Saturday, October 17, 2009

[USS Chimera] SD: 240910.17 ||Unity|| Joint Duty Log, RAdm. Shane Guzman/Ryunosuke

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====== Investigation room three, Security area,
SB 234: UNITY =====

Ryunosuke interlaced his fingers in front of his mouth and
answered whilst deep in thought. "If it was merely a case of
sabotaging relations between the Federation and the Alliance
they would have put poisoned sheets in every room but
Ambassador Ayanami's.  A lousy frame but it likely would
have been accepted as fact.  No I think there are other
factors involved, perhaps the success of recent missions
against the Romulans.  Removing some of the top strategic
planners on both the front lines of the war would result in
a quagmire.  Who would benefit from both sides of this war
wearing themselves into annihilation?"

"Some third party" Shane replied the obvious. "Or someone
behind the scenes on both sides" he added. "Speaking about a
third party, who the hell, would be capable of such an
action? After all, it's not kid's game to bring someone this
near to the Ambassador and myself. I do not think that any
major powers in this quadrant would do so ... Klingons or
Cardassians. There are of course a number of minor powers
with high ambitions, but if we could track the attack down
to any of them, they would face SERIOUS troubles. That leads
us back to someone behind the scenes, what do you think
about it?"

"It's hard to give a definite answer without more
information.  The Klingons with their fledgling intelligence networks likely
dont have the pull or the expertise for such a high level action and
as for the Cardassians, the Federation never did stamp out the Obsidian
Order to the degree it wanted and they definitely have the ability.
Despite a build up in ships though, they seem to be playing ball as
I'm sure your father would agree.  Those ideas are based on old
thinking though, powers and principalities are no longer the be all
and end all.  The problem is with a group behind the scenes that
could be anyone, if they are long established, wide reaching and have
high level connections...  If they did have a public face it
wouldn't be ultra high visibility but well known enough to be ignored
and easy to overlook.  Possibly a religious or charitable organization?"
Ryunosuke mused.

Shane nodded: "Possible enough. But achieving such a victory
like gaining access to our fleet level area and nearly
killing the Ambassador and me, needs military support. But I
don't like where this conversation is leading. *IF* we are
talking about betrayal (at Krondor) in Starfleet or Erassian
military, then I see black for everyone involved"

Ryunosuke nodded. "Depressingly not trusting anyone is probably the best course of action.  It may not be the most conducive course for long term happiness but its the best way to stay alive.  Although its a risk what counter intelligence assets do you have to hand."

Sighing, Shane added: "You know most probably best yourself.
SFI had no unit on UNITY, SSFI is busy elsewhere and what we
have ..." Shane paused, "is not usable for counter
intelligence. I bet I have to speak with the Ambassador
about some intel backup"

"I'm sure she'll do her best to facilitate the request Admiral.  One last thing before I go.  Officially blame the assassination attempts on Romulan spies.  The easiest way to find the enemy is when they're not aware you are looking for them.  Do be careful who you mention this conversation to.  We do not know who the enemy is and there is a chance they do not know who they are either." He said getting up and moving towards the door.  Just before he exited he said just loudly enough for the Admiral to hear him. "After all it wouldn't be the first time you've had a sleeper agent amongst your crew..."

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Rear Admiral Shane Guzman
1TF CO
SB 234: Unity

Ryunosuke
Crown Agent
SB 234: Unity

[USS Chimera] SD: 240910.17 ||Bravo|| || Serpent JL 2 ||

[USS Serpent]


Rojac stared at the hypnotic, swirling mass of color that was the Romulan dimensional gate. If Rojac did not comprehend the danger the beautiful display represented, he would probably have liked it - instead the sight instilled in his gut a sense of dread and vengeance. He wanted to cut the display short.

The Captain turned to the young Ops Lieutenant to his right. "Jones," he said urgently, "get the detonator from Cortez, quickly."

"Aye Sir." Jones said as he stood up and made his way past chairs and consoles to make it to the back once back there he  looked around looking for Cortez to get the detonator for the Captain. After locating Cortez he headed over to him and also where the doctor was.

"Kroitzer, hop on the sensors and give me whatever you can as soon as you can on whatever is coming out of that gate."

Gustav said "Aye sir" as he left his chair to take up the co-pilots seat and he quickly set about getting all the sensor data he could.

[Serpent - Aft]

Cortez writhed around suddenly waking up to see Fisher the ships CMO standing over him. To his side was another man whose face he couldn't remember.

"Excuse me doc." Jones said he then looked at Cortez, "Sir the Captain needs the detonator where is it?" Jones asked not really wanting to use up more time and allow more of what ever was going to come through the gate.

Scott, was too engrossed in dealing with the massive wound to take much notice of someone standing beside him and it wasnt until he turned to reach for more medication that he found his way blocked. "Out of the way." he said shortly.

Not completely understanding the question or what this man wanted and unable to speak, Cortez pointed to his gear which had been taken off by the medic.  It was laying on the ground a few feet from the bed he was laying down on.

Jones opened the case that Cortez pointed to once it was open Jones moved some stuff around and then shut it again, "it's not in here." Jones said standing up and looking at Cortez with a shock look on his face. He then heard the doc say something which made Jones look and he realized that he was in his way. The Major suddenly felt a warm fuzzy feeling moving up his arm from where the doctor had injected something and into the rest of his body. He realized he was suddenly becoming very drowsy again.

"Detonator?" How should I know?!...will you get out of the way? I need to get in there." Scott pointed to the open medkit.

Jones finally realized what the doc wanted, "Sorry." Jones said stepping back to allow the doc to get in there, "Is there any other cases that the detonator may be in?" Jones said looking around the back compartment hoping that it wasn't on the station. 'Detonator' Cortez thought, 'its on the damn station' he wanted to yell, but all that came out was a few small gasps and grunts.  A few seconds later he was passed out again.

Scott grabbed hold of Cortez arm and looked at the open fingers. "There is no detonator..ok?...now get out of the way!" he said glaring up at Jones

Dare looked down at the bleeding Cortez and tried not to smirk.  Seeing him injured so much gave her a certain sense of satisfaction.  Her team could have done it without ending up like that.  She wasn't entirely ungrateful however, the distraction he'd caused had allowed her team to get their task completed quicker and without as much romulan resistance.  Pity, she'd be looking forward to a good killing spree.  A small sigh then she spoke up.  "Captain Rojac, the data we retrieved is being prepared and entered onto a PADD for you."

