Futuristic Open Skies - Crew Registry

[Sizniche]

CREW DATABASE FILE: CPT. TALIA WARD

Name: Captain Talia Ward
Position: Captain of the UOSSV
D.O.B.: Jun 08, 3143
Sex: Female
Weight: 180 lbs
Height: 6' 0"
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Gray
Ethnicity: Caucasian

Known History:

Born deep in the Inner Frontier, the region of space just barely properly policed by the United Orion Systems, Talia Ward is the daughter of a mining foreman and a female law enforcement officer in a mining colony, with an older sister and two younger brothers. With her homeworld, Ichorum, having no atmosphere or organic compounds of any kind, things as omnipresent as food and water were scarce, and as such, were rationed carefully in the fairly-sized colony of 500. Life was austere in Talia's family, but her parents always made sure that she and her siblings would be able to eat. She was far from sheltered from the troubles of her family, however, and left her institutionalized education in the colony to begin work in the mines at age fifteen along with her brothers to supplement the income of the family. It was brutal work, but it paid, and that's all that mattered on Ichorum. Her sister also married out to another miner to ease the burden on the family around this time, but, in spite of all of this, their standard of living hardly increased. That is, of course, until the mine struck gold.

Gold, although leaps and bounds less valuable than it was a thousand years ago, was still a highly sought after, necessary resource in the creation of computer components and advanced superconductors, both of which were essential to making warp travel possible. In other words, the backbone of the United Orion Systems could not exist without gold. For a period of six months, the colonists of Ichorum experienced a quite literal golden age, where the residents lived relatively comfortable lives. However, nothing lasts forever. Raiders caught on to the profitable nature of Ichorum's mines, and attacked the planet mercilessly for months. Angered by the destruction of her home colony and wanting to protect her family's way of life, Talia lied about her age to join the military--a relatively easy feat, considering children born in the inner colonies are among the worst documented citizens in all of the Arm of Orion.

Hundreds of Ichorum civilians died in the raids, including Talia's youngest brother, and because of the small population of the colony, every colonist dead was a major loss. The United Orion Systems Navy fought to protect the colony, but only just barely; they considered it a "Low Priority Celestial Body", which is admittedly more than most raided planets get, thanks to that gold mining. The fighting came to an end when Talia turned 18, and due to the raids, the United Orion Systems declared the star Ichorum orbited "lost to lawlessness", and was thus deemed part of the Outer Frontier, outside of their jurisdiction. Ichorum was evacuated, with the residents being scattered to the wind; her family fragmented and each member left for a different home, save for her mother, who went missing entirely. She never saw any of them again.

The next 30 years of her life would be spent fighting the UOS's battles for them, training recruits, putting out rebellions, and fighting off opportunistic raiders, and through all of it, she was consumed by guilt, believing she could have done better, that they all could have done better, and Ichorum would still be inhabited my faithful citizens of Orion. The depression derived from losing her home and blaming herself combined with the high stress environment of the military caused her to age prematurely, her hair graying and her once youthful energy lost. After only 30 years, at only age 48, she was already ready to retire, but the UOS didn't want such a seasoned veteran to go to waste so quickly. The UOS offered her a deal; she would use her experience to lead a repair vessel running a loop in the Inner Frontier for five years, collecting bounties from the government for rescuing stranded spacefarers, repairing colonial equipment, and patching the hulls of government vessels. After the five years were up, and a certain bounty limit had been met, the government ship would be converted to a Registered Space Vessel that she could either live in or sell to buy a home, and she would collect a military retirement pension. She agreed, and thus began the adventure of the UOSSV Francisco.

Psychological Evaluation:

The Psychological Evaluation presented here was administered by Dr. Edmund Laoski of Urisburg Station:

"Talia is certainly a case study of a person.

When she first walked into my office and asked me to administer the evaluation for paperwork purposes, I could tell by her plain but efficient walk that she was someone with no time or need for pleasantries, but instead acted with, and only with, purpose. Her stature, quite impressive as far as women go, along with her demeanor and nigh-permanent scowl, give her an intimidating prescence, even when she isn't necessarily trying. Fitting, considering that I learned later from speaking to her peers during the witness testimonials that she used to be a drill sergeant during the better part of her military career. I've since heard from people that know her that her voice has an exceptional ability to carry, and, while she never raised her voice during her evaluation, I could tell by the way she spoke that she was holding back her voice, trying to avoid speaking at a more accustomed level of volume for the sake of etiquette. I still wonder what it would have been like for her to speak as loud as she could in that little office, but, restrospectively, I'm glad she didn't.

She had a general personality I could only describe as 'soldier default'; it was easy to see that she had been through basic training and been through it in a bad way, and then some. While I've long discarded the notion that every single person is unique in their own special way, what I've seen boot camp do to people takes uniformality to an entirely new level; it is designed to break people down and put them back together in the form the navy needs, which is that of a soldier. According to her peers, she is as quick to follow orders from above as she is to give to those below. She is extremely focused, attentive, never once interrupted me, and is quick to respond to being prompted in conversation. Most importantly to the military, however, is that she can easily maintain an image of calm under fire. It's clear that she experiences great stress and anxiety from her work; a surface level probing told as much. Through it all, however, she creates the facade of a person with no fear, as if she knows first hand the danger of showing fear, whether that danger be to her or her fellow brothers and sisters in arms.

