Monday, March 9, 2009

[USS Chimera] SD 240903.09 | SB Unity | Duty Log, Cmdr Ohmsford (1TF-Sci/Eng)

Bren Ohmsford <ohmsford83@gmail.com> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:

= SB Unity, TF Science Section  - Communications Lab 1 =

The lab was empty as Bren sat in front of Outpost R-12's
communications beacon and studied the archive of logs and communique's
he'd pulled from it. As soon he was back on Unity, he'd taken the
device to the lab and cordoned it off, allowing no access to any
unauthorized personnel, which was basically anyone but himself.

An active relay transmitting encrypted messages that was supposed to
be deactivated on a derelict station had rang a few alarm bells in
Bren's head, and if his suspicions were correct, those encrypted
messages were being sent from Unity. If there was indeed a mole on the
station, there was no telling who it was and he didn't want any one
else to have access to a communications relay that would've been
destroyed along with the rest of R-12.

It was highly likely that the spy learned about the Tarangor mission
and then sent word that the relay and the rest of the station be
destroyed immediately. Bren had little evidence to back up his theory
so far, since he was having trouble decrypting some of the
information, but the telemetry data suggested that there were three
signals of origin; one originating from the Epsilon 11 Comms Relay,
which was a main communications carrier for Unity, and two originating
from non-Federation relays which could not be identified.

The encryption codes were like nothing Bren had seen before and he
didn't think it even resembled any Romulan encryption patterns. What
intrigued him was the amount of "noise" and radio echoes that were
received by the R-12 relay. At first he didn't think anything of it
because all subspace beacons pick up sensor ghosts and echoes, but
then he had an idea and ran it through an identifier algorithm and
realised that their was a patter to the information. It was just
random echoes that were being received, but specific ones that were
repeated over and over.

Even more intriguing was what these were. They were specific public
news broadcasts that could be intercepted by anyone, but they were
bounced from a non-Federation source, which was quite unlikely. Very
well hidden, anyone looking at them would just think they were
Federation broadcasts, but they were more than that. There was a
series of 17 broadcasts that were repeated exactly 17 times, all
reporting on certain events that happened throughout the Federation.

The first was of an educational program discussing the origins of the
Spinward Marsh and the myriad anomalies contained therein. The second
was a report of the murder of a group of well-respected scientists
that were supposedly working on a classified project for Starfleet
Intelligence R&D. Then a report about the destruction of the USS
Hyperion, the cause of which was not mentioned. Another was about the
construction of a monument on New Geneva in order to comemmorate the
turn of the 24th Century, dating back to 2399, and a report about the
crash of the USS Enterprise-D on Veridian III. Then there was a report
of an Admiral's wife that had been abducted along with their two
children by a group of Orion pirates in the 23rd century plus a number
of other news reports.

It didn't make any sense. There had to be a connection somewhere, but
where? Glancing at the chronometer, Bren decided to call it a night.
He had a dinner date with Liev, Rangi and Shane and knew he had to
take some time to let the information sift through his head. Maybe an
idea would come to him in the middle of the night.

= End Log =

Commander Bren Ohmsford
Science & Act. Engineering Advisor
1st Task Force, SSF

Friday, March 6, 2009

[USS Chimera] SD 240903.06 || JL || Commo Guzman & Capt Rojac ||

[Commodore's Office - SB 234: UNITY]

Captain Cropa rojac sat in the waiting area in front of
Pakosii's desk. The Commodore had requested a meeting, and
he quickly obliged. Rojac had a lot of respect for his
former Captain, and didn't mind waiting a few moments to see
him. What he did mind was his shoulder. During his sparring
match with Lt Rayna the previous day it appeared he had
sprained his deltoid. His right shoulder was quite sore and
made him wince if he moved it to quickly. He hoped the
Commodore wouldn't notice. He was writing down a note to
make an appointment with Dr. Rice when the Commodore's aide
spoke up from behind the desk.

Busy with million and one thing, Shane just finished a long
talk with the head of Special forces Intelligence (SSFI).
Lernen's death was the main point … or more the
intelligence vacuum left on the UNITY and 1TF after his
death. At last, both man agreed that a small group of SSFI
operatives and analyst would help the situation
considerably. Logistic was still an issue as Shane was not
told when to expect those agents .. but 'soon'.
It was some 10 minutes ago since Pakosii signaled that Rojac
was there to see him and once the communication to SB Bragg
was over, Shane pressed the button saying "I am free".
"Captain Rojac" Pakosii said finally, "the Commodore
is now expecting you. Please proceed".

