captain Rodgers."
 
Trent looked over at the civilians.
 
"Could you excuse me for a moment," Trent said, standing up and walking out of the office.
 
"Rodgers here," Trent finally said as the door closed behind him, leaving out the 'thank you' part.
 
+tap+ "Sir, Admiral Guzman wanted us to inform you of another matter that has come up."
 
They explained that sheets in a couple of the senior staff and VIP quarters had been discovered contaminated with a poisonous substance called Batrachotoxin.
 
+tap+ "Sir, we discovered Batrachotoxin on the sheets in your quarters as well."
 
"OK. Continue your scans. Rodgers out."
 
Trent looked over at his new aide, Denaria Loto, and shrugged, "I didn't even know we had housekeeping."
 
She looked up at him, "Do you clean your own linens?"
 
"No."
 
"Then how do you think they were cleaned?"
 
"Magic elves," Trent said. "Anyhow, could you please inform the committee of business of something or other that something has come up and I was called away from my office."
 
"Captain?"
 
"Tell them to leave their requests, complaints or whatever in writing and I'll deal with them at my earliest possible convience."
 
"So, you want me to lie," Denaria said.
 
"Yeah, pretty much," Trent responded.
 
She smiled, "You know, you'd make a good diplomat."
 
"Don't threaten me," Trent said as he walked out of the waiting area.
 

 
Captain Trent Rodgers (npc by Rick)
XO, 1st TF, SSF Command
XO, SB 234: UNITY
 
and
 
other npcs by Rick

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[USS Chimera] SD 240910.02 | Joint Back Log | Richard Sharpe & Chloe Merau

=/\= The Start of a Log… you know, the beginning bit… where you begin… oh well if you haven’t got it yet, I doubt my explaining it will help! =/\=

 

Chloe stood in front of her locker, taking off her helmet. Her hair was stuck to her head and face in odd positions from the helmet. Tossing the helmet into her locker, it rolled out. She didn't care much at the moment. Taking off her outter uniform flightsuit, she hung that up a little more neat inside her locker before she put her helmet on the proper shelf.

 

She took a deep breath, letting out a sigh. She was one of the last people in the lockerarea, she was going in a very slow motion at the moment, not really feeling like to move much faster.

 

Richard left the briefing room, having given the company CO’s of 2^nd Battalion 24 hours to prepare for departure. Richard himself had 24 hours to get ready, and made his way to the quarters he was sharing with Chloe. His equipment bag hadn’t actually been unpacked, but it was worth checking his weapons, stripping them down and maintaining them. It was something of a pre-mission tradition of his.

 

Finishing what she needed to do, she headed to her quarters... or the quarters she shared with Richard. Making her way down a hall, threw a turbolift, and down anthor hall, she finally reached their quarters. Entering, she saw that Richard was already there. "Evening, Love..." She said with a smile on her face.

 

Richard was sat in the front room, an M16A2 stripped down on the coffee table, as he stood there, cleaning the firing mechanism. He looked up when Chloe arrived, and smiled. “Evening my sweet.”

 

"Your getting ready to go on a mission yourself, aren't you?" She said, looking from the rifle, to him, some disappointment on her face.

 

“Indeed I am.” Richard said. “I’ll be leading Operation Valkrye myself.”

 

"What happened to playing it safe and being a general?" She asked as she moved farther into their quarters. She went to the replicator, turning to look at him. "Do you want anything love?"

 

“A cold coke, please.” He said, and turned his attention back to his rifle. “You know as well as I do that I can’t be content to sit back here and watch the casualty reports coming in. I have to be in the thick of it.”

 

"I will never forgive you if you come in on one of those casualty reports, Richard." She said, hope that he never would in the tone of her voice. "Computer- one cold glass of -coke- and..." She paused a moment to choose what she wanted, "And a glass of marlot." She asked, wanting that, even if she knew it was only replicated.

 

“Alcohol?” Richard asked, his head shooting up.

 

"Shhhh..." She said as she set his coke down in front of him. "Soon Im going to completely stop." Chloe wanted to enjoy some of the time before she was going to completely stop drinking alcohol for some time.

 

Richard eyed her carefully. “You and I both know that you and alcohol do not mix.” He sighed. “I fear that Harper’s picked up your old habit, something bad has happened to him, but he wont’ tell me. But he’s been necking the Romulan ale found aboard station like its water rations.”

 

She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. She set the full glass back into the replicator. "Computer- a glass of cranberry juice." It wasn't what she was craving, but it would help. Taking the new drink, she went to sit down next to him. "It helps when you don't want to open up to others." She said, knowing out of experience. "And he will get over it, I did. I just need reminders sometimes."

 

Richard put his arm around Chloe’s shoulders and pulled her close to him. “You know I care deeply about you and for you.” He said. “I just don’t want you to start drinking again, just because I’m going into combat.”

 

"I promise you I won't." She told him, nuzzling her face into the side of his neck. "Im just hoping that soon I won't be able to." This was something he knew she wanted.

 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, looking at her.

 

"When we decide it's time to have the child I want, Im not going to go anywhere near it. Not before or during the time I carry." She told him, relishing the thought in her mind.

 

“You still want a child with me?” He asked, somewhat amused. “And ruin that fantastic figure of yours?”

 

"I want *your* child Richard." She said, amused that he thought the idea had worn off her.

 

“You want Sarah?” He asked, teasingly. “You’ve not even met her!”

