Age: 28
Place of Birth: Mars
Gender: Female
Occupation: Pilot, Space-superiority (fighter)
Rank (If Applicable): Captain (O-3)
Appearance: Short blonde hair and sharp blue eyes that seldom blink, Jessica is usually seen wearing a broad, toothy smile that makes it seem as if she considers the world - and the people in it - her own private joke. Her hands and forearms are flecked with the countless scars of the working class, and if she's ever seen outside of her beloved flightsuit it's a rare day.
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 130lbs
Personality: Jessica earns her callsign and then some. Her semi-permanent smile can run the gauntlet from general good cheer to homicidal glee, and her tendancy to laugh uproariously in mid-dogfight has more then once landed her in a psyche eval at the request of her commanders. Eerie sense of humor asside, Jessica is a friendly individual with a relaxed, almost lazy outlook on life that sometimes rankles the more this-mans-navy type. She has taken to her pilot's wings with all the enthusiasm and good-natured ego of more traditional fighter pilots, and can often be found bragging about her (actually considerable) skills.
General:
Likes: Alchohol, fighting, flying, anything worth a laugh, litterature, and theoretical physics. Yeah, you read that right.
Dislikes/Phobias: Formation, paperwork, fear of water. (You try learning to swim on a dustball like Mars)
Quirks/Idiosyncrasies: Electrical Mechanic. Cant swim. Enjoys reading such classics as MacBeth and the Illiad.
Tools/Equipment: Rapier II - Space Superiority fighter.
The backbone of the Federation's starfighter fleet, the Rapier is a Jack of All Trades, Master of None. The quintessential superiority craft, the Rapier's engines (a full half of the weight and mass) impart above-average speed and manueverability, and its 6-gun spread (4 ballistic and 2 wingtip laser) give it the teeth to make it a grave threat even ignoring its 6 internal-bay anti-fighter missiles. With its structure dedicated to dealing damage, it can be seen as less armored than other fighter classes, but its 'go anywhere, do anything' profile has made it the favored craft of Federation pilots across known space. It has the ability to recover the ejected pods of other pilots (2 max, one behind the cockpit and one below the nose), and its own ejection pod grants the pilot with a 3-day supply of emergency oxygen, as well as a powerful distress beacon.
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Brief Background History: Raised on the Mars colony with spacedock parents, Jessica learned quickly about machines and their personalities, habits, and abilities. She proved an adept driver and mechanic even before she joined the military; jumping at the first chance to get her boots off of the red Martian dirt. As a flight deck crewman, she maintained several types of shuttlecraft, fighters, and gunboats; earning her stripes as a wrench-turner.
Her moment came several years into her enlisted career when her small patrol ship was ambushed by a ragtag pirate force. Unfortunately for the ship; a lucky torpedo found its way to the hull and detonated. It obliterated the crew quarters, taking with it most of the vessel's scrambling pilots. With empty cockpits and the outlaws swarming, Jessica essentialy (and litteraly) said "Fuck it." and sat herself down in a light fighter.
Already trained to run the engines and maneuver the craft around the bay; it was a short leap of skills to goose the fighter out into the void to join the fray. Once there, Jessica discovered an inate talent for dealing death in space; dancing her ship through enough kills to drive off the enemy as well as earn her the enviable title of an enlisted Ace. After a review of the incident and on the reccomendation of the ship's captain, Jessica was promoted to Flight Officer, and was sent back out into the fleet with a permanent pilot assignment.
During the Salient's recent engagement, Hyena was responsible for several more kills while flying escort for gunship crews.
