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Mission Log
Stardate 9705.06
Ensign Tamara Baker
Alpha Team/Medical Unit
Medical Log for Sickbay, Evening Shift
Patient: Ensign R. Flarren
Condition: Talarian Flu Virus
Treatment: 10 cc's of Hydrocortizone
30 minutes of anti-viral
therapy
Duty status: Active duty as of Stardate
9705.07
†
Patient: Lieutenant T. Carris
Condition: Minor fracture of the clavicle
Treatment: 20 cc's of Femoril
Repair of fracture
Neck stasis unit to be
worn for 4 days
Duty status: Off duty for 4 days until a
followup exam can
determine duty capability
†
Patient: Captain Elizabeth Hanson
Condition: Meningioma; malignant tumor of
the brain
Treatment: None as yet due to circumstances
Ruminations: After doing routine bloodwork and
cerebral scans I have not yet ruled out Von Recklinghausen's Disease,
although VRD tumors are usually benign, one may occasionally form a sarcoma.
The tumor is definitely malignant and has grown at an alarming rate. The
patient is known for avoiding treatment and may have had the stated symptoms
(i.e., nausea, vomiting, headaches, dizziness) for some time. Patient states
the symptoms came on suddenly less than 6 days prior to
the initial visit. The size of the sarcoma is currently a 7 centimeter
spheroid. At the rate of growth at this point estimated length of time til
death is 21 days. The patient is fully aware of the direness of the
situation and the danger of putting off the surgical procedure which is
necessary to save the patient.
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Specialist Andrew Jeter
SOG - Gamma team
science and medical officer
stardate 9705.6
~~~~MISSION LOG~~~~
The crew had recieved special orders to locate and assasinate *****, a member
of the Breen race. He had been reported and identified on *****, the planet
of ...uh...well, you know... We sent two shuttles to the planet, one right
after another. Gamma team, consisting of its normal members (*****, *****,
and myself) was sent in the second shuttle. Our job was to locate this Breen
"target" as soon as possible. ***** was piloting the shuttle, which was a
mistake from the beginning (mental note: request
for airbags to be installed in shuttlecraft in case ***** is at the helm
again :P ). Specialist ***** was not a new visitor to the planet, and was
able to lead us to a lodging club where he was residing. ***** located him.
However, he grabbed ***** and the two of them beamed into his personal
shuttle, and headed for space. While ***** and myself hurried to our shuttle
(we actually remembered where we parked), the other shuttle intercepted the
Breen and was able to beam ***** aboard safely before
continuing with our assasination plot.
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"My father once said, 'the greatest fear in life is traveling into the
unknown.' He died a cold death of a smuggler. Looking back I realize how
wrong he was. I have spent the last few years traveling into the unknown,
facing dangers never faced, and it never once scared me half as much as
working in the intelligence community. You see...where we know everything, is
where we cannot afford to be fearless."
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sd9706.10
"Runabout <***> requesting permission to approach and enter <***>." Tom's
voice is very monotone and routine. The responding woman’s voice is equal in
tonality, though carrying a slight show of excitement.
"<***>, approach and hold short. Transmit security code clearance."
"Transmitting, now." Tom "Viper" Obannon responds as he taps his console.
"Clearance granted. Travel heading 034 Mark 8 until nav point reached.
Decloak upon entry to the <***>. Docking granted for main runabout hanger.
Confirmation of orders is requested."
"Confirmed. Bearing 034 Mark 8, 1/8 impulse. Will contact Main Hanger
upon arrival." Tom responds quick and precisely.
"Very good." The tone in the control operatives voice quickly changes to
a slightly softer tone. "Welcome back, Viper."
"Still working comms, Susan?" Tom comments with a smile.
"You know me. Still flying, Tom?" She responds.
"You know me." The other laughs. "See you top side, Control. Now
approaching <***> and entering approach pattern."
"Copy that, <***>. Now handing you over to the shuttlebay comms. Control
out."
Tom maneuvers into the <***> and lines up with the main runabout docking
bay. He requests clearance to land on the Comms and is surprised to hear the
voice of a Commander Maeve in the landing bay. Hearing that the bay is in use
for some kind of memorial serves, Tom lands at a small outer access port near
docking clamp B. After a standard series of security checks he is on his way
to the shuttle bay, to see what the memorial is about...
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Special Operations Group
Medical - Team <CLASSIFIED>
Subject: <CLASSIFIED>
73637299926134183
Attending Physician: <CLASSIFIED>
SD: 9706.15
Due to circumstances this report is being filed independantly, as I was
about a day and eight hours late for my appointment with Cpt. <CLASSIFIED>.
After a quick apology and an offer to perform the physical right where she
stood, which happened to be Ten-Forward, it was decided Sickbay would be the
next best place.
To add to Dr. <CLASSIFIED>'s previous report two months ago, Cpt.
<CLASSIFIED>'s physical stability is one to be defined by terms unknown to
man. Her internal healing rate is above average, constituting to only minor
abraisions where massive wounds once hindered her abilities.
Taking into account of her recent situation, I made a full and utterly
flawless scan to all vital areas that had been of concern to Dr. <CLASSIFIED>
at the time of Cpt. <CLASSIFIED>'s admittance. As for the follow-up, I found
the <CLASSIFIED> to be fine and fit for active duty.
As for her mental stability, I have found Cpt. <CLASSIFIED> to be always in
check of her emotions. Her body language speaks for itself, and it is
obvious that there is still matters in which to be dealt with. Although not
readily noticed by many others, if any besides myself. Equally, this fact
has been stated verbally from her. I believe that she is actively working
through this, and I suspect a recovery. I cannot honestly say it will be a
full recovery, but one that she will continue to grow
from. As a comm<CLASSIFIED>icer for this ban of officers, I see no one
better fitting.
Computer, activate encryption sequences and process report.
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"I sometimes ask myself why I chose to be in Special Ops. I look at
the people around me, and see how different I am. Most prefer to act quickly.
Strike hard. Yet I'm one to normally wait for the right moment to make my
move. Observe as much as I can. That's why I love the intelligence community.
That’s why I don't like to dig to deep into personal problems within crews. I
think the earth author Walt Whitman describes it best...'I have no mockings
or arguments, I witness and wait."
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sd 9706.13
"Gamma one-one-zero-three-nine." Tom removes his eye from the scanner as
the door opens to the main hanger bay. He walks swiftly to the control center
of the vast room. He takes note of several new runabouts landing on the south
pad as he rides up the small lift.
"Can I help you, Specialist?" Asks a guard as Tom steps off the lift.
"I need to see the bay chief." Tom responds. From behind the guard Lt Tim
Wilson walks up with a smile.
"It's OK. He's cleared." Wilson nods as he talks. "Viper, welcome back.
What can I do for you?" The two shake hands.
"Well Tim, I was wondering if you could squeeze me in some flight time."
Tom grins.
"Wait...You just got back and you're already are ducking out?" Wilson
laughs. "Still not to sociable are you?"
"Hey, flying relives my stress. Besides...after what the staff here just
went through, I don't think my return was at the best of times. So how about
it?" Tom asks.
"OK, old buddy. Only for you though." Wilson smiles and points out the
window. "I got a Tornado Class light warming up on pad D." He hands Tom a
PADD. "I want her back before 2200 though."
"Hey, it's me!" Tom winks, takes the access orders and runs to the flight
deck.
He takes a short stop by the pilots lockers to put on a flight suit and
space gear. He quickly checks all of the seals to make sure it is air tight,
then runs out of the lockers for pad D. He stops to admire the small craft.
Built back during the days of the Human-Romulan war, the Tornado was
designed to carry a payload of 4 nuclear war heads. Launched from a starships
it proved a very useful weapon. While well outdated for that role, the small
four man craft has been refitted with the latest in federation technology and
now proves to be a very formidable spy craft for Intel work.
Tom climbs up the access ladder and into the cockpit. The pilots seat is
positioned in the center front of the cockpit. Behind it on the left and
right facing displays are chairs for the sensor and Intel officers. Then in
the back facing to the rear of the craft is the tactical station. Tom climbs
forward to the front pilots seat. For his flight the other 3 stations are not
needed. A tech crew man climbs up the ladder after him, and checks his
orders. After verifying clearance the tech crew climbs
down, and removes the ladder from the craft. Tom places on his helmet as the
canopy closes.
He flips on his comms. "This is Tornado Zero-niner, now designated
Viper."
"Copy Viper, this is Shuttle bay control." Wilson's voice crackles back.
"Requesting clearance to depart into the <**>, Over." Tom settles himself
into his seat and takes the control stick in his hand. Viper thinks to
himself of how nice a flight stick is compared to the normal federation Conn.
padd. Even though the stick is only connected to a computer response box
rather than wires to a rudder...it still gives a lot more control and freedom
that a pilot loves.
"Viper, if you can get out in Three-Zero seconds you are cleared. If not,
there is a row of supply runabouts on approach and you will have to hold..."
"Copy, Out in Three-Zero." Viper fires his lifting jets and pushes the
throttle forward to 1/2 power. The Tornado rapidly moves off of it's pad and
rockets out the force field protected bay. Viper quickly banks right to avoid
the row of runabouts on approach.<con't>
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"Beautiful take off, Viper." Wilson laughs. "You are cleared to <**> exit
buoy 2. Hold short and contact Control upon arrival. Happy flying."