 

"I want a child from the both of us. One thats completely mine." Since their relationship had become very steady, she had started to have a strong urge to have a child of her own.  His desire for marriage first kept her at bay for the time being, but soon as that was put to process, she wanted a child from him. "I want to have the trouble of carrying it, birthing it. Having it be from me."

 

“And you’re happy to give up your career to bring up this child?” He asked, concerned.

 

"I will deal with that when it comes up." She told him, moving her face from his neck to look at him.

 

“You’re absolutely sure you want a child with a man who is old enough to be your own father.” He said, deadpan.

 

"Richard, we've been over this before. Not in the sence of me wanting a child from you, but when we first got involved. You know that doesn't matter to me." Her hand softly went to his cheek, reassuring him.

 

“I just feel that I’m stealing your youth.” He said, looking into her eyes. He could not deny his love for her, and looking longingly into her deep blue eyes, he knew she was right, as he could see the love pouring back at him. He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.

 

She returned the kiss softly. "This is something I *need* to do when Im young, Richard. You know it will only get harder for me as I get older."

 

He nodded at her, and took her hand in his. “To that end, I left some of my… you know… with sickbay on Unity. If anything should happen to me, I want you to use it.”

 

"But nothing *is* going to happen to you." She told him, wrapping her arms around him tight. With his words, she knew that he realized how important to her it was to have his child. It wasn't just a child that she wanted, but it was his.

 

“Well, I’ve managed this long without dying. I figure I might make it through, but you had to know I made provisions…” He said.

 

"If that's what it would take to have your child, but surely you know I would like to conciece in a more .... traditional.... manner." her tone, as well as the expression on her face was obvious.

 

“I’m certain you’d enjoy it more, in any case.” He said, smiling at her.

 

"I don't think they would leave me feeling completely satasifed at the end...." She said with a soft laugh.

 

“Well, I’m glad I satisfy you.” He said, smirking.

 

"Now there's a good reason for my youth and your experience..." She said, amused that their conversation had left from being serious.

 

“Well, I can’t deny that age does have its advantages in the bedroom.” He chuckled.

 

Kissing his lips, she set her glass of cranberry juice down on the coffee table. Both of her hands then went to rest on his chest.

 

Richard put his own drink down, and wrapped his arms around Chloe, and a thought ran through his mind as he did. Age had its advantages on the sofa too…

 

=/\= Ending Now because what happens next is not for sensitive eyes…. *looks at DK* =/\=

 

MGen. Richard Sharpe

CO

1^st MEF

 

2Lt. Chloe Merau

Pilot

501^st Air Group, 1^st MEF

 

[USS Chimera] [ALPHA] SD240910.02 | Joint Backlog | COL J. Westman [NPC] & 1LT R. Winters | RCO & PL-E

 =/-\= Begin Backlog =/-\=

 

[Location: Padassa Station]

[Timeline: 4 hours before departing the station]

 

A young private ran through the sheer mass of green that had gathered on the main deck, in preparation for the big jump. Operation Valkrye, General Sharpe's big push against the Romulan's, was due to kick off in a few short hours. The private, an adjunct of Colonel Westman, was pushing his way through the groups of men.

 

"I'm looking for Lieutenant Winters, anyone seen Lieutenant Winters?"

 

Holding up a hand, Dick tried to wave down the man, "That's me, Private. What I can do for you?"

"Sir, Colonel Westman's compliments, and can you join him in his office ASAP." The private said.

"Uh...sure, thank you, Private," replied the Lieutenant before turning around to his Platoon Sergeant. "Get 'em saddled up and start transferring over. I'll join you when I'm finished with the Colonel." As Randleman nodded Winters turned and began making his way through the crowd himself.

 

Within minutes Dick found himself outside the Colonels office, waiting for permission to enter.

 

"Come in Dick!" Colonel John Westman shouted, gesturing with his hand through the open door.

 

Taking several steps into the office the Lieutenant asked, "You asked to see me, Colonel?"

 

"Indeed I did." Westman said. "Close the hatch."

 

Moving to pull the metal hatch closed, Dick couldn't help but wonder what was going on. As far as he was aware neither he nor any of his men had done anything to merit disciplinary action. When the hatch had sealed he turned back around to the Colonel, "Sir?"

 

"I haven't had a chance to congratulate you on the fine job you and your boys did on Norris. A tough assignment for sure, but we sent the best, and the best pulled through. You handled yourself really well down there Dick. Spiers was rather pleased, and so was General Sharpe." Westman said.

 

Dick had to force down a smile as he nodded, "Thank you, Colonel. I've got to give the credit to the men, though. They were the ones that really carried out that assault. The recognition should go to them."

 

"That it does, Dick." Westman said. "But you were the OC, and victory or failure depended on your actions. You accredited yourself with great distinction in the field of battle." The colonel moved around to stand before Winters. "General Sharpe has seen fit to promote you to 1st Lieutenant, for your actions on Norris 8.

 

Congratulations Dick." Westman removed the bronze bar from Winters' uniform, and replaced it with a silver one instead.

 

For a moment Winters was speechless. This had been the last thing he had expected to hear from the Regiment CO. He (and Easy along with him) had just been doing their duty. Finally he cleared his throat and responded, "Thank you, Colonel. It's an honor to serve with Easy Company, and I won't let them, or the regiment, down, sir."

