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About Cadet T'Mer

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    Cadet
  • Birthday 03/10/1950

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    Not a member of UFOP: SB 118
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    Security

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    Marina, CA
  • Interests
    Writing SciFi short stories

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  1. Well, I guess I overworked my character. When it said write, I wrote it from a different point of view. The problem is that the instructions never said you can only write your character's entrance only once. So like a crazed woman, I wrote my character from different ideas. Sorry
  2. HMMM its something to contemplate making captain. I have an idea for a ship, and a crew that goes back to the days of the "Perimeter Action Ships", and the Akyazi, Arbitur, class ships. Small 70 man ships able to warp at more than WF 15, included is a Cloaking devices (yes they had them)....And being a Elasian/Human now in charge of her own ship, the possibilities of doing more things begins to intrigue me....
  3. "Maayong adlaw - (have) a nice day), I'd like to say Hello. I recently joined SB118 and read up on what to do and now that I'm now accepted for training as a cadet, I would like to introduce myself. My name is Cameron, but you can call me Cam. The Monterey Peninsula is my home, but currently living in the City of Marina. I'm married with three grown sons, and three grandchildren. I've never played any of the games, HALO, GOW, COD, Battlefield or whatever there is for you guys to play. But recently I decided to join Starfleet International, and play the part of a Security Officer. Its kind of strange that some years ago I had found SB118, but decided at the time that it wasn't for me, so now here I am, a retired Federal Government Employee whose background is in Law Enforcement. But now I"m writing a SciFiction book, or short story, and decided that maybe SB118 would be another outlet for my creative mind. I am simming for a new cadet called "T'Mir Duhaylungsod", who's half Elasian (TOS "The Elaan of Troyois"), and Human of Filipino background. My character is somewhat of a hardass, more into the warrior phase, and as a woman, she has this haughty attitude, thinks men are only meant to be a contributor of DNA, and to make it interesting; she's also Transgendered, which bothers her, Since she comes from a Warrior Culture. Anyway, she's statuesque; standing at around 6'7", and weighs around 395 lbs, and can bench press around 350 lbs. But she does have some endearing qualities, she likes animals, even a pet rodent is great, she's also a big ham when she gets drunk, and sometimes when she's kind of sad, she tends to be maternal wanting to be a mother to most of her friends and even classmates... Anyway, I'm hoping to grow T'mir through my association with SB118... ike ThisQuoteMultiQuote
  4. News spreads fast on SB118, and when it involved another Starfleet officer a Cadet no doub, it didn't take long before Assistant Chief of Security; Lt Hamilton Burger arrived at the transporter station to await their rather very different and difficult new cadet to SB118. There were stories on the cadet, most of them glowing with very satisfactory marks on her tests, but her psychological test, and her Brigs Meyer Diagnostic test for interpersonal relationships were dismal, but as the psychologist at Starfleets Mental Health division said, her interpersonal relationships would in time get better. As Lt. Burger arrived, he found Chief Benson the Transporter CPO standing at the controls watching the boards lights now at all green, and then a message came in; "Sir if's from the USS Benton Harbor's Chief of Security". Listening, Lt. Burger took the control and pressed a button, then said, "This is Lt. Burger, the Assistant chief of Security for Starbase 118." Lt. Burger pushed the button and said "to whom am I speaking to?" "Lt. Burger", the voice at the other end said, "this is Lt. Norah Annore, and in a few minutes you're going to get one of my best cadets, and from reading her academy transcripts she's one of the best cadets to go through the Security School", however she does have one small problem". "She's got a bad temper and an attitude the size of a Sovereign Starship, but don't let her bravado fool you, she's good, she knows her stuff, and she doesn't take "no" for an answer very well. But pound for pound, she's one Cadet that I'd rather have with me in a fight, if my life depended on it." "Well any questions"? There was one question that Lt. Burger had, he said Lt. Annore; "what is her race", you make her seem like