"Thank you, Lieutenant." Rojac replied, nodding and standing
up before making his way past the guards into the office
beyond them. He smiled and snapped a brief salute as he
entered the room. "Commodore, Captain Rojac reporting."
Shane smiled at his former Chief Tactical Officer. Long time
passed since Cropa was a young Lieutenant behind the
tactical console just waiting for his Captain to give the
order to fire. At some point Cropa left the Chimera to
assume a XO position on an another ship, but eventually
returned back to Chimera as XO and later CO.
"Welcome, Captain" Shane said and offered a seat to
Chimera's CO. "I am glad that my favorite ship is safe
and sound back. Anything to drink?"

"Black coffee if you have it, sir." The Captain replied.
Placing the requested drink in front of Rojac, Shane walked
over to his end of the desk and seated himself as well.
"So, tell me please how does the Chimera-C feels like?"
Shane started.

Rojac put the mug down to his lap after taking the first
sip. "She's magnificent. Almost reminiscent of the 'A'. She
agile, quick and she packs a mean punch." He smiled. "i
think she'll serve the fleet quite nicely."

Nodding, Shane said: "Let's hope you keep your ship in
one piece far longer then any of Chimera's CO ever
managed. I've heard some rumors from SSF Command that IF
they should give us an ANOTHER Chimera within this decade,
someone's head would be attached to the main deflector"

Rojac laughed. "Whether it mine or yours, I determined not
to let that happen, sir."

"OK, lets get back to your mission" Shane said looking
at Cropa, "I understand that you've met a strong Romulan
resistance with advanced weapons and tactics and believe
that all our sensor network along the neutral zone is
compromised … "

Rojac put his coffee on the edge of the desk as he got down
to discussing business. "Aye, sir. We ran into two warbirds
initially. They were new scout designs with better
acceleration and mobility. They had an interesting hull
plating leading from the engineering hull to the nacelles
that I have a feeling has to do more than aesthetics.
Captain Xerxes' fighters engaged a new fighter class as
well, designed for capital ship destruction. The cruisers we
engaged after the intial wave weren't all that different
than intelligence already suggested, only with a newer class
of disruptors. I understand Commander Terek ahs already
begun studying their effects on Federation hull
compositions."

Shane nodded: "For decades Starfleet command considers the
apparent lack of new ship's design in Romulan Empire.
You've been a tactical officer yourself, so I don't have
to explain you that the ROmulans have just a few ship's
classes and maintain using them for long years, but in the
last 20 years, we've seen a huge improvement here. What
began with the Reman Scimitar design … seems to go on more
rapidly. I wonder if the Romulans have foreign help in their
ship designing centers. But what about the sensor network,
Captain? Is it really compromised?"

"Yes. I do believe they have compromised the sensor
network." Rojac nodded. "And I concur with Captain Xerxes'
assumption that they were waiting to ambush a federation
vessel with their new fighter wings. They weren't prepared
for a new century class and her fighter wing though. I only
think the Hindenburg could have performed better."

"Damn" Shane said, "that means that we have to
relocate all of our listening posts within several sectors.
That's a bad news and I am sure that Starfleet Command
won't like it."

"We could have the Outpost commander exploy the on-board
thrusters for redeployment of the grid." Rojac suggested.

Nodding Shane said: "At least we learn about it now and
not when it's too late. Romulans were always excellent in
ways of deception and intelligence and unfortunately SFI
can't keep the pace with Tal'Shiar."

Rojac agreed. "Romulus allotts a significant amount of their
military budget to the Tal'Shiar, an amount I'm afraid the
Federation will never ideologically suport."

"Hmmm …" Shane said slowly, "so what about the
fighters? You say that they helped a lot in the battle?"

"They did, sir." Rojac nodded. "I think the Chimera would
have been in quite a dire circumstance without them."

"Then I do not understand your reservations regarding
Xerxes' suggestion to emply more fighters within SSF and
Starfleet as a whole …"

"My only reservation is with the current state of the
majority of starfleets fighter squadrons." Rojac replied.
"Valkyries are no match in a dogfight with a Romulan
Scorpion. The Scorpions have better maneuverability, speed,
and firepower. And the Warhammer assault ships are too bulky
and slow to be effective against some of the new romulan
designs." Rojac crossed his arms in front of his chest. "In
order to compete in that theatre, I believe we need to
update our fighters across the fleet. We need to roll the
Lancers out into mass production to replace the Valkyries
and we need to update the Warhammer design. Otherwise, our
squadrons are going to get massacred in the battlefield."

"That's a good point" Shane replied. "Warhammers are
good for troop transport or attacking capital ship, but sure
not suitable for dog fights. Valkyres really need an
replacement, but the problem is that it would take up to a
few years to replace them all. Maybe we will have to start
in a smaller scale … lets say 1TF and see about the
results. We shall see."

"Certainly with Commander Ohmsford's shipyard project we can begin addressing the situation soon." Rojac said.

