[USS Chimera] || SB 234: UNITY || SB 240903.04 CO's Duty Log, Commo. Shane Guzman

"shane.guzman@mojwap.sk" <shane.guzman@mojwap.sk> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:

====== 1st Taskforce CO's office, SB 234:
UNITY =====

Shane had an headache. Quite a bad one. The last several
days were quite a nightmare and it almost seemed that
whatever gods existed in this part of universe … all were
laughing at him.

There were a lot of things that happened and none of them
was good. Explosions and murders, problems @ the promenade,
disturbing reports from the Chim and Qashqai and even an
Admiral on Shane's tail … all that was almost too much
for the ex-TAC officer. {Maybe I should just shoot and ask
later?} he thought.

Finally … Chimera retuned from her mission and Shane was
both happy and worried about that. Happy that his former
crew survived a dangerous mission once again and that his
beloved Rangi returned safe and sound. She will assume her
position of UNITY's CMO and TF's medical advisor
immediately. He was worried about the Romulans and the
extension of damage they managed to deal to Starfleet's
sensor network along the borders. ROjac wrote several long
reports about that and Shane already asked Pakosii to
arrange a meeting with Chimera's CO.

The debris of the destroyed outpost was about to be
transferred to UNITY for careful examination and Shane saw
that UNITY's operation is about to take care of that.
Terek was already eager to get his teams into the work.

A small grin on his face was the result of rather selfish
thought that it was not him only who would not remember
names or designations. It was Rojac too who had made this
mistake … while addressing the UNITY as SB 243.

Another disturbing news was the report from MCaptain Xerxes,
Chimera's Flight ops CO. Anya reported about Romulans
employing advanced tactical techniques … a trait that was
quite new to romulan Warfare. Till now, Romulans relied more
on the surprise element and once engaged in a fight … then
on brute force. Tactics was not often used and if this
should change, Romulans will become even more formidable
enemies.

Another of Xerxe's points was the suggestion to employ far
more fighters in Special Forces and Starfleet. She gave her
reasons and supported her ideas with several facts from the
last Chimera's battle against Romulan forces.

Shane had to chuckle. He knew that several high ranking
Admirals in Starfleet Command were quite against the usage
of fighters – saying that there were no fighters needed
for Captains like Archer, Kirk or Picard … so why use them
now? But Shane knew better … since he had a small fighter
wing on (his) Chimera as well. He forwarded Xerxe's report
to Captain Chisulo and asked for his opinion. Another
question went towards Chimera's CO and the last one to
Commander Ohmsford. Shane was half ready to forward the
suggestion to SSF Command, but wanted to hear another
opinion first. Sure, Rojac already submitted his comments
(rather negative), but it was a matter for further
discussion.

Then there was still the mystery of Commander Harbright's
death. There was not much of evidence left, besides the dead
body and a medical report from UNITY's ACMO – MCpt.
T'Vel. Since the Klingon Envoy refused to hand his aide
into Starfleet custody, Shane could do little to prevent the
murder from leaving the UNITY. Per official channels, he
pended for an extraditions procedure. In the meantime, Shane
charged Major Giellera Kinn with Lernen's duties.

Adding pain to injury … there was a huge explosion on the
UNITY recently and his XO was currently in the sickbay.
Shane knew little about the whereabouts of the explosion or
DuPon ::slaps:: … PontBrillant's involvement. He asked
medical to inform his as soon as possible.

Again, there were good and bad news regarding the ship yard
mission from Commander Ohmsford. He returned a few hours ago
and as Pakosii referred immediately, he wanted to speak with
him. Unfortunately, Shane was kept busy with Admiral LaGrand
and only now found the time for this Science & Engineering
Advisor. He asked his aide to locate Ohmsford and ask him to
come to his office immediately.

There was a lot of what to discuss regarding the shipyard
and all the disturbing news in Bren's report. Explosion of
(possible) romulan or breen origin, beacon transmitting
encrypted messages and even a salvaged (almost) defiant
class experinetal ship …

All Shane wanted was to go down to sickbay and see Rangi
after such a long time. But there was so much to do … that
he will be happy to see her tomorrow …

====== End of log ======

<<folks mentioned in the log, are you interested in JLs ?
… ;-) >>

Commo. Shane Guzman
CO, 1st TF, SSF Command
CO, SB 234: UNITY

[USS Chimera] SD 240903.03 || JL || Capt Rojac (CO) & Lt Rayna (Conn) ||

[Holosuite 1 – Deck 2 – USS Chimera NCC96899-C]

A thunderous clap echoed through the wooden floor as the traditionally garbed klingon form slammed heavily on its back. The warrior quickly recovered, rolling over and jumping to his feet, his gi exposing his chest as he circling the thin human once again. The bearded, rather thin human had a surprising quickness about him. His movements were agile, well-timed, and extremely precise. The warrior could tell that he was outmatched in skill, but that the peta'q would be no match in terms of power. The Klingon charged once more.