[Cockpit]

Gustav looked at the screen in front of him in disbelief  "Sir I think you need to see this" he said pointing to the screen a ship appearing from the gate "It's registering as… large sir, very large… about four miles long and huge".

"Four miles?" Rojac said in disbelief. He pulled up his own navigational sensors. "Holy hell." He muttered. "Xerxes' Lancers are moving in, put us in on their comm system." Rojac said, as he took a course away from the station.

The Chief Engineer activated the comms but the result was a poor connection at best.

Static blared through the audio systems in the cockpit.

+Anti-Ship Missiles to take out the engines first then start dropping the full size torps.  Have Windhover Squadron provide medium range intercept support for Chimera as we only have the primary phaser arrays online.  Keep them busy till we can get in
weapons range.+ It was Walters' voice that was heard on the line.

Rojac listened intently as the fighters confirmed their orders, just as Jones returned from the aft of the shuttle.

Walking back up front after searching through numerous cases, "sir no detonator I believe it's still on the station." Jones said knowing that's not the best of news that the CO wanted to hear.

The Romulan Cruiser was blasted apart by several extremely high intensity energy beams from the gargantuan ship moving through the gate

+Unknown vessel, this is Major Xerxes of the USS Chimera-C.  Identify yourself immediately.+

Rojac barely hear it, he was focused on Jones' revelation. "What?" He grit his teeth. His ace in the hole had met a royal flush. "No detonator."

Jones looked as if he were about to speak when the transmission from the unknown ship came in.

+Aunty Anya?+

Rojac's eyes widened, and he swiveled back around in is chair to face his sensors. 

[End Log]

Captain Cropa Rojac
CO
USS Chimera - C

Major Richard Cortez
CSEC
USS Chimera - C

Major Dare Shao
1st MEF Platoon CO
SB 234: Unity

Lieutenant Gustav Kroitzer
CEO
USS Chimera - C

Lieutenant Scott Fisher
CMO
USS Chimera - C

Lieutenant Ianto Jones
AOps
USS Chimera - C

+ Guest Editor :P

[USS Chimera] SD: 240910.17 ||Bravo|| || Final Countdown JL ||


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

"Lay in a course for the gate, best speed.  Any and all power we have
from  non-essential systems including the SRA reroute to weapons and
shields." Walters ordered.

"Aye aye!" Dior complied. The half-betazoid helm officer ran her
slender fingers across the pitch controls and took the ship hard to
port on an exit course from the small asteroid field. She felt the
engines shudder slightly as she increased the throttle and fired the
port RCS thrusters to keep the vessel from drifting due to the
inactivity of the port impulse drive. "Best speed, point-seven-one c."
She reported, and then held her breath. The asteroid field was their
only protection from the thalaron weapons, but it seemed the XO was
willing to take fate head-on.

"Yes sir." Ian said the first thing he did was starter rerouting all
power that was going to the SRA and moving it to the shields. He then
sent a message down to the ODCC to start shutting down non-essential
systems and transferring the power to the weapons. While he did the
same from the bridge and transferring the power to the shields and
then giving some to helm so it would be easier to maneuver the ship.

Mike spared a quick, grateful nod in the Operations Officer's
direction before he started tapping his own commands into the main
tactical console. What little he had left in the way of weapons, he
quickly locked onto as many targets as he could, focusing on their
weapons systems to try and guarantee the chance of a second shot. All
he could think of at that moment was Tennyson's 'Charge of the Light
Brigade,' and was hoping that the Chimera would not have the same fate
as those brave six-hundred. "Targets acquired, Major. Ready for your
order and weapons range."

Walters opened the channel to the fighter wing "Major Xerxes I need
your Lancers to race ahead dump every bit of heavy ordinance they have
onto the remaining Thelaron Cruiser before their reinforcements
arrive.  Use your Anti-Ship Missiles to take out the engines first
then start dropping the full size torps.  Have Windhover Squadron
provide medium range intercept support for Chimera as we only have the
primary phaser arrays online.  Keep them busy till we can get in
weapons range."  Walters turned to the Science console "Leftenant
Carpenter whats the gate disgorging this time?  I need numbers and
details yesterday."

Lieutenant Carpenter called "One unknown ship, whatever it is its big."

The captain of the Gien'rva gave a satisfied chuckle and grinned.  His
more ambitious fellow Sub-Commanders had paid the price for their
arrogance with their lives and now he was about to finish the match.
There hadn't been a scheduled duty relief planned so it was likely one
of the evacuation convoys and those were usually escorted by one or
two of the big War Cruisers which he could pull rank on as site
commander.  The grin faded as the viewscreen changed to show the tip
of the ship emerging through the gate "Evasive..."

On the expansive bridge of the EAS Samson, Nikolai gave the order
"Forward Batteries, Fire" and at once the forward Heavy Fixed Arclight
Batteries opened up on the Romulan Thelaron Cruiser.  Had the Romulan
Ship been facing an comparable Erassian ship like a 6th Generation
Destroyer it would have had time to put up at least some sort of fight
but the Samson was Tyrant Class.  The biggest, meanest, deadliest and
most advanced ship the Erassian Alliance had ever (and now would ever)
produced.  The Arclight beams burned through the Romulan Shields and
then through the ship itself.  After the beams cut off only a few
small lifeless fragments of the Thelaron Cruiser remained to float
through space.

From her forward vantage point Anya watched as the massive ship that
had destroyed the Thelaron Cruiser with so little effort exited the
gate.  Sensors were giving next to no information about the ship, all
it could do was make estimated guesses at the size and shape of the
ship.  The ship was jet black and when Anya looked closely it looked
almost as if the the darker areas within the black moved...organic
hull tech?  The shape of the ship though was familiar, it looked a
little like the 5th Generation Cruiser EAS Oceanus that had taken up
control of the Canna System after the capture of the Breen base on
Chimera's last mission, but it was a lot bigger.  Sensors estimated
about four miles long.  Anya brought up the first contact scripting
used by the Federation.  'On behalf of the United Federations of
Planets I welcome you'...scrapped.  "Unknown vessel, this is Major
Xerxes of the USS Chimera-C.  Identify yourself immediately."

Anya had heard nearly every response to that demand imaginable but she
wasn't prepared for the one she recieved.  There was an audio reply
over a comm line filled with static "Aunty Anya?"

Anya looked to her immediate right where her wingmate Cerwynn was flying.  She could see into the cockpit as Cerwynn looked towards her shaking her head and miming an 'I don't know' gesture.  "Unknown vessel, you want to clarify that last statement?"

