Pronunciation:
Knee-zah Ah-niece
Race:
Human
Gender:
Female
AGE:
23/24
DATE OF BIRTH:
November 13, 2239
PLACE OF BIRTH:
Southampton
RANK:
Ensign
MARITAL STATUS:
Single
HEIGHT:
5’9”
WEIGHT:
150 lbs
HAIR COLOR:
Dirty Blonde
EYE COLOR:
Hazel
LANGUAGES:
Federation Standard, British Accent that can be hidden if necessary
EDUCATION/QUALIFICATIONS:
Starfleet Academy Science Graduate, Trained in Security 2257-2261
SERVICE RECORD:
2257 - Applied and accepted to Starfleet Academy Science Department
2259 - Begins study in Starfleet Security to accompany Starfleet Science Studies
2261 - Graduates Starfleet Academy Science Department, with 2 years training in Starfleet Security
2261 - Assigned to USS Legacy Science Department
Reprimands:
2260 - Cadet Neza Glenn was caught fighting with fellow cadets on Starfleet Academy grounds over a simple disagreement. Cadet Glenn was sent to the infirmary with a broken jaw due to receiving a punch to the face and broken hand from punching another cadet. She also sent another cadet to the infirmary with a broken nose from her punch and broken arm from Cadet Glenn stepping on their arm once they fell from her punch. Security training room access removed for one month as this is not Cadet Glenn’s primary area of study.
HISTORY:
FAMILY:
Father - Tomas Alexander Glenn - non-Starfleet
Mother - Aliya Emese (Heron) Glenn - non-Starfleet
Sister - Emese May Glenn - non-Starfleet, born 2245 (6 years younger)
Brother - Eric Nikola Glenn - Starfleet Tactical, born 2234 (5 years older)
PERSONAL HISTORY:
Born in Southampton to, at the time, a family of three, Neza had a typical childhood. Growing up with a big brother, she always looked up to him. This continued until Neza’s younger sister was born. Middle-child syndrome set in quickly and when no one seemed to be paying attention to her, she got violent. Her older brother tried to help control her, but was on the receiving end of more than a few broken noses.
Schooling didn’t help, as the counselors not only requested but required anger management for her. Neza’s parents didn’t seem to realize that they had caused the issues and sent Neza away to an all girls boarding school. Although her brother argued, seeming to be the level headed one, she was still sent away.
Being sent away didn’t help any, as Neza had weekly visits with the school counselor's for fighting. She was even put into a private room instead of the dorms in an attempt to stop the temper flares.
It wasn’t until she heard her brother going to Starfleet did her attitude change. She never thought of joining Starfleet, and knew her attitude,as well as her current grades, would never get her in.
The temper issues still continued to crop up, especially during the entrance exams. Although a note was placed on her file, she was accepted into the science division of Starfleet Academy. Through her last years of school, Neza began to study movement of stars as well as what could be learned from them.
After two years of keeping her temper under control, with many thanks to the punching bag in the gym, she was allowed to take security trainings.
Excelling at the security training, as well as keeping up with the science side, things seemed to be going Neza’s way. That was until there was a disagreement between herself and another cadet over information found on a recent sensor scan. The disagreement became violent, and both Neza and the other cadet ended up in the infirmary. Neza’s security training room access was removed for a month and an official reprimand was placed on her file.
Graduating in the middle of her class, but specializing in the in depth sensor analysis and security training, Neza was accepted to a position of science officer on board the USS Legacy.
LIKES:
DISLIKES:
LIMITATIONS:
Hot temper.
STRENGTHS:
Keen eye for small details on sensor scans.
QUIRKS:
HOBBIES/INTERESTS:
AMBITIONS:
MEDICAL PROFILE:
In general good health. Multiple broken bones between standard childhood injuries and fights. No physical medical concerns.
PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE:
Becomes extremely defensive when in an argument, no matter how small the argument is. Tends to attempt to deal physical harm rather than talk things out. Middle-child syndrome with parents denying they attributed to it. Protective older brother who is also in Starfleet. Not much contact with younger sister due to previously mentioned middle-child syndrome.
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Species: Human
Age: 36
Origin: Lubbock, TX
Marital Status: Divorced (from Darren Wolfe)
Children: 1 son, Erik Wolfe(in custody of Darren Wolfe)
Starfleet Career
Graduated SF Academy - 2247
1st Assignment: USS Aristotle as Ensign
Promotion to Lieutenant (junior grade) in - 2249
Transferred to USS Farragut - 2250
Promotion to full Lieutenant - 2251
Promotion to CMO - 2254
Promotion to Lt. Commander - 2256
Court-martial trial held for failure to treat a crewmember, sentance reduced to demotion to Lieutenant - early 2258
LoA in mid 2258 to settle divorce and child custody, during which the Farragut was among the many ships destroyed by Nero.
Re-assigned to hospital at Utopia Planitia Shipyards - mid 2258
Assigned to USS Legacy - 2261
Personal Life
Married Darren Wolfe in 2252
Birth of Erik Darren Wolfe in 2256
Divorced in 2258--after he testified against her in the court martial--and full custody awarded to Darren Wolfe
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Age: 48
Department: Sciences
Specialty: Xenobiology and Xenochemistry
Rank: Lieutenant JG
Physical Appearance:
Service History:
Joined Starfleet of own accord as a young Tellarite, as he was immensely curious about Human teaching methods and ExtraTellarial biology. Already in possession of a biology degree from a Tellarian University, Yvildr at first attempted to go through schooling on Earth to become a medical doctor.
The differences in cultures between Tellarites and Humans was such that he was deemed unsuitable to ever care for the ill or injured, and was instead steered from medical towards the hard sciences.
Overall, Yvildr spent 22 years studying either at Starfleet Academy, or other associated civilian Universities.
He now has a PHD in Biology, a masters in botany, and another in chemistry.
He has also dabbled in microbiology and toxicology.
After graduation, Yvildr was posted to various science stations, but strangely kept being traded from one unit to another.
Now, he is on the Legacy.
He mostly keeps to himself, as he has learned that Humans do not appreciate Tellarite customs, such as vigorous debate, complaining, arguments, and insults.
Humans, he has decided, are a very sensitive people.
