Tuesday, January 20, 2009

[USS Chimera] SD: 240901.20 Duty Log Cmdr. Wellington

=/\= Counselor's Quarters =/\= 
Athena sat at the desk in her quarters and typed a few notes down.  She left that screen laying flat on the desk top, but open so that she can readily access it thoughts for her report to the Captain. 
 
TO: Captain Cropa Rojac
From: Commander Athena Wellington
 
RE: Prisoner Interrogation -  Mr Terrh
 
Although I believe it is true that the prisoner would prefer to solve any situation he is in without force; I could not determine if his discipleship was genuine.  I did sense that he is capable of great violence. 
 
 
Athena got up and made a couple circuits around the living space as she thought about how to word what she wanted to convey next.  She finished the second round at the small replicator that could handle drink and a few light meals.  She retrieved a hot tea from the replicator before returning to her desk.  She set the drink on her desk and it looked as if it were the anchor to the open notes page.
 
 
He is not concerned in the slightest about being interrogated by Starfleet Intelligence or what methods might be used.  Given the sudden suicide of one of the other prisoners, one might conclude that there still could be a hidden poison pellet on the prisoner where he could end his own life at his own discretion.   
 
 
Athena picked up her cup and took a sip as she referenced her page of notes.  She leaned back in the chair; her fingers tapping the cup as she mentally organized her next thoughts.  She leaned forward taking another sip of the beverage that was now almost tepid. 
 
 
At the barest mention of the Breen, a thought that came to mind with something I sensed, got a reaction from Mr. Terrh.  I will not speculate beyond this.  One last item that seems off is the directness of his stare... it reminds me of someone who is not quite of one mind, but this is speculation on my part.
 
Athena sat back and reread the report in its entirety.  As she leaned forward to pick her cup up again, she nodded and pressed the send button.  The report would go directly to the Captain and copies would follow to necessary parties.  She took another sip from her cup and ended up spitting out the now cold beverage. 
=/\=End Log =/\=
 
Commander Athena Wellington
Chief Counselor
USS Chimera-C



Monday, January 19, 2009

[USS Chimera] 240901.20, Joint Duty Log, Cdr Bren Ohmsford and Cdr Rick Rodgers

= SB Unity - Main Engineering =

Bren stepped onto the floor of Unity's large Main Engineering complex and walked
over to the massive MSD that covered the entire starbase. Since he was assigned
to fetch the shipyard at the Tarangor System by Commodore Guzman, he knew he
would need some help with the project, and he could think of no one better than
Commander Rodgers to help him with it.

Walking towards the MSD he kept an eye open for Commander Utley, but didn't see
her. He stopped in front of the tall display screen in the centre of the floor and took
a closer look at the current display which was a detailed display of the EPS network.
He turned to walk to his right when suddenly a woman appeared from the other side
of the screen and gasped.

Chloe had been talking to one of her engineers on her communicator, and not paying
attention,

+tap+ "I know we're having problems with ..." she felt her heart skip a beat, then took
a deep breath. "Lieutenant, I'll have to get back with you."

She looked at Bren, surprised to see the task force science adviser.

"Sir?"
"Sorry to have startled you, Commander Utley. How is everything going down here in
Engineering?" Bren asked as he slipped his hands in his pockets and looked around.
"Everything is going well," she replied, knowing deep down that wasn't completely the
truth.

'Cover your own ass,' she thought.

"I'm actually looking for Commander Rodgers. Have you seen him around by any
chance?"
'Rodgers, huh?' she thought with disdain.

"I'm ... I'm not certain of his whereabouts," she answered, then yelled out to a passing
officer. "Lieutenant Farralon, do you know where Commander Rodgers is?"

"He's working on the emitters in Cargo Bay 2 as you ordered," he said.

"Oh," was her reply, then looked up at Bren. "Cargo Bay 2."

"Thank you," Bren replied with a nod and then turned to leave, but then quickly turned
as he remembered what he was supposed to tell her. "Oh, I've been assigned Acting
Engineering Advisor for the time being. I'd like to discuss Unity's Engineering department
with you, but I have an assignment that will take me away from the base for a couple
of days, so that will have to wait for now. Until then you can continue to report to
Colonel PontBrillant. Oh, and I need to borrow Commander Rodgers for the assignment;
I hope you don't mind."

