[USS Chimera] SD 240908.08 | Joint Duty Log | MGen. Richard Sharpe & 2Lt. Richard Winters

=/\= Begin Log =/\=

 

The tail end of the journey to Starbase Unity had been completely uneventful; in fact, Second Lieutenant Dick Winters would have called it boring, had he actually been asked. However that time had been appriciated, as it allowed him time to review the files on the station and it's crew. So when they arrived, the Lieutenant knew exactly who to report to.

 

With his belongings being taken to his officer's billet on the station, Dick was allowed to report to General Sharpe without any baggage. And so he had made his way throught he corridors, and taken a turbolift to the outlet nearest the General's offices.

 

He entered the reception area and nodded at the woman sitting behind the desk. "Lieutenant Winters to see General Sharpe," he said, standing at ease. "He should be expecting me."

 

“He is indeed.” Came the pleasant voice of Richard’s aide. “Go right in.”

 

"Thank you," replied Winters, again offering a quick nod in thanks before moving to enter the office. The doors parted as he approached them and the Lieutenant walked through the portal, stopping about three paces from the General's desk.

 

Standing at stock-still attention, the young man called out, "Sir, Second Lieutenant Richard D. Winters, reporting as ordered, sir!"

 

Sharpe cringed when he was shouted at in a deafening manor. “Geez… I can tell you’re just out of Quantico.” He said, chuckling. “At your ease man, at your ease. Before you break something.”

 

The young man went into the relaxed stance of 'at ease,' with his hands clasped at the small of his back and nodded, "Thank you, sir."

 

“So, you’re one of my new officers that command sent me to bolster my ranks?” He asked, casually. “You lot always seem so young.”

 

"Sir, yes, sir," Winters said with yet another nod, unsure how to take the General's statement. He added, "And that comes with the territory, sir. They recruit us young, sir. Just more time for us to make the Corps proud, sir."

 

“Well, I was much younger than you when I enlisted.” He smirked. “Have a seat, Winters.”

 

The young man hesitated for only a moment before he gave in and sat down in a seat across from Sharpe, though his stature was still tense, "Thank you, sir."

 

“What’d you specialize in, at Quantico, Winters?” Richard asked. “Anything in specific? I mean, your transfer orders state you requested a regular line position, but I want to know if you’ve got any special talents I should keep an eye on.”

 

"Beyond the standard training, sir, I also studied battlefield medicine and advanced infantry tactics," Dick stated matter-of-factly. "As well I received multiple marksman notations during firearms training."

 

“Hmmm…” Richard carried on reading. “I see here that you took the extra year’s airborne training. Enjoy that?”

 

The Lieutenant took a moment before responding, "It was a thrill, sir." In fact the only reason he had taken on the extra training was to say that he had trained along side the best there was; that he actually enjoyed it had been a surprising secondary consequence.

 

“Well, as it so happens, I have a battalion of airborne marines. How would you like to serve there, instead of a regular line unit?”

 

"I..." began Winters, a hint of excitement escaping for just a moment before he recovered. "I would find that very agreeable, sir."

 

“Good.” Richard said, tapping something into a PADD. “I’m assigning you to Easy Company, 2^nd Battalion. You’re to report to Captain Spiers, on deck 312.”

 

Jumping from his seat the Lieutenant snapped back into attention, "Sir, yes, sir."

 

Richard handed Winters the PADD. “Make sure you’re ready, Winters. We’re moving out in fourty-eight hours. You and the rest of the second battalion are coming with me to Passada.”

 

Throwing up a crisp salute, Dick responded, "I'll be ready, sir. You can count on me."

 

“Dismiss.” Richard said.

 

The Lieutenant lowered the salute, executed an about-face, and marched from the General's office. His next stop would be deck 312, home of Easy Company. Perhaps after that he would get to see where he would be living from now on.

 

=/\= End Log =/\=

 

Maj. General Richard Sharpe

Commanding Officer

1^st MEF

 

&

 

Second Lieutenant Richard “Dick” Winters
Platoon Commander, First Platoon, Easy Company
2^nd Battalion, 1^st Regiment, 1^st MEF

 

[USS Chimera] [USS Langly] SD240908.07 | Duty Log | 2LT R. Winters & 2LT th'Laxonth [NPC]

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Location: Guest Quarters, USS Langley
Time: 0500 hours, ship-board time

The Intrepid-class starship had been en route to the Aeran System for several days now, where it had been scheduled to deliver standard operating supplies to Starbase 234; however, those supplies were not the only thing the starship was ferrying during this trip to the station.

