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Post by Einar on Feb 23, 2018 14:28:02 GMT
Personnel File: Perez-Rome, Jeremiah Most Recent Image Vital Statistics-Name: Jeremiah Perez-Rome -Species: Human -Age: 21 years -Place of Birth: Madrid, Spain, Earth, Sol -Height: 1.85 m -Weight: 75 kg -Eye Color: Blue -Hair Color: Light brown Starfleet Commissioned Officer -Rank: Ensign -Status: Shuttle Technician - U.S.S. Zorya NCC-86273 -Previous Postings: Navigation Officer - U.S.S. Zorya NCC-86273 -Decorations (In order): - Stardate 11902.25 - Purple Heart for injuries sustained in battle
Educational History-Elementary Education -High School Education -Starfleet Academy - Majored in Navigation and Warp Mechanics Career Summary-11802.21 - Promoted to Ensign for performing in accordance with the finest principles of Starfleet -11803.12 - Assigned as NAV on USS Zorya - NCC-86273 Personal InformationJeremiah is the only child of a history professor and a relief worker for the UPF Peace corp. His father, Andreas Rome is a tenured professor at the Universidad Autónoma de Madrid and his mother, Daniela Perez spends most of her time off planet, helping the Federation rebuild and provide aid to those affected by hostilities. His father, a vocal proponant of peace, disapproved of Jeremiah's interest in Starfleet, just as he disapproved of his younger brother's decision to join the military branch of the Federation and later became one of its most decorated officer in time of war. His father cut all ties with his brother, and the two had not spoken since Jeremiah was six years old. Jeremiah followed the career of his uncle with great enthusiasm as a child, much to the chagrin of his parents which led to his decision to join Starfleet to travel the stars. In his time at Starfleet Academy, this familiar connection became less of an honor and more of a impediment as his teachers and colleagues would constantly hold him to the standards of his famous uncle. It bothered him so much that to differentiate himself from his late uncle, he adopted the surname of his mother as well.
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Post by Einar on Feb 23, 2018 14:31:33 GMT
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Post by Einar on Feb 23, 2018 15:37:53 GMT
Ensign Jeremiah Perez-Rome Stardate 11802.22 San Francisco, Earth
Today was the day he had been waiting for for four years. Graduation from Starfleet Academy.
He was on track, and nothing would hold him back now. Four years to get his commission, another two years to be accepted into the Command Training program.
Captain in another five years after that.
He would never be the youngest person to make Captain in Starfleet, no one had beaten that record in centuries, but damn he would be there before a single gray hair appeared on his head.
Jeremiah looked at himself in the mirror as he glided the shimmering blue razor down his cheek, then grabbed the warm towel and cleaned his face.
Perfect.
The ceremony had gone on for....longer than he had wanted, but he had gotten what he came for. A single golded pip on his collar. Gone were the training pips. He was a man now, a Starfleet Officer. He grabbed a handful of molder and ran it through his fingers before applying it generously through his thick hair, making it look efficiently messy. If he was lucky, Sheila would be at the party tonight and he had plans before shipping out.
"Hey Jer´ - a packet arrived for you while you were showering" his roomate called for him. "Can I keep it?"
Jeremiah rolled his eyes and stepped out of the small bathroom and looked over at his roommate sitting on his cot holding a small case "No you cannot keep it! Give it here"
The Ferengi roomate grunted something unintelligable and handed the case over to Jeremiah who turned it around in his hands until he saw a biometric scanner and pressed his thumb to unlock the case.
"What is it??"
Jeremiah didn´t answer as he sat down on his cot and removed from the case a bottle of something in a language he did not understand, and a small holoprojector. He placed the bottle on the table and then flicked the small holoprojector on, projecting a small image of a Starfleet officer before him. The man smiled awkwardly and stepped back, like he was setting up the holorecorder.
"Jeremiah, I left this gift with your grandparents in case I was off planet when you graduated...first of all, congratulations. I am very proud of you"
Jeremiah stared blankly at the man, his uncle. Dead uncle. "Who is it?" Gral asked, even more engrossed in this mysterious message than Jeremiah was. "No one"
"I left this for you, as I hope that one day you will make Captain of your own ship. And on that day, you can open that bottle. That´s the same rum my Captain gave me when I made CO. I hope to see you around the galaxy kid, there´s a lot to make up for...and I know your dad must be really proud of you too"
The man stepped forward and smiled before turning the recording off, leaving the image frozen before them.
Gral stared at the projection wide eyed before looking up at is roommate "Was that...?"
Jeremiah nodded and turned off the projection and threw the projector into the duffelbag packed at the foot of his cot. "Yeah"
Gral looked like he had stumbled upon a roomfull of latinum "Wow"
Jeremiah grabbed the rum and turned it in his hands, looking unimpressed before grabbing the cork and pulling it out "Fancy a drink?"
