=Outpost R-12=
=Tarangor Shipyards=
=Tarangor System=
Rick's transporter pattern appeared near a group of security personnel
from the Raptor, who had already secured the area. They all wore EVA
suits since the facility had no power, hence no life support or environmental
systems.
It was also dark, with only small portable lights being carried by the new
arrivals giving off any light.
"I hate wearing these things," Jo Weathersby said, standing to Rick.
"You not need to be here," Rick said. "Your place is on Qashqai."
"Yeah, well, I couldn't pass up this opportunity," she countered.
'I also need to keep an eye on you just in case,' she thought.
"Thought you believed better to use this place as target practice," Rick
said.
"True, and I still do. But I also find these old relics interesting. Now,
which way?"
Rick pointed his light to a darkened corridor, "This way."
Rick motioned as if he was going to lead the way, but one of the
security officers stepped in front of him.
"Sorry, sir, but we have no idea what could be down that way. One
of my people will take point," the security officer said.
"Fine ... Lieutenant ..."
"Sidda," the security officer said.
"Sidda. Well, lead the way," Rick said, not wanting an argument, even
though he had his own phaser and knew well enough how to use it.
One of Sidda's crewmen took point as the small team of security and
engineering personnel slowly made their way down the dark corridor.
After a few minutes, they arrived at a partially opened turbolift hatch.
"We need to go down a deck," Rick said. "Reactor down there."
Sidda nodded, having his people force the doors open. After shining a
light down the lift tube, he ordered a couple of his people to climb down.
The others waited for what seemed like an eternity until the two security
crewmen gave the all clear. They all climbed down, two at a time, which
took time. When they had all made it to the lower deck, Rick flashed his
light to his left.
"Reactor a few meters that way," Rick said.
They arrived at the reactor room a minute or so later. Several lights
shined in the direction of the large reactor.
"Time to get to work," Rick said, placing his tool kit on a small table next
to the reactor.
He scanned it with his tricorder and nodded.
"Not too bad. Offline for a few decades. Still good shape."
He looked back at the others.
"Jo, man reactor control console," he said, then pointed to one of the
Jameson's engineers. "You ... what you name?"
"Bullaoff," the engineer replied. "Ensign Bullaoff."
"Bullaoff, you assist me. Do as I say. Got it," Rick said.
Bullaoff just nodded.
Rick got to work. He smiled, hoping that the ensign didn't notice through
the head gear he was wearing. Rick was in his element, not just tinkering
with power relays or transporter emitters, but real engineering work. The
kind of thing that made engineers miracle workers.
Several minutes went by and Rick worked at a quick, but careful pace.
Almost an hour later, he and Bullaoff backed away from the reactor.
"Try it now, Jo," he said.
She nodded and worked the controls. After a couple of minutes of trying,
she shook her head.
"Nothing," she said.
Rick grunted something before returning to the reactor. Several minutes
went by with him looking it over in great detail.
"I see problem," Rick said as he went back to work.
When he backed away a few minutes later, he nodded to Jo.
She nodded back and again worked the controls. This time, lights in the
room began to flicker. When the flickering stopped and everything went
dark again, Rick felt as if he was going to scream.
Then, the lights returned, this time they no longer flickered. Rick smiled,
walking up to the control panel next to Jo.
"We should have power to most of the shipyard and station," Jo said.
"There seems to be considerable damage to the lower levels of the station.
Besides that, everything seems to check out. We should also have life
support, so we can take these damn things off."
Rick grinned, taking off his head gear and taking a deep breath.
+tap+ "Rodgers to Qashqai. Reactor online."
Commander Rick Rodgers
Engineering Officer
Starbase Unity
and
Chief Petty Officer Jo Weathersby (npc by Rick)
Chief Engineer
U.S.S. Qashqai
and
other npcs by Rick
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Tuesday, January 27, 2009
[USS Chimera] 240901.27 | Tarangor Mission | Duty Log, Cdr Rick Rodgers
=Engineering Section=
=U.S.S. Qashqai=
Standing next to Jo Weathersby, Rick looked over the holographic
image of the ship yard that was currently abandoned in the Tarangor
System.