a [...]ed off Klingon who's been on a three day drunk. Lt. Annore said, "I seem to have forgotten".... She's "ELasian", and Human. Her mother comes from the planet Elas and her father Philippine Colony at the Ilonggo Federation and is a general of their Constabulary. "Thanks Lt. Burger said", then with nothing else "Lt. Annore said your new Cadet is now beaming over, and with nothing else; I'm signing off". Suddenly the transporter room begin to hum softly, and within seconds the transporter chamber was now bathed in a cornucopia of bright lights. Within the lights both the Lieutenant and Chief Benson watched the light becoming, and with Chief Benson now receiving the whoever it was inside the chamber he began making a few adjustments to his control panel, and now they could see at first a ghostly image, and within seconds the ghostly image became solid, and in another nanosecond the lights stopped flashing, and soon there was a woman inside the chamber. For 4th year Cadet T'MIR Mabagnan, she never liked the idea of being sent through thousands of kilometers of dark empty space, and reappearing at a far distant place. Though the use of Transporters had been in use on Elas for well over 300 years, she still didn't like her atoms being destroyed at the point of origin, and being reconstructed at its terminal end, but this was Starfleet. Standing there inside the transporter chamber she could see both the Lieutenant and the Chief looking at her, not sure of what was inside the chamber. Getting down off the platform she stood at over 6'8" in height, and weighed in at around 295 lbs. For an Elasian she was of normal height and it didn't hurt if her father who was Filipino was also over 6'1 inches in height. Standing there in her dark gray Cadet uniform, T'Mer stood at attention, and saluted both Lt. Burger, and the Chief, then presented to Lt. Burger; her Personal and Academy Identity microchip to him. Taking the small 1.5 cm by 1.8 cm chip he said "Welcome aboard Starbase 118; Cadet T'Mer the said follow me. With the both of them now gone, Chief Benson sat down and began to dream of the Cadet, but within seconds the dream or whatever he had in his mind slowly went away. Following Lt. Benson, T'mer found SB118 a massive facility, as Lt. Benson began a short, but to the point briefing of SB118's main highlights. Soon they reached the command level, and going through many officers Lt. Benson turned a corner, and there was the Security Officer, with a non-security trained crewman manning the desk. watching from his desk the crewman just stared as both Lt. Burger and T'mir went to a large office. Taking the chip he was carrying, he inserted it into the slot in his desk, and soon Cadet T'Mer's personal record came up, and he read the comments on her last psych exam, which said. STAR FLEET MEDICAL Psychological Division ELBA II Dr. Karaba, Chief Psychologist. Cadet T'MIR MAGBANGAN has passed all of her psychological tests with flying colors, but does have the beginnings of Type 1 Neural muscular atrophy, or "Anxiety", which is caused by stress complex brought on by her Elasian heritage, and social/psychological conditioning. She has been prescribed medication especially made for her, which has helped her to combat the stress anxiety normally found in all cadets, especially among the 4th year classes. The stress complex can occur when she is under great emotional strain, resulting in a haughty, and arrogant attitude. During these periods she is subject to voicing her oppositions, and takes out her aggression by throwing objects at people. Though this strain is short lived much to the embarrassment of Cadet T'MER, there is nothing in her psychological workup to show that her short lived aggressive tendencies will result in harm to anyone. At this time, there are no medications available to control her short lived aggressive tendencies, except that having her calm down seems to work. With no further complications noted in Cadet T'MER's other psychological tests, I hereby authorize her for further training, and continued participation in Star Flet. Signed, Dr. Noel Livingston, VADM Chief of Psychiatry & Space Flight Medicine ELBA II Star fleet command After reading her lengthy medical and personal record, Lt. Burger looked at Cadet T'MER and said; "quite a background that you have cadet. "Yes sir" replied T'MER, but my psychological records will have no bearing on how I do my work in Starfleet. "I'd like to get on with the processing and in briefing, sir: so I can continue with my course of work, and I do believe that your personnel are short at this moment?
  5. How many times can we write the sceanario? Can you take your character and do multiple scenarios and ideas using your idea?