The response was less surprised in tone this time and more measured.  "I think perhaps that may be something more suited to being discussed in person.  Say Chimera in 3 minutes?  Oh and in response to your question, this ship is the EAS Samson and I am her Commanding Officer, Colonel Nikolai Ivanov. Samson out."

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Major Scott Walters
XO
USS Chimera - C

Commander Mike Levison
CTAC
USS Chimera - C

Major Anya Xerxes
WCO
USS Chimera - C

Lieutenant Ian Vaughn
(A)COps
USS Chimera - C

Colonel Nikolai Ivanov
CO
EAS Samson

[USS Chimera] SD 240910.17 | Duty Log | MGen. Richard Sharpe

=/\= Anaxis – D-Day - H-Hour + 9 =/\=

 

Lieutenant Buck Compton was walking beside the LDV that had been assigned to their company, his rifle in his hands, ready for anything. It was nervous as they walked down the narrow streets of Anaxis, fearing that behind every corner, every window, every trash receptacle, there could be a sniper, or some other aggressive force.

 

So far, they had met some slight resistance down the MSR when the tanks had rolled through, mostly at the prefecture. However, once they had been cleared away, it had been down to the infantry to secure each street, one block at a time. Everyone knew that General Sharpe hadn’t wanted to do it this way, but had been forced to when the AWAC’s had come back to inform command that there was some highly magnetized field over the colony, preventing both transporters and even the most basic of sensor readings.

 

This had put everyone on their guard, as such a shield was only used to hide the true details of the city. It was either hiding the fact that there were no troops on Anaxis or that there was a whole army group hidden in a school building. Either way, it meant a visual search of the city, to establish the status of the colony one way or another.

 

So far, they’d faced a few fanatical residents who had come out brandishing things from saucepans to disruptor rifles. In almost all cases, they’d simply shot them on stun, and taken them back into their residence to sleep it off. General Sharpe had issued orders to the effect that no civilian, combatant or otherwise, was to be killed unless absolutely necessary. Everyone agreed with this, as they hadn’t joined up to shoot angry Romulan women shaking bread knives at them, and were happy to obey this order.

 

The most terrifying moment for Buck Compton had been the Romulan boy waving an armed plasma grenade at them, telling them to go away. It was down mostly to the 1st Sergeant’s heroism, in that 1st Sergeant Lipton had walked straight up to the boy, slapped him across the face with the back of his hand, and taken the grenade from him. He’d then passed the grenade to one of the explosive experts of the company, grabbed the boy by one of his pointed ears, and dragged him off to the house they’d seen him come out of, and leave him with his rather angry looking parents.

 

Lieutenant Heyliger, the acting company CO, had been so impressed, he promised to make sure that Lipton got the silver star for that. Lipton had merely shrugged and said that it wasn’t bravery, but common sense. Being a father himself, he knew how to handle badly behaved children.

 

And so they carried on through the city, which had so far been very boring. They creeped along with the LDV, as the man on point walked ahead. It was Lieutenant Blakely, the hotshot new academy kid, who seemed to think that because he’d got a bronze bar on his helmet, he was General Patton himself. He was annoying, in his ways, but seemed to be reasonably good at his job. Buck wasn’t really watching him as he looked at him ahead, waiting for the inevitable hand signal to halt the column for the eighth time that hour to investigate a man-hole or something.

 

So when there was a sudden ‘whoop’ noise, and Lieutenant Blakely slumped forward suddenly and fell over face first, it took a whole second for everyone to realise what’d happened. “Get down!” Buck shouted, and everyone dived to the side of the road, to get behind the low wall there, as the LDV moved forward, rotating its phaser turret to try and return fire.

 

Suddenly, the street was alight with green disruptor fire, as the whole building on the left opened fire on the LDV and the men behind the wall. With their backs against the building behind them, the mean of Easy attempted to return fire. Men were flying backwards as they were hit by fire, and the LDV was hit by a plasma rocket from somewhere, causing it to explode and flip over.

 

Heyliger was trying to help a poor young man who had just had his arm torn off by the flying debris of the LDV, when he was engulfed in bright green flame, and disappeared.

 

Buck Compton grabbed the radio off of the recently deceased radio man, and shouted into the telephone like device: “This is Easy one! We are under heavy fire at grid reference…” He checked his mini-map. “…two seven four eight three. Requesting immediate fire support at grid reference two seven four eight four. We are in the shit and taking heavy fire!”

 

=/\= MMCV =/\=

 

Richard had been bored out of his mind, as he sat on a chair in the control room, leaning back on the chair so that the front two legs were off the floor, as he reclined against the wall. There had been steady reports coming in from the field, mostly of sporadic civilian unrest across the city, but for the most part, the populous had been tame and indifferent to the hundreds of marines trooping through their city.

 

Suddenly there was a burst broadcast from Lt Compton, and Richard fell off his chair. Suddenly, everything had changed. Other units were reporting contacts in the streets. He stood up and looked at the holo map, which was now popping up red dots where contacts were being reported.

 

“Have the artillery support the action.” Richard said. “Inform all field units to co-ordinate strikes with the MC-200’s and the mortar teams on the MSR.” He said, in his element. He then opened a channel.

 

“Colonel Marlok, find some way of getting your tanks into the city. Knock down buildings if you have to, but the enemy is holding up in the dense residential areas and industrial areas. I don’t care what you do, but get in there and support our troopers on the ground.” Richard said.

 

“Yes sir!” Marlok’s growling voice said over the comm.

 

“Colonel Westman!” Richard said, and the man came into the MMCV. “I want our reserves to try and reinforce the worst hit companies as quickly as possible. Also arrange with the air arm for medivacs as soon as possible.”

 

“Yes general!” Westman said, cool and calm.

 

“Harper!” Richard shouted, and the Sergeant Major appeared almost out of thin air behind him.

 

“Yes sir?” He asked.

 

“Form up a three squad unit from Force Recon, take the chosen men and go support Easy Company. They’re the worst hit and the furthest away.” Richard said. “Use a troopship to get you there faster.”

 

“Yes sir.” Harper nodded.

 

“Oh and Harper, make sure you bring as many medics as you can.” Richard added gravely. “This is going to get much worse before it gets better.”

 

Harper nodded grimly, but didn’t say anything. Both men had been through too much to need to say what the other was thinking. Harper also knew that Richard would like to be leading this special rescue op, but had seemed to learn that his place was in the MMCV – not in the fighting.