"Of course," Chloe replied.

'You can keep him as long as you want,' she considered adding, but thought better of it.

"Good," Bren grinned, not sure if she appreciated the sentiment. "I'll see you when I get
back then, Commander. Have a good day."
"You too," she said, not really caring one way or the other.

 
= SB Unity - Cargo Bay 2 =

Bren wandered into Cargo Bay 2 looking for Rick a few minutes later. As one of the
hundred-plus cargo bays of the starbase, Cargo Bay looked pretty much like any other,
except traffic through it was a little quieter while the engineers - or in this case, Rick -
was busy working on the emitters. He spotted the former Chief at a maintenance
terminal near the far wall and headed towards him. It was nothing less than a miracle
that he had been able to recover so quick, and Bren was glad to see the engineer back
on duty again.
Rick had the original emitter work finished an hour or so ago and was now making
improvements, not only to the emitters but to the cargo bay transporters.

"Commander Rodgers," Bren said as he approached, suddenly wondering if Rick would
remember him. "How are you doing?"
"Commander Ohmsford!" Rick turned and smiled to see the familiar face. "I doing good.
And you?"

"I can't complain," Bren replied, glad Rick remembered him. He seemed somehow different,
though Bren couldn't place his finger on exactly why. But it was to be expected there
would be some changes to him after what had happened. "Well, I suppose I can but then
we'd be here all day."

"What I can do for you?" Rick asked, then shook his head. "I mean what ... can ... I ... do
for you?"

"I need your help with an assignment," Bren explained. "About three light years from here
is the Tarangor System. It's an old white dwarf with a planetary nebula that has a derelict
Starfleet outpost stationed there. Along with the outpost is a dockyard that Commodore
Guzman would like to have towed here. I'll need an experienced engineer to help me assess
the condition of both the yard and the outpost. What do you say?"
"Sounds like fun," Rick said, feeling excited about the possibility about such a mission.
"When we start?"

"We can be ready to leave in about six hours," Bren said. "We'll be taking the Qashqai. The
Rapier and a tug from the Corps of Engineers will be accompanying us. Six hours enough for
you to get your things together?"

"Plenty time. Commander Utley be glad to get me out her ... of her hair."

"Excellent, I'll see you then commander," Bren grinned.
 
 
Commander Bren Ohmsford
Science Advisor & temp. Engineering Advisor
1st Task Force, SSF Command
 
and
 
Commander Rick Rodgers
Engineering Officer
Starbase Unity
 
and
 
Lieutenant Commander Chloe Utley (npc by Rick)
Acting Chief Engineering Officer
Starbase Unity


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[USS Chimera] 240901.20, Joint Duty Log, Cdr Rick Rodgers

= SB Unity - Main Engineering =

Bren stepped onto the floor of Unity's large Main Engineering complex and walked
over to the massive MSD that covered the entire starbase. Since he was assigned
to fetch the shipyard at the Tarangor System by Commodore Guzman, he knew he
would need some help with the project, and he could think of no one better than
Commander Rodgers to help him with it.

Walking towards the MSD he kept an eye open for Commander Utley, but didn't see
her. He stopped in front of the tall display screen in the centre of the floor and took
a closer look at the current display which was a detailed display of the EPS network.
He turned to walk to his right when suddenly a woman appeared from the other side
of the screen and gasped.

Chloe had been talking to one of her engineers on her communicator, and not paying
attention,

+tap+ "I know we're having problems with ..." she felt her heart skip a beat, then took
a deep breath. "Lieutenant, I'll have to get back with you."

She looked at Bren, surprised to see the task force science adviser.

"Sir?"
"Sorry to have startled you, Commander Utley. How is everything going down here in
Engineering?" Bren asked as he slipped his hands in his pockets and looked around.
"Everything is going well," she replied, knowing deep down that wasn't completely the
truth.

'Cover your own ass,' she thought.

