[USS Chimera] WEEKLY SIM REPORT #337 || Week 3 || USS CHIMERA NCC 96899-C || SSF FIRST TASKFORCE ||

Weekly Sim Report

# 337

2410 week 3

USS CHIMERA NCC 96899-C

STARFLEET SPECIAL FORCES

FIRST TASKFORCE

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Table of Contents

1. Commanding Officer's Message
2. Executive Officer's Message
3. Weekly Orders, Plot Information and Summaries
4. Simulation Data

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1. Commanding Officer's Message:

Greetings Chimerans,

Good week crew. You all make a Captain proud.

We topped out at 22 log this week, our highest this year so far. But I know we can do better. Heck, we had 96 in one week last year.

We are on the tail end of this plot and are about to start wrapping things up. SO get those creative juices flowing and earn your commendations before you end up back on UNITY for deployment. And UNITY, are we going to have a base to come back to (that isn't under quarantine)?

THIS IS YOUR LAST REMINDER: Not everyone has filled out the small questionnaire I sent out. Please do so. It's hard for me to improve things if you can't tell me what's wrong. I've gotten a few good responses so far, but I'll need more to identify any kind of consensus. The link can be found here: Questionnaire.

I'm always open to comments and suggestions. Please e-mail the command team with any and all concerns you may have.

Now on to the report,

+Rojac

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2. Executive Officer's Message:

Another slow week for logging but fear not the end of the plot is approaching and things are about to become simpler.  Things are escalating as small details are beginning to unlock the puzzle.  Mysterious ships, deadly weapons and most disturbingly the only suspects so far are wearing the same uniforms!  How can you resist logging?

+Ixus

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3. Weekly Orders, Plot Information and Summaries

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Orders

       This Week

            CHIMERA

• VULCAN - Scott can start wrapping things up and turning patients over to the Vulcan authorities.
• ANDOR - Reese is rescuing Dior. Kroitzer can help set up a home base if he wants. Where is Levison!? Castillo, get your patient some aide.
• EARTH - Good job, General. Now where have all our leaders gone? Rojac, and Walters - who is behind this?

        UNITY

• Cortez's investigation...
• What about the virus loose around the civilian hospital. 

        

        Last Week

        CHIMERA

• Vulcan - Reinforcements should be arriving and patients can be transferred to civilian hospitals on Vulcan. (Rangi, Bren and Rojac)
• Andor - Help sort the chaos! Evacuate survivors from the inferno! (Aza, Cortez, Gutz, Mike and Rojac)
• Earth - Who owns the terrorists' ship?  (Frankie, Ixus and Rojac)

            UNITY

• Deal with the outbreak on Aeran III and UNITY. (This is in the hands of Rangi, Cortez, Ixus and Butch.)

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Plot Information

Current Plot:

Terror on the Core Worlds
The core worlds of the Federation are rocked by deadly terrorist attack while the crew of the Chimera is attending their assigned conferences. How will they react to the chaos that ensues? Who is behind these sinister attacks? Is it he Romulans or some other unknown power? And how will these attacks influence President Spock's decision to use the most deadly weapon the Federation has ever developed?

Resources:

    Chimera Wiki

    Google Docs

    Blogger Archive

    Memory Alpha

    Memory Beta

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Summaries

by Ixus

This week on the Chimera...

Anya leads Reaper Wing towards the hostile forces surrounding Rajish 4 who are flying Starfleet designed Valkyries and Warhammers.  MaiKai and Trent's wife, Sarah talk local employment in Unity's Sickbay.  Castillo and LtCmdr S'Hran get to work on escaping the trashed holodeck.  Another fateful reunion between Scott and Mercedes starts off on a bad foot as Mercedes is brought in for treatment.  Trent meets his new bodyguard then pops in to have a chat with the imprisoned Hoack.  Sharpe takes command in San Francisco and implements Martial Law trying to impose order in the chaotic city.  Rojac and Walters follow the terrorists course in the hijacked shuttle and are greeted by a mysterious cloaked ship.  Unity's Command Staff and Cortez meet and discuss the initial findings of the investigation into the 'viral infection' on Aeren III and now on Unity.

Quotable Quotes

by Ixus

Guess the Surprise Party's off then?

Inferior people were coming to try and stop them, they were
relatively insignificant but one of them was on Colonel Vernier's hit
list and that made her prime target number one.  This soon to be dead
woman had a name but she was better known by the name 'Stormchild'.

Maj. Anya 'Stormchild' Xerxes

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Are you still talking about Trent or the quarters?