 

=/\= End Log =/\=

 

MGen. Richard Sharpe

CO

1st MEF

Friday, October 16, 2009

[USS Chimera] SD 240910.16 SB UNITY. Personal Log: Commander Summers

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

*** SB Unity ***


It's easy to be complacent but how many people go through
life questioning every event, taking nothing at face value
or suspecting problems when none are apparant?
So it was that day in the Med.Advisors office.

Later Rangi would question her acceptance but at that time
it was nothing extraordinary, there was nothing at all to
cause her to do anything more than update a couple or three
records and certainly nothing to detain her at the end of a
busy day.
It took perhaps five minutes of her time, probably not more
and it would be ten days or so before her attention came
back to the report that she now filed away.

The main hospital of Aeran III was dealing with a staff
shortage caused by an outbreak of 'flu.
There was nothing unusual in that because the infection was
a seasonal one, typical of its type and causing nothing more
than the common symptoms of headache, sore throat and
general tiredness.
Unfortunatley a large number of staff had been affected and
some were taking a day or so longer than expected before
returning to work, hence the shortage.
Rangi authorised two full nursing teams to beam down and
thought nothing more of it as she closed her desktop
terminal and, having picked up her shoulder bag, collected
her empty glass from the desk and carried it to the
replicator for recycling.
At the door, she glanced back into the room and then left,
glad another days work was done successfully and eager to
see Martin who had been out to play with a little friend.

Tim Holland, her bodyguard got to feet and walked with her
to the lift, then to her quarters.

On that ten minute journey, they will talk about the
upcoming Powerball game and how his wifes sister is and
although they chat, Tim will be carrying out his duty, for
he isn't complacent and is ready to question everything
because he is trained to expect that nothing is ever what
it seems and potential problems lurk in every shadowy
corner.

When they reach the Guzman Summers quarters, Rangi will tell
him she wont be going out again and he bids her a good
evening.In just under the hour, his place outside the door
will be taken by another guard and once the Admiral returns
to the quarters, two guards will be there.
During the night those two will be replaced as shifts
change, for the little family is never left without
protection.

Later, after a playtime, a bathtime and a story time, little
Martin Guzman will go to sleep in his bed clutching his
favourite toy Zaba the frog and his father, who will have
read the story will look back at his sleepy son as the light
dims in the childs room.

Shane will join Rangi for their dinner which will be chicken
in white wine sauce which they will both enjoy and later
they will spend the rest of the evening relaxing and will
decide not to watch the latest update on the News Channels.

When the evening is very late, Rangi will be brushing her
hair before the oval mirror in their bedroom and see Shanes
reflection as he comes to stand near her. She will meet his
gaze and return the soft smile before turning to him and he,
leaning down will kiss her gently.

They will lose themselves in their love for each other and
much later, while hundreds of miles below them when some of
the islands and continents of Aeran III will see the sun set
as it rises on others, they will sleep soundly, still in
each others arms.

When the morning comes and another day begins, Martin will
ask Shane to crack open the eggshell at breakfast time.
Shane, expecting the joke that his little son always plays,
will hit the egg hard with a spoon, ready to express
surprise at the empty shell but on that morning little
Martin will have played a different trick and make the
request while the egg is intact.
The deep yellow coloured yolk will fly in all directions
causing Martin to squeal in delight and Shane, looking down
at his spattered uniform will laugh too.

Later, walking to the playschool, Martin will ask Tim
Holland if the SeaHawks won the game and will learn that
they are now through to the semifinals of the Powerball
Championships and look set to win.

The day will be mostly uneventful as far as those living on
the starbase are concerned and twenty two days will pass
before Rangi, at precisely 11.26 am on a Friday morning,will
pause in the act of nibbling a ginger biscuit.
Her hand will be suspended and seven tiny biscuit crumbs
will fall back to the plate as she frowns at the report she
will just have begun reading.


After that complacency will be the last thing she could ever
be accused of.


*** End Log ***

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

[USS Chimera] SD 240910.16 | Duty Log | MGen. Richard Sharpe

=/\= Anaxis =/\=

 

The marines regrouped at the RV point, five kilometres west of the main colony. So far, everything had gone reasonably smoothly. The main military base to the north had been taken with relative ease, considerably less well defended than Richard had been lead to believe. The control tower was theirs, as was the airstrip. So far, they’d received sporadic fire from a few sentries along the route, as their transport trucks had rumbled along.

 

They were very deep routed into the countryside now, with the 92nd Armour now on the field, with their heavy and medium battle tanks rolling down the well maintained roads that lead to the colony proper. However, Richard, ever the pragmatist, thought things had been going too well for this to be a coincidence. Where were the defenders? Why weren’t the Romulan’s rolling out their own defences against them? This was a major outlying world, there should be more defences than this, unless they’d been stripped for another offensive elsewhere.

 

This reminded Richard of an ancient earth operation during their second world war, called Operation Market Garden. That too had gone extremely well in the beginning. The allied troops had taken all their objectives in good time, and were proceeding well, until the surprise German counter-attack took them all by surprise. Richard was expecting something similar. There was no way the Romulan High Command would allow Anaxis to fall to the Federation unchallenged.

 

They met up with the MMCV just outside the colony, and Richard jumped down off the back of the truck he was travelling in with the men of 1Plat. Easy Co. Their CO, Lt Winters, had taken a bullet in the backside – earning him a medivac off the field. Lt Buck Compton had taken over command of 1Plat.

 

After jumping down, and exchanging salutes with the guard detail outside the Mobile Marine Command Vehicle, he stepped inside to check on the planning. Lt Colonel’s Strayer & Sink, and Colonel Westman were in there, gathered around the flat top holo table, showing the ground layout. After giving Richard a crisp salute, which he returned, he pulled off his gloves and leaned over the table with his colonels.

 

“Right gentlemen, we’ve done extremely well.” Richard said. “So far, we’ve achieved all objectives with only three dead and five wounded. Better than I’d planned for, considerably better. Very well done Sink in the north on the base.”

 

“You’re welcome, General.” Sink said, grinning his southern smile.

 

“Now, the hard one.” Richard said, somberly. “Anaxis colony.”

 

At that moment, a rather burly Klingon entered the MMCV and popped off a salute to Sharpe. Richard nodded. “Colonel Marlok, nice of you to join us.”

