[USS Chimera] SD 240910.30 || BRAVO || Captain's Log || Capt Cropa Rojac || Operation Magna ||

Captain's Log: Captain Cropa Arnold Rojac, Commanding Officer, USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

SD: 240910.30

[Begin Log]

Capain's Log, Stardate two-four-zero-nine-one-zero point three-zero.

Cropa Rojac, Commanding Officer.

I am relieved to report that Bravo Group's mission in the Stellar Nursery of Quorum Space was a success. Though that success has been one at a great cost. The USS Eagle has gone down with all hands attending during the course of the mission; subject to the wiles of a Romulan thalaron cruiser. In an effort to preserve the ship's integrity and technology, I activated it's self destruct protocols and prevented it from falling into enemy hands.

Commander Typhon and the rest of the Eagle crew made the ultimate sacrifice for the protection of the Federation and her allies. Despite the full knowledge that this mission could be their last, they headed into battle. They faced their death with their heads held high. I recommend they be bestowed the highest of honors for their services to the fleet and the Federation. 

Their sacrifices were not made in vain. The Romulan installation in the sector was destroyed, and their presence in the region will surely decrease. Though troubling discoveries were made. Intelligence leading up to the mission suggested the presence of a Romulan supply base being housed in the Nursery, however we found something much more sinister: a dimensional gate. 

The Romulans, with the help of Muhareem technology, have been using transdimensional devices to create gate to alternate universes and have been recruiting counterpart to aide them in the war here in our dimension. So Major Shao's data from the station has told us. This alternate dimension has the advantage of being two decades ahead of us, which explains the recent surge in Romulan offensive technology. The data collected contains many communications logs and transit information over two years. It will take much time to sort through. I will submit the files to Starfleet Intelligence once we arrive at UNITY.

Much of the data has been confirmed by a second source to come through the gate, a Colonel Nikolai Ivanov. He and his gargantuan Erassian ship, the EAS Samson, saved the Chimera on their arrival through the gate and were an integral part int he completion of Bravo's operation. 

Ivanov says that the Romulans, Breen and Muhareem are coming to this dimension fleeing from a Borg invasion in their dimension. He also expresses concern that we are on the same path and will be fighting this battle in our own future as well. His revelations do rise concern; however I feel more investigation is needed before we invest too much. We need to win our first war before we invest in a second. 

We have been able to detect very little from the Samson, her sensor masking technology is more efficient than any I've encountered before. She is four miles long and i outfitted with several dozen batteries of arclight plasma cannons, and a very large main particle cannon based on the same "Sharkapult" technology encountered by my crew on the Honohran vessel some time ago. The Samson's offensive capabilities are very impressive, and have the potential to advance Erassian technology by two to three decades. No doubt, her arrival could represent a significant turning point in the tide of this war - which would be most welcome following the recent reports out of Padassa. 

The Chimera herself is in need of many repairs. During the battle, her port impulse engine was completely destroyed by Romulan munitions. Lieutenant Kroitzer says that the installation of a new engine will take two to three weeks once we arrive at UNITY. I hope the shipyard staff will be able to assist us in the repairs upon our arrival. 

My chief of Security, Major Richard Cortez, was critically wounded during his mission aboard the Romulan station. Dr. Fisher has been able to keep him alive in our own sickbay, but says that the hospital on UNITY would be more suitable to attend to his medical needs. He is arranging for an immediate transfer of his care to Dr. Summers upon our arrival. I hope that the Commander will be able to get Cortez back into shape. In my experience, he is a very capable marine and officer, it would be tragic to loose him. 

Two of his unit were killed on the Romulan station while they planted explosives. Their families will be notified, and I have given them Silver Stars for their acts of bravery in the performance of their duties. 

At this time, the Chimera has exited the Stellar Nursery and is proceeding at warp eight back to UNITY. The USS Rapier and the Klingon Patrol are conducting further investigations into the ruins present in the Nursery Pocket. Before we left, the Science Department beamed aboard several components of one the damaged Thalaron Cruisers to conduct analyses. We have acquired a disruptor bank, a torpedo with a cloaking device and a portion of the vessels computer core.

The Helm estimates the time of arrival to be within 48 hours, which gives the crew time to wind down after this harrowing experience. I have requested from Admiral Guzman a two week a R&R in order for us to repair and recuperate. Hopefully, he will grant us that request. I also think that after these discoveries, Starfleet will need to evaluate our long-term war strategies. I imagine, we will be summoned by the high bras to present our findings. 

I am concerned about our future. War has a habit of making such things bleak. Hopefully, the Samson's arrival can turn the tide of this war, and make the Federation, the Erassians, and our allies more capable of facing our future challenges. 

