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I am Mitth'raw'nuruodo or you can call be my core name, Thrawn.
I hail from a galaxy quite a distance from this one. I am Chiss and I was a Grand Admiral in the Galactic Imperial Navy under his excellency the Emperor Palpatine. I am not sure how I arrived here but I was engaged in combat in an area of space called "Wild Space". Suddenly, as my opponent's vessel erupted, a beam of light came over my ship's bridge and then there was darkness. I awoke on board a Federation vessel with no memory of how I arrived. I was sedated, examined, determined to be in good health and released into the custody of Starfleet Intelligence.
hmmm your story seems somehow familiar ...... i'd swear i read it somewhere in some copyrighted piece of fiction somewhere ..... well all but the "beam of light" part >.>
Anyhow, here is my bio:
Captain's log, Stardate 2409.29
As per Starfleet regulation, all captains, myself included, are required to maintain an official log. As such I am compelled to begin this one. As this is my first entry as captain I feel it is prudent to give background information concerning myself.
It is said that moments of utter terror stand out so strongly that the mind can not truely percieve it, and thus the moment is wiped from the mind. For me this is not true. I remember clearly, thanks to the borg collective, the moment I was assimilated. More over I remember the terror and confusion of being prematurely woken from the cryogenic tank my parents had left me in aboard the sleeper ship, the cold hand of a drone reaching for me before the borg nanites took away my individuality, and turned the fear into a curious side note upon their collective conciousness. A side note which remains as such. Just an oddity, as though it happened to someone else.
After that my "story" becomes boring and unimportant for many long years. My group thrived within the collective, assimilating new technology and races, but nothing of note. That is, nothing of note until my cube was sent into Cardassian space as a failed plan by the collective to assault the Federation on a different front. The cube I was aboard assaulted Federation space and, as usual, caused massive damage amongst the Federation fleet, and as usual, the Federation repelled the attack, in this case, by a crew that took the fool-hearty approach of assaulting the cube from the inside. Most likely out of luck, a small away team managed to force their way deep enough into the cube to randomly strike an important node, causing a massive disruption withing the transwarp stabilizers within the cube. Predictably the cube destroyed itself.
As for how I survived, that is sheer coincidence. As part of the collective I and several other drones were sent to assimilate the attackers, an assault which I began right as the Federation team was beaming off the doomed cube. Since I was in contact with one of the members I too was beamed off the cube. I would have continued the assault upon the ship had the destruction of my cube not destabilized subspace such that the borg implants connecting me to the collective ceased functioning. More over, I would not have survived even then if not for the transporter opperator's infatuation with the exploits of the intrepid class vessel named Voyager. His quick reaction to my appearance then subsequent deactivation, from what I was told, prevented the security officers I had assaulted from killing me.
My history after that point was again, unremarkable. I was bounced around from one crew to another, an oddity. After all, what do you do with a former borg drone? It was during this time period I took the name Encari, I believe it was meant as a derogatory term meaning "copy" or more losely translated "drone."
Eventually I decided to join Starfleet, mostly for a place to go for stability. After all, they turn no one away, especially in this time of war. After academy, in which I naturally made top honors, I was assigned as an ensign aboard the "Orbanis," a small, old science vessel that was barely space worthy. My "official" assignment was as an engineer in the field of warp field physics, with the task of making Federation transwarp technology more stable, and feesible, for older vessels such as the Orbanis. I spent most of my time repairing the ship and ensuring it continued to function, as the officers incharge of the research wished nothing to do with me, or my knowledge. It was during such maintinence that my "career" as a member of Starfleet truely began.
And with all such things, it began with a bang. Rather, it began with the failure of a power coupling that regulated the warp core's coolant pumps. I was in a Jefferies tube at the time, and luckily nearby to the failed power coupling. Normally this would not have been an issue of course, but as with all older ships, when one part breaks the rest commiserate, in this case, the power coupling's destruction also destroyed it's nearby redundancies and the mechanism needed to eject the quickly overheating warp core. As the crew scrambled to abandon ship, I moved to stop the destruction, not because I felt a need to save lives, but for the wish of not having to wonder where next I would be stationed. I managed at that point to bypass the faulty coupling and return function to the coolant pumps using myself as a bypass, my borg augmented limbs allowing me to handle power currents much higher then most sentient life could handle. Eventually the strain caused me to lose conciousness. According to the ship's doctor, I was lucky, considering it took several minutes for the crew to find me, let alone repair the damage enough that I was no longer needed as a "bypass." The ship's captain declared it a miracle I survived, and that I had perhaps performed the "most idiotic stunt" he had ever seen.