"Roger that shuttlebay." Tom flips over to the <**> control comm as he
approaches the exit buoy. "Viper to control, requesting permission to depart
<**> for flight drills."
A laughing voice greets him. "Viper? Your stressed out already?"
"Very funny, control. And your still behind that comm desk, Susan?" Viper
retorts.
"A lady has to keep busy, Tom. Your clear to depart, Viper. Hold bearing
243 mark 2 until you pass the outer marker, then your clear all traffic. Make
sure to maintain stealth at all times."
"Roger control. Viper out." Viper responds as he swings his craft to
bearing 243. The thrill of the space exit always excites him. The reason for
two controls, one standard landing, and one leaving and departing the space
bay is painfully clear. With all the cloaked traffic running in and out of
the bay, it would be really easy for two ships to collide. That is why it is
very strict that all traffic follow exact bearings in and out of the <**>.
As Tom approaches the exit he taps a small padd and his craft cloaks. He
exits <**> and reaches the outer marker. Viper floors the throttle and
rockets for some nearby asteroids. There is something about the rush of
flying that has always set Tom free. It gives him his energy, his thrill. As
he breaks into a large role around a asteroid he realizes that more than
anything, for him, flying is fun...
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"Little can be said about rushing into combat.....what can be said is that
heroes usually emerge from the situation. Perhaps it can also be said that
just because a mission is not deemed covert necessary, it does not reason
that a covert approach could not aid in the mission. This gun ho method of
fighting scares me. For throughout military history, the only true heroes are
the dead ones."
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Specialist Tom O'bannon
Mission Report
**Classified**
Mission Background:
Almost no Intel or recon was givin about the mission to rescue the
hostages on the planet Ueur II. This put the Ops team at a large risk
throughout the entire mission. The only information we had was that there was
a large compound with a wall around in. We had no Intel on who was guarding
it, how many, or what the layout of the area was. In my opinion a covert
recon team should have been sent prior to our assault, in order to gather
information. I feel that the team was put at a large, and
unnecessary risk.
Breakdown of the Operation:
Upon arrival we spread out. Commander Maeve followed good standard ground
combat protocols, and setup a 3 man point group. The points quickly ran into
some guards. The guards however did not notice them. At Orders from Maeve the
points engaged the guards with intent to kill. In my opinion this was a LARGE
mistake. Without Intel on the guards, we had no idea when their check-in was
with the command of the compound. For all we know, they might have missed a
check-in within the first minute after their
death. This would have alerted the base, making our job ten times harder,
and put the team and the hostages at greater risk. Regardless of the mission
specs, a covert approach should have been used until the objective of
reaching the hostages had been obtained.
I quickly relayed my concern to Commander Maeve and requested
permission to approach the compound from the back. She agreed, but told me to
take Dar, Kol, and Vulerok with me. After quickly meeting up with my Fire
team I ordered a quick hump to the back side of the compound. We used the now
obvious assault on the front of the compound, to draw attention away from
ourselves. My team covertly scaled the wall of the compound (using our
climbing gear), with minimal notice of the base guards. While
climbing I used the time to quickly relayed plans to the team. At the top of
the wall I had Dar and Vulerok take up hidden sniper positions. From the top
of the wall they could easily see most of the compound. Kol and I descended
down the other side of the wall, and began moving from building to building
taking scans and looking for the hostages. Dar and Vulerok provided cover,
quickly eliminating any threats that approached Kol and myself. Their
positions also allowed them to contact Kol and myself and
warn us of any dangers we could not see from the ground.
After locating the hostages I ordered them into a single file line. With
Kol in the front. Kol then lead them at a full run back to the wall were our
snipers were. I took the rear of the group, covering the hostages flank. The
Snipers, Dar and Vulerok, laid down a impressive cover fire from their
elevated position. That, combined with myself in the rear, ensured the
hostages safety.
With time and being covert no longer a element I ordered Kol to set
charges in the wall and blow a hole for the hostages to escape. Once done, I
ordered my Fire Team and the hostages to move to a safe beamout spot out spot
20 meters outside the compound. Once there, I contacted Maeve to inform her
the hostages were safe, and the started the beamout by contacting the Shiloh.
All of the hostages and my team escaped without casualties.
Final notes:
**I would like to state for the record that the performance by Kol, Dar,
and Vulerok was outstanding. They acted quickly as a team, and got the job
done. They kept their heads level and their wi
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Dar Duty Log:
Dar walks into his quarters and places his ditty bag on the floor.
"Lights." Dar
says as he walks around looking at the gray walls and the bed. He shakes his
head
and smiles. "At least it looks comfortable." He thinks wryly. He plops
himself onto a
chair and turns to the computer panel. "Better get this over with. Computer
open
log."
My first mission with the SOG promised action and it delivered. I was
assigned
to an away mission that was full of action. The team was assigned to rescue
hostages and to terminate the terrorists. I was paired with another new
member. The
Vulcan known as Vulerok. I managed to keep myself busy by trying my changing
abilities. Notably my ability to assume a J'em H'adar form so I could turn
myself
invisible. The team separated into two groups I was assigned with Vulerok
and Viper
to extract the hostages while team two worked on making sure the Terrorists
had
something to occupy them. The three of us scaled the wall of the compound
and
Viper assigned Vulerok and myself to sniper duty while he went alone to
extract the
hostages. We positioned ourselves on opposite sides of the wall waiting for
the
guards to introduce themselves. Vulerok fired the first shot. He fired not
to kill though.
He fired to scare away the guard. I tried to pick him off before he alerted
others. But
he still managed to alert the other terrorists. I was forced to pin them
back to the
guard house and managed to pick off a few. I didn't count on the form I
chose would
be susceptible to the thinner air but it would seem I was wrong. I blacked
out for what
seemed a moment. But when I revived I was being shoved to our bean in point
by
Vulerok. He had seem to catch me as I was falling and managed to haul my
unconscious body to our beam in point and still managed to keep the
Terrorists at
bay. I then recalled a series of explosions that made the ground quake.
Then the
beam out happened. I don't remember much afterwards except for a slightly
jolt I got
when I tried to log on with the TAC system. Funny, I forgot to check if
anyone else
was using it.
-End Log
"It would explain my headache." He thinks. He checks his log and then
saves
it. He gets up and looks around his quarters. "It will take a bit to make it
homey but I
gather I have sometime."
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=/\= Special Operations Group =/\=
{{Classified}}
When it rains, it pours. Luckily I wasn't pouncing about in my particular
mood swing when we arrived in the system. Cpt. {{Classified}} had made a
note to mention to me that she was pleased to see me in control of myself,
although right then and there may have added toward another unfortunate
episode. I've already gone through three damn uniforms as it is! **Note to
self, design self adjusting uniform. ::shakes head::
The mission was acomplished with as much screaming and shouting as
possible. So much for a "quiet" entry. It is this officer's opinion that
the overconfidance levels in the newer specialists may just get one of them
killed, or worse yet, one of the others killed. The "disarming" of guards is
one thing, but never use an access card of any type without first examining
it and the lock for celluar recognition. Otherwise, I'm afraid we'll have
another "blowup".
Standrad protocol is to scan the lock for any trace of explosives, but it's
been my experience to check the door as well. Our first door upon entry had
been lined with consentrated dioninoxide carbonite. Which alone is not very
problematic. Add a drop of water, and you've got a class four explosive. I
believe Mr. {{Classified}} has discovered this, and will now be more careful
in advancing upon compounds.
Once inside, it was pretty much uneventful, until there was a small little
confusion over which wire to cut from a gas pack. So I cut the wrong
wire....it only sped the timer up by a few minutes. Once it was in the
shaft, we were slightly safe. It cleared the way for other team members and
the hostages to get out. I must add that Mr. {{Classified}} is exceptionally
good at removing deck plates. I'm glad I didn't tell him that if he dropped
it, the Commander, myself, and he would have become one
with the corridor. I very nasty cleanup job I might add, too.
Once aboard, I returned to sickbay to begin checking the hostages.
Everyone seemed to have been suffering from lack of food and water. Highly
anticapated. A few bumps and bruises here and there, but nothing that
couldn't be dealt with. As of this report, all hostages have been released
to their assigned areas prior for dropoff.
A personal note: M{{Classified}} and S{{Classified}}r sure know how to put
on a dazzling display of fireworks. I wonder what they'll do for an encore
now??? Hmm.....::playful smile::
With that done....there is only one more matter to take care of..... end
log.
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DUTY LOG
Specialist Andrew Jeter
Stardate: 9706.24
A group of SOG officers, led by *****, visited Earth to attend a
holodeck combat demonstration at *****. There, we split into two groups, led
by specialists ***** and *****. I was assigned to group two with *****,
*****, and *****, and we faced off against team one. We were equipped with
only standard away team gear (tricorders, phasers, and also some nice
daggers), nothing too dangerous or bulky.
We proceeded to "hunt" the team members of team one, as the rules of the
game stated that the winning team must capture all members of the opposing
team. Fortunately, the holodeck safeties would be on, so I did not have to
worry about actually endangering the lives of the SOG crewmen. I must admit
that the members of team one were very clever and skillful when it came to
such kind of activity. Of course, it is logical to assume they have mastered
these skills of sniper-hunting, since they are in
the SOG in the first place.
We were constantly surprising one another and had many encounters with
the members of the opposing team. Our terrain/background was constantly
changing into a completely opposite environment to see our ability to adapt
and fight in numerous situations. We shifted from a dense jungle to an open
sandy desert to a battlefield. We were also confronted with a large stampeed
of *****, who were coming at us. Team leaders ***** and ***** agreed to work
together to stop them, but it proved futile. We
were back shooting at one another once again. During the simulation, a few
members of each team were injured, although not seriously. The holodeck
simulation was finally over, and we were transported back aboard the *****.
However, once I arrived on the bridge, I noticed that ***** was not aboard.
The other officers noticed her absence, too, and finally we located
***** and she was beamed aboard. A note was made that all personnel were to
report for training on the holodeck whenever they had time. Oh joy!
::sigh::
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"Through the haze and midnight darkness
we come charging strong and free
moving through the woods with fierceness,
screaming our battle cry 'Ooh-Raa SOG!'"
-Viper
9706.25
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Viper walks quietly into his quarters and looks out his view port into
the Spacebay. "Computer, start personal log."
=Log open=
Well, after a interesting training session at Starfleet academy the
Shiloh is once again underway on our mission to investigate the fruit
problems. ::laughs:: Fruit problems...No, I'm not talking about Striker.
I met Madison today...interesting person...to say the least. She
seems a very competent officer, and did well commanding our team for the
skirmish. I can indeed see why so many men are attracted to her. But...she is
not my type.
Tonight I’m running final testing on the Tornado prototype. If all
goes well...the upgrades to that old craft will be fully operational. This
will allow us to re-fit several of them for SOG use.
End Log.
=Log Closed=
Viper walks into his room and removes his black SOG uniform. Taking
notice of several rips that will need to be repaired, he folds it neatly then
places it on his desk. He walks to his closet and pulls out some civilian
clothing. Black loose pants and a t- shirt top. He slides it on then walks
back to his desk. Removing some equipment from his pack he starts his
standard inventory of his equipment. Then looks at what repairs need to be
made, and starts to work on it.
He lets his mind slip into a deep focus, going over everything that the
two teams might face on the mission ahead. Wishing he were with them, but
knowing he will support them from here as best as he can.
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Duty Log
SD 9707.01
CPO Mackinus
Rathgar clacks into his quarters, his carapace pieces sounding strange on
the deck plates. He sits attempts to sit down and finds the entire process
awkward at best. ~Hmmm...better practice that just in case...~ He tries
manual entry, as he always does when entering his logs, but finds typing with
claws near impossible, “Computer, open duty log, star date ninety-seven
zero-seven point zero-one, Chief Petty Officer Mackinus.”
There has been a change in the mission personnel, myself, M----- and D----
compose of away team one, with Cmdr M-----, S----- and J---- on away team two
as back up posing as tourists. The ‘insectoid’ outfits are somewhat clunky
and difficult to move in, particularly the head pieces. Away team one spent
the first portion of the mission getting used to moving and acting like
‘insectoids’, while away team two was busily selecting outfits as tourists.
Our two newest additions to the team T---- and V---- were charged with
finding a feasible way through the debris field surrounding the planet and a
method for tracking the away teams on planet. J---- did all the cosmetic
make-up work on the teams and was busily gluing antennae, pincers and other
bits of carapace. V---- came up with a plan for getting the ship through the
debris field, solving problem one. T---- came up with a method of tracking
the away teams solving major problem two.
With luck the holodeck training simulation M------ found will be adequate
for us to move about the planet without drawing undue attention to ourselves.
Cmdr M----, S------ and J---- have yet to go through the simulation. My main
concern is what other nuances of communications we may have missed, the
holo-simulation was fairly basic, this could cause serious problems in the
completion of the Op.
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"Computer, open duty log, stardate nine seven zero seven point zero three.
Begin recording.
"Well, we're on our way to [classified], and everyone's getting ready.
There were two away teams formed, and [classified] and I were told to report
to the captain's ready room to discuss a couple of things.
"The first thing was about the giant debris field surrounding
[classified]. We needed to find a way to go through it. At first, some
really unlikely ideas were pitched, but after some discussion and developing,
it was decided that a regular supply freighter would look discreet. The
[classified] was to go in behind it, under cloak.
"The second problem was about the away team. We needed away to find them
quickly and beam them aboard in case any problems might arise. Mechanical
devices were discussed, but it was agreed that any simple security scanner
could pick it up. The idea of it exploding upon discovery wasn't too
pleasant either, since it would obviously hurt the people they were implanted
in. Finally, we decided to use some kind of substance that wasn't found on
the planet that could easily be pin pointed with a scan from
the [classified]. In the form of jewelry, it wouldn't be suspicious.
[classified] and I went straight to the Intel Lab to work on it as soon as we
were dismissed from the captain's ready room. From what I hear, the mission
is less than 36 hours away from commencing. Computer, end log."
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DUTY LOG
Specialist Andrew Jeter
stardate 9707.1
Our mission to ***** began, and *****and myself were assigned to
sickbay. There we were to transform the members of the first away team into
members of the ***** so that they could easily infiltrate the planet. While
***** performed the metamorphosis on ***** and *****, I was able to make the
"adjustment" into the bug form on ***** and *****. I was able to use my
medical training and skills, as well as my talent in art and alien physiology
to create masterpieces of my work on the officers. They
couldn't even recognize themselves, and in fact, had a little trouble in
adjusting. However, I'm sure that they will have no problems once they've
reached the surface.
As a member of away team two, I was to go down to *****, posing as an
innocent tourist, as was ***** and *****. A major part of my disguise
included wardrobe, and it was in my best interest to allow the computer
choose the best - and most original - tourist clothes that fit my body.
However, the first two attempts were unsuccessful (khakis and a safari hat,
then pink shorts and a flower-print shirt), and my fashion sense forced me to
choose something a little more sensible and logical. I
gathered back with ***** and *****, who was unfortunately transformed into a
***** when it was not necessary. He did not enjoy his appearance, but *****
and I agreed he should keep it for this mission :)
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Duty Log (Pending)
SD 9707.08
CPO Rathgar Mackinus
The Op has started off without problems, we arrived on planet with no
difficulties and made it to the contact point. We arrived at the contact
point and took up places at the bar to order. (Deleted) ordered some food
and drink, (Deleted) ordered a couple of shots and I ordered nectar. We
moved to a booth to have a better view of the bar overall. The scientists
showed up first, (Deleted) our agent, showed up a short time later.
I made tentative contact with (Deleted), after overhearing some strong
anti-Federation/anti-Human sentiments. The longer I listened, the more
apparent it became he has very strong anti-Federation/anti-Human leanings.
My attempted sympathizing with (Deleted) didn’t go over as well as I had
hoped it would. I immediately gave up that line of approach and decided to
follow a different plan of attack.
(Deleted) and (Deleted) were over by the juke box in the bar with one of the
bar employees. Apparently (Deleted) got intoxicated rather quickly by
whatever it was he ordered to drink and was acting obnoxious. As (Deleted)
and (Deleted) were talking with the bar employee, (Deleted) had a quiet
conversation with our missing agent (Deleted). He quickly became angry with
agent (Deleted) and tore out of there at top speed. I am assuming something
has gone wrong at their facilities and have exited the bar
to tail him back there. As I moved past (Deleted), I surreptitiously looked
him over, his eyes appear almost vacant, like there’s nobody home up there.
This does not bode well for our agent.
Assuming that (Deleted) is headed back to their facilities, I will tail and
interrogate him when we arrive. If they prove to be a serious threat, I will
terminate (Deleted) at the facility, wait for the others to return and ambush
them as they enter. I couldn’t approach (Deleted) and (Deleted) to let them
know, as this would have attracted too much attention to myself. I only hope
they or our backup noticed me leaving.
On the bright side, our outfits appears to be holding up and causing no
undue notice among the indigs. The indoctrination program we took back on
(Deleted) seems to be serving us well also, though I had a tough moment
remembering which direction to tilt my head to show attentiveness.
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DUTY LOG
Specialist Andrew Jeter
stardate 9707.08
Our mission to infiltrate the ***** homeworld began today. *****,
*****, and myself were assigned to away team 2. We were ordered to have the
appearance of innocent tourists visiting the planet. ***** was
*accidentally* transformed into a *****, and thus he served as our
tourguide.
The shuttle ride was smooth and without problems, and I spent the time
adjusting my safari hat until it looked just right. Once the shuttle
landed, we disembarked from the shuttle and began to mingle around with the
new environment. ***** suggested that the two of us assume identities of a
couple named ***** and *****, and a very obnoxious couple, at that. Our
tourguide showed us around the area, spitting out meaningless talk about the
landscape. We walked around, slowly working our way in
the direction of the *****-altered members of away team one. While walking
around (and exchanging a few words) we finally reached the bar where the away
team was waiting for us. We proceeded to sit in the bar, pretending that the
others in disguise were not there.
I don't know what has been going on with *****, *****, and *****, on AT1
and I'm afraid I will not know until the mission is over. Afterall, I am
only on ***** to watch over them and assist them if necessary. Oh well,
back to walking around with ***** on my arms, which really isn't that bad :)
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Special Operations Group
Operations - Alpha Team
Specialist Ixtarol-Bix-Gahan-Pinter
Mission Log: Stardate [deleted]
Supervised standard approach and AT deploy manuevers to [deleted] aboard
[deleted]. [deleted] away teams deployed at [deleted] hours to landing site
[deleted] km from contact point, [deleted]. AT-to-Ship-communications cut at
[deleted]. Ship cloak activated. All systems nominal.