Computer, end log.

[End Log]

Captain Cropa Rojac

Commanding Officer

USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

[USS Chimera] SD 240910.30 || BRAVO || Bridge JL || "Closing the door" ||

[Bridge - Deck One - USS Chimera NCC96899-C]

Walters entered the Bridge from the corridor.  "Leftenant Vaughn scan through all frequencies till you find a match with that of the detonator that the Security team set up.  Commander Levison load all torpedo tubes with Quantum Torpedoes just in case the explosives don't do the trick."

"It's going to take me a few minuets to get a signal match but even then no guarantees." Ian said moving his fingers as fast as they could move running through tons of frequencies trying to find the right one. The issue he was having that there was too many and it would take to long to write a program to find the right one. 

The doors to the bridge hissed to the side and a very hurried looking Cropa Rojac strode up to the center seat. "Belay that order, Lieutenant Vaughn. Time is no longer on our side." He threw a finger to Commander Levison at tactical. "Commander, target all essential systems on that gate with our best stock, on the double."

"With pleasure, Captain," Levison nodded, his hands a flurry of motion, locking those weapons systems still available to him onto the enemy gate. He lined up volleys of phaser fire and salvos of torpedoes aimed at the most vital points on the dimensional gate in preparation for its destruction, patching in a feed from his console to Kilbain in the Tactical Centre to ensure his targeting formulae were correct.

"Mind if I ask why the timetable was moved up Captain?"  Walters asked although he had a fair suspicion why.  If the EAS Samson was 30 years in advance of current technology their sensors would be hellishly accurate...unless they had simply taken the precaution of dropping a probe behind them on their way through the gate.

"Something's coming through." Rojac replied, taking his seat and gripping the armrests. "And we need to close that door."

[Bridge - Central Core - EAS Samson]

The Erassian transporters had dropped them just down the hallway from where the Bridge was situated.  Nikolai led the way to the bridge.  He spoke without turning.  "So why did you volunteer to come along Major Xerxes?"

Anya replied immediately but in a relatively quiet voice "I've seen visions of the enemy time and again.  I think it's finally time I look death in the face...I want to see what the Karaf look like in the flesh."

"I said it was a Romulan Heavy War Cruiser coming through the gate." Nikolai said in return.

Anya allowed herself a smile.  "Your words said it was a Romulan Heavy War Cruiser.  Your eyes said otherwise.  I saw fear there and not just the type that prompts a shiver up your spine but real genuine fear." They entered the door to the Bridge and Anya announced loudly.  "Bring the Karaf ship up on screen, I want to see what we're up against."

The crew looked shocked at the sight of her but they responded "Yes, Colonel Xerxes!" and put the ship on screen.

Nikolai scowled slightly at his crew's obedience to her but he couldn't blame them.  Here was a genuine legend of the Alliance alive in the flesh after her death three years ago looking younger and fitter than he had ever seen her but still every bit the hardened war veteran and high level strategist.  Nikolai had to admit it was a bit like being a child again in her presence.  In a nostalgic thought he remembered having a crush on Anya in his youth.  Still business came first.  "Major Holtzman, bring Omega Reactor to full and deploy the main gun.  Let's give this Karaf bastard a reason to flinch."

"Aye Colonel" was the swift response from his XO.  In response the power levels were brought up exponentially and the forward half of the EAS Samson began to split apart.

[Bridge - Deck One - USS Chimera NCC96899-C]

From the Science station Mercedes called "Captain, picking up excessive omega radiation spike coming from the Samson.  Energy appears to be building up towards the forward part of the Samson."

"An Omega Reactor.  Bloody hell I never thought they would finish it. Thats one hell of a power source, even for a Fury Cannon of that size."  Walters said as the Samson's forward half locked into place and brilliant trails of  lightning like energy trailed between the four outer arms and the central spire glowing brighter and brighter.

Rojac watched as the gargantuan ship poured its arsenal of lethal energy in to the opening orifice in the center of the gate. The energy readings spiked on his readouts beyond the sensor instruments capacity so extreme was the massive pulse from Ivanov's vessel. Much more than needed to destroy one Romulan War Cruiser, he thought. One shot from that could likely erase an entire planet, it was hard to imagine nything being capable of surviving such brute force. Had the borg really evolved that much?

"Weapons locked, sir," Levison reported at last, the final corrections and adjustments made by his Tactical staff. He was still marginally stunned by the sheer firepower of the Samson, but was glad of its presence; Chimera did not have nearly enough punch on her own, particularly after the combat she'd been in.

"Fire!" Rojac ordered.