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Post by aoibheni on Feb 23, 2018 17:05:35 GMT
Ok, my brain just short circuited reading this. Wow. My emotions, Einar! My emotions!!!
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Post by Nola on Mar 12, 2018 5:56:35 GMT
Ensign Jeremiah Perez-Rome,
By order of Starfleet Command, with the authority granted by the United Federation of Planets, you are hereby assigned to the United Starship Zorya, registry NCC-86273, in the role of Navigation Officer. You are expected to assume your post on Stardate 11803.12.
On behalf of the Academy and Starfleet Command, I want to congratulate you on your first assignment, an important moment in the life of any Starfleet Officer. You've worked hard and shown due diligence to make it this far, and your efforts are to be celebrated. I won't belabor the point. I know you'll make a fine addition to this grand organization. It's in your blood.
I think it's safe to say Captain Rome would have been proud of you. I think you'll find a few of your new crewmates will be proud as well.
Best of luck and godspeed, Ensign.
Fleet Admiral Martin Walker Commander-in-Chief, Starfleet Command
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Post by Einar on Mar 12, 2018 11:13:59 GMT
Ensign Jeremiah Perez-Rome, Navigation Officer Stardate 11803.11 Location: Kobliad Spacedock, in orbit of Kobliad
"The Spearhead"
"It's in your blood - I think it's safe to say Captain Rome would have been proud of you. I think you'll find a few of your new crewmates will be proud as well."
That line played on repeat in his head as he slumped on the barstool at a particularly shady establishment on this rustbucket.
Why this ship? Why the Zorya? A ship filled with surviving members of that ill-fated ship.
Of course he was well aware of the exploits of the Hyperion. Everyone at the Academy was, and everyone made sure to remind Jeremiah of his familar connection to its late Captain at every occasion.
And here, on Kobliad it was almost perverse.
Most of the Kobliad-owned businesses on this station had some sort of memorial display for both the Hyperion and her Captain. Jeremiah had been on this frontiertown for almost one week now, and the zeitgeist seemed to be that if not for the renowned Taskforce Arrani, the Kobliad might be living under Breen control to this day.
Jeremiah sipped his bottled beer, not trusting the cleanliness of the glassware and kept his head down. He had kept to himself this whole time, not wanting to draw any attention to himself. Despite his grooming choices, the face gracing numerous bulkheads bared somewhat a resemblance to his own. Atleast this bar didn´t have some glorified propaganda image of Captain Rome, standing over a fallen breen and thrusting a phaser rifle into the air or something equally ridiculous.
Unfortunately, however, there was much to be said about the skills of the particular artist who did the rather ambitious mural hanging over the bar showing the Hyperion as the tip of a fancy spear with Kobliad in the background and the emblazened writing "The ultimate sacrifice" underneath. Sometimes people needed to know their own limits.
"It´s a beauty ainnit?"
Jeremiah glanced up from his drink into the face of the owner, a heavy-set man with a scruffy beard and a medal on his chest that had lost its shine. "Strikingly so" he responded, looking back down at his drink.
"I served on that Taskforce....Chief Engineer of the Kassel...Steamrunner class" the man smiled as his eyes seemed to light up and he thumped his fist on his chest "Big guns!"
Jeremiah smiled at that, the old war cry of the artillery crowd "Big guns" he responded out of respect to the retired officer.
"Lost my leg over Kobliad, during the second war. The Hyperion swooped in" he narrated with an outstreched arm "just as those lizards were about to strike the final blow to our ship, he took them out and dragged us to safety...I owe that ship my life and the life of my crew"
Jeremiah only nodded "Lucky"
"It´s that Rome luck" the man chuckled.
Jeremiah had to cover a snort as he reached down and grabbed a slip and placed it on the bar "Didn´t save him in the end - Thanks for the tale, sir. But I have to get going"
The man looked after him confused and grabbed the slip "Godspeed, Ensign. Or should I say good luck?"
"It´s in the blood apparently" he said to himself as he exited the bar. "Asshat"
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Post by Nola on Mar 12, 2018 11:17:36 GMT
Hahahaha, oh... that was terrific, Einar.
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Post by aoibheni on Mar 12, 2018 11:43:32 GMT
I love how much I hate this guy already.
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Post by Einar on Mar 20, 2018 19:14:12 GMT
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Post by Einar on Apr 9, 2018 11:23:13 GMT
Ensign Jeremiah Perez-Rome, Navigation Officer Stardate 11803.26 Location: U.S.S. Zorya, NCC-86273
Joint log with Chris as OPS Ensign Cordan
"The Tour"
Cordan is sitting next to the young Navigations Officer at the front of the command circle waiting for both of them to have finished their work. Cordan finishes writing up a report and begins to make sure his personal PADD, that he has on him at all times, is synced up with all current information from both his personal database and the computer’s database. He rubs his face and sighs, “I hate writing reports.”