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REAL NAME: Jill Lee
RACE: Human
GENDER: Female
AGE: 24
DATE OF BIRTH: April 30, 2238
PLACE OF BIRTH: Inverness, Scotland
RANK: Ensign
MARITAL STATUS: Single
HEIGHT: 5’5â€
WEIGHT: 145
HAIR COLOR: Auburn
EYE COLOR: Brown
LANGUAGES: English, some Gaelic
EDUCATION/QUALIFICATIONS: Graduated from Starfleet Academy with degrees in Geology and Astronomy
SERVICE RECORD: n/a, First assignment
Decorations:
Reprimands:
FAMILY: Parents-Colin and Caitlin Norson
Older Sister-Moira
Younger Brother-Niall
LIKES: Animals, the rocky coast of home,
DISLIKES: Haggis,
LIMITATIONS: staying still for too long
STRENGTHS: focused observations (on objects, rather than situations)
QUIRKS: Is *very* ruled-oriented, leading her to do things by the book most of the time.
FAVORITE OR DEFINING QUOTES: “It's really a wonder that I haven't dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them, because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart.†-Anne Frank
HOBBIES/INTERESTS: drawing, (when planetside) birding, Scottish History
AMBITIONS: She wants to do her job well, and move up through the ranks, as it were. How far up the ranks is a question even she may not be able to answer. She doesn’t want to advance in order to get a higher rank and recognition, rather she would relish the thought that her service was performed well enough to garner such recognition. As such, she doesn’t necessarily have her eye on command, but would rather wait to make up her mind as she gets to know what life will be like aboard a starship. She’s aware that some might think this means she doesn’t have goals, but she would say her intention is to keep her options open, and be able to shift her professional direction, if the need arises.
MEDICAL PROFILE: Aislinn was very fortunate, and has not really suffered any serious diseases in her life, outside of a common cold. Though, as a child and adolescent, her penchant for exploring meant she found herself with frequent broken bones.
CHARACTER HISTORY:
Aislinn doesn't have much of a spectacular background. Her parents, Colin and Finola ran a shop in the historical area selling baubles and such to tourists. It had never been a fancy life, but the family store meant that she talked to many strangers. This resulted in her being very outgoing. Living in a city with so much to do meant her parents often found that she couldn't be located. Aislinn loved to explore the city: it’s cultural and natural sides. She could often be found traversing a local streambed, walking barefoot in the gravel and water, and grabbing handfuls of the substrate to see what bitty critters she could find. She also loved exploring the ancient buildings that still towered over the city: Inverness Castle, St. Andrew’s Cathedral, and the Old High Church, to name a few. There are tens of centuries of history here, and she had never felt bored as she grew up.
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REAL NAME: Andrew
RACE: Human
GENDER: Male
AGE: 30
DATE OF BIRTH: July 1st, 2231
PLACE OF BIRTH: Canada
RANK: Lieutenant
MARITAL STATUS: Single
HEIGHT: 1.85 m
WEIGHT: 91 Kg
HAIR COLOR: Black
EYE COLOR: Green
LANGUAGES: English, French
EDUCATION/QUALIFICATIONS:
American Continent Institute Graduate
Starfleet Academy Graduate
SERVICE RECORD:
Decorations:
Received the Starfleet Award for Valour for his actions at the Battle of Vulcan
Numerous citations for bravery
Reprimands:
Insubordination (Multiple Occurrences)
Assaulting a Superior Officer (Multiple Occurrences)
Disobeying Orders (Multiple Occurrences)
Conduct Unbecoming of a Starfleet Officer
FAMILY:
Malcolm Williams (Father)
Victoria Williams (Mother)
Alexander Williams (Brother, MIA presumed Deceased)
LIKES:
Guns
Explosions
Hitting People
Classical Music
DISLIKES:
Bureaucrats
Politicians
“Pansiesâ€
LIMITATIONS:
Aggressive
Little respect for authority
Socially abraisive
STRENGTHS:
Competent Tactician
Expert Marksman
Expert in Hand-to-hand, close quarters, and starship combat.
QUIRKS:
FAVORITE OR DEFINING QUOTES:
“When all you have is a hammer, every problem starts to look like a nail.â€
“Almost every problem can be solved by the careful application of high explosives.â€
“How do you beat someone who is smarter than you? You sit down across from them, pretend to play their game, and punch them in the face as hard as you can.â€
HOBBIES/INTERESTS:
All forms of competitive fighting.
AMBITIONS:
Shows no particular interest in advancing his career, yet refuses to retire and will fight at action taken to remove him from active service.
MEDICAL PROFILE:
Multiple broken bones
Bruised organs
Multiple scars
CHARACTER HISTORY:
A good person overall, but never grew out of his rebellious stage. Joined Starfleet for the sole purpose of “looking after†his little brother. His citations for bravery only just barely outweigh his reprimands and on more than one occasion has just barely avoided a dishonourable discharge. Posted as a junior tactical officer aboard the USS Odyssey, he was present for the ill-fated mission to Vulcan during Nero’s attack. When his Captain issued the evacuation order, Then-Ensign Williams dragged two cremates to a barely serviceable shuttle craft and exited the ship just as it was destroyed. Masquerading as debris, using thrusters and minimal life support, he was able to rescue six other survivors while searching for his brother, a science officer aboard the USS Hood. Despite being wounded and exhausted, he insisted on joining the continued rescue efforts after his shuttle was picked up by friendly forces.
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CHARACTER NAME: Luke Osswell
SLA PLAYER NAME: lucasausems
REAL NAME: Lucas Ausems
RACE: Human
GENDER: Male
AGE: 27
DATE OF BIRTH: 2234
PLACE OF BIRTH: Tilburg, the Netherlands
RANK: Ensign
MARITAL STATUS: Single
HEIGHT: 1,75 m
WEIGHT: 68 kg
HAIR COLOR: Brown
EYE COLOR: Brown
LANGUAGES: English, Dutch, French, Gernan, Chinese, Indonesian, Vulcan
EDUCATION/QUALIFICATIONS:
Pre-university secondary education, St. Odulphus Lyceum, Tilburg, the Netherlands
Leiden University Master in Inter-planetary Relations and Diplomacy.
Participant of the Indonesia Nederland Youth Society Scholarship
Participant of the Vulcan - Earth Starfleet Academy Exchange Program
Participant of the Delhi-Lhasa Speeder Tournament. Silver medal
Starfleet Academy Graduate
SERVICE RECORD:
Decorations:
His first post was on the USS Roddenberry. During an away mission the shuttle malfunctioned and almost crashed on the surface of a planetoid. Thanks to Luke’s quick reflexes disaster was averted and the shuttle with its 3 occupants (of which one was the Caitian ambassador to Earth) returned safely to the ship. Promoted to Lt. Jr. Gr.