  6. Even though space was the same, the lighting system inside SB118 had been programmed to change to simulate an earth-like 24 hour day clock. For the 200 or so Cadets in their 4th year of training, they had been given the opportunity to actually pilot a starship to Starbase 118 for their final space flight exam. Now with a job well done, the Cadets had been granted eight hours of liberty to visit, and see a massive starbase at work. For T'Mir and ten of her classmates from College of Starfleet Security, their visit would be with the Chief of Starbase Security, Vice Admiral Janet Logan, who was expecting the ten cadets, to be her guest for the next seven days. For Admiral Logan it was her poilicy to have the top 5% of the class join her security foces at Starbase 118, where they would work with her staff, sit in the staff meetings, and learn how a Starbase Security Force worked. Studying at the Academy was one thing, but being out in the real world was something else. But for now all of the 200 cadets were out enjoying themselves on the Promenaded deck visiting the many hundreds of shops, visiting the coffee bars, eating dinner at some of the best restaurants at the base. And for some, there were a few that loved to visit the Starbase's central library to see some of the well preserved books from the early 20th century. As the USS Ranger left, T'Mir being the most senior cadet took her group to see Admiral Logan. There they were introduced to her various chiefs of their department from patrol, investigations, forensics, administrations, command, and exterior patrol that would use the smaller two to four man security shuttles to patrol outside the massive complex, and during the next week they would be working in the various departments to see which one they liked. For T'Mir she had always set her sights as being the Chief of Security for either a Starship, Starbase or the Diplomatic Corp, while the other choose admiistration, patrol, logistics, and Jail operations. Even on a massive Starbase where there were over 100,000 people at one time, the need for a smaller 200 man prison was always needed, until the convicted could be turned over to a Federation Police Unit for transport to one of the few UFP Prison Colonies. But for now, as T'Mir and her classmates all stood in line inside the large quartermaster department, they were all issued the standard older "Red Shirts", black pants, boots, and black tee shirts. AFter receiving their uniforms, they went to another line where they received their bedding, and last they were all inside the large armory where they would be issued a phaser set to three settings; Phaser 1, which was programmed to fire a blast rendering a subject unconscious for a few minutes; Phaser 2 which was programmed to render a subject unconscious for thirty minutes, and Phaser 3, programmed to render a subject unconscious for an hour, enough time to transport the sleeping subject to a waiting security paddy wagon. After being assigned, but not issued their Phasers until they went on regular duty, they returned back to the conference room with their supplies, and introduced to the ten Senior Security offices who they would be paired up with. Since T'Mir had requested to be on patrol she was paired with Lt. Ron Quicksilver, an older human who was in his mid 40's. After each of the cadets met their partners who would be with them for the next seven days, they all left with them to find their rooms. It took T'Mir and the other cadets a few minutes to find their respective rooms. For T'Mir when Lt. Quicksilver opened the room, she found it was large, and with a second bed that was covered with uniforms, books, papers, old food packets, it took her a few minutes to clean off the bed, and then stow her gear in the second locker in the room. Taking a few minutes to dress in her security uniform, she saw herself in the mirror. Removing her gray Academy Uniform, the change to the security uniform was a shock in her transformation. Her colorful shirt, black pants, and shiny boots were a change from the dark gray uniform of the academy. Here stood a real security officer, and as she stood there, she heard Lt. Quicksilver say, its time for dinner, you can admire yourself later when we get back....And as the two left the room, the pneumatic doors slammed shut with a soft whoosh....
  7. For T'Mir it had been a long time in coming, Max Billard, had before he had his unfortunate accident at the hands of T'Mir had been on a Hit List on the Department of Diplomatic Security. Long known throughout the many inner circles of the DDS as the one man who had attempted to kill the Andorian Ambassador while in the company of the Federation Ambassador to Elas. With the aborted assassination attempt which left UFP Ambassadors seriously wounded, section 56 a little known but much feared section had been alerted. "Known in some circles as bounty hunters", they were even much powerful than the Federations Secret Police, only getting their orders from the UFP President. Giving the mission to T'Mir she had scoured the entire quadrant, and finally after locating Max on SB118, she had made careful plans. Finally after activating her plans, she had struck, and now with her final mission now completed, she would go through the debriefing process. The debriefing process involved completely re-engineering her body to look like another, from her sex/gender, hair, eyes, skin color, to including a complete memory block of her activities within Section 56. Once her memory had been erased, she would be given a new set of memories tailored for her. Now it was time, and soon she'd be some else and with no memory of her past life, it would be as though she had never existed... Now it was time, and as SB118 security forces were looking for a woman who's only description was she wore black, T'Mir quickly changed, and soon, a woman came out of the womens resroom, boarded one of the turbolifts to the waiting passenger dock, and after getting back on, she quickly disappeared into the bowels of the massive star liner. Its next stop would be Elas her home. Now with the ship backing away from her mooring lines, T'Mir began to silently smile. Now she could actually relax, and who knows, maybe she'd try her hand at joining Starfleet, she heard from a lot of people that they were always looking for a "RedShirt".....