However, while boot camp may have broken her psyche down, it was still built back up with the same pieces. Every now and then, smatterings of personality flashed through during our conversation. She definitely has a tinge of sharp wit, occasionally cracking wise when the moment is opportune, with a dry and rather dark sense of humor. These jokes were the only time during the conversation she really smiled, and even then you can tell it was bittersweet; that she was using the humor to cope with something in the past. She also seemed to have a taste for ancient literature, having quoted several books from the 19th and 20th centuries in our conversation whenever it fit. When asked, she said it was what kept her entertained in her youth, when her family couldn't afford much more. Her most notable remaining trait, however, which in spite of, or possibly even because of the military, was her extremely aggressively defensive attitude throughout the whole evaluation. When I would ask her an uncomfortable question, she would snap back at me with another question. When I made suggestions about her potential issue with stress management, she belittled me for presuming to understand her situation in spite of the fact that trying to understand her situation, at least mentally, was my job. It wasn't the hardest evaluation I've ever done, as she definitely wears her heart on her sleeve and was very easy to deconstruct, but throughout the examination, whenever it started to get too intrusive for her tastes, she became confrontational and impatient.

My final verdict is that, while I will say she is most likely fit for duty, her constant stress and anger issues should be monitored closely to insure it doesn't interfere with her work."

Checked Items: One UOS uniform, one set of service vessel credentials, one service revolver.
Additional Information: Not Applicable.
Captain's Notes: <This section is left intentionally blank.>

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[Shindoku]

CREW DATABASE FILE: Grant Kinon (Formerly SGT Grant Kinon)

Name:
Grant "Sleeper" Kinon
Position: Pilot
D.O.B.:
Oct/12/3162
Sex: Male
Weight: 220
Height: 5'10
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Black
Ethnicity:
Caucasian/Asian
Known History: Born on a desert planet, Grant grew up fighting, constantly getting into fights with his peers as he grew up he quickly figured out several things, in a fight, size can be a disadvantage, agility tends to trump strength, and he had balls of steel. When he turned 18 he applied to the Navy hoping to find his place in the universe, he signed up to be a pilot and quickly learned that he had a long way to go, years of rigorous training pass, then he had his first mission, attacking a rebel base on some backwater planet. What they weren't expecting was the rebels to outnumber them 2-1, nearly his entire squad was wiped out, but due to his quick thinking he managed to accomplish his mission to destroy the main base. This mission is where he confirmed his first kills, after several years of service he got the title of an ace, his record of kills being 138 confirmed, 290 unconfirmed and *@!& unlisted during operation {Classified under class 5 locks}. His last mission ended successfully when him and his squadron eliminated a pirate controlled orbital station, ordered to scuttle it they eliminated the thrusters, allowing it to crash into the planet. Grant didn't know that the planet wasn't uninhabited as he was told, going against direct orders from his commanding officers he rammed his ship into the falling station forcing it off a collision course with a small settlement, crashing in the process. Grant was recovered quickly and sent to court where they revoked his Naval rank, he luckily retained his license which has let him survive on side jobs. When one of his old commanding officers asked him to join on some form of expedition and will providing a ship, he gladly accepted without hesitation.

Psychological Evaluation: Grant Kinon is a confident individual, he is quick to act in dire situations and is proud of his improvisational skills, but due to this he has a habit of not considering the consequences that could befall him. While he seems troubled about his past in the navy it seems to be that he has taken to trying to figure out what he could have done differently. Grant has a habit of acting alone, which isn't always a bad thing, it has saved him and his allies on multiple occasions as not many can keep up with his actions.

Grant is very social, enjoying getting to know those he deems friends on a more personal level. For reasons pertaining to his past as a fighter squadron leader, he wants to know he can trust the man or woman behind him. He does come off pushy at times, and can irritate those that are less social, but he will always try to break the ice with a smile. Grant can be quite sarcastic at times, while he will follow orders he may poke fun at certain aspects of them, and again, this can cause irritation in some.

Finally Grant tends to be more laid back, satisfied by doing very little. While he isn't afraid to get serious, he tends to be a bit lazy until he is needed, shirking basic duties such as chores. He has been known to fall asleep while not actively piloting a ship, this has gotten him reprimanded by several of his old commanding officers (including Talia). These occurrences got him the nickname of Sleeper from his old squadron, which he has taken in stride and accepted it as part of himself. But when push comes to shove, he was, and is still one of the top pilots in the known galaxy.
Checked Items:
2 civilian grade sidearms
Clothing items (Jackets, shirts, pants, boots, etc
Identification cards (ID, License, passport
A small robot made to assist in minor control panel repairs
Additional Information: Not applicable
Captain's Notes: <This section is left intentionally blank.>

 

[Elernia]

CREW DATABASE FILE: ASTRID BANDERCOLT

Name: Astrid Bandercolt
Position: Astronautical Engineer
D.O.B.: Jan 3rd, 3157
Sex: Female
Weight: 150 lbs
Height: 5’8’’
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Dark brown
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Known History:

Astrid is a born and bred criminal, and has since infanthood lived aboard a pirate vessel, Neptune’s Sun, plundering the Inner Frontiers. Her father was second-in-command aboard the ship and her mother was a medic working for the crew. Although children were at first prohibited for logistical purposes, her father made a promise to the captain to turn her into a loyal and useful crew member by showing her the ropes around the vessel. Astrid’s childhood was mostly a happy one, filled with excitement as she would run around the ragtag vessel, make friends with the crew and learn from a very young age how to maintain a spaceship and keep it running. As she grew older, she was immediately taken as an apprentice by the ship’s main astronautical engineer and worked hard day and night. At first she acted as mere support for the crew and was never, under any circumstances, allowed to participate in raids and the like. When she grew old enough and had learned to hold a gun from her father, as well as how to treat minor wounds from her mother, she was ready to go in just like the rest of the crew.

