[USS Chimera] SD: 240912.19 || Duty Log || Gen. Viktor Ivanov / Col. Nikolai Ivanov ||

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It had been a gamble coming here but when he looked at his options it
was probably the best chance he had. Colonel Nikolai Ivanov stood
outside the door of his ostensible father's office. He took in the
rich wooden panelling and plush carpeting of his surrounds of the
Second Fleet's Headquarters on Erass Prime. His thoughts drifted back
to visiting this office as a child coming to see his father then too
but that was a different time and for all the similarities it was a
different place too, another universe in fact. His thoughts were
interrupted by the aide a male Captain who seemed familiar too
announcing he could go in. "The General will see you now Colonel."

Nikolai entered into the spacious office and was surprised there was
only two people there was just two people there. He had expected at
least two Special Forces guards there but there was only his 'father'
General Viktor Ivanov and an attractive looking woman who it took him
a moment to recognise her as Ambassador Alecto Ayanami. Two Hybrid
assassins in the room...no wonder there wasn't a need for guards.
"Colonel Nikolai Ivanov, Commanding Officer of the EAS Samson
reporting General." Nikolai said formally.

"The answer is no Colonel." Viktor said bluntly whilst Alecto leaned
back serenely on the wall behind Viktor.

"General?" Nikolai replied not really believing what had just been
said to him. Had his hopes of having his father to help him retain
his ship been foreseen and countered before he had even to say a word
in his own defence?

"You came here today looking to persuade me to let you keep your ship
probably through the bond of me supposedly being your father. The
sensors in the hallway definitely confirm your parentage but don't
expect any special treatment from me, as for why you came to me.
'Will he take my ship away from me?' was written all over your face
from the moment you set foot in this building. The answer is no
Colonel, I'm not going to take your ship away. Granted I'd probably
be more comfortable with someone I'm more familiar with taking control
of the most powerful ship in the galaxy possibly excepting the Borg
and Karaf, but my familiar wouldn't know the ship or it's capabilities
which could prove fatal or worse allow the ship to fall into enemy
hands." Viktor replied.

"That's a relief. Thank you General." Nikolai replied. "So what are
my orders General?"

"You and your ship will answer directly to myself, Prime Minister
Alexander and Premier Lephren in that order. That is your chain of
command. You will not be a part of the Second Fleet but a newly
created separate entity. Congratulations Colonel you are now the head
of the Special Investigations Unit. Ostensibly you are just another
intelligence based organisation weeding out enemy agents, seditionists
and other assort dirtbags but in reality I want you to be the front
line of Anti-Karaf and Anti-Legion aggression. I want you to weed out
all their little cells, fronts and units, you already have a ship with
stealth, weapons and defence capabilities far beyond their current
capabilities. The more we can avert their subversive and divisive
activities now the better we can defend when the Karaf finally make
their move. To that end I'm supplementing your crew with people I can
trust who in turn you can trust, unfortunately for Major Holtzman this
means a demotion from XO to 2XO but he will remain under your command.
Does this meet your approval Colonel?" Viktor asked.

"Yes General." Nikolai answered.

"Good." Was Viktor's simple response.

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General Viktor Ivanov (NPC Ixus)
2nd Fleet CO
EAS Hermes

Colonel Nikolai Ivanov (NPC Ixus)
Special Investigations Unit CO
EAS Samson

[USS Chimera] SD 240912.19 SB Unity. Duty Log: Commander Summers CMO

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*** Civilian Hospital * SB Unity.***

" I've told your people already." the young woman said with
more than an air of strained patience.
"Then please tell me " Rangi insisted." ...You might have
forgotten something...something insignificant...begin at the
beginning...please."

Georgia Peggs usually pretty face was cast into a frown and
she stared at Rangi as though wondering whether to flatly
refuse which was indeed the case.
She turned away, brushing her hand over her long shining
brown hair that fell in a curtain across her face. Her slim
figure paced across the small room, turned and came back.

" Right..." she said. " I recently returned from a trip home
to visit my parents who live on Danubia 3 and we went to
celebrate our engagement but my fiance Ed Halliday was sent
off on a long range patrol one day before we were due to
leave so I returned alone. I came here by passenger shuttle
four days ago and was meant to restart my job in Harrimans
bar this afternoon!"
She looked pointedly at the chrono.

"On the shuttle, I felt unwell...a bit headachey but nothing
worse than that. It had been an exciting weekend, lots of
celebration with my family and friends and then the long
journey back, well...its not unusual to feel a bit tired is
it?"
She paused and Rangi nodded understanding.

Georgia sighed, impatient to have to repeat again what she
had already said to a nurse and then a doctor.
" I took a couple of Finidax...the medication I always use
for a headache..went to bed and slept it off. I've felt
perfectly well ever since then...as I told the other doctor
earlier."

Rangi nodded again.
"You havent had any nausea or aches or pains of any kind?"
she asked.

" No..none at all." Georgia replied.

" Have the headaches returned?"

" No."

" Have you felt feverish..had a cough or signs of a cold?"

" No!!" Georgia scowled. " I've told you...I feel perfectly
alright. I'm a bit...." she stopped, suddenly realizing that
she had said too much but Rangi immediatley prompted " A bit
what?"

Georgia turned away and took a few paces then looked back
over her shoulder. " I'm just fed up." she said and looked
down at the floor.
" I'm missing Ed if you want to know. We had such a happy
time and then he was sent away at short notice and now...all
this." she said and glared at Rangi as though it was her
fault.

" I know...I'm sorry." Rangi said " I realize you dont want
to stay here but..."

" You can bet your boots I dont!" Georgia said, her patience
finally snapping. " You have no right to keep me here...no
right at all to lock me in a room and go over and over
something I've already explained before! What's wrong with
you people? Havent you got anything better to do with your
time?"