 

“I’m sorry I’m late, General.” The Klingon Light Colonel grunted. “We got tied up at the crossroads.”

 

“Not to worry, you came in at the right moment.” Richard said. “We were just about to start discussing Anaxis colony.”

 

“Good, I’ve got some info on that.” He said. “I’ve looked at a topographical map of the colony, and we’re not going to get the tanks down the roads. There is only one road big enough, and that’s the main one through the colony that runs past the prefecture.” He used the map table to zoom in on the road, and highlight it red. “Beyond that, its going to be up to Colonel Westman’s troops to clear the houses, one by one.”

 

“Oh brilliant, an entire city, cleared by man to man searches.” Westman said, narrowing his eyes.

 

“The tanks just don’t fit down the sub-roads. We can get the LDV’s down there, but they’re not as armoured as the tanks, and wouldn’t take much to take out.”

 

“All the same, its going to take time to clear the whole city. Time we don’t have.” Westman said.

 

“Well, with the absence of any other plan, we may well have to do it that way.” Richard said. “I for one was hoping it’d be much easier than that.”

 

“But sir…” Westman began, but Richard held up a hand.

 

“We will proceed like this, until an alternative presents itself. However, to speed things up, I will contact Major Bourne, and see if we can’t use an AWAC craft to scan the city, to localise hotspots.” Richard said.

 

“Yes sir.” Westman said.

 

“Colonel Strayer, take your men to the northern half of the city, Colonel Sink, you get the southern half. Colonel Marlok’s tanks will hold the middle as a retreat point, and will also supply as many LDV’s to the battalions as possible. I will co-ordinate all action with Colonel Westman here in the MMCV.” Richard said, giving his orders.

 

“Sir yes sir!” The colonels all said.

 

“Carry on.” Richard said, retiring to the back of the MMCV where his personal quarters were housed, so he could lie down.

 

=/\= End Log =/\=

 

Major General Richard Sharpe

CO

1st MEF

 

Thursday, October 15, 2009

[USS Chimera] SD240910.15 Duty Log - MCapt COps Jade Reese - "Instructor Reese"

=/\= Deck 121 - Seminar Room 2A, Starbase UNITY =/\=

Walking into the large classroom Jade was greeted by a Ensign, "morning ma'am I'm Ensign DeChant (NPC)." The young Ensign said, "I was assigned to be your teachers aide." Louis said handing her a tablet.

Jade nodded and took a look at the tablet it had the course outline as well as the roster looking through it most of students were Ensigns there were a few junior Lieutenants and 2 cadets. "Why are there two cadets I thought this was a Ensign or higher course?" Jade asked.

"Well two cadets are allowed to take it as long as they graduated in the top 1% of their class and have done 3 months or longer on a ship, station or colony." Louis said pulling out two silicon-base papers and handing them to Jade, "these are there thesis statements from the academy they're impressive." Louis said smiling.

"Alright I'll read them tonight." Jade said setting them down on the desk next to her she then went through the simulations choices she had. "Alright I think we'll start out with doing some simulations first and then we'll go over them this way I know what they know and don't know." Jade said, "could you request a holosuite for 0700?" Jade asked her TA.

"Of course do you know what simulation yet?" He asked hoping that it was not to difficult but not easy by any means seeing that she wanted to see how well they'll do and if it's to easy it won't give her the right information and if it's too hard then she might think they don't know what they're doing.

"I'll have one picked out tonight and I'll get here early to run it and see if it's the one I want and if not I'll have a couple of backups." Jade said not wanting to bring up her other task for him until after their first day of class was over. She was truly looking forward to this, "alright see you here at 0530." Jade said wanting to give enough time to run through the simulation she chooses to make sure it's the right one.

"Alright." Louis said, "and it's good to meet you I've heard about of some the things you've done on the Chimera very impressive." Louis said smiling thinking that he was also going to be learning as well as the students.

"Well it's a pleasure to meet you to Ensign." Jade said picking up the two thesis papers she was actually looking forward to reading them remembering what her thesis was on. Dealing with EPS relays and manifolds showing that you can get more power then what the ships manifest says you can without blowing them out.

Marine Captain Jade Reese
Chief Operations Officer/ Temp Instructor
USS Chimera C/ Starbase UNITY

&

Ensign Louis DeChant (NPC)
Assistant Operations Officer/ Teachers Assistant
Starbase UNITY (apb Aza)

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

[USS Chimera] SD240910.15 Joint Duty Log - CMO/COps Cmdr/MCapt Rangi Summers and Jade Reese - "Compelling Results"

*** CMO's Office * Main Hospital * SB Unity ***


 Rangi was standing in front of the replicator waiting for her raspberry and apple juice to materialise when she heard someone arrive at the open door of her office. Turning around she saw it was the young woman she had expected and smiled in greeting. " Captain Reese, please come in...sit down won't you? Would like something?" she added indicating the replicator which had now provided her request.


Jade walked into the main hospital after recieving a message from the CMO. "Hello again Cmdr Summers summoned me." Jade said to the receptionist. The receptionist nodded and allowed Jade to head back to her office and walked in, "um some water would be nice." Jade said smiling as she took a seat.


Rangi made a second request and waited again for just a few seconds until a second glass appeared then carried them both over to her desk and placed one down in front of Jade. "Thankyou for coming." she said " I have a question for you." She sat down on her chair, easing it nearer to her desk." Have you made any major alterations in engineering recently?" she asked.


Thinking Jade shook her head, "non that I'm aware of." Jade said picking up the glass of water and taking a sip of it, "but Lt Kroitzer may have. Why?" Jade asked wondering if it had anything to do with them trying to figure out how this happened.


"Mmmmm..." Rangi said and frowned a little. " Well...It's long been known that certain rhythms can have effects on the brain, quite profound effects sometimes. For example, a steady rhythmic drum beat continued at precise intervals was used by some 'mystics' to achieve a trance like state. It was no coincidence ofcourse although they didnt know it, but a four and a half second beat  corresponds with the four and half second cycle of Theta waves. If the effect is synchronised it can lead to a highly relaxed state. Its the same as when you fall asleep and when you wake. At both times you might be aware of experiencing a sort of twilight sleep when you are neither fully alert or fully asleep. When in that state its possible to be more receptive to information and yet find it difficult to recall when fully awake.  Dr T'vel explained Theta waves to you so I understand. so you might be interested to see this." She handed a padd to Jade already displaying a complex chart. "Thats your latest scan superimposed on the one from two weeks ago."

