OOC>> Takes place shortly after meeting between Cortez,
Guzman, Rangi and Trent.
***1st Task Force CO offices ***
Pakossi, ever polite, stood from his seat as Rangi and Trent
left Shanes office. He watched them leave his outer office
wondering silently and without sign of doing so, at their
serious expressions.
Once outside, they began to walk along the corridor side by
side. Rangi glanced at her companion and asked:
"That's it then. What do you propose to do?"
Trent stopped for a moment to consider the question.
"I don't know," Trent said honestly before turning to face
Rangi. "In your professional opinion with everything that
you know so far, how serious do you think this could get?"
"Bad." she answered simply. " At this moment, we have not
even a glimmer of a solution."
"What is the worse case scenerio?" Trent asked.
She looked past him along the length of the corridor then
remet his eyes as she answered.
"That the whole base is infected...every deck and
department over run."
It was a chilling thought but was a possibility that was
fast turning into a probablilty.
"This is why being a security officer is much easier than
being in a position of command," he muttered to himself,
not even realizing he was speaking outloud.
He noticed Rangi staring at him.
"I have no problem in firing on an unruly mob if it becomes
necessary. Actually, I do, but that's neither here to there.
I'm hoping we can avoid that."
Rangi nodded. It did not sit any more easily with her than
with Trent and she knew too that Shane had not given the
order lightly.
If infected persons could not be contained by other means,
then they were to fired upon as a last resort.
This encompassed everyone from the most senior officer to
the youngest civilian.
"I'm still hoping that you can find some sort of cure to this
before it gets to that point," Trent said. "Or is that wishful
thinking on my part?"
"Its just time." Rangi replied. "...and i can't help but think
we're running out of it."
"Yeah, we always seem to run out of time, don't we?" Trent
said more as a thought spoken out loud than anything else.
"Keep working on it. And if you need anything, let me know."
Captain Trent Rodgers
XO, 1st TF, SSF Command
XO, SB 234: UNITY
and
Commander Rangi Summers
Med Adv 1st Task Force
CMO
SB Unity
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Monday, January 25, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
[USS Chimera] SD241001.24 | JL - aCOps, Boatswain | LtCmdr Vaughn, 2Lt Melonni | "Quarantine"
= Bridge, USS Chimera =
"Your sure that's what the message said?" Livia (NPC) asked looking at the Private who brought it to her.
"Yes ma'am Major Cortez said that SB UNITY and the Chimera plus Aeran III are quarantined." The Private said looking nervous.
"Okay thank you Private go back to your position." Livia said walking over to the Ops control and tapping her badge, "Melonni to Cmdr Vaughn." She said knowing that she needed more experience then she had on the bridge.
"What is it Lt?" Ian (NPC) said looking up from what he was doing with only a skeleton crew aboard the Chimera this gave Ian time to go over a lot of the paper work that needed to be done and he knew Jade hated doing it so he decided to get it done.
"Sir the station, planet and Chimera have all been quarantined." She said transferring the message down to Ops."Right now you and Major Cortez are the highest ranking officers." She added looking around the bridge there was just her someone at Tactical and Science.
"What do you mean quarantined?" Ian asked knowing what it meant but not understanding why.
"I guess there's been a outbreak and they want to contain it as much as possible." Livia said accessing the stations logs trying to figure out what's going on.
"Alright I'll be at the bridge in 2." Ian said dropping what he was doing and heading out of the ODCC and to the nearest turbolift he also knew that he would need to get in touch with the Major.
Livia continued skimming the logs trying to figure out what was going on and to also see what she could to do help but her area of expertise was training and dealing damage control and neither of those things seemed like they would help at the moment.
Lieutenant Commander Ian Vaughn (NPC)
Acting Chief Operations Officer
USS Chimer C (apb Aza)
&
Second Lieutenant Livia Melonni (NPC)
Boatswain
USS Chimera C (apb Aza)
--
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] 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
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=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
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