During Astrid’s very first raid, she was but twenty years old. The crew ransacked a small colony of the Inner Frontiers, stealing whatever valuables they could find. Most would go to maintaining and upgrading the ship, as well as paying the crew, but others would be sold to black market customers. However, an unfortunate event during her first raid shook the Neptune’s Sun to its core. In a desperate struggle, the captain himself had perished, leaving Astrid’s father to be the next in line to take up his position. This transition of power did not go smoothly, as pirates are often opportunistic and seeking only to advance their own positions. Astrid’s father became a prime target for assassination and mutiny, and one man aboard the vessel did go as far as trying to plot his murder. Astrid caught the man in the act, just a moment after he had planted a bullet into his father’s chest, and she reacted by killing the traitor in turn. That night, she wept by her father’s body, while her mother did her best to try and save him, but in vain.

The crew voted in a new captain, a man who Astrid despises to this day, and the only person in the world that can make her blood simmer. This new captain did his everything to ensure Astrid and her mother were most unwelcome aboard the ship, from handing them unfair shares from raids or even excluding them from some of their plundering. Astrid was condemned to working as a mere mechanic for the ship, enduring the captain’s unfair treatment for years thanks to her mother’s support, silently plotting the man’s demise with a smile on her face. On one opportune night, as the drunken captain found her in the ship’s engine room finishing up some upgrades and attempted a clumsy advance on her, Astrid drove a screwdriver into his stomach and killed him. The next morning she announced she was now in charge of the Neptune’s Sun and threw the body of the former captain in front of her crew to make a point. If anyone should resist her, they would have hell to pay. Her mother was proud of her.

And so, at age thirty, she became the captain. Her glory lasted for three years, as she struck fear into the hearts of the Inner Frontier’s colonies. She killed, stole and drank greedily, as some form of vengeance against the former captain who had pushed her down for so long. But she soon got cocky, and with that her raids became sloppy. Her crew moved too far inwards, towards the Official Territory where police forces finally caught her and her crew for good. Astrid was separated from her mother that day, dragged into a high security labor prison where she was put to work on fixing vessels while serving for her heinous crimes. Her talent in mechanics made her a valuable asset, despite the personnel and the detectives despising her for her attitude and her deeds.

Everything changed two years after serving. Astrid had imagined she would be spending the rest of her time in that prison, working day in and day out, gossiping with the inmates and intimidating those who had a problem with her. But someone, up in the hierarchy, some judge or detective or lawyer, whoever it had been, decided she was too valuable in her skills to be locked up. They had a job just perfect for her, under some military madam that would whip her back into shape. Astrid wasn’t exactly looking forward to it, but she figured it was better than sitting in a prison cell the rest of eternity, and took the deal. She would work and be closely monitored aboard the UOSSV Francisco, and if she emerged with good records after five years, someone very high up had promised to erase her record, give her a new opportunity working a reputable job fixing ships deep in the Homeworld Cluster. All she had to do was behave, no shenanigans, no dead bodies, just stellar work under Captain Talia Ward, and she’d have her pardon.

And she agreed.

Psychological Evaluation:

Evaluation administered by chief detective’s assistant and criminal psychologist Heather Waltz:

“Miss Bandercolt represents a typical flavor of criminal mindset, seeming aloof and uncaring of the etiquette and social norms around her. When she walked into my office for this evaluation, she sat down without a handshake, plopped her dirty boots on my desk and began to lit up a cigarette. Then, after taking her first hit, she crossed her arms and looked at me with such nonchalance that one could have imagined she had just merely walked into a pit stop bar to grab herself a whiskey soda after a long day of hard work. Finally, she arched a brow of hers and with a smile that many prison guards often described to me as a tell-tale sign of her being up to good, she asked: ‘Well, Doc, aren’t you going to analyze my brain now or something? I ain’t got all day.’ Within five minutes of her arriving to this evaluation, she had made it clear this was no more important to her than some mundane task like taking a shower or having breakfast. Her way of entering every room and capturing the moment as though she was the owner of the place proves in my books that she is at first glance an extremely arrogant jester who thinks she owns the place and the people in it for her little mind games.

Upon further inquiry, Miss Bandercolt begins to express a flamboyant, at-ease kind of straightforward charisma that is often present in dangerous criminals. Throughout our discussion she had the slightest of cat-like smiles, and without concern for my comfort blew smoke on my face and tapped her cigarette ashes on top of some important documents I had laying on my table, or even on the carpet of my floor. And yet, although I was aware of these rude trespasses, Miss Bandercolt’s speech on her past is so captivating one hardly has the time to pay more attention. I suspect she takes care to ensure every flowery word is equipped to fit the conversation partner. She is at once rubbing elbows with you, feigning camaraderie by making sharp remarks and witty jokes about my family pictures on my desk, some painting I had on the wall or even comment on my hair style. She believes herself to be the orchestrator of each social interaction, leading her partner into a dance and smoothly stepping on their toes while making them apologize to her. It is truly quite alarming how she can get away with this without batting an eye, and still walk out with her spine straight and her chin high and her lips curved into that vile smile.