[deleted] hours, tactical officer [deleted] begins reconfiguring [deleted]
to disguise ship as [deleted]. Operation successful, aux. power systems
standing by hot.
[deleted] hours, no further contact with Away Teams. All systems nominal.
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LAB LOG BOOK
Experiment 034
Dr. J. Leeks
SD9701.03: I cannot believe that the Kaferian government continues to put up
with the Federation. Their stupidity amazes me. While they play the "good
friend" to the Federation, the Federation continues to hurt and destroy us.
We have become so reliant on our fruit for trade and profit that we can no
longer even survive on our own. I have tried, the gods know I have
tried...but they won't listen. Maybe this will elevate their thinking...
SD9701.10: With the aid of John Wilson, Timothy Adams, and Vanessa Bernard,
I have started my research into project "Resolve." We have constructed a
rather well equipped lab in the basement of a abandoned fruit packing plant.
This is the perfect location to start my work. Funding has proved not to be a
problem as several unnamed groups have contributed to our cause.
SD9702.23: After a month of research we have hit a snag. While constructing a
virus that can kill was easy, trying to make it unnoticeable to Federation
customs is another matter. We continue to work night and day on finding a way
around this problem.
SD9703.23: I can tell Adams is starting to get worn out by the work. He is
nearing breakdown. He is spending most of his free time in a old bar just
down the street. I concerned about this affecting his work. I'll keep it in
mind to watch him closely over the next week.
SD9703.25: Disaster struck today. My friend Dr. John Wilson was killed in a
lab accident. One of the testing fruits became extremely harmful during a
testing of Xc-112 gas. He attempted to remove it, and tore his suit on a
small metal strip while doing so. He was contaminated and died 2 hours later.
He will not die in vain. The Federation will pay for his death...
SD9705.23: A Breakthrough! I was able to construct a new off breed of Xc-111
that lies perfectly dormant in the fruit. Thus far it was proven to be
undetectable until the fruit ruptures, at which a combination of the acid
release of a mouth and contact with air triggers it to come active. The
first testing show it to be highly lethal. Once digested it goes straight to
the nervous system, attacking and killing the victims brain within a hour of
eating. Although..the last 20 minuets of life is spent in
uncontrollable spasms.
SD9706.24: With the fruit poison finalized "Project Resolve" is coming to a
end. While Adams has plans to construct a second variation of my new Xc-111b
poison gas, I am content that this first shipment will suffice to make our
point. I estimate roughly 100,000, deaths within the first week. By then they
will have discovered the source..and we will be free of the Federation
wanting our fruit. HaHaHa. A Fitting death. The First shipment should be
ready in two weeks.
SD9707.08: It's finally done! The entire shipment! A smugglers freighter will
be arriving soon to carry the shipment to Varin VI, where it will be added to
the federation shipment bound for the Sol system. We have set our position
to poise and audacity, and will now add "resolve." With my work done, I plan
to retire to the small bar down the street for a nice drink. Adams and
Vanessa seem quite tired...I plan on inviting them as well.
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Beta Team
*Mission Log 21*
"GO! GO! GO!"
Viper yells through the comm in his helmet as the back the cloaked
Runabout opens into the void of space. Dar is the first one out, leaping
spread eagle into space then tucking in a tight ball rolling away from the
shock wave of the speeding Runabout.
Kol is right on his heels, diving out less than a second after Dar with
poise and precision. Viper is the last one out, leaping into the void,
tucking and rolling. As he spins Viper looks back to see the cloaked shadow
of the runabout enter warp. Quickly spreading his arms and legs and firing
his space suits tiny maneuvering jets Viper pivots to face the rest of the
team. As he turns he gasps in a deep breath at the massive green mass in
front of him. He never realized just how big a Romulan Warbird
was. He squints and can make out the black suits of Kol and Dar already
descending for the port side hull of the ship.
Dar's descent starts to move a little faster than he wanted...but it
does not pose a problem. He carefully watches the approaching hull, then at
the last second, fires his reverse thrusters, coming to a clean stop less
than 2 feet from the hull of the ship. Kol slides to a stop a few feet away,
though not as clean and still drifting some. Both are careful not to touch
the hull of the ship. While their suits are designed to make them appear as
normal space trash, touching the hull of the ship with
all of it's collision sensors is asking for someone to notice.
Viper slides in next to Dar. All three share a quick look, then Viper
gives a "thumbs up" to Kol. She hits a switch on her helmet, switching it to
a passive scan mode, and then moves slowly along the hull of the ship.
Careful to keep her distance 2 feet above it. Viper and Dar follow a few feet
behind. Dar and Viper exchange a quick look as Kol comes to a sudden stop.
She holds up her hand and points to a small section of the hull. Viper nods
as he and Dar move slightly back.
Reaching into her suits pack Kol pulls out several small tools. She
artfully uses the first to make a microbe insertion into the hull, and the
second to send in a small nano probe. Linking the probe to a modified
tricorder Kol starts to work.
Dar and Viper take turns checking their watches as Kol works. She remains
motionless, tapping at her Tricorder. Suddenly she raises her hand, balled in
a fist. Then moves it to a "thumbs up" Sign. Signifying that the hull sensors
have been bypassed and set to emulate "safe readings" for this section of the
hull. Viper sighs to himself. The three quickly switch on their magnetic
boots and gloves, attaching themselves to the hull.
Viper nods to Dar who walks over to a section of the hull a few feet away,
laying a small device on the surface. Dar then turns and quickly moves a safe
distance away from it. Dar hold up three fingers and they all tightly press
their bodes against the hull for safety. Two seconds later they hear a
muffled and soft vibration through the hull, followed by a sudden noise as
the air that was in the tiny compartment is pulled into space. Smiling, Dar
looks up to see the 4 foot hole he just made. The three
waist no time moving inside the hole, which leads to a small observation
room. After all three slide inside Viper pulls out a small field emitter from
his pack and places it in the hole. As he taps it a force field is set up and
the room quickly pressurizes.
Dar removes his helmet. "So far so good!" He attaches it to his pack.
Viper and Kol do the same.
"Kol." Viper nods to the hole. "Cloak it."
"I'm on it." She says with a slight smile. Placing a small device next to
the force field emitter she erects a holographic image of the wall over the
hold into space. Making it very unlikely anyone straying through this part of
the ship would notice. "That should by us some time, Viper."
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Viper nods "Ok..lets get moving." He reaches into his pack and draws his
silenced projectile weapon. It's roughly the size of a phaser rifle...not as
much stopping power, but won't be recognized by internal alarms. The others
do likewise and move to the door on the right. They pause briefly.
"Kol....confirm floor?" Dar asks.
She pulls out her tricorder. "Confirmed. Deck 17. We have several hundred
meters to the computer core control."
"Let's do it." Viper nods as Dar opens the door and moves down the
corridor. The three stay in a tight group. Dar at point, then Kol, Viper in
the rear. Having to stop several times, and take a few back corridors to
avoid being seen, the group finally arrives at their destination. The door to
the Computer Core control room is large, bulky, and sealed.
Kol looks at the door, then quickly moves to the panel. "Give me 60
seconds..."
"Let's get in position." Viper tells Dar. Viper and Dar take position on
the left and right of the door.
"Almost....almost...Got it!" Kol snaps as the door opens.
Dar steps in and aims his weapon, opining fire. The three computer
technicians never even had a chance to know what hit them...much less lockout
the core access. The two security guards on duty start to turn around,
drawing their weapons. The lead guard never even had a chance to remove the
safety on his disrupter as Viper kneels through the door on one knee firing a
round in the guards head. The second guard manages to remove the safety and
aim...but hesitates at the last moment at who to shoot at.
Dar ends his decision by unloading half a clip into him.
"CLEAR!" Dar yells as he darts into the room tracing his vision with the
aim of the rifle.
Viper moves in next, and waits by the door. Kol is right after him and
darts straight for the computer core access. She pauses to push the body of a
dead Romulan out of the way as the sits in the stained chair. She quickly
hooks up her pack equipment to the console and gets to work. Viper and Dar
move to the single door of the room and take up defensive positions.
"How long to get the files?" Viper asks looking back over his shoulder at
Kol.
"I need to break the encryption codes....2 min. Then another 60 seconds to
set up our escape."
"That's Three all together....you have two." Viper smiles. Kol grins to
herself.
Dar looks over at Viper as they kneel on each side of the door. "How long
do you think before the guards have a check in?"
Viper shrugs. "No telling. I have learned sometimes you have to take
chances." he smiles to himself.
Suddenly the alarms go off.
"In the future...any time we can avoid that chance...." Dar starts
sarcastically.
"I know...I know. KOL! How long!" Viper yells.
"I have the files...preparing to activate the virus! It will take the
warbirds sensors, weapons and shields off-line. She will be blind as a bat so
we can make our pickup. But we'll only have about 2 min. before they break
through it! Can we get back to the exit in that amount of..." She ducks as a
disrupter shot flies through the door and blows up part of the wall over her
head.
"We got company!" Dar yells as he opens fire at the approaching guards.
Viper leans in and opens fire. They take down two guards before the others
take cover.
"Escape plan no good, boss! No other way out!" Dar wells over the fire
fight. "We can only keep them at bay until we run out of ammo!"
Viper nods. "Kol...can you take down all force fields on this section of
the ship with your virus?"
Kol climbs up in her seat and starts working on the console again. "If you
boys can take hold of the guys shooting at me!" She taps a few buttons.
"Ready on you command! We will have only 2 min...maybe less!"
"Hit it!" Viper yells.
Kol taps her padd and then sets her equipment on auto detonation.
Suddenly the warbirds lights start to flicker, and on the bridge all hell
breaks lose. Every console, every station ...goes dead.
"Now what!?" Kol yells.
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"The corridor wall is against the outer section of the hull correct?
"Yes..." Kol responds with some thought as she ducks next to Viper to
avoid disrupter fire.
"Suit up! Helmets on! Magnetic boots on the floor!" Viper yells.
Dar quickly gets the idea, and after he suits up pulls a detonator from
his pack.
"All set?" Viper takes a quick look around to make sure everyone is
sealed, then nods to Dar.
The Romulan security team leans forward to try and determine why they
unknown attackers stopped firing. The only thing they see is a small flat
circular object fly through the air and attach itself to the wall. The all
duck behind cover assuming it to be a grenade of some kind. They were
wrong....
"Now!"
A small confined explosion rips through the hull of the ship. making the
same 4 foot hole the team used to get in, but this time without the sealed
room on the inside. With their suits and magnetic boot on the three SOG
operatives stand and watch the Romulan security officers, gasping for air, be
sucked out into space.
As the last one is pulled out Viper reaches down and switches off his
magnetic boots, allowing himself to be pulled out the hole as well. Dar and
Kol close behind him. Viper and Dar slide out smoothly and head away from the
hull using their thrusters. Kol moves out the door and screams as she runs
face first into one of the dead Romulans.
"You ok?" Dar asks through his helmet comm.
"Ohhh...yeah. Great." She responds as she meets up with the other two.
"Come on come on....where are you? I know this is not the exit point but
you must see us...." Viper whispers to himself.
Suddenly Viper turns to see the beautiful image of a Patton Class
runabout decloak and fly a perfect arch through the two large wings of the
Warbird. Stopping almost dead center of the giant ship it opens it rear bay
doors.
Without the need for a word the three quickly head for the craft. Kol
reaches it first, and grabs a hold of the hatch. Pulling herself around she
locks her magnetic boots on the floor and holds out a hand to help pull the
other two in. As soon as all three are in Viper hits the padd to close the
door and flips over to the runabout comms.
"Let's go!"
"In a rush?" Comes back the voice of Striker.
"Well...no...why do you ask. He are just hovering in the middle of a
Romulan Warbird!" Viper retorts.
"Ok ok....jeez. Your getting cranky over the years." Striker slams the
impulse drive into high gear as the runabout leaps away from the Warbird.
"Besides...I learned how to fly from the best."
"Yeah yeah..." Viper responds not commenting on Strikers touch of sarcasm.
The Runabout cloakes and enters warp just as the Romulan Warbird comes
back online to find nothing on thier sensors, but the void of space.
"END HOLODECK TRAINING" Viper pronounces. The familiar Yellow grid
panels appear around them. The three members of Beta team look at each other
with big smiles. After a brief moment of cheering and patting on the back
Viper leans for the console to display their score.
"Outstanding!" Viper yells..."96%! We gained points for total black-op.
Anyone we made contact with died, and all evidence of who we were was
destroyed. We lost points do to the change in target exit area...Over
all...I'd say we did well." Viper smiles.
"Of course we did." Dar grins and leans against a wall.
Striker gets up from the pilots chair he was sitting in and walks out the
door.
"Thanks for the fill in, bud." Viper comments.
"Anytime." Striker smiles with a smirk as he walks out the door.
Kol takes off the hefty space suit. "Well....that was fun. Shall we go
again?"
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<Viper, Kol, Dar>
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SD9707.08
Madison looked around the bar, watching {SOG classified} heading out.
She tugged gently at the psuedo-intoxicated {SOG classified}'s arm, trying to
get him away from {SOG classified} before they got kicked out. She was hoping
they could keep {SOG classified} within sights, since they were forbidden to
use comm channels. It was her first 'official' time leading an AT -- not
counting the exhibition fiasco the previous week at {SOG classified} -- and
she was determined not to screw this one up.
{SOG classified}, seeing that {SOG classified} was stumbling after {SOG
classified}, let them go, with a last crack, "We don't need your kind in
here."
Mads bobbed her head slightly, hoping she was doing it in the right
direction, and tugged at {SOG classified}'s arm again, hating the pinchers.
She could see {SOG classified}v being engaged in conversation with -- was
that {SOG classified}? Mads looked around as they exited out into the late
afternoon sunlight, glancing around casually for {SOG classified}. He seemed
to be nowhere in sight ... they'd have to wait for the {SOG classified}'s
missing {SOG classified} to come out of the bar, so they
could keep an eye on them.
~Damn.~ This was not a good start. She figured {SOG classified} knew
what he was doing -- heck, he could probably handle himself as well -- but
she was not desirous of leaving that up to chance. Plus these awful
prosthetics ... she itched idly at one arm. She hoped it wasn't that stupid
rash coming back, from that time in the dungeons.
They sat on a bench where they could see the bar's doors, and keep an
eye on the street as well, so it was not obvious that they were looking for
somebody.
She thought about the session they'd performed at SFA the week before.
They'd gone in with a plan -- {SOG classified}, {SOG classified}, {SOG
classified} and {SOG classified} -- the shapeshifters would sneak up and
restrain the other team, and then she and {SOG classified} would take them
out. But then the holodeck had ended up changing programs, several times in a
row ... she gritted her teeth slightly at the memory.
Beside her, {SOG classified} grunted slightly, indicating with a slight
twitch of a pincher that their targets had just walked back out of the bar.
Madison tilted her chin slightly in agreement, then they both stood and
assumed a casual air as they strolled after the pair, keeping the goal in
sight.
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Ensign {classified} and I arrived on {classified} on a runabout at
approximately 1900 hours on SD {classified}. The {classified} crew wasn't
scheduled to arrive until 2100 SD{classified}. We were able to verify the
intel information that we had been given by SFI and interview the
{classified}
At 2110 hours the {classified} crew beamed down. After intial introductions
were made the {classified} were ordered to formation and began moving towards
the {classified} forces. Captain {classified} asked that {classified} and I
take the rear guard. Moving into the hostile zone we encountered a lot of
resistance. Using a new {classified} I took out fifteen {classified}. I
engaged one {classified} in hand to hand combat; he was left unconscious with
a possible broken arm and other minor cuts and
bruises.
After an explosion rocked the town square I gave {classified} the order to
use deadly force in attacking the {classified}. I immediately realized I had
acted prematurely when I remembered the {classified} could still have people
in the {classified} forces. I alerted{classified} but not before he had
already taken someone out. It was determined it was indeed a hostile. Shortly
thereafter {classified} located our target and neautralized him.
Unfortunately, he also took out one other {classified}. His
identity is undetermined at this point. Comparing holopics we speculate it
was the {classified}. Mission objective, of {classified}, was acheived.
I would also like to state, for the record, that the crew of the {classified}
did an outstanding job in preforming under difficult circumstances. I commend
Captain {classified} and Commander {classified} for their excellence in
commanding such an exemplary crew.
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Commander M****, Specialist J****, and myself beamed down soon after the
beamout of team one. From there, dressed as tourists, I led our team through
the streets of K****** and to the location of team one. So far as we can
tell we were successful in evading any suspicion from the natives. We are
currently holding our position and keeping tabs on our partners.
::thinks to himself::
Yeah thats about it...
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DUTY LOG
CPO Andrew Jeter
stardate: 9707.15
The away mission to the planet ***** continued as the two away teams
followed their orders to gain information about the *****. As before, *****
and myself posed as a vacationing couple named ***** and *****; our guide,
*****, was really in fact ***** who went undercover to help assist us in away
team 2. We continued to watch the members of away team one as they
interacted with the various members on the ***** homeworld, members who would
hopefully help us learn more about *****.
***** and myself sat in a bar watching over away team one, but soon
later they left with a group of natives. I ordered ***** to continue his
pathetic excuse of a tour so that we could easily keep up with and keep an
eye on away team one, without drawing suspicion.
His tour led us to finding ourselves inside of a *****, and the away
team members were interacting with the others. We quietly observed their
interactions, but then there was difficulty. An explosive went off, and a
violent firefight broke out. ***** suggested that we join in the fight and
help support our other crewmen. I was uneasy, momentarily, about getting in
the middle of a dangerous situation, but I quickly realized it was the best
thing to do. I agreed, and we were about to
intervene. However, ***** had second thoughts and was going to abandon us,
claiming that he couldn't do anything in his ***** disguise. ***** and
myself argued that he could NOT do that, and he agreed to back us up.
As we entered to firezone, I noticed that one of the members of away
team one was injured. I heard ***** called out his name, *****. I quickly
rushed over to him and *****, and began to check his vitals. Apparently,
some form of gas was the cause of his collapse. I informed ***** that I
would remain with him to make sure he was okay, and she suggested that *****
and myself carry ***** back to the shuttle.
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Duty Log
SD 9707.15
Ensign Rathgar Mackinus
Engineering
The Op was concluded with some minor difficulties. I followed (Deleted) to
the laboratory and entered the building. After gaining access I was caught
from behind by (Deleted). Attempting to use this development to my
advantage, I offered the pre-prepared cover story about being an Engineer,
wanting to offer my services and having like-minded friends.
The scientists proceeded to argue over whether to accept my services or not
and decided not. I was escorted out of the building by our agent (Deleted)
and returned to the bar. As (Deleted) escorted me out of the building, he
slipped a data chip into my pocket. On arriving at the bar I immediately
noticed that (Deleted) and (Deleted) were no longer there and that the backup
team was gone as well. I sat down at a back booth and accessed the
information on the data chip. Scanning through the
information, it became readily apparent that (Deleted) wasn’t the mind-dead
zombie he appeared to be.
In fact (Deleted) had set poisonous gas bombs and high explosive bombs
throughout the entire shipment of fruit. Realizing the danger to (Deleted),
(Deleted) and the backup team, I ran back to the lab at top speed. Noticing
a window pane had been removed, I followed (Deleted) and (Deleted)’s entry
route and proceeded to track them through the loading area. I came up behind
(Deleted) and (Deleted) as they were about to attack the scientists in the
lab. I informed them of the bombs strewn throughout
the shipment of fruit and advised that we vacate immediately. (Deleted)
being in charge of the team ordered us to choose targets and move in.
(Deleted) tore into the room and went after (Deleted), (Deleted) and myself
followed immediately after. I threw a knife at (Deleted) and missed,
(Deleted) fired on (Deleted) and missed. (Deleted) dived into the shuttle
while (Deleted) activated a poison gas security system of his own. (Deleted)
dived into the shuttle going after (Deleted) and (Deleted) ran in
as well and went right past her. I ran forward to the shuttle in an attempt
to gain access as well, but the doors had already closed. The gas was
getting pretty thick in there and I had to leave the area. As I exited
(Deleted), who had been left behind, was killed with a single phaser shot
from (Deleted) at point blank range. I reached the exterior of the building,
but the gas had already taken effect.
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After signing off from her transmission with the bridge, Madison headed
for the nearest turbolift, got in and barked out her deck. "Bridge!"
Captain Hanson sat down in front of the computer screen in her ready
room. She nodded and smiled slightly at the person on screen.
Madison waited impatiently for the lift to rise, trying to calm down,
feeling the prosthetics itching again. ~~Can't wait to get these things
off....~~ The door opened on bridge, she nodded to the crew there, and
crossed directly to Hanson's RR, ringing the chime.
Elizabeth cut the comm, leaned back in her chair, and closed her eyes.
~~Damn, I'm tired.~~ She sighed, hearing the chime, sat up straighter and
looked to the doors. "Enter."
Madison entered, coming to attention before her desk. "Captain,
reporting as ordered."
The Captain looked at the officer before her, frowing slightly. "At
ease."
Feeling the itch from her disguise starting to crawl up her back ~~No,
pleeease not another rash!~~, Madison relaxed her stance only slightly,
wishing she could rip the prosthetics off right there and scratch. Hanson's
intense stare only increased her sense of discomfort.
Elizabeth leaned forward, laying both hands on the desk, staring up at
Mads intensely, voice amazingly calm in contrast to how she felt. ~~You can
do this.~~ "Mind telling me what happened on the planet, the status of your
AT, and most importantly, why we had to beam you off a shuttle, which you
were on alone, without backup."
Madison began to feel hot, knowing it was not just the disguise, glad
that Hanson couldn't see her cheeks which were burning about now. "Sir. We
tracked the targets back to their warehouse. Mr Mackinus actually took off
ahead of Mr Dar and myself. We infiltrated the group, or rather, Mack got in
with them somehow, Dar and I broke into the wharehouse...."
Hanson continued listening, her face showing no emotion.
"I found they were loading the poisoned fruit into a shuttle, and I
knew we would have to take them out. Mack had disappeared, but then he came
back and reported that our previously sent-in agent had wired the place with
bombs."
Hanson raised a delicate eyebrow at that. "Indeed. What did you do
then?" She frowned, wishing the bug suit was off of Mads so she could see
her face and better gauge her emotions. The Ltjg's voice wasn't giving away
very much ... in fact her tone was quite flat, not giving any hints on
Madison's state of mind at the moment.
"The scientists seemed to have been alerted to our presence... so I
decided we needed to take them out in a hurry." Mads felt oddly detatched,
as if the report she was giving hadn't happened to her, but somebody who'd
used her body to complete the mission. "It was the wrong choice, if I'd
listened closer to Mack I would have realized at the time he said that the
shuttles were wired too. But I just saw them getting away and..."
"I see. And then what did you do?"
Mads frowned, but it doesn't show through her bugface disguise. "So I
went after the two on the shuttle myself. I had taken one out and was taking
the other out when I was beamed off the shuttle. Therefore ... I cannot tell
you the status of my team." She hated to admit it. She hated standing there
and not knowing.
The Captain motions to one of the chairs. "Sit down, Lieutenant
Javaro."
Feeling like Hanson's gaze could pierce right through her bugsuit, she
nodded, and moved to comply.
Hanson stood up, moved around the desk, leaning against the edge. "So
that you can relax, the AT members are all accounted for. Mack is in serious
condition however. As soon as the shuttles arrive he'll be moved to Sick Bay.
Everyone else is fine. The Kaferian shuttle carrying the poisoned fruit
exploded shortly after you were beamed off."
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Madison felt her stomach sink. "What happened to Mack?"
"Now, please answer me a question."
"Sir?"
She frowned. "I am unsure. Preliminary reports from the shuttle say he
suffered from gas inhalation." She paused. "His heart stopped. Luckily,
thanks to Jeter he was
revived. Now, to my question....Do you feel you accomplished the goals set
forth for your team as stated in your mission objectives?"
Madison nodded, feeling her throat tightening. ~~He could have
died....~~ Having missed the question in her distraction, she looked up in
surprise at Hanson. "Sir--?"
Elizabeth clenched her jaw tight, trying to remain calm. "Did your
team accomplish your objectives for this mission?"
Mads thought about what Hanson just filled her in on, regarding the
status of the scientists and the poisoned fruit. "Yesssss ... sir."
"Do you think you showed good leadership skills and set an example for
your fellow crew members to follow in future missions?"
The Lieutenant thought this one over very carefully. ~~What do I say to
this! Well ... let's see ... until the last point, where I took off after
the two escaping, I didn't recklessly head off on my own. I stuck to the
mission objective, without giving regards to myself... or for that matter my
teammates. And the mission was accomplished. Does that outweigh the errors?~~
She looked up at the Captain. "On several counts, in terms of what the SOG
does, I would say ... yes."
Hanson raised a delicate eyebrow. "So, you think it would be okay,
for any SOG officer, say Specialist Trint or CPO Dar, to run off on their
own, regardless of their safety?"
"No ... no, that's not what I meant!"
"Oh? Were you sent onto the planet as a team? Did you return as a
team?"
She sighed softly, feeling the failure despite the success of the
mission. "Yes, we were sent as a team, and we failed to return as one. In
that aspect, I did fail."
"What kind of an example did you set for your team, Mister Javaro?"
She stresses the word team very carefully, staring at Mads intently.
"I put getting the mission accomplished over the safety of my team,
sir. I was gung-ho to get the mission accomplished, to not fail." She was
really glad Hanson couldn't see her actual face at the moment.
"Have I ever said that the safety of the team is second to the
mission? Were you not given the option of calling the mission if you felt it
necessary?
"No... No I don't believe you have sir. And yes, you did say that was
on option."
"At any time during the mission did you consider the safety of the
rest of your team?"
"Yes, sir."
"And when was that?"
"At the start... and at the middle... I lost it somewhere at the end."
Hanson nodded. "Tell me, is it standard operating procedures to rush
into a situation without first thinking of your team, your mission, and your
safety? Rush in, where only fools dare go?" She tries to say it gently, but
it comes out harsher than she intended it to.
"No, sir, it is not." Madison realized that she seemed to have
little regard for her own safety lately and that's probably why she didn't
think of it.
"Are you happy with your performance on this mission?"
"No sir, I am not."
"Do you plan on making the same mistakes on future missions in which
you are in charge of?"
"No, sir, I hope not."
The Captain nodded, smiling slightly in a way that was somehow
sinister. "Good because I'll warn you ... if another SOG officer dies,
weather it be you or someone else, I will personally make it my hightest
priority to make their after life even more miserable than I've made their
living life. Understand?"
Madison nodded. "Perfectly understood sir." ~~Not that mine's
exactly joyful lately~~
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Hanson stood up straight, nodding again. "I suggest, after Mack is
released from Sick Bay, you and your team members get together and discuss
how this mission could have gone smoother. I also expect a complete duty log
from you."
"Yes sir... on both counts."
Hanson titled her head towards the door. "Dismissed."
"Aye sir. Good day." She stood and automatically saluted, before
moving towards the door, anxious to get to Sickbay and have the disguise
prosthetics removed to stop the itching. At that point she would have
preferred if Hanson had racked her up and tortured her ... it was almost
worse to have her be so ... so ... understanding ....
Elizabeth watched her go, her jaw clenching slightly from holding in
her temper and snide remarks. ~~I can be nice ... I can.~~
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Our mission to {Classified} ended in success. The poisoned fruit supply was
destroyed and the three scientist involved died in an explosion. The Away
Teams are back aboard ship. There was one casualty, Ensign {Classified}. He
reacted to the gas much more quickly that anyone else. His heart stopped, but
he was revived by CPO {Classified}. He was *officially* released from Sick
Bay today.
I have yet to receive all the duty reports from the Away Team members. After
speaking to Commander {Classified}and LTjg {Classified}, however, I can
safely say our performance on this mission left a lot to be desired. It is a
given fact that we will make mistakes I just hope the next mistake does not
cost anyone their life.
The {Classified} government gave a news conference about the explosions that
destroyed the lab and factory. Fortunately, the intense heat of the explosion
destroyed the toxin in the fruit and did not kill anyone. There were 104
minor injuries, 22 serious injuries, and one death. The one death was the
remains of the female scientist after the explosion. The {Classified}
government believe the explosion was caused by a test gone wrong. They also
believe the bombs that caused the explosion were planted
by the scientist in case they were ever detected. A federation starship, the
{Classified}, was quickly dispatched to the scene to help build another fruit
factory for the {Classified}. Because of the Federations quick response to
this incident, anti federation sentiment is nearly extinct on {Classified}.
The {Classified} is now en-route back to {Classified} for maintenance and
repairs. Our ETA is 25 hours.
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SD9707.25, time unspecified
Madison's Quarters
Lieutenant j.g. Madison A. Javaro turned on her workstation, humming
along to the tune playing in her quarters as she began accessing her duty
files. She'd be the first to admit she always tended to be behind in filing
them, but she liked to have some time to analyze the strengths and weaknesses
of the mission and be able to write a comprehensive report.
Then again, she could be a great procrastinator, and just in no particular
haste to file duty reports.
Hanson had made it clear. As a senior officer within the group, she was
expected to set an example. To lead away teams and mission groups, not to
mention filing the prerequisite reports, blah blah blah. Madison sighed
quietly to herself, scratching at a spot on her arm. Thankfully the Kaferian
prosthetics were long-gone now; she had had a reaction to the adhesive.
She tapped her fingernails impatiently on the desktop, reading over her
last few logs, finally opening a new log.
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Mission Date SD9707.0815
Ltjg. Javaro, team # 1 leader
===========================
I was placed in lead of an AT consisting of M***, D** and myself. Our
position was
to infiltrate a group of K******* scientists, which had been reported
as having
developed a means to fatally poison a large quantity of K******* fruit
ready for
export.
The medteam on base disguised us to look like natives. Note, the
medteam should
find a new type of adhesive gum, this one causes severe skin
irritation!
We took a shuttle down to the city where the scientists were reported
to be working
from. Out of complete luck, we happened on them right away and followed
them
to a local bar.
Side note, don't ever order mh'LecktE sticks on K******. I think
they're fried preying
mantises, I'm not sure, but they are indegestion-inducing.
M*** got to talking to one of our targets, and left the bar after him.
D** faked
acting drunk, not the best tactic to remain inconspicuous, and we were
kicked out
of the establishment.
Since M*** had left on his own, D** and I waited for the other
scientists to come
out, then we followed them to their warehouse. We broke into the
warehouse
undetected, then established status. The group was readying for
departure.
M*** reappeared then and said that the fruit had been rigged with
bombs. In my
desire to make sure the scientists were properly taken care of, I did
not fully pay
attention to M***'s words that it included the fruit already in the
shuttle, and
followed two of the scientists onto the shuttle, intent on taking them
out.
This left me seperated from my team, in a shuttle with two insane
scientists with a
cargo of poisonous fruit loaded with bombs. My team was back in a
wharehouse
loaded with similar fruit and another evil scientist.
I took out one of the targets, but the other proved more resistant,
his K*******
physique being more difficult to pierce. At that point I was beamed
off the shuttle
onto the {SOG classified} and informed of the destruction of the
K****** factory
and the shuttle.
The mission has been counted as a success.
-= end report =-
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After finishing our mission on {classified} we proceeded back to base at
maximum warp. Once arriving to the base the ship was docked for routine
maintenance and repairs. The four teams were split up for planning meetings.
The Science, Medical, and Engineering teams got together to discuss our
current comm gear and how well it serves our purposes. Although I'm still
waiting for a final report on the device this team has suggested, it looks
like it'll serve our purposes much better than our current gear.
The other team, Tactical and Operations, met to discuss the weapons we
currently use and decide if they still meet our needs. Although most agreed
that our current weapons meet our needs sufficiently it was repeated several
times that we needed to expand our speciality weapons such as daggers.
Mister {classified} suggested we are not diversifying our weapons use and
most only use standard issued phasers. He made a couple of suggestions
concerning new weapons that sounded plausible.
I have assigned {classified} , {classified} , {classified} , and Mister
{classified} to a special weapons team. Mister {classified} will be leading
the team as he was the most enthusiastic about creating a new weapon. I put
Mister {classified} as second in charge because of his experience in
creating devices for SOG use. Mister {classified} is on the team because of
her field experience and mister {classified} is on the team as one of the
newest members of the SOG and because I feel he can
offer some valuable ideas.
I would like to add to the record that Mister {classified} was
belligerent and mouthy during the meetings and Mister {classified} did not
seem to be paying attention. I have asked Commander {classified} , as crew
liason, to handle it.
On another note, effective immediately all SOG personnel will be using
the new Chameleon uniform for Away Team missions developed by {classified} .
His contribution has been duly noted in his file.
Over all the SOG is moving along quite nicely however the calm will not
last much longer. I believe the president has a new mission planned for us.
Computer, End log.
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DUTY LOG
CPO Andrew Jeter
Stardate: 9707.22
The ***** had returned to ***** to undergo repairs, and to recover from
the mission to the *****. Meanwhile, ***** ordered the crew to split into
two teams to discuss and develop new ideas for our defense/weapons and our
communications gear. *****, *****, and myself met to discuss the comm
systems/ gear. I did not have any ideas to improve the communication gear
that we use, so I was mostly quiet during the session. However, ***** made
an excellent suggestion that both ***** and myself thought
was usable and perhaps worth researching.
Both teams met up with ***** in ***** to discuss the results of the
brainstorming. ***** explained his idea to *****, who liked the idea.
However, the members working on the defenses/weapons were not as successful
during their gathering. ***** assigned a team to work on further developing
new ideas to compensate for the time lost in the preliminary brainstorming
session.
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Stardate 9708.02
Trint's Quarters
Sonnelle Trint sat down at her desk and faced the terminal. After a short
pause, she reached over and activated the monitor. "Computer, begin
recording of duty log, stardate nine seven zero eight point zero two."
"Acknowledged," the computer twittered in reply. "Beginning recording."
"Well, we arrived at where the [classified] base was, and our team, which
was lead by [classified] was beamed down to the surface.
"[classified] said that the mine field wasn't going to be a problem because
the only thing that could set it off was something as large as a tank. Lucky
for us, I guess. We got past the shield all right, and had to shoot down a
few guards in the process. From there, we split up.
"I went with [classified] to plant some charges. However, the last charge
detonated prematurely." Sonnelle grimaced. "I was not happy. However, we
managed to get back okay and set off the charges. At least the mission had
been accomplished and now the base is no more." Sonnelle sighed and leaned
back in her chair. "Computer, end recording."
"Recording ended and saved," the computer acknowledged.
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We arrived at the designated coordinates and beamed our away team down with
Ltjg {Classified} as mission leader. While the Away team was dealing with the
{Classified} base the {Classified} engaged two {Classified} ships. The two
ships were comparable to the {Classified} regarding weapon strength and
speed but we were still able to defeat them without major damage to our
systems.
Specialist {Classified} did an excellent job of handling the ship at
the helm station. Not one scratch on the {Classified}.
Mister {Classified} did a fairly good job of handling the Away team.
Since I have received absoultely NO mission reports yet I can not yet give a
full briefing on the mission. However, from what I have heard, and what the
medical officer in Sick Bay told me after he treated {Classified} and
{Classified}, there were a few problems. I will be pulling Mister
{Classified} into my officer very shortly to get a full briefing on the
mission. I also want to talk to Cheif Petty Officer {Classified} since
I believe he may have set the fires off prematurely. I can not have officers
jumping the gun and not being careful. I refuse to have another funeral or
memorial service for one of my officers.
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Duty Log
SD 9707.29
Ensign Rathgar Mackinus
Engineering Alpha Team
The Op began with a rapid beam-in and no hostile contacts at the LZ. The
Intel on the minefields was apparently faulty, they were anti-tank mines and
not anti-personnel as was first thought. (Classified)’s acknowledgment of my
marksmanship skills, as one of the best in SOG, was readily apparent when I
was removed from all engineering tasks on the Op and designated sniper.
(Classifed) and (Classified) were charged with bypassing the dome. I took
the right flank position as we headed from the LZ to the base. (Classified)
and (Classified) visually located a two man team working on one of the
anti-tank mines. (Classified) ordered me to engage the two targets as soon
as the dome was dropped and then continued to ramble in my ear a few moments.
When I saw (Classifed) and (Classified) run into the base, I figured the dome
had been dropped and swept from left to right
engaging both targets with automatic fire terminating both without further
incident.
I then moved to my primary assigned objective the tower in the middle of the
compound. After ascending the tower, I did a fast peek, confirmed there were
two targets and sighted on the one to my right. After firing a short burst
that caught the target in the back, I shifted aim and caught the second
target in the chest as it turned. The impact caused the second target to go
over the railing and fall to the compound below. I then pulsed (Classified),
who was in the area below the tower, to dispose of
the body. (Classified) then cached the body beneath the tower area. I
noticed lights and movement in the Motor Pool area, from my elevated position
and pulsed all personnel.
(Classified) moved to the Motor Pool in response and counted four targets,
which I confirmed. (Classified) requested me to standby as backup for it, I
acknowledged the pulse and sighted in. (Classified) commed for an evac of
the compound and I informed him again of the Motor Pool and (Classified)’s
position relative to it. (Classified) had now moved into range, engaged and
terminated the first target. A second target reacted to the termination of
the first and (Classified) engaged and terminated
that one as well. I sighted on one of the targets that hadn’t reacted as
quickly as the rest and fired a single round that missed low and to the
right. After adjusting aim, I terminated the target with a second round that
took it in the throat.
(Classified) had at this time moved in close enough and engaged the
remaining target in hand to hand. After terminating the final target,
(Classified) proceeded to booby trap the vehicles in the Motor Pool. I
scanned the compound visually and noticed a large flash of light come from
the Headquarters building. Specialist’s Dar and Viper had prematurely
detonated explosives within. A moment later, another explosion came from the
motor pool area. (Classified) had prematurely detonated explosives there
as well. As the team was then severely compromised and I could not raise
(Classified) via pulse, I ordered all team members to immediately withdraw to
the area where the dome was originally breached.
I exited the tower using rappelling gear I brought with and ran to the
breach area. Contact was made with (Classified) and I updated her as to our
current status. All members of the team arrived at the breach moments later
and I pulsed for emergency beam out. (Classified) and (Classified)’s comm
gear had gone dead at some point during the Op, I cannot say for sure when
it happened. I would like to add that some of the difficulties we
encountered with the explosives, specifically the premature
detonation by three different team members, jeopardized us all needlessly.
The placing and detonation of the explosives should have been handled by
engineering personnel only. (Classified) and my partner (Classified) came
away with minor burns from the episode.
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Level 2 declassification
Special Operations Group
Operations - Alpha Team
Specialist Ixtarol-Bix-Gahan-Pinter
Away Team Log: Stardate 9708.2
Arrived on stardate CLASSIFIED hrs, on LZ CLASSIFIED from op zone, under
mission command of Lt(JG) CLASSIFIED. No initial hostiles, CLASSIFIED.
Echelon left approach with Spec. CLASSIFIED to Officer CLASSIFIED, CLASSIFIED
from mine field.
Two enemy targets spotted at repair patch on CLASSIFIED. CLASSIFIED by Ens.
CLASSIFIED. Secured entry past disabled mines with Spec. CLASSIFIED, disabled
shield at CLASSIFIEDhrs.
Begun op zone patrol. Disposed of CLASSIFIED at guard tower area. Body
incinerated at CLASSIFIEDhrs. Moved to motor pool, disposed of CLASSIFIED.
Set class A fully loaded plasma bomb in Motor Pool. Area incinerated at
CLASSIFIEDhrs.
Returned to entryway break at CLASSIFIEDhrs, Officer CLASSIFIED and Officer
CLASSIFIED at area, unharmed. Spec. CLASSIFIED and Lt. CLASSIFIED not at
location. CLASSIFIED at CLASSIFIEDhrs to CLASSIFIED
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Blown
Dar sits in his quarters after a brief but very disheartening conversation
with the Captain. He goes over the mission again and again. He had made a
mistake, he had caused a premature explosion that had injured two crew
members. Something that he hadn't know at the time. He sits there and
stares blankly at the screen that has been waiting for his mission report.
He moves as if to turn off the screen but stops. He lets out a breath of air
and instead inputs his report.
The mission started the usual manner. We were assigned our targets and were
sent down to a hot zone. ******* was given the call as team leader and we
beamed down to an area around the compound we supposed to infiltrate and
destroy. I was looking forward to the destroy part of it. ******* gave
***** and myself the job of information retrieval and purging the enemy
computer. After *** had opened away in ***** and I got close to the computer
building. ***** signaled and we took our positions. Me in
the front ***** in the back. A low whistle as a signal, and we went in
firing. There was only a few guards and they went down fast and hard. I
then got familiar with the computer. It took a bit of doing but I managed to
break into the encryption codes that protected the computer. I slapped in
the isolinear chip and started the download. ***** in the mean time was in
communication with *****. He told me that we had to be out of the building
very fast. I finished the download and pocketed the
isolinear chip. I then suggested that I blow the computer and the
communications console to further cripple the compound. I planted the
charges that would result in the destruction of the computer and the comm
system. ***** then related that we had to get moving fast because of
increased activity by the compound soldiers. **** and *** had managed to
keep the numbers down, but ***** wanted us to leave quickly. I originally
set the charges to act as a booby-trap but with that news I set the charge on
a delayed fuse. ***** gave me the signal and we ran. Unfortunately I had
not set the charges for a long enough delay. Confusing Viper's signal to run
I had set the charge to go after we had fled the building. The resulting
explosion caused damage to the building and two crew members. They were en
route to leave after setting the main charges. My charge went off before
they had left the area. **** who saw the explosion had the ship emergency
beam-out. Completely unaware of what happened and I
didn't think anything of the evac. Until I had come on the ship and
discovered to my horror that I had caused two of the group injuries. The
doctor had told me their injuries were minor but that did not easy the guilt
over what I had done.
Dar stops and sends his mission report before he erases or changes his
report. "Let what happens, happens." Dar sits in the darkness and just
waits for whatever happens will happens.
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Mack heads to his quarters from the Captain’s ready room. From the look on
his face, it’s evident he’s not happy. He brusquely orders on the light,
crosses the room and drops heavily into his chair. Automatically, he begins
reloading the clips for his dart gun, while allowing the mission to replay in
his mind. Setting the clips aside, he grabs his LCARS terminal off the table
and quickly begins filling out his report to the Captain and XO.
Mission Report
SD 9707.06
Ensign Rathgar Mackinus, Team Leader, Team One
Before the beam in commenced, I had all members of team one do a weapons
check. I then reminded them about the need for communications silence. Team
one then positioned themselves into a rough circle facing outwards, with
weapons at the ready. Beam in commenced, when we arrived, we encountered no
hostiles and I posted <Classified> and <Classified> to security positions in
the hall. Myself and <Classified> were to guard the door area from outside
as a second line of defense, while <Classified> and
<Classified> accessed and downloaded the target information.
<Classified> and <Classified> encountered no hostiles, <Classified> and I
remained just inside the doorway and <Classified> and <Classified> were
working on the computer, when a <Classified> computer operator exited from a
bathroom inside the computer area. <Classified> and <Classified> continued to
work on the download and ignored the potential hostile. <Classified> left his
post at the doorway and went to hunt down the target. The target moved to
his workspace unaware of our presence in the large
room. <Classified> then moved towards the target and morphed himself into a
<Classified>. Distracted, the <Classified> was an easy target for
<Classified>, who took him out with a head shot. <Classified> then returned
to work and completed the download, while <Classified> remained with him and
<Classified>.
Team two began encountering heavy resistance at almost the same time
<Classified> had finished the download. Team one commenced the beam out
without incident. Though team one fulfilled the main objective, I deem the
exercise as a failure. The download took too long. One team member had to
abandon his post to cover two others and communications protocols were
violated numerous times. Team one will have to do better on the real run or
SOG may be in serious trouble.
Mack files his report, grabs his clips and heads back out the door to look
for Dar. It’s time for a serious talk with the Allasomorph. His face set
sternly, he marches towards Dar’s quarters.
TBC...
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Specialist Bond
Engineer, Delta Team
SD 9708.6
Duty Log
The crew was ordered to the holodeck onboard the {Classified}, while enroute
to {Classified}. We where informed we would be running a Simulation of the
mission that would take place only a few hours later. We where to infiltrate
{Classified} HQ, and hack into their computer systems to either prove or
disprove rumors of a new type of {Classified} vessel.
We where divided into two separate teams. Ensign {Classified} commanded Team
1, who's mission was to crack the computer codes and retrieve the data. Team
2 (containing myself), commanded by Captain {Classified}, was assigned to
essentially keep Team 1 covered, and security out of the way.
I was assigned to partner with Specialist {Classified}, and Specialist
{Classified} and Lieutenant j.g. {Classified} where teamed. After beaming
aboard, we (Team 2) proceeded down a dark corridor. We soon broke off into
two groups, myself and Specialist {Classified} taking the right side, and the
rest of the team going left. We where to secure the side, ridding it of any
guards and such.
After proceeding down the corridor for a moment, we encountered a
{Classified} guard. Not seeing us, we utilized our advantage, and snuck up
on him. I was able to trip him, while Specialist {Classified} was able to
knock him cold with a quick pistol whip. The guard quickly went unconscious,
and we where able to find a potted plant to hide him behind, and then
proceeded down the corridor.
We arrived at the end of the corridor, to find no other {Classified} troops.
Specialist {Classified} reported back to Captain {Classified} we had secured
the corridor (after the Captain contacted us).
After a brief moment, I was tackled, with only a split second warning before
to "duck" from {Classified}. The {Classified} was able to nearly knock me
unconscious, but Specialist {Classified} was able to knock him out with a
phaser blast. I was able to get up after a moment, and we continued our
observation.
After a few moments, we heard several noises and discovered we had some
{Classified} troopers coming our way. All teams where then ordered to
Emergency Beam Out. We where beamed out before the troops reached us, and
the simulation was ended.
Counselor {Classified}, who had been observing, approved of our performance
for the most part, though she noted too much comm traffic. The discharge of
phasers was also noted. The crew was then dismissed, to reconveine in 2
hours for the real thing.