Levison fingered the firing toggle and a frenzied assault of energy and fire burst from the Chimera's every remaining weapons bank. Torpedoes flew from the ship's launchers, angry red and bright blue-white whilst the carving lashes of directed energy beams joined them in their quest to annihilate the structure before the starship.

"Captain!" Montesque, the French communications officer called. "I'm picking up the Rapier, she has arrived with Klingon reinforcements!"

"Well don't just stand there!" Rojac shouted over the commotion. His eyes flashed in agitation. "Tell Natalia to get her phasers on that damn gate, Lieutenant!"

"Aye sir!"

Ian was just keeping an eye on everything and was in awe of the power output of the EAS Samson thinking to himself what he could do with that amount of power. Looking around the bridge he hoped no one notice him drooling at the readings he was receiving. 

The USS Rapier and her Klingon patrol contingent moved in on a circular pattern around the gate - phaser disruptors and torpedoes blaring from their launch points. Stress fractures appeared on the ring emitting the dimensional gate. Electricity sparked and fizzled into open space as large chunks floated away, severed from the station.

"The gate's structural integrity is at critical failure." Carpenter reported from science. "The gate is failing!"

"Dior," Rojac ordered, "Take us out of the blast radius."

"Aye sir!" She replied.

Chimera swiveled on it's axis, taking a course behind the Samson as the Romulan Gate crumbled beneath its own mass. The dimensional gate fizzled, sparked, an eventually disappeared as the upper arch collapsed and floated off into empty space. Stray figures could be seen floating amongst the debris.

Rojac took a deep breath as he surveyed the scene on the viewscreen before him. The mission was finally accomplished. The Romulan Gate was destroyed, though at a great cost. The USS Eagle had gone down with all hands, two of his marines were dead and his port impulse engine was destroyed. He had nearly lost his ship, and he would have had it not been for the arrival of Colonel Nikolai Ivanov and the EAS Samson. That arrival presented its own challenges as well. With the amount of technology and firepower on that ship, tensions between the Erassian and the Federation could increase. The technology possessed on the Samson would erase the 20 year gap between the two empires that the Federation had advantaged from for nearly a century. 

"Major," Rojac said quietly, "stand down Red Alert. Dismiss Alpha and Beta shifts. Call delta and gamma to duty stations to begin salvage operations. We're done here."

[End Log]

Captain Cropa Rojac

Commanding Officer

Major Scott Walters

Executive Officer

Commander Mike Levison

Chief Tactical Officer

Major Anya Xerxes

Squadron Commander

Lieutenant Ian Vaughn

Acting Chief Operations Officer

(Aza)

USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

&

Colonel Nikolai Ivanov

Commanding Officer

EAS Samson

(Ixus)

[USS Chimera] SD 240910.29 || Ship Log: USS Magellan || "Fall of Padassa" ||

[Bridge – Deck One – USS Magellan]

"More lifesigns have been located on deck 116!" The science officer called from the starboard station.

Commander Gates McFadden, the executive officer, immediately responded. "Ops, I need a lock. Have them transported to Cargo Bay 6. Security, I need a team to receive them, stat. Bring a med kit."

"Aye, Commander." Came the in unison response from the addressed officers before they commence in their duties.

"Where are those warbirds?" Captain Mayo asked aloud from the center chair.

The tactical officer replied from the starboard console. "Bearing two-seven-zero mark three-one-nine. Distance at 508 kilometers." The V officer responded. "They are being pursued by the IKS Glokar and Sherka. One target's shields are down to 45%, but the other two are making attack runs on the klingon formation."

"We have multiple Romulan contacts dropping out of warp beyond the gravity well." The science officer reported. "They've plotted an intercept course at full impulse. Contact in one minute and fourteen seconds."

"Do we have numbers?" McFadden asked.

"Five." The science officer reported. "Database checks confirm two d'deridex, two scout class, and one" she paused "thalaron cruiser."

Mayo grimaced. The situation did not look good. Soon Padassa would be a floating clump of space debris, and the incoming Romulans would make the Klingon/Federation flotilla a nice accent piece to accompany it. 

"Time to Padassa' destruction?" Mayo asked.

"Estimated at two minutes, Captain!" Ops reported. 

McFadden tossed a concerned glance at Mayo's face. She knew what he was thinking, what he needed to do, but she didn't want to believe it. She didn't want to leave those people behind.

"Plot an escape course, maximum warp."

"Aye sir." Helm responded.

"Captain," McFadden protested. "Charlie company is still sweeping the slum decks. We can't get a transporter lock on them."

Mayo pointed to mission ops, "Tell them to book it to a transporter zone. We depart in thirty seconds." He looked back to McFadden, "Good of the many, Commander."

