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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2017 10:31:44 GMT
Personnel File: Jiāng Zhìháo Vital Statistics
Name: Jiāng Zhìháo; 江志豪 (Surname Jiāng) Species: Human Sex: Male Age: 35 D.O.B: 17.04 Height (cm): 168 Weight (kg): 70 Physical Description
Han Chinese. Short black hair and dark eyes. Has a hard jaw-line. Family & Personal History
Born and raised in Shanghai, China, Earth, he never left China until he travelled to join Starfleet Academy. His parents now spend most of their time travelling between China and Japan for work. He has one sister, Jiāng Lìjiān (江丽娟), aged 19, currently residing in Shanghai. Jiang became a chess Grandmaster at the age of 28, and although he can play a pretty decent game of 3D chess, his love lies with the traditional variant of the classic game. Education
Standard education. Starfleet Academy, including Command Medical HistoryNothing of note. Service Record
10608.21 Assigned as Chief of Operations, USS Kharv, Nova-Class 10704.11 Promoted to LtJG 10804.04 Promoted to Lt 11001.01 Promoted to Lt.Cmdr 11106.24 Assigned as Executive Officer, USS Kharv, Nova-Class Promoted to Commander 11601.12 Assigned as Commanding Officer USS Kharv, Nova-Class 11703.22 Assigned as Commanding Officer, USS Zorya, Akira-Class Promoted to Captain 11804.30 Killed in action during a skirmish with the Maquis in the Badlands. Initial Report available here.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2017 9:29:45 GMT
11703.27
Compared to Jiang's previous assignment, the USS Zorya was huge. The USS Kharv had been a Nova-class vessel, almost exactly half the length of an Akira. Just a few months ago, the USS Kharv had been destroyed with no loss of life, but Jiang missed the ship like a person and the memory of ordering the evacuation and the self-destruct left him with some guilt. He'd called those eight decks home for just over ten years, worked his way from Ensign to Captain along the way, and like everyone else that had made it to his rank he'd made, and lost, friends along the way. Looking around his quarters, he knew it would take a long time before he could call the Zorya 'home', if at all.
On a screen mounted on the wall besides the door to his quarters, Jiang had a map of the area displayed, with a line representing the course the Zorya would take from Calanara to Tandar Prime. it would take them tantalisingly close to Orion and Coridan, and just beyond them the new border with the True Federation. Why did they have to call themselves that? It felt like an insult just using that name, as if just saying the word "true" was some kind of admittance that they were just that. He scowled at the thought as he zoomed in on the map. Beta Rigel and Tellun signified the closest part of the border to Tandar. Technically, logically, it was just far enough away not to cause any problems during their mission. But, if all his years of service had taught him anything, it was to always expect the unexpected. He flicked off the screen, straightened his uniform and stepped out of his quarters to begin his second shift as the Zorya's Commanding Officer.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2017 5:35:07 GMT
11704.03
It always surprised Jiang how long populations can hold grudges. Not individual people, but entire populations, where one generation died out and another took over, but the grudge remained. Cestus III had been settled in 2267 - this wasn't a new thing - and yet now the Gorn had attacked. They'd never let it go. Or perhaps it had nothing to do with their gripe about territory. Whatever the reason, Jiang didn't like it. Thankfully, a few ships were on their way to sort it out, under the lead of the USS Chiron.
Jiang's hands were tied. Not only were they too far away anyway, but the outbreak of Levodian Flu on Tandar Prime needed urgent attention. A different kind of battle, but with as many lives at stake. If he had to choose, though, he'd rather die in battle than with the flu. He hated the limited options available - he felt uneasy about the anomaly detected near Calanara, but was unable to do much about it. They just had to sit here, on guard duty, twiddling their thumbs.
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2017 7:01:15 GMT
11505.22
In his ready room, Jiang released a long sigh and ran a hand through his hair. This was an exhausting mission. Thanks to a previous mission while he'd been a Lieutenant on the USS Kharv, he was particularly squeamish about diseases and outbreaks. That's why he'd insisted all those quarantine measures and precautions be upheld to the letter. But it hadn't mattered, they'd been helpless witnesses to the events. It only helped increase his agitation about this sort of thing. He could never be a Doctor.
And now, here they were actually beaming up the problem, putting it onto the ship itself, knowing that EVA suits had been unable to stop it. He took a sip of his tieguanyin, trying to relax, but it was hard to do when six billion people needed you to succeed. The plan was to relocate the life forms to a nearby uninhabited moon. The problem wouldn't be solved, but it would be delayed. They'd still need to work out a way to prevent the life forms from leaving the moon in future.
