Saturday, December 26, 2009

[USS Chimera] SD240912.26 | DL - DCOps | LtCmdr Vaughn | "Skeleton Crew"

= ODCC, USS Chimera C =

Ian (NPC) along with about 10 to 15 other operations personnel apart of the skeleton crew on the Chimera mainly going over everything making sure that everything was in working order. He was busy covering the department while Jade was at Andor running some battle simulations which was kinda odd for SF having a Operations Chief running something like that but then again Jade knew what she was doing in a battle.

Signing off on another report and setting it in the out pile and grabbing another PADD this one going over diagnostics of the EPS relays. Only about a 1/3 of them needed to be replaced after the initial replacements finishing the report he signed off and set it on the out pile. He then stood up and walked out of Jade's office he looked around, "Ensign Tannis I need you to take a team and check out the computer cores." Ian said knowing that they've all been checked before.

The Ensign looked up from what she was doing, "yes sir." Tannis (NPC) said pointing to two other Technicians, "should there be anything we're looking for?" Tannis asked.

"No I just want to have it checked again." Ian said nodding to the small team as it left the ODCC. He then looked over at the consoles that showed the energy output on everything that has power running through it. He started looking through it all making sure nothing wasn't straining itself and if it was he would get a team on it right away.

Lieutenant Commander Ian Vaughn (NPC)
Deputy Chief Operations Officer
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

[USS Chimera] SD240912.26 | 3-Way BackLog - CMO, COps, Civilian | Cmdr Summers, MCapt Reese, Child Martin (NPC) | "Live Feed" Part I

= Cafe, SB UNITY =

<<OOC - This and the actual conferences logs will take place before everyone heads out to their conferences>>

Jade was walking around on the promenade after finishing her
last class of the course the course went well. The officers
did will and should be better prepared for missions the
Cadets that were in the class still need some work but
they'll also be ready for battle.

Approaching from the opposite direction, little martin
Guzman, holding fast to his mothers hand, was telling her
how much he would like a double chocolate milk shake with
sprinkles on the top and hoping he could persuade her to
stop at the little coffee shop that they sometimes visited.


As she passed a shop window she stopped and looked at what
they had to offer it was a clothing store. Mainly women's
ware Jade wished she had occasions to wear civilian clothes
but with the war and everything it would be allow since she
would be able to.


"....only if I can have one too." Rangi said and smiled to
her little son who nodded eagerly.
They walked along and it was by chance that Rangi spotted
Jades figure.
" Oh Martin..." she said, slowing her steps "...I want to
have a quick word with someone.....come with me for a moment
please."
He followed where she led, hoping that the quick word would
indeed be 'quick'.

Jade had finished looking at the clothes and she started
heading towards the stairs that led down to the first floor
of the promenade when she almost ran into someone, "oh
sorry...." Jade started and then realizing who it was,
"Commander Summers good to see you again." Jade said
smiling.

" You too. " Rangi replied in like manner. " In fact, I was
hoping to have the chance to speak to you soon." She gave
martin a quick glance then, addressing Jade again suggested:
" We're on our way to the coffee shop...would you have time
to join us?"

Looking down at her child, "it sounds like it'll would make
a lovely afternoon." She said smiling at the both of them.
"So how have you been?" Jade asked as they headed for the
coffee shop.

" Busy " Rangi replied and Martin, eager to discover what
sort of person this new person was asked the question that
would define it forever.

" Do you like Chocolate Milkshake?" he asked.

"Of course I do." Jade said smiling, "I have one every
chance I get." She said she then looked up at Rangi, "your
son is very adorable." Jade said smiling.

" Thankyou." Rangi replied and glancing at Martin added in a
teasing tone "...he has his moments."

Martin,wasn't quite sure what adorable meant but it was
obviously something good to be, so he accepted it and smiled
back at Jade as they moved off in the direction of the
coffee shop.

Walking into the coffee shop Jade allowed Rangi and her son
to get in line first, "so what's good here besides the milk
shakes?" Jade asked as she looked at the menu.

"Everything." Martin said keenly, a reply which made them
both laugh.

"The muffins are good." Rangi suggested and when her turn
came, ordered one for herself and Martin chose the same.

Jade just smiled and walked up to the counter, "I'll have a
blueberry muffin and chocolate milk shake please." Jade said
as she turned and stepped out of the way and waited for her
food Which only took a second to get and they headed off to
find a table to sit at to make it easier to eat the milk
shakes and muffins.

" I wanted to ask your permission for something." Rangi
replied.
"It has to do with your recent history. There's a discussion
forum on one of the medical boards I contribute too and I'd
like to raise the subject there. It would mean though that
you might be asked to input your own experiences first hand.
Would you be willing to do that?"

Jade took a moment to think about it and to also taste the
best milk shake and muffins on UNITY. "Sure I'm fine with
it." Jade said as she took another sip of her milk shake,
"are the forums video or written?" She asked not caring
which one it was she just curious.


Rangi finished her mouthfull of muffin, swallowed it and
replied: " Ideally  a live link but if you're not happy to
do that...lots of questions.." she smiled "...then a
transcript would do. I will ofcourse be giving my side of
it..test results and so on but its always good to have the
patient speak for themselves."

Martin,looked from one to the other as they spoke, sucking
through the straw and enjoying his milkshake.
"I've been in a live link" he announced and they both looked
at him enguiringly.
"When Daddy was away." he explained

"No a live link is fine." Jade said smiling and then looking
over at Martin and smiling, "did you enjoy being in a live
link?" Jade said looking at Martin.



Martin nodded as he drank from his straw. " Yes I did." he
said releasing it " Its fun."



"When would you like to do this?" Jade asked seeing how that
she really only had some paper work to get done and then she
just had to pack for the upcoming conferences that she was
going to attend.


" The first suggested date is next Tuesday at fouteen
hundred if you're free then. Rangi replied.


Jade just grinned at what Martin said, "your son is just
adorable." Jade said taking another sip of her milkshake,
"Tuesday at 1400 will be fine. I can put off doing paper
work for a bit." She said grinning.

Martin grinned back and decided Jade might well appreciate
some entertainment so blew into the straw creating lots of
bubbles and an interesting noise.
" Martin!" Rangi said immediately giving him a stern look.
He pushed the glass away and looked at Jade as Rangi said to
her:

"I'll confirm it then. I'm glad you agree to take part."

Jade couldn't but help laugh at Martin but quickly hid it seeing how that it might undermine the parent authority but she did give him a quick wink. "Alright then see you next Tuesday at 1400." Jade said standing up needing to get back to work mainly going through reports and signing things off. Before leaving she gave a quick nod to Rangi and a quick wave to Martin before heading out of the cafe.

