Sunday, May 2, 2010

[USS Charon] [USS Corsair] - SD241005.02 || "Progeny of the Progenitors - Part XXI"

U.S.S. Corsair - NX-011979
Nebula II Prototype
 “Sic Parvis Magna”
(Greatness From Small Beginnings)

“Progeny of the Progenitors – Part 21”
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## Planet:  D’aisnenn – Romulan Space ##

Only an occasional gust of icy wind broke the heavy silence that enveloped the whole of the frozen horizon.  A gentle snow fell from menacing grey clouds as it coated the eternally white surface of the Romulan planet.  Captain Ramius, Captain Akina, and three marines lay motionless on the frozen surface as the snow slowly covered their bodies its icy fingers probing for any weakness in their substantial subzero clothing and armor. 

 

The three marines were heavily laden with ordinance and weapons.  Ramius had procured a Type II phaser as well as a standard issue rifle.  Akina had opted for lighter arms carrying with him his two prized disruptors of Romulan design.  With no stun setting they were as lethal as they were light and were a good choice for one who wanted to move quickly while hitting the enemy with maximum force.  Ramius had no desire to take lives during this mission however he was certain that those defending this mysterious planet and its secrets would not give up without a fight.  Thus, conflict however unwanted was unavoidable.

 

Ramius glanced at his timepiece.  “10 seconds.  Standby”, he said quietly.  All that remained now was to wait.

 

The calm silence of dawn was suddenly shattered as shouts and weapons fire slowly gave way to explosions and chaos.  The mercenary camp’s eastern flank erupted in a cauldron of weapons fire, explosions, ordinance and battle cries.  Dormant weapons shook off their snow covered systems  as computer controlled guns sprang to life tracking heat and movement with deadly accuracy.  Energy weapons crisscrossed the frozen terrain throwing up clouds of powdery snow and fragments of ice upon impact with the earth.  An alarm sounded somewhere within the compound its wailing tone adding to the chaotic symphony that was now fully engaged.

 

“The Colonel is as punctual as always”, Ramius remarked watching the chaos before him.  Dozens of mercenaries poured from one of the large domed structures to join the fray.  A small armored vehicle appeared on the scene only adding to the impressive force that had been deployed to defend a seemingly worthless chunk of ice and rock.

 

Ramius was confident the Colonel and his men could handle themselves no matter what the mercenaries threw at them.  As the battle continued it was evident the marines were causing a significant amount of chaos.  The time was ripe for action.

 

Now’s our chance.  Go”, Ramius instructed pulling himself from his snowy hiding place.  The marines and Akina quickly rose to their feet as the group dashed across the ice toward the compound’s interior.  Reaching the perimeter the men fell back against a large metallic cargo container and quickly surveyed the landscape.  The automatic guns were distracted by the diversions creating a clear path for them to reach their intended target.  A single sentry guarded the entrance but the mercenary’s attention was focused upon the marine’s attack.

 

Ramius silently motioned for the team to move.  Quickly and quietly they crossed the exposed open distance from the perimeter to the structure without detection.  Moving with practiced efficiency the squad approached the entrance.  Moments later the distracted mercenary, stunned by an unseen phaser beam, was quickly dragged inside the structure as the five man team secured its internal space.

 

“Sims, watch the door”, Ramius ordered quickly busying himself with searching the stunned merc.  “Akina, look around and see what you can find.”

 

Ramius took the merc’s communicator and injected him with a sedative that would ensure he would remain silent for several hours.  “Let’s stash the body and get moving.”  The team carefully hid the limp body of the mercenary behind some machinery where he was unlikely to be discovered.

 

“Ramius, I found a lift that heads down.  Seems you were right about this place”, Akina shouted as the team closed on the elevator.

 

“How’s it look outside”, Ramius asked Sims who was watching the entrance.  “The Colonel and the boys are giving them hell.  We’re still clear.”

 

“Shit”, Akina shouted as he manipulated the controls for the lift.  “The controls are locked.  The system uses some type of key access.  If I attempt to call the lift it most likely will set off an alarm.”

 

“Can you hack it?”

 

“I don’t know.  It’s a newer model.  Expensive and sophisticated.  It’ll take time.”

 

Ramius glanced at this timepiece.  They had precious little left before the Colonel pulled back.

 

A second search of the drugged sentry revealed an item Ramius had overlooked in a small pocket; a keycard.  “This should be it.  Let’s go.”  As the team moved toward the lift the sounds of weapons fire faded.  The battle was ending as was their cover.

 

Handing the card to Akina, Ramius and the marines took aim at the entrance.  “Hurry up Akina, we’re out of time.”

 

The intelligence operative inserted the ID card into the small console and manipulated its controls.  As he worked the men could hear the defense guns outside go quiet replaced by shouting and movement.  “Akina, tell me you have something”, Ramius muttered his finger resting on the trigger of his rifle.

 

A sudden whir of machinery filled the room and within moments an elevator car appeared from the dark depths of a gaping shaft that led down into the ice below their boots.  Wasting little time, the squad entered the car and pressed the controls.

 

With a frightening jerk the elevator car rattled and groaned before descending at a smoother, quiet pace.  The men looked upwards through the grating of the metallic car the light of the surface slowly disappearing as they were enveloped by freezing cold blackness.  Every man had the same thoughts on their mind as they descended into the dangerous depths of a dark unknown.

 

[To Be Continued… ]

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Captain Taverain Ramius

Commanding Officer, USS Corsair

 

Captain Zane Akina

Starfleet Intelligence Operative

 

NPC Marines

Thursday, April 29, 2010

[USS Charon] SD241004.29 - Back Log - "Anywhere But Here" - CWO3 Sierra

[USS Guardian, Guest Quarters]
 
Oberic had been crammed into the tiny quarters now for what seemed to be an eternity.  His transfer to the Charon had excited him at first, but now he was just anxious to be anywhere else other than this one infernal room.  Being an Intelligence Officer meant that few people trusted you, especially commanding officers of ships you weren't assigned to.  They always seemed to think that you were there to snoop around.  So Oberic found himself pretty much stuck in his temporary quarters; one could read the same book only so many times before going batty.
 
After letting out a lengthy sigh, he placed his book on the table in front of him, and rose to his feet.  Another personal log entry...and more of nothing to really report about.  He pressed the panel and waited for the activation beep to sound.  "CWO3 Sierra, Personal Log, Stardate...to hell with it - this is day ad nauseum of my exile aboard the Guardian.  We should rendezvous with the Charon sometime over the next day - maybe less.  If there's any sort of delay to this, I swear I am going to flush myself out an airlock.  For the ninth time since arriving here, I have concluded reading "The Path of Korini Dercou".  I am forced to wonder if there are any Vulcans today who adhere to this discipline.  I would love to meet someone who can actually cause people to not notice them.  Would be nice in this line of work, that's for sure..."
 
A short nine hours later, Oberic's sleep was interrupted by the chime of the door, announcing a visitor.  That was very odd, nobody had visited him since he got to the Guardian.  Probably some poor, lost soul looking for someone else.  He approached the door, and allowed it to open.  A young and obviously squeamish ensign stood before him.  The young man cleared his throat a few times before speaking.  "I was told to...well, you should know that we will meet the Charon in a few hours."  That was all he said before making an about-face and nearly sprinting away.  Oberic ignored the response as he was overwhelmed with joy at soon being rid of this place.  He hurried back into the room and gathered up his things.  He would sit there, ready to depart, until called on.
 
[USS Charon - Transporter Room]
 
Upon materializing, Oberic glanced around, trying to see if anyone of significant rank was nearby whom he could report to.  Seeing only the transporter operator, the El-Aurian grinned and asked, "Could you please tell me where my quarters are located?"  After being told, he headed off, he figured he could report in after putting his things away.  Besides, nobody had been there to welcome him aboard or meet him.  He assumed everyone was busy, and he would only be in the way should he go hunting for someone to report to.  No doubt they knew he was there, anyway.
 
[Personal Quarters]
 
Compared to the room he was crammed into on the Guardian, Oberic's new digs were luxurious.  He was quite pleased with the change, and looked forward to seeing what his office would look like.  He knew that aboard a ship like the Charon, his job was relegated to a mere support role; he wouldn't be getting a department or personnel to really speak of.  And that was more than fine with him - the fewer people involved, the lower the chances of failure and disappointment.
 
With his equipment tucked away, Oberic straightened out his uniform, and stepped into the corridor, ready to face whatever the Charon and her Captain had to offer him.  First order of business...locate the XO and officially report in.
 
CWO3 Oberic Sierra
Intelligence Officer
USS Charon
 
 
((OOC:  Hello all!  My name is Rob, and I am obviously playing the new Intel Officer.  I just wanted to say that it's great to be here!  I look forward to writing with you all in the future.  I am happy to be part of such a prolific crew.))

[USS Charon] [USS Corsair] - SD241004.28 || "Progeny of the Progenitors - Part XX"

U.S.S. Corsair - NX-011979
Nebula II Prototype
 “Sic Parvis Magna”
(Greatness From Small Beginnings)

“Progeny of the Progenitors – Part 20”
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## Conference Room – USS Corsair ##

 

“As you can see on the screen the perimeter of the camp is well defended by men and machines but we’ve analyzed the readings we were able to obtain and have found a possible weakness.”