Nodding and looking at the chart she could tell that the theta waves were higher then two weeks ago, "so well these waves continue to increase?" Jade asked not so much worried just curious at what it all meant.


"In all probability yes." Rangi replied. She took a sip from her glass as Jade continued to look at the padd before laying it down on the desk. "Its likely, that something has caused this to happen to you and because you're one of those people with a higher suseptibilty then Dr T'Vel and I suspect that this is whats caused your condition. The problem now is to find out where a four and a half second pulse is coming from. Engineering seemed the best bet but you say theres nothing new?"


"Well we did make a adjustment to the manuvering thrusters just after the last mission, but I can access some of Chimera's reports and see if there was any adjustments made by engineering." Jade said looking at the Commander.


"Would you please?" Rangi said, seizing on the chance." Simply because you spent so much time there, it seems the most likely answer. If not, then we will have to work out an alternative and with Chimera away...well....." She looked at Jade with a hopeful expression "...it would take a while to go through the ship."


"It would but all modifications must be listed and signed off even if it was after the modifications were made." Jade said knowing that it would be in a report somewhere it was just tracking down which report. "It might take me a couple of days just with the sheer amount of reports that there was from the last mission." Jade said.


 "Perhaps someone else could help?" Rangi suggested.


"Actually someone can help I have a TA for a course that the Admiral would like me to teach he could scour them while I taught." Jade decided knowing that not exactly what TA had in mind but it would help her out.

 "Excellent." Rangi replied, looking and sounding pleased. "In the meantime we will refine the results and between us we 'should' be able to solve the puzzle."


"Alright I'll be contact with you in few days or once I found what we're looking for." Jade said smiling and standing up and recycling her glass and the water that was left in it.


Commander Rangi Summers

Chief Medical Offier

Starbase UNITY


&


Marine Captain Jade Reese

Chief Operations Officer/ Temp Instructor 

Starbase UNITY/ USS Chimera C


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

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

[USS Chimera] SD 240910.14 || War Planning Joint Log || "Endgame" ||

James Croft <crizoft@gmail.com> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:

= Presidential Building = Paris, France, Earth =

The main conference room of the presidential building could easily
hold up to a hundred people. That was usually the case when a
meeting by the president was called to order. Even selected media
would be allowed
to attend, shooting holophotos and such. But, in a rare case such as
this, only the key members of the Federation government and
Starfleet had been summoned, so the long table looked almost empty
with the
exception of the small gathering at the center. In addition,
representatives of the Erassian government had been asked to attend.
They were the only non-Federation personnel in attendance.

Retired Fleet Admiral Harold Malone entered the room, wearing his
civilian formal suit. On the lapel was a little Federation flag. As
Secretary for Defense, he was usually included in these meetings, but
this one had no preparatory notes, so it was clearly so top secret,
that no record of it should ever exist. He sat at the table, and
waited.

Ambassador Albritt, the el-aurian Secretary of State, preferred to
wear his usual long grey robes. His grey hair was kept close-cropped,
he hated it when it touched his ears. He was supposed to make a trip
to Cestus III to hold low-level talks with some Klingon
representatives today, but President Spock's meeting took priority,
and an undersecretary was sent in his stead.

Premier Joseph Lephren, the Head of the Erassian Alliance walked in
accompanied by General Morgan Eaglestone, Commanding Officer of the
Erassian Alliance Fourth Fleet. Premier Lephren wore an austere black
suit whilst General Eaglestone looked intimidating in his dark
military uniform. As they took their places at the table Lephren
speculated that their image might be that of Ravens come to feed on
carrion.

Commodore Martin Stone, Chief of Starfleet Operations, was summoned
to this somewhat special meeting as well. Martin wore is usual
Starfleet duty uniform of a flag officer. He was not a member of any
special units or intelligence, so his uniform was a standard flag
officer one. Through ordinary looking, underestimating Stone was not a
good idea. He was involved in almost all Starfleet operations, save
the MOST secret ones performed by SFI or Section 31.

Even as the people in the room talked amongst themselves, they
noticed the arrival of President Spock, who was wearing his
traditional white robes. Two security officers, members of Spock's
presidential security detail, followed the president in and stood at
the door. As Spock pulled out his chair, he looked around at the
others in the room.

"Please be seated," the president said in a calm, assuring tone.

The grey-haired Admiral Janeway, who'd been the first to arrive for
the meeting, sat down waited quietly as the other members who'd been
summoned took their seats at the table. It was remarkable the power
held by the handful of people assembled in the room; powerful enough
to decide the fate of the entire Federation.

"Before we begin, I must once again remind you that what is said here
today must not leave this room," Spock said.

Albritt shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Keeping secrets rarely
played well in his line of work, especially if those who the secret
was being kept from found out one was keeping it. It tended to sour
relations.


The Vulcan/Human president placed his hands in front of him on the
table, laying them palm flat on the table.

"The only two people in this room who are aware of what I am about to
tell you are Admiral Janeway and myself, and I was only informed of
this a few months ago. Years prior to the Dominion War, even before we
knew the existence of the Dominion or even the Bajoran Wormhole, the
Federation was involved in a high priority weapons research program.
Its purpose was to combat another threat that had arisen in another
part of the galaxy -- the Borg. Numerous technologies that came out
of that program are still in use today."

Spock paused for a moment before he continued.

"One such piece of technology that came from that program was deemed
too destructive that it was scrapped and any trace of it was erased
from all databanks. Even so, this device recently resurfaced."

The president leaned back and held his hands together.

Martin sighed without making any sound. This all was quite leading to
Intel stuff and knowing the whereabouts, this would need someone to
clean up the mess. Usually someone with no idea WHAT he was about to
do.

"This device, created by Doctor Trevor Wright, is called the TechEx.
It is a powerful technology inhibitor, more powerful than anything
ever conceived before or since. One that, when activated, may be able
to encompass an entire star system. In theory, no shielding or
atmosphere can protect against its effects, which are permanent."

The president waited for the expected response, which didn't take long.

Harold was shocked that something like this could've been kept secret
for so long. He'd been Captain of the USS Bellephron during the Borg
incursion into Sector 001, and had known the lengths the Federation
had gone to protect itself. But to create something like this… with
such scope… it was like the Genesis Bomb all over again. "President
Spock, as a man who witnessed the after-effects of the Genesis device,
even yourself being reborn from it, can you not see the potential for
harm this device could do, once the universe knows of its existence,
and reverse-engineers it?"

