[USS Chimera] SD241001.19 | JL - COps, CHelm | MCapt Reese, Lt Dior | "Trapped in the Rubble"

= Andor =

Once outside Jade turned glad to feel that the pain in her head was gone enough that she could actually concentrate she then went to the business to make sure everyone was there. Doing a quick head count, "Jones (NPC) we're missing someone." Jade said spinning around and looking at the faces trying to figure out who they were missing.

"Where's Lt Dior?" Jones said also looking around, "she was right behind me when one of the pillars collapsed." Jones added remembering that he didn't look around to make sure everyone was still with them when the continued fighting their way out of the building.

"Damn't." Jade swore, "Jones I need you to get everyone to safety and then try and find out what the hell is going on I'm going to head back in." Jade said her Marine values kicking in.

Jones didn't like the idea but knew he wouldn't be able to convince her to wait for help, "ma'am at least allow me to stay and help you." Jones said.

"No I need someone I can trust to get these people to safety and help anyone else you might find." Jade said looking back at the building, "now go." Jade said as she turned and headed back into the burning building not sure how she was going to find the Lt but knowing that she would continue to look until she found her.

Jones had been five feet ahead of her when the loud snapped echoed through the corridor, but like they had several times amidst the chaos from the holosuite to the wreckage he kept marching forward through the thick smoke and flames toward the safe haven outside the building that was collapsing around them. Dior couldn't really blame him, but that didn't stop the slew of curse words he muttered beneath her breath.

A large wooden pylon had her pinned on her back to the stone floor. It's weight rested on her abdomen, crushing her pelvis in a slow agony. She pressed against it for several moments until her head fell back against the hard stone floor in exhaustion.

"Help!" She cried in futility.

Entering the building Jade started to cough immediately the smoke was very thick and she was having a hard time seeing just in front of her. "Dior." Jade called as loud as she could but then stopping to catch her breath from all the smoke that she was inhaling. {Damn't!} Jade said trying remember the path that they took out of the building. Jade moved down the corridor calling her name again and then stopping to listen hoping to hear something that would help her locate Dior.

The smoke was filling Dior's lungs now. She was growing week from the lack of oxygen, and the half ton, burning wooden pillar that was situated on her thorax. She could hear someone coughing and calling her name in the distance, but she could not for the life of her shout back in return.

Consciousness faded, and her head fell back onto the hard stone floor.

As Jade moved to the debris out of nowhere her vision went black and then a image appeared it was almost as if Jade was looking through Dior's eyes and then it was gone. Jade almost stumbled but was able to collect herself as she repositioned herself and started making her way to the pile of rubble. Once there she could spot a body but couldn't tell if it was Dior or not. A closer look did confirm that it was Dior Jade then shook the Lt trying to get her awake again.

Her eyes were glazed as she slipped slowly back into consciousness. "Captain?" She almost whispered. "Thank god." Dior winced in pain as she tried to sit up, Reese eased her back down.

Once she was awake, "Alright Lt you're going need to help me." Jade said grabbing a large piece of debris and positioning it so it could be used to lift the other debris off. "Alright on 3 I need you to push." Jade said getting ready to push down on her piece of debris. "Alright 1,2, and 3." Jade said as she pushed down on her piece of debris and she started feeling the beam laying across Dior to move a little.

Dior pushed hard with her hands on the large piece of rubble and it toppled off her to the side sending sparks and embers into the turbulent air. Dior moaned in pain as she looked down at her legs. One was twisted awkwardly inward. There was a compound fracture in the femur of her right leg, and blood was quickly pooling onto the floor beneath her. There was also a large gash beneath her abdomen that had soiled the lower half of her tunic. With all the blood loss it was no wonder she was getting drowsy.

"Okay hold on." Jade said ripping her uniform sleeve off so she could make a tunicate to help to stop or at least control the bleeding that was coming from her leg. She then tore off her other sleeve and used it as a something to soak up the blood and then also act as a clot for the abdomen wound.

