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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
=/-\= 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
*** 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
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
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Nick |
NICK | 332 | 333 | 334 | 335 | 336 |
Rojac | 1 | 2 | | ||
Ixus | 1 | 8 | |||
Bren | L | L | | ||
Aza | E | 2 | | ||
Gutz | E | 1 | |||
Jess | 0 | 1 | | ||
Jass | L | L | | ||
Mumacik | E | E | |||
Rangi | 1 | 6 | | ||
Butch | 3 | 3 | |||
Frankie | 7 | 1 | | ||
Cortez | 0 | 1 | | ||
Aurora | B | B | |||
Rik | D | D | |||
Jer | D | D | | ||
Mike | 0 | 0 | | ||
Sarasi | 3 | B |
Total Logs | 16 | 25 | |||
Total Crew Logs | 11 | 12 | |||
Total NPC Logs | 5 | 13 | |||
Total Guest Logs | 0 | 0 | |||
Weekly Log Count | 6 | 10 | |||
Total Alpha Shift | 8 | 10 | |||
Total Beta Shift | 3 | 2 | |||
Total Crew Members | 14 | 14 |
Excused | 3 | 1 | | ||
Unexcused | 3 | 1 | | ||
On Leave | 2 | 2 | | ||
Resigned | 0 | 0 | |||
Dropped | 0 | 0 | |||
New Crew | 0 | 0 | |||
Guests | 0 | 0 |
Commander Mike Levison
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- Removals/Resignations
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The following crew have either resigned or have been dropped due to lack of activity. If they would like a position on the USS Chimera, they will need to reapply.
Rik
Jer
Sarasi
Terek
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LOGGING HISTORY (Total Logs)
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Calendar Year: 2409
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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