"Well, Captain, you did very well on your mission …
again. Your next mission should be of a more enjoyable kind
… two weeks of R&R on the UNITY. Since Admiral LaGrand's
forces eased the pressure on the Task Force, there will be
another 10 ships stationed for R&R here, so there will be
plenty opportunities to learn someone new. Security is
somewhat an issue lately, so please ask your crew to be at
least not absolutely careless while on board the station.

"I will make note of that, sir." Rojac nodded.

"We shall have a few more meetings during your R&R, but
besides them, I'd like your crew and you enjoy the free
time. To be absolutely clear, Captain … that's an
order"

Rojac smirked from behind his beard. "I'll go find a jacuzzi somewhere to read my reports then."

"All right then" Shane said with a laugh, "if there is
nothing else, then I see you on the 1st meeting in 72 hours.
You are dismissed."


[End Log]

Commodore Shane Guzman
Commanding Officer
SB 234: UNITY & SSF First Taskforce

&

Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer
USS Chimera NCC96899-C

[USS Chimera] SD 240903.06 || Narendra Mission || JL || Capt Chisulo & Amb Ayanami ||

[Narendra Station - in orbit of Narendra IV - Klingon Territory]

The intensity of the piercing shriek died down suddenly, and the vision returned to Chisulo's eyes. His head pounded, he could feel the throbbing in his temples and the pressure behind his eyes. His head was cloudy and his vision blurry - which was why he didn't quite believe what he was seeing as he slowly picked his face off the metal grating of the command center's deck plating. 
He saw the back on the white robed alien standing defiantly before an angelic figure brightly aglow with her wings spread wide. Had the gods come to save me? He thought to himself. But then he recognized the face: Ambassador Ayanami.

"Thought you guys could use a little help but now I found me a whole barrel of fun."  Alecto unleashed a wave of illusions at the creature probing it for weaknesses that she could exploit.

A whispering voice permeated through to the Ambassador's mind, it was low and raspy - like a gust of wind through the reeds. {{I have not sensed your kind before, hybrid. You are an interesting species.}} If the creature had a mouth, it probably would have a devious toothy grin. Instead it's sunken and dark eyes squinted at the hybrid ambassador as if sizing her up. {{Talented, yes. But young and naive. Nothing a few more centuries couldn't fix.}}

{{I'm a weapon developed for destruction.  Longevity isn't exactly in the game plan.  As Hybrids we only do three things.  We Live, We Fight, We Die.}} Alecto sent back to the creature calmly whilst building her power for one decisive attack.  
{{And yet…}} It's eyes closed briefly before flashing open once more, {{you are an ambassador for your state?}} It opened its arms wide. {{How intriguing.}} 

Suddenly, a console was ripped off the floor sending sparks across the metal grating as it was tossed in Alecto's direction. 

Alecto jumped up and kicked the console back towards the white robed alien.  {{You think cheap parlor tricks can stop a Hybrid Assassin?}}

The creature held up a bony hand, halting the progress of the hulking device in mid-air before tossing it into the view-screen along the far wall. {{Why fight, Ambassador? Our quarrel is not with your kind. We seek retribution only against the Federation.}}

{{And why do you seek retribution against the Federation?  They are for the most part dominated by sycophantic politicians and hopeless idealists.}}  Alecto stood her ground.

Chisulo managed to make the crawl over to Faulkner's body undetected. He reached down and checked the officer's pulse – there was none. He closed his eyes briefly before grabbing his comrade's combat kit and picked up his phaser rifle. He crawled away from the corpse of his fallen comrade, and took cover behind a console where he checked the power cell on the rifle. It was down to one third.

Alecto noticed the movement and increased the telepathic focus on the alien.  She reached down and grasped the hilt of her katana.  {{Then I guess it was you who is responsible for the death of Harbright.  I can't say I liked him but he was useful.}}  Alecto garnered all of her mental energy and at the moment she unsheathed the first few inches of her katana she unleashed it like the waters of a breached dam cascading relentlessly downstream.  The attack would not stop the alien but it would focus all it's attention for just long enough.

The creature fortified itself against the sudden onslaught forming a barrier of blue between itself and the hybrid assassin. The barrier did not cover its back, where Chisulo's phaser rifle - set to heavy stun - found it's mark. The robed creature crumpled to the floor. Chisulo stood to his full height and slowluy approached the fallen figure, his muzzle ever facing the quarry. 

Alecto resheathed her katana and said loudly to Chisulo "Well not to spoil the victory celebration but heavy reinforcements are inbound with orders to shut this station down permanently.  We've got less than four minutes to be elsewhere so let's get moving."

Chisulo cast a sullen glance back toward Faulkner's fallen form. Then he turned back to Alecto. "Carry this one, I'm taking my comrade back with us."