Jade then slowly lifted her up putting one arm around her waist and then Dior's arm around and over Jade's upper back, "alright we're almost out of danger." Jade said turning to look and give Dior a smile. It took about twice as long for them to get out of the burning building. Once out Jade looked around and then remembered that she sent Jones and Gustav to set-up a make shift triage center.

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

Marine Captain Jade Reese

Chief Operations Officer

USS Chimera C

&

Lieutenant Rayna Dior

Chief Helm

USS Chimera C

--
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] || AERAN III || SD 241001.19 || Duty Log || Part Three || Major Richard Cortez

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

=/-\= Aeran III, Evening =/-\=

"Get on the horn with the outpost", Marine Captain Remington said as
he sat down inside the vehicle, the rest of the Marines and Cortez
doing the same. "Tell them to lock down that hospital, no one in or
out, restrain any patient with dark lines on the face".

"Yes sir", the marine on the radio replied and immediately began
calling back to the outpost, "Oscar Papa this is Ghost Rider patrol do
you copy...".

Richards mind began to wander as the Marine spoke into the comm in the
background. What were the implications of what had just occurred he
wondered. He knew he still didn't have conclusive proof that whatever
had happened to that 'thing' that attacked him and killed all those
marines was linked to the illness that he was sent to investigate. He
knew that unless he brought back concrete evidence of a correlation,
his findings would just be brushed under the rug and explained all
away in typical bureaucrat fashion. He needed something more.

The trip back to the base, though bumpy, was uneventful as the six men
inside the vehicle remained quiet, all trying to wrap their minds
around what they had just experienced.

As they approached the outpost several red lights of a security
lock-down could be seen from the distance. Once inside the compound
Cortez immediately jumped out of the vehicle and began moving towards
the hospital, with Captain Remington not far behind.

The entrance was blocked by three heavily armed Marines who only let
Richard pass once Remington had caught up with him and gave
permission. Inside the building was utter chaos. Several civilians
were trying to leave but were being held back by a squad of men who
had their weapons drawn.

"Sergeant", Remingtons voice shot out, "What is going on here".

Turning around the sergeant looked back towards the Captain, "Sir,
something happened in the emergency room, spooked everyone real bad".

"I need to get in there", Cortez spoke up looking at Remington who
shook his head and rubbed his hand through his hair.

"Agreed", he replied, "We can't lose control of this situation again".

Richard nodded and watched as Remington ordered two men to follow. As
the group moved through the crowd and towards the back room they met
up with another pair of marines standing in front of a locked storage
room. One of them was bleeding.

"He just started attacking everyone", the guard spoke up as they
approached. "Went crazy, killed Beaumont and a couple nurses before
we could restrain him, bit Ace here".

"What! who", Richard managed to spat out.

"The kid", came the reply, "We tied him up and locked him in there,
didn't know what else to do Captain", the marine said looking back to
Remington.

"Open it up", Cortez ordered.

The marine looked at the Major like he was crazy.

"Do it", Remington added.

The door opened revealing the attacker. Richard recognized him as the
boy with the pulsating dark lines on his face from the emergency room
earlier. His wrists and feet were bound with plastic packing twine.
Although he'd rubbed off the skin around his bonds, there was no
blood, not on the gouges on his legs or arms, or from the large dry
gap where his right big toe had been but was now missing. He was
writhing like an animal; a gag muffled his growls.

Ignoring the warnings from the Marines around him, Richard moved in,
determined to examine him closer. The boy's skin was cold to the
touch and as gray as the cement on which he lay. His eyes were wild,
wide and sunken back in their sockets. Cortez felt down to check for a
pulse but hesitated when the boy reached out with bound hands and
snapped at him through his gag. Confident he was fully restrained,
Richard then felt for the boys heartbeat but found none.

"I need a blood sample", the Major said looking back towards the
marines standing behind him. Nobody budged.

"SOMEBODY GET ME A DAMN SYRINGE", Richard yelled.