Sarah said. "He's been living like a bachelor these past few months and the place needs some work. A woman's touch."

LtCmdr. Sarah 'Innuendo?' Donahue-Rodgers

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Why not to drink Turps #4

Her relief was short lived when she tried to move but
realised something was terribly wrong. "Scott..." she said
in alarm. "I can't feel my legs. I can't move them."

Lt Mercedes 'Ample Sufficiency' Carpenter

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Log of the Week

[USS Chimera] SD 241001.14 | Duty Log | MGen. Richard Sharpe

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4. Simulation Data:

All simulation data can be accessed and viewed in real time as Ixus and I update it from the Google Document that can be found here: Chimera Records - 2010

Weekly Log Leader: Butch with 4

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End Report

Captain Cropa Rojac

Commanding Officer

USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

Erassian Major Scott Walters

Executive Officer

USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

[USS Chimera] SD241001.19 ||SB 234: UNITY|| Duty Log, Capt. Trent Rodgers

=TF XO's Office=
=Starbase UNITY=
　
"Good afternoon, sir. It's good to see you back on duty, " Trent's aide, Denaria Loto said, then noticed just as the door closed at the two security guards out in the corridor, who took their positions outside. "And it seems that you met some new friends. How nice."
 
"Wonderful," Trent said scarastically. "I feel like one of those damn politicians that I use to have to babysit when I was heading up Federation Council security. Now I know how annoying it is."
 
"It can't be all that bad, can it?" she asked as she placed another item inside a box.
 
"Yes, it can be," Trent said in a low tone. "By the way, what are you doing?"
 
"I'm packing my personal belongings."
 
"Why?"
 
"I was under the impression you no longer wanted me as your aide."
 
Trent went over to her desk and started unpacking her box.
 
"Oh, no. You don't get out of it that easy," he said. "From what I'm told, I need an aide and I haven't fired you. So, guess what? Your stuck in this mess just as I am."
 
She grabbed a small Katarian figurine from Trent's hand, "So, your not pissed off at me?"
 
"I've never been able to be pissed off at someone who saved my life. Even if she was deceptive about her reasoning for taking the job."
 
"I wasn't just deceptive. I flat out lied."
 
"Even so, I'd be lost around here without you," Trent said.
 
She stared at him for a moment.
 
"I'm ... I'm touched," and she felt it, too.
 
"Besides, I'd hate to go though another job search. And starfleet would likely assign me an idiot. So ..."
 
She shook her head.
 
"Oh, yeah. I'm so touched," she said, this time with sarcasm.
 
"Glad to hear it. Anyhow, may have a situation developing planetside," he explained. "I'm going to need you to contact a couple of captains for me."
 
"How bad?" she asked.
 
"Not certain just yet. We're going to quarantine the planet just to be on the safe side."
 
He explained the basics of his meeting with the admiral, Rangi and Cortez.
 
"So, it's bad. I mean, you don't quarantine an entire planet if isn't bad, do you?"
 
"No, you don't," Trent said with a more serious tone. "Major Cortez, the Chimera security chief, has been sent down to take a closer look. We'll see what his investigation uncovers. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to make certain everyone is on the same page."
 
She nodded as he entered his office.
 

Captain Trent Rodgers
XO, 1st TF, SSF Command
XO, SB 234: UNITY
 
and
 
Denaria Loto (npc by Rick)
1st Task Force XO's Aide

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[USS Chimera] || AERAN III || SD 241001.18 || Duty Log || Part Two || Major Richard Cortez

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

=/-\= Aeran III, Sunset =/-\=

"Are you armed", Marine Captain Remington asked as the two men stepped
outside the hospital into the fading sunlight. The air was already
becoming cooler, a welcome relief from the daytime heat that pounded
the planet.

"No, should I be", Richard said looking back.

Remington chuckled and continued walking. "The patrol is about eight
miles to the west", catching the look on the Major's face he
continued, "But luckily we have transport", he said pointing to a six
wheeled multipurpose vehicle.

Richard breathed a smile of inward relief, he wasn't sure he could
hump eight miles over generally rugged terrain, at least not now with
his chest still healing. As the two men stepped towards the vehicle
three armed marines jumped up from their spots sitting on the ground.

"Captain were good to go", the driver appeared waving his hand as he
leaned out the drivers side window.

"Excellent", Remington answered, "Major", he then said motioning for
Richard to step inside.

