Re: [USS Chimera] SD 241001.23 Duty Log: Capt. Mayo / Chisulo / Gron

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Subject: [USS Chimera] SD 241001.23 Duty Log: Capt. Mayo / Chisulo / Gron

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

<<Forwarding for Rojac>>



=Main Bridge, U.S.S. Magellan=
=In orbit of Aeran III=

Captain Frederick Mayo sat comfortably in the captain's
chair, staring at the image of Aeran III on the view screen.
The Magellan was patroling the western hemisphere of the
planet while the Quasar was handling the eastern hemisphere.
The Qashqai was helping by covering the entire northern
hemisphere, which is where almost the entire landmass of the
planet laid. The southern hemisphere was almost entirely
water.

The three starships were aided by routine Valkyrie patrols
which flew at lower orbit.

Mayo hated these assignments. Since they were at war, he was
much more interested in combat duty. Even so, he followed
his orders with no complaints. He was old enough and wise
enough to understand the need for every task that was
assigned to the Magellan. This was no exception.

"Sir, UNITY is hailing us. Audio only."

"Patch is through," the XO, Commander McFadden replied.

"UNITY to Magellan. Unknown vessel at sector H-270. Red
Squadron moving to intercept. Move in for back-up. Do you
copy?"

Mayo recognized the voice of Captain Chisulo.

"Acknowledged, UNITY. We'll take care of it. Magellan out,"
Mayo responded. "Helm, plot an intercept course."

"Aye, sir."

"What is the Qashqai's current position?" Mayo asked.

"She's currently in far orbit from our current location."

"Very well. Do we have the unknown vessel on sensors?"

"Yes, sir. But we're still unable to determine what kind of
ship it is."

"Doesn't matter. Open hailing frequencies."

"Aye, sir."

"Unknown vessel. This is Captain Mayo of the Starship
Magellan. You are in violation of the quarantine that has
been placed on Aeran III. Return to surface at once."


= Civilian Shuttle Borialis =


A scarred colonist sat at the controls of the shuttle as it
sped towards the upper atmosphere concentrating on the
readouts in front of her when she noticed small vessels
approaching, then the comms system flared up.

She listened to the person talking but was panicking and
couldn't quite process what was asked but knew she needed to
say something, opening a channel she said still panicked "I
need to leave..... my family....let me leave".



= Operations Center - SB 234: UNITY =


"Captain, the Magellan is moving on an intercept course."
The science officer reported. "They have hailed the unknown
vessel."


"Is it changing course?" Chisulo asked.


She traced a finger down her spotted cheek as she studied
her readouts for an answer. "No sir. It appears it's speed
has increased."


It was just what Chisulo had feared. To open fire on a
civilian ship would greatly devastate Starfleet's standing
in the Aeran public.The quarantine had done enough, but this
could be a straw too many on the proverbial camel's back.


There was also the possibility that whatever disease had
taken root on Aeran III could spread further across the
Federation or its neighbors. And in this instance, this
split second decision, Chisulo put civilian safety over
politics.


"UNITY to Red Squadron and Magellan." He declared over the
joint commlink. "Use of force authorized. Red squadron, you
are ordered to disable the propulsion systems. Magellan you
will hold tractor and take the crew into custody."


"Captain Chisulo!"


Chisulo turned to see a panicked look on the Lieutenant's
face at the security station. "I'm receiving reports of a
riot on the civilian decks. The religious quarter."


Chisulo furrowed a brow. "Red alert." Chisulo declared.
"Contact Admiral Guzman and Captain Rodgers immediately."

=Main Bridge, U.S.S. Magellan=

"Damn it," Mayo muttered as he rubbed his beard.

The voice he heard was that of a desperate woman. Frederick
knew, through experience, that when a person sounded that
desperate and panicky, there was usually no dealing with
them. He hoped that wasn't the case this time.

"Sir, the vessel, which we can now identify as a
medium-sized shuttle, hasn't changed course."

"Unknown vessel. I repeat, you are in violation of
quarantine. If you do not turn your ship around at once, I
will be forced to fire on you. Do you acknowledge?"

= Civilian Shuttle Borialis =


The panicked woman was still frantically hitting the
controls trying to get all she could out of the engines when
the voice came through the comms again but it sounded
distant.

"Just let me leave" she said pleadingly.



=Valkyrie Red One - Aeran III Orbit=


"Closing in on target." Gron's co-pilot remarked from behind
him. "In phaser range."

"Acknowledged." Gron replied. "Where is the Magellan?"

"270 mark 210." The navigator behind the First Lieutenant
replied. "They are in communications with the vessel."

"Patch us in." Gron ordered.

+I need to leave..... my family....let me leave.+

Gron's demeanor didn't change. His vulcan focus remained
transfixed on the object in his target reticule 4,572
kilometers off and closing fast.

+ Unknown vessel. I repeat, you are in violation of
quarantine. If you do not turn your ship around at once, I
will be forced to fire on you. Do you acknowledge?+ The
voice of Captain Mayo came on the line.

The vessel did not change course. Gron slowed to 1/4 impulse
and gained a complete target lock on the shuttle's impulse
drive systems.

+UNITY to Red Squadron and Magellan.+ UNITY hailed them over
the comm-link. +Use of force authorized. Red squadron, you
are ordered to disable the propulsion systems. Magellan you
will hold tractor and take the crew into custody.+

That was all Gron needed. A piercing beam of orange light
lanced out from Red One's Valkyrie and struck the shuttle's
port impulse drive as it passed by. The drive fizzled and
sparked as Red Two flew in from the opposite direction and
fired on the starboard drive. The shuttle's sub-light
capabilities were dead in space.


= Civilian Shuttle Borialis =


The colonist was sent flying from her seat as the Valkyrie's
flew past firing on the shuttle banging her head on a
bulkhead rendering her momentarily stunned. After a few
minutes she managed to get back to her seat and brought a
damage report then hit the console in front of her as she
realizedher impulse drive was screwed her only chance was to
go to warp but she knew that without impulse it would be
nearly impossible to slow after exiting warp.


< To Be Continued >




Captain Frederick Mayo
U.S.S. Magellan
&
Captain Tedros Chisulo
Chief Strategic Operations Officer
SB Unity
&
MCapt Gron

[USS Chimera] SD: 241001.23 || Duty Log || Reaper Wing || ...And Into The Fire ||‏

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

--------------
Start Log
--------------

"Lancer One to Reaper Wing. Permission to open fire has been granted.
Use long range missile fire to take down as may of those defence
fighters as possible. Show no mercy to these dogs before you."
Anya's voice came out over the comm of all the fighters in her wing
and presumably to the enemy fighters too. This one broadcast was made
on an open channel deliberately.

The six enemy squadrons moved in an organised and thought out response
to Anya's two squadrons entering the system and the broadcast. Only
two squadrons of Valkyries moved in to intercept Anya's Squadrons,
equal numbers. A less experienced group would have tried to rush them
en mass but in the close confines of a furball that tended to lead to
the numerically superior side taking casualties from friendly fire.
No, this group was smart and definitely experienced. Anya figured
these were the pilots from the Special Forces that had defected with
Colonel Vernier and a few experienced mercenaries that had been added
over time.

From far in the rear, likely beyond the enemy's detection range was
Reaper Wing's I-210 Amaterasu AWACS coordinating all the sensor and
positional data from all of Reaper Wing's craft into the PUPPETMASTER
control system which in turn programmed the weapons of the AX-02
Lancers and M-35A's.

The twelve AX-02 Lancers of Lancer Squadron fired off a volley of 4
Quantum B3 Missiles each which streaked towards the two approaching
squadrons of enemy Valkyries. A couple of seconds later the twelve
M-35A's of Windhover Squadron fired off a volley of 8 Type 9 (CF)
Verteron AAMs each. The 48 Quantum B3 Missiles streaked in towards
their intended targets relying on normal sensor locks on the two
squadrons of enemy Valkyries some missiles hit others didn't. The
real hammerblow fell upon the enemy when the 96 Type 9 (CF) Verteron
AAMs from the M-35A's arrived on guidance from Sun God the I-210
Amaterasu rather than active sensor locks meaning while the two
squadrons of Valkyrie's were busy dodging the initial volly they
didn't notice the devastating second volly which was already adjusted
for the in progress evasive manoeuvres. Even veteran pilots couldn't
avoid this onslaught of destruction in the nimble Valkyries this was
state of the art electronic warfare brought to the frontlines.