" Miss Pegg...."

" You can let me out...right now!" Georgia demanded. " Dont
try to 'soft soap me because it wont work. I'm perfectly fit
and well....W-E-L-L...well! I only came in here to ask
someone what 'this' is...and you lock me in a room as though
I'm some sort of criminal!"

She had pulled back her left sleeve and exposed her lower
arm and now stood staring at Rangi waiting for an
explanation.

Rangi looked at the arm and then at Georgias face.
" We need to do a few tests." she began.

" Ive had tests." Georgia retorted. " ..and I'm not having
anymore until you let me out of here..today...now."

She pulled down her sleeve, covering the network of dark
lines that showed through her pale skin.

" I'm afraid that wont be possible." Rangi replied quietly.
"..and I can only ask that you cooperate with us. It could
be that the cause of your...skin condition...is a little
more serious than it looks."

Georgia took a few slow steps forward until she stood at the
window and laid her hands on the ledge.

"Its something bad isnt it?" she said, her anger diminished
and replaced by a suspicious tone. " You know something that
you're not telling me...thats why you've locked me in this
room isnt it? That's why you want to go over and over
things...thats it isnt it? You're hiding something."

Rangi glanced sideways to where a guard stood just olutside
the door of the small room that Georgia occupied. He was
staring straight ahead and hadnt questioned why he was to
keep the woman inside. As far as he was concerned he had
orders and would carry them out but the events were
interesting him all the same.

Rangi remet Georgias gaze.
"We need to find out a little more about your condition."
she said. "..and until we can give you the all clear then
I'm afraid you will have to stay in quarentine...hopefully
not for too long."

Georgias shoulders slumped as though she had given in and
hadnt the strength to argue further.

" Can I send a message to Ed?" she asked.

" Ofcourse. " Rangi replied. "There's no restriction on you
doing that...but you have to remain in your room...for the
time being."

Georgia turned away and walked to the bed set against the
far wall. She sat down on it and stared dejectedly at the
floor.After a moment Rangi too turned away and left the
outer room, catching the guards eye as she passed him.

*** End Log ***

Commander rangi Summers
Med Adv. 1st Task Force
CMO SB Unity
&
Georgia Pegg.
Civilian
(npc) Rangi

[USS Chimera] SD: 240912.19 || War Planning JL || Part 2 ||‏

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[Conference Room 3 - Starfleet Headquarters - San Francisco - Earth]

Captain Rojac was selected to represent the First Taskforce for the
conference, and found himself summoned to a high level strategy
meeting with Admiral Jefferson on the top floors of Starfleet HQ.
Rojac had only been this high up at HQ once before, back as an XO in
the Dark Horizon project. His Captain, Shivas, didn't get along well
with the top brass at the time - so needless to say that visit was
uncomfortable. This visit was uncomfortable as well but because of a
different context.

Richard Sharpe was present, with extreme reluctance. He wanted nothing
to do with this horrific plan, but had been brow-beaten by Field
Marshal Brisco into participating in this. fiasco. She'd told him that
if it made him feel any better, none of the other participants were
any happier about it. Richard however, felt it was his duty to stand
up for those who could not stand up themselves to fight for their
lives. He was a marine - and whatever was said about them, they were
honorable, and this. this was without honor.

Walters was wearing his most intimidating scowl. He stood next to
Captain Rojac waiting for Admiral Jefferson to lay out the details of
his plan. The entire scenario didn't sit well with him and to be fair
it seemed unlikely that it would be Starfleet using such tactics even
in the face of condemnation from the Erassian Alliance who were the
usually the ones accused of barbarism by the Federation.

Fresh from his trip to the Columbia system and the TechEx test, the
newly-promoted full Admiral Leland Jefferson stolled into the room. He
looked around the room at the faces staring back at him. Some seemed
to still be in a state of shock over the recent address by President
Spock. Jefferson understood this as he was a bit surprised when
Admiral Janeway had pulled him into her office a few weeks ago to let
him in on the big secret. He was still trying to grasp the
ramifications of this device. But, being an old dog, he knew his duty.
He was in charge of the test and now in charge of the deployment of
the weapon. It would be Leland, and not Janeway, who would be directly
responsible and accountable.

"Well, it feels like we've been thrown into a big pile of horse dung
on a hot, Louisiana summer afternoon," Jefferson started with his
southern North American accent. "This stinks, but here we are."

"Typical of any staff meeting then." Sharpe said, coldly.

Rojac chuckled at the crass comments and pushed the tray off water
toward the admiral at the head of the table.

Jefferson took a breath before pouring a glass of ice water and taking
a drink. He didn't attend Spock's address, but he knew almost word for
word what was said.

"There is still a small chance that this weapon will not be used, and
I pray that it isn't. Even so, we must make preparations."

A holographic image appeared in front of Jefferson.

"As I'm sure you are aware, this is the Romulan Star Empire," Jefferson said.

The admiral took another drink of water before he continued.

"Right now, only a handful of devices are ready for deployment. The
exact number is still classified. Lets just say that we have to be
choosy on our targets."

The holographic image zoomed in on a star system.

"This is the Jezerek system. As most of you know, it is the home of
key Romulan shipyards and production facilities. It is also the site
of an important weapons factory. At least 30 percent of their
disruptors and torpedoes are manufactured here. In addition, large
numbers of ships gather here on a regular basis as a jumping off point
for various missions. It will be one of our primary targets. If we're
lucky, we may be able to get quite of few ships at anchorage."

The holographic image pulled back to once again reveal the entire Star Empire.

"As for our other primary target..."

The image zoomed in and Jefferson noticed many of those in attendence
leaned forward with surprised looks on their faces.

"... the Romulus star system."