Still, she is no fool. Miss Bandercolt has intelligent eyes, and she is very calculative in her approach. One would expect as much in her line of work. As I asked her about fixing up ships, her demeanor shifted rather interestingly. A much more callous part of her emerged and she began to explain to me in great detail, hands waving and motioning while her cigarette hung between her lips, how she had fixed up some impressive vessels in the past and learned from the best. I’m confident with a little routine in her life, she can be a hardworking, dedicated person, but so long as she remains idle she creeps back into her cunning shell and struts around winning people’s hearts and wrapping them around her finger. I have no doubt she can be a charming friend to have, for she is a popular inmate. Some tremble at the thought of her, suggesting that she can be quite ruthless if given a reason to, and I would assume she doesn’t take kindly to those who cross paths with her in the wrong way. But it does seem to take much to anger Miss Bandercolt, for if she has decided she will give you her charismatic chuckles and her cat like saunter, she won’t bat an eye to rude remarks. In fact, she almost seems to relish in them.

Despite her background as a criminal, I have confidence she will do well aboard the UOSSV Francisco. I was informed of the captain’s military background and believe such organization and sternness will do good to Miss Bandercolt during her parole, perhaps even put her back into shape and turn her into a proper member of society.”

Checked Items: The following items have been certified by Tokyo Light Skyport Authorities to be safe, and were checked for smuggling of any additional weapons/other harmful objects or substances that may compromise the mission. Items include: one toolbox for repair purposes, one personalized revolver, various clothing items, one identification card, a lighter and a dozen boxes of cigarettes.

Additional Information: UOS authorities encourage the Captain and her crew to remain vigilant around crew member Bandercolt and report any suspicious activity as soon as logistically possible.

Captain's Notes: Ah, Christ, not one of these. HQ is going to have hell to pay once my loop is done.

 

[Blu]

CREW DATABASE FILE: OFFICER ROLAND ROYCE

Name: Roland K. Royce
Position: Security Officer
D.O.B.: April 16, 3157
Sex: Male
Weight: 189 lbs. (86 kg)
Height: 6'02" (188 cm)
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Ethnicity: Caucasian

Known History:

The son of a small-time criminal by the name of Waylon Royce, Roland was born on the small, colonized moon of Orisian—a mostly rural colony deeply entrenched in crime and piracy as it sits on the edge of the Orion Spur and the Inner Frontier. His father was a hard man but not particularly bright when it comes to his criminal career, often finding himself in-and-out of prison. When he was home, he treated Roland more like a soldier under his watch than his own child; something he picked up from his stint in the Navy. Roland found solace in his mother and her lived-in friend who he would affectionately referred to as "Aunt Judy." Roland's mother passed away from cancer when he was barely ten years old, and his father married Aunt Judy some years after.

Judy was always kind and caring to him so Roland looked to her as both a mother and father figure while sowing seeds of hatred and resentment against his father. At the age of 18, Roland, like many of the boys his age, dug for gold to fuel the UOS' military campaigns. But not content to mine in a backwater shithole such as Orisian, Roland joined up with the UOS Navy. In a few short years, he managed to procure a stellar service record and was well-respected by both peers and authority figures. Problem is: he hated fighting the UOS' wars. Oftentimes, civilians were caught in the crossfire and that never sat right with him. He told his Aunt Judy about his struggles and she did something for him that would change his life forever: she used her life savings to fund his education.

This selfless act saved his life, as Roland puts it. He joined a UOS military college and worked for the military police for a couple of years before transferring to a real college on Earth and finishing his education in criminal justice. This would catapult him into his career as a UOS Federal Officer—a role well-above local law enforcement as their authority extends as far as the UOS' reaches. Roland's department had a focus on fugitive capture, federal protection, and monetary-related crimes. Since he worked as military police some years prior, he excelled in fugitive capture. Unfortunately, his trigger-happy sensibilities against criminals did manage to earn him the record of most shootings in his department. Something the brass doesn't look too fondly upon as they tend to want the criminal alive for trial.

During his long and extensive career, Roland married a woman by the name of Olivia Spetsmann. Her worry for his personal safety forced him to transfer from being a field agent to a firearms instructor at the Federal Officers Academy. The only danger of being shot there is if one of the recruits got too eager with a gun. Now Roland was always gifted with a firearm so he adjusted well to his new career. In those three years as a firearms instructor, he taught himself how to quickdraw like in those old Western movies, and it'd be an understatement to say he's fast. It's become a legend in the criminal underworld in regards to how he would draw down on the lowlifes stupid enough to pull on him.

Eventually, struggles at home caused Roland and Olivia to separate although on good terms. It's been about six or seven years since then and Roland has only further his skills as a lawman. He never wanted a promotion however as he prefers dealing with crime on an intimate level. At one point in his life, he transferred to a branch near Orisian, his home world. There, he would work on an assignment with his deadbeat dad as a criminal informant. Sometime later, Roland discovered his father was actually informing on Roland's office to his criminal bosses. His father's bosses wanted Roland to be kidnapped and killed; his father would do the kidnapping part. Roland, never a trusting person when it comes to criminals, saw it coming, shot his father in the chest to incapacitate him, and sent him back to prison where he can rot. Finally, with his team, he brought down that particular criminal empire in a matter of days after. His father would be killed in prison a few days after that, never having seen Roland for a final time.

Fast forward to the present, controversy surrounds Roland due to an assignment gone awry. A high-profile mob lieutenant lies dead in a chair at his favorite restaurant, five holes in his chest. Witnesses say Roland walked in on his lunch, spoke to him briefly, then shot him dead; a gun was found in the dead man's hand. Roland said he pulled on him. And while his captain trusts him, Roland's history of frequently shooting criminals and the fact that the man was supposed to testify against a very powerful mob boss has caused quite a stir with the higher-ups. As "punishment" for his failure in the job, Roland has been put on an assignment as a Security Officer for the UOSSV Francisco under the command of Captain Talia Ward for the next five years. Contemplating his future over a glass of bourbon in a dingy motel, Roland waits for his new assignment.