With the immediate threat dealt with, Lancer Squadron and Windhover
Squadron split and each bracketed two squadrons of Warhammers each.
Anya flipped her comms to Reaper Wing's encrypted channel. "You ready
Joe?"

"As I'll ever be Stormchild." Erassian Captain Joe Reynolds answered.
"On the count of 3, 2, 1...Mark!"

On that Anya and Joe altered their transponders to display their true
locations. 'Lancer One - Capt. Joe Reynolds - Stormforce' and
'Windhover One - Maj. Anya Xerxes - Stormchild'. Behind the control
stick of the heavily armed M35-A (AX-01 Broadsword) Anya grinned and
broadcasted over the comms to her Reaper Wing the signal for proper
combat to begin "Party Time, Everybody Dance!". She flew her M-35A
into a corkscrew attack pattern and pulled the trigger on the control
stick unleashing the vicious A1.3G Arclight Plasma Cannon...

-------------
End Log
-------------

Major Anya Xerxes
Reaper Wing CO
USS Chimera - C

[USS Chimera] SD241001.23 | JL - aCOps, Boatswain | LtCmdr Vaughn, 2Lt Melonni | "impromptu Exam"

<<Backlog before all the explosions>>

= Holosuite 1, USS Chimera C =

Ian (NPC) was standing in holosuite 1 waiting for the newly arrived Boatswain a 2Lt Melonni (NPC) she had arrived late last night. "Morning Lt." Ian said nodding to the Orion, sorry for getting you to work so soon but I want to see you in action before we had off on a new mission." Ian said.

"It's alright Cmdr." Livia said giving a quick salute to the Cmdr knowing that he was the aCOps while MCapt Reese was off at a conference. "Will I have anyone else with me?" She asked.

"Yes I'll be playing as the Commanding Officer but all other teams will be holograms." Ian said seeing that this would be good practice for him as well. "Let's begin." Ian said, "computer start program Ops Training 001." Ian said and within seconds the holosuite changed to a Nova Class bridge.

Livia walked over to the auxiliary Ops control where most of the damage control is dealt with along with rerouting EPS relays and power where they need it to be. The holographic tactical officer reported two Romulan scouts decloaked and charging weapons.

"Helm evasive maneuvering pattern gamma 13." Ian said to the CHelm the helm officer initiated the pattern the Nova class vessel lurched forward and then veered to the right and then sharply banked into the the closest scout ship. "Tactical fire phasers on my mark." Ian said waiting for the perfect moment.

Just then the second Romulan scout ship made a flanking move and fired their disruptors hitting the Nova Class on port side, "minor damage to the shields. Shields holding at 96%." Livia said from her console.

"Tactical fire aft phasers targeting the second Romulan ship and fire forward phasers." Ian said watching the view screen. Ian watched as the 8 phaser arrays fired in unison striking the Romulan ship. 

"Romulan shields down to 87% and the other ship shields down to 95%." Tactical said as he re-adjusted the targeting system as he waited for the order to fire again.

Seconds later both scout ships launched their plasma torpedo weapon both of them striking direct hits one on the aft section and then one of the port side where the disruptor fire struck. "Shields at 45%." Livia said rerouting power to the port side shields.

"Fire phasers at will." Ian said watching what Livia was doing from the command chair he was impressed at the speed that she was moving at rerouting power. Tactical again lashed out with the Type X phaser emitters causing moderate damage to the Romulan scouts.

Half an hour later the program ended with one of the Romulan ships destroyed the other one crippled and the Nova crippled but able to retreat. "Excellent work Lt." Ian said.

"Thank you sir." Livia said as they exited the holosuite. Livia was happy that the impromptu training session went will and that she performed well.

"Alright you've the rest of the day off but tomorrow I want you to run some damage control exercises I'll forwarded you the damage control personnel manifest." Ian said heading to the turbolift to head to the bridge to get some work done.

"Yes sir." Livia said heading to her quarters to read up on some things and look over the Operations department manifest seeing how she was also doubled as a AOps.

Lieutenant Commander Ian Vaughn (NPC)

Acting Chief Operations Officer

USS Chimera C (apb Aza)

&

Second Lieutenant Livia Melonni (NPC)

Boatswain

USS Chimera C (apb Aza)

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

[USS Chimera] SD 241001.23 Duty Log: Capt. Mayo / Chisulo / Gron

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

<<Forwarding for Rojac>>

=Main Bridge, U.S.S. Magellan=
=In orbit of Aeran III=

Captain Frederick Mayo sat comfortably in the captain's
chair, staring at the image of Aeran III on the view screen.
The Magellan was patroling the western hemisphere of the
planet while the Quasar was handling the eastern hemisphere.
The Qashqai was helping by covering the entire northern
hemisphere, which is where almost the entire landmass of the
planet laid. The southern hemisphere was almost entirely
water.

The three starships were aided by routine Valkyrie patrols
which flew at lower orbit.

Mayo hated these assignments. Since they were at war, he was
much more interested in combat duty. Even so, he followed
his orders with no complaints. He was old enough and wise
enough to understand the need for every task that was
assigned to the Magellan. This was no exception.

"Sir, UNITY is hailing us. Audio only."

"Patch is through," the XO, Commander McFadden replied.

"UNITY to Magellan. Unknown vessel at sector H-270. Red
Squadron moving to intercept. Move in for back-up. Do you
copy?"

Mayo recognized the voice of Captain Chisulo.

"Acknowledged, UNITY. We'll take care of it. Magellan out,"
Mayo responded. "Helm, plot an intercept course."

"Aye, sir."

"What is the Qashqai's current position?" Mayo asked.

"She's currently in far orbit from our current location."

"Very well. Do we have the unknown vessel on sensors?"

"Yes, sir. But we're still unable to determine what kind of
ship it is."

"Doesn't matter. Open hailing frequencies."

"Aye, sir."

"Unknown vessel. This is Captain Mayo of the Starship
Magellan. You are in violation of the quarantine that has
been placed on Aeran III. Return to surface at once."

= Civilian Shuttle Borialis =

A scarred colonist sat at the controls of the shuttle as it
sped towards the upper atmosphere concentrating on the
readouts in front of her when she noticed small vessels
approaching, then the comms system flared up.

She listened to the person talking but was panicking and
couldn't quite process what was asked but knew she needed to
say something, opening a channel she said still panicked "I
need to leave..... my family....let me leave".

= Operations Center - SB 234: UNITY =

"Captain, the Magellan is moving on an intercept course."
The science officer reported. "They have hailed the unknown
vessel."

"Is it changing course?" Chisulo asked.

She traced a finger down her spotted cheek as she studied
her readouts for an answer. "No sir. It appears it's speed
has increased."

It was just what Chisulo had feared. To open fire on a
civilian ship would greatly devastate Starfleet's standing
in the Aeran public.The quarantine had done enough, but this
could be a straw too many on the proverbial camel's back.

There was also the possibility that whatever disease had
taken root on Aeran III could spread further across the
Federation or its neighbors. And in this instance, this
split second decision, Chisulo put civilian safety over
politics.

"UNITY to Red Squadron and Magellan." He declared over the
joint commlink. "Use of force authorized. Red squadron, you
are ordered to disable the propulsion systems. Magellan you
will hold tractor and take the crew into custody."

"Captain Chisulo!"

Chisulo turned to see a panicked look on the Lieutenant's
face at the security station. "I'm receiving reports of a
riot on the civilian decks. The religious quarter."

Chisulo furrowed a brow. "Red alert." Chisulo declared.
"Contact Admiral Guzman and Captain Rodgers immediately."

=Main Bridge, U.S.S. Magellan=

"Damn it," Mayo muttered as he rubbed his beard.

The voice he heard was that of a desperate woman. Frederick
knew, through experience, that when a person sounded that
desperate and panicky, there was usually no dealing with
them. He hoped that wasn't the case this time.

"Sir, the vessel, which we can now identify as a
medium-sized shuttle, hasn't changed course."

"Unknown vessel. I repeat, you are in violation of
quarantine. If you do not turn your ship around at once, I
will be forced to fire on you. Do you acknowledge?"

= Civilian Shuttle Borialis =

The panicked woman was still frantically hitting the
controls trying to get all she could out of the engines when
the voice came through the comms again but it sounded
distant.

"Just let me leave" she said pleadingly.

=Valkyrie Red One - Aeran III Orbit=

"Closing in on target." Gron's co-pilot remarked from behind
him. "In phaser range."

"Acknowledged." Gron replied. "Where is the Magellan?"

"270 mark 210." The navigator behind the First Lieutenant
replied. "They are in communications with the vessel."

"Patch us in." Gron ordered.

+I need to leave..... my family....let me leave.+

Gron's demeanor didn't change. His vulcan focus remained
transfixed on the object in his target reticule 4,572
kilometers off and closing fast.

+ Unknown vessel. I repeat, you are in violation of
quarantine. If you do not turn your ship around at once, I
will be forced to fire on you. Do you acknowledge?+ The
voice of Captain Mayo came on the line.

The vessel did not change course. Gron slowed to 1/4 impulse
and gained a complete target lock on the shuttle's impulse
drive systems.

+UNITY to Red Squadron and Magellan.+ UNITY hailed them over
the comm-link. +Use of force authorized. Red squadron, you
are ordered to disable the propulsion systems. Magellan you
will hold tractor and take the crew into custody.+

That was all Gron needed. A piercing beam of orange light
lanced out from Red One's Valkyrie and struck the shuttle's
port impulse drive as it passed by. The drive fizzled and
sparked as Red Two flew in from the opposite direction and
fired on the starboard drive. The shuttle's sub-light
capabilities were dead in space.

= Civilian Shuttle Borialis =

The colonist was sent flying from her seat as the Valkyrie's
flew past firing on the shuttle banging her head on a
bulkhead rendering her momentarily stunned. After a few
minutes she managed to get back to her seat and brought a
damage report then hit the console in front of her as she
realizedher impulse drive was screwed her only chance was to
go to warp but she knew that without impulse it would be
nearly impossible to slow after exiting warp.

< To Be Continued >

Captain Frederick Mayo
U.S.S. Magellan
&
Captain Tedros Chisulo
Chief Strategic Operations Officer
SB Unity
&
MCapt Gron

[USS Chimera] SD 241001.23 | Duty Log | MGen. Richard Sharpe

OOC: This log is dedicated to the brave men and women of both the military and the civilian health, welfare and rescue services currently operating in Haiti. Semper Fi brothers and sisters.

 

=/\= San Fransisco - Earth =/\=

 

"Bring it in over here!" Sharpe bellowed to the crane operator, as he stood in the middle of the collapsed ticket hall of the Transit station.

 

They were attempting to hoist a massive deuterium beam from off a large pile of rubble, which about five minutes ago, they'd picked up a weak life-sign from within the pile. It had been at that time when Richard had been walking through the hall to see what was going on, when one of the dust covered rescue workers had shouted out that he had a weak lifesign. He was working alongside everyone else, to try and dig through the rubble and debris to get to this single lifesign. There must've been about twenty people there, doing their part.

 

With both arms around the beam, he and several marines where heaving at the beam to lift it just enough to get the wire of the crane's hoist around the beam, so that they could lift it out. As the beam was gently pulled up, Richard began lifting up bits of broken concrete and pre-fab as they tried to get to whomever it was under all this.

 

"I've got a hole here!" Someone shouted, and Richard made his way around, to see where the hole was. The beam had lifted clear to reveal a small tunnel into what must be a lift shaft. He grabbed a tri-corder and a flashlight, and scanned the hole. The lifesign was about thirty feet below them.

 

"Hello!" Richard shouted down. "Can anyone here me?"

 

There was some noise and then a faint voice said; "Yes. Who's there?!"

 

"Starfleet Marine Corps." Richard replied, a grin on his face. "Don't worry, we'll soon have you out of there."

 

"Don't leave me... they've all left me..." Said the voice.

 

"We're marines, we don't leave people behind. Now you stay calm, we're coming to get you." Richard said. "What's your name?"

 

"Brian, I'm SFPD." He said.

 

Richard turned to the assembled rescuerers. "I need medics, who's a corpsman?" He asked.

 

"I am sir." Said a young blonde haired woman, stepping forward. Richard nodded to her. "Corporal Dukeman, sir."

 

"Well Corporal, you and I are going down that there hole, and we're going to get Brian out." Sharpe said, putting on combat webbing, and clicking a rope to his waist.

 

"Sir yes sir!" Dukeman said.

 

Richard approached the hole gingerly, and began wondering what probably everyone else was wondering; what the fuck was a general in his late fifties doing climbing down a hole which had little to no structural support? Well, it was too late to do anything about it now, as he began crawling down towards Brian.

 

Brian was pinned under debris at the bottom of what had been a stairwell that lead from the basement to the upper floors. He'd been thrown down the staircase by the inital explosion, and the subsequent collapse had pinned him down there. He'd survived with three others, a man, his wife and their daughter, but their voices had grown fainter as time had passed. He now felt alone, until he'd heard that voice from above. He could now see a torchlight heading his way, and it filled him with hope.

 

After what felt like ages, Richard made his way down to Brian, and smiled at him. "Hi there Brian." He said. "I'm Richard, and I'm going to help you out of here."

 

"Hi Richard." He said weakly.

 

"Lets have your sitrep." Richard asked, as Dukeman made her way down to him.

 

"I'm pinned beneath this slab of concrete." Brian said. "I can't feel my legs, my chest hurts something fierce, and breathing is very difficult. I'm having trouble staying awake."

 

Richard nodded. "Alright, well, we'll try and get this thing off you so we can get you out."

 

"There were three others in here with me." Brian said. "A young family, but they stopped talking some time ago."

 

Sharpe pulled out his tricorder and scanned for lifesigns, but besides Brian, he couldn't find any. He didn't want Brian to know that though. "Oh yeah, I can see them. They're about twenty five feet further down from here." He said. "We'll get you out first. Okay?"

 

"Sure thing. Just don't leave them down there. They've got a kid." Brian said, pleading.

 

"Don't worry son, we'll get to them." Richard said, as they applied a face mask to Brian.

 

=/\= End Log =/\=

 

MGen. Richard Sharpe

Marine Commander

[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)

 

[USS Chimera] SD241001.23 | JL - COps, CEO, DCSec | MCapt Reese, Lt Kroitzer, Lt. Castillo | "Damage Control"

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

=/-\= City Center, Andor =/-\=

After finding a new uniform and a winter jacket Jade went looking for
anyone not really sure who was the ranking officer at the site they
were at. Walking down the street heading for the makeshift triage
centers she saw Jones and Kroitzer looking around confused. "Lt's what
are you doing?" Jade asked not mad but was hoping that they would be
looking for wounded and helping them get to the triage centers.

"My arm was malfunctioning after punching through the panel, I need to
repair it" Gustav said pointing to the appendage next to him.

"Ummm....." Was all Jones (NPC) could spill out he was still in a
state of shock that Jade made out of the building with Lt Dior.

Jade nodded, "alright lets get back to the triage centers and we can
set-up a command center there as will." Jade said deciding to take
Command until higher ranking officer could be found.

Lieutenant Castillo, seeing people he recognized came walking up. His
uniform was dirty and dried blood laced across his forehead. "We need
to get out of here", he said clearly still shaken by the explosion. "I
heard someone saying there might be another bomb".