Jeremiah looked up from his own PADD and smiled politely "To be honest, Cordan, it reminds me of homework. It's....comforting in a way". Jer typed a few more lines into his PADD and then hit 'Save' before placing the PADD into the duffel bag at his feet.
He then stood up and threw the bag over his shoulder and smiled as a young attractive Trill slid out of the Turbolift ready to take his place. "She's all yours"
Jer looked at Cordan with a smile as the woman sat down at the conn. "Hey...I'm about to check out my quarters, how about that tour?"
Cordan got up from his station and signed off. “Crewman it´s yours.” He says tapping the crewmember on the shoulder. Walking over to the Jeremiah, “The reports, try two lifetimes of writing them, and sure we starting at your quarters then or want to make a few stops on the way?” He says standing next to the Ensign
Jer shrugged, "I am a light packer. I don´t mind taking the scenic route".
Cordan claps his hands together and presses the button for the turbolift. “You been to the quartermaster yet?” He says waiting for the turbolift doors to open.
"I´ll see him during the week, I don´t need much. Just a cot and a place to hang my hat" they stepped into the Turbolift, and moments later stopped at its destination. "After you" Jer said as the stepped out of the lift.
“Thank you. So, where shall we go? What on this glorious ship appeals to you?” He says smiling, while putting his hands behind his back with his PADD in one hand.
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After an hour traversing the compact vessel, Jer and Cordan sat down in the messhall with two pints of synthale. "So, how long have you been on the ship?" Jer asked as they sat down at a small table near the transparent aluminum window. Jeremiah liked the reminder that a few inches seperated him from space....there was no use getting complacent about what life on a starship was.
He rubs his head and thinks back. “Well I have been on board the ship since Stardate 11706.28 so about a year.” He says looking out to the stars as a small light blinks on his PADD that is sat on his lap.
"You like it?" Jer asked, trying to pull more information out of his silent companion.
“Why yes. I do, I have to say it is quite a nice ship to serve aboard the XO can seem a bit angry some of the time but she means well and the Captain is certainly a nice man. The running of the ship can seem odd to a new cadet but you get used to it.” He notices the blinking light on his PADD but decides to continue talking. “But sadly you are stuck with me at the front of the bridge.” He says smiling and letting out a small chuckle and he continues. “The ship though is run quite smoothly and you will have a nice time here.”
"Front the the Bridge is where the fun happens, Cordan" Jeremiah said as he clutched the pint glass as the memories of having flown the Akira class vessel earlier today, filling his veins with adrenalin again just thinking about it.
"I do have to agree the front of the bridge is quite fun..." Cordan answered flatly, his eyes still on that PADD.
Jer glanced over at his colleague. "Are you going to answer that or just burn holes in it?"
“I don’t really want to look at the message because I know what it will be about and I don’t want to be upset at this time" he added with a nervous/confused look on his face. "I mean should I look at it or shouldn’t I? What do you think?”
Jeremiah sighed and emptied his glass, "Answer it, don´t answer it. But do so whenever you feel ready"
He stood up, placing his palms on the table and leaning in "But trust me, avoiding bad news won´t make it go away"
He stood up and stretched, grabbing his duffelbag "I think it´s time I go unseal my quarters and settle in for the night"
Cordan also stood up, “I guess I will read it. As you´re right. It doesn’t go away.” He then offered his hand for Jeremiah to shake, “Well it has been an honour showing you around. Hope you like your quarters and if there is anything you need just ask.” At the same time Cordan picked up his PADD with his other hand.
Jer shook his hand and smiled "Thank´s for making me feel welcomed on board....see to your message and I´ll see you for the morning shift". With that he placed the strap over his shoulder and nodded before heading out.
He could not wait for tomorrow.
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Post by Einar on Apr 9, 2018 11:24:12 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2018 13:47:08 GMT
You have been busy writing this week! Nice logs, Einar (and Chris, and Aoibhe!)
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Post by Einar on Apr 16, 2018 11:25:12 GMT
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Post by Einar on Apr 23, 2018 13:59:29 GMT
Ensign Jeremiah Perez-Rome, Navigation Officer Stardate 11804.16 Location: U.S.S. Zorya, NCC-86273
"Merits"
Jeremiah threw himself on the sofa and kicked his boots off, a tall glass of orange soda on the table next to him. Today had been a great day and he felt that he had logged more parsecs in these past days than through all of his academy runs and simulations. He felt fucking alive, and he loved it.
And shutting up T´ali was the cherry to top it off.
Freighter pilot. Hah.
He would show her.
In fact he would show the Captain tomorrow that he was out here on his own merits because he was a damn good pilot and now he would be able to sail the Zorya through the Badlands.
Jer glanced over at the duffel bag still on the dresser, containing that holographic message from his uncle somewhere inside.
"You never piloted a ship in your life, did you"
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Post by Nola on Apr 23, 2018 18:03:28 GMT
I mean, he piloted part of a ship once, but it didn't end well.
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