The rest of the group followed taking seats to the side and in back of
Cortez who rode directly behind the driver, the Captain taking his
spot in the front passenger seat. As the engine came to life and the
vehicle began moving Remington turned back and looked at the marine
sitting next to Richard.

"How long since the patrol has checked in".

Checking his watch, "Uhh...about 90 minutes now Sir".

Remington glanced over at Cortez and noticed the look of concern on
his face, "Probably just the interference, it sometimes effects our
ground based communications also".

Richard nodded and looked out through the window into the distance.
The sun was setting fast.

=***= 30 Minutes Later =***=

"OK this is it", the driver said as he slowed the vehicle to a crawl,
finally stopping.

The road continued on but a small trail lead off to the South West
through some brush and around a hillside. Everyone stepped out of the
vehicle and looked around. It was quiet.

"Santiago", Remington said looking at the driver, "Stay here with the
vehicle, everyone else, lets move out".

A few minutes later the group made its way down the path and finally
reached the rally point.

"Uhhh, this should be it", one of the marines said checking his
instruments. "They should be here".

"HELLO", one of the other marines yelled.

The sun was almost gone now.

Something catching his eye, Cortez stepped off to the side and pulled
out a small flashlight from a leg pocket. Shining the light down he
noticed a phaser rifle laying in the dirt. "Remington", he turned
back towards the Captain, "Somethings wrong".

A quick search of the area revealed equipment scattered all over the
area and a trail of blood leading away from the rally point.

"I'll take that weapon now", Cortez said looking back at the Marine
Captain who was now sweating profusely.

After radioing back to Santiago with a sit-rep the five men moved out
and followed the trail of blood. It didn't take long even in the
darkness to find the cave that it led up to, as they got closer, more
and more blood and bits of rotting brown flesh soaked all over the
dirt and brush making it almost impossible not to trace the trail.

"What the hell could have done this", the youngest marine said,
clearly nervous as they neared the cave entrance.

"What worry's me", Richard said shining his light towards obvious boot
prints in the dirt, "Anyone who's lost this much blood wouldn't be
getting up again".

The men moved forward, weapons drawn, stepping inside the cave.
Immediately they began to see a few bodies. The dead looked as if
they'd been running, trying to escape further into the mountain.

"Is that...", the young marine said stepping towards a decapitated
head, "Oh shit, that's Rico...that's Rico...GAME OVER MAN...I'm
getting out of here". he began to scream hysterically.

"Shut him up", Remington shouted just before Richards fist slammed
into the side of the marines jaw.

Before he could react, Cortez then grabbed him from behind and held
his hand over his mouth, "Calm Down", he whispered. After several
long tense seconds he finally relaxed and Richard let him go and
handed him back his rifle.

The team then continued moving further into the cave, in the next
chamber was evidence of a one-sided firefight, one-sided because only
one wall of the cavern was pockmarked by phaser fire. Opposite that
wall were the shooters. Remington's patrol had been torn apart. Their
limbs, their bones, shredded and splintered…some still clutching their
weapons, Richard took notice of a severed hand with a rifle still in
the grip. The hand was missing a finger. It was found across the
room, along with what was left of an unidentifiable body, it had been
nearly completely vaporized by phaser fire.

Further progress into the cave was not possible as it had collapsed
from some sort of an explosion.

"I think someones still alive", one of the marines called out,
summoning the others to his location. He was kneeling down in front
of the rubble where the cave had collapsed, his light shining on a
hand sticking out of the limestone. "Its moving".

Reacting from the gut, Cortez leaned forward and grabbed the hand and
pulled. It squeezed back, hard, causing him to groan in pain as it
almost crushed his fingers. "DAMN", Richard grunted as he tried to
get away, but it wouldn't let go, its grasp like steel. Digging in
with his feet, Richard pushed with all his might finally dislodging
the hand from the rubble. Unfortunately that wasn't all, first the
arm came free with the hand, then the head, then the torn face with
dark black lines spreading across it with wide eyes and gray lips,
then the other hand also reaching towards Richards arm and squeezing,
followed finally by the shoulders. Suddenly the rocks gave way
causing Cortez to fall back, pulling the top half of the creature on
top of him, the waist down still jammed under the rocks and somehow
still connected to the upper torso by a line of entrails.

"KILL IT", Cortez shouted at the stunned marines as Captain Remington
pointed his weapon down at the demon, but afraid to fire for fear of
hitting the major.

"I can't get a shot", Remington shouted kicking the creature trying to
pry it loose.