Reprimands:
Demoted back to Ensign after a love affair was discovered between Luke and afore mentioned Caitian ambassador. Reassigned to USS Legacy
FAMILY:
Father – Theo Osswell – 65 years
Mother – Yvonne Osswell – 65 years
Sister – Noraly Queens-Osswell – 35 years
Nephew – Aidan Queens (3 years)
Niece – Aurelia Queens (1 years)
Brother – Pim Osswell – 33 years
Nephew – Thymen Osswell (2 years)
Second child on the way
LIKES:
Food. Any kind.
Top Space Gear
Bubblewrap
DISLIKES:
Children.
Bigotry and anything associated to it.
LIMITATIONS:
Due to an accident during his youth he has a deep sensitive scar on his right wrist and no feeling in his right ring finger. It is a potential weakness during hand-to-hand combat and has also lead to a preference of pleasuring women with the fingers on his left hand.
STRENGTHS:
Good with languages.
Intercultural awareness.
Can drive a stick.
Strict adherer to the Bro Code.
QUIRKS:
Bro Code.
Tendency to talk to much.
Tendency to talk himself into corners.
Tendency to laugh awkwardness away making things more awkward.
FAVORITE OR DEFINING QUOTES:
If you spend a minute being angry, you lose 60 seconds of being Awesome, don’t be wasteful.
HOBBIES/INTERESTS:
Writing
Reading
Learning languages
Exotic new places
Exotic women
AMBITIONS:
Captaining a Starship someday.
Read every book ever written
See every movie ever made
MEDICAL PROFILE:
If you look up “healthy†in the dictionary there’d be a picture of Luke in it. ↑
CHARACTER HISTORY:
At first glance there is really nothing out of the ordinary with Luke Osswell. Loved by his parents. Sometimes a nuisance to his siblings. Used to be loner in school. Never had many friends. Always loved to read. Shy. Only after high school did he become more of a social person.
Before beginning his studies he spent half a year in South China as a teacher, it was in this period that he participated in the fabled Delhi – Lhasa speeder tournament, where his navigational skills and quick reflexes gave a glimpse of the excellent pilot he would become. After his return and start of his studies at Leiden University, he found that student life appealed to him. Loved to learn stuff. Discovered he enjoyed meeting people. Joined a student society and developed an interest in Asia, especially in the Malay-Indonesian Archipelago. He spent a semester studying in Yogyakarta where he befriended the oldest daughter of Hamengkubuwono XXIV, the Yogyakarta Sultan. After his return and graduation from Leiden University, he was asked to join the Starfleet Academy Exchange Program between Vulcan and Earth students in 2256. He was lucky to have gotten the chance when he did, because a year later the Planet Vulcan was destroyed by the Romulan Nero. His group of exchange students are among the last Earth students to have set foot on Vulcan. The group that went after him all perished in the disaster, including most of the Vulcan friends Luke had made the year before.
Initially Luke had applied for the Interplanetary and Cross-species Dialogue track, but was not selected in the program. Instead he opted for Starfleet Academy Flight School and started training to become a helmsman. His interests in other cultures and diplomacy remained, though, and keeps himself updated on the latest interplanetary developments and issues.
The news of the destruction of Vulcan, the loss of his Vulcan friends and fellow cadets struck him hard. However, instead of making him angry, he became more convinced of the importance of dialogue and diplomacy in order to prevent disasters like this.
In 2260 he graduated from Starfleet Academy and was assigned as a secondary Helmsman to the USS Roddenberry. He performed his duties well. It was during an away mission with the Caitian ambassador to Earth that the shuttle experienced difficulties and it was thanks to Luke’s instincts and piloting skills disaster was averted. The Caitlian ambassador, a feline, fell in love with him as a result, and the two of them had a short but intimate love affair until it was discovered a few months later. Having broken the Starfleet and Caitian regulations, the Caitian ambassador was recalled to her homeworld. Luke, having been recently promoted to Lieutenant Junior Grade, was transferred over to the USS Legacy and demoted back Ensign.
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REAL NAME: Jill
RACE: Human
GENDER: Female
AGE: 42
DATE OF BIRTH: 3 June, 2219
PLACE OF BIRTH: Cape Breton, NS, Canada
RANK: Lieutenant
MARITAL STATUS: Widowed
HEIGHT: 6'4
WEIGHT: 150lbs
HAIR COLOR: Black
EYE COLOR: Brown
LANGUAGES: English, French, & Mandarin
EDUCATION/QUALIFICATIONS:
BA from RMC – majored in Military Psychology with a minor in Military Journalism & Broadcasting.
SERVICE RECORD:
Joined Canadian Naval Reserve in 2235 at age 16 as a Naval Communicator. At 22 was accepted into the Royal Military College. Graduated at age 26 and commissioned as a Public Affairs Officer. Conducted trades training – promoted to SLt[N]. At age 30 began an exchange with Starfleet. In 2250, at age 31, was offered and accepted a Starfleet commission as a Lt. Passed up various times for promotion – not because of anything she had done wrong, but because of an old military rule where anyone who joins after they turn 30 is penalized for their age. Joined USS LEGACY for a new recruiting/public awareness program, recording non-sensitive operations and goings on, interviewing crew, and writing blogs about day-to-day life onboard a Starfleet vessel. This is all part of an ongoing push for more personnel to replenish the ranks after the events of the past 5-10 years, and to perhaps draw the interest of those who would otherwise shy away from military service.
Decorations: NATO Arctic Star, Commodore's Commendation, CD, Queen's Diamond Jubilee
Reprimands:
FAMILY: Husband – Mark Simonson [deceased]
LIKES: down to earth ppl [lolz]
DISLIKES: the 'old boys' club, sea sickness, and lettuce
LIMITATIONS: gets very frustrated by blatant inequalities, injustices, and dumb assery. Will go off to fume by herself so she doesn't say something she shouldn't in front of others. [sometimes taken as pouting]
STRENGTHS: Is very personable and outgoing, and is a very caring person. She was torn when first joining the military as to whether she would go into psychology or become a Padre.
QUIRKS: curses in French under her breath when frustrated or peeved.
Likes onions cooked, but not raw. Has to make a conscious effort not to stand on her tiptoes when anxious – a bad habit from childhood. Says 'sorry' too often.
FAVORITE OR DEFINING QUOTES: “The sacrifice of hiding in the light is living with your shadows.â€
“problems cannot be solved with the same level of thinking that created them.â€
HOBBIES/INTERESTS: painting, watching old science fiction shows, and writing a bit of fiction herself.
