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Post by Matt Hancock on Feb 14, 2022 23:39:22 GMT
Dokzeko
General Statistics
Age: 24 Height: 195 cm Race: Saurian Sex: Male Weight: 92 kg
Physical Description
Has grey skin, black eyes and no hair.
Medium build, longer arms than average.
Background
Was hatched aboard a Human Cargoship after being recovered from an escape pod, never having met his parents. Was raised with strict discipline and was treated harshly, and was even sent to perform dangerous jobs aboard the vessel. Was rescued by the United Federation and put into rehabilitation at the age of 18. At 20, the United Federation sent him to the Academy to have an education.
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Was hatched inside a facility after being stolen from his parents. Raised in harsh conditions with strict discipline, he was taught the art of Steganography and being covert in his actions. Once he was ready, he was planted aboard an illegal cargo smuggling ship in order begin his infitration at the age of 18. Military Record
Rank: Cadet Position: Operations Officer Ship: USS Zorya
Previous Postings
None
Education Record
Age at the Academy:
20-24
Courses taken:
- Communications - Engineering - Statistical mechanics
Medical Record
Rehabilitation:
Ages 18-20. Ongoing checkups annually.
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Post by Matt Hancock on Feb 16, 2022 0:36:20 GMT
Joint Log with Chris as Lt Cmdr Elise Wilson and V Adm Gaius Raif
Stardate: 12202.08
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Raif is sat in his office at Starfleet Command behind his favourite giant old oak wood desk on the right of him is sat a Bonsai tree, that he has been looking after at his Chateau and has now thought it big enough to bring and place on his desk at work. In the centre is a main terminal and large holoscreen. To his left on a small table is a pile of PADDS that would make any flag officer weep, but this time, he enjoys the paperwork as it is Academy Assignment Day and it is his turn to send promising Cadets off to ships that should mould and shape them into future Starfleet officers.
Outside his office is a waiting room where his aid is sat at a desk doing her work. She is wearing a command uniform and on her collar are 3 Gold Pips indicating she is a Commander. The red headed woman is sat typing away at a terminal as she does her day to day duties as well as the extra duties that come with the Academy Assignment Day. Opposite her desk are several seats that have Cadets in them, all Cadets are here because they are at the top of their classes, well all except one, and so deserve a bit more pomp and circumstance to their assignment rather than the usual handing out of the assignments by a Commander at the Academy, all the Cadets are anxious to be getting their assignments, some hoping for the Enterprise, some hoping for something nice and quiet, though, with a war going on, quiet is a bit too much to ask for at the moment.
Dokzeko sat with a calm and collected expression. Any attempt to discern whatever thoughts were going through his head would be met with great difficulty. However, internally, he worried for his future. Why was he, out of everyone who performed better than him, sat here with the 1%? He was in the upper quartile for his classes in terms of performance, but he lost out to a number of his peers for those extra points. The anxiety was starting to eat at him, but he kept it deep within himself, with his strict discipline winning out and not exposing said emotion.
A chime can be heard in the waiting room and the aid answers the comm, “Of course Admiral.'' She turns away from the terminal and looks at the Cadets as if she is examining them. She then looks at her terminal again as she scrolls through a list. She does occasionally glance at Dokzeko.
A few cadets sat opposite from Dokzeko look at him and give him strange looks, one of them is a classmate and whispers to another of his classmates sat next to him, “What is he doing here? He was never that good to qualify to be here.” Upon hearing that a number of other Cadets turn to look at Dokzeko and some give him confused looks, some horrified looks and some looks that clearly say, ‘Are you some Admiral’s son or relative?’
Dokzeko didn’t meet their gaze, he just kept looking forward. They could think what they wanted to about him, he didn’t care much for himself also. It had been six years, but he still remembered his childhood with detail. Speaking back would mean a meal taken away from him. He had kept mostly to himself in the Academy, but did recognise some of the voices speaking ill about him, and they were right to do so. Why was he here? The anxiety continued to pile on, and he felt like his discipline may fail him with this much pressure being applied by so many.
Elise stands up from her seat and looks over the Cadets one more time. “Cadet Dokzeko.” She announces to the room waiting to see who stands up.
Upon hearing his name being called, he stood to attention, keeping his composure. He felt slightly less anxious now that the murmuring bubble had been popped with some dialogue, but it began to gnaw at him with greater ferocity when he realised he still didn’t know as to why he was exactly here. His composure nearly broke during the interlude due to those who had no clue who he was, beginning to chatter amongst themselves about him. He brought his hand up to his mouth as he coughed quickly to clear his throat before responding, “Here!”.
Elise nods and motions for him to approach her desk. "Cadet, stand here and hand over your Academy PADD please." She says now sitting down.
Almost petrified from how singled-out he now stood, he stiffly marched over to her desk and presented his PADD using both hands.
Elise takes the PADD and taps it on a point on her terminal to sync the information into the Admiral’s system. "Cadet, you are about to see Vice Admiral Raif, Head of Fleet Coordination. He will give you an assignment for your new ship, when in there you will not speak unless you are spoken to, you will address the Admiral as one of the following, Admiral, Admiral Raif or Sir. You will keep your sentences short and to the point, you will stand unless asked to be seated” She pauses for a second to see if he registers this and then confirms it, “Do you understand?”