Jade just looked at the Lt, "where did you get this information Lt?"
Jade asked reverting back to her Marine training knowing if there was
another bomb they would need to find it.

Charly looked at Marine Captain, "WHO CARES", he shouted, "If its
true then it hasn't gone off yet, maybe its on a delay, waiting for
the emergency teams to respond to kill even more people". He looked
around at the others, hoping he wasn't coming off hysterical.

Gustav listened to the Lt then turned to Jade "Look Captain I think we
need to make finding the other bomb a priority but we need someone who
can disarm it"

"Agreed Lt." Jade said looking around and taking a few deep breaths
all of this was happening to fast but she just remembered her SF and
Marine training and that brought a calm over her.

Jones just stood there with his mouth open imagining things getting
worse, "I think we should head to the triage centers and re-group
before we even try to locate this other bomb." Jones said.

"Fine", Castillo said quickly, "You guys can do whatever the hell you
want, but I'm getting out of here and going somewhere safe", he said
turning around. "I didn't sign up for this...", his voice trailing
off.

Jade stood their in disbelief, "Marine get back here!" Jade shouted,
"you're a Marine this is exactly what you signed up to do." Jade said
walking up to the Lt. "You're going to help make sure the people of
Andor and everyone else at this conference is safe until
reinforcements arrive. IS THAT CLEAR!" Jade said looking directly in
the Marines face.

Castillo was caught off guard, he didn't expect this largely
unassuming woman to be screaming at him. He looked back at her and
paused, "YES MA'AM', he finally spat back, defeated, though clearly
not happy about it.

Gustav just looked at Jade a little surprised as he has never seen her angered.

"Good." Jade said turning back to the rest of the group, "we need to
get back to the triage centers there we can locate a map and start
forming search parties for wounded and the explosive." Jade said,
"Castillo did you receive any EOD training?" Jade asked the only other
Marine.

The Lieutenant sighed and looked up as he stepped back to the group,
"Yeah, I did", Castillo answered shaking his head, recalling the
explosives training he received. He leaned his head to the side,
"This bitch is gonna get me killed", he whispered to Jones, already
regretting admitting his knowledge with explosives.

"Jones and Kroitzer after we get search groups formed I want you guys
out helping with the wounded." Jade said as she started walking over
to the triage centers.

"Aye Captain" Kroitzer replied "Do you want a command center set up as
well?" he added.

= Triage/Command Center, Andor =

Jade allowed the snide comment to pass, "good." Jade said, "Yes but
let's have Jones set it up while you lead the search parties for the
wounded." Jade said as they walked into the triage center. "Alright
right here we'll make it the command center." Jade said decking inside
an empty tent.

"Jones I need you to go find me a map of the city." Jade said
pointing to a makeshift console. "Kroitzer I need you to go and find a
doctor and see where they are at with the wounded." Jade said. "And
you." Jade said pointing to Castillo, "I need you to tell me
everything you know about this bomb.

Jones rushed to the console and started working on locating a map but
the console wasn't really attached to any database the only thing it
was attached to was a power source. But he continued to figure out how
to get into the cities database to pull up a map.

Castillo shrugged his shoulders, "All I know is that I overheard a
conversation as I was...", he paused and chose his words carefully,
"Moving to a safer location". He swallowed, "but something that
looked like a bomb was seen in the northern complex", he pointed to
buildings in the distance that had no damage to them, "You know, I'm
sure the local security has already been alerted, and I'm sure they
can handle it". He smiled and looked around for something to drink.

Jade was getting sick of this man's attitude so against her better
judgment she grabbed his uniform collar and slammed him into the
console that Jones was working on. "Listen to me one more smart ass
comment like that I'll make sure you'll never see the outside world
again." Jade said pinning him on the console.

Charly fell back onto the equipment, he was caught off guard and was
afraid to actually say anything. The look on her face told him she
meant what she said, and as the embarrassment of allowing himself to
be gotten the better of by a woman again wore off, he finally uttered,
"OK", and hoped she would let him go.

Jade let go of the Marine, "if I hear one more I'm going to run away
I'm going to make sure you get dishonorably discharge and spend some
time behind a force field." Jade said wanting to drive that point
home. "Now go and find some tools that we can use if we do find an
explosive device." Jade said.

Charly pushed himself back up from the equipment he had been pressed
against and straightened his shirt. He glanced around the room then
back at the Captain in front of him. "Yah, OK", he stuttered and then
quickly left the tent.

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

Marine Captain Jade Reese
Chief of Operations
USS Chimera

Lieutenant Gustav Kroitzer
Chief of Engineering
USS Chimera

Lieutenant Carlos 'Charly' Castillo
Deputy Chief of Security
USS Chimera

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NPC Jones
(Played by Aza)

[USS Chimera] SD241001.22, Federation Security Council Back Log

=Security Council Subchamber=
=Federation Council, San Francisco, Earth=
 
"There is absolutely no way I can approve this," the Earth human male spoke.
 
"Neither can I," came from a Deltan female.
 
The Federation Security Council was in emergency session. The topic at hand, the TechEx. President Spock had informed Turan So, the recently elected council chairman, of the existence of the device two days earlier. Som in response, convened the security council to vote on the matter. While the vote was not necessary, a vote on the use of the device would give support to the president.
 
It had been decided long ago that such matters could not be brought to the attention to the entire council. It was a highly secretive, classified project. Such decisions is one of the jobs handed down to the security council.
 
Gathered were the five main members of the security council, representatives from Alpha Centauri, Andor, Earth, Tellar Prime and Vulcan. Turan served as both council chair and Andorian representative.
 
In addition to the five founding members of the Federation, two additional members were chosen to serve annually by the council at large for a duration of one Earth year. Those serving at this point and time were representatives from Ariolo and Delta IV.
 
"I say the Romulans deserve nothing less," the Ariolo representative said. "They have declared war on the Federation on more than one occasion. I'm glad that we've finally decided to consider such an option."
 
The Earther, John Meeker, turned to face the Ariolo, "Tens, if not hundreds of millions of Romulans could die if these weapons are used."
 
Before the Ariolo spoke, the Tellarite representative Lor said, "How many Federation citizens have died during this and past wars with the Romulans! I say use it! Lets the Romulans, any everyone else know that we will no longer stand by and allow others drag us into war without serious repercussions. Let them know that we will take drastic action to secure the lives of Federation citizens."
 
Lor stood, "Let them know that the Federation will no longer cower and pushed around by forces that wish us harm!"
 
The Ariolo rep clapped his hands while Meeker just rubbed his eyes and shook his head.
 
"This is wrong. We have to set ourselves at a higher standard," the Earth male said.
 
"This is a statement. It will send a clear message to our enemies," the Ariolo responded.
 
Meeker stood, "What kind of message? That we are no better than the Romulans?"
 
"Perhaps Meeker, it is time to, oh, how do you humans put it ... ah, yes ... take off the kid gloves," Lor spoke up. "You supported bringing us into this war in the first place. It's time we finish it!"
 
"Not like this!" Meeker, who was still standing, shot back. "There has to be a better way!"
 
Turan knew that Meeker and Lor could go on for hours. Their debates were legendary. And they never agreed on any issue. Turan had known that this would be no different. And, he wasn't willing to sit here for hours listening to them arguing. They had already been discussing this since late yesterday afternoon, only taking a few hour break to rest.
 
"Gentlemen ... ladies, it is time to bring this up for a vote," Turan calmly said.
 
"No, it isn't!" Meeker said. "There's still much to discuss."
 
"I disagree," the Vulcan representative said. "The issue and its consequences have already been discussed in detail. I believe we have all that is required to take an informed vote on the matter."
 
"I'm going to say this one last time," Meeker finally took a seat. "This is wrong."
 
"You have already made that clear," the Vulcan interrupted.
 
Meeker shot the Vulcan a look, "I wasn't finished!"
 
The Vulcan politely nodded.
 
