[USS Chimera] SD240911.02 ||SB 234: UNITY|| NPC Duty Log, Capt. Trent Rodgers

=TF XO's Office=
=Starbase UNITY=
　
"There's not much you could have done about any of it," Denaria Loto said as she looked over the same reports that Trent was reading.
　
"Unfortunately, you're right," Trent said as he tossed on of the PADDs he was reading onto the desk "Still ..."
　
Operation Magna wasn't looking like the overwhelming success that Trent had hoped for when he had seen off elements of that mission weeks earlier. Padassa had fallen, Anaxis had turned out to be a trap and the Chimera had to deal with an unexpected surprise.
　
At least this allowed Trent forget all about the death warrant placed on him and his brother being stolen away by some secret starfleet project.
　
"And out of all of this, the damn Erassians look like they're going to get their hands on some pretty impressive technology," Trent continued. "Sons of bi ..."
　
"I didn't know you had such animosity toward the Erassians," Demaria responded.
　
"If you haven't realized by now, I hate everyone," Trent said.
　
She just stared at him.
　
"Damn it, I don't hate the Erassians. It would have just been nice if one thing in this entire operation would have gone right for us," Trent added.
　
"Well, we did shut down that gate and the Bravo part of the operation was, on a whole, a success."
　
It was Trent's turn to stare at her.
　
"So, it could have been worse," she finished.
　
"Yeah, I suppose," Trent said, rubbing his eyes.
　
"Maybe you should take a break from these reports. You've been at it for five straight hours now."
　
"Maybe in a few minutes," Trent said.
　
"You said that an hour ago."
　
"Did I?"
　
She nodded as she had the computer on his desk facing her. She downloaded another report onto a PADD.
　
"Here's the latest from Anaxis," she said, handing him the PADD.
　
He looked it over for a couple of minutes. Moments later, the expression on his face changed to one of mild grief.
　
"Ms. Loto, if anyone else asks me for a transfer to a combat assignment, remind me of this day," Trent said before he stood, tossing the PADD back to Demaria. "I think I'll take that break now."
　
As Trent walked out of the office, Demaria looked over the PADD. She noticed a name that Trent had highlighted from the updated combat casualty report.
　
[First Lieutenant Benjamin Edward Bannister]
　
She remembered the name. He was Trent's former aide. The one he had approved a combat transfer for. She looked back at the now closed door.
 
 
Captain Trent Rodgers (npc by Rick)
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] SD 240911.01 | Duty Log | MGen. Richard Sharpe

=/\= Infirmary – USS Montgomery =/\=

 

Darkness.

 

He could hear sounds around him. At first they were muffled background sounds, but as consciousness claimed him from the depths of his slumber, he became more aware of those sounds. There were people talking around him in a room filled with other people… some of whom were screaming, others moaning.

 

“…think he’ll recover?”

 

“No, I don’t.”

 

“What do you want me to do, doctor?”

 

“Give him 20cc’s of impedrezene, let him go quietly, and with a little dignity.”

 

Richard’s eyes blinked open, and the harsh white light caused him to squint until his eyes adjusted to the light. He could see the two people who had been talking beside the bio-bed next to him. As they moved aside, after giving the patient his injection, he could see a young marine laying there, with half his face missing.

 

He sat up to take a good look at the young man… barely out of adolescence, laying there. Richard recognized him as Lance Corporal Higgins from Dog Company. He was a replacement from advanced gunnery school, presumably one of the artillery techs.

 

The doctor spotted that Richard was sitting up and moved next to him, to screen him from the marine. “Good to see you back with us General.” He said, trying to put some enthusiasm in his otherwise dour tone. He was a Tellarite, presumably in his 40’s, Earth year measurement anyway.

 

“Why am I here?” Richard asked, groggily.

 

“You suffered multiple injuries from projectile weapon impacts. You suffered a severe loss of blood, but we got to you in time to prevent brain damage due to a lack of oxygen.” The doctor said, uniformly, as if he were discussing the weather.

 

It was clear that Richard was in some sort of recovery ward, and that through a set of doors on the other side of the room, was the main triage area, where the screams were coming from. Richard slid off the bed, stumbled a little, and regained his composure.

 

“Sir, I would strongly recommend getting back onto the bio-bed. You need time to rest and recover.” The doctor said, moving to drive Richard back onto the bed. Richard glared at the man, and shoved past him, and strode over to the doorway leading to triage.

 

Inside was a carnage of blood, guts and agony. He could see doctors, medical technicians, nurses and other support staff rushing around inside the sickbay, tending to more people than the bay could adequately hold. There was blood all over the floor, as marines writhed in agony. Some were silent, which was more concerning to the doctors than those screaming.

 

The Tellarite doctor appeared at Richard’s side. “Sir, you shouldn’t be here. Please sir…”

 

Richard moved his arm away from the man’s touch. “I did this…” He said, softly.

 

“No sir, the Romulan’s did this.” Came a gruff voice from behind him, and Patrick Harper appeared at Richard’s right hand side. “Doctor Borvan contacted me and told me you were awake.”