Psychological Evaluation:

UOS Federal Officer Psychological Evaluation [Date: 11-29-3192]:

Conducted by Dr. Will Grammars

1st Officer, Roland K. Royce, entered the room with a scowl on his face. He was clearly unhappy with his new assignment. Officer Royce sat down, a slight lean on the chair, and placed one leg over the other. We exchanged brief pleasantries and I proceeded with my questions. I began with some personal questions in an attempt to make the atmosphere more hospitable. Royce answered with brief responses, just enough to get the listener interested but not revealing much beyond surface-level details. He speaks with a measured Southern drawl, as if every word has weight to it. He comes off as very charming, cool, and confident—effortlessly so I might add.

But by the fourth personal question, Royce cut me off and very bluntly told me to get to the questions I was paid to ask. I responded by asking about the sudden change in his temperament. His former scowl now replaced by a sly smile, he responds with, and I quote, "Well I figured it was about time we cut through the bullshit." And so I did. I asked about why he joined the Federal Officers and he explained his father was the inspiration: in that his father was a criminal who's made nothing but bad decisions in all of his "long and pathetic" life, and so Royce wanted to avoid going down that road.

I was surprised. The majority of people would shy away from sharing such a personal detail but Royce made it clear he had no qualms about telling the truth in this particular matter. I asked him about his views on criminals in general. He told me he wouldn't be of much use as a Federal Officer if he liked them. As he is speaking, I noticed he would throw in an occasional sardonic joke or remark here and there, usually at the expense of criminals. His views on them are very much black and white: he's the lawman coming for the outlaw, and that's all the relationship will ever amount to.

I asked if he thinks criminals can change their way. He tells me he thinks criminals think, maybe even believe, they want to change but, as to whether they will, he doesn't believe so. The role his father played in shaping him is obvious. He has built himself and his life to be the very antithesis of his father. Driving him seems to be an extremely deep-seated anger and a profound sense of resentment hiding beneath a smooth, charismatic persona.

Moving on, I asked about his tendency to shoot suspects; after all, his shooting record is the highest in his department. He jokes that it may be due to the way he looks: cowboy hat and all. That it somehow gives criminals the impression that it could be fun to draw on him. "Not so fun when they're lying on the ground bleeding." I mention to him that on some occasions, he seemed to be the one doing the provoking. He shrugged it off and said sometimes he got tired of waiting. It seems he has a very old-fashioned, cavalier attitude when it comes to law enforcement. For obvious reasons, not a recommended trait to have as a Federal Officer.

Nearing the end of our session, I asked him about his recent shooting of the mob lieutenant. He simply stated that the man pulled and he put him down. I attempted to pry deeper but Royce maintained his story. Finally, I asked about the shooting of his father at his own hands, namely how he feels about it. His response, and I quote, "I don't think about it. He was gonna hand me over to his boss. It was either him or me." So I then asked at which point did he discovered his father had betrayed him on that assignment. His response, and I quote: "Well... I guess I've always known." End of interview.

Subject seems fit for duty. His fantastic service record says as much despite his tendency to be rather itchy on the trigger. No lack of respect toward authority but seems to play a bit fast-and-loose with rules, especially if they prevent him from performing his job adequately.

Checked Items:

• Plain civilian clothes
• UOS Federal Officer Badge
• Security Clearance Badge
• Civilian Identifications
• UOSFO-issued 9mm Semi-Auto Pistol
• Civilian-registered .22 Pistol
• UOSFO-issued 12 Gauge Tactical Shotgun

Additional Information: Not applicable at this time.
Captain's Notes: <This section is left intentionally blank.>

 

[Teh Frixz]

CREW DATABASE FILE: Astronautical Engineer Chert Reese

Name: Chert ‘Skyrt’ Reese

D.O.B.: 3164 (28 Years old)

Sex: Female

Position: Astronautical Engineer (Second)

Weight: 145lbs Original, 76lbs Current, 375 Augmented

Height: 5’ 9” Original , 5’ - 9’ Augmented

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Black

Ethnicity: Scrapper Nomad

Known History:

Born sometime in 2164, Our own blood testing upon application submission putting her somewhere around Sol standard mid March, Chert is part of the subset of humanity widely known as Scrapper Nomads.
At age twenty, like most nomad children, Chert was lured into a more stable environment for some time by the promise of wealth, technology and information. Naturally leaning towards Astromechanical endeavors, Chert gained a work apprenticeship as a small salary in order to cover room and board. While skilled in repair, engineering, and survivability in the void, the apprenticeship was a disaster as fitting in with the culture around her was nearly impossible. Tools, school supplies, even Hab units went missing and if someone wasn’t holding something, it was free to be taken and added to Cherts nest like horde. It was during this time that Chert began augmenting her body for work in the void of space. Undergoing limb removal and replacement at the joints, knees and shoulders, coincided with attaching essentially any sort of augmetic into her body. Including but not limited to the following...