Second Lieutenant Richard Winters stood in the head attached to his guest quarters, leaning over the sink with a razor in his hand. Shaving had been the first thing done every morning for the last four years, as any self-respecting Marine always looked his best. And while there were newer, more modern methods of removing the ever-growing follicles from his chin and neck, the young man had always preferred the efficiency of a classic sharpened razor blade. Nothing else seemed to get as close.

After shaving came his shower, with which he admittedly allowed himself to take his time. During his four years of OCS he had not once been allowed to linger in a shower. It had always been get in, get clean, and get the hell out. So prolonged showers were a luxury he allowed himself.

By the time he had finished his shower and pulled on his clean, green-collard duty uniform, the chronometer read 0600; time to head to chow. Eating was another luxury Winters had learned to cherish during Officer Candidacy School. Meal times were a privilege during training, just something else that used up valuable time that could be spent running the Currahee Trail or learning about yet another miniscule, unimportant Starfleet policy regarding the folding of skivvies.

So food and drink had become something of a treasure to the Lieutenant since leaving Quantico four weeks ago. He had started sampling foods from across two galactic quadrants, and had no intention of letting up soon.

Winters offered a nod to the host who stood at the entrance to the galley as he entered the mess hall. He found a seat off to the side near the floor-to-ceiling transparent aluminum viewports that lined the frontend of the chamber, and waited for a server to visit.

"Two Denebian eggs, over easy, with Zabo sausage, two pieces of toast, and half a Kava fruit, please," the man requested. "Oh, and a glass of grape juice."

"Coming right up, Lieutenant," said the server as he took the order back to the host. Most of his order would be replicated, he knew, but the toast and (possibly) the fruit would be fresh.

"Mornin, Dick," said a voice approaching from behind him. Given the use of Winters' nickname, there were only a few options on who it could be. "Sorry I'm late."

A moment later a man sat down across from Winters. He was Andorian, with short-cut white hair and two jointed antennae sprouting from his head; and he too wore the green-collared uniform of a Starfleet Marine Corps officer, supported by the gold bar fastened to it. Second Lieutenant Larvinix "Nix" th'Laxonth had been a member of Winters' graduating class at Quantico.

"Hey, Nix," replied the human, looking up as his food was placed on the table before him.  There was friendly sarcasm in his voice as he added, "Nice of you to join me."

"I'll have what he's having, and a black coffee, please," the Andorian said to the host as Winters began eating. "And you're up kinda early aren't ya? I mean, we just graduated, Dick. Relax a little, will ya?"

Chewing a forkful of egg, Winters raised an eyebrow at his friend.

Th'Lanxonth sighed as he protested, "What? We earned it. Four years of hard work. I'm gonna relax now."

A moment later the server returned with Nix's order and placed it in front of him. As soon as the server stepped away the Andorian reached down below the table and returned with a small flask. The container was just small enough to fit, say, in the top of his uniform boots. With a  quick motion he uncapped it, poured a small amount of its contents into his black coffee, and returned the flask to his secret hiding space.

"New sweetener, Nix?" asked Winters before eating on a piece of his toast.

The Andorian leaned over the table and, with a mischievous grin on his face, replied, "You know, Dick, you humans have a lot to be proud of. This stuff is called 'V-A-T 69.' It's a blended malt whiskey. Wonderful stuff."

"Vat," said Richard after swallowing his toast. "It's pronounced VAT 69." The Lieutenant had never been one to drink much, except the occasional synthehol on special occasions, he had made a point long ago to read up on such beverages; they had been a long-standing tradition of serving in the military.

"Oh," said Nix, looking down at his coffee. "Thanks."

"And you shouldn't be drinking that on duty, Nix. Not exactly sure how our Company commander's gonna feel about that."

With a smirk the Andorian quipped, "Then is now a bad time to tell you that I've got six bottles of this stuff stashed in your billet?"

Winters sighed and shook his head, not being able to help but grin. Th'Laxonth had been his bunkmate in the academy, and the two had instantly hit if off despite their obvious differences. Nix came from a family of wealth and power on Andoria, which greatly differed from Dick's own childhood of mediocrity.

"Should've known you'd do something like that," he chuckled, finishing his eggs and pulling the kava in front of him. Its sweet tartness was welcome after the saltiness of the sausage. "We'll be there tomorrow morning, by the way. Got the news from the duty officer this morning."

Still grinning the Andorian replied, "Sounds good. Can't wait to meet the hard ass over our company. Until then, how about a trip to the Holodeck? I hear that the Romulans may make another pass and Starbase 12 this afternoon. "

It had been a tradition for the last six months, when they had first begun receiving Holodeck privileges at Quantico; they were playing out roles as fighter pilots in the Romulan Wars of the Twenty-Second Century.