"Looks like a relic," Jo said.
"Maybe old, but still can do job," Rick responded. "Many of systems
basically same use ... same we use today."
"Seems like a waste of time. We'd be better off using it for target
practice. I mean, it's over fifty years old. I don't think my mother
was even born yet when they built this thing."
Rick shook his head, "Still useful. Especially with war. Even a couple
more squadrons of fighters or 'nother Defiant could be big help. With
a little work, more maybe possible."
"If you say so," she said. "I'm just glad to be going out on a mission
that doesn't involve us being thrown directly into a fight or bring fired
upon. For once, I'm caught up on repairs and I'd like to keep it that
way for as long as possible."
"Romulans could still attack us. Not that far from Rommie space."
She turned to look at Rick, "You sure know how to put a nice, positive
spin on things, don'tcha."
"I just realistic. Know how things happen."
"Well, I'm going to live in my little fantasy world ... at least for a
couple more days," she walked back to her main workstation. "So, how
did your wife take it with you going out on this trip?"
"Not well," Rick answered. "But she understand. I worried that she
too worried about me."
"She IS your wife," Jo stated.
Rick nodded, "Still, I can't worry all time about blackouts if I to ... if I'm
to get back to normal duties."
He turned off the holographic image.
"We arrive soon. I need to be on bridge," he said.
"See ya later," she replied as Rick exited the engineering section.
Commander Rick Rodgers
Engineering Officer
Starbase Unity
and
Chief Petty Officer Jo Weathersby (npc by Rick)
Chief Engineer
U.S.S. Qashqai
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=U.S.S. Qashqai=
Standing next to Jo Weathersby, Rick looked over the holographic
image of the ship yard that was currently abandoned in the Tarangor
System.
"Looks like a relic," Jo said.
"Maybe old, but still can do job," Rick responded. "Many of systems
basically same use ... same we use today."
"Seems like a waste of time. We'd be better off using it for target
practice. I mean, it's over fifty years old. I don't think my mother
was even born yet when they built this thing."
Rick shook his head, "Still useful. Especially with war. Even a couple
more squadrons of fighters or 'nother Defiant could be big help. With
a little work, more maybe possible."
"If you say so," she said. "I'm just glad to be going out on a mission
that doesn't involve us being thrown directly into a fight or bring fired
upon. For once, I'm caught up on repairs and I'd like to keep it that
way for as long as possible."
"Romulans could still attack us. Not that far from Rommie space."
She turned to look at Rick, "You sure know how to put a nice, positive
spin on things, don'tcha."
"I just realistic. Know how things happen."
"Well, I'm going to live in my little fantasy world ... at least for a
couple more days," she walked back to her main workstation. "So, how
did your wife take it with you going out on this trip?"
"Not well," Rick answered. "But she understand. I worried that she
too worried about me."
"She IS your wife," Jo stated.
Rick nodded, "Still, I can't worry all time about blackouts if I to ... if I'm
to get back to normal duties."
He turned off the holographic image.
"We arrive soon. I need to be on bridge," he said.
"See ya later," she replied as Rick exited the engineering section.
Commander Rick Rodgers
Engineering Officer
Starbase Unity
and
Chief Petty Officer Jo Weathersby (npc by Rick)
Chief Engineer
U.S.S. Qashqai
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[USS Chimera] SD 240901.27 | Tarangor Mission | Duty Log, Cmdr Ohmsford (1TF Sci/Eng)
= Bridge - USS Qashqai =
"Commander, we're arriving at the Tarangor System," 1st Lieutenant Siashon said from the helm console. The journey to Tarangor had been a quick, barely taking 3 hours at low warp. Two ships were accompanying the Qashqai: the USS Rapier and the USS Jameson. The latter was a tugship assigned to Unity from the Corps of Engineers while the former was there for protection.