1. (2) Aries Biosystems Leg aug
2. (1) Left arm Tyr Construction aug
3. (1) Right arm Red Jackal mobility aug
4. (1) Full set ‘The Maw’ Dental implants
5. (1) Half set Ferrous Future Cranial aug
6. (1) Full set Voidden Thoracic augs

Despite extreme adaptation to Astro work and excellent scores in her practicals, Chert was expelled from schooling but was quickly picked as a cheap engineering option by a small shipping company. Earning enough and stealing to get by, Chert did not stay with any one crew for more than a mission

Jumping from crew to crew enabled Chert to develop a sizable web of contacts and eventually grew her acumen enough to extort qualifying paperwork to apply for a much more lucrative position. While fully aware of her forged paperwork, the UOS has accepted Cherts application and is subsequently paying her below minimum wage. Oddly enough, no complaints have been heard yet in regards to this.

Psychological Evaluation:

While on the surface Chert appears to be an unmanageable, foreign, and all around hinderance to a crew, this is simply a matter of perspective. Chert is a being from a different culture yes but the values instilled in her are actually quite exploitable for the UOS.

As she was born and raised among Scrapper Nomads, her psych profile is astoundingly easy to understand.

A strong community bond with like minded individuals as long as everyone stays in their own niche. Personal boundaries almost non existent in Scrapper clans, expect humor and casualness to deal with the close quarters. A drive to accumulate wealth as a means to physically represent status and success. And a strange bond with the mechanical and artificial. A lifetime of being reliant on machinery against the instant death on the other side of the hull.

It’s all quite easy to handle and direct, just understand that issues such as personal property and personal space will arise with her but with a simple display of confidence put on by the captain and with the strength to endure her minor issues will keep Chert in place. Allowing for her considerable talents and verging on nihilistic disregard for space borne danger to become a cost effective asset for any crew.

Checked Items:

1. One set of non regulation compliant clothing
2. One set of regulation compliant clothing
3. One backpack of unknown material origin
4. One full set of screws, wrenches, and ratchets
5. Two broken com devices
6. Various sets of half disassembled implants
7. Two hundred or so analog and digital keys
8. Eight sets of various board games
9. Six nearly full boxes of unidentifiable junk
10. Three thick hand made quilts

Additional Information:

The wide collection of AstroMech equipment of Cherts has been mostly sold off, leaving only four larger sets of equipment to be stored in the hold in a disassembled state


Captain's Notes: <This section is left intentionally blank.>





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[Taj]

CREW DATABASE FILE: Casey Barnes

Name: Casey Barnes
Position: Warp Physicist; Psychologist
D.O.B.: 10JAN3159
Sex: Female
Weight: 148lb
Height: 5'9
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Dark Red
Ethnicity: Caucasian

Known History:

The sleek and polished vibe that Casey exhibits conceals a dark childhood. She was born on the lawless planet Viphius in the Inner Frontier. Her single mother, Mya Barnes, was a prostitute. Though unable to shelter Casey from the horrors of their circumstances, Mya was able to provide her daughter with a limited education and keep her out of her mother's line of work. She overdosed when Casey was 14 years old. Fortunately, the news of Mya Barnes' death reached the woman's father on a distant planet in the Homeworld Cluster. Julian Marco adopted his granddaughter and brought her to live with him on Siri, one of the most technologically advanced planets in the galaxy.
Casey had treasured what little education she could get her hands on on Viphius, and with the freedom of finances granted by her wealthy grandfather she quickly proved to be an exceptional student. Her love for understanding how the universe functioned led to a major in physics and eventually a specialization in warp mechanics. By the age of 23 she had obtained a masters degree in warp physics and two partial bachelors. By 28 she had a Ph.D in warp physics, a masters in engineering, and bachelors in psychology and computer science.
It was then that her grandfather refused to pay for additional classes, forcing her to move on with her life despite being terrified to leave her haven. Little entry level work was to be found on Siri, so Casey had no choice but to travel outward where her resume would look more impressive. She found a job repairing warp drives on injured vessels docked at a space station in the middle of the Homeworld Cluster. The station shut down two years later and Casey traveled to Earth to visit her now retired grandfather who'd wanted to spend a few years exploring his origins.
She landed a job as a researcher, exploring possibilities of improvement to current warp technology, thanks to a surprise reunion with a man whose warp drive she'd repaired less than a year previous. But it didn't take long for her to grow restless, hands itching to work with real ships rather than theories. She applied for several jobs that would have her building warp drives themselves on newly minted ships. She was accepted for some of the less desirable options, but before she could be officially hired she was approached by a man who promised her a leadership position in one of the biggest and most advanced construction companies in the galaxy on one condition. She had to spend five years on a specific engineering vessel as both a physicist and psychologist. This would catapult her up the employment ladder in a big way, despite the five year wait.
Casey accepted.

Psychological Evaluation:

"As always, evaluating an individual with a background in psychology presented me with an enjoyable challenge. However, Dr. Barnes is as much an open book as anyone beneath the layers of deception.
My first impression of her is a confident challenger. Despite having an employment history only two items long, she climbed the ranks in both locations swiftly and almost mercilessly. Clearly she's accustomed to being the smartest in the room, and expects others to respect this. Fortunately, this is at least partially balanced by her own respect for the unique accomplishments of others and a general openness. She was genuinely impressed by my own scientific contributions I shared during a short side conversation and appeared interested in furthering our relationship beyond today's evaluation. Unfortunately, her respect is primarily geared toward the intellectual. This may pose problems considering the diversity of characters present on the UOSSV Francisco.
In general, Dr. Barnes is an even-tempered individual with an electric underlying intensity. She is much attached to the luxuries of her current life, which I expect will be to the amusement of her future coworkers. She holds herself strongly in check, displaying little excitement or humor but exudes friendly professionalism. It can only be to her benefit to spend these coming years away from academic society, should she allow it.
It is clear that her childhood on Viphius continues to have a powerful impact on her attitude and decisions. Dr. Barnes openly discussed the darker portion of her past but avoided the real issues. As one would expect, she lives in fear of returning to such hopeless and demeaning circumstances, and of becoming like her mother. It would seem that she believes her mother had been capable of choosing a better life for the two of them but was too weak-minded to do so. Subconsciously, Dr. Barnes is driven to success by the fear of her past. Most interesting is her fear of outer space itself. On a deep level she associates the frontiers themselves with her dark history rather than her home planet or the surrounding region. I believe she views the five year mission as a journey that will ultimately end in the conquering of her own past.
In conclusion, I believe Dr. Barnes to be an excellent candidate for the position in question aboard the UOSSV Francisco. She possesses an ingrained stubbornness that will keep her intact out in the real world, and her professionalism will allow her to interact as needed with the vessel's crew regardless of personal problems."

-- Evaluation Submitted by Dr. Camden Moore

Checked Items:

One duffel bag of personal clothes.
One pair of old fashioned holo-glasses; corresponding tablet & voice controller.
One personal short-range communications device.
One pocket knife.
One phaser & hip holster.

Additional Information: Not applicable.

Captain's Notes: <This section is left intentionally blank.>

 

[Zerulu]

CREW DATABASE FILE: [Dr. Zvonko Z. Zillian]

Name: Zvonko Z. Zillian


Position: Mad Chemist


D.O.B.: 9APR3158


Sex: Yes, please Male


Weight: 150lbs


Height: 6'1


Eye Color: Your guess is like as good as mine.


Hair Color: Hahahahha hair lol hahahahahhahahahahahahha


Ethnicity: Caucasian

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Known History:

The eerie and vigil aura Zvonko gives off compliments his past very well. Starting off as being bred in captivity by a secret religious cult called the 'Children of The Vile,' a cult bent on scientific research and breakthrough. Through his young years, Zvonko was only allowed to communicate to the verified,'Teachers,' which would use physical abuse to set him straight if he ever dared step out of line.

Due to the various forms of abuse, or some would even call torture, Zvonko was left scarred and psychically broken, from his face being completely burnt by Acid attacks from his teachers. His throat and chest completely bruised and battered by various forms of battery. This has caused Zvonko to have to communicate through a speaker on his front, and connected to it just under is his breathing tube that is connected straight to his lungs since his throat is too damaged to support breathing.

Zvonko only ever managed to get free after a defector tipped off the local police who raided the settlement they had been bunkered down in. Arresting the ones who condoned and freeing the ones who were kept here against their own will, one of these people being Zvonko. The police aided him in being put into a therapeutic rehabilitation facility that attempted to repair his damaged mental state.

After Zvonko was cleared for public interaction he was quickly picked up by various scientific teams due to his immense knowledge and skill in the area of chemistry. Being able to conduct very complicated and high-risk procedures with little to no worry or effort put in. Even though he is praised by his colleagues he never acknowledges these compliments, instead always finding sanctuary in his work.



Psychological Evaluation:

Zvonko after being abused and treated like an animal in a slaughterhouse for a majority of his life he is understandably a very mentally broken man. His very timid and shy to new people, reserving his trust and friendship unless he is positive he won't be hurt by them. He also doesn't talk much, relying on his actions to speak more than his words, which has worked most of his life.

Zvonko is also a very big pacifist. Refusing to engage in fights or even arguments at times, he also seems to get very hostile and has a distaste for people that carry weapons, even having that distaste mixed with some fear. Zvonko is also very tone death to conversational signals, like when someone is getting angry or doesn't want to talk about something. This could lead to unnecessary discourse which would scare Zvonko off back to his lab.

Despite Zvonko's shyness, if he does manage to get a bond with another person that bond would be stronger than any chemical bonds. He would stick by their side for most waking hours, barely letting them leave his site in fear of losing them. If he did ever lose the person he shares a bond with, he would be mentally destroyed, reverting to a comatose state for days to up to weeks, refusing to talk or be productive as he is stuck in a mourning state.

Checked Items:

-A duffel bag of miscellaneous chemistry items and chemicals
-Spare suits completely same to his own, refusing to wear anything else
-Multiple emergency beacons and trackers on himself
-A few dozen communication devices in case some seem to not work

Additional Information: N/A


Captain's Notes: I really should have vetted the forms before I punched them into the database. Oh well.

 

[Jackstack]

CREW DATABASE FILE: Jethro Comtois

Name: Jethro Comtois
Position: Chemical Engineer
D.O.B.: 10Mar3154
Sex: Male
Weight: 180
Height: 5'11
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Hazel
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Known History:
Jethro was born on Earth, in the region formally known as "France" He was born on the western coast, but the exact location is unknown. Much like his birth, his history is also unknown, as he was born into an impoverished family. From what can be gathered, his father worked for a mining company on a distant meteorite. The father must have died before Jethro was born or shortly thereafter. The reason for this, records show employment up until 3154, there is no exact month. After this year, records of Jethro's father cannot be located. His mother, as records prove, lived up until 3166 when she died of a brain hemorrhage.