Remington spoke up, "Go", he said towards one of the guards and after
several long silent minutes he finally returned with the requested
item.

Taking the syringe Cortez kneeled back down in front of the boy, "OK,
hold him down".

Again, the marines stood by the doorway like baby rabbits.

"That's an order", Richard said loudly, getting two of the men to
hesitantly help. They knelt beside him, one held the boy's feet while
the other grasped his hands.

Cortez inserted the needle and withdrew his blood sample, as he was
pulling it out, the boy began another bout of violent struggling with
seemingly super strength. The man holding down the boys arms gave up
and instead just braced them against the floor with his knees. But
the boy jerked again and his left arm snapped causing jagged ends of
bone to stab through his gray flesh. It was if the child could feel
no pain as he didn't cry out, but the sight was enough for both of the
battle hardened marines to leap back and run out of the room.

Instinctively, Cortez also jumped back, almost embarrassed to do so
until he realized that he too was genuinely and nearly paralyzingly
scared of this frail child. As he stood their staring, the boy began
to twist in his direction, the arm ripping completely free. Flesh and
muscle tore from one another until there was nothing except the stump.
His now free right arm, still tied to the severed left hand, dragged
his body across the floor.

"Major". Remington's voice rang out as the creature began crawling
closer to Cortez. "MAJOR", he said again drawing his weapon.

It wasn't just the fear that kept Richard from responding, it was his
chest, the pain began creeping up again as his heartbeat raised, he
put his hand to his side and hunched over as the child crawled closer.

Remington fired his weapon, hitting the demon square in the face
causing it to vaporize instantly.

Seconds later the pain gradually went away and Richard controlled his
breathing again. Stepping out of the room he placed the vial of blood
he had collected into his leg pocket and leaned against a wall. From
the other side of the building screaming could be heard, cry's of fear
and pain, then phaser fire and silence. Several marines began running
towards the source of the noise.

"I need to get back to unity", Richard said as Remington stepped closer.

The Captain nodded. "I'll have your shuttle prepped right away, let
them know whats going on here, I need more men".

Ironically, Richard smiled for the first time all day, "What we need
is a miracle", he said, thinking about the infected patient back on
Unity.

=/***\= Thirty Minutes Later =/***\=

Richard strapped himself into the co-pilot seat and his shuttle began
to lift off. He glanced over at the pilot who had been napping the
entire day.

"What happened down their", he asked looking at all the lights and commotion.

Cortez stared straight ahead, "It's steak night at the chow hall".

The pilot chuckled and shook his head. "You know you look like shit",
he said glancing over at Richard, who made no attempt to answer.

Eventually the shuttle made it out of the planets atmosphere and began
its ascent towards Starbase Unity. Once docked Richard grabbed a case
filled with Remingtons reports as well as several photos and all the
medical records of the infected at the outpost, including the boy, the
vial of blood however was still in his pocket. Stepping off the ship
he began moving towards the exit only to find seven heavily armed men
all fully decked out in CBRN (Chemical Biological Radiological
Nuclear) gear blocking his path.

Before he could say anything one of the men spoke up. "Major Richard
Cortez, we are here to escort you to a decontamination chamber and
holding cell while your health status is determined"

Cortez looked at each of the men, knowing all too well how useless it
was to argue with what was obviously one of the several Delta teams on
station, but trying anyways. "I have important information that I
need to relay to Admiral Guzman immediately".

"You may make your report once you've reached the quarantine area",
the team leader spoke up signaling two of his soldiers to flank the
Major, one of them took the case from his hands.

"You don't understand", Cortez said looking back towards the men
behind him, "People are dying down there, they need immediate help".

"Don't worry about Aeran III", came the monotone response, "Command
has plans for it".

Richard shook his head and took a deep breath, anger filling his body.
"Those bastards", he muttered under his breath as he began moving
towards decontamination.

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

Major Richard Cortez
CSEC
USS CHIMERA

[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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