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Name: Commander Christopher RolandPROMOTIONS &
AWARDS
Assigned to ship as First Officer, 19 December, 2000
FAMILY BACKGROUND
Born to a single mother on the world of Xenex in sector 221G, also known as Thallonian space, he was a child during the Danteri occupation of his world and his people's revolution against them. He lived in the small rural town of Roland, well away from most of the fighting and skirmishes, so he and his mother were usually left in peace.
But one day, near the second solstice, a rather unusual thing happened. K'r'z'f'r was attending to his mother while she was ill when he heard a knock on the door. It had been storming for two weeks and the abysmal weather had been effecting the revolution, which normally was a distant event from their little house.
He hesitantly answered the door, finding himself face to face with M'k'n'z'y of Calhoun, leader of the rebellion against the Danteri. He had obviously been fighting recently, as he and his three comrades were covered in small wounds. One of them was being half-carried, his leg torn to shreds.
They asked for aid and shelter from the storm. K'r'z'f'r was concerned about his mother's safety and knew that housing rebels was illegal under Danteri laws, but he allowed them to come in under the condition that they left their weapons outside in the shed.
As the storm raged outside, he brought some food and wet cloths to the wounded warriors. His mother was barely conscious due to a high fever, so K'r'z'f'r had his hands full attending to everyone. But the rebels were gracious and M'k'n'z'y of Calhoun helped keep an eye on his mother's condition.
But then there was another knock at the door. The rebels hid in the back room with his mother while K'r'z'f'r went to answer the door. When he opened it, he came face to face with a haggard trio of Danteri soldiers. They obviously were exhausted as they explained that rebels had destroyed their food convoy a week ago and they hadn't had shelter or food since the fighting began. They begged him to let them have board for the night.
K'r'z'f'r nervously looked over his shoulder, then told the Danteri that he would allow them to come in only if they left their weapons outside and that they accepted his present company. The beleaguered soldiers accepted the terms and trudged inside. Both they and the rebels were mildly surprised to discover each other, but they were all too weak in body and spirit to fight. K'r'z'f'r said that if they would all sit down, he would prepare a meal. The idea of food lightening the mood, the soldiers and rebels complied. The Danteri had a medic among them who even began helping both the wounded rebel and K'r'z'f'r's mother.
They all ate together and talked about the horrible weather and even about the revolution. It was here that K'r'z'f'r learned an important lesson. M'k'n'z'y spoke of the harshness of the occupation while the soldier medic brought up the point that they hated the occupation, too. They would rather be back on their own world. Both sides realized that they wanted the same thing. Unfortunately, only M'k'n'z'y was in a position of any influence, and he was on the 'wrong' side. He would have to keep on fighting.
The next day, his mother was feeling better and both the rebels and the soldiers were ready to leave. The Danteri showed the rebels a safe way out of area, while M'k'n'z'y warned them to stay away from certain probable targets of a future rebel assault. He also told them that they should do everything in their power to leave Xenex; M'k'n'z'y planned on winning the revolution and expelling all Danteri.
But K'r'z'f'r had seen a moment where both sides could find enough common ground to peacefully sit and eat together, and this would shape his philosophy later in life.
Later, when the revolution was over, K'r'z'f'r was entered into the security forces for the Xenexian diplomatic team, and through them found out about the Federation. He applied to join Starfleet at the age of 20, and was quickly accepted.
PHYSICAL & PSYCHOLOGICAL
BACKGROUND
Physical
Data:
Tall 6'2", slim 160 lbs, golden eyes, dark brown hair. He is clean-shaven and quick to smile, but is eyes are always in a serious set gaze. He is certainly attractive, but always distant.
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Psychological Data:
Very calm and reserved. He is the quintessential diplomat and uses words rather than actions whenever necessary. Despite this, when he is angered and violence is necessary, he is quite deadly. He likes music and plays the Klingon drums (which makes most music lovers wonder how he can love music when he plays an instrument that can only be termed as destructive). He likes Klingon culture, despite having to fight them on more than one occasion, and he speaks Klingon. He likes chess (in any dimension) and terrace. He considers himself a replicator food artiste' and has been known for more than one replicator disaster. He is also an exemplary runner.
STARFLEET RECORD
Assigned to the USS Farragut as a security officer (saw the evacuation of the Enterprise -D- crew from its crash site) Later assigned to Deep Space Nine as conflicts with the Klingon Empire escalated. Saw lots of battle with Klingons and Dominion forces. (His knowledge of Klingon hand to hand combat made him quite formidable, especially with the D'k'tahg)
While he has in the past made a good security chief or officer, he has pursued a command position to prepare for an eventual captaincy several years down the road.
EVENT
HISTORY
To come.