"This is wrong," Meeker continued. "We will go down in history as the people who sunk the Federation to new depths if we support this. It will be a dark day for the Federation if, or when this weapon is used. We have it in our power to not only oppose this, but perhaps force the president to reconsider this option. If we do not, then we will be guilty of crimes against civilization. Crimes that we may never be officially charged with, but crimes nonetheless."
 
"Are you finished, councillor?" Turan asked.
 
The Earther reluctantly nodded.
 
"Very well," Turan stood. "I will admit that I, too, do not particularly approve this weapon, I do support the president on his decision. He has meditated for weeks on this before he came to this conclusion. It is not easy for him, nor for myself, but if we must pursue this option, then so be it."
 
Turan looked over the room.
 
"We will not vote on the matter," Turan said. "Ayes for and Nays against support of use of the TechEx. Alpha Centauri, how do you vote?"
 
"I vote Nay," the young female said.
 
"Alpha Centauri votes Nay," Turan repeated for the record. "Andor votes Aye. I repeat, Andor votes Aye."
 
Turan allowed for a short pause.
 
"Ariolo, how do you vote?"
 
"Ariolo votes Aye," the Ariolo representative said.
 
"Ariolo votes Aye," Turan repeated. "Delta IV, how do you vote?"
 
"Delta IV votes Nay," the Deltan representative said.
 
"Delta IV votes Nay," Turan repeated. "Earth, how do you vote?
 
Meeker looked up at Turan, " Earth votes a resounding Nay!"
 
"Earth votes Nay," Turan said. "Tellar Prime, how do you vote?"
 
"Tellar Prime votes Aye," Lor said, looking over at Lor.
 
"Tellar Prime votes Aye," Turan said. "Vul ..."
 
Before Turan could finished, the doors swung open and Major Alana Han, head of council security entered with a small security detachment.
 
"What is the meaning of this?" Turan spoke up. "We are in the middle of a very important vote."
 
"Sir, there's been an incident at Starfleet Headquarters, Andor, Vulcan and perhaps other places as well," she answered. "We need to escort you and the others to a more secure location."
 
"What kind of incident?" Meeker asked.
 
"I can't say for certain. All we know is that a number of targets have been bombed," Han said. "We fear that the council may be next."
 
Turan nodded as he and the other council members were escorted out of the subchamber.
 
"What about the other councillors?" Turan asked.
 
"And their families," the Alpha Centauri rep added.
 
"They're being gathered as we speak," Han replied. "In these situations, members of the security council are our top priority."
 
They were escorted to the council's transporter room where they were beamed to another location.
 
"Where are we?" Turan asked as he stepped off the transporter pad after he remateralized.
 
"Somewhere deep in the Appalachian mountains. Near a town called White Sulphur Springs," Han answered as they went through security checks before walking out into a corridor. Other council members were beamed in behind them.
 
"What about the president, vice president, the cabinet, the joint chiefs ..." Meeker asked.
 
"They have been secured at other separate locations," Han replied. "For security reasons, I can not be more specific."
 
The members of the security council were placed in a room with a conference table and computer monitors lined along one of the walls. The council members were talking amongst themselves, looking confused and even a bit concerned.
 
"Please, everyone. Take a seat. We still have work to do," Turan said.
 
They looked at him before doing as he asked.
 
"The vote is three for and three against. Vulcan, what ..."
 
"I don't think this is the time for this!" Meeker said. "We have no idea what is going on out there."
 
"This is exactly the time for this," Turan said. "Whatever is going on out there is of no concern to us at the moment. We can't alter what is happening somewhere else. But this vote is of utmost importance."
 
Meeker just leaned back in his chair.
 
"Vulcan, how do you vote?" Turan asked.
 
Everyone's attention was on the Vulcan representative.
 
"Vulcan votes ... Aye."
 
　
 
Councilman Turan So (npc by Rick)
Federation Council Chairman
Head of Security and Special Operations Committee
　
and
　
Major Alana Han (npc by Rick)
Head of Federation Council Security
　
and
　
other npcs by Rick

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[USS Chimera] SD 241001.22 Andor: Lt Dior / Dr Koss / Nurse Shaw (npcs)

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

*** Emergency Med. Area * Andor ***

It was cold.

That much Dior could tell as Reese shouldered the Lieutenant
through the falling snow toward the tent that had been
quickly erected as the Marine Captain went in to retrieve
her. But Dior couldn't make out details. Everything was
fuzzy or blurry, moving in long lines of motion like the
shutter speed was too long on her camera. Bright lights grew
increasingly brighter, causing her to squint and wince to
try and relieve the pain in the temples of her head.

Eventually she was sat down on a bed inside the tent. There
was a heater beside her, but the shivering didn't stop. She
still felt chilled to the bone. Her arms were wrapped
tightly across her abdomen, and her right leg throbbed with
pain. She felt a chilling numbness climbing up her shin as
she laid back on the pillow.

She didn't even hear the cries for help.

Tessa Shaw was stressed and that was putting it lightly.The
injured didnt stop coming and she was now running on a sort
of automatic overdrive so that she dealt with a case and
moved on, making the mednotes on one patient and immediately
opening a new set. She moved from one bed to another,
covering the sixteen that were under her control and doing
what was necessary to alleviate suffering as fast as she
could.

"Name?" she asked, barely glancing at the womans face as she
made a visual assessment.

Dior didn't answer. She couldn't answer. The combined pain
in her temples, leg and stomach were to much. Instead she
gritted her teeth and embraced the dull numbness that was
closing in the frigid cold. She shivered.

Tessa administered 5ccs of Rexalin saying as she did so:
"This will help you in a few moments. Try to relax...you're
okaynow."

She laid the hypospray aside and picked up the medtricorder
quickly finding the compound fracture and abdominal injury.

All around her was noise and activity, the cries of the
injured, medical staff calling for equipment or help,the
sounds from outside where more and more people were being
brought in. Tessa took a deep breath to calm herself and
looked round quickly, hoping to see a doctor who was free,
an over optimistic act.

She had no choice but to deal with the patient herself.

"I'm going to fix your leg." she said, bending closer to
Dior. "Don't worry...it's alright."

She seemed to have been saying that for hours and often it
was a lie because often it wasnt alright at all but she
could pass patients on who needed more surgery than she
could perform and she intended to do so for this woman.

Dior rolled her head toward the dark shadow that loomed over
her. She saw a glimmering object in the hand and tried to
roll away in reflex.

"I'm going to set it and close the wound." she said
preparing the protoplaser.

Dior felt a slight pressure in her leg, causing her to grind
her teeth. It felt as if the bone in her leg was hungry,
munching the interior of her leg in order to fill its
hunger. And in a way it was. The protoplaser was rejoining
the shards of femur that had been shattered by the large
wooden rafter that had fallen from the ceiling of the
conference center. Dior whimpered as the nurse realigned the
bones in her leg to complete the procedure.

It was a noble effort in an emergency situation, for sure.
And Nurse Tessa Shaw would receive a commendation later for
the work she performed during the crisis on Andor. But she
was not use to using a protoplaser in a compound multiple
fracture. It as not her fault, she did the best she could.

But when she was sealing the bone in Lieutenant Dior's right

leg, she fused it with the femoral artery and a large nerve
bundle. Dior would never be able to use her leg the same way
again.

Dior, being of a mixed Bajoran and Betazoid heritage, was
the product of a strange genetic mutation that prevented her
blood from clotting and responding to common clotting
agents. To fix the damage done would put her at too much
risk, as the femoral artery is the largest blood corridor in
the body. She would die.

This same ailment caused her abdomen to continue to bleed
profusely from what would normally only be a shallow cut.

Tessa ofcourse knew nothing of this and tried the standard
procedures to stop the bleeding.
When this didnt work despite repeated tries, Tessa knew
there was big trouble lying on the bed in front of her.

"Doctor ! " she called although it was more of a yell really
but it stopped the person in their tracks. " I need
assistance..." she said and stepped aside as the tall slim
man joined her.