 "Count me out, Nix," replied Winters, finishing his fruit and standing up. "I've got a lot to do before we reach Unity, and I want to be prepared when we arrive…"

=/-\= End Log =/-\=

Second Lieutenant Richard "Dick" Winters
Platoon Commander, First Platoon, Easy Company
2^nd Battalion, 1^st Regiment, 1^st MEF

Second Lieutenant Larvinix "Nix" th'Laxonth (NPC apb DK)
Intelligence Officer
2^nd Battalion, 1^st Regiment, 1^st MEF

 

[USS Chimera] SD 240908.07 | Padassa | Personal Log, Maj Kinn

OOC: For more info on the Quorum, see here: http://chimera-ssf.wikispaces.com/Quorum

[ Padassa Station - Quorum Space ]

Major Giellera Kinn hung upside down from the ceiling of her small room, her knees hooked around an exposed ventilation pipe that had proved to be rather sturdy when she had first examined it. Excellent for doing lift-ups, it was also useful in meditation. Meditating wasn't something that she often did, but over the last few weeks living with Klingons was trying her patience. It was her partly own fault. The Commodore had offered her quarters on the USS Qashqai, but she'd insisted she wanted to stay on the station. It allowed her more ease of movement and she felt it was important to have a senior Starfleet officer on the station. 

With her eyes closed and her arms crossed over her chest, she breathed deeply in and out. A short while ago she'd been informed that the Klingon liaison was on his way, a Commander Kortag'h. Naturally she immediately accessed any and all information she could find about him. A decorated Klingon officer, he served as part of an officer exchange program with Starfleet a few years before, deployed with a group of security personnel in charge of guarding the Vice President of the UFP. This was before relations between the Empire and the Federation began its gradual breakdown shortly before the outbreak of the war. An heir of the house of Dok'Marr, he was more sympathetic to relations with the Federation than members of other Klingon houses, which was perhaps the reason he was being sent to Padassa. His acquaintance with Captain Chisulo and involvement at Narendra recently also proved that he could more or less be trusted.

It was a good thing he was coming, since Giella was starting to think that some of the Klingons were getting a bit out of hand, as Klingons usually did. While the Commodore was trying his best to keep them under control, she wasn't sure how long his health could take it. He'd either end up poisoned or with a daqtagh in his belly. The Klingons' rowdy behaviour was also scaring some of the more reserved Quorum inhabitants and certain sections of the station had to cordoned off for their safety. Needless to say all Romulan prisoners were also under Federation guard, to make sure they didn't accidentally run into a bat'leth.

The other diplomat they were waiting for was the official Quorum representative. What or whom it would be, she didn't know, but SubCommander Cevalas assured her that the person was on their way... approximately a week ago. Quorum ships were unfortunately very outdated compared to Federation technology, capable of achieving only a maximum of Warp 5 under strained conditions. This coupled with their simple way of living was no doubt the reason why it proved so easy for the Romulans to annex their space.

A moment later there was a knock on her door and Giella opened her eyes, staring at the blank, utilitarian walls of the room. "It's open," she responded, not bothering to move from her spot.

The door opened and a young sergeant entered, greeted by shock of straight blonde hair that hung down like a curtain from the ceiling. Glancing up, he noticed the Intel Advisor on her acrobatic perch. "Excuse me, Major, the Quorum ambassador has arrived."

"Thank you, Sergeant," Giella said and dismounted in one smooth motion, landing feet first on the floor in front of him. "Please notify the Commdore. Was there anything else?" she asked the astonished looking young Bajoran.

"No, ma'am," he said and left closing the door behind him. 

Grabbing her uniform jacket off the bed, Giella quickly pulled it on and tied her hair back before heading out to join the greeting party.

[ End Log ]

Major Giellera Kinn

Adjunct Intel Advisor

1st Task Force, SSF

[NPC by Bren]

[USS Chimera] SD 240908.07 | Joint Personal Log | Richard Sharpe & Chloe Merau

=/\= Richard’s Quarters – SB Unity =/\=

 

Getting back to her and Richard's quarters she went in floping down on the couch. She was wearing the new uniform that they wore here at the station, but she had put that on before she had left their quarters. She still looked somewhat frazzled by her encounter with Alexia.

 

Richard came out of the kitchenette, carrying two mugs of tea, and placed them down on the coffee table. “Hey hun, how’d it go?” He asked, sitting down on the armchair next to the couch.

 

"That woman is something else." Chloe said shaking her head as she took one of the mugs of tea off the coffee table. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone like that."

 

“She’s one of the best pilots in the SSF.” Richard mused. “Over two thousand combat flight hours. Its impressive to say the least.”