It was a strange situation. On the one hand, it was part virus, something to be destroyed in order to protect life. On the other hand, it was intelligent life itself, something to be protected and valued. The decision to move it had been much easier, however, once they had shown hostile intent. They made that decision for Jiang. And if the relocation doesn't work, he'd not have a choice of what to do then, either.
Despite everything, Jiang could find something good from the day. The crew had been performing well - they'd almost immediately settled into their roles, they were working together as if they had been for a long time. Saving a planet on their first mission was going to look great on the CVs.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2017 15:19:51 GMT
11706.05
You really couldn't see the forest for the trees. Jiang felt himself moving through an overpowering wall of green. Plants and grasses surrounded him, wrapped themselves around him, towered over him in a misty fog. Yet he moved through it easily, comfortably, the life and energy almost visible as an aura around the plants, in the air itself. There was no end in sight - it went on and on, and then he was miles above it, looking down at endless foliage, the treetops tip-to-tip as one giant organism. An entire primeval world beneath him.
The colours popped out at him, overwhelming him, until they faded. Lime turned ashen. Emerald washed out, leaving behind a crumbling landscape. The tree tops shrivelled away from each other like children pulling their hands away from a fire. They fell apart, smashing each other into dust. The skies were full of choking cinders, and Jiang was then among it, surrounded by it as it collapsed and the ground tore itself open, offering itself as a grave.
Alone, in silence, Jiang spun around to a field of white. Where the icy ground ended and the skies began was impossible to tell. The ash had changed to snow, a blizzard spinning around him. He reached out his hands, trying to fumble his way forwards, to protect his eyes. He knew, he just knew, it was hopeless. No one was out there. He was alone, isolated and afraid. Only the faint silhouette of a charred village in the distance kept him company. He walked on. Anything to get out of the blizzard.
On hands and knees, he finally made it to what remained of the village. A few huts, piles of rubble, wooden beams wet with slush and powder snow. He could die here. At least then he wouldn't be alone. Accompanied only by his shadow, he collapsed onto his knees through the doorway of a broken hut, and he was no longer there.
Another landscape, a box surrounded by endless black. Streaks of white shot by on all sides, but here he felt warm. A gentle hum spoke of hope.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2017 5:32:23 GMT
11706.26
Personal log, Jiang Zhihao.
We're on uncertain ground. We are perilously close to breaking the Prime Directive - interfering with the internal affairs of a society. When the Zorya replied to the Tandarian distress call, they were suffering from what was thought to be Levodian Flu. Helping there was simply humanitarian aid. When the flu turned out to be an alien organism intent on taking over the world, the mission naturally changed.
But now... these conflicts on the surface feel different. It seems Dr. Lona may have orchestrated this entire thing, created or manipulated the organism in a lab to further his own agenda. Still... we're here now. We're already involved.
End log.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2017 6:48:59 GMT
11707.03
The Captain sat in his ready room. He needed a little quiet to focus on the puzzle of the message. He liked a good puzzle - the chess board on his desk was testament to that, set up with a particularly difficult position he'd been meaning to take a look at as soon as there was time. The rook, knight, bishop... he knew what they all could do, their importance on the board, their value in each and every situation, but the message they'd intercepted was like trying to play with completely different pieces. A targ, a vole, an Andorian ice spider... Who knew what they represented, what they symbolised? Or perhaps they were insignificant, designed to take attention away from analysing the mechanical squeals right away.
Jiang shook his head as the images repeated themselves on his computer screen again, then turned it off. He lifted his hands to the back of his neck and stretched. His ready room still felt alien to him, brand new. That was usual, he guessed, for any new Captain, but more so after so many years on the smaller USS Kharv. For eleven years he'd called that little Nova-class his home, and for one year the tiny ready room had been his. This Akira class vessel had a ready room three times the size. There was even a sofa and coffee table. He wondered if he'd ever get used to it.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2017 7:21:16 GMT
11707.24
Personal log, Jiang Zhihao.
I hate being rushed. It's often the way with bureaucrats and the like. When you want something, there's inevitably a wait. I've had to chase some requests for weeks. But the moment they want you at Deep Space 9 faster than you can say Quantum Slipstream Drive...
Regardless, the crew have performed well, settled into the task with efficiency. It's been a couple of months since I accepted this command assignment, and the 'new' feeling is wearing off. It feels right, being here. The ship, the crew, myself - it's all starting to gel nicely. Whatever our urgent mission, I'm confident in this crew.