 

"I know you won't son." Westman said. "You'll be pleased to hear that you're going to be bumped to Easy Company XO, since you're the only other 1st Lieutenant in the company right now." 

 

"Understood, Colonel," Dick said with another nod. Thankful he'd still be with his men, the Lieutenant was still well aware that he was about to find that there was a great deal more coming to occupy his time.

 

"General Sharpe has stated that he would like to be with Easy Company during the assault, and since it is the weakest company at the moment, having the General and the Sergeant Major with you guys might improve things. I'm tasking you with looking after the General, Lieutenant." Westman said, his tone more formal now.

 

This time Winters was speechless for a different reason. He knew what this was, and he definitely didn't like it. However, he was also fully aware he had absolutely no choice in the matter. Finally Dick nodded, "Understood, sir."

 

 "I don't like this any more than you do, Winters." Westman said. "But he is the CO, and he is more than capable of looking after himself. However… it would not be good for any of our careers if we allowed the General to get killed on our watch."

 

"I'll do my best to keep that in mind, Colonel," the Lieutenant said rather flatly as he nodded. He knew his duty, and he would do it. If the Colonel said to babysit the General, by by gods he'd babysit the General.

 

"Just don't make it look like you're baby-sitting." Westman said. "He's a very intelligent man, and he knows when he's being handled. However, these orders came on the advice of his own Sergeant Major, to Brigadier Stirling, who made it an order to me."

 

Raising an eyebrow Dick asked, "Permission to speak freely, sir?"

 

"By all means, Lieutenant," Westman said, using the rank to remind him who he was talking to, in case he planned on crossing a line.

 

"Were the General -truly- intelligent, sir, he would know better than to risk a Flag Officer, himself in this case, by putting them in the middle of a combat action," Dick said, not quite bothering with the niceties of conversation. After all, he had been given permission to speak his mind.

 

"General Sharpe is a very strange man." Westman said, slowly. "However, he is one hell of a field commander, and I know this from personal experience. That man can see things happening well before they happen. If I'm honest with you Dick, and this doesn't leave this room, it was a real crime promoting that man out of the field."

 

Westman sighed for a moment. "The reason I picked you for this crap job, Winters, is because I see a lot of what Sharpe has, in you. I truly think that you can learn a great deal from him."

 

"If you say so, Colonel," Dick replied with a shrug. "I'll take your word for it. But I just really hope he knows how to keep his head down."

 

"Lieutenant, you don't make it to Major General without learning that." Westman snapped. "You might not like it, but you're a marine, and so is the General. Never forget that."

 

 The Lieutenant shook his head as he replied, "Never, sir."

 

Westman chucked a PADD at Winters. "That's the man's CV. It might be worth getting to know him as you would any grunt under your command."

 

"I'll have plenty of time during the trip," admitted Dick as he accepted the PADD. "It'll be nice to have some reading material."

 

"Very well Lieutenant." Westman said. "Don't let me down son."

 

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

--
Colonel John Westman [NPC by Frankie]

Regiment Commanding Officer

1st Regiment, 1st MEF

 

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

[USS Chimera] SD 240910.02 || BRAVO || Personal Log || Capt Rojac ||

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

Cropa didn't look at the screen when he left the conference room. He had seen enough; enough to personally justify the war with Romulus in his own mind. Their use of thalaron weapons was a travesty of the 'honor' they claimed to hold so dearly. Rojac almost wished the Chimera as equipped with an array like the scimitars - if only to give the Romulans a taste of their own medicine. But then he would remember something his grandfather would tell him every time Cropa got in an argument. 'Take the high road.' He would say. At this point in time, Cropa Rojac was finding the high road quite difficult.

The young Captain entered his quarters and crossed immediately to his bedroom closet. He reached in and pulled out a standard away team jump suit and tossed it on the bed. His tunic was halfway over his head hen the door chimed.

"Come." He called, resuming his activity.

Lieutenant Rayna Dior appeared at his bedroom door. "You're being foolish, you know?"

Cropa turned to sit at the foot of the bed so he could take off his pair of slacks. "What gives you that impression, Lieutenant?"

"Don't get formal on me, Cropa." Rayna said defiantly. "You know very well what I'm talking about. Walters should be on that away team, a Captain is not supposed to partake in suicide missions."

Cropa remained silent as he pulled on the solid black jumpsuit with the red horizontal line running across the chest. He pulled the zipper shut up to his neck before slapping his palms on his knees. "Rayna, I need to go on this mission."

"Why?" She asked, her emotions showing plainly on her face. It was a far cry from the professional officer at the controls of the flagship of the First Taskforce. "You're supposed to make the XO lead away teams. Your too valuable to the fleet."

"I may a promise, Rayna." Cropa replied. "I am not leaving Cortez to die on that station, nor any other of my marines on that station." He stood up, defiantly. "THey are my men, my crew, and I will not let them down."

Rayna took a deep breath and wiped a tear from her eye. After a quiet moment he stood and draped her arms atop his tall shoulders, laying her head against his chest. "You will be careful won't you?"

"If I say yes, will it make you feel better?" He asked with a smirk.

"Marginally."

"Then yes, I'll be careful." He kissed her forehead, then gently pushed her back. "Now chin up, Lieutenant. Major Walters is going to need a damned good helm officer at the controls."

She smiled, and snapped of a salute. "Aye sir." Then she leaned in for a kiss. She urned around as she headed out the door. "Just be back before dinner."