 

“I failed them.” Richard said, looking pale and shell shocked. “I lead them into a trap. I failed to support them when things fell apart.”

 

“That’s not true sir!” Harper snapped. “You did all any one man could do and more. You have nothing to reproach yourself for.”

 

Richard looked up into the eyes of his Irish Sergeant Major. “Do you really believe that, Patrick?” Richard asked. “Look around this room, and tell me you believe that.”

 

“I believe it sir, because I was there. As were the countless other marines who aren’t in here because of what you did.” Harper said firmly.

 

“Starfleet Command will not be as forgiving I fear.” Richard said. “I lead an invasion of a Romulan critical world, and blew it.”

 

“If you stay in here, of course you’ll believe that.” Harper said. “Come with me.”

 

Richard dazily followed Harper out of sickbay, and down the corridor, and into another large room. It was the main barracks room, filled with marines who were not wounded.

 

“Ten-hut!” Someone shouted, and everyone, regardless of what they were doing, ran down to the foot of their bed, and stood at attention.

 

“At ease.” Harper said. “General Sharpe has recovered from his injuries and has chosen to visit you.”

 

“Hoo-Rah General Sir!” Cheered the men.

 

Richard looked at Harper with a cautious eye.

 

“Let the General hear how you feel about him.” Harper said.

 

The marines in the room exchanged looks, and one of the Sergeants cocked a sly smile. “From the halls of Montezuma, to the Shores of Tripoli…”

 

Everyone in the room joined in: “We fight our countries battles, in the air, on land and sea. First to Fight for Right and Freedom, and to keep our honour clean; we are proud to claim the title of United Federation Marines!”

 

Richard felt tears roll down his cheeks as he heard them sing the marine anthem as by way of an answer. Harper quickly wheeled the General out of the room, turning back to say. “Thank you men, carry on.” He said to the duty sergeant, who got the men to relax.

 

“We’ll be arriving at Unity in little under an hour sir.” Harper said, steering Richard down the corridor. “When we get back, we’ll have Doctor Summers check you over, before anything else.”

 

Richard didn’t say anything, he could feel his mind numbing, and without even realising it, he felt lightheaded, free, unrestrained. He felt like he could fly. If only this damn man on his arm wouldn’t keep holding him back. Why was he here anyway, and what was going on?

 

He didn’t even register the look of horror on Harper’s face as he grinned up, and bubbles of blood came from the corner of his mouth.

 

=/\= End Log =/\=

 

MGen. Richard Sharpe

MEF CO

[USS Chimera] SD240910.24 Duty Log - MCapt COps Jade Reese - "Advance Operations Course 201" Part I

=/\= Training Simulator, SB UNITY =/\= 

Jade was in the room behind the simulator where she could monitor what was going on durning the simulation there was a door that led from the monitoring room to the simulation room which would give Jade easy access to the room. Then the simulation room had a door leading back to the class room where the rest of the students would watch the simulation on a screen in the class room.

After Jade was happy with how everything was set-up she headed out of the monitoring room and into the simulation room and finally into where the classroom where the officers were already filing in. Seeing Ens DeChant, "Ensign I want you to be in the class room while I'm in the observation lounge durning the simulations." Jade said, " and I want you to ask the class questions while the simulation is running." She added.

"Yes ma'am." Louis (NPC) said seeing that it was beneficial seeing, talking about what you saw and what you might to and then actually doing it. Something that the academy does but sometimes not well. He was glad that he was assigned to be her aide seeing that this'll help him learn how to teach seeing that's his main goal is to become an instructor. "How long will you've them be in the simulator." Louis asked.

"45 minuets." Jade said wanting to get at least 2 to 3 groups through the simulation in one class period, "but the simulation well end if the ship is destroyed or if too many systems shut down." Jade added rubbing her forehead feeling a tinge of a headache coming on.

"Are you okay?" Louis asked noticing her rubbing her head and hoping that this wasn't too much to soon.

"I'm fine." Jade said dropping her head once she greeted the class and started the simulator she would take a few minuets to meditate and just get her mental defenses back up. She then looked up and notice that the class was all there and ready to begin. Jade walked over to the podium, "greetings officers and welcome to Advance Operations Course 201." She said stopping and hitting a button that brought up a list of things they were going to learn how to do better.

"All of these things you learned how to do in the Academy but they didn't teach you how to do it when you've two Romulan ships bearing down on you. Or having you transfer power while you're doing 20 other things at the same time." Jade said looking at each and every one of the officers. "RAdm Guzman wants me to get each and everyone of you ready to man the operations post on a ship in the TF and then not piss or sh** your pants when things get a little hairy." Jade said.

<<To be continued.......>>

Marine Captain Jade Reese

Chief Operations Officer/ Instructor 

USS Chimera/ Starbase UNITY

&

Ensign Louis DeChant (NPC)

Instructors Aide

Starbase UNITY (apb Aza)

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Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.
William Faulkner

[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