[USS Chimera] SD241001.24 ||SB 234: ANDOR || Duty Log || First Lt. Castillo

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

=/-\= Andor =/-\=

"Go find some tools, why don't you", Lieutenant Castillo said to
himself as he trudged through the snow. "This is Nuts", he he
continued to grumble, moving towards what looked like a temporary
command post being set up. As he approached he noticed several armed
men standing in front of a trailer. 'Must be somebody important in
there', he thought to himself and moved past them towards another
grouping of tents containing injured people. He stepped inside the
first tent where three people were laying on cots. Noticing a black
bad under the first bed Castillo kneeled down, pulled it out and
opened it up. Inside he found a tricorder and a knife. "Sorry mate",
he said looking up at the unconscious man whom he was stealing from.
Taking the two items he then pushed the bag back and stepped to the
next bed.

"Well whats this", Charly said to himself as he saw a security
pass-card still clipped to the patients chest. "You wont be needing
this for a while", he muttered under his breath and stashed the card
in his pocket. Moving to the final patient he found no tools but
noticed a flask held tightly in his hand. Sliding the container out
of the man's grip he unscrewed the lid and sniffed inside. "Oooh",
Charly chuckled as the alcohol fumes hit his nostrils. "I think I'm
gonna need this more than you now", he said taking a swig and standing
up.

Turning around he stepped to the tent entrance flipped the flap back
and was just about to step out when he noticed a small tool box
containing an assortment of different items sitting on the ground next
to the entrance. Charly quickly grabbed it by the handle quickly
stepped outside.

Content that he had scrounged enough equipment so that Captain Reese
wouldn't threaten his life again, the Lieutenant then made his way
back towards the triage center that they had set up.

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

First Lieutenant Carlos "Charly' Castillo
DSec
USS Chimera

[USS Chimera] SD241001.24 ||SB 234: UNITY|| Duty Log, Capt. Trent Rodgers

=TF XO's Office=
=Starbase UNITY=
 
Trent had just returned from his discussion with Captain Chisulo, just
stepping in the door when Denaria Loto interrupted his thoughts.
 
"Sir, ops just called. They said that there was a ship attempting to
break the quarantine on Aeran III," his aide said.
 
"And so it begins," Trent muttered.
 
"Huh?"
 
"Nevermind," Trent said. "Which starship is the closest?"
 
"Let me see," she said, looking over the brief report on her computer
screen. "That would be the Magellan."
 
"Captain Mayo," Trent said. "Well, with him at least things won't get
out of control. He'll know how to handle the situation."
 
This ... whatever it was ... was starting to get bad in a hurry. He knew
Rangi's people would do their best to find a cure from their end, but he
wondered how much time she would have before ...
 
"Starbase operations to Captain Rodgers."
 
'This will probably not be good,' Trent thought as he stood at the
doorway between his office and his aide's office.
 
"Rodgers here."
 
"Sir, we have a situation in the religious quarter."
 
"What kind of situation?" Trent asked.
 
"A riot has broken out."
 
"Great," he muttered.
 
"Sir ...?"
 
"Have a security team dispatched immediately. I'll meet them there.
Rodgers out."
 
Trent paused for a moment, staring into his office. He looked back at
Denaria..
 
"I should have stayed in the San Francisco P.D.," he said.
 
"But, sir, wasn't San Francisco just bombed?" she asked.
 
"Yeah, but I'd have a better idea what to do there," Trent said as he
walked past her desk and out into the corridor.
　
 
Captain Trent Rodgers
XO, 1st TF, SSF Command
XO, SB 234: UNITY
 
and
 
Denaria Loto (npc by Rick)
1st Task Force XO's Aide

---

Hotmail: Trusted email with powerful SPAM protection. Sign up now.

[USS Chimera] SD 241001.24 || Duty Log || Collateral Damage || Major Cortez

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

=/-\= Starbase Unity =/-\=

When Richard arrived at the airlock he was immediately met by the
Sergeant who had summed him, who simply pointed towards a lone child
standing at the front of the hall.

"She's all alone Major, can't we just let her pass".

Richard stepped closer to the little girl who was crying, obviously
terrified. "Where are your parents", he said kneeling down in front
of her.

The child didn't answer though and just continued to cry, seemingly
too afraid to even talk.

Cortez stood up and closed his eyes for a second and was just about to
allow the child entry when he noticed something on the side of her
forehead, almost completely covered up by her hair. He stopped and
peered in closer. He then took a few steps back and realized that in
all the commotion he hadn't bother to arm himself and looked to the
nearest guard.

"Shoot her".

The guard who already had his weapon drawn looked back at Richard,
"What", he said looking confused.

"You heard me Private", Richard said louder, "I said eliminate the target now!".

The crewmen just a skinny little runt, not the bravest or the
strongest person to have ever donned a starfleet uniform suddenly
lowered his weapon and looked Cortez straight in the eyes, "No Sir",
he said, his rifle shaking in his grip.