Commander Rangi Summers
Chief Medical Officer
SB UNITY

&

Marine Captain Jade Reese
Chief Operations Officer
USS Chimera C

&

Martin Summers (NPC)
Civilian Child
SB UNITY (apb Rangi)

--
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, December 23, 2009

[USS Chimera] SD 240912.23 || SB Unity. Personal Log || (Part 2) Major Cortez / Commander Summers

Herman <herman.oliver@gmail.com> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:

=/-\= Med. Adv, Office * SB Unity =/-\=


"And what might that have been?" she asked wishing now that she'd read
the reports on her desk and didn't have to ask him.

Cortez noticed Rangi peek back at her desk and the stack of PADD's on
it. "You wont find what I'm about to say in your reports", he said
taking another bite, purposely building the tension.

Her eyes moved back to him and she frowned, watching him chewing her
tuna sweetcorn and mayonnaise sandwich. She wondered if he really knew
something or if it was just winding her up as he liked to do from time
to time.

"The base was empty", Cortez continued. "Deserted it seems, not even
any corpses", he paused for a moment, "What really worries me though,
is why someone would detonate a plasma grenade just outside the main
medical building". He sighed and took another bite of Rangi's
sandwich, looking at her the entire time.

She gave him a suspicious stare then suddenly said "Computer...end news report."

The news reader was cut off in mid word and disappeared from the screen.

" Plasma grenade?" she said then added "...I thought there was a
dampening field...how do you know about plasma grenades?"

"I already told you, an ODA team was sent to investigate", he paused
and smiled, "I'm guessing the Admiral didn't inform of you that, or
maybe he didn't even know", he added smugly, "I trained at Quantico
with the teams CO and even he was worried", he said finishing the
sandwich, placing the last piece into his mouth.

She made to ask a question, then paused, pressing her lips together
and turning her head slightly sideways as she looked at him
thoughtfully. The report would definitely be on her desk, possibly
twice, for Shane was updating her as well as her receiving any news
concerned with the missing med team via ops. She knew he was enjoying
the moment of telling her something she didn't know probably more than
he was enjoying her lunch.

" Right." she said trying to sound matter of fact. "Tell me then..."
she added as he glanced at the tray eying her glass. " What criteria
are there for detonating plasma grenades?" She reached out and lifted
her glass, taking a sip from it.

Richard chuckled. "Its not so much criteria or guidelines, but more
of why someone would feel the need to use such a deadly weapon in a
place where as far as we know, there was no need", he said leaning
back into the sofa. "Or do we", he added raising an eyebrow in
Spock-like fashion.

The glass was replaced. " We might." she said raising her eyes to
meet his. A moment passed. "...but I'd rather we didn't." she added.

"Well I would suggest you be extra careful with your waitress", Cortez
said as he struggled to stand up, having to use the arm rest on the
sofa to do it. "Give the Admiral my regards", he added with a smile
and began to step towards the door.

"Cortez"

She waited until he turned to look at her.

"This isn't a time to play games." she said when he did. "I'd like
your opinion."

Cortez turned around, his smile gone from his face. "No games
Commander. You already know what you should do. Kill her......Kill
the waitress now why you still have the chance", he said as he
turned towards the door once again. "Oh, and I meant what I said
about making your life a living hell", he added raising his right arm
as he stepped towards the door.

She stood up too. "You wont be back on the front line until I say so."
she said to his retreating back. "And you can get second hand
information to stew over in your little cubby hole of an office or you
can talk to me....your decision."


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

Commander Rangi Summers
CMO
SB Unity

Major Richard Cortez
CSEC
USS Chimera

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

[USS Chimera] SD 240912.22. SB Unity. Personal Log.(Part 1) Major Cortez / Commander Summers

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

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


It was early afternoon and Rangi who had been in one of
the research labs for most of the morning, returned to the
Med Advisors office having decided
to have a short break before beginning work again.
There were a number of padds on her desk, neatly stacked and
awaiting her attention but she postponed reading them and
made herself a small meal instead.

The replicator provided a sandwich and a drink for her and
she carried both the length of her office to the seating
area at the far end, setting down the little tray and taking
a seat opposite the large screen.

The GNN channel was running a story about a bombing in San
Francisco as Rangi raised her glass to her lips.
Actually two bombings she realized as the film changed to
Vulcan and the once beautiful city of ShiKahr.

*** Just Outside Rangi's office ***

"I don't care what your instructions are", Major Cortez said
pointing his finger at the yeoman blocking his way into
Rangi's office. "Now get out of my way before I throw you
out the window".

"Sir...you need permission or...Sir!!" The Yeoman stood
helplessly by as Cortez pushed past her and entered the
office.
She followed him.

The door slid open revealing Summers sitting down with her
lunch in front of her.

"The Bastards hit our home" Cortez said stepping towards
Rangi.

" Ma'am...I'm sorry..." she eyed Cortez. " This person
wouldnt wait."

Rangi glanced quickly back towards the door and seeing who
her un announced visitor was said:
" It's alright..the Major probably forgot to ask."

The Yeoman waited for a second or two then retreated.

" You wanted to see me?" Rangi asked looking up at Cortez as
he drew near.

Richards eyes were glued to the screen displaying the
carnage as it unfolded. "You know why I'm here", he said
without looking
at her.

" Well...I can imagine.." she replied, her attention
returning to the news. "Take a seat." she added.

The news reader was detailing casualty figures, as yet
unconfirmed and talking about the investigation into the
cause of the explosion.

Richard continued to stand.
"Its been two weeks and I've passed every single physical
and test you and your staff could throw at me, I'm ready to
get back to my ship", he said, his eyes still glued
to the screen as the report switched to video footage of San
Francisco.

" No you're not." Rangi replied quietly, not breaking her
attention from the screen.

The report changed to show various dignitaries, all of whom
were believed to be inside the building when the bomb
detonated then the news readers face filled the screen.

"We are returning to ShiKarh." she said then added soberly
"...Some viewers may find the following scenes upsetting."

The camera remained focussed on her for a few moments,
presumably to allow time for people to turn the pictures off
if they did not wish to see them.

Richard paused as the screen showed burned victims and the
rubble of several buildings,

"Damnit Rangi", Cortez shouted pounding his fist on the
chair in front of him. "If you don't let me go, I swear I'm
going to make your work here a living hell", he said glaring
at her, meaning every word of his threat.


This time Rangi raised her head and looked at him.