Despite the mystery of our mission, I look forward to Deep Space 9 - a place I've never been before. I hear the wormhole opening is a sight worth seeing at least once.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2017 20:03:35 GMT
11707.31 with CJ as Captain Morga and First Takoa'lan and Soph as the wonderful Commander Feyna --
"This situation is fairly complicated," said Morga. "The bullet points are this: The Founders have been all but silent for the last two decades, and a rift has formed in the Dominion. A large portion of the Jem'hadar population have decided to form their own government in direct defiance of the Vorta. Both sides are gearing up for war, which could easily spill through the wormhole."
She motioned then to Takoa'lan before continuing.
"Takoa'lan arrived four days ago to request assistance. The Federation Council wants more information. Your mission is two-fold: make contact with leadership of both factions, and assess the situation."
Jiang looked up from his seat to Takoa'lan, and then back to Morga. He wasn't one to tread lightly around a topic, so he got right into it, calmly asking, "Interfering in a civil war... isn't that in direct violation of the prime directive?" Morga was nodding before the magic words left Jiang's mouth.
"I did say it was complicated," she sighed. "Takoa'lan specifically asked for mediation, not intervention. The problem is that the Federation can only consider such requests from independent states. The Council wants to know if this new faction of Jem'hadar can be considered as one."
The Bolian cast a brief, unsure glance Takoa'lan's way, but no obvious reaction came.
"Simply put, then, our role is find out whether Takoa'lan is in a position to make such a request." Jiang paused, showing his acceptance of the explanation with a few small nods. He turned to Commander Feyna, with a look that invited any comments or questions from her. With permission given from the superior officers, she took a short moment to organise her thoughts. “Has any violence occurred between the parties as yet? Or is this all still a war in principle?” Joanne addressed her comment directly to Takoa’lan, a calm smile still on her face.
"We have yet to engage in any full-scale battles, but a number of skirmishes have occurred," rumbled the First. "Many Jem'hadar are still considering their path."
"To your point, Captain, I'm afraid your role can't be put simply," Morga interjected. "First and foremost, your mission is to find a way to prevent this conflict from spilling into the Alpha Quadrant - it's bad enough that the Breen are on our doorstep. Second, you are to assess the position of the separatist Jem'hadar, and give your recommendation to Starfleet Command on whether they could be considered an independent state. In addition, you are to contact the Vorta and inform them of the request made to the Federation, and the purpose of your presence in what is ostensibly Dominion territory."
Jiang nodded. "Not exactly an easy mission. Based on our recent upgrades, I assume Starfleet expects some sort of trouble." He turned to Takoa'lan. "What sort of escort, if any, will the faction you represent be providing?"
"We are your escort," answered Takoa'lan.
"To start," Morga quickly added. "There won't be any ships to meet you on the other side of the wormhole, but Takoa'lan will guide you to a system controlled by his faction. From there, it will be up to you to work out the arrangements. Your upgrades are, of course, for defensive purposes. It is Starfleet's hope that the Dominion will understand the nature of your mission and leave you be-"
"They won't," the First interjected. "They will not tolerate outside interference of any kind, especially from the Federation, and especially if there is any chance to legitimize the rebellion."
Morga frowned, not having any immediate points to counter that argument.
"I won't lie to you, Captain," she sighed. "This is an extremely dangerous mission. This situation has caught us by surprise - for now, you are the only ship we can send. As such, Starfleet has given you every ounce of additional firepower it could in the Spirfires. We hope you will not have to use them, but odds are you will."
"Mr. Takoa'lan, without a ship it looks like we're the ones escorting you home, not the other way around." Jiang looked to Feyna, then to Morga. "I don't like this. We're potentially putting an entire crew at risk on the word of one person we don't even know." He paused. "But I suppose we have to take that risk, considering what would happen should a war spill into our quadrant. Commander Feyna, please arrange quarters for our guests."
Joanne gave a short nod in response to the request, her mind already racing as to how to diplomatically place their 'guests', for their safety as well as the Zorya's, knowing already how some of the reactions of the senior crew would be.
Takoa'lan made no immediate response to Jiang's remark, much to Morga's relief.
"You do have some say in this, Captain," she offered. "If you determine that you cannot properly make an assessment of the situation without significant conflict, return to the Wormhole. We have a few contingencies."
"Noted." Jiang stood up, clearly ready to get going.