"I agree, Mr. President." Albritt chimed in. "If knowledge of this
leaks, it would damage relations with even our other allies. The
Klingons and Romulans would no doubt try to match our capabilities."

"After all the moral posturing of the Federation during the
negotiation of the Mutual Defense Treaty it is reassuring to know all
our expectations of Federation hypocrisy are being met. Your diplomats
argued that our own weapons research and development was destabilising
the region and our defence policies incited aggression from other
races. At least our weapons kill outright with your tech inhibitor you
are potentially sentencing billions to death by slow and painful
starvation." Premier Lephren said.

"I believe that the only way to end this war without unnecessary loss
of Federation, Erassian or any other allied life is to use this
weapon," Spock said. "It may be the only logical way we can force the
Romulans to accept a surrender on our terms."

Albritt frowned. "Without working replicators, millions on Romulus
would starve. There's just not enough arable land on the planet to
support its population. And they wouldn't be able to scramble enough
resources to feed everyone." He paused, making eye contact around the
table. "It would be a humanitarian disaster."

"I know the loss of Romulan civilian life will be high," the
president responded. "My wish since the day this war began was to
spare the lives of as many civilians as possible, even the Romulans
who I still consider my brothers and sisters. I still believe
reunification is possible. The alternative is to commence in the
invasion of key Romulan star systems, including Romulus itself. The
loss of allied and Romulan life will be high. So, logic would suggest
that we strike at the Romulans in a way that will keep at least our
casualties to a minimum."

"It would render Romulus completely unfit for habitation as well."
Harold said. "We would effectively be depriving them of the right to
use technology again. We'd essentially be destroying their home, and
perhaps making them nomadic."

"Need I remind you of V'Tar, Harold?" Janeway interjected. "That was
the home of millions of Federation citizens; the Romulans didn't
hesitate to destroy it."

"If the Romulans do surrender in a relatively short time frame, then
we will be able to provide substantial aid to save as many lives as
possible," Spock said.

General Eaglestone responded "President Spock with all due respect I
don't think you quite have the grasp of the big picture here. Now
before I'm dismissed out of hand by the people gathered here as young
and inexperienced I'll admit I'm likely not as traveled or
experienced as half the people in this room. That aside I'm a top
flight strategist and I know the workings of war better than probably
all but one person in the Alliance. To make the Romulans surrender you
would have to take out seventeen systems minimum and I'm not talking
about minor colonies, outposts and the like. I'm talking about Systems
with primary shipyards, major planetary and
orbital bases, intelligence hubs, major resource centres not to
mention long established colonies with large populations. In short
very well defended and surrounded by the latest long range sensor
grids. If you wanted a highly likely cessation of hostilities it would
be twenty four systems, and for guaranteed twenty nine systems. I know
this because we already looked at this option, our estimates for
population was One hundred and Nine Billion Romulans and assorted
species over the twenty nine systems. We are no longer in the realm of
escalating warfare to an unsustainable level, we're now talking mass
genocide on a scale never seen before."

President Lephren spoke next. "Given the huge numbers involved even
if the entirety of the Federation fleet was dispatched for aid
missions to the affected systems, the death toll would still be around
twenty billion. That's not even taking into account the fact that
these strikes would still leave large numbers of Romulan warships
roaming around and with a headless leadership their first retaliatory
targets would be those aid ships."

Sariania Nox, the Trillian Federation Council Chairman had remained
quiet throughout the meeting, perhaps more of a state of shock than
anything else. Even so, she could not keep quiet any longer.

"Mr. President, I find the existence of such a weapon deplorable,"
Nox, who was living in her eighth host said. "The fact that you would
even consider use of such a weapon goes against everything the
Federation stands for. Have we declined to such a level that this is
even an option?"

"Chairman Nox, I ..." Spock was then interrupted. Prior to this
meeting, such an interruption of a man as esteemed as Spock would have
been unheard of.

"Please, Mr. President, I'm not finished," Nox continued. "While the
council can not stop the use of this weapon, we can begin criminal
proceedings against yourself and anyone else in the government or
Starfleet that would promote use of this device."

"Chairman, I have not yet approved the use of this device. Yes, it
has become an option, but for the time being, it will be just that, an
option," Spock remained calm. "If we are fortunate, it will not be
necessary. But, we must plan for such an eventuality." Spock took a
look around the table, "As for the risks, I am quite aware of the
risks."

He turned to face the Joint Defense Command commanding officer.

"Admiral Janeway, there is a star system on the far end of Federation
space from the Romulan Star Empire. It is a failed colony in which
numerous structures are still in place and can easily be activated.
This system will be used as our test site. Doctor Wright will head up
the science team on this project. Give him anything, or anyone he
needs. I want the test to take place within the next month."

"Of course, Mr President," Janeway nodded.

Nox slammed her right fist down on the table, "Mr. President. I must
protest. Even testing such a weapon could open a Pandora's Box that we
may never be able to close."

"Councillor, if you would forgive my objection," Janeway interrupted
the Trill councillor. "While I would be the last person to condone
genocide, the time has come to take a decisive stance against the
Romulans. Take a look at our history of them. All evidence suggests
that this war will take a toll greater than that of the Dominion War
if not ended quickly. Millions of Federation and Erassian lives have
already been lost, far greater than the Romulan casualties. Our
intelligence has proven that the Romulans are not acting alone. They
have the Breen under their control, almost succeeded in collapsing the
Klingon Empire into civil war and have been collaborating with a
number of species that we did not even know existed. Do you want to
wait until another world is destroyed, billions dead? Perhaps we
should wait until Andor has fallen, or perhaps Trill, before we take
decisive action."

"Come now Kathryn." Harold said, firmly. "The chairman does have a
legitimate point, even if it is somewhat naïve." He said. "Whilst
every fiber of my being is against such an attack, we cannot deny that
we may be forced to take this action if all else fails. We are talking
about the Romulan's here. They are not going to back down if they feel
they can still claim a victory."

Just then, an aide walked in and whispered something into Spock's ear.

"Admiral, make preparations to test the TechEx. We have a nearly
completed device already in a secure location. Doctor Wright will need
to make whatever adjustments he deems necessary," Spock then stood.
"Unless
another option is presented to me that will force the Romulans to a
surrender on our terms, then we may have no other choice than to use
the TechEx. While the loss of Romulan lives would be high, allied
losses have already been unacceptable. Now, if you will excuse me."

Spock walked out of the room with his aide and security following.

As they walked out, Janeway turned to Secretary Malone and said,
"Harold, each time I see you I'm reminded why you make a good
politician: I can never tell whether you like me or not."

Martin was not asked for opinion and he gave none. He was indeed
aware of the TechEx existance. It was not long ago that the prototype
of TechEx was discovered at a certain long not used Starfleet
shipyard. The device was brought back to Starbase 234: UNITY where it
was dismantled by order of Commodore Guzman. Guzman was indeed
thinking in a small frame of this command responsibility and not
thinking about the big picture of Starfleet security. It was good to
know that the TechEx was still somewhere to get, no matter what Guzman
did. Martin was indeed supporting the idea of using the device.
Romulans were ferocious enemies and Martin had to read daily reports
of casualties taken in the Romulan war. {Let them taste their own
medicine} he thought.

= End Log =

President Spock
President of the Federation
(Butch)

Secretary Harold Malone
Secretary of Defense
(Frankie)

Ambassador Albritt
Secretary of State
(Rojac)

Admiral Kathryn Janeway
Joint Defense Commander
(Bren)

Commodore Martin Stone
Chief of Starfleet Operations
(Muma)

Premier Joseph Lephren
Erassian Alliance Premier
(Ixus)

General Morgan Eaglestone
Commander of Third Fleet
(Ixus)

Councillor Sariania Nox
Chairman of the Trillian Federation Council
(Butch)

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

[USS Chimera] SD 240910.13 | Duty Log | MGen. Richard Sharpe

=/\= Anaxis =/\=

 

Falling.

 

There was nothing like it.

 

The feeling of being free of all gravity and space and time… it was magical. Had this been a pleasurable activity, Richard might’ve taken the time to smell the roses. As it was, he was 35km above a hostile planet, about to deploy his canopy along with everyone else in his stick.

 

At the correct moment, he popped his chute and his head snapped back with a jolt, feeling the sudden arrest of motion as he glided gracefully to the ground. He hit hard, but not too hard, falling over with a jolt. He quickly retracted his chute back into his pack, and discarded the pack, drawing his M16A2 out, and holding it in the prone position as he waited for confirmation that the rest of the stick had landed safely.

 

He didn’t have to wait long, as Harper came creeping up behind him, crouching down and whispering in Richard’s ear that everyone had landed safely and were grouped up behind a rock formation. It was night on the planet, and the area they’d dropped was pitch black. Not even the moon was giving off any light. There was a still silence, and Richard indicated that the platoon was to form up on him.

 

They softly and carefully made their way over to the General, who looked at the assembled troops. He held a hushed whispered conversation with them:

 

“Okay.” He breathed carefully. “We are 4 clicks from our objective. We need to make our way there, as quietly as possible, and take out the orbital command facility within the next three hours.”

 

The men of 1PL Easy Co nodded to the General, not wishing to show apprehension at being lead into combat by a 2 star, or fear that the plan might go wrong.

 

“Lieutenant Winters, take point.” Richard said. “Everyone else, lets move.”

 

They made their way across the dusty, rocky flat at a careful advance pace, trying not to alert any wildlife, sensor probe or patrol that they were there. Truth be told, they’d planned the drop for this date and time, as it would be the time when the garrison would be at their least attentive, as they were due for replacement in a day’s time. It meant they were weary and homesick, looking forward to being relieved. It could be relied upon for Sergeants to shirk their duty somewhat in regards to constant patrols or junior officers to oversee it.

 

Sure as the plan, they arrived at their objective with 20 minutes in hand to take the tower. Once the tower was taken, they could begin the landings of the support infantry from 3rd Battalion, as well as the armor. The barracks would be secured in little under an hour from now, meaning that the tanks could advance on the colony in the morning mist, and take the garrison almost unprepared.

 

Easy Company regrouped just south of the tower, where Richard took the platoon leaders and the platoon sergeants to one side, to explain his plan of action.

 

“I want second to go up the left flank, third on the right, first will go up the middle, with fourth in reserve to lay down suppressing fire.” He said. “Leave your heavy weapon squads here to support fourth, and we’ll go in under the guns.”

 

It was a textbook advance, straight from the field manual. Richard wanted to keep it simple, so that the junior officers could use their discretion but know the overall plan.

 

“Assuming we meet little to no resistance, 1st platoon will go in and secure the control tower, whilst 2nd and 3rd will secure the perimeter. If all goes well, this should be a simple in and out job, and then the tech boys can play with the control tower.” Richard said, watching the grins break out on the young officer’s faces.

 

“Winters, you’re with me, lets go. Everyone else, to your positions.” Richard said. “You advance on the whistle.”

 

Making their way back to 1st Platoon, Richard nodded to everyone. “Take off any unnecessary equipment here. Weapons and ammo only.” He said, removing his own back pack, and checking his webbing. “Sergeant Harper, I want you staying with 4th to provide covering fire.” This was because the Sergeant Major was carrying, by himself, a Type-IV SAPR heavy suppression pulse phaser, with tri-pod.

 

Richard pulled back the loading pin on his M16A2, checked there was a grenade in the A2 part of his rifle, and nodded to Winters, who nodded back. Richard produced a whistle from somewhere, and blew on it hard. At once, three platoons of marines leapt up from the glaciers and ran towards the tower. Romulan guards appeared, but were quickly felled by the advanced party of the attack.

 

Defenders put up sporadic fire, but had clearly been taken by surprise. Richard skidded to the ground, got in the prone position, and opened fire on the Romulan guards on the first floor balcony of the tower. He popped off a grenade round into the balcony, destroying it. The rest of 1st Platoon burst through the front door, and began fighting in the building, up the stairway towards the control tower.

 

Within moments, they were outside the control tower, and soon were inside it, firmly and taking it without a single casualty. Richard wondered whether it was the sheer surprise of the plan, the unpreparedness of the Romulan guards, or some divine protection, but he was glad none the less. The only person who complained was Sergeant Randleman, who had caught a disruptor blast on the rebound, which had burnt a hole in the seat of his pants. This earned him a laugh from the rest of the platoon.

 

Richard got onto the radio. “Eagle’s nest, this is Bravo one, objective alpha secured. I say again, objective alpha secured. Moving onto RV point echo.”

 

“Roger Bravo one.” Came the response from command, and at that, Richard tossed the mouthpiece back to the radio operator, and grinned at him. So far, so good.

 

=/\= End Log =/\=

 

Major General Richard Sharpe

CO

1st MEF