" Getting into a tantrum like a spoiled child isnt going to
make me change my mind." she said coldly.
She twisted round the better to meet his gaze.
" You know you aren't back to peak fitness." she said. " Its
true you're doing remarkably well but you're not fit for
frontline service...not really...and you know it if you're
honest with yourself."

She turned back to the screen where some person whose name
she had missed was talking about the possibility that the
attacks were linked.

"Well of course they're linked", Richard scoffed his head
responding to the person on the TV. "And I'll bet you a
good bottle of Andorian Ale that the waitress you have
locked up in the civilian hospital isn't just sick with the
fever too",
He glanced back at Rangi.
"There's too many coincidences, especially with that missing
medical team on Aeran 3".

She looked at him sharply.
"What do you mean?" she demanded for he unknowingly had
voiced her own long held thoughts.

Cortez grinned, he finally had Rangi off her guard. Taking
a breath he stepped to the couch and slumped into it,
grabbing half of her sandwich as he did.
"Just because I'm stuck here doesn't mean I'm helpless", he
said taking a bite of her meal.
"A friend of mine was on the team sent to find the missing
doctors", he continued talking with half his mouth full,
"While they still haven't found the doctors they did find
something else", he paused, waiting to see Summers reaction.

" And what might that have been?" she asked slowly, wishing
now that she'd read the reports on her desk and didnt have
to ask him.

*** End Part 1 ***

Major Richard Cortez
C.Sec
USS Chimera
&
Commander Rangi Summers
Med Adv 1st Task Force
CMO SB Unity

[USS Chimera] SD 240912.22 || Galactic News Network ||

"On Cestus Three archeologists have found what seems to be a primitive burial tomb strikingly familiar to Earth's ancient pyramids of Giza." The attractive blonde anchorwoman said on the newsfeed streaming from GNN headquarters from the Luna Colony orbiting Earth. "Experts on-site have yet to conclude whether there is any connection to---"

She halted abruptly mid-speech and held a hand to hear ear looking questionably off-scene. She nodded to someone, and turned back to the camera with a nervous smirk. 

"I apologize." She stammered. "Something has just come in. We're getting mixed reports of a bombing in the Vulcan city of Shi'kahr. Authorities have yet to comment, but GNN sensors have picked up what appears to be a large explosion in the city next to the volatile tectonic region of Vulcan's Forge. We expect to here more from them soon."

She smiled weakly and continued with the planed script. "Back to Cestus III where ---"

She held a hand up to her ear again. "I'm sorry." She held a hand over her microphone and said something to someone off-screen again. The camera's couldn't pick-up what was said - only her moving mouth - but everyone felt the sense of dread that she exuded when she held a hand over her mouth in ghastly surprise. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, an explosion has been registered north of San Francisco as well only one minute ago." She said, taking a deep breath to compose herself. "Sensors registered multiple warp core explosions in a Starfleet controlled transit station attached to Starfleet Headquarters in San Francisco. Again, we must wait for an update from Federation sources on the matter, but we are sending personnel to the scene."

A glimmer of a tear could be seen in the corner of the anchorwoman's eye. "As always, stay tuned to GNN for the latest. We work around the clock to keep the Federation up to date. We'll be back after a short break."

The screen faded out to the GNN logo. 

(NPC by Rojac)

Monday, December 21, 2009

[USS Chimera] SD 240912.21 || War Conference Log || Part 3 || MGen Sharpe, Capt Rojac & EMaj Walters ||

[San Francisco Transit Station - Starfleet Headquarters]

"I'm agreed, Richard." Rojac said, walking along the walkway with his hands deep into his pockets. "But I'm not sure what other steps we can take. Should we just continue sending soldier after soldier to their deaths?"

"I'm all for ending the war without committing the lives of wave after wave of both naval and marine personnel, but surely we as a people have evolved past the need for a weapon of mass destruction." Richard said, as they entered through the rather over-elaborate entrance hall to the San Francisco Transit station. "We had the Atomic Bomb of the 1940's, which started a chain of events that culminated in the third world war. I just wish that there was a better way than this."

"Develop weapons with a more tactical emphasis rather than strategic emphasis.  The Alliance has successfully downscaled weapons that were previously planet killers or worse.  This TechEx technology could prove immensely valuable if it was scaled down to take out ships and stations.  Imagine it a one shot kill on a Romulan Thelaron Cruiser or worse a Borg Tactical Fusion Cube.  We shouldn't be shunning this technology but developing it to a usable stage"  Walters said as he led the way up the stairs to the security checkpoint.

"Ah, but that's the problem with research and development." Rojac said, lokking down to find his Starfleet ID card to present at the gate. "They always develop the big bang first."

The clear aluminum window next to the group of three buckled under immense pressure as searing hot flames ripped from inside the station. The earth buckled underneath them throwing them to their feet. Then a deafening explosion clapped through the air. Rojac was tossed from the walkway onto the gravel of the street below. The fires tossed a car into a guardrail, narrowly avoiding the Captain's torso. Rojac rolled as more cars plowed into the stopped traffic, after the dust settled he looked up to see what could only be described as Armageddon. Columns of dark smoke climbed up high into the air underlit by crimson flames. Sirens could be heard in the distance.

Rojac climbed wearily to his feet and wiped the soot from his eyes as he surveyed the wreckage him. "Damn." He muttered.

=/\=

The explosion had sent the three men in different directions. Being in the middle of them, Richard had flown straight backwards, flipping over and over, spinning in the air as he flew backwards, landing with a sickening crunch on the walkway, a good one hundred feet from where he'd been before. Debris and body parts landed around him, as white hot metal fragments tore into his body.

He lay immobile for what felt like an age, but in reality, no more than fifteen seconds. A car flipped over him as a secondary explosion from the station caused a parked taxi to fly. Richard got to his feet slowly and carefully. This scene had shocking similarities to a combat zone, so Richard automatically engaged marine-mode, and put himself as a combat trooper. He did a quick shakedown of his body and its general status. He was standing with relative ease, so his legs worked. His arms appeared to be in tact, and his head hurt like hell, with a warm feeling sliding down the left side of his face. His uniform was torn and covered in a black residue, and he had cuts, abrasions and shrapnel in his body, but despite the pain, he was ambulatory.

Richard then surveyed his surroundings, taking in potentials risks, hazards and opportunities. First off, he noticed that the walkway was in imminent risk of collapse, which meant that his position upon it was not stable. There were fires raging everywhere he looked. The Captain was no where to be seen, and neither was Walters. Finding two men in this hell would be a secondary objective right now.