It was at this point, that the child turned into a wire demon. It was
as if the thing inside her knew what was happening and sensing that
its attempt to get on the ship had failed decided to attack. The
veins burst forth from her body and shot towards the skinny guard who
had no time to react and was quickly punctured several times and
nearly decapitated as one of the wires impacted him directly in the
throat.

Finally understanding the threat before them, the rest of the men
standing at the checkpoint opened fire onto the demon and immediately
vaporized it, erasing any indication that it had even existed.

Stepping towards his dead crewmen, Richard leaned down and picked up
his rifle, "This is why we don't let anyone through", he said pointing
the weapon down at what was left of the man and firing, vaporizing the
corpse, leaving only the blood that had been splattered across the
floor and walls. Turning around he stepped to Sergeant Hunter, "Do
you understand whats going on now", he said looking into the man's
eyes.

"Yes sir", Hunter responded

"Good", Richard said resting the rifle over his shoulder, "Because I'm
leaving you in charge here", he said signaling for two of the nearby
guards. "Nobody gets through, if you have too, blow the airlock and
completely seal off the ship from the station".

"What", the Sergeant said confused, "Where are you going".

"To find a doctor", the Major replied and signaled for the two men to
follow him.

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

Major Richard Cortez
CSec
USS Chimera

[USS Chimera] SD 241001.24 || Duty Log || Major Cortez

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

=/-\= Starbase Unity =/-\=

It didn't take long after Cortez had been released from his cell that
he almost wished he hadn't been. Unity station it seemed was in utter
chaos now and for all the security measures in place it seemed nobody
knew what the hell to do about the wire demons. Richard's first
priority though was to the Chimera and securing it, both from the
demons and from any one else looking to perhaps find refuge on board.
Of course this couldn't be happening at a worse time as most of the
senior staff on the ship was nowhere near Unity. For a brief moment
he wondered what would happen if things really got out of control and
came to the conclusion that the base would probably be quarantined and
eventually 'cleansed'. All personnel on board would become casualties
of the Romulan war and the entire event just covered up. But there
wasn't much he could do about that now, his goal was to get to his
ship and muster any crewmen he could find to seal it off and protect
it from the demons.

He managed to get to the Chimera with out much trouble. Most people
seemed to be confused and afraid and unsure of what to do or what was
even happening. It was kind of funny he told himself as he passed a
crying, hysterical lieutenant, how even the highly regarded Special
Forces could collectively loose their shit when confronted with
something they didn't understand.

Once at his destination he quickly took command of the crew that had
so far made it back and organized a defensive position in front of the
airlock joining the ship with the station. Unfortunately just flying
the Chimera away was out of the question since the entire station was
on lock down now and any ship caught leaving would probably just be
viewed as a threat.

With the ship operating with a skeleton crew already and most of the
people assigned out still on vacation, he managed to muster just
eighteen security guards to hold the line. Fortunately they were all
well armed, able to pick whatever they wanted from the ships armory.

It didn't take long before people started finding their way to the
checkpoint and demanding and begging to be allowed to enter. The
Major's orders were clear though, the ship was sealed and now nobody
was allowed on board, not even assigned crew members. It was a tough
decision, but Cortez figured it was best not to risk the disease
spreading to those already on board the Chimera. So everyone was
turned away. He chuckled to himself as he imagined the disapproving
look that Commander Summers would no doubt give him if she knew that
he personally denied entry to a woman carrying a small child and even
threatened to have her fired upon if she didn't leave immediately.

Eventually, once he was sure everyone understood the situation Cortez
entered back onto the ship and proceeded to send out a message
explaining what was happening to each of the Senior Officers who were
now attending conferences on separate planets. Once that was
accomplished he comprised one more message, different from the rest
for Captain Rojac personally.

"Computer Record Video", Cortez said standing in front of the computer.

Captain Rojac, this is Major Cortez. We have a dire situation
unfolding here on Starbase Unity, it is being locked down under fear
of some sort of...", his voice paused for a second, "...Virus that
seems to be highly infectious and extremely dangerous. I have managed
to gather what crewmen I could find as most were still on R and R and
have so far succeeded in sealing the ship off from the station. I
don't expect to be able to hold out indefinitely as the nature of this
disease turns those unlucky enough to be infected into raging
monsters. I send this message to ask you for guidance on what you
want me to do with your ship", he paused again.

"OK, computer send message to Captain Cropa Rojac", Cortez instructed
and then listened for the beep signaling that the file transfer had
been successfully sent.

It was at this moment that Richards communicator beeped.

"Major, we have a problem", came the voice of Sergeant Hunter, one of
the men positioned at the airlock. "You'd better get over here".

"On my way", Cortez responded and immediately made his way there.

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

Major Richard Cortez
CSec
USS Chimera