But that didn't stop it. It was still moving, still clawing at
Cortez, trying to pull his arm into its mouth. Reaching down he
fumbled for his phaser and pointed it at the creature. The burst was
angled upward, connecting just under and behind the chin, vaporizing
its head immediately.

After pulling himself up, Richard sat down on a rock and caught his
breath, the pain in his chest seemingly unbearable, making it hard to
breath.

"You OK?", Remington looked down at Richard handing him a canteen
filled with water.

"We need to get back to the outpost", he said pouring some of the
water over the back of his neck.

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

Major Richard Cortez
CSEC
USS Chimera

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NPC Marine Captain Remington

[USS Chimera] || AERAN III || SD 241001.18 || Duty Log || Part One || Major Richard Cortez

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

=/-\= Aeran III, Late Afternoon =/-\=

Major Richard Cortez stepped off the small shuttle as it landed in the
dirt a few hundred feet from the rebuilt outpost on Aeran III. He was
immediately greeted by Marine Captain Remington and a civilian doctor
who introduced himself as Robert Beaumont.

"We've been expecting you", Remington spoke after exchanging greetings.

"Good", Cortez responded, "Then you know why I'm here", he asked.

"Yes", Beaumont spoke up, "but I'm afraid you wont find what your looking for".

"And what am I looking for Doctor?".

Remington shot a sideways glance at the doctor.

Beaumont stuttered, "La-look, besides a few normal cases of the flu,
there isn't anything out of the ordinary".

"Show me".

**Several Minutes Later, Inside the Temporary Hospital**

The hospital was quiet, except for Beaumonts continual reassurances
that everything was fine. The trio passed a few armed guards who
quickly let them pass and eventually came to the emergency room.

Remington broke the silence. "I've been trying to reach Unity for a
couple days now, the interference is still mucking up our
communications, on your way back could you relay my report for me", he
said as he stepped towards the door and pulled out a keycard.

"Yeah sure", Richard responded. "So what have you found out regarding
the missing medical team".

Remington shook his head, "I don't know for sure, but the locals seem
to think they got attacked by wild animals".

"Riiiight", Cortez rolled his eyes.

The door slid open.

"Right this way Major", Beaumont interrupted stepping forward and
beckoning them to follow.

"I'm sorry Major, but I have a few pressing matters to take care of at
the moment", Remington spoke up, "If you'll excuse me, perhaps we can
meet up later and discuss things in more detail".

Richard nodded, "No worries Captain, we'll meet up later", he added as
the marine walked away, then turned back towards Beaumont.

The room opened up to a row of seven patients, all laying on cots, all
barely conscious. "See, everything's fine", the doctor said motioning
to one of the few nurses in the room who began walking towards him.
"This is Nurse Wilkerson..."

Richard ignored the doctor and moved towards the nearest patient.
Noticing a small screen on a stand next to the cot he immediately
shifted his gaze to it. According to the readings the patient was
running a high fever and her heart rate was elevated. He looked back
down to the patient, a young girl no more than 20 years old, and
noticed she was shivering, and barely coherent.

"Typical symptoms of a fever Major", Beaumont said stepping to the
side of Cortez as he moved to each of the patients, one by one in the
line. All had similar symptoms and similar readings, except for the
last one, a child. As Cortez examined the boy he noticed feint dark
lines pulsating seemingly with his heart beat, on his face.

"Whats this", he said pointing towards his discovery.

"We think its an allergic reaction to the medicine that we've
administered", Beaumont quickly responded.

Not satisfied with the response, Richrd twisted around and took a deep
breath. "I want you to take the names of all who have had contact
with the infected", he said looking directly at the doctor.

Beaumont cringed, "I assure you that's not necessary Major, we have everyth-".

Cortez cut him off, "I'll be the one the decides what is and isn't
necessary Doctor", he paused shortly but was interrupted himself by
Captain Remington who suddenly burst in through the entrance.

"Oh there you are, Major, I thought you may have moved on already",
he said stepping forward.

Richard turned towards him and noticed he was now wearing a phaser at
his side. "Is everything alright".

"I've just heard back from one of my patrols, they think they've found
the missing medical team....or whats left of them", he stopped and
wrinkled his nose as he breathed in, "Was getting ready to head out to
see for myself and thought you might wanna tag along".

Richard nodded, "Yes I would", turning back towards the doctor, "We'll
continue this discussion when I get back".

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

Major Richard Cortez
CSEC
USS Chimera

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NPC
Marine Captain Remington

NPC
Civilian Doctor Robert Beaumont