AMBITIONS: to get to the top of her field despite the uneven playing field she works in, and to help guide the budding starfleet towards a greater community strength and equality.
MEDICAL PROFILE: healthy as a horse
CHARACTER HISTORY:
Of Metis heritage, Marian has always been a caring person who strove to help those in need. Had she not taken the path she had, Marian likely would have ended up as a psychiatrist, or somewhere else within the mental health field.
As a child, though, she read science fiction and watched old tv shows and was drawn to the idea of joining the military or starfleet. So when she was old enough she joined cadets, and from there moved up to the Naval Reserve when she turned 16. After catching the sailing bug and spending many years going up and down the eastern coast of North America, she applied for – and was accepted into – the Royal Military College of Canada. She studied Military Psychology and Leadership, minoring in Communications and Broadcasting. Upon graduation she was Commissioned and granted the rank of Sub Lieutenant, then sent for trades training to be a PafO [Public Affairs Officer]. After working for some years at that, Marian was promoted to Lt[n] and sent to the 'States to do first-of-its-kind exchange with Starfleet.
That next year she was offered a commission in Starfleet and, without much hesitation, accepted.
That year – 2050 – she met her husband Mark, an instructor at Starfleet Academy. They were married in 2054. At the destruction of Vulcan, he was on board the Farragut, and perished. Due to the possibility of either of them being injured or sterilized in some incident in space, Mark and Ari had embryos frozen and stored for the future... now she is just waiting for things to settle down so she can begin a family.
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CHARACTER NAME: “Ensignâ€
SLA PLAYER NAME: Lagh Roq
REAL NAME: Jillian (sometimes Jilly but never Jill)
RACE: Almost always human
GENDER: Usually male
AGE: The youngest member of the crew. Occasionally still studying and on work experience.
D.O.B. 2240
AGE: 20-21
PLACE of BIRTH:Usually Earth, less often, a colony
MARITAL STATUS:Pfft, I’m still a virgin.
HEIGHT: 5’8†while still upright
WEIGHT: 132lb
HAIR COLOUR: Variable
EYES: Fixed and dilated
LANGUAGE: English and a smattering of Klingon
EDUCATION: Baccalaureate and appropriate qualifications from The Academy.
LIKES: Everybody. Away missions.
DISLIKES: Pain. Excessive meds.
FAMILY: Extensive family who will grieve deeply at his passing, making trips to the ship for the
purpose of memorializing the dear departed at inconvenient times and whose very
existence reminds the Captain of her duty and responsibility to the crew and her failure in
this particular instance.
LIMITATIONS: Unnaturally short lifespan. Relative anonymity at odds with the disproportionate amount
of grief his passing causes to the crew.
STRENGTHS: Useful hostage. First character to make everyone aware that an apparently benign planet
has hostile elements (‘the canary in the cage’). Revels in the afterlife. Can hang around in
spirit as long as needed. Familiar with all forms of death rites from orthodox Judaism to
shamanistic rituals to astral projection. Great natural shield. Not afraid to die for a poor
cause.
QUIRKS: Totally loveable. Everybody loves him. He never hurt a fly.
Charming lack of prescience. He rarely sees it coming.
QUOTES: “Can I come too, Sir?â€
“As soon as we get back to Ten Forward, the drinks are on me!â€
“I’ll go on ahead. Meet you back here at oh eight-hundredâ€
AMBITIONS: To get home on leave just once.
MEDICAL PROFILE: Heartrate: flatline
B.P. systolic 0/diastolic 0
Brain stem function: nil
Organ condition: rarely suitable for donation
CHARACTER HISTORY: Ensign was always a “promising student†who never gets to realize his
potential. Hence, his loss is always disproportionately great to the crew, even
though no-one ever hears his name until after his death when we inevitably
discover that the Captain promised his parents that she would “…take good
care of himâ€.
His precociousness was obvious from an early age. In kindergarten, he wrote his
first childish essay “Schroedinger’s Cat is neither ‘on’, nor ‘off’ the Matâ€. In
Middle school, he distinguished himself with the theological essay, “Given the
Choice, I Prefer to Eat My Lunch in the Shade of Plato’s Caveâ€
At The Academy he received a commendation for his syncretic
chemistry/physics paper “The Paradox of Resublimated Thiotimoline, Time
Travel and Warp Drive: Why Asimov was Nearly Right… or, The Pot of Gold at the
End of the Tachion Trailâ€.
A person of considerable promise and potential, an eminently sympathetic character, totally innocent, eager and harmless who always gets to Rest in Pieces.
The Un-named Ensign
U.S.S. Legacy
sogh lagh R'ok
Herghlpin
IKS Rankuf
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REAL NAME: Andrew Wincott
RACE: Huanni
GENDER: Male
AGE: 21
DATE OF BIRTH: 8th of April 2239
PLACE OF BIRTH: Huan
RANK: Ensign
MARITAL STATUS: Married
HEIGHT: Six and one half feet, considered somewhat on the short side
WEIGHT: 168
FUR COLOR: Tan with stripes of black throughout.
EYE COLOR: Jade
LANGUAGES: High Huan, Low Huan, English, some Vulcan, and Russian because he lost a bet
EDUCATION/QUALIFICATIONS: Higher Education across the Huan star system, Starfleet
Academy
SERVICE RECORD: Starfleet Academy, Starfleet Medical Xeno Exchange Program, USS
Saratoga, San Francisco Dock Yards LEO, USS Legacy
Decorations: None
Reprimands: Many.
FAMILY: Father-Havic Nakali Soban, Mother-Serenity Nakali Soban, Sisters Hiki/Kiki
Nakali Soban.
LIKES: Vulcan Poetry, the written words, snow, opening new and exciting doors and opportunities.
DISLIKES: The deadly dark vacuum of space…he really should have read about what the ‘Star’ in Starfleet meant. Oh and the evils of static electricity.
LIMITATIONS: Reasoned and logical cognition in high stress environments where emotions run high. Also fast moving objects tend to distract.
STRENGTHS: Photographic memory and nearly perfect hand eye coordination.
QUIRKS: Tends to have emotional mood swings that go from the heights of a medical officer scorned to the lows of the deadly depressed. This might sound odd, but the Huanni have a very simple emotional mind set: on or off. They feel in binary, as one observer started before allowing their membership into the Federation.