"I'm actually looking for Commander Rodgers. Have you seen him around by any
chance?"
'Rodgers, huh?' she thought with disdain.

"I'm ... I'm not certain of his whereabouts," she answered, then yelled out to a passing
officer. "Lieutenant Farralon, do you know where Commander Rodgers is?"

"He's working on the emitters in Cargo Bay 2 as you ordered," he said.

"Oh," was her reply, then looked up at Bren. "Cargo Bay 2."

"Thank you," Bren replied with a nod and then turned to leave, but then quickly turned
as he remembered what he was supposed to tell her. "Oh, I've been assigned Acting
Engineering Advisor for the time being. I'd like to discuss Unity's Engineering department
with you, but I have an assignment that will take me away from the base for a couple
of days, so that will have to wait for now. Until then you can continue to report to
Colonel PontBrillant. Oh, and I need to borrow Commander Rodgers for the assignment;
I hope you don't mind."

"Of course," Chloe replied.

'You can keep him as long as you want,' she considered adding, but thought better of it.

"Good," Bren grinned, not sure if she appreciated the sentiment. "I'll see you when I get
back then, Commander. Have a good day."
"You too," she said, not really caring one way or the other.

 
= SB Unity - Cargo Bay 2 =

Bren wandered into Cargo Bay 2 looking for Rick a few minutes later. As one of the
hundred-plus cargo bays of the starbase, Cargo Bay looked pretty much like any other,
except traffic through it was a little quieter while the engineers - or in this case, Rick -
was busy working on the emitters. He spotted the former Chief at a maintenance
terminal near the far wall and headed towards him. It was nothing less than a miracle
that he had been able to recover so quick, and Bren was glad to see the engineer back
on duty again.
Rick had the original emitter work finished an hour or so ago and was now making
improvements, not only to the emitters but to the cargo bay transporters.

"Commander Rodgers," Bren said as he approached, suddenly wondering if Rick would
remember him. "How are you doing?"
"Commander Ohmsford!" Rick turned and smiled to see the familiar face. "I doing good.
And you?"

"I can't complain," Bren replied, glad Rick remembered him. He seemed somehow different,
though Bren couldn't place his finger on exactly why. But it was to be expected there
would be some changes to him after what had happened. "Well, I suppose I can but then
we'd be here all day."

"What I can do for you?" Rick asked, then shook his head. "I mean what ... can ... I ... do
for you?"

"I need your help with an assignment," Bren explained. "About three light years from here
is the Tarangor System. It's an old white dwarf with a planetary nebula that has a derelict
Starfleet outpost stationed there. Along with the outpost is a dockyard that Commodore
Guzman would like to have towed here. I'll need an experienced engineer to help me assess
the condition of both the yard and the outpost. What do you say?"
"Sounds like fun," Rick said, feeling excited about the possibility about such a mission.
"When we start?"

"We can be ready to leave in about six hours," Bren said. "We'll be taking the Qashqai. The
Rapier and a tug from the Corps of Engineers will be accompanying us. Six hours enough for
you to get your things together?"

"Plenty time. Commander Utley be glad to get me out her ... of her hair."

"Excellent, I'll see you then commander," Bren grinned.
 
 
Commander Bren Ohmsford
Science Advisor & temp. Engineering Advisor
1st Task Force, SSF Command
 
and
 
Commander Rick Rodgers
Engineering Officer
Starbase Unity
 
and
 
Lieutenant Commander Chloe Utley (npc by Rick)
Acting Chief Engineering Officer
Starbase Unity


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[USS Chimera] SD 240901.19 Joint Log, Cmdrs Trzetrzelewska (XO) & Wellington (CCns)

= Main Brig =

Athena arrived at the brig only to be stopped by a couple of rather large looking men.  She stated her business, but still they barred her progress.

"I'm sorry, Commander," the guard said to Athena. "Commander Trzetrzelewska ordered that no one be allowed inside without her permission."

Athena poked the burly man's chest with her index finger, "Well, I suggest you go and get her permission because the Captain just ordered me here to help... and unless you want me to flip you flat on your back and then have you explain it to the captain from there you'll move you ass through those doors and tell the Commander I'm here." 

