Posted by Captain Freja Andreassen (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim - Conference Room

Posted by Captain Freja Andreassen (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim - Conference Room

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Areiana “Areia” Blackford (Chief Medical Officer) in Main Sim - Conference Room
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“So let’s get started,” Freja spokewithter a moment, taking toher coffee, “So, roughly seventy six hours ago, Scallax Prime fell to rebel insurgents. They want out oto f the Federation and they are holding Federation assets and personnel hostage, essentially. We are to go in and we have some very clear mission objectives. First, we are to get any Federation citizetechnology played. Second, we are to regain control or destroy any Starfleet tech in the system, inclu,ng a research outpost, a Starfleet Armory and a starship USS Cinzano, which may have defected as she hosted a predominately ScMeaning,,,,,,rew. If we can, weseparateempt to convince Scallax to remain members of the Federation, but we have one month before a strike team is assembled and goes in. It’s been made very clear to me that if we haven’t removed Federation citizens from Scallax Prime, our mission will be considered a failure. We’ll be getting underway as soon as possible, in the meantime, the inforinsurgencyavailable to us. We probably don’t have atoo the information we need, but I’m pleased to see there is a lot more available than other missions I’ve run in the past.”

“We’ll be accompanied by the Favereau, a medical frigate which will assist us as we are light on medical personnel at the moment. The cruiser Victus will also be joining us, but they’ll be behind by about 7 days and I will have full command of the mission.”

“Aside from the Federation citizens, our second most important objective is to secure the medical research facility. The ship and the armory cache are third and honestly if we can’t get them, we are permitted to destroy them. To quote Admiral Blackwood, research is harder to replace than ships.”

“While en route to the system, I suggest you brief your departments and start learning what we can about the Scallax system. Colonel Hammond, I will be relying your marines to assist with what likely might be combative extofctions of Federation citizens, we don’t know at this stage how many people might not want to be on the rebel boat. Any assistance require from the non marine crew, let myself or Commander Grady know, you will have it. I might also need your expertise in the form of strike teams to rewell-trainedstroy Starfleet assets.”

“Lt. Sapeth, in addition to keeping this ship in fighting form, I’d like your department to work on some options for potentially assisting us in limiting the rebels usage of Starfleet tech,” she continued to speak, “Things might heat up really quickly and if we can use technology to shut down one or more potential threats to allow us to focus on others, I’d like to have those options in our back pockets before we head anything thatttttttem.”

“Lt. Nytha’rae, I’d like the science department to focus predominately on the geography of the Scallax system. I’d like to know as we head in if there’s unique features that could pose threats or potentially assist us somehow,” She paused, “Like a moon that has a composition that masks our signature type of thing or similar.”
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“Lt. Reid, security will be focuse? on securing the ship, as evacu?es start to come aboard, we have to be somewhat vigilant,” Freja paused, “I wouldn’t put it past someone who sympathizes with the rebels to come aboard under false pretenses to try something. Main strategic parts of the ship are to be off limits to anyone not part of the crew at this stage. Engineering, CIC and vital areas will need to be secured once we have evacuees on board. Start planning that now so we’re ready.”

“Lt. McIntyre, there’s likely going to be high stress situations, I’d like you monitor the crew for that and as we get evacuees on board, assist them if they require it,” Freja replied.

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“I would agree Counselor and for now, I would like you to complete the initial assessments post mission, if you feel it necessary to involve Starfleet medical, we can go that route then,” Freja nodded.

“Any further questions or are we all relatively on the same page and ready to slog through the swathe of information Admiral Blackwood gave us while we start our journey to the Scallax system?”

~Freja Andreassen~

McIntyre gave a short, acknowledging nod.
“Aye, Captain.”
He made a mental note of the directive—coordinate with Commander Finn for cross-department training, then conduct post-mission evaluations with the option to escalate if necessary. Clean, efficient, and exactly the kind of structure a ship like Chimera needed.
At the captain’s final question, he remained silent for a moment, giving space for others to speak. When none immediately did, he leaned forward slightly.
“No further questions from me, Captain.”
His tone remained steady, but there was a quiet readiness behind it now.
“I’ll begin reviewing the psychological indicators in the insurgent materials and prepare intake protocols for recovered personnel. I’ll also draft a preliminary framework for the post-mission evaluations and coordinate with the XO as instructed.”
He paused briefly, then added:
“Given the nature of the insurgents’ message to the Council, I’ll also look for any signs of ideological cohesion versus fragmentation. That may give us insight into how they’ll behave under pressure.”
McIntyre settled back into his chair.
“Otherwise, I’m ready to proceed.”
His gaze returned to the captain, composed and focused—another officer in the room now fully shifted from being pulled out of bed to being locked onto the mission ahead.
Lieutenant Jr. Grade Samuel A. McIntyre
CNS USS Chimera

Finn leaned forward in his chair, “Sounds like we are ready to go then.”

He glanced at the CSO, “Lieutenant Nytha’rae I will stop by the science labs in a little bit and we can work out a plan for that cross training.”

Lieutenant Commander Grady - XO

Having not gotten an answer to his question of how many refugees may be coming aboard, Reid stood from the table, PADD in hand, and exited the conference room.

He looked calm as he left, but his mind was already working on plans as best he could.

Lt. Conner Reid
Chief of Security-USS Chimera

Moore similarly was set and, upon dismissal, would get up from the table and head back to the bridge. First stop was to the Helm console to examine specifications and maneuvers. Second stop would be a holodeck for some practice.

Lt., j.g. Sean Moore
Operations/Helm Officer, USS Chimera

“Captain a moment please”

Areiana tapped her finger lightly against the edge of the table, the steady rhythm betraying the tension she kept carefully controlled beneath her composed exterior. Her gaze remained fixed on the captain, sharp and thoughtful, as she organized her thoughts before speaking.

“Captain, as far as medical response goes,” she began, her voice calm but firm, “I would prefer to go down first with one of the senior doctors. We can assess the situation directly and begin treating the most critical injuries immediately—stabilize who we can with the resources on hand.”

She paused briefly, glancing around the room at the other officers before continuing, her tone gaining a protective edge.

“Once the area is confirmed secure, I can signal for the rest of the medical team to deploy and assist with the injured. With respect, these are doctors and nurses—not soldiers. I’m not comfortable sending them into a potentially hostile environment without knowing what we’re walking into.”

Her fingers stilled against the table as she leaned forward slightly, more intent now.

“In the meantime, I can have my staff prepare and stage additional supplies—trauma kits, field equipment, anything we might need—on standby. That way, when we give the word, we can move quickly and efficiently.”

She drew in a small breath, already thinking several steps ahead.

“The more severe cases may need to be transported back to our medical bay for proper treatment, especially if there’s no suitable facility on the surface. I’m hoping they have something we can use…” She hesitated for just a moment, then finished, more resolute. “But we need a backup plan in case they don’t.”

Areiana sat back slightly, her expression steady, waiting for the captain’s response—but her posture made it clear she was ready to act the moment orders were given.a

Areiana Blackford

Lieutenant Junior Grade Chief Medical Officer USS Chimera

“Agreed Doctor, once we’ve made contact with the Favereau, I’ll let you work with their team to determine the initial assessment team, as well as coordinate with Col. Hammond for his marines to provide you and that team with security support planetside, as I would prefer you have that tactical support. You can probably pull up the Favereau’s specs and crew details in the database and familiarize yourself a bit with their capabilities and start to come up with some potential strategies going in.”

~Freja Andreassen~

“Alright, if there’s nothing else, let’s get at it, everyone is dismissed,” Freja rose from her chair, “Commander Grady, let’s get this ship moving toward the Scallax system. I’ll be in my ready room researching those planetary feeds if anyone needs me. I’m also going to send a quick comm message to the Favereau to start looping them in to what we know and see if they’ve heard anything relevant themselves.”

~Freja Andreassen~

Chairs shifted almost in unison as the senior staff rose.
“Aye, Captain,” McIntyre answered, standing smoothly from his seat.
There was no lingering now. The tone had been set—this was a rapid deployment, not a routine patrol.
He gave a brief nod toward the others at the table—Reid, Moore, and Lieutenant Nytha’rae—professional acknowledgment rather than conversation. Even in the small gestures, the shift to mission focus was clear.
As the room began to clear, McIntyre moved toward the exit, falling into step with the flow of officers heading back to their departments.
Just before crossing the threshold, he paused for half a second, turning slightly back toward the room.
“Captain.”
A simple acknowledgment—nothing more—before he continued out into the corridor.
The ship had changed.
The quiet hum of standby operations was gone, replaced by the deeper, more purposeful vibration of a vessel preparing to get underway. Crew members moved with intent now, conversations shorter, steps quicker.
McIntyre walked the corridor with long, steady strides, his mind already working ahead.
Insurgents with Federation-grade weapons.
Hostages.
Propaganda.
Unknown levels of training and support.
And a crew that would soon be walking into it.
He tapped his combadge as he approached the turbolift.
“Counselor McIntyre to all department heads—begin preliminary review of mission data packets. I’ll be coordinating cross-department readiness protocols shortly.”
A brief pause.
“Let’s stay ahead of this.”
The turbolift doors opened.
McIntyre stepped inside.
“Deck 33.”
The doors closed, carrying him down toward his office—and the work already waiting.
Lieutenant Jr. Grade Samuel A. McIntyre
CNS USS Chimera