[USS Chimera] SD 240811.16 Duty Log [Starbase 234] Lt. JG Tom Jardan (CSEC)

[Starbase 234] *** security office***   Tommy walked up to the podium and looked at the assembled security crew. He was not happy withn what he saw. He only counted 30 specialists and was hoping for more.To his right stood chief johnson, who was also a little discouraged. With so little numbers it would be hard to both maintain security for both the Erassian delegation and the station itself.   " Thank you all for coming. I will be brief. Over the next few weeks I will be setting a schedule for all shifts regarding your assignments. Needless to say, we all will be working doubles. I am sorry for this. Until replacements start to arrive here at the station, we are the first line of defense. I have faith in each and every one of you." Tommy cleared his throut.   " We are also responsible for the safety of our guests. We have seen them come to help us, so now it is our turn to help them be safe to carry on forward. Now for some good news. Spc Gordon, front and center." Tommy watched as Gordon strode forward. " Gordon, you have demonstrated the best of mankind, no, starfleet has to offer. You are hereby promoted to the rank of Petty Officer Third Class. Congradulations. You are also hereby given the Kragite Order of Heroism. MasterChief Johnson, you are promoted to the position Master of Arms." Tommy smiled " Let these men's actions serve to inspire us all. Dismissed."   End Log Lieutenant Junior Grade Tom Jardan Chief of Security USS Chimera-C ( Soon to be)

[USS Chimera] ||STARBASE 234|| 240811.16, Joint Duty Log, Cdr Rick Rodgers & ALt JG Gustav Kroitzer

"Paul Howorth" <palsh963@gmail.com> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:

=Starbase 234=

<<SNIP>>

"OK, we all know what we need to do. Lets make it happen," Rick concluded,
not needing to dismiss anyone. "Gustav, Tobok … stay behind for a moment."

With the meeting concluded, he pulled his two engineers from the Chimera
aside, to a more secluded location.

"OK, here's what's going to happen," Rick said in a low tone. "A number of
sensors are going to be deployed from a couple of runabouts. These sensors
are going to be dummy sensors, deployed closer to the starbase. We want the
Romulans to believe that this is our sensor network."

Gustav nodded while listening intently to what Rick was saying.

"Our actual sensor network will extend just inside the netural zone,
or what's left
of it. The difference with these sensors will be that they'll be
cloaked," Rick said.
"Only a handful of people, including you two, will know this."

Still listening Gustav wondered who else know of this plan but then
shrugged off theneed to know and blamed it on his natural curiosity.

"The ship deploying these sensors will look as if they are on a simple
patrol," Rick
said. "By then, the decoy sensor network will have already been deployed, so
the Rommies shouldn't be the wiser. That's why we're keeping this as much of a
secert as possible. We'll be able to see the Romulans when they don't think they
are in our sensor range."

Gustav realising how volitile this sector could become saw the
necessity in setting up the new sensor network and thought that the
fact the sensors will be cloaked was almost genius.

"Guys, I'm trusting you with this because, with the expection of Commander
Kordova, I don't know the engineers from the starbase or the other
starships well
enough. Any questions?"

"No questions from me Rick" Gustav said undestanding the importance of
keeping this quite.

"Well, then. Good luck," Rick said.

Commander Rick Rodgers
Chief Engineering Officer
U.S.S. Chimera

&

Act. Lieutenant JG Gustav Kroitzer
Deputy Cheif Engineering Officer
USS Chimera – C (soon to be)

[USS Chimera] SD 240811.16 || Personal Log || Capt Cropa Rojac ||

[Personal Quarters - SB 234 - UNITY - Aeran III]

A layer of icing fell into the sink bowl beneath Cropa as he wiped at his face with the towel in his hands. Mushroom pie was hard to get out, and was made increasingly more difficult with the addition of facial hair. As Rojac was meticulously picking the bits of pie from between the follicles he heard his computer chime with a message.

"Computer." He said aloud. "Transfer call to the restroom."

The system beeped in acknowledgment, and he saw a flashing icon appear on the mirror below his face. He stepped back wiped some more icing from his nose, and pressed the box. It expanded to cover his face, and the text appeared before him.

It was a status report from the Bragg Shipyards regarding his new ship. The ship would be ready in two weeks, and they were requesting he send some people for final inspections before delivery. In truth, Rojac had already designated his team leaders for that excursion. 1Lt Jade Reese, his new Chief of Operations, and (A)LtJG Gustav Kroitzer, his Deputy Chief Engineer, were in charge of the crew team for final inspections, and would accompany the project director on the delivery. And the project director was none other than Rojac's former Commanding Officer, Commander Bren Ohmsford.