"Um... all right, please wait a second," the guard replied, visibly nervous as he went to the door.

Natalia looked towards the door as it opened and saw the guard standing on the other side and behind him Commander Wellington. "Yes?" she said calmly.

"Commander Wellington has been sent by the captain to verify the statement of the prisoner," the guard whispered in Natalia's ear. She suspected the Romulan probably heard him as well; their hearing was very keen.

Natalia just nodded and waited until Athena stepped inside. "Commander," she greeted Athena. "Meet Mr Terrh."

Athena entered the room and gave the prisoner a very intense once over and continued to stare at him with her clear blues eyes.  A small tilt of her head was the only greeting that was forth coming.
 
The Romulan returned her greeting with a similar slight nod. Outside he was as calm as ever, but he suspected she was probably a telepath of some sort at the guards whispered instruction to the XO which began to unsettle him every so slightly.

"He was just telling me about the Romulan Unificationists," Natalia explained to Athena while keeping her eyes on Terrh. "He tells me that there are still quite a few of them left, but that most of them have gone underground in recent years."

"Sounds very interesting," Athena replied not adjusting her gaze in the slightest.

"I still wonder, Mr Terrh, why it is that a Unificationist is working for the Tal'Shiar?" Natalia questioned him.

"We do not trust the Tal'Shiar, Commander," Terrh replied without delay. "We have been questioning their motives behind the attack on the Federation. It is unclear to us why they have been so eager to go to war."

"No one trusts the Tal'Shiar," Natalia replied flatly. "I'm not even sure the Romulan Senate does."

"A keen observation, Commander," Terrh said with a nod.

Athena made a hand movement suggesting that Natalia not give the man anymore information to work with.  Keeping her glacial gaze steady on her target, she asked, "And what Are your observations?"  She wasn't quite buying his story and everything he said and his reactions toward her kept giving her little bits of knowledge.
 
Terrh looked at Athena. Her appearance, which would have been enough to distract a male member of almost any species, was of no interest to him; it was her eyes he was looking at. "My observations, Commander, is that you are an empath, or maybe a telepath. Deltan... no, Betazoid? And your purpose here is to discern whether or not I'm telling the truth?"

Athena's expression didn't change.  {There's something familiar... a feeling  ...a thought.}  The silence ticked by as she flipped through her thoughts.  {Need more... I know this from.... } 
 
Natalia watched the exchange between the prisoner and the counselor closely. It was obvious something was going on, but just what exactly that was, she didn't know. She got the feeling Athena's mind was working much harder than her expression was revealing.
 
The counselor showed no signs that she even heard what the prisoner had said and the silence was becoming almost uncomfortable. "Which would you prefer," she finally asked.
 
"Mind-reading is a dangerous business," Terrh simply replied. "You can't always be sure if what you're reading is the truth."

Sensing that this was going to turn into a game of cryptic dialogue tennis, Natalia said, "I'm still waiting to hear what you're doing on this ship, Mr Terrh."

"That I can't reveal," he answered, his face calm.

"It doesn't matter anyway," Natalia sighed exasperatedly, placing an arm on her hip. "Starfleet Intelligence will deal with you, and I can assure you they will extract the information out of you, whether you want to give it or not."

There was a flash of something that caused the word, "Breen," to slip as a whisper past Athena's lips.

Natalia caught a flash of annoyance passing across the face of Terrh and she knew Athena had hit a nerve. The Breen... the missing Quasar... Antigonis. What would he have to do with that?

"I think this conversation has come to an end for now," Natalia said to Terrh. "If there's anything more you'd like to say... you know where to find us."

She touched Athena's elbow and the two walked towards the door, leaving Terrh watching after them closely. Natalia could feel his eyes burning into her back. The door slid open and they stepped outside, letting the guards back in.

"Watch him, closely..." Natalia told them quietly. "Thank you," she said to Athena, who nodded back. It would be interesting to read the counselor's report on the interrogation, she thought.

= End Log =

Commander Natalia Trzetrzelewska
Executive Officer
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Commander Athena Wellington
Chief Counselor
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USS Chimera NCC 96899-C