  8. For the Transporter Chief, today was a typical Monday morning in the office. Running one of the personnal transporters on Starbase 118, he had been at work for the last three hours, transporting people to and from various destinations on SB118. From people beaming over who had been to one of the several thousands of weekend parties all over Starbase 118, and were now nursing one hell of a hangover, to regular workers using the transporters to quickly head for their work stations, the day was going to be very interesting. During times when there wasn’t anything to do, Mr. Runyon would polish the metal transporter control panel, sweep out the corners of the transporter room, and if he had time, he’d make sure one of the florists from the Promenade would bring a small bouquet of flowers all grown in Starbase 118’s massive horticultural gardens. Believing that a bit of civility, and getting away from sterile world of Starfleet, and Starbase 118, people that usually beamed to his transporter room were happy to see something growing instead of the regulation plastic flowers, and plants that seemed to be what they were, artificial objects. As he cleaned he heard the slight hum coming from the Transporter pads, and rushing to the control panel, he watched as the lights began to get brighter, and in the middle of the lights he could see the shape of something that was now beaming over. Suddenly reading the object in the transporter beam was human or alien, he adjusted the controls, and within a few seconds the object that had been inside the beam of lights solidified into the shape of an older woman. Wearing black pants, boots, a low cut black cotton blouse, he was mesmerized by the woman standing on the transporter pads. Suddenly the woman got out, and as she stepped out of the transporter chamber he didn’t realize how tall she was. The woman who he suspected was around in her middle 40’s, climbed out of the chamber, now standing on the floor, the statuesque’s woman who now stood at around 6-2”, and weighed around 230 lbs, walked up to him and said in a soft, but intimidating tone of voice asked “Where may I find Mundok’s bar?” Seeing her strangly feminine face that had a slight male look to it, and staring at her large breasts, all he said that if she took the turbolifts, they would take her to where she wanted to go. Saying thank you, the woman easily picked up her small metal suitcase, and walked out of the transporter room, and into the heavy flow of pedestrian traffic. Everywhere she went, people tend to stare, and say something, but she wasn’t worried about what a few hundred humans said, especially since she was a Elasian Transgendered woman, whose father was Elasian, and her mother was of Filipino heritage. But it was her beauty that seemed to captivate everyone. Her deep brown eyes, dark upswept eyebrows, her brown skin that seemed to look like caramel, and high cheekbones, and the typical Filipino nose all of these made her somewhat of a beauty. But now with the amount of people now beginning to grow in size in the vast promenade, she took four turbolifts, and now in the lower level of the Dungeon, she found what she was looking for, “Mundok’s” bar, a seedy bar that had seen better times. This place is a very dark hang out. It is not up on the promenade, but down in the bowels of Starbase 118 that everyone calls the "Dungeon," specifically on Deck 1068. With thousands of people from all over the quadrant, many wanted a place that was out of the sight of most regular people, and would cater to people who wanted to be left alone. With the best liquor from over the quadrant, and enough credits, a person drown his or her sorrows without being bothered. If there were fights, many of them were covered up, and the disposal units were sometimes clogged up with a body. But for the most part, the bar was quiet, and as far as T’Mir was concerned this was one place she wanted to go to. For T’Mir walking in the bar was something, with only 20 patrons, the long bar was empty, with some of the people in one of the booths either drinking or sleeping off a hangover. When she walked in, people looked at her, like she was fresh meat, but with a quick stare, and a hand that went to a handle of a knife in her belt, the people just looked away. Finding a lonely table in the bar, she sat down and ordered a large stein of beer. And just watched everyone inside Mundok’s. Soon her beer came, and now drinking heartily, as she began to relax, a big heavy set male came in the bar, and ordered a large beer. Seeing that he seemed to be a regular, she went back to what she was doing, and soon as she sat there, the man came over, and now standing over her table he said, “How about letting me sit down next to you”. Smiling and saying “No thank you, I rather drink alone”. Not taking no for an answer, he asked her three more times, and it was the same answer. Now sensing that there was a change to the man, T’Mir slipped her hand down to her left boot, and felt the small sharp knife that was inside its carier. Continuing to ask her, and telling him the same answer, T’Mir sense a sudden change. It wasn’t something you could see, but it was something that in her training, she knew the danger signal. Suddenly erupting before he could do anything, as he tried to go for his own knife to stab her, she had already grabbed her small Karambit, and as he brought up his arm, she locked it, and began to slash away at his entire arm, working her way up and down the arm and upper shoulders, then she punctured his right side numerous time. Now beginning to panic, he once again tried to pull out a knife with his free hand, then she broke it, and caved in his right knee. Now down on the ground, and unable to get up, he tried one more time to hit her, when she slammed him up against a wall, and as he came down, she aimed a kick to his throat, killing him. With everyone now stunned, she calmly wiped her hands on his clothes, then walked out of the bar, and disappeared into the crowded promenade. As the security people came as soon as they were called less than an hour later, the dead man who was identified as a leading kingpin in the burgeoning drug market on Starbase 118, was bagged and thrown into a large cart. As the Chief of Security finished up his investigation, he said ‘Whoever killed Max Billard” did the Federation a service. With him now dead, there’s going to be a big turf war here on Starbase 118. And I would be happy to shake that persons hand.
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