"Hitting the Romuus System will make a cohesive ceasefire/surrender
agreement difficult. Due to the heavy centralisation of Romulan
military forces nearly ninety nine percent of upper echelon decisions
go through that system. Granted it does aid territorial gains and
innefective communications between Romulan combat groups but that's
going to be one hell of a difficult target." Walters said.

"This is the heart of the Romulan Star Empire, both politically and
militarly. Remus is also the home of their key dilithium mines. It is
also the manufacturing center of the empire and the location of
numerous shipyards. Hitting these two systems will substantially
cripple the empire. It will also take the decision of any surrender
out of the hands of the praetor and hard-line military leaders who
would be highly unlikely to do so no matter how many weapons we use."

The holographic image disappeared the Jefferson looked around the room.

"These two systems are also the home of billions of Romulan
civilians," Jefferson added. "But that is unavoidable."

"I thought I joined Starfleet, not Murder Inc." Richard said, folding
his arms across his chest. "How am I going to be able to go home to my
wife, knowing that I'm aiding and abetting to what is essentially a
slow and torturous death for billions of lives?"

Rojac rolled his eyes. At first Sharpe's sly comments were comical,
but now they were getting distracting and annoying. "The same way you
do now, but with a bigger chip on your shoulder." Rojac murmured
quietly. He added more loudly: "The weapon's area of effect makes it
hard for collateral damage to be unavoidable. If we want to prevent
further loss of Federation lives in this bloody stalemate we need to
take decisive action. It's the needs of the many argument."

"And hoping the milkman ain't still there when you get back" Walters
muttered under his breath but probably still loud enough to be heard.
Besides Sharpe didn't look much like the type to listen to rap music
anyway.

"Additional primary and secondary targets could, and will likely be
added in the coming days and weeks. But these are definite targets."

Jefferson pulled himself another glass of water, feeling dry in the throat.

"It has been decided that special forces ships will be used to deploy
these devices. Task force commanders will be informed of which of
their ships will be needed in the next few days."

Jefferson again looked around the room.

"Are there any questions?" the aged admiral asked.

"Where to find a good solicitor to file a will?" Walters muttered
under his breath.

"I just hope that if there is a God, that he has mercy on all our
souls for what we are about to do." Richard said. "What role will the
marines be playing in this travesty of an operation?"

"Same thing they always do. Take and hold or destroy enemy positions
to avoid the main strike getting hammered flat by the enemy. The
location and make up of these targets will be kept secret until the
last possible moment to avoid security leaks." Walters said until he
noticed the others looking at him. "What? Am I wrong?"

"How many weapons will we have available for the first round of
targets?" Rojac asked.

"As I said the exact number is still classified Captain." Jefferson said.

"Meaning we're left getting the mushroom treatment as usual, kept in
the dark and fed nothing but shit. Poor intel, lack of cohesive
planning...it's nothing short of a miracle we have the upper hand at
all." Walters said testily.

[End of Part 2]

Admiral Leland Jefferson (NPC Butch)
Joint Defence Command XO
JDC HQ, Earth

Major General Richard Sharp
1TF MEF CO
SB 234: Unity

Captain Cropa Rojac
CO
USS Chimera - C

Erassian Major Scott Walters
XO
USS Chimera - C

[USS Chimera] SD: 240912.19 | Mission After-party | Various Crew Members | Part Three (Backlog)

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Mission After-party || Part Three

Captain Joe Reynolds and his Windhover Squadron shouted loudly for
Anya to continue. Whilst most of his squadron were shouting
encouragement for a genuine legend of Erassian Pilots he was simply
giving support to one of his few true friends. Oddly whist anyone
else who had moved from serving the Alliance to another power had been
seen as a traitor, Anya was almost treated like a missionary preaching
to the heathens spreading the Alliance's views within it's bloated
forebearer.

"I can't hear you!!!" Anya taunted

Joe and his squadron not to mention the crowd shouted loudly in
support of the next song. Ironically his vocal support of Anya was
likely going to cost him an opportunity to try and get lucky. His
voice was one of his charms and as he was going to be croaky after
tonight he thought she owed him one.

"ALRIGHT HERE WE GO!!!" Anya launched into the next song.

Nanee was feeling thirst creep up her throat. Probably because she
was usually always a nervous wreck. She decided to turn towards the
bar to soothe her senses. As she rounded an extremely excited group
she had bumped into someone once reaching for the bar front.
"Oppsie.."

Major Scott Walters brushed the remnants of a spilled drink from his
clothes. "Active crowd this lot. Be careful not to get knocked over.
Regulations are all good and well but they tend to be far less
effective during shore leave." He turned back to the bar after
turning away from the somewhat abashed young AMO. "Two more of the
same...and whatever the young Doctor wants. It's going to be a long
night for the bar staff I think."

Nanee straightened herself up and was attempting at ordering a drink.

The sounds were deafening. She could barely understand the bartender. Nanee
only pointed to what a gentleman a few steps over had ordered. She went to try
to pay when she was told it was on the house. {{ That's ridiculous.
No one should be
paying for me.. I thought I was invisible}}. She made a gesture to
the bartender to motion
who had ordered her a drink.

Jade was standing near the bar holding her third beer and walked over
to the women who seemed a little confused. "The Captain did." Jade
shouted.

Nanee looked around until she spotted the Captain in question. She
smiled timidly and mouthed the words 'Thank you' as she picked up her
drink at last. She thought she'd never be able to quench this thirst.

Jade just nodded as if to say your welcome and then went back to her
drink knowing that she should probably bow out early seeing that she
has an early start needing to brief Ian and S'hae on what she needs
done and what she wants them to do while she is off on this
conference.

Gustav tired out from all the moshing that he was doing made his way
to the bar to get some more beer, at the bar he was standing next to
Jade "Fancy another captain"? he asked.