"Take us out of warp, Lieutenant. Set a course for the outpost," Bren ordered and a moment later the ship dropped out of warp and the system came into view. The Tarangor System was a beautiful sight to behold. A twinkling old white dwarf that died millions of years before lit up the interior of the crimson planetary nebula that was visible for light years in every direction. It was a common sight from Unity and on Aeran III during the nighttime.
The Regula class design that was Outpost R-12 loomed closer on the small viewscreen of the Defiant class and the shipyard appeared in the distance a few minutes later.
"Having trouble with the long range sensors, Commander," Commander Rodgers said from the Ops console where he was monitoring the Qashqai's systems and the sensors.
Bren nodded. "It's to be expected. The nebula is abundant in heavy metals but interferes with some sensor frequencies." The system was well within Federation space, but still close enough to both the Klingon and Romulan Empires that they had to remain on their guard. It was an ideal hiding place for ships.
"We're within transporter range, sir," the Tellarite helm officer reported.
"All stop," Bren ordered. "Signal the Rapier to patrol the perimeter and the Jameson to stand by."
"Commander Rodgers," Bren said as he stood up from his chair. "I'd like you to investigate the shipyard's reactor and try to get the operations systems going. Once that's done, I'll take a team to access the control centre. We need to know what's functional and if the yard will survive a trip at warp. A security team from the Rapier will accompany you and if you need additional Engineers I'm sure the Jameson can spare a few."
-
A few hours later found Bren sitting at the science station studying the layout of the shipyard and occasionally glancing at the specs of the station. Outpost R-12 had been abandoned in late 2367 when the experimental reactor that had been installed malfunctioned and had to be jettisoned. The resulting explosion destroyed some of the lower decks and left the station partially uninhabitable and without a power source. With the station unable to support the shipyard, the entire project was abandoned and the two structures left derelict.
The shipyard contained some advanced technology for its time and had been built to construct Defiant class ships which would help guard against the looming Borg threat. The Defiant Project was still in development phase then and it had been hoped that R-12 would not only provide additional Defiant ships but also keep an eye on the Romulan Empire, which was suspiciously quiet in the 2360's. The station had scientific laboratories that were intended to conduct research into nanotechnology and assimilation reversal, but they were never implemented.
When the Borg advanced to Sector 001, R-12 was under review for being reactivated, but then the Dominion War broke out and plans were abandoned. With the Borg threat eliminated in the Delta Quadrant, plans to reactivate R-12 was permanently shelved as more pressing matters priortised Federation resources.
"Sir," Lieutenant Siashon said from the helm console as she turned towards Bren. "The Rapier is hailing us; Commander Telson would like to speak with you. He says it's urgent."
= End Log =
Commander Bren Ohmsford
Science & Act. Engineering Advisor
1st Task Force, SSF
"Commander, we're arriving at the Tarangor System," 1st Lieutenant Siashon said from the helm console. The journey to Tarangor had been a quick, barely taking 3 hours at low warp. Two ships were accompanying the Qashqai: the USS Rapier and the USS Jameson. The latter was a tugship assigned to Unity from the Corps of Engineers while the former was there for protection.
"Take us out of warp, Lieutenant. Set a course for the outpost," Bren ordered and a moment later the ship dropped out of warp and the system came into view. The Tarangor System was a beautiful sight to behold. A twinkling old white dwarf that died millions of years before lit up the interior of the crimson planetary nebula that was visible for light years in every direction. It was a common sight from Unity and on Aeran III during the nighttime.
The Regula class design that was Outpost R-12 loomed closer on the small viewscreen of the Defiant class and the shipyard appeared in the distance a few minutes later.
"Having trouble with the long range sensors, Commander," Commander Rodgers said from the Ops console where he was monitoring the Qashqai's systems and the sensors.