His survey took him to look at the Transit station, or rather, what had been the Transit station. The terminal building had been effectively nuked from the looks of it. It was on fire, the entrance
hall was gutted and large sections had collapsed, others looked dangerously close to collapse. The priority was to find survivors and wounded, and get them out of harms way.

Richard staggered over to the terminal building, spotting a handful of uniformed personnel standing nearby. They appeared to be in a highly agitated state, panic being prevalent in these conditions. Once he was closer, he was able to determine that they were a group of eight young men and three women. Five were Starfleet Cadets, all in the third year, and three were Starfleet naval crewmen, and three marine privates. Not exactly Patton's third army, but they'd do.

"You men." Richard said, his voice crackly and froggy. He hadn't spoken since the blast, and it was clear he'd swallowed some dust. He cleared his throat and spoke again. "You lot, on me, lets go!"

"Sir?" One of them looked at him, quizzically.

"Jump to it! When an officer gives an order, he expects it to be obeyed!" Richard barked.

The marine privates snapped to, and made to follow. The Starfleet personnel looked edgy, like the last thing they wanted was to go into that building.

"You have a duty." Richard said. "There are wounded and trapped men, women and children in there."

"But sir, we were told to wait here for our teacher, Commander Forbes." The Cadet said.

"Well, I feel that a General outranks a Commander, so you'll be forgiven for doing your job!" With that, Richard noticed them look at one another, and reluctantly follow him, as he started jogging towards the terminal.

=/\=

His ears ringing Walters walked disoriented into the station.  The world was silent, an image of chaos reigning as people ran about covered in soot and blood.  A man flailed about desperately as his body burned, several people threw him to the ground and beat him with their jackets to extinguish the flames.  Acrid smoke and the smell of death pervaded the atmosphere.  Walters stood still looking at the scene of destruction around him, he brought his hands in front of his face and was surprised to see them covered in blood.  His own or that of someone else?  He couldn't tell.

A personnel shuttle of a type he was unfamiliar with landed at the far end of the platform dispensing men carrying phaser rifles.  Walters was impressed, they had been quick or was that only his impression? Had it only been a minute or two or was it longer?  A sense of unease settled over him.  Something was far from right...

A flash of light dragged him back to reality.  The images of the world gone wrong appeared as if in slow motion.  The armed men fired round after round into the crowd who in turn either collapsed like a sack of potatos or turned and stampeded the other way faces locked in a silent scream.

[End Log]

Major General Richard Sharpe
Commanding Officer
SSF 1TF First Marine Expeditionary Force

Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer
SSF 1TF Flagship
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

Erassian Major Scott Walters
Executive Officer
SSF 1TF Flagship
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

[USS Chimera] SD 240912.21 || Andor Conference Log || Lt Fisher (CMO) ||

*** ShiKahr * Vulcan ***

Scott Fisher stepped off the six seater transport that had brought him from his hotel to the Conference building and stood before the steps glancing around him, searching the crowds for sight of Mercedes. They had arranged to meet there but he saw no sign of her in the moving crowds.

He looked up at the building in front of him and was impressed, as he was meant to be. The spires soared above the city as though vying for position with the mountains in the distance which encircled the valley known as the Vulcan's Forge.

{They certainly know how to build} he told himself and hoisting his bag onto his shoulder, began to climb the thirteen shallow steps leading to the entrance.

Suddenly there was a low, thunderous clap that rumbled beneath the medical officer's feet. At first it seemed like an earthquake, a common occurrence around the volatile tectonic area, but the searing heat and flames that burst out of the entrance quieted that thought in an instant. Shards of hot shrapnel and metal erupted from the majestic entrance to the Shi'Kar Science Cetner and pelted the building across the way. The resulting shockwave and percussive boom further shook the cities' inhabitants and through all those who did not perish instantly to their feet
in agony.

The top most pinnacle toppled and fell, demolishing two smaller ones on the way down and it was a large part of one of these that Scott saw coming straight  for him as he lay at the foot of the stairs, bruised and shaken from the explosion. In his case it wasnt true that his life flashed before his eyes although its safe to say that he thought his days were ending.

The architect though had given grace to his plans and so it was that instead of being crushed, Scott found himself inside an arc of steel. True it was very close to his face but it hadnt touched him and once he realized that fact he scrambled and slithered free.

Screams could be heard throughout the burning wreckage. Bodies that weren't stilled by the grip of death writhed in agony on the floor. The heat from the flames only added to the dry suana that was the Vulcan desert. If there was a hell, this was it.

Scotts bag contained a medkit and it was that that he pulled out of the rubble, desperate to make a move to help the injured.

The first two people he saw were beyond help but the third was alive though trapped beneath masonary.

His vision was blurry and one-sided, but he easily saw the silhouetted figure approaching out of his working eye. He tried to reach out a hand, only to realize there wasn't one there. Only a broken stump with a protruding radius. "Help!" He screamed toward the man.

Scott fell to his knees assessing the state of the man. " It's ok....it's ok." he lied, already reaching into the medkit.He snapped his head suddenly to the left where another piece of the building crashed down.

"My Hand!" the man shouted. His eyes were wild in disbelief. "What happened?" He turned back to the man. "Help!"

" An explosion...something...I dont know.." Scott said and pressed a hypo against the mans neck. " Help's coming..its coming."

He wished it was so because he knew he couldnt free the man on his own and unless he was in a hospital 'very' soon....

"They're here." he said feeling a great rush of relief as a group materialised a few yards away.

A vulcan commander with a red collar turned towrad the Lieutenant. The four blue collared officers rushed off into the crowds to attend to the wounded as the commander advanced toward Fisher. "Lieutenant," the vulcan said, "what has happened here?"

" I dont know...an explosion somehow." he shook his head, at a loss to explain what he couldnt understand. "This man needs urgent treatment." he said, looking up at the Commander.

The vulcan nodded. "Bur'rel to Jefferson. Emergency beam one injured to sickbay. Lock onto transponder four." The vulcan leaned down and placed the unit on the injured man's uniform. "Third degree burns, missing limbs, and general blunt force trauma."

+Copy that commander.+ Came the reply on the vulcan's combadge. Soon after the transporter enveloped the injured man and whisked him off to safety.

"Lieutenant. What is your name and assignment?" Bur'rel asked.

Scott got to his feet as the victim dematerialised. "Scott Fisher." he replied. " I'm part of the delegation from Starbase Unity...come to the conference...in there." he ended, pointing at what was left of the building.

"Do you have sufficient training in emergency medicine?" Bur'rel asked.