Rojac anticipated the move. These holo-programs were becoming too predictable. Rojac quickly side-stepped to avert the full force of the blow as the klingon lowered his shoulders to drive into the captain's midsection. He turned slightly, and pressed down hard at the top of the klingon's spine. The large humanoid toppled, scrambling as he fell to the floor below. The program let loose a bellow as he reached out and grabbed hold of Rojac's ankle, forcing the Captain to fall into a mount position. This position placed the stronger klingon at an advantage, Rojac could no longer rely on his maneuverability to outdo his opponent. Brute strength could win out on the ground.

Rojac let loose a flurry of elbows and fists to the ridges atop the warrior's nose. The klingon swatted several away, giving Rojac the edge he was looking for. If given too much time, the klingon could easily overpower the smaller human. Rojac grabbed hold of the wrist and pulled the klingon's arm up and away, pivoting it in its socket as Rojac shifted position. Rojac maneuvered the klingon into an arm-bar, and had the program's arm poised to snap in two.

The klingon tapped furiously onto the mat with his free hand. Rojac released and sat up, panting slightly until he heard a clapping sound behind him.

He turned toward the sound of the applause. Dressed in a martial arts uniform of her own was Lieutenant Rayna Dior, the brunette half bajoran, half betazoid Chief Helm Officer. She smirked a sly smirk as she sat at a bench along the wooden walls of the hall. "Good show, Captain. A little too easy for someone of your skill level, but it was entertaining none-the-less."

"Computer, end program." Rojac said as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. The klingon warrior suddenly disappeared, leaving Rojac and Rayna alone in traditional dojo environment. "yeah, Well I'm a little rusty. I haven't fought like that in years. What are you doing here Lieutenant?"

"This is my scheduled time, Captain." Rayna said, still wearing that mischievous smile. Her deep black bajoran eyes seemed alluring to the captain as he approached his workout bag.

Cropa picked up his chronometer. "I see. I apologize, Lieutenant. I did not mean to intrude. I must have lost track of time."

"That's okay, Captain. I enjoyed the show." She stood up and stretched her arms high up to the ceiling. Rojac couldn't help but admire the view from behind her, he quickly averted his gaze back to the floor. "Though these programs do get boring after a while," She continued, "too predictable, I think. Would you care to spar, Captain?"

Rojac looked up surprised. "I don't know, Lieutenant."

"Oh please, Captain." She chuckled, tossing a disarming glance at her superior officer. "We're on Shore Leave, call me Rayna. And it would be an honor to receive a personal lesson from a  former Champion of the Sol Martial Arts circuit."

"You know about that, huh?" Rojac asked, his own smile appearing on his face. "Well – Rayna – that was years ago. I'm a little rusty and not sure how much I could teach at the moment."

"Oh come on, Captain." She walked up to the floor and turned around, beckoning. "I won't hurt you too bad."

Rojac chuckled, and stepped forward. She assumed a fighting stance, and he did also. He made the first attack:

He lashed out with a back leg round kick to her midsection which she slid back from to evade, but he followed with a spinning back kick in anticipation of her move. He didn't anticipate on her accounting for that as well. Rayna grabbed the foot from the second kick, and twisted the foot and ankle until it was horizontal with the floor. The Captain fell to the floor, where he quickly rolled to the side, narrowly missing a stomping kick from the extremely quick helm officer. He rolled backward onto his feet and slid back to a fighting stance as she took up a charge.

Rayna jumped into the air, executing a flying side kick that caught Rojac square in the chest. Rojac staggered back ward out of breath as the helm officer's onslaught continued with back-fists and round kicks galore. She was definitely more challenging than the klingon program. Between a punch and what was going to be a round house, Rojac quickly stepped forward and blocked Rayna's momentum. He caught her underneath her armpits, and used his height as leverage to toss her to the floor. She fell onto her back, and Rojac quickly mounted in an attempt for another arm-bar.

