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I'm potentially interested as well. Maybe a Caitan security officer. TNG era, and bleeding edge ship.
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 Commander S'Thors, Executive Officer Values:"The galaxy gave us claws for a reason, they must have a good use." / "Starfleet should be the very best of us." / "Always be prepared for the unexpected." / "Life can be short, live it with élan." S’thors sighed on the shuttle, putting down his PADD for a moment. He hadn’t even been aboard yet, but already he was being buried in the endless paperwork that came with his brand new posting. He leans back, smiling at the thought, a hand unconsciously tracing the brand new second full braid on his sleeve. For his first assignment as a Commander to be the XO of a new experimental ship not even out of spacedock yet, someone at Starfleet Command either really liked him or really hated him. He chuckles to himself at the thought. Who’d have thought the kid from Narval who grew up pretending he was a Starfleet Captain having adventures across the frontier would really make it. He really had to find some time to write a letter to his parents, being committed pascificts they’d never really been happy with his own inclinations. Still, he knew they cared, otherwise they’d never have helped him get into the Academy. Ah, the Academy, now there were some good memories: the classes, the friends, the challenges. He still never managed to tell his parents that he’d joined the close-combat team, his mother would probably have had a stroke if she found out her son was proficient in a number of martial arts. Still, the Academy had been good for him, gave him an outlet for his excitement and energy, and oh he had fallen in love with Starfleet and what it stood for. It had earned him a hard time from some of his classmates, but even years later he was still one of those true believers in Starfleet and its ideals. He hoped his new captain would live up to them, he didn’t want to have to think of the alternative. Turning back to his paperwork, S’Thors continued to study the specifications of the ship he’d be calling home for the next few years. On top of his position as XO, he’d also be the ship’s tactical specialist. He’d always had a special flair for starship combat, it’s what earned him his relatively rapid promotions, hell it was why he was still alive. He set the PADD down again, thinking back once more to that terrible day. The smoke, the alarms, the smell of burning flesh, they hunted him in his sleep every now and again. Still with each passing year they faded further into the fog of the past. drat he’d been green then. Thrust into command when the senior officers on deck had been killed in a Klingon surprise attack. He still regarded it as something of a miracle he and the ship had survived. Still, it had catapulted his career into high gear, he couldn’t dispute that. Ever since then he’d clearly been being groomed for command, and he’d developed a reputation as an unorthodox tactician, something Starfleet clearly valued. His reverie was interrupted by an announcement, the shuttle would be arriving at the ship momentarily. Taking the opportunity, S’Thors took in the ship from the shuttle’s viewport. There it was, the future, both for him and for Starfleet, and he’d be damned if he wouldn’t do everything he could to make sure it succeeded. The shuttle soon landed smoothly into the ship’s shuttlebay. Putting the PADDs away and gathering his gear, S’Thors stood up with a determined smile, ready to show just what he could do. Valhawk fucked around with this message at 03:26 on May 21, 2021 |
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Lager posted:Commander S'Thors, Executive Officer - A tactician with a pacifist upbringing. Obviously, you've had experience with ship combat, and I assume you've fired the ship's weapons on enemy vessels before, causing the deaths of their crews. Have you ever killed outside of a ship, though? Have you ever had to take a life when you've had to see them die? And if so, what did that do to you? S'thors leans back in his seat, his rumbly voice measured, clearly this is not the first time he's had to field this question, "My parents are pacifists, I am not. Lets just say it's been a point of conflict for us ever since I was a boy." He sighs slightly, "As to your specific question, yes I have had to use violence both starship to starship and in close combat. I'm assuming you've read my personnel file but I'll give you an example. When I was a lieutenant commander aboard the Kongo, we engaged in a campaign against a particularly vicious band of Orion pirates in the Argelius Sector. Those bastards had brutalized the local population for years, until finally the locals reached out to Starfleet for assistance. We managed to thin the pirates numbers by using probes to create the appearance of unguarded freighters to anyone relying on sensors, and then pouncing on the pirate vessels from hiding when attacked." "Beyond fighting in space, we had numerous encounters with them and their handiwork planetside as well. One time in particular, I was leading an away team investigating a settlement while the Kongo conducted a survey of some nearby wreckage. While the ship was away, a particularly bold and stupid raiding party attacked the settlement. I had been concerned about the possibility and insisted we include a fully equipped security detail. With me at the head, we engaged them with phasers, and in some cases hand to hand. They had expected to roll over an unorganized group of settlers, they were not prepared for a Starfleet away team, especially not one fully armed and prepared to fight. They were outmatched, and when the Kongo returned and drove off their ship, they refused to surrender." The caitan's voice is cold and clinical, "Would it have been preferable if they could have been detained without violence? Yes. Do I regret what I did that day? No. If we hadn't acted to defend the settlement many innocent people would've died, end of story." His tone becomes more normal as he finished describing the incident. "The universe is not a simple place, sometimes the use of physical force is necessary and just. I've always looked at it this way." He puts forth his hand, examining it, and extends one of his claws, a reminder of his species predatory origins, taking on a vaguely philosophical demeanor, he continues, "Caitan are descended from one of our planet's apex predator species. Even today, though we are so different from our distant ancestors, we still have the fangs and claws of a predator, sharp and dangerous if used unwisely." He looks intently at the claw, "It's neither inherently good or evil, it just is. What makes makes it good or evil is what we do with it. I'd rather put my claws to good use, defending the innocent and those unable to defend themselves against those that would harm and oppress them, rather then letting that part of me rot." He retracts the claw, and looks back with the smile of a man largely at peace with himself and his past, "I've seen death, I've caused death, but I've also seen the lives my action have saved, and I think the scales are more than balanced in my favor. Now, I have no doubt my parents would disagree with me about all of it and be horrified at what I've done. I knew this was part of what I was signing up for when I joined Starfleet. Pacifism is a wonderful idea in theory, but the universe isn't always a civilized place. Its unfortunate my parents can't see that, but," he tilts his head a little comically and shrugs, "them's the breaks, as it were."
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