[USS Chimera] SD 241001.23 || Earth Log || "Warp Core Breach!" || Capt Rojac, EMaj Walters & Lt Harms ||

[Cargo Bay - Unknown Vessel - In orbit of Luna]

As the commandeered shuttle landed onto the deck of the unknown ship. Six armed men ran into the bay armed with heavy phaser rifles and wearing lightweight body armour and wearing breather masks.

[SS Vagabond]

Rojac watched the small screen on the cargo bay wall closely as the strange group approached the closed loading ramp of the small transport shuttle. He looked over to Walters who was setting up shop in front of the ramp.

"Are you ready, Major?" Rojac asked.

"Aye Captain."  Walters replied.  He had watched from one of the cargo bay portholes as the armed group moved into the bay.  Their movements showed a certain level of discipline probably equivalent to Starfleet Officers.  Definitely not as disciplined as Special Forces or Marine Forces, at least if he ignored being outnumbered 6 to 1 Walters had a slight edge in combat training and discipline.

Rojac hit the comm. "Now miss, Rebecka." He then reached over and slapped the controls to lower the ramp.

As soon as there was a large enough gap Walters tossed through a smoke grenade which he had found in the shuttle's survival kit box.  Noxious orange smoke started pumping from the grenade startling the two guards nearest the ramp.  Walters took full advantage of the confusion to shoot the nearest guard in the face with one of the phaser rifles he had taken from one of the terrorists.  The shot was aimed at the face as it was less protected than the body so the stun shot stood a better chance of having effect.  Walter's rolled out of the way of a retaliatory shot from the second guard.

Rojac gave fire with a small disruptor pistol Rebecka had holed up in a hidden weapons locker beneath the deck plating. He caught one man in his armed hand, disintegrating it completely and sending his weapon tumbling to the floor.

He looked over to Walters in his cover and nodded before ducking around the corner and advancing down the ramp. Rojac swiftly dodged a few stray phaser blasts as he disembarked the Vagabond with Walters providing cover fire. His right foot caught one man in the chest, sending the terrorist sprawling backward into a titanium storage crate with a bio-hazard label stamped on it's site.

Sending a disruptor bolt into another man's face, Rojac turned back towards Walter an gave the all clear symbol.

The remaining armed men had retreated into the only exit out of the cargo bay.  In that bottleneck it would be hard to get past them. Walters returned the signal with an exasperated shrug.

"How long until those two Starfleet patrols get here?" Rojac asked.

"Max ten minutes but calculating off their estimated patrol...I'd estimate three minutes or less of which we've already eaten a bit." Walters replied.

"Then lets see if we can beat them to the Bridge." The Captain glanced up to see a flashing red light above the cargo bay door. He smirked. "We may have company."

"As long as it ain't enemy reinforcements I don't care."  Walters stated although his hopes were on non-hostile Starfleet reinforcements.

Rojac nodded grimly, but didn't reply to the comment. "Let's get moving." The captain checked the charge on his phaser pistol and advanced toward the door.

[Bridge - Deck One- USS Beijing]

"Captain." The science officer spoke up from the port-side console. "I'm picking up reading concurrent with a warp core breach."

This caught the Lieutenant in charge of the Sabre-class patrol ship's attention. The last hour had been spent conducting detailed scans of Earth's surface following the terrorist attacks there and sending that information to a strange General who had taken charge of San Francisco. "Location, Mr. Nom."

"It appears to be in the northern polar region of Luna." The Vulcan science officer.

"Give me a detailed scan." Lieutenant Harms ordered. "Helm, set an intercept course. Full impulse." He turned toward the junior grade Lieutenant next to him, "Get on the horn with San Francisco. Let them know we're ditching orbit for a rescue operation. Have the London pick up our slack."

"Aye sir." The XO replied.

"Captain," Science spoke up again. "I'm picking up an unregistered ship in the target area. It's a commercial freighter designed by the Orions." Nom informed Lt. Harms. "Ships of this class have been seen running the Romulan border near the Alpha Eridani system."

Harms face took on a more grim aspect. "Red alert. Boarding teams on stand-by. Phasers on full."

A chorus of ayes followed Harm's orders.

"Lieutenant Hasan." he turned to his XO. "Inform San Francisco and have the London come with us. We may have a lead."

[End Log]

Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer

Erassian Major Scott Walters
Executive Officer

USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

&

Lieutenant Christopher Harms
Commanding Officer
USS Beijing NCC 56987-B
(NPC by Rojac)