"Yes I do Sir." Scott replied

"Then as executive officer of the USS Jefferson I am temporarily re-assigning you to aid in this disaster recovery effort." Commander Bur'rel said. "The Jefferson's Chief Medical officer was already in attendance inside the conference. I'm going to set up an emergency triage center in the street out here." He pointed to a clearing where some engineering teams had recently beamed down and begun erecting a hard metal structure. "I need you to find the most vital cases and have them beamed to the Jefferson in orbit." He handed Scott a bag of transponders. "Good luck, Lieutenant. I will be over here if you need me."

"Thankyou Sir." Scott eyed the practised efficiency with which the engineering team was working then he glanced around again at the destruction on all sides. Walking wounded passed him, some obviously in shock, others helped by a friend or strangers, Many lay dead, their injuries needing no explanation and others needed the help he could give. Through it all he looked for Mercedes but saw no sign.

As the medical officer walked away Bur'rel tpped his combadge. "Bur'rel to Jefferson."

+Jefferson here.+ Came the Captain's voice. +Security teams are in stand-by.+

"Acknowledged, Captain." Bur'rel replied. "I have one more request. Can you run a background check on a Lieutenant Scott Fisher?"

***End Log***

Lieutenant Scott Fisher
Chief Medical Officer
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

&

Commander Bur'rel (NPC by Rojac)
Executive Officer
USS Jefferson - D

Sunday, December 20, 2009

[USS Chimera] SD240912.21 ||SB 234: UNITY|| NPC Personnal Log, Capt. Trent Rodgers

=TF XO's Office=
=Starbase UNITY=
 
After leaving sickbay following the birth of his nephew, Trent had thought about going back to work. At the time, he hadn't realized how late it was. When he got to his office his aide, Denaria Loto, was finishing up a few things.
 
"Why are you here so late?" Trent had asked.
 
"I could ask the same of you," the beautiful Katarian female responded.
 
Trent fought back a yawn.
 
"I just got back from sickbay. My sister-in-law just gave birth."
 
"Well, congratulations," she said with a smile. "Would you like for me to order some cigars?"
 
"Cigars?"
 
"It use to be an old Earth tradition," Denaria responded. "Since you're human and all."
 
"I know that, but wasn't it the role of the father to hand out the cigars?"
 
"Yeah, but from what you've told me about your brother... He's probably not the kind of person to think of such things."
 
"No thanks," Trent said. "Even if cigars were not technically illegal, I still can't stand the smell of them."
 
She shrugged, "Your loss. I kind of like 'em myself. Anyhow, I was about to call it a night. I had some paperwork from various department heads to organize for you by the morning and I wanted to get it done tonight."
 
"Is there anything urgent for me to take of?" Trent asked.
 
"No. Nothing that can't wait."
 
"Good. I'm going to call it a night myself. Sitting around a sickbay waiting room tends to make one exhausted for no reason."
 
"Good night, captain," she said with a smile.
 
"Good night, Denaria," Trent replied as he walked out of the office and out into the corridor.
 
A few minutes later, he arrived at his quarters. When the door opened, the room was dark.
 
"Computer, lights," Trent ordered.
 
The room remained dark so Trent repeated the order.
 
"Computer, light," someone else in the room said. Instead of the entire room illuminating only a small white light shined on a chair on the other end of the room leaving the rest of the room dark. It took a moment for Trent's eyes to adjust. When they did, he noticed the figure sitting in the chair.
 
"Hoack," Trent muttered with distaste, reaching for his phaser.
 
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Hoack said, pointing his own weapon at Trent.
 
"How in the hell did you get in here?" Trent asked.
 
"That's not an important question. The important question is 'why am I here?'"
 
"To kill me I would imagine," Trent said.
 
"Well, yes. That's obvious."
 
Trent just shook his head.
 
'Screw this,' he thought.
 
"Captain Rodgers to security."
 
"Don't bother. I've temporary blocked all comm links to your quarters," Hoack said.
 
"Then why don't you just shoot me and get this the hell over with."
 
"What would be the fun in that," Hoack said, revealing a knife of some sort. "I want to enjoy this. I want to watch you suffer and this knife if tipped with a poison which will result in a slow, painful death."
 
Hoack leaned forward, "Not only am I going to kill the one person in this entire galaxy I hate the most, but I'm going to become wealthy in the process."
 
"I take it your after the praetor's bounty on me?" Trent asked and Hoack nodded. "You know that there's no way in hell he can afford to pay a hundred thousand bricks of latinum?"
 
"I know. But whatever he does pay me will be worth it. After all, I'd be willing to do this for free."
 
"And it puts you back in the good graces of the Romulans," Trent added.
 
"That is a definite bonus," Hoack said.
 
"There's just one problem with that."
 
"What would that be?" Hoack asked.
 
"You have to kill me first," Trent said, quickly drawing his weapon before Hoack had time to respond. But someone else did. From the darkness on Trent's right came a large figure who crashed into the starfleet officer. Trent's phaser went flying to the deck.
 
Trent noticed that he was now fighting a Nausicaan who was, at the moment, getting the best in this fight. Hoack stood from his seat and slowly walked over to where Trent and the Nausicaan were fighting. Trent noticed this and threw his large foe off of him. He was not fighting both the Nausicaan and Hoack. When the Nausicaan tried to hold Trent for Hoack to stab him with the knife, Trent managed to get away. He was fighting off his two adversaries the best he could, using whatever he could find in his quarters as weapons.
 
It was when a second Nausicaan appeared that Trent realized he was in serious trouble. Unable to find his fallen phaser, Trent attempted to make it to his bedroom where he had a backup phaser along with his d'k tahg. Unfortunately the large Nausicaan's kept him from his goal as one. All three pounded on Trent, who was now a bloody mess with internal injuries.
 
The door to his quarters opened and someone else quickly entered.
 
'Oh, great. Like three on one wasn't bad enough,' he managed to think, trying to fight off the Nausicaans and Hoack.
 
Instead, one of the Nausicaans was pulled off of Trent and slammed against the nearby bulkhead. This allowed Trent a moment to get away from the other Nausicaan and Hoack and to his feet. One of the Nausicaans had fallen to the deck, apparently it's neck broken. The door to Trent's quarters opened again and four security crewmen entered, firing their phasers at the second Nausicaan and Hoack. The two fell to the deck, putting an end to the fight.
 
Trent attempted to gather his thoughts through the obvious pain that had been inflicted upon him. He leaned his back to the nearest bulkhead and slid down until he was sitting on the deck.
 
"Sir, are you OK?" one of the security crewmen asked.
 
"I'll live," Trent answered.
 
"Well, a medical team is on its way."
 