 

"That doesn't mean she isn't... strange." Chloe gave some thought in to her last word but could only come up with one word to sum it up nicely.

 

“Well, everyone’s a little strange.” Richard smirked.

 

She sipped some of the tea in the mug after it had cooled. "Do you even want me to tell you about it?" Chloe mused. "I think you would be jellious." She smirked.

 

“Oh go on then.” Richard said, sipping his own tea.

 

"She thought that she should give me some sort of test, so she gave a very unorthadox... test." She stoped for a moment to see if she could get an edge to how he would react.

 

“What kind of test?” He asked, casually.

 

"She tired making pass at me." Chloe scofted. "To see 'what kind of a person I am.'" She said the first in a way that made it sound like nothing at all.

 

Richard laughed. “Oh man, I knew she was crazy when I hired her, but that’s just funny.” He exclaimed.

 

Chloe raised an eyebrow. "I didn't think it was that funny at the time, Richard." She told him over a sip of the tea.

 

“You want me to have a word with her?” He asked, seriously.

 

Setting her mug back on the coffee table she stood up moving next to him as he sat in the chair. "No, don't worry yourself about it." She said with a smile as she kissed him on his cheek. She looked at her stuff still sitting by the doorway. Last night she didn't have much time for unpacking and she hadn't needed anything out of her duffles at the time anyway.

 

"I think I should unpack those now." She said nodding toward her bags.

 

“Might be a good idea.” Richard said. “Might make you feel more at home.”

 

"Would you mind if I shuffled some of your stuff around in the drawers to make some room?" Chloe was sure he wouldn't mind, but she still wanted to ask him and not seem rude.

 

“Sure.” He said. “Once you’re done, you want to explore the promenade with me?”

 

"I noticed a lot of the little shops when I arived, so I wouldn't mind at all." She said with a smile before she walked into the bedroom with one of her bags to start putting her clothes away. She normally liked being able to wear civilian clothing when ever she didn't have to wear her uniform.

 

Richard followed her into the bedroom to give her a hand putting her things away. He moved some of his things across the room to another drawer pack, so she had her own dresser, and made room in the closet for her large collection of clothes and shoes.

 

She was quiet mostly as he helped her, but then she looked to him to ask a question. "Richard?"

 

“Yeah?” He asked, looking at her.

 

"You only have one daughter, correct?" she knew this already but wanted to ease into the real question she wanted to ask.

 

“Yes.” Richard said. “Whom I will be inviting to visit us shortly.”

 

As she was finishing putting the last of her things she asked, "Have you ever wanted more children... do you want anthor child?"

 

Richard stopped what he was doing and looked at her. “Is this your way of telling me you’re pregnant?” He asked, suddenly.

 

She looked to him shaking her head. "No, it's not. However it is my way of saying that I want to be Richard." She looked at him when she said this. The look on her face said this was important to her.

 

Richard walked over to her and took her hands in his. “Nothing would make me more proud than to father a child with you.” He said. “But I want to do what’s right by you, and the child, and we should be married before we have children. I also want you to be sure you’re ready…”

 

At the moment she only wanted one child, but it made her pleased that he used the plural form. "Im mentioning it because Im ready to have a child. I wouldn't of said that I wanted one otherwise." The only thing she wasn't completely sure about at the moment was getting married, however she wasn't going to mention that to him at the moment.

 

“Well, one thing at a time.” He said, smiling. Inside he was racked with turmoil. She was so young and vibrant, and he… well… wasn’t.

 

She gave him a light peck on the lips, "Yes, one thing at a time. But do keep in mind Richard, I don't want to wait forever. I want a child with you." She said then looked around, seeing that her stuff was all put away. She had gotten rid of most of her stuff before she left the Enterprise so she didn't have much to put away. "Are you ready to go look about then? Everything is new to me here, so you have a lot to show me."

 

“Yeah, I’m ready.” He said. “Just remember that I want us to be married before we have any kids, alright?”

 

"And if this is your way of asking me to marry you, you better try again later. I want to be asked proper mind you." She said, hoping that will postpone that part for now.

 

“Nah, when I pop the question, I want it to be an occasion that you’ll remember for the rest of your life. Instead of some conversation in our bedroom just before we go shopping.” He said, smiling.

 

"Alright, then." She said with a soft smile. "Show me around then." She told him in a soft manner as she moved with him twoard the door to their quarters.

 

=/\= End of Part 1 =/\=

 

Maj. General Richard Sharpe

Commanding Officer

1^st MEF

 

&

 

2d Lieutenant Chloe Merau

Pilot

501^st Air Group, 1^st MEF