"Of course Lt." Jade said smiling and finishing off the beer that she
had, "I'm going to pay for this in the morning." She said grinning but
glad she was here.

"I know what you mean but I'm lucky enough to have the day off
tomorrow" he said handing a fresh beer to Reese "Cheers".

"Cheers." Jade said raising the bottle, "so you coming with us to
Andor for the conferences?" Jade asked the Chief Engineer.

"Yup, there's some interesting conferences about transwarp drive at
leased I hope they will be interesting" he yelled over the background
noise.

Jade nodded as she chugged her beer, "will I better head out need to
get some sleep before we head off." Jade said setting her beer down
onto the counter and giving Gustav a nod as she headed out of the bar.

Nanee sighed in relief. Being able to let loose for the first time.
She knew she was a nervous wreck, but she was hoping eventually she
would have more of a social life; being able to let people in.
Something her family was never really good at, though it seems like
MaiKai has turned it all around. Maybe she could too.

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MCapt. Jade Reese
Chief Operations Officer
USS Chimera - C

Lieutenant Gustav Kroitzer
Chief Engineer
USS Chimera - C

Lieutenant JG Nanee Quicho
Assistant Medical Officer
USS Chimera - C

[USS Chimera] SD: 240912.19 || Duty Log || Maj. Anya Xerxes || The Reapers Are Born ||

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Anya banked hard into a corkscrew manoeuvre that brought her AX-02
Lancer head on to the topside of her targeted pirate fighter. Her
Lancer's sound system was pounding with the sound of 'Ten Ton Brick'
by a band called Hurt, the music keeping her focussed and alert. She
squeezed the dual trigger on the control stick with out hesitation.
Fiery death was spat out by her twin Type XII Pulse Phaser Cannons in
the nose of her Lancer and the 8 Type X External Pulse Phaser Cannons
attached to the innermost hard points on the wings of her fighter. It
wasn't that she was out of missiles, she carried 4 quad pods of
Quantum B3 Missiles. No, these pirates weren't hard targets. The
finite munitions could be saved for the more difficult targets up
ahead on this mission. The pirate fighter she was attacking
disintegrated in a ball of fire. Opening a comm channel to her
Lancers Anya called "Two Flight continue fighter suppression, Three
flight back them up. One flight form up on me, time to go hunting."

Anya set a course to intercept a pirate freighter headed out of the
asteroid field on an escape route. She thumbed her munitions selector
over to her Quantum B3 Missiles in dual fire mode and only hoped they
could be done with this attack before her temporary home the Starfleet
Intelligence, Ronin Class, USS Jackal showed up. Her wingmate Lancer
Two, First Lieutenant Cerwynn Jones pulled up on her starboard wing
and Lancers Three and Four, Second Lieutenants Steven Fletcher and
Ignar Manasi respectively formed up behind and below her. All the
Lancers carried the same munitions as her so it was easy to plot
tactics. "One Flight use your combined pulse phaser cannons to take
down the freighter's aft shields then break off. I'll use missiles to
finish them off."

It wasn't that Anya wanted the glory of killing the freighter, there
wasn't any in attacking such a target. Things like freighters were
never included in the wing's kill tallies. It was more for expediency
that Anya was going to deliver the final blow, she was fairly familiar
with the model of freighter she was hitting. It was popular with
smugglers due to the number of discreet alcoves within its structure
but it did have quite the weak spot at the aft end. The only saving
grace for it was that it was difficult to hit...difficult for most
pilots anyway.

Lancers Two, Three and Four and unleashed a hailstorm of phaser blasts
on the aft shields of the pirate freighter which desperately fired
ineffectually at the Lancers barely grazing their military grade
shields. The freighter's aft shields went down and Anya banked her
Lancer hard round a small asteroid swooping into her attack run on the
pirate freighter. Lining up her attack run on the weak spot Anya hit
the 'afterburners' accelerating her Lancer to 0.98c just shy of Warp
1, faster sublight speeds than any other craft Anya had ever heard of.

In reality it wasn't an afterburner in the traditional sense of the
word, the 'afterburners' on the AX-02 Lancer was merely turning off
the limiter on the 2 Experimental 'Coil' Impulse Engines. The limiter
had a purpose though, when using the 'Coil' Impulse Engines at full
capacity after about 65 seconds the overheated and blew up
spectacularly taking the fighter they were attached with them. To
avoid this the limiter had been installed to keep the engines
operating at roughly 80% capacity. Anya reached her target area and
cut the impulse engines to almost nothing allowing momentum to carry
her on course. Using the Multivector Thruster Arrays she manipulated
the Lancer to face down onto the freighter and upon the target
reticule moving over the freighter's sweet spot pulled the trigger on
her control stick launching two Quantum B3 Missiles piercing through
the enemy's hull. She frantically hit the thrusters and brought the
impulse engines back to life launching her Lancer out of the blast
radius as the missiles detonated in the Impulse Engine Core of the
freighter setting off secondary explosions throughout the large
freighter.

Rejoining with the rest of One Flight Anya checked her sensors and saw
that from Lancer Squadron Two Flight and Three Flight had finished off
the remaining pirate fighters and were moving to join up with One
Flight. The heavily armed Windhover Squadron were moving towards her
also after carving up the main pirate base with their powerful
Arclight Cannons and Sun God was supplying detailed sensor information
into the datastreams between the fighters from a distance .

Opening up a comm channel to the entire unit Anya congratulated her
unit. "Well done people, your every bit as lethally efficient as the
taxpayers and brass hoped you would be when they signed off on
training you. On that front this has been noticed by Starfleet
Special Forces Command as well and after almost a year of me bugging
them they have finally signed off on our unit being assigned Elite
Status. I got the news shortly before we left Unity but I figured now
was the better time to reveal it." The coveted Elite status was so
rare to be used it was almost a myth, it meant they were the Aces of
Aces a force to be so reckoned with they were never assigned unit
numbers they were only assigned a name which would they would come to
be feared by. Anya forwarded on the unit's new seal to their main
display screen. "Welcome to Reaper Wing."