"You do realise you Federation bastards are too soft to make any real sacrifices.  Life to you is merely a token in a game but to us it is a bullet in russian roulette..  Still I'm not one to argue with sentimental bastards..." Alecto said as she picked up Faulkner.

"I'm not leaving him behind, Ambassador." Chisulo grunted as he hoisted the limp body of the alien onto his shoulders. He moved toward the doorway. "According to my contact, a pathway to the General's vessel should be through his office over there. They should have it ready by now."

"Naturally and the word is that of those who are undying to the Federation cause...no offense but once our cargo is safely stowed I want to return to my own fighter"  Alecto said as she carried the burden of Faulkner the the Federation's alternative transport.

Chisulo cast the woman a strange glance as the door to the office opened. "After you."


[End Log]


Captain Tedros Chisulo

 Tactical Advisor

SSF First Taskforce


&

Ambassador Alecto Ayanami

Erassian Alliance Ambassador to SB 234: UNITY

Thursday, March 5, 2009

[USS Chimera] SD: 240903.05 Joint NPC Log Constantine Gambaretti & Rowan Campbell

 
=/\= Campbell's Home =/\=
Upon entering the unlocked house Rowan's mother was found in bed.  Her breathing was shallow and labored, while her skin held a bluish tint.  Her body temperature was elevated; making her coloration all the more odd.  In listening to Lissa's lungs; the doctor commented on how filled they seemed.
 
Rowan sat on a bucket outside the front door of her home.  She looked up when Constantine walked out the door.  "Is momma ... still in bed?"
 
"Yeah kiddo, she's just sleeping at the moment and the medic's looking after her.  It's likely they'll move her to the station for a little while and you'll come along as well.  I guess Joe can show you a few more Lassie movies whilst you're there."  Con said as he ruffled her hair.

"Will you watch them too," she asked.
 
"...Well when I'm not out on patrol I guess I could partake"  Con answered in a non-committal fashion.
 
"If I find you more treasure, will you watch movies with me and eat hot dogs and popcorn?"

"Listen Rowan you don't need to bribe me, I'll be there as long as I'm needed.  I can watch films and get you popcorn and hot dogs too provided you avoid puking over Nerso's shoes too often.  However if you're daddy hid more disks like the one you gave me earlier, it's important if we are to be able to help your daddy escape from the people who took him."  Con looked down at her seriously.

She looked at her shoes and kicked her heel against the bucket she was sitting on.  "Well... they looked for Daddy's treasures before... but I'm better at hiding them ... then he was." 
 
Rowan's use of the word was to describe her father was a true indication of truly how long her father had been gone and that Rowan had heard some of things the men, who had been searching for her father's treasures, said.  She hopped of the bucket and took off running toward a field of sheep.   As she reached the sheep they started to scatter but the dog that had been placidly sitting watching the sheep, sprung into action and kept them all together.
 
"Guess Lassie really does watch the sheep here."  Con said absent mindedly really wondering what Rurick had found that would make him worthy of abduction.

Rowan crested a small hill and tripped rolling down the other side, coming to a stop when she hit a small outcropping of rock.  Pretty soon she was bent down in front of the rocks as if she were praying to some alter.  All to quickly though half of her body disappeared from view..
 
"What the?"  Con started towards Rowna's position and saw she was worming her way down what looked like an oversized rabbit hole.  He reached in and tried to grab her before she went too far.
 
When she felt the warm hand enclose around her ankle, she became perfectly still, extremely unusual for a child of her age.  Nervously she asked, "Con?"
 
"Of course it's Con, who else would it be?"  He replied.
 
With his answer her little body relaxed and she relied, "Almost got it."
 
"How much deeper is it?"  He asked reluctant to let go of her, lest she get stuck underground.

"Just a little," she grunted and kicked her little feet until she'd wiggled from his grasp.  With only the tips of her shoes showing, she yelled, "Got it," and started to wiggle her body out backwards.
 
Con felt Rowan worming her way back up the tunnel and when he had a decent grip on her foot he pulled her up the tunnel to the surface.

She flipped onto her back and smiled up at Con, "That was fun."  In her hand she held some kind of foreign sash and wrapped in it was a map and another couple of small disks. 
 
Con raised an eyebrow  "Really?  I've never been that big a fan of going caving."
 
With an excited gleam in her eye, she held the items out to Con, "Now we can watch movies!!"  

Con examined the disks and if the data was anything like what he had seen on the first disk it could prove crucial to shutting down Orion Syndicate operations in this entire sector.  "For this I'll be more than glad to watch movies with hot dogs and popcorn."  Truth be told he would be willing to walk through barbed wire for this information.

=/\= End Log =/\=
 
Rowan Campbell (NPC Jass)
Lost Child

Constantine Gambaretti (NPC Ixus)
Promenade Security
SB 234: Unity



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