Bren nodded. "It's to be expected. The nebula is abundant in heavy metals but interferes with some sensor frequencies." The system was well within Federation space, but still close enough to both the Klingon and Romulan Empires that they had to remain on their guard. It was an ideal hiding place for ships.
"We're within transporter range, sir," the Tellarite helm officer reported.
"All stop," Bren ordered. "Signal the Rapier to patrol the perimeter and the Jameson to stand by."
"Commander Rodgers," Bren said as he stood up from his chair. "I'd like you to investigate the shipyard's reactor and try to get the operations systems going. Once that's done, I'll take a team to access the control centre. We need to know what's functional and if the yard will survive a trip at warp. A security team from the Rapier will accompany you and if you need additional Engineers I'm sure the Jameson can spare a few."
-
A few hours later found Bren sitting at the science station studying the layout of the shipyard and occasionally glancing at the specs of the station. Outpost R-12 had been abandoned in late 2367 when the experimental reactor that had been installed malfunctioned and had to be jettisoned. The resulting explosion destroyed some of the lower decks and left the station partially uninhabitable and without a power source. With the station unable to support the shipyard, the entire project was abandoned and the two structures left derelict.
The shipyard contained some advanced technology for its time and had been built to construct Defiant class ships which would help guard against the looming Borg threat. The Defiant Project was still in development phase then and it had been hoped that R-12 would not only provide additional Defiant ships but also keep an eye on the Romulan Empire, which was suspiciously quiet in the 2360's. The station had scientific laboratories that were intended to conduct research into nanotechnology and assimilation reversal, but they were never implemented.
When the Borg advanced to Sector 001, R-12 was under review for being reactivated, but then the Dominion War broke out and plans were abandoned. With the Borg threat eliminated in the Delta Quadrant, plans to reactivate R-12 was permanently shelved as more pressing matters priortised Federation resources.
"Sir," Lieutenant Siashon said from the helm console as she turned towards Bren. "The Rapier is hailing us; Commander Telson would like to speak with you. He says it's urgent."
= End Log =
Commander Bren Ohmsford
Science & Act. Engineering Advisor
1st Task Force, SSF
Monday, January 26, 2009
[USS Chimera] ||SB 234: UNITY|| SD 240901.26, Personal Log, Commodore Shane Guzman
"shane.guzman@mojwap.sk" <shane.guzman@mojwap.sk> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:
====== Shane's quarters, SB 234: UNITY
======
Shane filled his tall cup with strong red wine, seated
himself on the sofa and said: "Computer, open personal
log"
[Personal Log open, start when ready]
Shane sighed and said: "Personal log, Commodore Shane
Guzman, star date 240901.26. I must say that since both
Rangi and little Martin are away, it's very dull here.
Besides duty business, there is little I can … or better
said I would like to do. Maybe it's because a lot of my
long year friends from the Chimera are away and there are
very few here on the UNITY, I could call friends. "
Shane took a sip and went on: "For example Terek, he's
busy with all the resources business. He is required to
watch the resources supply lines and now build a processing
facility where we could refine some of the material we get.
Since UNITY was never used … or meant to host an ore
processing facility, he had both to find fitting rooms for
all the equipment and find and assemble the equipment as
well. Dirty and tiring work … nothing one could envy".
"Considering the resources, Commander Ohmsford is away on
the Qashqai to acquire and fetch an old Starfleet Fleet yard
that was forgotten for almost 50 years some 3 light years
from here. Special forces Command tasked me with the mission
of getting the ship yard online … and produce ships as
soon as possible. I can understand the need for this, since
Starfleet and especially Special forces took quite some
beating in the recent battles. The need for repairing ships
and building new ones is very high. The old yard, Ohmsford
is going to acquire, is not a bit one … with limitation to
ships up to the defiant class. Considering the nature of
SSF, smaller ships are just what we need … so I expect the
yard become very busy once it will be here and online."