Rojac smiled at the thought of Bren, now the only Captain of a Chimera that hadn't had his ship destroyed. That was quite an accomplishment. But Bren was meant for more than Starship command, he was Fleet material, and went on to be the Deputy Director of SSF Research and Development. Now it seemed that the War was calling Ohmsford back to a more direct form of service, where his experience would be more valuable to the war effort.

Rojac quickly typed up a memo to Reese and Kroitzer and told them to contact Commander Ohmsford to schedule a meeting. He had scheduled a runabout to transport them to Bragg, with a departure time at 1300 hours the next day. 

When he was done, he swiveled around in his chair and checked out the view from his viewport of Aeran III below. It was a beautiful planet, and Rojac wished he could have spent more time there. He thought of purchasing some land on the water somewhere, and setting up a  dock with a sailboat, and exploring the waters. Perhaps after the war, he told himself. Perhaps.

[End Log]

Captain Cropa Rojac

Commanding Officer

USS Chimera NCC 96899-C (In Production)

[USS Chimera] SD240811.16 -- Personal Log -- LtCol PontBrillant

Pierre-luc Denis <pldenis@gmail.com> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:

>

> <<Might be a little dark, but I needed to log & develop an event in
> Vlimar's life>>
>
> == BACKLOG - PRE TIMESKIP - Post Awards Ceremony ==
>
> Vlimar smiled as he left the Shuttle Bay. Being named Deputy
> Commander of the Starbase was not expect, therefore, pleasing. He
> though about the position for a while and had a chance to talk to
> Shane after the Ceremony. Basically, Shane layed out his desires and
> hopes for his Deputy.
>
> Vlimar walked towards the Temporary Command Centre. Entering the
> deck, Vlimar smiled. His name was actually written aside of "Deputy
> Commanding Office". It was made clear also that Vlimar would still
> hold the position of Strategic Operations Advisor, along with his
> new duties. So, in a way, Vlimar would have 2 offices, one in the
> Strategic Operations deck and one on the Command deck.
>
> Vlimar entered his temporary new office and sat on the chair. The
> office was small and very anti feng shui. But, it was temporary. The
> Command Deck was schedule to be ready within the week. So, Vlimar
> typed on the monitor in front of him.
>
> +ACCESS DENIED+
>
> Vlimar laughed. Lost in his thoughs, he forgot to take "Command" of
> his position.
>
> "Computer, Lieutenant-Colonel Vlimar PontBrillant, taking Deputy
> Commander position, Authorization Pont-Omega-2-9-Epsilon."
>
> +Lieutenant Colonel Vlimar PontBrillant is now the Deputy Commander
> of Starbase 234+
>
> Vlimar typed on the monitor again, accessing it. "Computer, begin
> log.", he said.
>
> "
> Stardate 240811.16, Deputy Commander personal log.
>
> I've been promoted to the Deputy Commander position aboard the
> Starbase on today's date. I was not expecting the position, but I am
> gladly taking it. Captain Chisulo was moved as the Tactic Advisor, a
> position that he will fill with competence and zeal, I am sure.
>
> (silence)
>
> It's going to be 5 years, tomorrow, that Valerie-Anne left this
> world. I cannot express how deeply I miss her. My dear angel.
> (Vlimar's head hung down). Everything I do now is to prevent other
> children dying before their parents. And, for the rest of me, I will
> defend this value until my turn comes.
>
> Something stayed on my mind since that day. When Mindy looked at me
> and said that she would never be able to see me, without thinking of
> Valerie-Anne. I think, that day, my heart was permanentely broken
> into millions of pieces that only total dedication into something
> bigger would help me cope with.
>
> (another silence)
>
> I miss my daughter. I miss...
>
> (another silence)
>
> "Computer, end log."
>
> Vlimar stayed still for a few minutes. He intended to do a
> constructive log, for once. But Valerie-Anne's angel face came back
> to his mind. He remembered that, 5 years ago, he opened a monitor
> after coming back into Federation Space from being dark (on a
> mission) for more than a month and he saw the message that mearly
> destroyed his life. His daughter died, his wife did not wanted to be
> remembered the pain, so she left him. Vlimar let her go, being
> unable to find the right words to reassure her. Mindy left Earth and
> never returned.
>
> Vlimar visited his daughter's grave once. The pain of that visit was
> overwhelming and was still fresh on his heart, enough for him to
> never wanting to return back. He asked forgiveness to Valerie-Anne
> so many times, but was not expecting an answer anymore.
>
> Eventually, Vlimar looked back at the monitor. He pulled up the crew
> manifest, studying who's who and who's doing what. The learning
> phase started. The grief was over.
>
> == END LOG ==
>
> Lieutenant-Colonel Vlimar PontBrillant
> Deputy Commander
> 1st Task Force, SSF Command
> Starbase 234 : UNITY
>
>