"Good," Trent muttered, then looked up to see who was his initial savor, the one that managed to snap a Nausicaan's neck. "Hello Denaria."
 
"Captain," she responded as she slid down to his left.
 
Trent just shook his head as security went on with their work.
 
"You lied to me," he said.
 
"About what?"
 
"When you said you didn't know Admiral Jefferson. Back when I was interviewing you for the job."
 
"Oh, that," she replied.
 
"Yes, that."
 
"Well, he knew you wouldn't hire me if you thought for a moment he was sitting you up with another bodyguard."
 
"He's right about that," Trent said, feeling a bit dizzy. "Somehow, I always knew that you were more than just a clerk. Anyhow, thanks for the save."
 
"No problem."
 
Something wasn't right. Trent was feeling more and more dizzy and now, even a bit nauseous. He looked over to his right, near where Hoack laid, and saw the Nenon's knife. And what was that on the knife? It looked red.
 
'Oh, damn it. That's blood,' Trent thought as if he was amazed that blood somehow found its way on the knife.
 
He looked down to the right side of his abdomen and saw a place where blood was slowly seeping out of his uniform.
 
'Oh, crap,' he thought, realizing that Hoack had managed to stab him sometime during the fight.
 
The room was spinning so rapidly now that he fell to his right and passed out.
 
 
Captain Trent Rodgers (npc by Rick)
XO, 1st TF, SSF Command
XO, SB 234: UNITY
 
and
 
Denaria Loto (npc by Rick)
1st Task Force XO's Aide
 
and
 
Hoack (npc by Rick)


Hotmail: Trusted email with Microsoft's powerful SPAM protection. Sign up now.

[USS Chimera] SD: 240912.21 [Back Log] Joint Personal Log Cpt.Trent Rodgers, Cdr.Rangi Summers & Lt.MaiKai Rodgers

 
= Back Log =

Main Sickbay, Maternity Section=
=Starbase UNITY=

Trent stood back, away from Mai's biobed as the nurse
continued preparing for her pregnancy. He felt like he
should be doing something useful at the moment, but
unfortunately, there was nothing for him to do.

The nurse walked back to where Trent stood.

"Sir, do you plan on filling in for her husband?" the nurse
asked.

"Huh?"

"Do you plan on being here when she gives birth?"

"Oh ... well ... I don't know," while Trent felt somewhat
comfortable with Sarah when she gave birth, he felt a little
awkward with Mai. "I don't know what she and Ricky had
planned. I don't even know if she wants me here for that."

Just then, he turned and saw Rangi enter the area.

"Commander?" Trent said.

"Captain" Rangi replied and glanced quickly to the nurse and
back to him. "No word from your brother?" she asked.

"No, though I wasn't expecting anything right away," Trent
said, making sure he held back what Rick was doing and
why he wasn't available at the moment. "It may be a couple
of days or more before I hear from him."

" Right." Rangi replied eyeing the man in front of her.

"What can I do at the moment?" Trent asked.

" Well that depends on what you and MaiKai want." she
replied. " Have you discussed it with her?"

Seeing his look of uncertainty she added:

"Does she want you as a birth partner or do you prefer to
stay out here?"

"Well, I uh ..." Trent took a deep, uncormfortable breath.
"I
guess it's whatever she wants. I haven't really had a chance
to talk to her about it."

" Now might be a good time." Rangi suggested "...before
things develope further but...if you're not keen on it then
please say so. You're no hel p to anyone if you flake out on
the floor. Let's go and ask her." she ended pointing to the
door.

"I won't flake out, Commander," Trent said with some
authority
and confidence. "I've been through this twice before with my
wife. It's just ... well ... she's not my wife. I mean, if
she wants
me there, then I'll be there. But that's up to her."

" Ok then...let's see what she says." Rangi replied and
turned towards the side room.

Trent decided to wait at the doorway so that Rangi could
talk with Mai.

Mai heard the sound of feet approaching. She was amazed in
herself
because as much pain as she was feeling at the moment, she
thought that most other senses would have had a drowning
effect.


The nurse in charge handed Rangi a med padd telling her that
all was going well and there were no worries. She looked
enquiringly at Trent.
Rangi skimmed the last entries on the padd and with a smile
at Maikai asked if, in Ricks absence, Maikai had thought
of anyone she wanted as a birth partner.

Mai looked up in utter frustration like that was the
only thing that Rangi could ask her at this time or
something.
"Not really, no," was all she could muster since she almost
spat "hell no".

"Then its up to you." Rangi replied glancing back at Trent.
"...but she will be fine either way."
She gave him a reassuring and confident smile.

"Well ... I can just wait out there," Trent nodded toward
the waiting room feeling somewhat relieved.

The nurse went with him and showed him to a small side room,
offering to get a snack or a drink for him. She would, she
said, keep him informed.

She was good as her word and returned fairly frequently but
most often said things like:
" She's fine, dont worry" ""Alls going well" and finally
"
Shouldnt be long now", none of which was particularly
soothing to Trents slightly frayed nerves.

After what seemed an interminable time, the door opened
again but this time it was not the nurse but Rangi who came
in.
" Congratulations." she said, smiling to him " You are an
Uncle to a lovely baby boy"

He stood and took a sigh of relief.

'I'm sure Rick will be pissed that he wasn't here,' Trent
thought
to himself. 'I know I am.'

"How is MaiKai?" Trent asked, then added. "and the baby?"

"They're both well...MaiKai's tired of course but other wise
they're fine." Rangi replied.

"Good. I'll allow her to rest," Trent said. "I'll check on
her in the
morning. If anything changes, then I'm sure you know how to
contact me."

" I do." Rangi answered. "...and I hope we'll hear from your
brother soon." she added.

Trent nodded as he walked out of the waiting room.

Rangi retraced her steps and, smiling at the scene of mother
with her new baby asked: "So...have you thought of a name
for him?"

MaiKai frowned.  She would've rathered Rick was

here.  They had talked around names, but they had

never really finalized on a name. Mai smiled when she

decided what she would want to call their son for the

rest of their lives, "This is Michael Anthony Rodgers,"

Mai rocked her son in her arms. She was really tired,

but she didn't want to let him go.  "Rangi can you do me a
favor?"

"Of course... What is it?" Rangi asked, standing now beside
them looking down at the the baby.

"You see: I'd like Rachel to meet her new brother as

soon as possible," Mai smiled as he baby turned over sides

in her arms.