She nodded, but she didn't like it. 

"Course plotted, Captain."

"The Quasar is signaling ready for departure." Tactical called from Mayo's right.

"Tell them Godspeed, Lieutenant" Mayo responded, "we will be right behind them."

"Ten seconds." McFadden reported. "Do we have a lock on Charlie co?"

"Negative, Commander." Ops responded. "They're still too deep." The bajoran paused, "Wait, I think I'm getting them..."

"The anti-matter reactor is failing!" Science called out. "It's at critical mass."

A large explosion rippled through the station, severing the lower half of the completely from the upper decks and promenade. The shockwave overrode the Magellan's inertial dampeners, and debris pelted the deflector shield arrays.

"Report!" Mayo called as the lights flickered.

"Shields down 25%." The Vulcan tactical officer replied. 

"Structural damage on decks 5, 6, and 11." McFadden replied. "We have an overloaded shield emitter in section five-zero-nine. Dispatching damage control teams." She looked up from her read-outs. "Charlie team is lost."

"Helm." Mayo called, a stoic stone face looked straight at the viewscreen. "Previous course, maximum warp."

"Aye sir."

"Engage."

Padassa was lost.

[End Log]

Captain Frederick Mayo

Commanding Officer

USS Magellan NCC 3069-D

(npc by rojac)

[USS Chimera] SD: 240910.29 || BRAVO || Joint Log CSEC + CMO || Cortez + Fisher

Herman <herman.oliver@gmail.com> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:

=/-\= Chimera Sick Bay =/-\=

Major Cortez, Chief of Security, former ODA Unit Commander was laying
neatly on a bunk in sickbay when he jolted awake from the medicated
sleep he was put under. The first thing he noticed were several
different wires running from his body, mainly his chest which was
bandaged tightly. He took a deep breath, sat up and looked around.

"DOCTOR", he started to scream but the pain emanating from his chest
shot to his brain and forced him to fall back onto the bed. He
immediately sat buck up and twisted his body so that his feet could
touch the ground.

"Major!...what are you doing?" A nurse had rushed to his side telling
him to lay back and would have explained the reasons why had he given
her a chance. Scott, in the next bay, heard the commotion and,
hurrying to find the cause, was astounded to see Cortez struggling
with the young woman who was actually doing well in her efforts to
keep him where he was.

"Major.." he said " just calm down..lay back on the bed, you're in no
fit state to move."

Cortez was confused, last he remembered was thinking he was going to
die, being rescued, then wishing he had died when he realized he had
failed at his mission. As Fisher approached the Major pushed the
nurse out of the way and stood on his feet. He ripped the wires that
were connected to him off and took a step forward wincing at the pain,
"The Captain needs me", he said stopping to catch his breath.

Multiple alarms began to sound as soon as the wires disconnected and
the patient left the biobed. The nurse, grabbed hold of Cortez' arm
expecting, as Scott did too, that he would collapse at any moment.

"The captain can wait." Scott replied grasping the Majors arm. "Sit
down before you cause yourself more problems."

Feeling arms grab him Cortez swung a reactionary fist and immediately
connected with Fishers face. "GET OFF ME", he again attempted to
scream, except this time instead of falling back into a bed he fell
forward onto the cold hard floor. He grunted as the floor met his
body with a thud. Somehow still conscious he began crawling towards
the door.

"SECURITY!!" the nurse yelled, narrowly missing being dragged to the
floor too. She looked from Cortez to Scott, both now on the floor and
chose, against all her training, to move to Scott. " Are you OK?" she
asked urgently, kneeling beside him. Scott shook his head to clear the
bright lights that seemed to fill his vision. " Fine." he replied
gently exploring his jaw with his fingers. He scrambled to his feet.
"Help me get him onto the bed." he said, looking down at
Cortez.Natalie did as he asked and between them they managed to get
their patient back onto the biobed.

The Major out of energy was in no shape to resist and soon found
himself back in the bed that he had just stumbled out of. Gazing over
at Fisher he realized what he had done. "I'm sorry" he managed to say
before his eyes began to feel too heavy too hold up and he once again
drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

The wires were reconnected although more damage had been done when
they had been ripped out. "Its fine." Scott replied, paying little
attention to Cortez but concentrating more on the results that the
sensors were showing. "Is he alright?" Natalie asked quietly although
it was plain to see that he was not. She turned her head at two
security guards ran towards them.

"No." Scott replied. " He'll be lucky to make it as far as Unity."

=/-\= END LOG =/-\=

Major Richard Cortez
CSEC
USS Chimera

Lt. Scott Fisher
CMO
USS Chimera

+ NPC by Rangi

Nurse Natalie