FAVORITE OR DEFINING QUOTES: “Our loss is our gain. No backies.†Foreman Forestall, San Francisco Shipyards LEO, upon hearing of transfer of Ensign Soban.
HOBBIES/INTERESTS: Read, talking (LOTS of talking), the great outdoors and Velcro.
AMBITIONS: To do his people proud, and one day return to them with a great boon to aid his House and people.
MEDICAL PROFILE: Standard psychological profiling does not work well on the Huanni psyche. Their emotional wellbeing is as much a chemical reaction as it is a mental condition, given the fact of their planets somewhat late blooming evolutionary jump to bipedal tool users in the last 10 thousand years or so. The Huanni might be able to wax poetically about the finer points of warp drive and Trans warp theory, but pinch one of them in the arm and you’re just as like to get a sobbing cry baby as you are a blood thirsty berserker. And both states can be equally dangerous.
CHARACTER HISTORY:
The Huanni, as a species, are an oddity in the universe. It is an often spouted fact that for a species to attain interstellar flight they must first gain the ability to harness the power of the atom. The high energy physics involved are a needed part of a tree of technology that leads to the stars, but it is a branch of that tree that can lead to greatness or to utter devastation. Many a world in the Alpha and Beta Quadrants lie uninhabited, radioactive wastelands where only microbe’s and mosses can grow, because a species used a great power to end themselves on purpose or by ignorance.The Huanni, on the other hand, avoid that sand trap: and the reason why this is surprising will soon become apparent.
The Huanni are a relatively young species, even when compared to humans. Only two hundred years before the Huan people had thought their world as flat as a coin and resting at the exact centre of the universe. Of course now that is just a side lined religion, but it was one that nearly all of the species subscribed to. Ten thousand years previously, the time it took humanities progenitors to go from flint spear tips to phaser rifles, the Huanni were arboreal tree dwellers who subsided on hunting and very little farming. It has been supposed that the Huanni have only been bipedal tool users for a relatively short period of time.
Given this state of youthful potential in a species, there is still a tremendous amount of the Huan genetic code that harkens backs to their hunter ancestors. They still possess fearsome claws, have terrific night and day light vision, a sense of small that has been remarked as unfortunately accurate, to name but a few. Their major disadvantage comes from this same link to their past: their minds might be free to reason, but their bodies are still l controlled more or less by a flight or fight response.
Keth Soban, during his time training with Starfleet, has had numerous records of minor incidents that accelerated into major altercations. The Huanni’s under developed hormone control system, coupled with a general and species wide trusting nature, has helped Keth be led into many a bad situation. When Keth was off campus and exploring the San Francisco Bay area, a store he was in was robbed. When the thief made his exit he was heard, whilst passing Keth, saying “Don’t let the cops catch me! Don’t let the cops catch me!†The cops did not catch him, for as the stores security guard raced out after him, Keth took a hold of the man’s left shoulder and successfully dislocated it with one hand. The Huanni are very, very strong.
And so Keth’s spotted record saw him assigned to non-important ships and outpost, mostly staying within the Sol System for most of his career. Only a terrible disaster and a lack of true options would see the feline medical officer with the pendulum like emotions get his chance at greatness.
Surviving that chance, however, is the mission of his crewmates.
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Phil was roused to consciousness by a sudden tearing pain in his right leg. As his eyes shot open, he realised to his horror that tearing was actually accurate as his assailant was taking a bite out of him. Instinctively, he lashed out with the other leg, kicking the Kzin away - not enough to damage it, but enough for it to break off, hissing, his blood dripping from its mouth.
He wanted to throw up. He wanted to run. He wanted to hide. He wanted to cry. He wanted to wake up and find it had all been a horrid nightmare.
He wasn't going to get what he wanted. Not today.
The pool of blood forming under him was growing and Phil realised he needed to deal with this first. He tore off his shirt and tied it just above the injury. Not the best course of action, but in the absence of proper medical care, it would have to do. He glanced around - the rest of his team were not in much better shape. At least a few were still breathing, but those who were conscious weren't capable of doing anything to protect themselves. They had been disarmed, their communicators taken. It was surprising they were still alive, given the circumstances.
The Kzin observed him keenly. Licking its lips. Tasting his blood.
"You've won," Phil addressed it. "Congratulations. Now, in accordance with the Treaty of Sirius, I formally request..."
The Kzin spat at him. "I signed no treaty. You are food now. Food has no right to request."
Phil struggled to keep the automatic parts of his brain quiet as he tried to pull anything useful he could to the front. The pained moans of several of his team... his friends... were both spurring him on and distracting him at the same time.
Finally, a useful thought darted past - he grabbed it and forced it into focus.
If a Kzin was defeated in battle but allowed to live, that action was considered the ultimate insult. In such a case, the Kzin had to seek revenge by challenging the attacker to a duel before the attacked Kzin was allowed to seek either medical assistance or reinforcements.
He grabbed a nearby branch and, using it as a crutch, pulled himself upright, summoning as much height as his injuries allowed.
"I challenge you to a duel..."
The Kzin laughed, displaying its pointy teeth in all their ferocity.
"The food wants to play? That makes a change... I accept!"
Which is where the official footage cuts out. The fact that Phil Wilson survived tells you all you need to know about how the rest of the encounter played out. He successfully defeated the Kzin in the duel, winning the respect of the remainder of his assailant's tribe, obtained access to a communicator and managed to get his team beamed out. Most of them survived more or less intact, although he himself lost the lower part of one leg.
He was officially a Big Damn Hero, with medals and stuff.
So why didn't he feel like one?
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CHARACTER NAME: Phil Wilson
SLA PLAYER NAME: Foxy
REAL NAME: Ali Trace
RACE: Human
GENDER: Male
AGE: 35
DATE OF BIRTH: 19th January 2225
PLACE OF BIRTH: Crawley, West Sussex, UK
RANK: Commander
POSITION: First Officer
MARITAL STATUS: Single
HEIGHT: 5ft 10
WEIGHT: Average
HAIR COLOR: Dark but prematurely receding
EYE COLOR: Dark Blue
LANGUAGES: English, Standard, French, Spanish, Andorian, Vulcan, Tellarite, Klingon, Kzin - all to conversational level (with military vocabulary)
EDUCATION/QUALIFICATIONS: Masters in Operational Psychology (minor in Klingon Language and Culture)
SERVICE RECORD:
2261 - Assigned as First Officer of USS Legacy
2257 - Injured in the line of duty (Battle of Arcadia, against the Kzinti). Transferred to Starfleet Academy as an Instructor
2256 - First Office on USS Aldrin (Armstrong Class Starship), promotion to Commander
2253 - Field Promotion to Lieutenant Commander
2250 - Transferred to USS Speedwell (Mayflower Class Starship) - Promoted to Lieutenant
2248 - Promoted to Lieutenant Junior Grade
2247 - Assigned as Ensign on Diplomatic Vessel, USS Mandela
DECORATIONS:
Grankite Order of Tactics
Silver Palm
Decoration of Gallantry
REPRIMANDS: Squeaky clean...