Rojac chuckled, then seated himself to pull on his combat boots. When he was finished, he entered the hallway and walked down to the waiting turbolift doors. 

"Shuttle Bay One." He declared. The doors shut.

[End Log]

Captain Cropa Arnold Rojac

Commanding Officer

Lieutenant Rayna Dior

Flight Control Officer

USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

[USS Chimera] [ALPHA] SD240910.02 | "On the Road Again" | 2LT R. Winters

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

 

[Location: Marine AC-808 Dropship SV-196-13]

[Timeline: 36 hours after the mission briefing]

 

So here we were again. Not three days after the assault on Norris Eight Easy Company was once again on the move towards the next combat zone. The men were uneasy about their rapid redeployment, but for the most part they dealt with it well. They were trained for combat. They knew to expect it.

 

Lieutenant T'Shal seemed to settle into the role of Company Commander fairly easily. It may have just been her Vulcan training, but if she was uneasy about command she didn't show it. And that really helped the men adjust to her. They knew her, and trusted her, but having a new CO could always throw a wrench into the machinery.

 

"Bull, have 'em start their final checks. We'll be in drop position in just over an hour," Lieutenant Dick Winters ordered as he moved down through the center of the troop carrier, having just left the small craft's cockpit.

 

The rather large man nodded and stood up from his seat and moved towards the rear of the chamber in order to start the equipment checklists, "You got it, Lieutenant." Denver 'Bull' Randleman had been Dick's Platoon Sergeant for just over a week at this point, but already Dick knew that he could trust the Gunny with anything.

 

The assault on the snow-covered moon of Norris VIII had been Dick's first combat action as a commissioned officer in the Starfleet Marine Corps. And that assault, despite being an overall victory, had ended up costing the entire company dearly. Nearly a third had been incapacitated due to injuries, with nearly fifteen percent killed-in-action. Anyone with a common ability with figures could tell this left Easy Company in a very bad spot. First Platoon, through luck more than circumstance, had managed to make it through with only minimal losses.

 

As always Command had seen fit to replenish the losses with freshly minted soldiers, looking like they all had just come from the same cookie-cutter mold. This is what unsettled the veterans of Easy Company the most. It was difficult to trust a stranger with your lift, no matter what the propaganda of the Corps advertised. An unknown was always an unknown, and these men who had never once been in combat were definitely an unknown.

 

Dick had wanted to meet up with Lieutenant th'Laxonth before the battalion had left Padassa Station, but apparently Nix had been assigned as part of the forward deployment trying to get as much last-minute intelligence as they could before the assault. Unfortunately not much had come from the intelligence group, which left Easy and the rest of the companies in a nice tight bind.

 

"Sixty minutes, Lieutenant!" called a voice from the control deck behind him. The compartment fell eerily silent at that announcement, as the men began to look between themselves. They knew this was the calm before the storm, and if the expectations were anywhere near accurate, this was going to be one hellacious storm.

 

"If you've got any gods," Dick shouted out and he slowly made his way down among the men of First Platoon, "Now would be the time to start praying…"

 

=/-\= To Be Continued =/-\=

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

Gunnery Sergeant Denver "Bull" Randleman [NPC apb DK]
Platoon Sergeant, First Platoon, E "Easy" Company
2nd Battalion, 1st Regiment, 1st MEF

[USS Chimera] SD 240910.01 || BRAVO || Senior Staff Emergency Meeting ||

[Main Conference Room - Deck One - USS Chimera NCC 96899-C]

"We need to act quickly." Rojac began as the last senior staff member took their seat along the long table at the aft of deck one. "We don't have much time to spare."

"Whats going on", Lieutenant Castillo asked anxiously.

Rojac turned to the screen along the wall behind him and ordered the computer to display a stilled image of the Eagle's last transmission with the Chimera. Ash filled uniforms lay crumbled throughout the interior of the undamaged room with blinking consoles and warnings. Rojac's
commentary was stoic, almost vulcan-like in the lack of emotion - but there was no time for emotion. "The Eagle has been compromised;  apparently hit by one of the Thalaron cruisers. I have initiated its remote destruction sequence to prevent her falling into enemy hands. But now this means we need to complete her part of the mission." The Captain said. "I need a team of six to accompany me on a shuttle craft to retrieve our Away Teams from the station. We need
Shao's data on he dimensional portal, and we can't leave our CSec stranded."

Walters had spent some time learning the cumbersome and bureaucratic rules of Starfleet so it was standard procedure that he would get the away team lead role.  "So when do I leave Captain?"

The Captain shook his head. "I need you on the Chimera, Major. I'll be heading up the Away team."

"Instant promotion...lucky day.  Care to explain leaving your ship to lead a rescue that other personnel who have far less access to classified information are capable of ?"  Walters asked dryly.

"The current state of the Chimera's port impulse drive leaves my usual tactics in the dark, Major." Rojac said. "I can't fight as well with a crippled wing. The Chimera's going to have to change tactics, and your experience as a fixed base commander will come more in handy. You are
better at coordinating air support and laying defensive artillery fire. As for you second point," Rojac continued, "I feel like going."

{I had an entire Planetary Defense Net at my disposal in that role and 3km of armour plating, rock and concrete above my head.}  Walters thought.  "We at least have the advantage if they are expecting your tactics again."  He could almost feel the eyes of Major Xerxes cynically evaluating his lack of actual use of air power, he was after all merely a lab technician in military uniform in her eyes.