However, when he grabbed hold of her arm, she wrapped her legs around the Captain's neck, and squeezed hard. Rojac felt the air escaping his lungs as she arched her back and increased the leverage. He coughed, and let go of her arm in order to try and pry her legs from his throat.  It was no use, and eventually he found himself tapping the floor in surrender.

She released, and Rojac rolled onto his hands and knees and started laughing. She did too.

"I think you'll have to do the teaching, Lieutenant." He said between breaths.

She smiled, and bent over to help her superior officer up. "I can do that. I taught a class when I was aboard the Magellan, perhaps I can start one here and you can attend."

"What, and get my ass beat in front of my crew every other day?" He laughed. "I don't think so, Lieutenant."

"It's Rayna, Sir."

"Cropa." Rojac replied. He picked up his towel once more and swallowed a swig form his water bottle. "Thank you for the lesson, Rayna."

"No problem." She replied, brushing her hair back behind her ear from where it had come loose during the sparring match. "Say, Cropa. Would you like to accompany me to the Officer's mess for a drink from the juice bar?"

"Isn't it the guy that's supposed to ask the girl on a date, Rayna?"

"Yeah." She replied. "But the man's supposed to be the better fighter too, right?" The mischievous smile returned to her face.

[End Log]

Captain Cropa Rojac

Commanding Officer

&

Lieutenant Rayna Dior

Chief Helm Officer

 

USS Chimera NCC96899-C

Sent from: Jacksonville FL United States.

[USS Chimera] SD 240903.03 || Awards Ceremony || Captain's Address ||

[Gymnasium - Deck 3 - USS Chimera NCC 96899-C - Pylon C of SB 234: UNITY]

 

[Begin Transcript]

 

Rojac:  I would like to begin by thanking Counselor Wellington for, again, spearheading the operation to put this event together. The Counselor does a fine job at these things – she even made this gymnasium not stink of sweat.

(Slight chuckles)

            I will try and hurry. I don't want to hold you all from your shore leave for too much longer. Commander Trzetrzelewska and I thought it would be important to take a moment to recognize the contributions from several of our crew members after the recent mission. So let us do so. Let us recognize those comrades of ours that have fallen in the preservation of our Federation's ideals. And let us recognize the contributions of those comrades that are still fighting beside us.

            The Chimera has witnessed the passing of four distinguished individuals on the excursion to Outpost 0071 and the extermination of the Romulan threat there. These four crewmen were in the service of our fleet, and were present during the disaster on deck 10 when damage wrought by our foes caused explosions in our environmental control center. Today we recognize Specialist Harry Marina, Technician Hrondel of Tellar, and Crewman Franklin Jenkins of the Engineering Department.  We also recognize Lance Corporal T'nok who was present at the neighboring Life Support Control Center during the same explosion. These officers have given their lives, and we have been honored to serve alongside them. I have sent our condolences to their next of kin, but it is now up to us to continue their mission.

            We also come today to recognize contributions of those that are still with us. I would like to call to the podium First Lieutenant Jade Reese, Lieutenant Junior Grade Gustav Kroitzer, and Marine Captain Anya Xerxes.

(Officers make their way to the podium.)

            First Lieutenant Jade Reese, please step forward. Lieutenant Reese, you have been quite a busy officer since your transfer from the Quasar. You helped me in the battle of Aeran III aboard the Bahamut. You were crucial in the development of the transporter program allowing the Security team to get aboard Outpost 0071. You and your team are also spearheading research into the development of a Romulan Communications jamming system. You were also an integral actor in the battle of Outpost 0071. In recognition of these contributions, you are being promoted to the rank of Marine Captain and given all rights and responsibilities granted therein. You are also awarded the Preanteres Ribbon for excellence in the field of Operations and a Fleet Ribbon or Merit.

(Commander Trzetrzelewska steps forward and presents the awards. Round of applause.)

            Congratulations, Captain. Hopefully it won't be too confusing with two "Captains" on the Bridge.

            Lieutenant Junior Grade Kroitzer, please step forward. You too volunteered your service aboard the Bahamut during the battle of Aeran III, an action I am most appreciative of. You designed and installed a successful line of EM Launchers in the Fighter Bays with an innovative quick deployment powering mechanism. You also lost your arm in the performance of your duties. In recognition of these events and services, it is my honor to bestow upon you a Fleet Service Medal and a Purple Heart Medal. Thank you, Lieutenant.

(Commander Trzetrzelewska steps forward and presents the awards. Round of applause.)