FAMILY: Mother: Verity, Father: Sidney, Elder brother - Peter, Elder Sister - Valentine
LIKES: Tea, English Breakfast, Warm, one sugar. Toast. Real toast made from real bread. With butter.
DISLIKES: Cold tea, bullies, cheats, smiles involving pointy teeth, went vegetarian for a while, then decided that was letting the buggers win.
LIMITATIONS: Prosthetic leg (right). Despite a recent upgrade to an almost perfect facsimile, he still uses a cane but it is more by habit than need.
STRENGTHS: People-savvy (),
Calm in a crisis
Nice (but )
QUIRKS: Acts older than he should/is.
Tuts.
FAVORITE OR DEFINING QUOTES:
"The stupid neither forgive nor forget; the naive forgive and forget; the wise forgive but do not forget."
Thomas Szasz
"Wisdom consists of knowing how to distinguish the nature of trouble, and in choosing the lesser evil."
Niccolai Machiavelli, The Prince
"To fight and conquer in all our battles is not supreme excellence; supreme excellence consists in breaking the enemy's resistance without fighting."
Sun Tzu
"There is no sin so great as ignorance. Remember this."
Rudyard Kipling, Kim
"The world is always a democracy in times of flux, and the man with the best voice will win. Everybody thinks Hitler got to power because of his armies, because they were willing to kill, and that's partly true, because in the real world power is always built on the threat of death and dishonor. But mostly he got to power on words, on the right words at the right time."
Orson Scott Card, Ender's Game
"There's lots of people will help you with alcohol business, but there's no one out there arranging little meetings where you can stand up and say, "My name is Sam Vimes and I'm a really suspicious bastard."
Terry Pratchett, Feet of Clay
"Oh dear."
Phil Wilson
HOBBIES/INTERESTS: Taijiquan, Bartitsu, Chess (all forms), fantasy role-playing, art & music (passively)
AMBITIONS: Making everyone smart enough to survive
MEDICAL PROFILE: Nothing exciting, oh - apart from the leg thing and some interesting scars. And the bad dreams (). He has been a good boy and attended counselling and it's hardly ever a problem. Really.
CHARACTER HISTORY:
Phil Wilson always wanted to be out in the stars. As a child, he would lie on his back watching the take-offs and landings from Gatwick Spaceport, wondering where they were all going or where they had been, what manner of creatures they would find and whether they would be friends. As he grew up, he realised it was more complicated - some would be friends on a planetary diplomatic level but there were still individuals who were not as friendly... Others could be at war with Earth and yet there could be individuals who were perfectly civil.
Complicated was fun. This was what made people (including alien people) more interesting than computers. Lots of people knew how to get a specific response out of a computer. How many people could get a specific, intended response out of a person.
None.
Well, maybe Machiavelli, but he had a bad reputation as a result. Phil didn't want a bad reputation, but maybe it would be good to understand how it was done in order to prevent someone less scrupulous from trying it.
He studied psychology, but not with the aim of treating patients, or of charging rent to those who lived in castles in the air - but to know when to duck and how to avoid getting into a situation where he needed to. His scope got larger - never mind people, what about groups? Herds? Nations? Planets? Races?
To what degree could you predict the response of an entire race, given the number of individuals, the differing histories, the vast variety of experiences... Playing the Great Game.
Now THAT was fascinating.
Everything was going so well, he learnt so much - both being taught and once he was posted to a ship in the Diplomatic Fleet by meeting new life, new civilisations. Talking to fantastic people, but more importantly, listening to them, he drank it all in, mulled it over, learnt and used his new found knowledge. Gradually, he made his way up the ranks, listening, learning and applying.
Right up until Arcadia. There were Kzinti. One of them tried to eat him and his crew. He... did what needed to be done. Which he would rather not talk about. Thank you.
Minus most of a leg, he was grounded until he got the hang of his prosthetic and attended the requisite counselling, during which he earned his keep by tutoring on psychology and tactics at Starfleet Command School. Most of his students were only a few years younger than he, but they hadn't been through what he had, forged in fire - they seemed like kids in comparison, all enthusiasm and throwing caution to the wind. Especially one - she was a force of nature. It was an especially proud moment when he managed to get her through her exams. He didn't stay for the graduation party, though. Too much fuss. Went home for a nice cup of tea.
She stayed in touch and, now being the same rank and no longer a pupil, he started to think of her differently. But, anyway, enough of that. He was proud all over again to hear she'd been given a ship of her own, albeit made from the remnants of the battered fleet. There might even have been fragments of the ship he would have been commanding by then, if it hadn't been for... yes, well, anyway... what he hadn't expected was the invitation to serve as her First Officer. He thought the leg business would have ruled him out, but it turned out so many senior officers had been lost - first to Nero and his assault on Vulcan and then to Harrison's terrorist attack - that Starfleet were keen to get whoever they could back in, even if it meant expensive upgrades to his prosthetic and a blind eye turned to a couple of sub-par results on the physical tests.
Game on.
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CHARACTER NAME: Navkiran (means New ray of light) Khangura
SLA PLAYER NAME: KendleRJ
REAL NAME: Rose Johnson
RACE: Human - Indian
GENDER: Female
AGE: 26
DATE OF BIRTH: December 8, 2234 (not sure of the equivalent stardate)
PLACE OF BIRTH: Bombay, India
RANK: Ensign
MARITAL STATUS: Single
HEIGHT: 5' 7"
WEIGHT: 138 lbs
HAIR COLOR: Chestnut Brown
EYE COLOR: Dark Brown
LANGUAGES: English, Punjabi, Vulcan, Klingon curses, Rudimentary Romulan
EDUCATION/QUALIFICATIONS: Star Fleet Academy Majors in Advanced Theoretical Physics, Astrophysics and Engineering, with a minor in Temporal Mechanics and Transporter Theory
SERVICE RECORD: First Assignment - USS Legacy
Decorations: Gold Leaf Cluster for Marksmanship (Hobby)
(The below will be updated as the character develops but these are good places to start at least)
Reprimands: None yet, but time is young
FAMILY: Deceased, lost parents and sister in San Francisco after Khan's ship barreled into several buildings in San Francisco in 2259
LIKES: Buttered chicken, chocolate, odd humour
DISLIKES: Conflict, stubborn people, multi-legged small creatures (spiders, centipedes, etc.)