 

Ramius held a cup of hot coffee while he outlined his plan to infiltrate the mysterious cloaked base with the Charon’s senior staff.

 

“An orbital assault at this point is too blunt an option.  The Romulans would no doubt be alerted and I want to keep them out of affairs for as long as possible.  Colonel Northrup, I will need a small team of marines to land here and create a diversion.  You must appear to be a small force attempting to breach the perimeter however you must be unsuccessful.  As you can see in the images here these cargo containers appear to mark the range of the automatic turrets which will be the primary threat.  A small team will hit the compound with a combination or small arms fire and photon grenades.  I suggest a combination of photon and flash grenades.  The light and heat produced by the explosions should confuse the turret computers and keep them occupied.  Additionally the confusion created should allow a small team time to penetrate the defenses and gain access to the main facility.”

 

“Captain Ramius, I would like permission to lead the infiltration team”, the colonel asked.

 

“Negative colonel.  I need you to coordinate the diversions.  Twenty minutes after the first attack I want a second attack to be launched.  This should keep the surface forces occupied and hopefully prevent them from suspecting the initial attack was a simple diversionary measure.  Our goal is to sneak past security and avoid a hard contact.  I want them to believe a small force is attempting to probe the defenses looking for weaknesses.  This should buy enough time for a team to get in, gather intelligence, and escape.”

 

“Who is leading the infiltration team”, Doctor Durandal asked from his seat at the table.

 

“The team will consist of myself and Captain Akina.”

 

“Captain I must protest”, Colonel Northrup quickly responded.  “I cannot permit you to enter a hostile and dangerous environment without a military escort.”

 

“I concur”, Commander Novada added.  “With all due respect to you and Mr. Akina’s abilities, you cannot do this.”

 

“Captain, I can have a small team of marines infiltrate the compound and complete any mission objectives you prescribe.  There is no need to endanger the Corsair’s commanding officer in such a risky venture.”

 

Ramius shook his head.  “Your objections are appreciated and noted.  I called this meeting to listen to ideas.  If you feel I am being unreasonable then make your protests official if you feel you must, however Akina and I will be going in.  Colonel, this situation requires Mr. Akina’s intelligence gathering talents.  Consequently we are dealing with too many unknowns.  There could be civilians that need to be rescued or some other information or event may require split second decision making.  If we lose communications I cannot place the burden of command upon anyone but myself.  The risks are too great and we have yet to determine the actual stakes in play.

 

However, I can see that neither you nor Commander Novada have any intention of letting the two of us off this ship alone so I will offer you both a proposal.  Colonel, I need three volunteers for this mission.  This is not an order given the danger.  These three volunteers will accompany Akina and I as we infiltrate the compound.  Does that satisfy both of your concerns?”

 

Northrup glanced at first officer Novada who was clearly unhappy with the situation however was unprepared to further debate the captain once he had made up his mind, however stubborn he could sometimes be.

 

“It would help allay our anxiety as well as increase your odds of success during this mission.”

 

“Three volunteers.  Have them ready in two hours in transporter room two.  Unless there is anything further everyone is dismissed.”

 

The senior staff quietly left the conference room except for one officer who remained seated.

 

“Commander, is there something on your mind”, Ramius asked deactivating the large screen behind him.

 

“Yes sir.  Permission to speak freely sir?”

 

“Always.”

 

“Sir, I have the highest respect for you, but I must protest your actions.  You cannot expose yourself on missions such as this.  These constant actions of yours are not only against standing operational guidelines, but endanger this ship’s commander.  What if you are captured or killed?  How would I explain that to the Romulans who you are keeping in the dark?  What if these criminals decided to bargain with your life in exchange for their freedom?  What if they attempted to forcibly extract sensitive intelligence information from you and Captain Akina?  Your clearance levels alone make you a high value target.  I’m sure our Romulan confederates would enjoy asking you a few questions if circumstances were different.”

 

“And your point is Commander”, Ramius replied flatly.

 

“I think your actions are reckless and unwise sir.  Send the marines in for this sort of work.  They are highly trained for this sort of action and are more than capable of completing nearly any mission objective.  There isn’t much that you can do down there sir that the marines are not also capable of achieving.”

 

“The marines cannot make decisions based upon what they may find down there Commander.  The wrong decision given the circumstances could be hazardous especially with the Romulans involved.  This isn’t just a military op, it is political as well.  Whoever has setup shop down there has expended massive amounts of time and resources.  They have access to highly sophisticated technology which makes it vital we ascertain who it is funding this base and for what purpose.  Captain Akina was nearly killed by these people and has a vested interest in shutting them down as do I.  Both of us need to understand what is going on down there.  I am sorry if intelligence missions are difficult for you to handle, but the Corsair is no normal ship.  We get the missions no one else is willing or able to take.  Yes the risks are high, but so are the rewards.”

 

“This has nothing to do about intelligence or mission objectives sir and you know it”, Novada replied her voice heavy with emotion.  “You’re going down there because you want to go down there.  You crave danger and thrive on the unknown.  Let’s not mince words Captain.  You are going simply because you want to go and as the captain have the authority to do so even if such actions go against every rule in the book.  What about your friends and colleagues?  What about this ship’s crew who deserves their captain to adhere to the rules and who deserve a captain.  You are no longer a fighter pilot Ramius!  You are the captain of a starship with responsibilities, duties, and obligations.  You cannot forsake those whenever you feel the need to have some fun.  It is selfish especially to those of us who…”

 

Ramius was taken aback by the commander’s sudden onslaught.  Under normal circumstances he might be furious at her words which were bordering on insubordination and conduct unbecoming of an officer.  However those words were delivered by a woman he knew to have a noble heart and fierce, pure convictions.  She always spoke her mind whatever the consequences and it were those qualities which set her apart from nearly everyone he had ever served with.

 

Her last words however struck Ramius with the speed and force of an unseen assassin.  He wasn’t sure what to make of them until he looked at the Commander.  The expression on her face and the look in her eyes validated his suspicions.

 

“Alanis..I…”

 

“Permission to return to duty”, she quickly said interrupting the captain her voice turning cold as she struggled with unwanted emotions.

 

 “Dismissed”, Ramius replied.  He watched her quickly turn and leave.

 

Turning to the conference room windows, Ramius looked down onto the planet below.  Had he really seen what he thought he had?  Right now it didn’t matter.  The commander’s earlier words were far more poignant.  Was he being selfish?  Was he really using his position to satisfy his thirst for action and adventure the likes of which had been forcibly taken from him when Starfleet had thrown him into command of a starship during the second half of the Second Dominion War?

 

He had a job to do and was doing it!  So he was somewhat unconventional in his methods..so what?  He always managed to get the job done when no one else would or when other just couldn’t.  He was Starfleet’s go-to person for the dirty jobs that were vitally important but had to be keep off the radar.  How dare she accuse him of being selfish!  He was responsible for doing the impossible and Starfleet had an expectation of such performance.  It was his responsibility and his alone to ensure their missions were a success and if that meant direct supervision and participation who was she to question his decisions?”

 

Ramius pressed a hand against the cool glass of the window as his anger peaked and quickly subsided.  He couldn’t stay angry at her.  There were too many times their missions had called for him to keep her in the dark despite his better judgment and yet time and time again she had been loyal never questioning the captain’s orders no matter how odd or unusual they may seem.

Much to Ramius’s dismay there was a tiny fragment stuck in the far corner of his mind which irritated him like a splinter of glass that couldn’t be seen.  It was the possibility that Novada was right.  Perhaps he was taking too many risks?  There was no denying he enjoyed hands on, field work.

 

There was her concern as well.  Her eyes seemed to convey something more.  Something Ramius was unsure he wanted to understand if indeed he had seen the truth.  That look in her eyes…it frightened him more than the Romulans outside or the danger below on the planet’s surface.  More frightening still was the fact he felt the same though had kept such things hidden behind his tough exterior and ever present uniform.

 

His mind wandered upon these thoughts and many others as he stared out the window.  Damn he missed his days as a pilot in the war.  Things seemed so much easier then.  He knew his enemies and friends alike.  Now he had to play the roles of a diplomat, officer, leader, politician, tactician, and sometimes even a father.  His enemies now hid in the shadows taking many forms and were seemingly everywhere and nowhere.  It was becoming harder to simply charge in, fight, win, and return home to a hero’s welcome.  Gone was the black and white which brought him comfort replaced now with an ambiguous gray.  Such matters left him with little time for friends.  Love…well he had no time or place for such things.  At least that’s what he told himself.  Fear of going soft drove such feelings from him yet as hard as he tried he could not escape certain human truths no matter how hard he ran, fled, or attempted to ignore them.  Deep down he was just as human as the next man despite his unique qualities.

 

He didn’t have time for this.  He had a mission to complete and had to focus solely on its success or else risk total failure.  There wasn’t time for doubt, regret, or fear.  Perhaps when this was over he could contemplate such matters.  For now he simply could not afford that luxury.

 

[ To Be Continued… ]

 

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Captain Taverain Ramius

Commanding Officer, USS Corsair

 

Colonel Johnathan Northrup

Marine Commander

 

Commander Alanis Novada

Executive Officer

 

Commander Keith Durandal

Chief Medical Officer