At this time, Jethro was about twelve years of age. There is no indication that he entered into foster care. Since he was able to get into the University of Gliese, and had a high placement score, we can assume he had further education between twelve and eighteen. During the college admission examination, he stated that he was raised by a family friend, who had home schooled him. With no records to prove that he was wither being dishonest or truthful and with the high test score, the Gliese University decided that it would be better to let him study at their institution. While at Gliese University, his grades indicate that he maintained an average GPA of 3.5, with a low being 3.2 and a high being 4.0. He has no remarks against his academic record. He is shown to be apart of two clubs, one with the "CCC" or the Collegiate Chemists Club, and the "CSAP" College Students Academic Program. The CCC participated in several events that would publish papers regarding experiments, notable members (Which Jethro was mentioned in three papers, all research oriented), and other activities associated with the chemistry field. The latter organization was a need-based financial assistance program. This program, as noted in his transcript, enabled him to have little financial difficulty. With his grades and participation in the CCC, he gained the attention of PhD, Stella Graca. She became his dissertation advisor, and he was able to publish his dissertation. After that, he earned his PhD in Chemical engineering.

With his PhD and at the age of thirty, he worked for a chemical company as a chemical research team leader. During his first year at "Fremont Advanced Chemical Incorporated" or "FACI" he met his former wife. She was a "coolant injector" engineer, records indicate that they married in the 3185 and had a set of twins two months after their marriage. Six months after their children's birth, she left Jethro and her children. There are no divorce records and no "Missing person" records, and from internal company records, Jethro had made little mention of their separation. After the separation, he continued to be employed by the FACI but it seems his team leader position had been revoked. In the company's notes, it seemed he couldn't handle the workload of a team leader. Though, with his advanced degree, the company was not willing to let go of Jethro, and with the lost of the position, he took a significant pay cut as well. He worked there until 3190, until the company went bankrupt. There was no employ pension fund, thus, a severance package was not offered to Jethro. His monetary records indicate that this put a sizable financial strain on him and his two children. With two children, and several other sources of debt, he had taken up odd jobs that related to the chemical field, such as a repair technician manual author at a local company. There, he would write repair manuals and test repair techniques for the equipment. Though, this did not monetarily suffice, and was still collecting debt. This job would alleviate the burden on him and his kids. This would enable him to move and start a new life. While he is away during the job, his children are to stay with his former wife's parents. He and his former in-laws relation ship seem to be stable. The in-laws are Melanie and Bud Ellison, Melanie was a stay-at-home mother and Bud worked as a transport inspector for the Government. Their financial records show that for a family of two, they have average income and with a two other occupants, they'd only have negligible to moderate financial change.

Psychological Evaluation:
Clinical observation: Just as one would expect from an academic, Jethro is a very calculated person. This was carried from his college career to his working career. He was noted as having a distant but forward demeanor. He is said to have an inquisitorial facial expression when being asked questions, or asking the questions himself. It is difficult to say whether it this is natural or learned. Though, when discussing subjective matter, he would ease up on his demeanor. More often than not, his enjoyment came from his children. When asked about them, he would give lengthy and complex answers about their distinctive personalities. In one of his side remarks, he mentioned something to the effect of, "It would be better for them to have a father, as I know what it's like to be without one. But this Job will get be back on my feet, and the experience may be more palatable to the higher paying positions." Being away from his children seems to have a substantial weight on his psyche.

He was asked a series of moral questions, such as "Are the needs of the many greater than the needs of the few?", "I hold other above myself" and the like. The answers that were given by Jethro seem to be typical. He responded "yes" to the first question, but explained that it shouldn't be as "cold" as the question makes it out to be. Meaning, the his morality doesn't contain a worrying amount of rigidity. His response to the second question was more typical of a father, as "I'd do anything for my kids, but if I didn't have to choose between them and someone/something else, then I'd like to think that I'd do the right thing. But I don't know, one doesn't know until they're put into that situation" verbatim.

When asked about his hobbies, he said that he always loved creating "things" He said that he got his first building block set when he was five, he said it was a charity gift. He stated that he would play and make different things when he was younger. Due to his childhood life of poverty, he wasn't able to go past the building blocks, until he went to college. Before that though, he would "Look at cement mixers and stuff like that and wonder how it worked", so he did have exposure to chemical engineering before he entered college. He said he also likes to read, and wrote many satire publications in the "CCC" paper. He said that making people laugh and chemical engineering have much in common. Both require a formula to get a reaction, whether it's explosive or rather inert.

When examining his home life before his mother's passage, he didn't have much to say on the subject. "I didn't know my father and my mother was, to avoid speaking ill of the dead, a "Free Spirit" I mean, don't get me wrong, I loved her and she's still my mother, but let's just say we were two different people. Maybe she had psychological problems that she didn't get checked out." When pressed to give examples of what their distinctions were, he described her as a "At the moment" character. She would spend money on impulse and that would leave them hungry. As he got older, he would look more and more over the money, so this would be avoided. He said that she would disappear for days on end, and come back like nothing happened. Her trips wouldn't last more than two days, and she would either return with no money or more money than when she left. He said that he doesn't have the "Courage" to ask what was going on. In the two years before she passed, he said that she began to calm down. He doesn't have an explanation as to why.

Checked Items:
-Suitcase:
-Four pairs of pants/shirts/socks/underwear (plus the clothes he's wearing)
-One pair of shoes
-Bedding
-Light Jacket
-Person
-Wallet with money, personal information, pictures, ect
-Messenger's bag
-Communication's device
-In messenger bag
-Headphones
-Copy of the two latest "CCC" publications, and one that has personal sentiment
-Professional notes, calculator, protractor, pens, and scissors

Additional Information: n/a
Captain's Notes: