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>Player Origin: Earth may have achieved post-scarcity, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t want to explore the stars. Sure, the cradle of humanity was gorgeous, and your family wanted you to remain, but the call of the stars saw you buck tradition. The first in your family to serve in Starfleet. [Earthborn]
“Of course there’s not much to be gleaned, he’s one of a billion,” The first officer chirped, tapping on her own data pad as if for emphasis. “Or billions, however many of you humans there are on Earth. I don’t think I could find a more generic representation of a human upbringing if I tried. Father’s a veterinarian, mother’s a lawyer, good solid careers, two younger sisters, both still on Earth… Says here that holidays were spent fishing. No history of service in his immediate family, no glaring red flags that stuck out to the recruiters.”
“The man is as Earther as Earther can get. Honestly, sir, I’m not sure why they even included it on the file.”
Nwaigbo inhaled deeply, the back of his head already aching from the argumentative nature of the commander. He held no ill will toward the woman, but by the Virgin Mother, it would take some time to get used to her desire to debate every single point. Of course, he had more than ample experience dealing with Tellarites but that did not make them any less frustrating at times.
“Commander,” He opined, “I appreciate your candour. In fact, I welcome it. But please, try to keep an open mind. Truly, I do not see how you could take issue with his background at all.”
“Don’t get me wrong,” Trolliff replied, “I’ve no issue with the lieutenant’s childhood being as bland as unseasoned radish, what I take umbrage with is the fact the brass thought we needed to know it. It’s a waste of resources, truly.”
“Right,” Was the single word response from the captain. “And you have the same issue with us being provided the details of his service?”
>Player Service Background
>Wanting to work on a spaceship was more important than the theory of command and other such academic pursuits that would have been offered in the Academy. You were an enlisted man, you worked for a living. But even a good NCO runs the risk of being noticed during war. A field commission granted during the Dominion War was cemented through your attendance at the Academy as an older student. [Enlisted]
>It was the love of science and learning that drew you to Starfleet. The finest minds in the Federation, near boundless resources, and countless opportunities to learn and debate. You signed up for the Academy to pursue your intellectual passions, the naval aspect was always secondary. [Intellectual]
>Leadership, academics, sport, whatever you attempted, you seemed to excel at. It drove your classmates up the wall at the Academy, to be sure, but there was no doubting that you possessed natural talent and aptitude. Every graduating class from the Academy has a star pupil, and you just happened to be yours. [Golden Boy]
>Player Origin: Earth may have achieved post-scarcity, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t want to explore the stars. Sure, the cradle of humanity was gorgeous, and your family wanted you to remain, but the call of the stars saw you buck tradition. The first in your family to serve in Starfleet. [Earthborn]
“Of course there’s not much to be gleaned, he’s one of a billion,” The first officer chirped, tapping on her own data pad as if for emphasis. “Or billions, however many of you humans there are on Earth. I don’t think I could find a more generic representation of a human upbringing if I tried. Father’s a veterinarian, mother’s a lawyer, good solid careers, two younger sisters, both still on Earth… Says here that holidays were spent fishing. No history of service in his immediate family, no glaring red flags that stuck out to the recruiters.”
“The man is as Earther as Earther can get. Honestly, sir, I’m not sure why they even included it on the file.”
Nwaigbo inhaled deeply, the back of his head already aching from the argumentative nature of the commander. He held no ill will toward the woman, but by the Virgin Mother, it would take some time to get used to her desire to debate every single point. Of course, he had more than ample experience dealing with Tellarites but that did not make them any less frustrating at times.
“Commander,” He opined, “I appreciate your candour. In fact, I welcome it. But please, try to keep an open mind. Truly, I do not see how you could take issue with his background at all.”
“Don’t get me wrong,” Trolliff replied, “I’ve no issue with the lieutenant’s childhood being as bland as unseasoned radish, what I take umbrage with is the fact the brass thought we needed to know it. It’s a waste of resources, truly.”
“Right,” Was the single word response from the captain. “And you have the same issue with us being provided the details of his service?”
>Player Service Background
>Wanting to work on a spaceship was more important than the theory of command and other such academic pursuits that would have been offered in the Academy. You were an enlisted man, you worked for a living. But even a good NCO runs the risk of being noticed during war. A field commission granted during the Dominion War was cemented through your attendance at the Academy as an older student. [Enlisted]
>It was the love of science and learning that drew you to Starfleet. The finest minds in the Federation, near boundless resources, and countless opportunities to learn and debate. You signed up for the Academy to pursue your intellectual passions, the naval aspect was always secondary. [Intellectual]
>Leadership, academics, sport, whatever you attempted, you seemed to excel at. It drove your classmates up the wall at the Academy, to be sure, but there was no doubting that you possessed natural talent and aptitude. Every graduating class from the Academy has a star pupil, and you just happened to be yours. [Golden Boy]
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