            Marine Captain Anya Xerxes, you have designed and new and innovative fighter design for Federation use that has a promise to change Federation tactics and strategies in the generations to come. Your Lancers have revolutionized Federation fighter capabilities with their versatility, maneuverability, and power. Your squadron also served a critical role in our recent mission, a role in which I am very grateful for. In response, you are hereby awarded a Fleet Achievement Medal and an Omega Cross Award. Thank you, Captain.  

(Commander Trzetrzelewska steps forward and presents the awards. Round of applause.)

            These are our brave comrades. We should all be honored to serve in their presence and to fight alongside them. The Federation has seen tough times, and during each era brave men and women such as us have stepped forward to preserve our ideals. We have more tough times ahead, and it is up to us to step forth and confront them. Our survival depends on us standing together, proud and strong. We must be the heroes of our generation. Take with you encouragement from the individuals recognized today.

            Remember those passed, and fight strong with those beside you. Be strong in the battles ahead. The Romulans have attacked New Geneva and are mobilizing their forces to invade colonies along the border. Tough times are ahead, and we must be ready. Take you rest. Enjoy your shore leave, for we will be thrust headlong into the action again soon.

            But first, Counselor Wellington? Do you have the pies?

(Counselor Wellington rolls out with three pies on large trays.)

            Let the celebrations begin.

[End Log]

Captain Cropa Rojac

Commanding Officer

USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

[USS Chimera] SD 240903.02 | SB Unity | Joint Log, Cmdr Summers (1TF Med) & Maj Kinn (1TF Intel)

OOC: Resending with the correct Stardate this time...

= SB Unity - 1st Task Force Area =

"Come in please." Rangi called and waited for the newcomer
to enter her office. Rangi was seated at her desk, her arms
resting on the surface, fingers intertwined.

Giella entered the office of the 1st Task Force Medical
Advisor, curious as to why she'd been summoned. She'd never
met Rangi Summers before, but had thoroughly studied her
history, from the death of her father and his work as a
weapons designer to her service as XO on the USS Chimera and
her work as the foremost medical expert in the 1st Task
Force.

She spotted  two other people in the outer room, non-coms,
who looked towards the door as she entered and she wondered
why they were present as well. Normally she made it her
business to try and know why she was being called for a
meeting before it even happened, but this one was a little
quick on her.

" Major...please..take a seat." Rangi said as Giella entered
the room and crossed to the empty chair opposite Rangis.

"Thank you," Giella said as she sat down. "May I ask what
this is about?"

" Yes ofcourse." Rangi replied. " It's about Diophelytine. I
understand that you might have need of it occasionally."

"Yes..." Giella replied, thinking about it for a moment.
"But I haven't needed to use it for a long time."

" Why is that?" Rangi asked, sounding interested and not
demanding.

Giella smiled. "I have a weakness for heling fruit," she
admitted. "It keeps the chameleon in me at bay, otherwise I
would have been as green as this chair by now."

Heling fruit was an acquired taste, but it worked just as
well as diophelytine. Tollauran aristocracy made use of the
drug as it was considered quite common for someone of noble birth to
change skin colour at random.

" So you have a regular supply of this fruit?" Rangi asked.

"I do, yes," Giella replied, not going into detail that she
had a small heling tree in a pot in her quarters.

"You're wondering at the sudden interest I expect." Rangi
smiled. " We have a standard supply of Diophelytine but
find it has diminished."

"Diminished?" Giella frowned as it sounded rather
suspicious.

"Yes.." Rangi said rather slowly. " There is there's less
than there was." It was plain to see that Giella's interest had been sparked.

"Do you have any idea who might have taken the medication?"
she asked.

"Not yet, that's why I wondered if you had needed some and
it hadnt been recorded correctly."

"No, I haven't," Giella shook her head. "If you can't find
an answer from your staff, the best would to speak to the Chief of
Security, or even Promenade Security, though I doubt it would be
civilian-related since they don't have access to the Task Force areas."

"Indeed." Rangi said, hiding her amusement at the flow of
eager suggestions. "That's exactly what I'll do when if I can't track down the
patient. Thankyou Major, I appreciate you making time to see
me so promptly. Please,on your way out, would you ask Petty
Officer H'ar'ta Juvpha to come in?"

"Of course," Giella smiled as she stood up. "Good luck with the investigation,
Commander."

= End Log =

Commander Rangi Summers
Medical Advisor
-
Major Giellera Kinn
Adjunct Intelligence Advisor
[NPC by Bren]
-
1st Task Force, SSF