Rojac turned to Levison. "Commander, can you calibrate the phasers for more tight-beam and long-range settings? We're going to have to fight from a distance."

"I'm sure that Commander Kilbain and I can sort something out for you Captain. We should be able to adjust the weapons to be about as efficient as a surgeon's scalpel, just at a lot greater range. I'll probably need a fair amount more in terms of power though, if Mister Vaughn can spare it," Levison nodded, stroking his chin in thought for a moment before glancing across at the Operations officer.

"I'll see what I can do." Vaughn said adding it to the list of things he needed to do. The problem wasn't getting the power to where it needed to go but finding it but he knew that he and his team would be able to do it.

"Should have it done within the hour then," Mike nodded again, offering a slight smile despite the grim circumstances.

"Good." Rojac nodded. "You and Major Walters will be in command. Major Xerxes, what type of defensive air support can you lend if any Romulans stray to close?"

"Torpedo intercept is all I can really guarantee.  Our information is practically zero on these new advanced Thelaron Cruisers so I can't even give an accurate estimate on how well our weapons will work against them or even if they will get in range.  It's going to be a tight finish to this race."  Anya replied.

"Vaughn, give the Major whatever support she needs. I want her squadrons fully stocked before we go operational." Rojac ordered.

"Yes sir." Ian said tapping on a PADD and sending a quick message to Sgt Drake to get a team ready to deal with ordnance and what ever else the Major needed. "Captain can I make a suggestion?" Ian asked.

"Feel free, Lieutenant." Rojac replied.

"I suggest that you take some operations personnel with you just in-case they or someone on the team needs a quick beam out." Ian said looking straight at the Captain.

"I'm planning for that, Lieutenant." Rojac said. "As for my team, I want Kroitzer, Fisher, and Castillo." Rojac said to the CEO, CMO and acting CSec. "Fisher, pick one subordinate to meet us in the shuttle bay in ten minutes for flight preparation. Mr. Vaughn, send Jones to meet us there as well. I want you on the bridge for the battle."

"Yes sir." Vaughn said he would inform Jones of this once he gets back onto the bridge he was also formulating operation teams to work on some quick diagnostics and to adjust power flow to systems that need it and try and get things balanced.

Scott merely nodded and said, "Yes Sir." quickly deciding on his choice of Collins, the AMO most likely to be suitable for this mission.

Charly almost spoke up, the thought of questioning why he should be tagging along on this mission had crossed his mind, but seeing as how determined the Captain had been in issuing his orders he didn't think it would do much good. Captain Rojac reminded Charly of a rather angry William Riker anyways and he'd rather not be on his bad side.

Anya scowled at the monitor.  Thelaron Cruisers like the Scimitar Class were huge.  With the difference in size between the Scimitar class and these new ships there should be a substantial power gap within the weapons capability but there wasn't, if anything they were equal.  Even given time for further development and help from the Muhareem, the Romulans still shouldn't have this level of technical advantage.  Between that and the advanced level of the Scorpion II's her squadron had faced on the last mission there seemed an aspect of time to this as well.  The yellow tree was tall and strong, the blue tree was stunted and dying.

"Any questions?" Rojac asked.

"Sir, if I may?" Levison piped up, waiting for Rojac's nod before continuing, "Captain, are we certain that the Eagle was destroyed by its destruct protocol? I simply feel it might be worth checking, just to be on the safe side."

"Take whatever precautions you deem necessary, Commander." Rojac replied. "But keep her out of enemy hands, at all costs." He looked around the table, "Anything else?" He looked across at the room of faces, "Then you are dismissed. AT departs in ten minutes, all others to battle stations."

The group stood from their places and leaving the table, began to make their way back towards the door, each thinking of the preparations they needed to make. Scott, as did most of the  thers, glanced at the image still displayed on the screen. It was a chilling scene.

Vaughn followed everyone out of the conference room he had heard of what that Romulan weapon could do but to see it actually doing it terrified Vaughn.

Walters too looked at the screen but he wasn't afraid, this was merely something to overcome.  With the Thelaron beam and Chimera's current state, the enemy had the advantage in weapons range, firepower, numbers and maneuverability.  To face them head on would be suicide. For this he was going to require tactics and he had an idea formulating...

[End Log]

Captain Cropa Rojac

Commanding Officer

(E)Major Scott Walters

Executive Officer

Commander Mike Levison

Chief Tactical Officer

Major Anya Xerxes

Wing Commander

Lieutenant Ian Vaughn

Acting Chief Operations Officer

USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

[USS Chimera] SD 240910.01 SB Unity. RAdm. Guzman / Cmdr Summers

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

*** 1st Task Force Commanders Office ***

Rangi had not bothered to request a meeting with Shane. She
knew, even as she made her hurried way towards his office,
that it was taking a risk for he could be in a meeting or
engaged in some work that couldn't be interrupted but she
wanted to see him and speak to him face to face so took the
chance.

Pakosii was seated at his desk when she eventually
was allowed to enter the outer office but got to his feet
with an expression of mild surprise on his face for he had
not expected to see her.

"I'm sorry if it's not convenient." Rangi said without
waiting for a polite greeting "...but I have to talk to the
Admiral at once. It's very important."

She glanced quickly to one side where two armed guards
stared impassively at the far wall, both watching her
without a trace of doing so. She looked back at Pakosii. "Is
he free?" she asked.