"It's still early" Rangi replied glancing at the wall
chrono. " What say you have a rest for a few hours then we
can arrange for Rachel to come and visit?
Perhaps her Uncle would like to come with her."   Mai only nodded. She just wanted to hold her 
son tight to her body a few seconds more 
before she knew it would be time to doze off.  = End Log =
Captain Trent Rodgers
SB Unity   Commander Rangi Summers Med Adv. 1st Task Force CMO SB Unity 
Lieutenant MaiKai Rodgers
Pediatrics Doctor
SB Unity        

[USS Chimera] Weekly Sim Report #333 =/\= USS Chimera & SSF 1TF

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

==============================================
                 - Starship Commanding Officer -
                   - Captain Cropa Rojac  -
                  - USS Chimera NCC 96899-C -
                  SD 240912.13 - SD 240912.19
                         SIM REPORT #333

==============================================
=/\= CONTENTS =/\=
==============================================
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
==============================================
=/\= OOC ADDRESS/ =/\=
==============================================
If having trouble viewing this entire transmission, it can be viewed
in its entirety here: http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dgk4mcdg_6hp4zg275
-------------------------
- CO's Report
-------------------------
This report covers the period SD 240912.13 - SD 240912.19.

25 logs (11 Active Crew, 1 Excused, 1 Unexcused, 2 On Leave, 0 Guest,
0 New) 15 Total Crewmen.

Average logs per Week: 23.50 -0.63

Well, well kids. We all pulled it off in the last two days. I'm proud.
Things are going according to plan on Aeran III, now it's time for a bit of chaos at the conferences. If something dastardly doesn't happen to the four core worlds by thurdsay this week someone please send me a nasty-gram. St. Nick may try and sabaotage my efforts, but I'll be damned if some red leotard wearing obese senior citizen gets the best of a Starfleet captain!

On an administrative note: Commander Mike Levison is on report for two weeks of inactivity.

+rojac
-------------------------
- XO's Address
-------------------------
Even in the bitter winter cold (minus 10c outside as I write this)things are starting to hot up!  The Wire Demons are unleashed in force on Aeren III, the Federation is preparing to deploy a weapon which may not be as unstoppable as it seems, the Erassian Alliance is forming its own plans and Anya is out on a fly by killing spree! What will happen next week strap in, hold on and see!
+Ixus
-------------------------
- Officer of the Week
-------------------------
And this week's Officer of the Week is...

- Ixus challenges you to do better with 8
------------------------
- Log of the Week
------------------------
[USS Chimera] SD: 240912.<<your choice>>
-------------------------
- Mailing Lists
-------------------------
There are a number of e-mail lists that are available to you as
members of the UCIP.
- 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.
- The Universe list if you want to keep up on the IC aspects of our
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:
- chimera-1TF@ucip.org: An OOC mailing list for members of the 1TF
sub-sim we have going on.
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!
-------------------------
- Plot Information
-------------------------
THIS WEEK:

   * Earth
         o War planning conference.  ::Hears Jaws music in the background::
   * Vulcan
         o Fisher, Carpenter? Are either of you alive?
   * Andor
         o Begin the conference. Watch out...
   * UNITY
         o What happened on Aeren III? Do we have an outbreak on Unity?


LAST WEEK:

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


Need Ideas? ASK!
chimera-command@ucip.org

Relevant Plot Information:
The Erassian Alliance -
http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dgk4mcdg_16frd4ntm2 - compiled by Ixus.
Romulan Datafile: http://memory-alpha.org/en/wiki/Romulan

Andoria: http://memory-alpha.org/en/wiki/Andoria

Vulcan: http://memory-alpha.org/en/wiki/Vulcan_(planet)

Earth: http://memory-alpha.org/en/wiki/Terra

Alpha Centauri: http://memory-alpha.org/en/wiki/Alpha_Centauri

-------------------------
- Important Documents
-------------------------
Chimera Records: http://spreadsheets.google.com/pub?key=pR3cNAi2l3XB3nsvl3oq3fQ
Chimera Crew Compliment: http://spreadsheets.google.com/pub?key=pR3cNAi2l3XDOx0Onu8UcPw
Chimera Key Positions: http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dgk4mcdg_0dkj2fv
Chimera Position Descriptions: http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dgk4mcdg_4132kgh9mh
Federation VIPs: http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dgk4mcdg_15fd5cfbcn
==============================================
=/\= PROMOTIONS/ACADEMY/AWARDS =/\=
==============================================
-------------------------
- Promotions and Awards
-------------------------
none.
-------------------------
- Academy
-------------------------
none.
==============================================
=/\= MISSION SUMMARY/QUOTES OF THE WEEK =/\=
==============================================
-------------------------
- Summaries (Ixus)
-------------------------

Rick encounters Trevor Wright for the last time as he makes the journey back to Unity for the birth of his child. Perhaps the TechEx isn't so invulnerable?  Reese and Dior room together and chat about propulsion technology at their conference.  The Wire Demons make their move on Aeren III causing the disappearance of the medical team.  Will the infection spread further?  Castillo makes the mistake of banging someone elses wife but escapes with only the side effect of tardiness. Chimera's wing of fighters attack a pirate base on their secret mission and finally gain their Elite status. Will the Reaper Wing's task really be this easy?  In a backlog Jade, Gustav and Nanee drink together at the mission end party to the sounds of Anya and co. unleashing rock metal on stage.  Rojac, Walters and Sharpe discuss the TechEx plan with Admiral Jefferson but noone seems happy with the plan.  Rangi discovers a potentially disastrous case of the Wire Demon infection aboard Unity when an infected civilian shows up in Sickbay. Nikolai finally meets his father from this universe and discovers a new role has been laid out for him and his crew.

-------------------------
- Quotes of the Week (by Rangi)
-------------------------
Christmas come  early?.........


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.


 Commander Rick 'inquisitive' Rodgers Chief Engineering
Officer Starbase UNITY and  Dr. Trevor '  call me Santa'
Wright (npc by Rick)


==============================
==========================================



For the fighter squadron too?........


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."


Major Anya 'Santas helper' Xerxes Reaper Wing CO USS Chimera
- C



======================================================================



He really doesnt deserve a Christmas present!!...........


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.


First Lieutenant Carlos 'Charly' Castillo (head of reindeer
section)  Deputy Chief Security Officer USS Chimera

==============================================================


 ...and Rayna hopes to find a............



"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.



Lieutenant Rayna 'all I want for Christmas is..' Dior Chief
Helm Officer USS Chimera NCC 96899-C


--------------------------
IRC Quotes (by Rangi)
-------------------------

pending...