With her Captain's movements, Feyna also shifted her position, ready to depart, her fingers very slightly twitching.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2017 11:33:36 GMT
11709.17
Sometimes, on days like this, Jiang gave serious thought to taking a year away from Starfleet to play a number of major chess tournaments. People often compared diplomatic relations or politics to chess, but they were wrong. Chess was clear, and even in the most complicated positions you could review all your options, calculate the variations. The only way chess was like diplomacy was that it often meant sitting at a table for hours at a time. Jiang knew which table he'd rather be sat at right now.
The mission was already too vague for his liking. How was he to determine whether the Jem'hadar request was sound? Where was the handbook listing those requirements? The main reasons Starfleet had agreed to this mission was for fear of the Dominion bringing their war into the Alpha quadrant, but who was to say that wouldn't happen anyway, especially if Starfleet seemed to take sides?
Jiang knew his history. The first war was often remembered for the aggressive nature of the Dominion invading the alpha quadrant. But there were some historians who noted that any empire would have reacted to unwanted entry into their territory. Was the Dominion's request to stay out of their space really that unreasonable? The first attack from the Dominion on the USS Odyssey had been in their territory. Jiang could easily imagine Starfleet opening fire on military vessels that had entered their space. And the first major military action between the two quadrants had been a Cardassian - Romulan fleet that had attempted to commit genocide in the Omarion Nebula, an effort to wipe out the Founders before war had even begun. The alpha quadrant powers had a lot more of a say in the start of that war than was generally accepted.
Here they were again. In Dominion territory, between two factions, playing god, and who was to say what the consequences would be? Would Starfleet have stood by and let the Dominion hold talks with the Maquis? Or, a more modern example - with the True Federation?
There was more at stake than another war, as well. The Liberated, as they called themselves, had aspirations to create females, to breed. They had a right to determine their paths, sure, but creating life? Jiang didn't even know how he felt about that. He looked across the table without a chess board, towards Alpha Renoa, knowing this meeting could not only turn into a long day, but could have serious repercussions throughout the galaxy.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2017 8:38:12 GMT
Where The Path Trails Off Part 1
STARDATE 10608.21
The shuttlepod had been designed for two people, apparently with short legs. Jiang shifted a little to the left of his seat, trying his best to get comfortable for the remainder of the journey - another couple of hours to the USS Kharv. He stretched out best he could in the limited space, determined not to complain about it.
To his right, piloting the shuttle, sat another Ensign also joining the Kharv crew. Jiang had assumed he was human until he'd introduced himself as, "Jevas, of Grenta Street, Chief City," revealing Argelius II as his home. Now and then, Jevas would push the shuttlepod into a tight roll and his lips into a grin, as if the two maneuvers were inseparable. The first time the surprise had kept Jiang silent but the second time he'd let out a chuckle. Jevas took that as approval and had since added a barrel roll to his repertoire, and a Kulbit - a tight inside-loop.
"You know," said Jevas, his voice an octave higher than Jiang would have suspected, as if his voice hadn't changed when he'd matured, "we'd shave off an hour if we went through this asteroid field instead of around it." Jiang imagined how squeaky he must have sounded as a child and how piercing it must have been.
"Yeah," replied Jiang with a sigh, wishing the journey would be over sooner so he could stretch his aching legs.
"Yeah," he said, almost as a question, "I could do it. What do you think?"
Jiang turned to look at him. His were eyes wide with enthusiasm, the question all over his face. "What about the flight plan? Won't Starfleet get irritated if we go off course? I don't want to get into trouble on day one."
Jevas shook his head, his eyes closing momentarily. "We're on an advised route, but it isn't set in stone. Pilots have room to change their course somewhat, as long as the destination is the same and we don't stray too far off." He leant forward, a small action considering the size of the cockpit, and tapped his finger down twice on the panel. "This is our transponder, lets other traffic and the controllers know where we are at all times. Think of it as the difference between general aviation and commercial flights on Earth."
Jiang hesitated a moment, but the look on Jevas' face convinced him. "Alright, if you are sure you can handle the asteroids."
With a laugh, Jevas swung the shuttle about by ninety degrees to face the asteroid field. "A private mining company owns the belt, I heard they move large cargo ships in and out without any problems. A shuttlepod like this should have no trouble at all!" He tapped some more buttons, a little too hard, and the Hafez flew into the shadows of giant rocks.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2017 15:54:26 GMT
Where The Path Trails Off Part 2
The one-person mining shuttle was a piece of junk. It rattled and creaked. The pilot's chair wobbled and leant a little to the right. It hadn't been used in years, and probably would have stayed where it was for many more if it hadn't been for the black-haired girl who sat in the cockpit. She was barely tall enough to see over the controls, boosting her chances with a cushion.
