Revision as of 00:37, 22 November 2010

Captain Ian Frazier is the senior company commander of the Triangle Division, 1st Regiment, and is therefore the senior marine commander on the USS Niven and Task Force Triangle. He entered Starfleet Academy out of high school and studied mechanical engineering. Upon graduation he was assigned to the Triangle Division, and has served his entire career in Military Operations Command, near the Triangle. He has led his men in combat operations on three occasions.

Captain Frazier is aggressive and well prepared. He thinks and acts quickly, and trains his men hard. Outside of duty he enjoys sports on the holodeck and classical literature, especially ancient writings such as those of Homer. Even though his background is strong in mathematics, he tends to be an intuitive leader and tactician.

He was awarded the Starfleet Medal of Valor, 2nd Class, for his actions near Ectair, on The Doomsday Machine.

Personal Log

There is no such thing as a routine patrol. That is what I have learned in the Triangle. The loss of the four men on that godforsaken asteroid in the neutral zone was not to be expected. They were gone before our shuttles landed, Sergeant Major Pierson can be a hard man, and he moved forward, but it was harder for me. I hated those Romulans, and still do. Nothing can help me forget writing 4 letters, the kind no spouse or parent wants to read. I cant unsee their lifeless forms floating in their punctured suits.

That has been on my mind for the last 30 hours. Thirty grueling hours while the Niven tries to stop a planet killing juggernaut from devouring Ectair, but all I see are the Romulans who have an interest here. Commander Link has told me that we are working with them to stop the device, but I should keep a sharp eye on them for treachery. Of course we should, and my eyes have never been sharper. I want them to make a move. I want them to test our training. I want to atone for those men lost.

The initial gambit fails, the so called Kirk defense damages the device but cannot stop it. Eventually the science team determines that we can use some recovered artifact as an IFF transponder. This will mean boarding the machine and possibly destroying it from inside. As the leader of our combat engineer platoon, I am certain to be chosen to go, and nothing could make me happier.

Of course the Romulans put a wrench in our plan, and I have to leave half of my platoon on the Pride o' Rigel to accommodate their complement which will be present. Sergeant Van Driessen and I had a short but important conference. He knows to be watchful. His wariness will be as mine would be, maybe better.

Once we dock outside the juggernaut we pair off into teams to head on board. One of us each with one Romulan. I am first and we secure the airlock, and then we start heading in to investigate, followed first by Commander Rodriguez, then the rest in batches of two. It takes a few hours for the engineers to get their task accomplished, but mere moments for the Romulans to make their move.

A move these will never make again.

I dawdled, I acted distracted and unfocused, but my gaze was sharp and before that dirty traitor could reveal his disruptor I had his green blooded ass stunned unconscious. I called on our channel that they were trying some kind of tomfoolery, but it was clear they had the drop on most of us. Quickly I scrambled inside only to find the remains of a fight gone sour. Our men littered the floor, with only a few Romulans sharing their fate. In the long hallway Lance Corporal McMillian was holding his own, but badly shocked after being stunned twice and somehow remaining aware. Commander Rodriguez lay on his back in a half daze, also stunned but awake.

As far as I could tell I might be the only one to stop them so I had to summon all the strength of spirit granted by my holy trinity. They had laid ambushes, but I used speed and cunning to draw them out and accurately drop them before the could do so to me. Four of them were in my way before I even hit the control room, where it was three against me.

Mary smiled down on me I suppose. Maybe I am not devout, but somehow I believe this is true. One of their men blasted a panel and stunned their leader, which gave me the chance to drop them both. Quickly I grabbed our guys and started dragging them out. I radioed back to McMillian and Rodriguez to get outside and summon the corpsman, and by the time I had the first batch of our men he was busy reviving the rest. McMillian and Rodriguez got to their feet and we grabbed who we could while the self destruct counted down.

One more mission, two more letters. This time I was there. Kenneth Burnside and Luigi Galliano could not be saved, and they perished on the doomsday device along with all the Romulans. Van Driessen had been more fortunate, he and his men had been able to subdue all the Romulans, as well as the crew of the Pride, without a single casualty.

Strangely I dont feel as bad. We saved Ectair, and the Captain aboard the Niven mauled the Romulan fleet. It still hurts to lose men, and I hope I never do again. But this brings me closure not only for Burnside and Galliano, good men, but also the four Prime Team we lost on that asteroid. Maybe its because I can write that they died saving a world of 6 million. Maybe its because their sacrifice looks so much more valuable in this light.

Maybe its me. Maybe its something about my humanity that made me want revenge, even when it was irrational. I know why we had to land on that asteroid. Logically I see why that mission was vital, in many ways more vital than saving some backwoods planet deep in the Outback. That is probably why I feel so much better. I saw it logically before, but now it makes emotional sense. Even though those two missions are not related, they will always be linked in my mind, and my heart.