Shane took another sip and continued:" Ohmsford took
Commander Rodgers on the mission and I am happy about it. I
was deeply concerned when Rick was injured some time ago and
very happy when he was cleared fit for duty. I wanted to
assign him back to his old CEO position, but the board
examining his status declared that he can not be assigned to
a department leading role. Usually, I would try to find a
go-around-way this decision, but in the current situation we
need all support we can need and messing with a Starfleet
Command board decision isn't a wise thing. I know that my
acting CEO isn't happy about Rick at all. She was the CEO
until 1TF assumed command over the UNITY and it was me who
assigned Rick to the position afterwards. To be honest, I do
not have the same faith in her abilities that I have into
Rick's … and for the time being, I can only hope that
both of them learn to live and work alongside."
Pausing, Shane scratched his chin before going on:
"Captain Chisulo in again away. I've send him to
investigate the matter of Klingon – Romulan cooperation.
Hints that CHisulo collected on his first trip into Klingon
territory were very disturbing, since an alliance between
this two powers would shift the power balance in the whole
quadrant considerably. Personally, I do not think that the
Klingons would cooperate with the Romulans … but one thins
is sure. The Romulans are far more powerful then
Intelligence assumed. They can have large resources till now
unknown to our Intel … or some other power is aiding them.
I am not sure what scenario is worse for the Federation. I
hope Chisulo will return safe and sound and provide
information that would bring some light into this matter."
"Adding pain to injury … I've got news from the
Federation council. Several diplomatic delegations have been
send to UNITY to represent local powers in this sector. The
council granted them the right to build embassies on the
UNITY and rather sooner then later I can expect dozen of
foreign diplomats running on my station. Of course" Shane
scowled" a lot of them would enjoy diplomatic immunity …
what means that they can do what ever they please and we can
not throw them into our nice shining new cells. The first
delegations are about to arrive within these days, so I am
far from happy."
"My deputy" Shane went on after yet another sip,
"Colonel Pont Brillant is coping with the task force
operations quite well. I am lucky to have an experience
officer like him in this position, because he handles most
affairs on his own and I can concentrate on all the
'development' projects for the task force. One thing is
not so nice … he and me does not communicate very often,
what bothers me. I think we have to set up regular meetings
every other day … so nothing escapes our attention.
Another point is that we have to build a trusting relation
… what is not that easy in a short time. Maybe I was too
long used on Rangi being my XO … and have some
difficulties to accept anyone new"
"Well, Rangi being away on the Chimera caused a gap in
UNITY's medical as well. Sure, Captain T'Vel covers it
nicely, but … hmm … somehow I still expect to see Rangi
in the infirmary. I suppose its alike Pont Brillant, I need
to get more in touch with T'Vel. Her reports are always on
time and filled with precision and it seems that all medical
sub departments are working fine. Maybe I should check with
MaiKai … to see how is she doing." Shane smiled:
"Looks like that the counseling department is one of the
most busy and successful one. As I see the number of
evaluations and internal messages within that department,
they work on overkill mode. A few more weeks like this …
and everyone of this station will be evaluated, what means
that a new round will began … inclusive myself." Shane
frowned: "what is not such a good thing …"
Shane finished the cup and said: "I am concerned about my
security department. Not that Joeleco and hir guys are not
working well … but let's face it … well is not enough.
In the current situation, we need security forces that are
far more active and watchful. This is again a point I need
to address … and soon."
"On a brighter note, I've got some hints that
Tal'shiar finally gave up the vendetta against my family.
Sources telling me this are not 100% reliable, but I think I
can trust them. I shall contact my brother Martin and ask
him to return with little Martin to UNITY. Risa is a great
holiday planet and I am sure both of them had a great time
there, but I long to see my son again and Martin's needed
on the Chimera. I am sure Captain Rojac will be glad to have
his diplomatic advisor finally back. When all will be quiet
… then I recall Rangi back to UNITY and all three of us
will finally be together again."
"Computer, end recording log".
====== End of log ======
Commodore Shane Guzman
CO, 1st Task Force, SSF Command
CO, SB 234: UNITY
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