"He's busy at the moment, I fear" Pakosii said, but seeing
the expression on the mother of Admiral's son, he added:
"But I ask him none-the-less, please take a seat Commander".

"Thank you."

With barely concealed impatience, Rangi stepped towards the
little row of four chairs set against the wall and sat down
on the first one. She glanced at the guards standing either
side of the door and caught one looking at her.

It didn't take Pakosii long to look up from his console
and beam a smile on Rangi. "Commander Summers, you can see
the Admiral now, please proceed"

Rangi needed no second bidding and with a nod of thanks
towards Pakosii she made straight for the door to Shane's
office which was opened for her by a guard when she was two
steps away.
He sealed it shut once she had passed inside.

Shane stood up from his chair and walked towards Rangi as
she entered the room. He knew that she would not request his
immediate attention wouldn't it be serious. The fact that
she did not use comm. system to contact him suggested that
it isn't duty related.

"Hello Rangi, how can I help you?" he asked with concern in
his voice.

She walked to meet him and looked up into his face. "There's
been an intruder in our quarters." she said. "She was trying
to kill us...all of us. Shane, she came so near to
succeeding."

"WHAT?!" Shane cried in astonishment.

"I'm sorry." she said "It was such a shock and then thinking
about it well...." She sat down as he had asked and began at
the beginning.

"I was in the kitchen making something for tonight when I
heard the door open. It was the housekeeper. I didn't think
anything of it because its her day to come but she was
surprised to see me there I think."

She gave a small shrug
and met Shane's worried eyes although he didn't interrupt
her.
"She said she would just change the bedding...she had
all the linen in a pack with her...then suddenly she sort
of...stumbled and fell. I didn't know if she'd tripped or
something but then a man materialized holding a knife to her
throat."

"WHAT?!" Shane asked again. "Materialized? What kind of man?
A murderer?" he hissed with anger.

Rangi shook her head. "No, he's a bodyguard for Ambassador
Alecto. The woman had tried the same thing in her quarters.
The sheets are coated in Batrachotoxin. It's absorbed
through the skin and will stop nerve impulses. "
She paused
and then, her eyes filling with tears added

" We could have put Martin to bed and..and he would have
died within
minutes."

Shane slammed with his find on the desk. He did not mind the
bloody scratch on his knuckles, most probably not even
noticed it.
"Is he all right?" he asked, "Are YOU all right?"

"Yes." Rangi replied, which was not the whole truth, for
having spoken
of the incident, she began to feel more shaken now then when
it had happened.

"What happened to the woman and sheets?" was another of
Shane's question. His face was becoming dangerously white,
his temper just about exploding.

Rangi laid her hand on Shanes arm. " She's in custody..in
the Brig. A security team arrived and took control of
everything. The sheets are there too, safely
sealed.Ryunosuke, thats the body guard, went with them to
make a statement."
She looked at Shanes expression of concern and barely
contained anger.

He tapped his badge and barked: +TAPS+ Security! +TAPS+

+TAPS+ Security here +TAPS+

+TAPS+ This is Admiral Guzman. I want all Task Force living
area scanned and searched for poisons and every other
dangerous substances. Fleet level area is from now on
Security alert. Everyone entering the area not belonging to
security will be scanned and cleared. I mean everyone, from
the last waste disposal technician, up to an Admiral!
Understood? +

The response came just a moment later. +TAPS+ Yes, sir
+TAPS+ Just within a few seconds, a single flashing light on
one of the wall consoles in Shane's quarters announced a
security alarm being activated.

She stepped to him and seeing some colour returning to his
face, stepped into the circle of his arm.

"What shall we do, Rangi?" Shane asked suddenly tired.

"You've done everything you can." she replied "...they will
see that and give up."

Even as she said it the words sounded hollow to her ears.
She leaned her head against Shanes chest.
"Its just that
they came right into our home...into the beds. It's just the
shock." she added sounding more definate and looked up to
him. " Do you think we can put a call through to the
preschool? They would have let us know if there was a
problem....but I'd like to be sure."

Shane nodded: "Of course we can". He tapped a few buttons on
his desk console.
Rangi stood beside him and waited as the link to the
preschool was made.

The screens display changed again, this time to reveal the
face of Sonia Woods, Martins teacher. Behind her was a wall
decorated with brighly coloured letters and numbers. Sounds
of children playing could be heard.

"Good morning, Mrs. Woods. I am sorry to interrupt you, but
can we please see what Martin is doing at the moment?" he
asked.

" Good morning Sir," she said politely, probably wondering
why the Admiral would want to monitor his son but she would
not ask why.

" Martin has enjoyed a happy morning. We've been talking
about rain and sunshine today and how they make things
grow.At the moment we are having playtime but we're about to
end the session and have our snacks and storytime. Later we
plan a vist to the Arboretum. "
She smiled then looked away.
" If you want to see him..." she said and began scanning the
room. She frowned
"Now...where is he?" she asked then
smiled and turned back " On the trampoline" she said, leaned
forward and pressed an unseen button.

Once again there was a change on the screen and this time
Martin was in view, bouncing up and down with two little
friends on a low trampoline. They were laughing and falling
over now and then which only added to their fun.

Both of them sighed in relief. Martin was fine and there was
no danger lurking around him … for the moment. But Shane
was not willing to try his luck again and therefore he said:

"Mrs. Woods, there has been a security accident just a while
ago. For a temporal time period, I'd like to station
security guards at the pre-school facility. It's for safety
of all children … including Martin."

The teachers polite smile vanished. " Guards?...at the
school?
Admiral...with respectI really don't..." but her reply was
interrupted.

Shane shook his head: "I am sorry, Mrs. Woods. I really hate
to step on your toes, but we must ensure security of the
children. I don't want to offer the enemy a target like
the pre-school unguarded. A security team will arrive within
5 minutes. None will enter your facility, they will stay
outside, but everyone entering or leaving will be cleared"

Mrs Woods looked far from happy and replied somewhat
stiffly. " As you wish ofcourse Admiral."

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mrs. Woods" Shane said and
closed the channel. He looked at Rangi and said: "Damn a
world where children need bodyguards. I was a fool thinking
that Martin will be safe here …"

"We'll make it safe for him." Rangi said and squeezed Shanes
hands.
" I think I'll go down there...explain a little more why
this is necessary. It could be that some of the other
parents wont take kindly to it."
Shane nodded and Rangi stretched up on tiptoes to share a
gentle kiss.

Once back into the outer office, she thanked Pakosii and
went out into the corridor.
She had walked towards the turbolift, thinking what she
would say to Mrs Woods but as she neared the doors, a tall
and strongly built man stepped forward.

"Commander Summers?" he asked
"Yes." Rangi replied, coming to a halt.

" Ma'am, I'm Lieutenant Holland...you're body guard."

They looked at each other in silence for a few seconds then
Rangi spoke:
"I'm going to the school." she said and he reached back to
the turbo lift and opened the doors for her.

*** End Log ***

RAdm. Shane Guzman
CO, 1st TF, SSF Command
CO, SB 234: UNITY
&
Cmdr Rangi Summers
Med Adv 1st TF
CMO
SB Unity

Mrs Woods / Lt Holland
(npcs) Rangi

[USS Chimera] SD 240909.29 || Duty Log || Captain Cropa Rojac ||

[Ready Room - Deck One - USS Chimera NCC 96899-C]

Captain Cropa Rojac crossed the threshold to his Ready Room somewhat relieved the Chimera had survived their recent confrontation. He let out a long breath that he felt he had been holding for the past hour. It was exasperating.

Behind his desk the master systems display showed blinking red areas on the ship's layout where damage had been reported. The whole area surrounding the port impulse drive was a splash of crimson, reminiscent of the vital wound the romulan torpedoes had dealt to the ship. Any further confrontations would necessitate a change in tactics for ROjac and his crew; tactics that Rojac was not as fond of.

As a tactician, Rojac had always preferred unexpected, close-quarters starship combat of a more swashbuckling fashion. His instructors at the Academy and Special Forces training schools often  accused him of trying to dogfight with a capital ship. They may have disapproved ideologically, but they had to hand it to him when he aced each and every simulation they threw at him. This history was part of the reason he held Major Xerxes as a tactical officer for so long - her strategies were heavily influenced by her time as a fighter pilot, and they were familiar to Rojac's own. But when she wished to return to her first love - piloting - he coul dnot hold her back.

Rojac turned from the MSD and approached his desk. He tapped on it's surface and, after internal sensors confirmed his biometrics, its internal systems sprung to life with data to show an active LCARS display. As promised, LtCmdr Montesque had a link ready to communicate with the Eagle.  Rojac took a seat, and typed in his codes.

"Captain Rojac to the USS Eagle." He declared.

His hail sat in the air for several minutes until the young captain raised a questioning eyebrow. "Rojac to Eagle. Do you read me?"

Again, his call came unanswered.

"Well this is hardly the time for a techinical malfunction." He declared to the empty room. Frustrated he tapped his combadge. "Rojac to Montesque. Commander, why am I not getting through to the Eagle? Are we on the right encryption?"

The communiations officer was quick in his reply. +Yes sir. The communications encryption is matched to those agreed upon before commencement of the operation. I'm running a diagnostic.+

Rojac crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair.

+Sir, you are connected to the Eagle's communications system, but no one is answering on the other line.+

A look of concern crept over the Captain's face.

+Shall I keep trying sir?+

"Yes." Rojac said, leaning forward now. "Try and get a hold of your counterpart aboard. Notify me of any changes. Rojac out."

He ended the transmission and stared as the spining emblem of the Katana-B class USS Eagle. It depicted a magestic bird of prey clutching a bundle of arrows in one of its talons, and an olive branch in the other. It symbolized the vessels mission of fighting for the purpose of peace; a hard battle to win to say the least. Expecting the worst Rojac declared his next orders to the ships computer.

"Computer, Command override of communications acceptance protocols. Authorization Rojac-Alpha-Seven."

[Command codes accepted.]

"Computer, open a visual channel to the bridge, USS Eagle."

The computer immediately complied, and showed the horrific image without compassion. The bridge looked pristine, undisturbed and fully functional; the only thing disturbing the sanctity of the room wre the puddles of ash and cloth of the officers that once commanded the valiant vessel. Rojac gaped in surprise at the scence and covered his open mouth at the sight of the distrubing image. His eyes caught a blinking red light on the auxiliary security station at the rear of the bridge: it was an intruder alert.

"Computer, set remote self-detonation protocols on the USS Eagle. Authorization Rojac-Alpha-Seven. Silent countdown, thirty seconds."

[Order acknowledged. The USS Eagle will self-destruct in thirty seconds, there will be no further auditory warnings.]

Rojac stood abruptly and headed for the door, leaving the communication lines open - knowing that the ships computer would save any records of the transmission. His entrance onto the bridge was abrupt, and his list of orders stormed from his mouth.

"Vaughn, have your people get a shuttle prepped for departure in shuttlebay one, stat." He ordered the Operations Chief, walking past Major Walters he said, "Major, I need all senior staff in the conference room five minutes ago."

"What's going on?" Walters asked, concerned.

"The Eagle's been compromised. We need to get our Teams off now." The Captain replied, not erring in his determined stride. He called back as his back exited through the closing rear entry, "Conference Room, now!"

[End Log]

Captain Cropa Rojac
Commandign Officer
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

[USS Chimera] SD 240909.29 || BRAVO || Bridge Log || USS Chimera NCC 96899-C ||

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

"Captain, sensors are picking up a pair scouts that have tailed us,"
Carpenter piped up from the science station.

Cropa Rojac was not particularly thrilled to hear the science
officer's report. Dior was busy compensating for he damage to the port
impulse engine and the abrupt, high-speed entry into a stellar
nursery's nebula. Suffice to say, the inertial dampeners were a little
overwhelmed and the pitching a rolling was much more noticeable. He
spared a glance at her as she busied herself at her console, but said
nothing in reply.

The young captain gripped his armrests and issued his orders. "Vaughn,
boost power to the starboard impulse engines. Dior, fire them at
maximum for five seconds to spin us around. At that time, Levison, do
you think you can give our friends a nasty surprise?"

"Aye sir, I think we can do that," Mike said with a sly half-smile,
"If Engineering can spare a couple of anti-matter canisters to drop
five seconds ago, I think we can send them back from whence they came.
A few extra torpedoes in the mix and we should be good."

"Good." Rojac smirked and turned back around. "Execute the maneuver
when they are five seconds out. That should minimize their chance to
react."

"Aye sir." Dior replied. "Science can you give the go?"

"Aye." Carpenter responded, squinting discriminatory at her read-outs. "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five!"

"Firing!" Dior reported as she brought the engines to full power. The
ship rumbled, shuddered and spun to port to face down the incoming
scouts. She fired the port RCS thrusters at full to stop their
momentum. She whispered a greeting as he smirked up at the viewscreen,
"well, hello there."

"Hang on to your socks, people," Levison said to no-one in particular
before hammering the firing controls on his console yet again. Rather
than wasting Quantum Torpedoes, Mike launched a spread of Photons
instead this time, the fiery red orbs flitting towards their

predetermined detonation points and exploding into glorious bursts of

energy. Three torpedoes each were directed at the two scouts whilst
the final one passed them to strike the anti-matter canister behind
them. The resultant explosion sent a vast shockwave into the aft
sections of the two scoutships, blasting them off their pursuit course
of the Chimera. "They won't be bothering us for a while sir, they're
retreating, for now."

Rojac slammed a fist into the armrest. He wished he could issue a
pursuit order, but with port impulse down their pursuit would be
fruitless. The scouts would fly rings around them. They needed impulse
online ASAP, and he was sure Lieutenant Kroitzer was busy trying to
make that happen.

Lieutenant Carpenter looked up suddenly from her sensor readouts. "Lancer squadron is in range."

"Lancer One to Chimera.  Reinforcements have arrived we're standing by
with 4 ASM's at our disposal...problem is our sensors don't pack
enough punch through this soup.  Care to give us something to shoot
at?" Anya asked flying her squadron in near blindly on the path
Chimera had taken.

"Major Xerxes, I'm opening a datalink with your squadron giving you
real time information from our sensors.  When they show on our
sensors, show them the way to the afterlife."  Major Walters said as
he tapped in the authorizations into the panel on his armrest.

"Rodger that Chimera though I don't know if the Romulan Pantheon of  Gods has a version of hell, we'll make 'em nice and krispy soon  enough...getting a read on the first one now. LANCER ONE, FOX TWO!" 

The last bit was shouted as she detached the missile and got the hell 

out of it's way within the three seconds before it went to warp.
There was a flash as the missile went to warp and was followed by a
massive explosion where it impacted on the Romulan Scout.  The
explosion didn't completely destroy the ship but it drifted lifelessly
the only animation coming from the burning areas on the hull.

Rojac watched the glorious image on the viewscreen. It was to bad that the weapons creator was neck deep in work in the port impulse drive - he would have enjoyed the view.

"Mr. Levison," the captain said, "weapons free on target two."

The Chief Tactical Officer unleashed one more volley of phaser turret fire on the escaping warbird, heavily burdening their dorsal shields. Two of Xerxes' fighter swooped in for support and finished the craft off with volleys from their microtorpedo launchers. The vivd display illuminated the Bridge in a pristine orange glow.

Rojac stood from his chair and pulled down on the edges of his jacket, watching the drifting debris float across the viewscreen. "Major," he said to his XO, You have the conn. Get the squadrons back aboard and assemble the senior staff for an emergency meeting in the conference room."

The major nodded and Rojac turned to the communications officer, LtCommander Kresh Montesque. "Open a line to the Eagle in my Ready Room, Commander."

"Aye sir." Rojac heard before he disappeared behind the doors.

[End Log]

Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer

Major Scott Walters
Executive Officer

Major Anya Xerxes
Squadron Commander

Commander Mike Levison
Chief Tactical Officer

USS Chimera NCC 96899-C