Anton Koss was moving from tent to tent checking on
patients and helping out where he could.
He wasn't in SF but a civilian doctor on vacation.
"What do you have?" He asked
looking at the patient seeing that the wound on the leg was
taken care of and that there was the open wound on the
abdomen. He then pulled on a pair of gloves and started
looking at the wound, "damn we need to find the bleeder and
clamp it." He said.

"She's going into shock." Tessa replied, silently cursing
the
lack of facilities.
She grabbed the surgical tray and stood for a second staring
at it without comprehension then lifted the tool the doctor
needed.

"Damn't." Anton said as he was working on trying to find the
bleeder with his fingers, "alright here she is." He said
reaching out for the instrument with his other hand he then
slowly used the instrument and clamp the bleeder, "alright
do we've any Leporazine?" Anton asked looking at her vitals
they stabilize but the patient was still in shock.

" Yes...yes we do." Tessa replied lifting the phial and
clipping it into place in the hyposprays chamber. She handed
it to him and watched as he pressed the spray against Dior
neck.
At first there was little change. A few seconds ticked by.

"Good her vitals are coming up." Anton said pulling off his
gloves, "good work nurse." He said, "keep an eye on her and
come find me when her vitals stabilize or she wakes up."
Anton said seeing how he needed to check in on some of the
other tents.

"Thankyou." Tessa replied, greatful that he had arrived when
he did.
He gave a smile and a nod and walked off. Tessa looked back
at the still unconcious figure and checked the monitors.

*** End Log ***

Lietenant Rayna Dior
Chief Helm Officer
&
Dr Anton Koss
Civilian doctor
(NPC) Aza
&
Tessa Shaw
Nurse
(NPC ) Rangi

[USS Chimera] SD 241001.22 | SecDef Harold Malone | "Operation Tandra"

=/\= Cheyenne Mountain Complex, Colorado =/\=

 

He walked, almost military marched really, down the corridor. Surrounding him were four guards wearing civilian dark suits, forming a perfect figure five, with Harold in the middle. He was still somewhat dazed and confused, but didn't show it outwardly as he walked along. He'd been in his office about five minutes ago, when his security detail barged in, told him that he was being evacuated as part of Operation Tandra, and near as made no difference, frogged marched him to the secure transporter and beamed him to another transporter room.

 

The second transporter contrasted vastly from the luxurious appointments and decor' of the Pentagon where he'd been working. The room was concrete grey, and very utilitarian. Guards wearing marine BDU's stood around the room holding compression rifles. He was lead out of the room, and as they left, a heavy blast door closed behind them, sealing off the transporter room. They walked down a corridor that had similar blast doors at various intervals, along a concrete grey wall, with high ceilings.

 

After what felt like a long time, but was actually no more than a few minutes, he was escorted inside another room. This one was at least made to look somewhat more luxourious, in that they'd put in nice looking furniture, a carpetted floor, and other appointments. There was a long maple wood table, surrounded by high backed leather office chairs. There were other people in the room, quite a few he recognised.

 

"Oh thank god you made it, Harry." Said one of the people in the room. Almost all of them were wearing Starfleet uniforms to some degree. All were of flag rank, of various grades. The blonde haired female who approached him, he knew very well indeed.

 

"Chantelle." He said, nodding. "What the heck is going on? What's Tandra, and why was I abducted from my office?"

 

"I haven't got a clue what Tandra is, other than some sort of evacuation plan." Chantelle said. "Starfleets transit station was bombed, and then a few moments later, Starfleet Headquarters was attacked by Starfleet officers. They murdered by Chief of Staff." Tears were rolling down her cheek.

 

Harry took her up in his arms and held her close. "Jesus." Was all he could say.

 

It was at this moment, a dark clad man came in from an ante-room and all in the room saw him, turned to face him. He was clearly the person in charge down here.

 

"I'm Major General Jack O'Neill, Starfleet Security." He said. "Welcome to Cheyenne Mountain, the secure facility for Starfleet's command heirarchy."

 

No one said anything, but Harold made his way over to the front. "I knew nothing of this, and I'm a former CinC."

 

"This facility is a closely guarded secret, and only used in dire circumstances. Operation Tandra was put into effect the moment an explosive device was set off by Starfleet Headquarters, and similar attacks occurred on other core worlds around the Federation."

 

Harry looked around the room. "This isn't all the brass of Starfleet. There are only a handful of people here."

 

Jack lowered his head slightly. "I regret that even though the plan allows for near instant evacuation, we weren't fast enough in a lot of cases. It has become clear that some sort of coup was attempted against Starfleet and the Federation."

 

Harry stared at the man. "President Spock? Vice President Pika?"

 

"Both safe in separate secure command bunkers in secret locations." O'Neill responded.

 

"Well, thank god for that." Harry said, relaxing slightly.

 

"I regret to inform you all that we did loose a lot of people." O'Neill said. "That we know of, we've lost the Deputy Commandant of the Marine Corps, the Chief of Starfleet Operations, Tactical, Medical, Science, R&D, the JAG, the Commandant of the Academy, almost all of Starfleet Security's commanders and the Undersecretary of State."

 

"Holy shit..." Harry said, his legs giving out, and falling into a chair that had somehow been behind him. Chantelle let out a sob, which she quickly covered up by putting her hands over her mouth.

 

"The Starfleet Commander is safe, and is on Starbase One right now, at his insistance." O'Neill said. "JDC has been relocated to Starbase 12 for the time being."

 

"So what happens now?" Asked an Andorian admiral.

 

"We wait for the all-clear." O'Neill said. "Normally, we'd get it from the head of Starfleet Security, but she was assassinated, as was everyone in Starfleet Security."

 

"So who will give the all-clear?" Harry asked.

 

"I'm trying to find out sir." O'Neill said. "Until we know, I must ask you all to remain patient. We have staterooms set up for you all. You'll be shown to your rooms."

 

Harold stood up and tugged down his suit jacket. "What if that isn't good enough? I demand to know what is happening!"

 

"Mister Secretary, all I know is that some berk called General Sharpe has taken command of San Fransisco, and that you lot are safe. Beyond that, I haven't got a clue. So please sir..." Jack said, trailing off. He'd lost a lot of friends today, as he imagined, so had the Sec Def.

 

"Harry..." Came a faint voice at his elbow. Chantelle was there, touching his arm. "Come on, lets go to your room."

 

Harry glared at the man in black, then turned away and was lead out of the room by the Field Marshal.

 

=/\= End Log =/\=

 

Fleet Admiral Harold Malone (Ret.)

Secretary of Defence

Played by Frankie

[USS Chimera] SD 241001.21: SB Unity : Duty Log: Commander Summers

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

*** CMO Office * SB Unity ***

Rangi had found the phial.
It was exactly where Cortez had said it would be, deep in a
side pocket, stashed away in the locker. She had lifted it
out with a pair of long handled forceps, and placed it
carefully into a padded case for its own protection and
taken straight to one of the labs. for inspection.

The result was amazing.
Perhaps in the past others had felt the same thrill, for
thats exactly what it was like when Doctor Andrews,looking
up from the microscope said simply:
"You're right."
Rangi had checked the blood sample herself and not trusting
in what she saw had asked Andrews to check it too.

It was soon established as being human blood and not that of
Major Cortez but the thrilling part came from what else the
examination showed.

Science was called and soon a flurry of activity filled the
medlabs.

A young doctor was sent hot-foot back to the isolation room
where Cortez had just begun his long awaited dinner.
The doctor, dressed head to toe in protective clothing and
accompanied by two armed guards similarly dressed, explained
that he needed to take a blood sample.

Cortez, with an emphasised sigh, laid aside his knife and
fork and waited for the force field to be deactivated.

The doctor approached him nervously and only when a guard
aimed his phaser at the Majors head, did he proceed with his
work as quickly as he could.
The Force Field was reset, the doctor sped back to the lab
and Cortez returned to his dinner.