Not long after I was transfered to a new ship, the NCC. Entropy, and have worked my way slowly to position of captain ever since.
Greetings. I am one of three, primary command node of the USS Warspite, although I have also been known as T'Arjia of Vulcan. I am not a native of your dimention. I originate from a quantum reality with a phase variance of .226 in relation to your own.
I attended the United Species Syndicate preperation facilities 1.37 years before I was assimilated into the Borg standing forces, and held the rank of Liutenant. Having reviewed history tapes made available to me, I have determined that the Borg or your quantum reality are quite different to my own, and seem to persue an agenda of galactic wide conquest.
I arrived in your quantum reality by means of an unstable spatial rift. Whatever particles that were eminating from it must have been harmful to electronic systems, as there is no record remaining in any of the Warspite's processing nodes regarding them, or why we ended up here. But, here we are.
After an evaluation of the records of a deralict freighter on the major galactic powers, I have arrived at the conclusion that your United Federation of Planets is very similar to my United Species Syndicate and, as such, I have pledged the Warspite and it's remaining ancillery nodes to ther service of Starfleet.
So yeah, maybe it was a disappointment to both of my Mother's when I didn't join the Imperial Guard.
My half Aenar Father was proud when I was accepted into Starfleet Academy and that's good enough for me.
& if my chan Father isn't griping about my haircut or how I would look better in command red, "if I must wear those Federation garments at home" I consider it a victory.
but don't get me started on the complexities of Andorian romantic relations, or we could be here all day.
I've found a true home with the Federation and a purpose, but like a wise old rogue once said...
"Its not safe out here. Its wondrous, with treasures to satiate desires both subtle and gross. but its not for the timid"
Introduction by one time mentor scientist Jordial Faal, who was also the decendant of distinguished Betazoid scientist Lem Faal.
BlackSwan Di'Xevar is Daughter of the 7th House Betazoid.... She lived a protected and secluded life early on. Mostly due to the fact that her parents were worried because she was born with her telepathic powers...... it is then that the rumors are she has had psionic training as well... but none the less as she grew up it was clear she needed more free time and things seemed fine to her parents as far as her "powers" were concerned.
Being the daughter of diplomatic ambassadors had it's perks...... her education was paramount.....she began serious science study at a very young age....she is masterful in her craft and became enamored with space travel so she spent quite abit of time learning everything from flying to anthropologic studies including popular galactic dancing. She enjoyed the parties very much and socialite standing that came with her heritage . She's met quite a few Federation Officers thru out her travels so it was no suprise that when time came to bolt from Betazed she'd run there.......The Federation..........i'm sure they will make good use of her talent...*smirks sarcastically*
Let me back up, Betazoid tradition has children genetically bonded to a future spouse..... and this did not go well with the plans of the young formidable scientist that had it in her to do nothing but party and travel across the stars....So essentially BlackSwan has run off and joined the "Circus"! A tantrum that may change her life forever! It seems she's hooked up with a Captain of some mystery.... i think His name is Syd... but that is just a rumor not much known about Him except she's been seen with Him.
Not much was known about the Xyndaal until a colony ship entered Federation space in 2388, harboring all that was left of their people after their home world of Zirci was assimilated by the Borg. They are an adaptable, humanoid species, usually dark skinned, with colorful patterns in the center of their head/face and small dual spines on either side. Topknots are the preferred hairstyle. Average height is between 6' and 7' and their eyes are usually yellow or golden.
Since they are currently so few in number, less than 1,000, they tend to stick together as their secondary directive is to eventually relocate and repopulate their species. Prime Directive, of course, is the same as Starfleet's, being it is all they currently have.
Xeraphim entered Starfleet at an early age, having arrived as a child on the survivors colony ship. She raised in ranks at a standard pace, entering the Science field hoping to one day captain a Science vessel of her own. Her First Officer, Zaaq Vyzarth, and her sister, Vextra, graduated in the same class.
She is black skinned, with red markings and a white topknot. She has golden eyes and stands 6'6" tall.