" . . . and that's the official story." P III
Posted on Sat May 11th, 2019 @ 4:44pm by Captain Lance Violator & Lieutenant Dean House M.D.
Edited on on Sun May 12th, 2019 @ 2:45pm
Mission:
Commissioning
Location: Deep Space K-7 AOR
Timeline: Just after shakedown
Tags: Check up after shake down
* * * * * USS Invisibiles Oculos (NCC-132250i) * * * * *
All external comms were secured from the classified flag bridge on level two. Normal flying of the ship could be done there as well, but it was currently being done via the normal bridge.
Dean gave a bit of a stretch at the moment and turned moving around the bridge, looking over shoulders. Not evaluating, just looking. Something to do.
* * * * * Cursa, Klingon Empire * * * * *
Ress was consciously going through the SERE checklist in his head. He was on the run, tired, and didn't want to miss anything or get himself into more trouble. The longer the Intel Officer was, 'AT LARGE' the more he made the dregs and denizens of this rock angrier.
Lieutenant Commander Ch'etiaress was visibly exhausted, but the adrenaline was still pumping. He knew he had to keep himself as calm as possible or burn out before the extraction happened. He knew either Violator himself would do it or somehow he'd have ordered it. He could just imagine the first words out of his mouth when he'd see him, " . . . O.K. fun's over. Time to get back to work. . ." This brought a smile to his face and reinvigorated him. He shook off the reverie and reassessed his surrounding and thought, 'Time to take the fight to them and get the hell out of here.'
He knew they were coming down this alley, but what to do? 'Ah, there we go.' He thought as he saw the metal scrap area. Ch'etiaress set up what looked like a framework around the scrap area. When the bad guys got through, "WHAM!" it would come down on them. He went to the end of the alleyway to ensure that way was clear. Then he set the trap. "OW, my leg!" He faked but kept on the far side out of sight. Then they started slow, every so slowly, entering the alleyway. He waited, and waited; and waited. One little damn straggler was just behind the group. He wanted to get them all, but he could take the little scrawny one if he had to. He kicked the plate and the whole framework and scrap came down on them. It even made a pile big enough to hold the little scrawny guy back. Off ran the Intel Officer. Then he heard Marchenko scream in the building he just passed. He went back, popped his face to a window, checked his tracker and found it still active. Erahr knew he HAD to make it out now. He would tell the search ship his frequency when he got picked up. If he wasn't behind a scrambling field by then.
Erahr was keeping to the shadows, watching the light patterns, the few people that were doing anything seemed scared and didn't want to be involved in anything but staying alive. He kept moving as fast as he could and still maintain cover and concealment. The extraction point was still five clicks away. The last click was in the open if he took the direct route. He'd have to go around, to keep covered, and that would add two clicks to the trip. He picked up the pace as much as he could. This was going to be close.
* * * * * USS Invisibiles Oculos (NCC-132250i) * * * **
Mike sat at Ops reading reports coming in from Engineering about the new cloaking device systems and reading reports from all departments. He stood and smoothed his uniform. Mike had patched the Engineering station into the Ops console. The power needs for the new cloaking system was causing drains in other systems like astro-navigation.
There wasn't particularly much for him to do, except well, if the prick of a MACO wasn't on the bridge and everyone else was busy, Dean could just plaster his butt in the command chair for a bit. Listening to the chatter going about and taking in every bit of it. There was an amusing thought, but he kept that to himself.
Commander Durham hit his communication device. "Doctor House, this is Durham. Be on the lookout for not just Klingon patrols, but errant Orion, and other criminal Klingons with cloaking tech trying to slither near us or anything else. Also, let Ops O know the new adjustment to the cloak should keep us hidden better, but watch the power readings. We may run hot."
"Understood, Commander. I can filter the band and narrow it. Try to mask it more so it will bleed into the surrounding area. That also can be used to monitor. Oddly enough I had an idea." Dean poked about the console, "Visual footsteps. Even with a cloak, just walking leaves an imprint. Be it on concrete, water puddle, mud. It doesn't matter. You cannot mask that. A slight heat signature is also left. Adjusting now."
"Alright, boys. Don't have too much fun on the bridge without me. Durham out."
* * * * * Oculos approaches the edge of Cursa area in the Klingon Empire * * * * *
There was a look given. Also a thought. "Mike. You have the Conn." Motioning to the chair. Oddly enough Dean was fine with that. Besides, he still had to work on setting up the sensors.
The helm officer reported, "Sir, we are in the Cursa AOR and approaching the planet."
"Reading of any ships?" Reaching up to tap his comm badge, "House to Durham, those sensory modifications are done. We're also approaching the planet."
"Thank you, Doc." Replied the newly minted Commander, "The ship is yours, House, try not to scratch it. The Captain will be pissed."
Durham looked over his team. They were trained, experienced, and they were ready. Hot LZ, compromised primary pick up point, the mission turned from extraction to S.E.R.E. recovery, what more could you want? "Alright, boys, lock and load, condition one, cocked, locked, and ready to rock. We are going to live up to our patch, we are going in, "Flyin' Squirrel," style. We are gliding in with the new SDS, Space Drop Suits. Once we get on the ground, set to self-destruct and we will put plasma grenades on the pile to ensure disintegration. We have a stealth shuttle dropping us. So let's mount up." With that, he and his men boarded to shuttle awaiting House hitting the drop point.
Duty Ops waited until the Doctor had finished with the S.E.R.E. recovery team and announced, "Sensors are clear, sir. No ships or anything else of concern so far."
"Use the modifications I made to help us and them detect anyone possibly cloaked on the ground."
The duty bridge operations officer does a quick diagnostic, "No mods registered, sir. Current sensors compare our cloak info, and known cloak signatures, to all readings and we do not show any other cloaks," reported the officer.
"That's odd, given the briefing. Why would they not be using them on the ground..." Dean narrowed his eyes. "Give it another pass please."
Duty Operations did a quick scan and diagnostic before the second negative report. "Suggest we proceed with the mission, Commander Ch'etiaress won't rescue himself, sir."
"Let's move in, carefully." Dean nodded.
Helm responded, "Moving ahead standard full to synchronous orbit over secondary extraction point."
"I've prepared the coded signal when we get close enough, sir." Reminded the Duty Ops Officer.
* * * * * On the ground of Cursa * * * * *
Ress was closing in on the secondary extraction point. His training told him to patrol the area around to ensure it was clear and safe, then to hide out near it, but not on it.
* * * * * Oculos over Cursa * * * * *
"That still doesn't make any sense to me. It should see through the cloaks if they are being used. If not and they are waiting we should pick them up on sensors with my modifications. Once you have a lock on Ress, I don't care where he is, if you can bite through, beam him up. Let the hot heads do their thing. If not, signal that he is there. He should know to hunker down." Dean reached up and scratched the side of his face, this was damned peculiar and he didn't like it.
Commander Durham and his extraction team got the location indication from the Flag bridge. The notification that the transporter was used to beam the six-man team down one km away to ensure no energy readings, and ensure concealment.
* * * * * On the ground of Cursa * * * * *
The pack of "Flying Squirrels" began to make their way to the area of the extraction point. The team spread out and got low en route to extract their X.O. Reports said the man had been through enough. Local asset reports say Marchenko was alive, but just barely. Durham knew two things, Ress was coming home AND so was Marchenko. NO ONE LEFT BEHIND.
* * * * * Oculos over Cursa * * * * *
"Have you got a lock them, Ensign." Dean turned in the chair a little. This was going to end up bad. "Wait, There has been no resistance so far. Scan the surrounding sectors and around us, but get that team and Ress up here."
"Roger that, Lieutenant," acknowledged the Duty Ops "if there is a signal I will get it, but currently no signals within scanning range, SIR."
* * * * * On the ground of Cursa * * * * *
The S.E.R.E. extraction team came close to the point of extraction. The team began the standard search pattern. Encountering minor resistance.
Ress checked his watch. It was time. He started his run to the extraction point. As he got closer to the point he primed the beacon.
* * * * * Oculos over Cursa * * * * *
House was quiet for a moment and thinking. Really took a minute. Then his head shot up straight, "I've got it. Move us closer and sent out a narrow beam pulse to the point. Once that's done, reroute power from the deflector into the transporter targeting scanners. Bounce off of the point and back to the ship which should give us not only an image but a lock on them."
Almost in unison the helm, tactical, and the operations responded, "Aye, sir."
* * * * * On the ground of Cursa * * * * *
Durham was leading the element to extract Ress. He did the patrol by the book with attention to the surroundings for possible changes. Then it happened, "Alpha to Bravo, CONTACT, CONTACT, CONTACT Alpha element taking small arms fire. Three bogeys, returning fire. One Bogey down. Continue return, Bogeys two and three down. Estimated contact with objective, two mikes. Ghost protocol one in effect.
* * * * * Oculos over Cursa * * * * *
"Anything? That should potentially work," Dean tilted his head.
"We are as close as tech specs, and operational experience says we should be." Answered helm.
Tactical looked at the operation officer and he stated, "Sir, we are cloaked. If we used an active pulse or signal we -WILL- be detected and can be targeted. This is not recommended. There are procedures to follow. Commander Durham or the objective will pop a beacon of some sort to get our attention. Then we will transport them up. Anything before that point is operationally unadvised and will put the mission in danger, SIR!"
* * * * * On the ground of Cursa * * * * *
Durham caught sight of Ress. He signaled with two chirps on the assigned freq. Ress stopped moving as the team surrounded him for safety. Relief could be seen on Ress's face and body language and he began to shake from adrenaline slowing down. The Bravo team combat medic nodded to Durham. As Durham and the rest of the teams departed the area he popped his comm-devices' beacon. He guided Ress back to cover while they awaited extraction to the Oculos.
* * * * * Oculos over Cursa * * * * *
"We can't do much in the way of getting our people out alive if we don't take some risks. You did sign up, Ensign. You were warned there could be such things. We also do not leave a man behind. Secure the ship for a possible attack and execute my orders." Dean actually wasn't flustered at all. Nor being cross with the officer. He simply was doing his job. Diligence. As long as they weren't crippled they would have or should, have enough time to get the lock, beam them up and go to warp.
The Ops console beeped. "Lieutenant," began the ops officer, "we are receiving a beacon."
Well now they wouldn't have to be exposed, so that timing was excellent. "Let's get them out of there."
"Sir," the Ops officer continued, "it is JUST the Beta Team Medic and Ress."
"That's it?" Dean turned in the chair, "Why aren't the others there yet." That was mostly rhetorical. "Dammit, well bring them up, we can get answers that way. Keep monitoring."
Ops tapped his comm device. "Transporter room black, we have the beacon."
"Roger that, Ops. Flag bridge, out." Came the answer.
* * * * * On the ground of Cursa * * * * *
The Bravo team medic and Ress were beamed straight to the infirmary. Where they would be medically checked out, and when cleared, debriefed.
Durham and the rest of the team proceeded to what was now known as checkpoint "MIKE" en route to rescue Marchenko.
* * * * * Oculos over Cursa * * * * *
"I'll be in the infirmary, just as soon as you get another beacon, beam them to the infirmary also." Standing up and heading to the lift. Waiting and going down, subsequently arriving House loudly inquired. "Status!?"
The duty nurse handed House a P.A.D.D. that contained the initial bio metrics, like temperature, pulse, scans for biologic or other things a transporter's filters couldn't catch to be negative. The preliminaries had just begun.
Ress made a B-line for the doctor. "I am ranking officer on this ship. I need to get to the bridge."
"No," taking the PADD and looking at it, "Thank you, nurse." Looking back to Ress, "What you need to do is stay put. You aren't cleared for duty and haven't been given a clean bill of health. First things first quarantine in case there is something the bio-filters didn't catch. I do need to know what happened, however."
Ress shook his head. "No you do not, NEED, to know. YOU are not cleared. Only one person right now can clear you and that's me." Ress sat down on the nearest bio-bed. He knew once House made up his mind, AND had medical protocol behind him, everything else stopped.
* * * * * On the ground of Cursa * * * * *
Durham and group were doing the appropriate maneuvers to avoid detection and leave a trail. They knew it had to be done, but it did take a while.
After what seemed like an eternity the team found arrived at the co-ordinance of Marchenko. Problem was it was heavily armed building.
Durham told everyone to change frequencies. He stayed on the initial freq and attempted to D-F, Marchenko's position. The Commander found that Marchenko was at least in the nearest part of the building. Bad news, it was the heaviest guarded. His signal was attracting attention, but he had to keep it going just a little longer to get a better picture. He motioned for the snipers. The external bad guys looked like they were in, what was the ancient Earth saying, a, "Turkey-shoot."
* * * * * Oculos over Cursa * * * * *
"I need to know if we have to change tactics to get Durham and the rest back save, so need to know can be damned. As for your condition and ability to resume duty, we shall see." Dean got a medical tricorder to take his own scans, not that he was going to dispute what the Nurse already took. "How do you feel?"
Ress shook his head then spoke. "I have not received any drugs or interrogation, I do not know what's in the atmosphere. I've only had Star Fleet rations."
* * * * * On the ground of Cursa * * * * *
Durham took an element into the south side of the building. The other elements took the other entrances. He could see Marchenko being beaten. He and his element took aim at the bad guys. They dropped immediately. Durham and his element proceeded to Marchenko. His team spread out and Durham took the restraints off Marchenko. He was badly beaten but could still fight. Durham and Marchenko were about to move out when they were surrounded by at least 47 Klingons and Orions. Durham and Marchenko were back to back in the room and the fight for survival began.
* * * * * Oculos over Cursa * * * * *
"Exactly why quarantine. Your heart rate is high, so is your blood pressure, you're probably dehydrated, and stress level through the roof. So, I'm putting you in a quarantine field." After taking blood, which was pretty easy to do with just a hypo. "And you are going to sit there and wait." Passing the blood vial off to the Head Nurse. Turning the field on. "Please tell me what you know, because we have to get the others back and you are not fit for duty. I have things handled."
"What is needed to be known is already known by Durham. He's one of the best. Marchenko's location was transmitted, by me, when I passed it. It turns out that is the HQ for criminal Klingon/Orion operations in the area and the place to go for henchmen in this sector. " Ress laid down on the bio-bed as he was coming down from the adrenaline from just surviving.
* * * * * On the ground of Cursa * * * * *
Durham and Marchenko were mostly ahead but were steadily losing ground in their battle to take out this group of 47. Phasers depleted and they were in hand-to-hand combat with the last 20 or so. Durham looked to Marchenko and said, "This will hurt in the morning."
Marchenko responded, "Then we need to hurt them worse, right?" He smiled and then focused on the impending Bat'leth attack.
* * * * * Oculos over Cursa * * * * *
"Okay, then we will take care of it. You're stuck here for at least 24 hours or until I can do an evaluation. Give me the transponder code." Unless the bridge has already gotten it, which they should have notified Dean if they had. "I've got to return to the bridge."
* * * * * On the ground of Cursa * * * * *
Durham and Marchenko were now on pure survival and adrenaline. The rest of the team entered and surrounded the room and dispatched the remaining five criminals that were standing. Durham and Marchenko did a fist bump/arm cross before absolutely collapsing. The Alpha medic was already by their side attempting to stabilize them. He popped his beacon and then yelled through the comm device, as alarms were going off around them and the team surrounding the room were already taking fire. "Alpha team medic, two in critical condition, one with a heart puncture, both fatigued, multiple broken bones, and concussions. Requesting immediate medical evac CODE BLUE ALPHA and extraction of the team."
* * * * * Oculos over Cursa * * * * *
The ops officer immediately patched the incoming comm to the transporter room. Then informed House there were incoming CODE BLUES. One of them was Durham, and they had Marchenko.
"Nurse, get surgical sets ready, emergency incoming." (Which not they were there.) "Evaluate Marchenko and let me know." Moving to Durham first and the primary focus unless he heard otherwise." Reaching up to tap his comm badge. "House to Bridge, we have them. Get us out of here, warp 5."
* * * * * Oculos Enroute K-7 * * * * *
"We changed course as soon as they beamed aboard. Enroute K-7, now warp 5." Responded the helmsmen.
Tactical chimed in, "Sir, there is an Orion cruiser and a Klingon Vor'cha-class are following us. Weapons not armed, torpedoes not loaded. Neither are cloaked and are scanning with active sensors."
"Drop us out of warp and work a way around, even if it takes hours instead or if you can evaluate what area they have already checked, perhaps we can slip through." Dean did have to get working on Durham.
Durham went into shock and was beginning to display signs of tachycardia.
"Just a heads up, lieutenant we are still cloaked. Maybe the change in course will be all we need. They detected the transporter beam and the beacon. But maybe they are just following a probable course of action of Federation signature on the beam so they are making a straight line to K-7 area?" Responded the duty operations.
"I know they are but if they are smart enough to set up a tachyon field, they are going to see us. Just see what you can do. Lives first." Dean turned to the nurse. "Get me the chest-defibrillator. Portable, and hypo-spray of 2ccs of Lorazepam." Since Durham should have already been moved to the main surgical bed, he could bring up the monitor housing up around him.
The signs of tachycardia increased in Durham as Marchenko started to wake up while being evaluated.
The OIC of the bridge acknowledged house. "Roger we got this. We'll report when we've lost them. Just get our commander better. Bridge out."
The order was given to change course slowly to starboard. As they changed course they monitored the pursuing ships for indications of any kind. By the time they were perpendicular, passive scans for tachyons were negative. "Lieutenant, bridge. Enemy ships are proceeding on the previous course and passive scans are negative or tachyons. We have changed course to K-7 at Warp 5, and are on a zigzag course to ensure we stay clear of tails and are on a less traveled route to K-7."
"Good work, keep it up. K-7 has better medical facilities than we do." Theoretically...Dean sighed. "His heart rate should not be increasing." Giving another 2ccs of Lorazepam. Looking over the cover display at the MRI and CT scan of his body. Dean gave a motion to the nurse, "Hook up the head scanner as well."
The nurse applied the cranial monitoring gear and the readings began. All was normal so far.
* * * * * Oculos arrives at K-7 * * * * *
USS Oculos was cleared for docking. K-7 Medical personnel were allowed onboard immediately to transport Durham and Marchenko to the sickbay as well as Ress for evaluation.
The CO headed straight to the bridge looking for whoever was in charge. Duty Ops informed him, Lieutenant House, MD was in command of the ship. He then headed to the Infirmary in search for Dr. House.
Ops tapped his communicator, "Lieutenant House, two things. One, we received a message as soon as we docked, Captain Violator want a report ASAP, from Oculos actual." This meant he wanted to talk to Ress. "Two, the Admiral in charge of K-7 was headed to the infirmary to talk to him."
"That's just what we need," Dean sighed, which House wasn't going to argue with them taking over with Durham and Marchenko. A PADD was given to show what has already been done. Tapping his comm badge, "I'll get to the Captain when I get a chance to breathe." Starting to scrub out while he waited for the Admiral.
Duty Ops acknowledged and sent a status report to Captain Violator then shut down the bridge.
The Admiral entered the infirmary and was about to enter the operating area when the computer warned, "Medical decontamination still underway. Time until completion five minutes, forty-seven seconds." The Admiral was not pleased. "Doctor House! I demand to get through this force field we need to talk NOW. I demand a report." The Admiral said incessantly.
"And I can override force field if you'd like to stay another half hour as the sanitizing beam clears a larger area, or you can wait the five minutes. Your choice, sir. As for your report, what are you wanting, sir? We did our job, got them, they got hurt and it was hell getting them out without being noticed, and getting past a mini-blockade."
The Admiral was taken aback. He'd never had an officer casually or so verbosely come back at him, but stay within the realm of the protocol. The Doctor was right, but the admiral didn't like someone ELSE to be right. So, he pushed the issue because HE was the Admiral everyone was supposed to make what he said happen no questions asked, and just jump to. This DOCTOR wasn't. "Excuse me, DOCTOR, I'm an admiral and when I demand a report I EXPECT more than that. As for the force field, I will ALLOW you to talk through it."
Duty Ops communicated through the medical console. "Doctor, Captain Violator, is on the comm for you. He also knows of the presence of the Admiral."
The field was actually only around Ress and Durham, though that wasn't the point. "Well, it's going to have to wait, Admiral. See, I have things I have to do, that doesn't concern you pushing me around. I gave you a summary. If you want you can sit and wait or bounce a ball off of the corridor wall, sir. You're healthy, they are not." Dean tapped the console, "Transfer it to my office." Moving into it and accepting the call. "Yes, Captain?" Just leaning over instead of sitting.
"Medical Decontamination complete." Announced the computer as the medical force field dropped. The Admiral felt compelled to follow House.
Seeing House on the screen and hearing the Admiral in the background, Violator began. "House, I've got preliminary reports that say Durham and Marchenko are in the ICU, and Durham got the worst of it. I also hear our boy Ress had a rough time. Is this true Doc and what is your assessment, please? Do you have time for a short report? If not I'll take an abridged one for now and get the minute details over this 500-year-old Rum when you get back."
"Ress is having a bit of...lets say, kind of a break down of a manner. I've got him on some meds for that, and he's going to need an evaluation before being able to return to duty. How long that will be, I don't know yet. As for Durham, he, yes got the brunt of it. I just got out of surgery, he'll be fine. As for how the mission went. We had to take some time waiting for them to get to the EVAC but we did. There were ships actively scanning for us on the way out, however. Had to do a little maneuvering to get around them." Dean gave a nod.
"Thank you, Doc." Violator said and noticed House looked tired. "You guys have been gone a while. You look tired, Doctor. Take temporary command of the Oculos and return to the USS Ares. The folks at K-7 can take care of those three."
"It's been a long last couple days but I'll get some rest when I'm dead," Dean smiled lightly. "I'll get the station to come to get Ress and Durham then, and once the Admiral is done, head that way."
"I thought K-7 had already put them in their ICU already, once you stabilized them all?" Asked the Captain.
"No, they are still in sickbay here, sir. I decided to take care of it personally first. Particularly given Commander Durhams condition once we got him back. Immediate attention. Now they are ready to be moved."
"Roger that Doc. I trust your judgment or you wouldn't be my Chief Medical Officer." Violator thought for a moment then continued. "O.K. that's it for now. Get them transferred, get the departments to do their pre-underways while you do the transfers, and get underway as soon as physically possible. VIOLATOR, OUT!" The transmission ended.
The Admiral left in a huff and had heard enough.
Dean gave a glance at the Admiral, who was rather amusing. It even put a smile on his face, long as no one could see it. He hit the comm button on the console. "House to the bridge, get all senior officers to meet me in the ready room. I have verification that there is a change of command." There was a pause, "We also will need to set up having the command codes changed. I'll do that before the meeting when I get up there to the Bridge. House, out." Dean signaled K-7 to come to get Durham and Ch'etiaress. He got up and moved toward the turbo lift.
Duty operations officer tapped his comm badge. "Lieutenant House, all appropriate personnel are assembled on the bridge. It would be crowded in the ready room. We also, just, got the Official set of orders from Captain Violator. All pre-underways are done and standing by to release moorings."
A reply would have to wait. Once Dean got to the Bridge, he looked around. All of them there instead was fine. "Excellent work, all of you, keep it up. As of now 1438 hours, I am assuming command of the Oculus. Yeomen, please mark the time and date in the ship's log." Moving over by the command chair but not sitting down. "I expect all of you to do the remarkable service you have already been doing. Operations, have you got those codes changed yet? The rest of you, keep doing what we've been doing. Clear moorings and one quarter impulse power. Take us out."
Duty Operations responded quickly, "Command code change procedure done IAW appropriate protocols and procedures. Commander Durham and Ch'etiaress code are nullified and purged from the database. You have temporary command of USS Invisibiles Oculos (NCC-132250i) until we return to USS Ares."
Helm immediately chimed up, and reported, "Moorings cleared, course laid in for Axanar shipyard, one-quarter impulse until cleared of commercial traffic after which speed will be warp five."
The USS Invisibiles Oculos (NCC-132250i) returned to USS Ares (NCC-132250) and Axanar shipyard without incident. It was a sum of zero mission. Though they'd rescued the executive officer, he was unfit for duty and was a mission loss. Intel was recovered and relayed by lieutenant commander Marchenko. The mission was to recover information as to why the USS Ares was such a target, for the Terra prime, Klingon purists, and Orion syndicate. It all was proven to be because of the time criminal Marcus. Who stirred the pot, to discredit the new Ares by polluting the circumstances around her and the crew. With the influence that pointed to the echelon one command its self. Including the recent murders onboard during the shakedown deployment that was carried even after Marcus was captured. The crew needed time to come to grips with it all. But, what all criminal didn't know is that they had forged the new "Tip of the spear" in fires of combat and strife. There is now no crew, that, so newly put together, so capable. This, however, did nothing to get the higher-ups that still did not like Violator or those that were loyal to him.
Captain Violator had received the various report in reference to the deployment and rescue of Lieutenant Commander Erahr "Ress" Ch'etiaress. Most of the information went to an encrypted address that was just letter, numbers, and characters. That, however, did not leave much relatable to the unclassified hierarchy.
"Lieutenant Commander Erahr 'Ress' Ch'etiaress was deployed with certain, (CLASSIFIED) assets. He and those assets recovered intel that explains certain actions and implicates others not previously known. Ress's sacrifice will not be in vain," Lance finished the report with his standard close, "This report is a true account, and that's the official story."
Dean House, MD, Lt.
Chief Medical Officer
USS Ares (NCC-132250)
Act OIC
USS Invisibiles Oculos (NCC-132250i)
John Durham, Cmdr.
OIC, M.A.C.O.
USS Ares (NCC-132250)
Donald Marchenko, Lt. Cmdr.
AOIC, M.A.C.O.
USS Ares (NCC-132250)
PB
Lance R. Violator, Capt.
Commanding Officer
USS Ares (NCC-132250)