Rangi was waiting for the sample and quickly began a test.
Andrews and a couple of others stood around her as she
peered into the microscope adjusting this and that and when,
after tense moments of waiting, she leaned back and said :
"Nothing." in a tone that implied that that was 'the' best
result anyone could ever have hoped for, her happiness was
infectious.

Happiness though didnt stretch as far as the isolation room,
for Cortez was soon informed that an hourly blood sample was
needed for comparison testing and for the rest of the
evening and throughout the night, he was disturbed by the
same now eager doctor and his little medkit.

By breakfast time the "Nothing" was greeted with smiles of
satisfaction and Rangi had contacted Shane to advise him
that Cortez could be freed from isolation and give an update
on her findings, when two things happened almost
simultaneously.

Firstly was a call from the Science lab.followed by another
from security in section 5 of the outer ring.

It had originally been assumed that the condition was
transmitted by direct contact but when Georgia Pegg was
found dead in her room and the first of the fifteen people
who subsequently developed it did so in an adjoining room,
airborne contact became a stronger possibility.

Of those fifteen, three had died and another twentytwo had
the symptoms.
But now the outcome was not the same as for the original
victims for now death did not come peacefully but instead
they exhibited actions that Cortez had witnessed on Aeran
III. They became violent in an extreme, attempting and
succeeding at first in breaking out of the rooms to which
they were confined.
They were crazed, unstoppable, violent people whose every
vestage of human behaviour disappeared.

Section five was an area given over to religious groups
where shrines and chapels of mutiple faiths could be found.
In one such place a priest, gone there to pray for peace and
healing to fall upon the planet below, had narrowly escaped
unharmed and sat in shock in the hospital unable to say
what he had witnessed although there was little need, for
the visual feed from the sensors showed all too clearly what
had happened there to some of the gathered congregation.
"There are Demons" he said over and over "Demons.."

The internal sensors had picked up something else though
which was to lead to the naming of the condition in laymens
terms. Later it would have an official name ofcourse.

The thin blue lines that had appeared so clearly on the
bodies were now able to leave them, so proving that direct
person to person contact was not essential to transmit the
condition.
The sensor displays showed thin 'wire' like things oozing
from a body and moving by some method unknown across a floor
and under a door.

Sections 4 to 18 were being evacuated with Sections 4 , 5 6
and 7 already populated by victims.
One third of Unitys outer ring was contaminated and by the
afternoon the name would be on everyones lips....... Wire
Demons.

*** End Log ***

Commander Rangi Summers
Med Adv 1st Task Force
CMO SB UNity

[USS Chimera] SD 241001.20 || Duty Log || Capt Chisulo StratOps ||

[Operations Center - Deck One - SB 234: UNITY]

"Captain Chisulo." 

Tedros looked up from his position at the master display table in the center of the room and towards the blue collared Science officer at the main science display. "Report Lieutenant."

"I'm picking up atmospheric disturbance in sector H-270 of Aeran III's stratosphere." The trill lieutenant j.g. replied.

"What's your assessment?" Chisulo asked, his interest piqued. He stepped away from the holographic repreesntation of UNITY, Aeran III and the TF vessels and squadrons present in the system. "Is it a ship?"

"Unknown sir." The trill woman replied. "It's hard to get a steady reading with all the atmospheric turbulence. It could be a ship trying to escape the atmosphere on low power, or it could be a meteorite burning up in the stratosphere. It's hard to tell."

"But we must investigate." Chisulo traced a finger around the holographic model and found the closest squadron patrol. "UNITY to Red Leader. Do you copy?"

+Affirmative UNITY.+ Came a steady, laconic voice. +Marine Captain Gron here.+

Chisulo pulled up Gron's personnel file on the table mounted padd. He was a decorated Vulcan pilot who had recently promoted as leader to UNITY's Red Valkyrie squadron as the previous Commander joined up with Major General Sharpe's MEF Fighter Wing. "Red Leader, I need you to investigate an atmospheric disturbance at sector H-270."

+Aye, sir.+ The Vulcan pilot replied. +What are the rules of engagement?+

"Failure to adhere to the Quarantine shall be me with debilitating force." Chisulo replied. "Disable their propulsion systems and shields. If necessary I will contact the Magellan to recover the offenders."

+Understood, UNITY.+

"Communications will maintain an open commlink. Chisulo out." The African Captain nodded toward the on-duty communications officer, who acknowledged the command.

"Anything further to report, Lieutenant?" Chisulo asked the trill at Science.

"Well," she looked up from her read-outs, "from what I'm reading here it's definitely not entering the atmosphere."

"Just what I feared." Chisulo muttered. "UNITY to Magellan. Unknown vessel at sector H-270. Red Squadron moving to intercept. Move in for back-up. Do you copy?"

[End Log]

Captain Tedros Chisulo

Chief Strategic Operations Officer

SSF First Taskforce & SB 234: UNITY

[USS Chimera] SD 241001.20: SB Unity || Duty Log || Part 2 || Major Cortez + Cmdr Summers

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

=/-\= Isolation Unit 1B1 =/-\=

"Or is that the point, is this some sort of experiment, are you
playing God Rangi?". He threw the padd against the force field causing
small sparks to fly, "Or was this just Guzmans idea and you being the
loyal housewife just went along with it?", his accusations though
erratic had a point. He watched her reaction carefully.

As he threw the padd seemingly straight at her, Rangis instinctively
stepped back, her heaf turned away even though she knew the force
field kept her safe from harm. It fizzled with a second of brilliant
orange glow as she straightened up and met his piercing stare.

"What are you talking about?" she demanded. " No one has messed up.
We've got a situation that's getting out of hand because we don't know
what we're facing!" She took a step nearer the invisible divide. "Do
you 'always' have to bring this into it?" she asked, her tone grown
cold and quiet. "You can never resist belittling Shane Guzman can you?
At the least opportunity you accuse him of inefficiency or poor
judgement, now this time he's suddenly a God!." She glared at him,
barely concealing her growing anger, her lips compressed in a tight
line then looked away from him, closed her eyes for a few moments and
when she looked back at him she spoke evenly.

"I came to ask you to help me." she said " ...but all you can do is
suggest we are, somehow, for some inexplicable reason, setting lose
something that can infect the whole base.I'll leave you to wait for
your dinner." she ended and turned away.

"Get me out of here and I can help you", Cortez said as she turned.
"I'm not infected, and I know how you can prove it".

Rangi slowly looked back over her shoulder. "How?" she asked having
spent a few seconds trying to work out what he meant. If truth be
told, she didnt believe him but few things made sense and he appeared
not be joking or taunting her, so she retraced her steps and drew
closer to him. "You probably are infected." she said " In your report
you said the boy had grabbed you...it could happen that way."

"Maybe, but it didn't", he said looking at her. "I have a blood
sample from one of the infected after they've transformed, you can use
it to develop a cure, or at the very least use it as a way to test
people to see if they are infected, you're a doctor, you know more
than I do about this". he paused, "I'm sorry about what I said, I just
had to see your reaction, maybe your not in on it...", he voice
trailed off.

"In on what?" she asked, completely mystified as to what he alluded
but even as she spoke her eyes skimmed over his uniform and the bed on
which he had been seated. " Blood sample?" she said cautiously not
rising to any degree of hope. "Where is it and how did you get it?"

"I extracted it from the boy in my report", he paused as the scene
unfolded in his mind, "You should have seen it Rangi, he was
absolutely mad. He....It, this thing ripped its own arm from its
socket and felt no pain. Its what the infected are going to turn into
unless you can stop them", he took a breath. "I kept it hidden from
the guards, you'll find it in the pocket of my pants, it should still
be there. Check the locker in the cell block control room."

{It's too good to be true} was the first thought that sprang to her
mind. After all the research, all the false leads and frustrating
results,he had a phial of blood from an infected person?

"I read the report." she replied and shook her head. " You could be
infected...the situation you were in...." She shook her head again.
"Do you realize what you're saying? You're asking me to release
another infected person into a quarantined area?"

"You don't understand", Cortez replied, shaking his head, "Use the
blood sample to prove I'm not infected.", he let that sink in for a
second. "Now go, we don't have much time".

Rangi waited but a second longer then turned on her heel, hurried to
the door and tapped in the security code. She would see for herself if
the blood sample was really there. It was too much to hope for, she
told herself but she hoped for it just the same.

Richard watched as Rangi left and then went back to his spot on the
floor and leaned his head against the wall.

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

Major Richard Cortez
CSEC
USS Chimera

+

Commander Rangi Summers
Med Adv 1st Task Force
CMO
SB Unity

[USS Chimera] SD 241001.20: SB Unity: Duty Log: Major Cortez / Cmdr Summers (part 1)

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

*** Isolation Unit 1B1 ***

Security was tight and that was putting it mildly.
Rangi entered the quarantined zone with a view to talking to
Major Cortez. In her hand she carried a two padds, a
transcript of his report and the photographs he had brought
back with him from Aeran III.

She both looked and felt tense because the last six hours
had been some of the most challenging in her professional
life.
Passing through the security stages, she came at last to
the isolation room that Cortez occupied.

When she entered it gave the appearance that he was able to
meet her freely but in fact there was a force field between
him and her. It was partly for medical reasons but partly
because of a security measure as Cortez had recently set
foot on Aeran.

Rangi knew that the man she had come to see would not be
best pleased to find himself in such a setting but she
needed to talk to him and only hoped he would be reasonable.
This was not something she expected.

Richard sat on the floor against the wall furthest from the
force field that was keeping him confined. He understood the
necessity of it all but he still didn't like it. But what
really angered him was the idea that he had been betrayed.
The parting words of the operators who had escorted him into
his new quarters were quite simply very revealing.
His mind sped a hundred miles a minute seeing conspiracy's
at every turn. He wondered if his suspicions were indeed
correct and if they were, were Guzman and Rangi both in on
it?

No matter how he figured it, there just wasn't any way
around the possibility that the Federation was trying to, or
perhaps already had used this virus as a biological weapon.
Perhaps it wasn't even natural at all.

Cortez leaned his head back and took a deep breath and as if
on cue the door leading to the outside walkway in front of
his containment cell swished open revealing Commander
Summers. Richard pretended not to notice.

Rangi walked into the room, glanced back at the door sealed
itself behind her and then transferred her attention to the
figure seated on the floor. She stepped towards the force
field and stopped, waiting for him to look up. He didnt.

" I really hope you're not going to sulk." she said. " I
need to talk to you...about this."
She held out the padd for him to see should he raise his
head.

"So talk", Richard said simply without looking up.

An audible sigh escaped her lips, her hand holding the padds
dropped to her side and she glanced away from him.

" Look.." she said. " I know this isnt ideal but I have to
talk to you. Things have happened since you went away and
you can help me...probably." she added for she wasnt
entirely sure that he could although the chances were high.

"In case you hadn't noticed Commander", Richard said
looking up, "I'm not really in a position to help anybody.
In fact, I'm quite content to sit in this cell, I have
dinner coming shortly and I'm very hungry."

" Dinner can wait." she replied and immediately regretted
her words for she saw the slight frown between his eyes.
" I'm sorry." she said. " I didnt mean it to sound
uncaring. Im sure you 'are' hungry...but I really need to
know a few things."
She raised the padds again indicating what she wanted to
talk about. " Would you?" she asked.

Richard sighed and stood up.
"Fine, send it through."
He watched as Summers pushed the padds through the slot and
then watched as they reappeared in his cell.
"OK, what am I looking for?" he added as he thumbed through
the info front of him.

"The photos.." she said. " Particularly of the woman with
the blonde hair. In the first one you can see the blue lines
quite clearly but in the last I can't see them at all." She
paused as he located the ones she referred to.
"Doesnt that remind you of something?"

Cortez flipped to the images she was talking about.
"I don't know", he said somewhat confused, "I haven't seen
this picture...she wasn't a patient when I arrived."
He paused and looked up at Rangi, "Must have been admitted
before I got there", looking back down at the screen, "It
says here shes dead, why do you ask?".

"Because that's what happened to Georgia Pegg." Rangi
replied. "There were no signs of the lines on her body when
it was found, none at all. In the time you were away fifteen
more people developed the symptoms.... Fifteen." she
stressed.

Richards eyes narrowed and he held the padd down to his
side.
"You should have listened to me and killed her when you had
the chance. Now at least fifteen more people are going to
die", his voice was becoming louder, "You and Guzman both
messed up big time".
He paused and took a few steps to the side.

"How many more people are you going to let die?", he stopped
moving and turned to look back at Summers, "Or is that the
point, is this some sort of experiment, are you playing God
Rangi?"

He threw the padd against the force field causing small
sparks to fly,

"Or was this just Guzmans idea and you being the loyal
housewife just went along with it?", his accusations, though
erratic, had a point.

He watched her reaction carefully.

*** End Part 1 ***

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

[USS Chimera] SD 241001.20 ||SB 234: UNITY|| Joint Duty Log, Cpt Trent Rodgers and Cpt Tedros Chisulo

[Operations Center - Deck One - SB 234: UNITY]

Captain Tedros Chisulo loomed over the report and readouts from his station at

UNITY's control center. He received reports from all Starfleet vessels under UNITY

and Rear Admiral Guzman's jurisdiction and was responsible for their logistics

and proper deployment for Taskforce Operations. After LtCol Pont Brillant's

departure and reassignment back to Quantico, the TF Tactical Department and

TF Strategic Operations departments were merged, with Chisulo as the de facto

head.

Across the Bridge, UNITY personnel were busy at their stations coordinating traffic

and patrols, monitoring long range scans, relaying communications and the like.

Chisulo looked up as the turbolift doors hissed open and aside to see Captain

Rodgers enter the room.

"XO on deck!" He called out.

For a moment, a slight moment, Trent looked around, wondering who the XO in

question was. It was his normal reaction everytime he stepped foot in ops or other

key task force facilities. He was still not accustomed to such formalities. As captain

on the Lancelot, he put a quick end to these formalities. But here, he wasn't in

command. So, he'd just have to put up with it.

 

"At ease," Trent finally said. "Captain Chisulo, it's good to see everything is in 

capable hands here."

 

"Thank you for the compliment, Captain." Tedros replied.

 

"I need to speak with you. There's a situation that has developed," Trent said.

 

Chisulo closed the report he was reading so that he could give his entire attention

to Captain Rodgers. His demeanor was obviously warranting it. 

 

"The admiral has placed Aeran III under a planetwide quarantine for medicial reasons.

We will need all of our ships in the system to enforce it. I have already spoken their 

captains of the situation. This is no drill."

Chisulo rubbed at his chin. "What ships, Captain?"

"The Magellan has just returned from Padassa and will be available along with the

Quasar and Qashqai. The Magellan will be led ship in this effort. I want to keep the

Hindenburg and Valiant on stand-by just in case the Rommies pick this moment to

pay us a visit."

Chisulo nodded. "They should suffice, they are excellent commanders." The Captain

tapped on his console and pulled up a diagram of UNITY's squadrons. "Should I

scramble the squadrons to aide in the patrols, Captain?" Chisulo asked. "The

Valkyries should be fast enough to intercept any vessels within the gravity well."

"Very well. Fighters will be used to intercept with capital ships intervening just in case

someone decides they want to break quarantine. Work out a patrol schedule."

 

"Aye sir." Chisulo nodded while typing in a few notes on a padd. "I will notify the Wing

Commanders immediately and place all UNITY personnel on Alert status. I there

anything else, sir?"

"No. Except to keep a close eye on the planet. This may end up being nothing. But if

this is something more, then we can not allow one potentally infected person to spread

... whatever it is to another planet."

 

Chisulo nodded as Trent turned and exited ops.

 

 

Captain Trent Rodgers
XO, 1st TF, SSF Command
XO, SB 234: UNITY

 

and

 

Captain Tedros Chisulo

Chief Strategic Operations Officer

1st TF, SB 234

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