==============================================
* SUBJECT LINES/LOGGING GUIDELINES/WEBSITE NEWS/IRC INFO *
==============================================
-------------------------
- Subject Lines
-------------------------
Please remember to use the following format for your subject lines:
SD 24YYMM.DD, Duty/Personal Log, Rank Name
e.g., SD 240502.01, CO's Log, Capt Rojac
e.g., SD 240502.01, Personal Log, Cropa Rojac
The [USS Chimera] part of the subject is placed automatically by the
listserv, so you don't need to include it.
Also remember to include your details at the end of your log
e.g.,
Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer
USS Chimera NX 96899-C
-------------------------
- Logging Guidelines
-------------------------
Logging:
The weekly logging deadline is at Midnight (12:00AM/00:00) GMT/UTC
(19:00 EST); all logs received after the deadline will be counted for
the following week. If you are pressed for time and would like a log
to count for the previous week, but it is sent after the deadline,
please send an email to the command team when you send the log so that
we can make the corrections.
Please remember that all MAJOR plot changes need to be cleared with
the command staff before a log goes through! You can do this by
sending the command staff (chimera-command@ucip.org ) a log labeled
with "Draft" tagged to the subject line. We'll typically let you know
if it's approved within 24 to 48 hours, or tell you what might need to
be modified before it's sent to the listserv.
When using other characters in your logs, please keep in mind that
person's characteristics. Character information can be found on the
UCIP website or the USS Chimera website (under CREW - just click on
the Star Trek symbol next to the character's name). If you're still
unsure how to interact with a character, then privately mail the
person
involved, and I'm sure they'll be willing to help.
Conversely, if you feel that your character is being portrayed
incorrectly by someone please contact them to try to work out an
agreeable solution. Just keep in mind when logging to treat other
characters the way you'd like them to treat you - with the respect due
to any member of Starfleet who is a specialist in their field.
If you think your log may be going out of bounds, then please ask! If
you are having problems finding things to write about or would just
like some help with your log, please contact your department head or
the command team. Remember, you don't always have to log about things
relating to the main plot - logs that develop your character's
personality are encouraged! We're eager to help if you're having
trouble; just email the command team (chimera-command@ucip.org).
-------------------------
- Website News
-------------------------
Our website can be found at http://www.ucip.org/chimera/
-------------------------
- IRC
-------------------------
The Chimera and UCIP have many IRC Channels [ IRC.kdfs.net]:
#USS-Chimera: Our own channel
#Backroom: The UCIP's OOC Channel
#Ten-Forward: The UCIP's IC Channel, where players of different SIMs
can mingle IC.
=======================================================================
=/\= CREW ROSTER/ON REPORT/REMOVALS/LOGGING HISTORY =/\=
=======================================================================
New Cadets are given two (2) weeks upon joining to observe the sim.
After the initial observation period, Cadets and other crew are
required to post at least one log per week (unless on excused or on
LOA).
Promotion is based upon quality and regularity of logging, among other
factors All promotions after Lieutenant Commander require review and
approval by Starfleet Command. For a complete breakdown of the
promotion policy, please visit the Chimera's website.
-------------------------
- Crew Roster
-------------------------
Calendar Month: Sep 2009

---------------------+---------------------+----+---+---+---+---+
Nick                 |                          

---------------------+---------------------+----+---+---+---+---+

NICK

332
333
334
335336

Rojac

12



Ixus1 8



BrenLL



Aza E2



GutzE1



Jess01



Jass LL



MumacikEE



Rangi16



Butch3 3



Frankie71



Cortez
01



Aurora
BB



RikD D



JerDD



Mike 00



Sarasi 3B



                                          
                                        
---------------------+---------------------+----+---+---+---+---+
TOTALS               |
---------------------+---------------------+----+---+---+---+---+
Total Logs1625



Total Crew Logs 1112



Total NPC Logs 513



Total Guest Logs0 0



Weekly Log Count6 10



Total Alpha Shift810



Total Beta Shift32



Total Crew Members1414




---------------------+---------------------+------+---+---+---+
Excused31



Unexcused31



On Leave22



Resigned00



Dropped00



New Crew00



Guests00




---------------------+---------------------+----+---+---+---+---+
Legend
Excused    = E
Unexcused  = 0
On Leave   = L
Resigned   = R
New Crew   = N
Beta shift = B
N/A        = -
For realtime updates on the weekly log count and crew records visit 
http://spreadsheets.google.com/pub?key=pR3cNAi2l3XB3nsvl3oq3fQ.
-------------------------
- On Report
-------------------------
Any officer who is Absent Without Leave (0) for two or more consecutive
weeks is considered "On Report." Crewmen on report should email the command staff immediately to explain their absence (too much to do in RL is a fine excuse) and say when they anticipate being able to log again in the future.
The following crewmen are on report:

 

Commander Mike Levison


-------------------------
- Removals/Resignations
-------------------------
The following crew have either resigned or have been dropped due to lack of activity. If they would like a position on the USS Chimera, they will need to reapply.
 

Rik

Jer

Sarasi

Terek


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

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

May_09 *******
Jun_09 *******
Jul_09 *******
Aug_09 **********************
Sep_09 ***********
Oct_09 *************
Nov_09 *********
Dec_09 *****

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

May[17] *******

May[23] **********
May[30] ***********
Jun[06] ********
Jun[13] **********
Jun[20] *********
Jun[27] *********
Jul[04] *******
Jul[11] ********
Jul[25] ***********
Aug[01] ***************************
Aug[08] ****************************
Aug[15] ****************************
Aug[22] ****************
Aug[30] *******************
Sep[05] ************
Sep[12] ***************
Sep[19] *************
Sep[26] ***************
Oct[03] ****************
Oct[10] **************
Oct[17] **********************
Oct[24] *******
Oct[31] *********
Nov[07] *********
Nov[14] ********
Nov[21] **************
Nov[28] *************
Dec[05] ********
Dec[12] ********
Dec[19] ************
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
==============================================
=/\= Report Terminates =/\=
==============================================
Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer USS Chimera NCC 96899-C
(OOC: Game Master)
E-mail: 
crizoft@gmail.com


Erassian Major Scott Walters

Executive Officer USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

(OOC: Deputy Game Master)

E-mail: erassianalliance@googlemail.com


Captain Bren Ohmsford
Engineering/Science Advisor SSF 1TF

(OOC: Voting Member)

E-mail : ohmsford83@gmail.com


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

(OOC: Voting Member)

E-mail : rangi.summers@mojwap.sk


Rear Admiral Shane Guzman

Commanding Officer SB 234:UNITY and SSF 1TF

(OOC: Voting Member)

E-mail: shane.guzman@mojwap.sk