“Yes, ma’am!” he responded, somehow finding a way to stand even more at attention.
Elise walks around her desk and walks to the doors with Dokzeko in tow and pauses before pressing the button, “Don’t worry, he doesn’t bite….. Often.” She says as she presses the button and the double doors open for the Cadet to walk in.
The doors open to a large office with a meeting table on the left and a replicator and what looks to be an old fashioned coffee maker on the right as well as a table. In the centre of the room is Raif sat at his desk working away, and a large set of windows behind him that have the privacy tint at half strength.
Dokzeko walked into the room and stood at attention five paces away from the desk. He waited in anticipation: he would finally know why he, of all people, was called first and foremost to meet the Vice Admiral.
Raif types away at his terminal and picks a PADD up off the desk on his left, he presses a button on his desk and the holoscreen of information disappears and is replaced by a slightly see-through privacy screen that stops Dokzeko from seeing what information Raif is reading. Both can still see each other as the holoscreen only goes up to his shoulders. He looks up at the Cadet. “Cadet, you may stand a bit closer and stand at ease.”
He gulped before responding, “Sir.” He relaxed his shoulders and brought his hands loosely to his side whilst closing the gap by two paces. He had gotten through the worst part without breaking, and now he would just need to manage this one on one conversation.
Raif seems to dress down the Cadet with his gaze, observing everything about Dokzeko and observes how he reacts by staying like this for about a minute where he also looks up the notes he has on him which show his academy record and notes from teachers, tutors and staff.
The minute seemed to drag on for an eternity for Dokzeko. To take his mind off of how much the silence was causing his anxiety to almost burst from him, he distracted himself by starting to itch his right thigh slowly with one of his fingers half way through and focused his mind on that, while the rest of his body stood almost like a statue.
“So Cadet. You are probably wondering why you're here.” Raif said but doesn’t wait for a reply, “You're simply here because your teachers recommended that you get posted on a good ship, there are notes here that while you didn’t get the top grades in your class you did perform admirably and it caught the eye of a few teachers, who do have my ear and they have explained to me what type of student you are. While I normally don’t have to hand out assignments personally to people who aren’t in the top tier, I made an exception for you. Do you have any questions so far?” Having dealt with the Federation Council he is used to speaking without much pause as he has just demonstrated.
“No, Sir.” he responded. He began to reminisce about his early days at the academy, and how he had attended only two years after being rescued from his living hell. The change, even after two years had elapsed, was hard for Dokzeko to adjust to. He did have a natural gift for the subjects he chose, and so, even after not having had any kind of education up to that point in his life, did remarkably well. However, his anonymity had made him a controversial peer for those who had already established their gifts in previous years, taking some of the higher positions, but he never did take first place. Somewhat lost in thought, his gaze started to wander slightly.
He smiles before returning back to an almost emotionless face and to get his attention deactivates the privacy filters on the windows to let the light flood in for a second and then turns it back on. "Cadet, don't they teach you to keep your attention on the subject at hand at the Academy? Or do you not want to find out your assignment?" He says with a stern & commanding voice.
“Yes, sir. No, sir. My apologies, sir.” he said, bringing his focus back to the matter at hand. He blinked a few times to clear his eye sight after the sudden changes in lighting. Although a few questions had come to him by this point in time, he decided that there was no need to ask them as he presumed that they would be answered if he allowed for the Admiral to elaborate.
He nods and continues, “Your teachers mentioned you were a good student. Therefore I have selected you to be assigned to the USS Zorya and you will be assigned on their Alpha shift as a bridge officer, you will be replacing their Operations Officer, while you won’t be chief of operations you will be doing the duties of someone at the OPS stations. If you have questions, now is your time to ask.” He gives the cadet his assignment and gauges his reaction as a sort of final assessment.
“How long is the assignment expected to last; and how high are the chances that I will be reassigned after a voyage?” he asked, with an almost expressionless face, aside from a change in how his eyebrows were positioned and the small gesture he made with his right hand.
“Cadet. This is your permanent assignment, that is why you are here after all, unless you royally annoy the senior staff you should expect to remain on this ship indefinitely. You have graduated from the academy but for a Cadet to be granted the rank of Ensign they must be onboard a ship and the Captain of that ship then decides when you will be promoted. Is this understood and do you have anymore questions?” He says not sure why the Cadet wasn’t aware of this. But finalises the assignment and sends the information to Truman so he knows his new crew member.
“No, sir.” he responded, spending a moment of his time lowering his gaze out of embarrassment. He had been ill-informed about this meeting, and had just shown his ignorance on this matter to the Vice Admiral. He didn’t let it fret him for long though, as he had to play catch-up to a lot of information that most learnt earlier in life, and so he was bound to be missing pieces of information.
“Very well. Here is your PADD with your assignment on it. You have 1 week before you will meet your crew so this is your time to say goodbye to your fellow classmates and get yourself ready to join the crew.” He says handing over the PADD. “You are dismissed Cadet.”
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