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Major Anya Xerxes
Reaper Wing CO
USS Chimera - C

[USS Chimera] SD: 240912.19 || Personal Log || Lt. Castillo

=/-\= Andor - The Main Tap =/-\=


Castillo sat at the bar, sipping his cranberry juice and reading the next days itinerary.  The weapons conference sounded as boring as he thought it would be.  It would start at 9AM and consisted of dozens of different booths either selling or demonstrating different types of weapons and body armor.  The day would also be filled with several different lectures and the unveiling of a few new weapons that according to the program were 'out of this world'.

"Strange use of 20th century slang", Charly thought to himself as he placed the PADD down in front of  him.  He took a quick glance at the clock on the wall and had just decided to get back to his room and get to sleep when the bartender approached carrying a small glass with a thick red liquid in it.

"The lady in red says hi", he said placing the glass in front of him and motioning with his head towards the far side of the bar.

Slightly confused Charly turned his head and saw what was perhaps the most striking woman he had ever seen.  She wore a dress 3 sizes too tight, revealing quite a bit.   He swallowed and nodded, though he wasn't surprised considering how well he kept his body in shape.  It was only a matter of time he figured till one of the several women in the place gathered the courage to approach him,  which the lady in red quickly did.

"My name is Morrigan", she said holding out her hand.

"Thank you for the drink, you can call me Charly", he responded taking her hand.  "Thank you for the drink, but I really should get going...."

"Whats the rush", Morrigan said leaning in closer.  "Listen, lets just cut to the chase, I want you", she said smiling, "I have a driver waiting outside, lets go back to my place and get to know each other better".

Castillo smiled and looked at the drink in front of him.  He grabbed it and swallowed it all in one swig. "What the hell", he said looking back at her.


*****  THE NEXT MORNING  ****


Charly woke up suddenly in a very large bed,  laying next to him was Morrigan.

"Its about time", she said smiling, "I thought you'd never wake up".

"What time is it", Charly said sitting up.  "Where are my clothes?".

"I had the servants clean and press them for you, they are in the chair on the other side of the room.", Morrigan responded.

And what a room it was, large enough to be someones entire house.  Castillo had a faint recollection of leaving the bar and winding up at what at the time he called a, 'castle'.  It was very large and it was apparent the woman was very rich. 

Morrigan continued talking,  "But whats the hurry, breakfast is being prepared and will be served shortly", she added.

"Thank you", Charly said sitting up.  "But I really need to get going, I have business to take care of".

Just then a loud voice could be heard from outside the room causing Morrigan to jump out of the bed.  She quickly stepped towards Castillos clothes and began throwing them all over the room.

"What are you doing?", Castillo said jumping up from he bed, grabbing his trousers which he quickly put on.

Before she could respond the door leading the bedroom flew open and a very large and very angry man stepped into the room.  "YOU WHORE",  he screamed.

Morrigan immediately screamed back, "Serves you right for cheating on me....Oh! I never new what I was missing until last night".

The man then looked over at Castilo and moved quickly to the dresser by the door and pulled out a small hand phaser.

"OH, WAIT....", Charly said holding out his hands, "I didn't know", he yelled but it was too late.   The jealous husband fired a shot but missed wide right, frying a hole in the wall.

Morrigan still screaming threw one of Charly's boots at her husband, "He was much better than you", she screamed as the shoe hit its target causing him to drop the weapon.

Castillo saw his chance and lunged towards his attacker knocking him over and onto the floor.  He pinned his hands down and looked back towards Morrigan just in time to see his other boot collide with his forehead.

"Leave my husband alone!", she screamed.  "I love him".

The impact dazed Charly for a second and he released his grasp on the husband.   "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE", he said getting to his feet.

Morrigan ran to her husbands aid and helped him to his feet.  "I'm so sorry my love", she said now sobbing.

Figuring this was a good time to leave Castillo dashed through the door, down the stairs and out the front door, still shirtless and shoeless.  He eventually found his way back to his room where he flopped down on his bed took a deep breath.  He was just about to close his eyes when he glanced over at the time and realized he was already 20 minutes late for the conference.


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

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

[USS Chimera] SD: 240912.19 || Joint Log || Part Two || Summoned Demons ||‏

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

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Start of Part 2
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Phil Yelland and Anita Morris materialised only a few yards
away from the scene of utter chaos that met their eyes.
They were prepared to treat a patient with the mysterious
illness and had come armed with Med cases and testing
equipment and were totally unprepared for the scenario in
which they found themselves.

There were two figures dressed in conventional safety gear,
a small group of civilians and a man with a gaping wound
in his chest who was surely dead.
One of the figures was yelling at the group to stay back
whilst the other, distracted by their arrival aimed a rifle
at them ready to fire.
Phil shouted " Medics, Medics" and the rifle swung back
towards the crowd.
One of them grabbed Phil's arm, rifle fire exploded in a
brilliant flash and Anita, half turned though keeping her
eyes on the group and moved towards the shelter of the
building backing up to the wall.

As she made to press her commbadge, she saw a second man hit
and Phil fall to the ground, fighting a civilian who was the
stronger.
But her call was never made for a bloodied hand though thin
and bony, gripped itself onto her shoulder and turning her
head, eyes wide in fear, Anita came faced a wild eyed
creature cut and bleeding by the broken glass surrounding
her head and shoulders.

"Switching to Auto mode!" Kilbain shouted and shot the
civilian attacking the male medic in the head with a quick burst on
auto fire turning what had been a human head into a unrecognisable
collection of blood, skull fragments and brain matter. He trained his
rifle on his next target and was about to squeeze the trigger when he
felt a blindingly sharp pain in his chest. He looked down and saw
what appeared to be a narrow black icicle made of black
glistening metal. The glistening made it look like it was moving...no wait it
was moving, it was a number of black metal like wires moving cohesively.

The wires were pulled back through his chest and Kilbain
dropped to the ground. He saw where the wires were originating from, it
was the first man he had shot still with the hole in his chest.
The man grabbed him by the rim of his helmet and lifted him off the
ground with almost superhuman strength and dangled him in mid-air.
Kilbain looked at the man's arms and saw black lines snaking along
towards him underneath the man's skin. Panting out of a mixture of
adrenaline and fear Kilbain scrabbled for his side arm.

Grasping the reassuring weight of the .50 cal Desert Eagle XV, Kilbain
brought the pistol up underneath the man's chin and pulled the trigger
blowing away half the man's face. Still though the man didn't drop
him and the black lines raced towards him. Kilbain managed a scream
before his life was ended as the black lines erupted out of the man's
skin as wires and piercing through Kilbain's eyes into his brain.
Kilbain's arms dropped and he was released dropping like a marionette
with its strings cut.

Phil Yelland had fallen to his knees clutching his hands to
his head. His vision was almost blanked out by dark red,
almost black wire like strands. He tried at first to brush
them away which was an impossibility.
He felt pain such as he had never experienced before and the
total fear that accompanied it and then... there was
nothing.

Anita Morriss' screams were short lived.
She had turned to face the bloodied woman who held her in a
grip that defied her expected capabilities.
As she tried to push Ann away, the dark lines on the woman's
arms had broken through the skin and seemed to grow fast,
aiming at Anita before she had time to realise what was
happening.

They made contact with her face in an instant of extreme
heat like white-hot needles.
Others, still erupting from Ann's chest, targeted Anita's
body and pierced through her biosuit as though it was tissue
paper. She didn't survive long.

Colbeck kept firing at the enemy until the magazine in his
AR30-USG Assault Rifle was empty. Without time to load a fresh
magazine he pulled his .50 cal Desert Eagle XV side-arm and fired until
the nine 50 cal rounds were spent. One of the two civilian females
sprang at him and black shiny wires erupted from under her skin and
pierced into Colbeck's right shoulder paralysing his right arm. He
roared with pain as the wires buried into him snaking their way in
towards his vital organs. Knowing his death or worse was imminent,
using his left hand he grabbed a plasma grenade out a utility pouch, pulled
the pin out with his thumb, pressed and held the trigger. White
light filled the world...

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End Log
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Private Jake Kilbain (NPC Ixus)
Aeren III Colony Defence Force

Private Tyler Colbeck (NPC Ixus)
Aeren III Colony Defence Force

Ann Blythe (NPC Rangi)
Aeren III Civilian

Phil Yelland (NPC Rangi)
SB: 234 Unity Medic

Anita Morris (NPC Rangi)
SB: 234 Unity Medic

[USS Chimera] SD: 240912.19 || Joint Log || Part One || Summoned Demons ||

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

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Start Log
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Private Jake Kilbain shuffled uncomfortably in his CBRN
(Chemical Biological Radiological Nuclear) gear. It was the
middle of summer in the Northern Hemisphere of Aeren III and his gas
mask and protective gear was making him too damn hot. He hefted his
Erassian made AR30-USG Assault Rifle he looked over at his buddy
Private Tyler Colbeck who was likewise dressed and armed. "Hey when
did HQ say those two Starfleet Medics were supposed to be here ?"

"About twenty minutes ago, bloody typical that we're stuck
out here in the heat whilst they swan in late in the
atmosphere controlled HAZMAT suits. Still, I'd rather be out here than
in there with the infected woman. I wouldn't put it past the Chief
Administrator to cheap out on these gas masks. Hell we're probably breathing
in Asbestos as it is." Tyler replied taking a glance behind him at the
house they were standing guard outside.

Ann Blythe lay on her bed. She was not resting for her
laboured breathing would not allow that luxury.
She felt hot and clammy then chilled to her bones. No
position was comfortable although she had little strength
now to move and try to seek relief.
Her head pounded as though it might surely explode, her
throat was dry and her mouth parched and it seemed to her
that she was on fire, tormented by demons that scorched her
very soul.

Then her vision cleared and she lay staring up at the
ceiling not quite trusting the sudden calmness that overcame
her. The room was silent and she was aware of voices
outside.
She couldn't hear what they said but reasoned that they must
have come to see her and if she did not let them in then
they might leave.

She forced herself to swallow and summoned every ounce of
her strength, pushing herself to sit up but as soon as she
did so the headache returned and she felt faint, clinging to
the edge of the bed.
It wasn't far to the door and stealing herself, she got to
her feet and took an uncertain step.

It was a mistake.

She poised on tiptoe, rigid and grotesque, not able to
either move or speak in the sudden rush of searing pain
that trapped every nerve and fibre of her being.
It passed in a few seconds and she half fell, half stumbled
towards the door, desperate to reach it and the help that
waited beyond.

Kilbain turned at the sound of something tapping the glass
behind him. He jumped at the sight of the infected woman clawing at the
door. He gestured at her with his free left hand. "Go back. Get
back to your bed, the medics will be here shortly. I said get back!"

"Jake..." Came the uncertain voice of his buddy Colbeck.

"What?" Kilbain snapped back.

"Look this way." Colbeck replied and when Kilbain turned he
saw what the interruption had been for. There was five uninfected
civilians walking steadily...no purposefully towards the two Colony
Defence Force soldiers.

"HALT! This area is off limits under enforcement of the
Infection Countermeasures Act 2407. Return to your homes immediately
or you will be fired upon." Just to prove his point Colbeck
brought his rifle to bear on the nearest advancing civilian.

Half blinded by the brightness outside her dim room and half
crazed from the pain that had again spread throughout her
body, Ann saw only moving shadows outside. She heard voices but
could not grasp what they said for her only thought now was
to get outside and fill her tortured lungs with clean fresh
air. Her tapping on the glass brought no response and when her
hand fastened upon a mug left on the table beneath the
window, she seized it and with every remaining ounce of
strength, threw it against the glass which was thin enough
to shatter. The mug and her fist continued through the broken pane which
gashed her skin cruelly.

"Help me.." she gasped, her voice broken into a croak

Kilbain ignored the sound of the breaking glass and the
woman's weak plea for help, instead focussing on the primary threat in
front of him. "HALT NOW!!!" He shouted at the advancing civilians
who paid no heed to his order. He flipped the safety off his rifle and was
about to bring it to bear on the nearest advancing civilian, a middle
aged male when a combination of instinct, quick reactions and training
caused him to dodge sideways.

The middle aged male lunged at Kilbain. He was faster than
Jake had anticipated. From underneath the middle aged man's skin
metallic like wires erupted out spearing at Kilbain. After narrowly
dodging the wires Kilbain twisted and smashed his rifle butt into the
face of the middle aged man causing him/it to stagger backwards.
Kilbain recovered his stance and fired a burst of three 5.56mm
rounds into his target.

Phil Yelland and Anita Morris materialised only a few yards
away from the scene of utter chaos that met their eyes.
They were prepared to treat a patient with the mysterious
illness and had come armed with Med cases and testing
equipment and were totally unprepared for the scenario in
which they found themselves.

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End of Part 1
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Private Jake Kilbain (NPC Ixus)
Aeren III Colony Defence Force

Private Tyler Colbeck (NPC Ixus)
Aeren III Colony Defence Force

Ann Blythe (NPC Rangi)
Aeren III Civilian

[USS Chimera] SD 240912.18 || JL || MCapt Reese (COps) & Lt Dior (Conn) ||

[Room 301-B - the Grand Aenar Hotel - Andoria]

Lieutenant Rayna Dior dropped her duffel top the soft mattress of one of the double beds in her assigned quarters. She pulled out the file off clothes, smoothed out the wrinkles on the top garment, and carried them over to the chest of drawers for proper stowage. She was glad to be on Andoria and away from the stress of the conn station for a while. The flying she had been ordered to do during Operation Magna was stressful, to say the least. She has brushed with death quite a few times, and didn't mind leaning back and living for a while - even if that involved listenening to a few drab lectures.

Rayna was hanging up her parka in the closet when she heard the soft hiss of her door opening. Her room mate must have arrived.

"Hey, Captain." Rayna called over her shoulder.

"Lt." Jade said smiling to the Lieutenant glad that she was roomed with someone she knew noticing that she had the bed near the window Jade set her bag on the bed near the door. With that done she slipped her coat off and also laid it down on the bed, "so what conference are you here to attend?" Jade asked as she started unpacking.

"Ah!" She dropped a few files onto the bed an dug through them, pulling out one of particular interest and handing it to the marine captain. "A new ship class came out this year - the vesta class - that it outfitted with a slipstream warp drive."

Taking the PADD she skimmed through it, "it's a beautiful ship." Jade said she had read about slipstream but didn't know a whole lot about it. Expect for the crew of Voyager used it and it helped cut their travel time down but at that time it was still very experimental and dangerous.

"Where the century lass was a weapons development platform before Captain Rojac got a hold of it, the vesta class was designed as a test-bed for experimental propulsion technologies. As far as helm officers think, she's the holy grail." Dior allowed herself a smirk a she glance at the image of the sleek starfleet vessel on the padd.

"How long do you think it'll take SF to get the slipstream out of the experimental stage?" Jade asked thinking that it would be a useful technology for exploration and for defending the borders of the Federation.

"Well," Rayna began, taking a seat on the bed and gazing into the padd, "if the tests on the Vesta continue to go as well as they are going, they should have all testing done by this time next year." She looked up to the superior officer in the room. "It's really quite genius how they do it. Instead of projecting a warp bubble around the ship, they elongate it and project a tube-like structure in-front of the ship through the deflector dish. It's like an artificial slipstream tunnel." She sighed and leaned back into the pillows on the headboard. "The biggest problem so far is power consumption. It eats a lot of power. If we had a singularity drive similar to the Romulans it might be easier to use. But it would also be considerably more dangerous." 

Jade nodded remembering reading about the singularity drive they were impressive by the amount of power then can have running through it but it did have it's issues. Jade then stood up, "care to join me for a drink down in the bar?" Jade asked seeing that they should relax a bit.

"That sounds great, Captain." Rayna stood and tossed the padd atop her duffel bag. She pulled down on her jacket, straightening it out, and gestured toward the door. "Shall we?"

The Marine Captain nodded, and the two women headed down to the bar.

[End Log]

Marine Captain Jade Reese

Chief Operations Officer

Lieutenant Rayna Dior

Chief Helm Officer

USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

[USS Chimera] SD240912.17 ||PROJECT LOS ALAMOS|| Duty Log, Cdr Rick Rodgers and Trevor Wright

=U.S.S. Descartes=
=Columbia system=
 
Carrying his small carry-on bag, Rick made his way to transporter room one. After a couple of days after finding out that his wife was in labor, he had managed to secure passage on the J'Hock, a vulcan science ship that was helping observe and assist in the TechEx test.
 
Between the Columbia system and Vulcan system, the J'Hock's final destination, he would meed up with the freighter Norrison, which was meeting up with a convoy heading to Starbase UNITY. It was going to take Rick a few days to make it home, but he didn't have much of a choice.
 
As he stepped onto the turbolift, he was met by Trevor Wright.
 
"I'm glad I caught you before you left," Wright said.
 
Rick just stared at the lift doors as they closed.
 
"I wanted to give you this," Wright said.
 
The elder engineer/scientist handed Rick a small case.
 
"What is it?" Rick asked as he took the case.
 
"Are you still trying to figure out that Mendez Power Converter?" Wright asked.
 
"Uh ... yeah. Whenever I have time, which isn't that often."
 
The MPC was a device Rick came across years ago when one of the previous Chimera's crash landed on a remote planet. It was a failed project, but if it would work, it could provide a large amount of power to a planet. One little device could perhaps power an entire world. Rick had been working on it since as one of his pet side projects.
 
"Well, that should help," Wright said, nodding to the case.
 
Rick looked down at the case then back at Wright.
 
"I played around with Mendez's little toy a few years ago. But I've never been a fan of working on someone else's research. I prefer starting from scratch. Anyhow, I believe that should help you in your work."
 
"Thanks," Rick said putting the case in his bag as the lift stopped and both men walked out into the corridor.
 
The two stopped outside of the transporter room.
 
"Do you remember what I said about being smarter than the Romulans?" Wright asked. "Or anyone else for that matter?"
 
"Vaguely," Rick replied.
 
Wright nodded, "Good."
 
Rick motioned as if he was going to enter the transporter room. He then stopped and looked back at Wright.
 
"You old bastard," Rick said accusingly.
 
Wright allowed a slight grin.
 
"You have a means to counter the TechEx, don't you?"
 
Wright's grin grew.
 
"Now?" Rick asked.
 
Wright shook his head.
 
"When?"
 
"Soon," Wright replied. "I never build anything I can't defend against."
 
"How?"
 
"It's a little something I will be able to put in anything larger than a comm badge. A little tweaking here and there and I will be able to make it smaller."
 
Rick allowed himself to smile for the first time in weeks.
 
"You are an old bastard," Rick said.
 
Wright smiled for a moment longer before looking serious.
 
"Just give me a year or two and the TechEx will be obsolete," Wright said. "Now, you better get a move on. The Vulcans don't like to be kept waiting."
 
The two men shook hands as Rick walked into the transporter room while Wright remained in the corridor. It was of some relief to Rick, but it was likely that millions would still be killed when the weapons already produced were deployed.

 
Commander Rick Rodgers
Chief Engineering Officer
Starbase UNITY
Former temporary assignment
Deputy Developmental and Operations Coordinator
Project Los Alamos
 
and
 
Dr. Trevor Wright (npc by Rick)
Head of Development and Operations
Project Los Alamos

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[USS Chimera] Weekly Sim Report #332 =/\= USS Chimera and SSF 1TF

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

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                  - Starship Commanding Officer -
                    - Captain Cropa Rojac  -
                   - USS Chimera NCC 96899-C -
                   SD 2408012.06 - SD 240812.12
                          SIM REPORT #332

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=/\= CONTENTS =/\=
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1) OOC Address
2) Promotions/Academy/Awards
3) Mission Assignments/Mission Summary/Quotes of the Week
4) Subject Lines/Website News/IRC Info
5) Crew Roster/Log Count/Removals
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=/\= OOC ADDRESS/ =/\=
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If having trouble viewing this entire transmission, it can be viewed in its entirety here: http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dgk4mcdg_6hp4zg275
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- CO's Report
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This report covers the period SD 240812.06 - SD 240812.12.

16 logs (14 Active Crew, 3 Excused, 3 Unexcused, 2 On Leave, 0 Guest, 0 New) 14 Total Crewmen.

 
Average logs per Week: 24.13 -0.81
 
Chimerans!

Yet another slow week. Alas, Christmas and the rest of the holiday gang are sapping all of our energy and free time. Who would of thought; Santa Claus is a vampire.

Remember team, all it takes for an E is a quick e-mail. And if you're stuck on ideas of what to log I have plenty to share. I know conferences can be boring but their about to get spiced up significantly, trust me.

+rojac
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- XO's Address
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As usual I'd prefer more logs as it was another slow week so how about digging in for one last time in the run up to Christmas???  Remember the conferences are your time to air your characters ideas and pet projects.  Any experimental cures, quantumn theories or radical ideas...get them typed up!  We're going to spice things up shortly so smoke 'em while you got 'em .

 +Ixus

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

- Frankie takes home the gold with 7 logs this week.

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- Log of the Week
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[USS Chimera] SD: 240912.12 || War Planning JL || Part 1 ||

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- Mailing Lists
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- The Public list is a forum for chat/discussions. Here you can meet and talk to other members of the UCIP about anything you like.
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Star Trek Universe with logs from all-important aspects of the
organization.
If you would like to be on any of these lists then make a
subscription request through the UCIP Database.
Important Email lists:
- chimera-command@ucip.org: Here you can contact the Command Team members
- chimera-seniorstaff@ucip.org: Here you can contact all
department heads
- chimera-ooc@ucip.org: OOC mailing list for the crew of the USS Chimera
Other Email lists:
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The Chimera Archive – look in your UCIP Database account [http://database.ucip.org/], then under My Subscriptions to find the chimera@ucip.org mailing list. Click on this list to access the archive.
Now onto the report!
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- Plot Information
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THIS WEEK:

• Earth
• War planning conference. 
• Vulcan
• Fisher, Carpenter? Are either of you alive?
• Andor
• Begin the conference. You have your orders.
• UNITY
• are those tatoos?

LAST WEEK:

• Earth
• War planning conference. 
• Vulcan
• Fisher, Carpenter? Are either of you alive?
• Andor
• Begin the conference. You have your orders.
• UNITY
• are those tatoos?