LIMITATIONS: Has been known to get queasy at the sight of blood
STRENGTHS: Working with her hands, and can improvise to overcome issues with tech
QUIRKS: She has a morning ritual that includes tea, sonic shower, and review of duties (to do list), and may hum or sing while she's working. She also has a tendency to get dirty when she's heavily into a fix-it project of any variety and isn't prone to notice it either.
FAVORITE OR DEFINING QUOTES: Let's have a look, shall we?
HOBBIES/INTERESTS: Weapons, tai chi, singing, creative writing
AMBITIONS: To become Chief of Engineering and perhaps even a Captain one day.
MEDICAL PROFILE:
Blood type B+
CHARACTER HISTORY:
Born in Bombay as the striving for discovery and exploration into space had begun, her name was reflective of her parents' hopes for hers and their future. Her father had been a stay-at-home dad, looking after her older sister and herself as they grew. Her mother was a robotic engineer that had begun her career working on artificial intelligence and moving into creating androids that resembled human beings as closely as possible at the time.
Nav had grown up with a set of tools in her hand and a burning desire to learn. She had always looked up, being shorter than most of her family, and one day noticed the stars above them all. Her desires had never stopped, and she began building transports, as well as tweaking their vehicles for superior power and of course, peak efficiency. By the time she was 15, she had restored her great-great-grandfather's Mustang, replacing the old fuel-burning engine with a much-improved power source. She had developed a few innovative techniques for making do when nothing else was available, especially when her parents grounded her for her antics during regular school.
It had become apparent by the time she was ready to choose a career, that a life led without challenge and adventure could not keep her out of the trouble they saw in her future. Nav was enrolled into Starfleet Academy and was accepted with her high grades and mechanical aptitude. She had been identified as a perfect candidate for Engineering school, and was put through the rigorous curriculum developed to separate the wheat from the chaff. She rose to the challenge and managed to carve out a
place for herself within the field.
Never satisfied with only one focus, Nav soon expanded her interests to include weapons, tai chi, writing and singing. Weapons were for protection, tai chi for focus and discipline, and the writing and singing were creative outlets. But for her, Engineering was never a chore; she loved working with her hands, getting in amidst the gears, discovering new ways to use old tech, and generally getting dirty. She never shied away from a problem, and although she might not be able to perform miracles, she would do her damnedest to look like she had.
After graduating from Starfleet Academy with honours, she requested duty aboard the USS Legacy. Her enthusiasm and confidence should more than make up for her lack of experience on a starship. But she's not afraid of learning, and will help where she can. She is proud of her accomplishments, and only regrets that her family is no longer with her to share in them.
She is outgoing, but doesn't discuss her family at all. She takes the anniversary of their death as a personal day, but the rest of the time is very involved in her work. She is driven and has ambitions for command ultimately, but is happy to start at the bottom and work her way up. After all, she is only an Ensign.
For now.
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REAL NAME: Stuart Collis
RACE: Human
GENDER: Female
AGE: 30
DATE OF BIRTH: June 12, 2231
PLACE OF BIRTH: Ann Arbor, Michigan
RANK: Captain
MARITAL STATUS: Single
HEIGHT: 6’0â€
WEIGHT: 150 lbs.
HAIR COLOR: Blonde (long, wavy hair, usually left down)
EYE COLOR: Hazel, mood ring eyes (The lighter the color, the happier she is. Brown is a serious warning.)
LANGUAGES: English, Spanish, Vulcan, Klingon
EDUCATION/QUALIFICATIONS: Majors in Advanced Theoretical Physics and Astrophysics
SERVICE RECORD:
2261 – Assigned as Captain of USS Legacy
2260 - Transfer to USS Defiant (Mayflower Class Starship) as First Officer
2259 - First Officer on Science Vessel, USS Helin
2258 - Promoted to Commander at Starfleet Academy’s Command School
2257 - Field Promotion to Lieutenant Commander
2256 - Transferred to USS Mayflower (Mayflower Class Starship) - Promoted to First Lieutenant
2255 - Promoted to Lieutenant
2254 - Transferred to USS Newton (Newton Class Starship) due to her Admonishment
2253 - Promoted to Lieutenant Junior Grade
2252 - Assigned as Ensign on Science Vessel, USS Copernicus
Decorations: Awarded Star Cross in 2257
Reprimands: Admonished for conduct unbecoming to an officer when she was caught in a compromising
position with a fellow officer in a turbolift. (Apparently the quickie was not quick enough.
)FAMILY:
Mother – Diane Bethany Jackson
Father – Benjamin Davis Jackson
Older Brother – Miles Edward Jackson born September 19, 2225
Sister-in-law - Lillian Mallory Jackson
Older Sister – Margaret Ellen Garrett born April 20, 2228
Brother-in-law – Wesley Arthur Garrett
LIKES: Exploration, adventure, classical literature, learning, anything scientific, and people, Marc Jacobs Daisy perfume
DISLIKES: Liars, bugs (especially if they are crawling anywhere near her), and being static. She nearly
fears boredom.
LIMITATIONS: Overly forgiving, overly open, does not like being alone, and generally does not know
when someone is interested in her as something more than a friend.
STRENGTHS: Cindy is a rather genuine person and is able to engender trust very easily. She is
extremely loyal to her friends and is a good listener. She is a hard worker, persistent and not given to
quitting.
QUIRKS: Cindy generally lacks any sense of caution when she’s intrigued, curious or otherwise
interested in something. She is the true story of “Curiosity killed the cat.†She will do just about anything
once. Cindy is extremely friendly and flirty; however, she does this without trying and is generally
clueless that she may be enticing someone when she is just being her playful self. Cindy also tends to be
extremely casual, even in situations where she should be more professional. For example, she prefers
not to be called by rank, but rather by her nickname, Cindy.