"Alright Zhett," came the call over the comm, "Remember, we're just seeing if she flies. Nothing fancy."
"I don't think it's possible to do anything fancy in this. It's barely holding together, and I haven't got all the thrusters working yet." Zhett tapped the cannister next to her, then pulled a mouth piece into place. "Life support system online," she joked. Her fingers grabbed at the controls, pulling this lever, flipping that switch. Headlights to Bright; strobe lights on. A few pumps of the primer, the throttle lever to notch one, then the engine start routine. With a cough, it burst into life. The overhead panel twanged with a vibration until Zhett gave it a solid punch. "Dad, you owe me a copy of that new Errant Timbre album!"
"Don't speak so soon," came the reply with a chuckle, "she's not flying yet! Right, when you're ready…"
"I'm ready," she said, running a finger along one of the breathing apparatus' straps that held her hair to her cheeks. "Increasing throttle." She pushed the throttle forward, the ship screaming and vibrating more and more with every notch. As the shuttle lifted off the ground it tilted a few degrees on one side, the new default alignment. "Okay, the structural force fields I installed seem to be holding. I'm going to take her out." Tilting the joystick forward, Zhett gently took the shuttle towards the force field that kept space from sucking everything out of the hangar.
"Did you name her yet?" asked her father.
"No," she said quickly, all her effort going into piloting the shuttle. 'Okay, I'm clear… force fields are holding, thrusters are steady, everything looks good. I'm going to Point Bravo, then."
"No alarms?"
"No," Zhett said, "I, er, removed the alarm system for now. It wasn't working properly, kept forcing the auto-shutdown sequence to kick in."
She couldn't believe this. She'd actually done it. She'd taken a small run-down and forgotten shuttle and, all by herself, had made it flight worthy again. Sure, it wasn't graceful, it wasn't beautiful, but it was hers, and she loved it.
Something caught her eye. "I thought you said this sector wasn't being mined today?"
"It isn't… hold on… we've just got a perimeter alert. Looks like a Starfleet shuttlepod. Another one of their flyboys taking a shortcut without our permission. Can you change your course?"
Zhett glanced over the engine read outs, "Barely. If I do, you'll have to send a rescue barge, I won't have the power to get back." There was a long pause. "I'd rather not do that unless absolutely necessary." Even as she spoke, the shuttlepod sped towards her. Hadn't they seen her? Were they just trying to spook her? Judging their distance by eye, she knew she no longer had a choice. She had to take evading action. She slammed the joystick to the left, pushed every ounce out of the engines. The shuttle moaned about it, but did as she was told. She could see the moment on the Starfleet pilot's face when he saw her, the whites of his eyes as he threw his ship into an evasive maneuver.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2018 11:46:53 GMT
11804.09
Usually, Jiang handed off paperwork before it could even hit his desk. That's what Executive Officers were for, after all. On the USS Kharv, while he had been the XO, he'd served his time, he'd paid his dues. He'd thought that with the Kharv being a small Nova-class vessel, there would be less paperwork. Jiang had been wrong.
His Captain at the time had been something of a prankster. His name was Jevas. They had met in a shuttle headed for the USS Kharv many years ago, still with Ensign pips on their collars. That trip was fraught with danger, when Jevas decided to take a detour through a mining asteroid belt. Clutching to his chair, Jiang had loved every moment of it, although he hadn't shown it. At least, he had enjoyed it right up to the point they had crashed into a small mining vessel.
Such an event would have knocked all sense of play out of anyone, but not Jevas. He couldn't change who he was, so he simply learned to tone it down. It had served him well, and after a couple of exceptional performances over the years, he was soon a rank higher than Jiang and ready to take command of the ship.
His idea of a joke, even as a Captain, was to leave paperwork all over the place for Jiang. On his chair on the bridge, stuck to the doors of his quarters, in the helmet of an EVA suit, hanging in Jiang's sonic shower. Once, the Captain had programmed the replicator to materialise a padd full of paperwork the next time Jiang ordered a cup of Tieguanyin.
Today was different. This was for a promotion. Cordan was now a Lieutenant Junior Grade. He wondered how soon he'd be able to promote Perez. It was likely only a matter of time. Yes, they were a fine crew.
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Post by Einar on Apr 13, 2018 12:10:34 GMT
I like Jevas
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