FAVORITE OR DEFINING QUOTES:
“Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all.†– Helen Keller, “The Open Doorâ€
“Don't be too timid and squeamish about your actions. All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better.†- Ralph Waldo Emerson
“A ship is always safe at the shore - but that is NOT what it is built for.†– Albert Einstein
“Very few recognize science as the high adventure it really is, the wildest of all explorations ever taken by human beings, the chance to glimpse things never seen before, the shrewdest maneuver for discovering how the world works.†– Lewis Thomas
HOBBIES/INTERESTS: Classical literature, people, psychology, bowling, romance novels (only after her heart has been broken), horror holovids, golf, basketball, volleyball, and football (soccer, not the American football - though she will watch the latter, enjoying the tight pants on the men)
AMBITIONS: To continue exploring the universe and making numerous discoveries. She has no desire
to take a desk job as she perceives that would limit her ability for adventure.
MEDICAL PROFILE: Cindy has had broken bones in the past but have not had any major illnesses or
medical problems.
CHARACTER HISTORY:
Cindy was accepted into Starfleet Academy when she was 17 years old much to her mother’s chagrin.
Cindy’s mother much rather would have liked to see Cindy in a profession that would keep her close to
home so that she could meet a proper young man with which to settle down. Cindy, however, was a restless spirit. She wanted to see the stars. She wanted to meet new people and see new places.
Despite her mother’s misgivings she enrolled and showed an aptitude in astrosciences, stellar cartography, and interspecies ethics. Unfortunately, despite her logical mind when it came to the
sciences, she had a great deal of difficulty with tactical analysis, which she deemed boring. To Cindy,
tactical analysis was nothing more than memorization. It had little application. After all, who cared what
some ancient commander did? It was not applicable to the expressed mission of Starfleet to seek out
new places and boldly go where no one has gone before. Despite this, she passed the class and graduated with honors from the Academy in 2252.
She immediately was assigned to the USS Copernicus, a science vessel. Life on the Copernicus was exciting at first to Cindy. However, after being promoted to a Junior Grade Lieutenant, she started getting bored. The routine was the same day after day and she felt as if she was not getting to do enough exciting work.
Excitement soon came in the form of a rather attractive Lieutenant Mark Craig. He was tall, at six foot six inches tall and had deep dark brown eyes that she got lost in. Not to mention he had a tight butt and was simply scrumptious. When Mark was near, every part of her felt alive. Mark realized the level of his power over Cindy and made full use of it, daring her to do more and more dangerous things until it all came crashing down over both of them when both were caught in a turbolift in a rather compromising state out of proper uniform.
Cindy was quickly admonished and transferred to the USS Newton where she started working with a new resolve. Her head cleared of Mark, she once again started to perform her duties at a high level and was rewarded with a promotion to Lieutenant. However, Newton class starships were small and Cindy had greater ambitions so she transferred to the Mayflower class flagship, the USS Mayflower’s science department.
On the Mayflower, Cindy was promoted to Assistant Chief of Science and First Lieutenant. With these credentials in place, she started her application process to the Command School. Before, she could get to Starfleet Command for said training, the Mayflower was sent to study a dark matter nebula. Her commanding officer took a shuttlecraft deep inside the nebula and it was instantly destroyed by one of many ion storms. The Mayflower also was severely damaged by the ion storm.
Cindy was immediately given a field promotion to Chief Science officer and Lieutenant Commander. Sensors now blind due to the ion storm, Cindy, with the help of Engineering, developed the first ion pod (which is now standard on Constitution class starships) to take readings on the storm and assist the Mayflower to navigate safely out of the ion storm field. It, like all ion pods, had to be manually manned in a rather cramped compartment and Cindy personally accepted the responsibility for this task.
When the Mayflower reached Starfleet, she officially was promoted to Commander and headed to command school. When Nero attacked and destroyed Vulcan, she was at the school. She was crestfallen to hear that her old ships, Mayflower and Newton were destroyed in the defense of Vulcan and sank into a rare depression causing her grades to fall, especially in her notoriously weak area: tactics.
Thankfully, her teacher, Commander Phil Wilson, a young man himself, was there to help. After a particularly bad test, Cindy approached Phil about helping her so she could get to the next level. He agreed and Cindy started to spend a great deal of time with him.
Initially, Cindy was not sure how to talk to Phil because he was rather prim and proper whereas she was a lot more informal and free. Without thinking, she started acting true to her normal self with him. She almost immediately started calling him Phil rather than “sir†in private. Phil relented after a bit, much to her relief.
Despite the fact that Phil was not her teacher for anything other than tactics, she often found herself with him. They discussed a great many topics and Cindy found she had great affinity for the stuffy bugger. As they grew closer, she began to inquire more about his injuries and why he was teaching at such a young age. Unfortunately, as long as she was a student, he would not relent and tell her the story. Worse, when Cindy became curious, she found that the story was classified!
Graduation soon came and she was informed that she would be assigned as the First Officer on Helin. Phil was the first to congratulate her. He did not even wait for the graduation ceremonies. He merely came up to her shortly after she received her notice and handed her a PADD stating, “You now have the clearance to see this.†He politely but without emotion congratulated her on her achievement, saluted her, and then left.
Cindy was torn between curiosity and Phil’s unusual, even for him, stiff behavior. Cindy was certain that Phil knew that her curiosity would win and as expected, it did. She watched his encounter with the Kzinti, the mauling of his leg, and his challenge of the Kzinti when he had only a choice of dying or fighting. He really had no choice. He defeated the Kzinti despite his obvious pain and then… <<REDACTED - only accessible to officers of rank Captain and above>>
Cindy watched the rest, wondering why he blamed himself for this incident. He made the right choices. He saved his crew. He got them assistance. So why would he hide this? He deserved the medals!
Cindy tried to reach Phil at her graduation but somehow he always managed to duck away or distract other people into her, knowing that she would be obligated to talk to them. After the party, she still tried to reach him but somehow he was always away. Phil did not answer her until she was gone on the Helin and even then, Cindy suspect it was because Phil figured out that she would not stop calling until he talked to her.
Cindy tried to reassure Phil that he made all the right choices. That he did everything anyone could have expected in that situation. However, Phil disagreed. Only through more conversation did Cindy realize that he believed that the Kzinti actually beat him when in fact the opposite was true. She gave him a curt look and in a rare display of anger mixed with affection stated that if he did not get his head out of his ass, then the Kzinti really did defeat him.
Eventually Phil started to perk up, at least for him and Cindy kept in touch with him throughout her assignment to the Defiant. She knew that he would be his first officer one day. He was the only person that she knew that she could trust to out think her opponents where she might rush into action. So, when she was offered the Legacy, it was no surprise to her, but seemed to be one to Phil, that he would be selected as her First Officer.
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