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Myka Von Fartherling

''Either fight with me, or get out!''

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a character in “Star Trek Cold Front”, as played by xfaithyx123


Character Information
Name: Myka Von Fartherling
Position: Assistant Chief Intelligence Officer
Rank: Lieutenant
Gender: Female
Species: Half breed Bajoran
Age: 26
Place of Birth: Bajoris the homeworld of the Bajorans. Bajor is a Class M planet that has five moons. A Day on Bajor has 26 hours. Bajor's atmosphere has a greenish tint; as a result, oceans viewed from space will appear more green than blue.
Bajor, the seventh planet in the system, orbits the star Bajor-B'hava'el in the Bajoran sector. Other inhabited planets in the Bajoran star system include Andros (Bajor VIII), a Class K planet (similar to Mars) and the fifth moon of Bajor, Jeraddo

Physical Appearance
Height: 6'0 foot
Weight: 152 IBS
Hair Color: Light chocolate brown
Eye Color: Pale blue grey
Physical Description: Myka as short hair, a rich tanned complexion that has no blemishes, she does have a light dusting of freckles on her cheeks and arms though. She also has a scar on her lower back to the side from a slash of a sword. Tall, slender with notable curves and the unusual feature of long red claws, not nails. She also has the rare feature of bone spikes down her spinal cord that protrude from her specially designed clothing, her ears even have bone spiked tips on the tips of her ears.

Spouse: N/A
Children: N/A
Father: Ulyssess Von Fatherling - Unknown (Alien). Alive, Criminal.
Mother: Grinda Von Fartherling - Bajoran. Alive.
Brother(s): Faron Von Fatherling - Bajoran, Alive, Oldest. Seth Von Fartherling - Bajoran, Alive, Second Oldest.
Sister(s): Sareh Von Fatherling - Bajoran, Alive, Third oldest. Michella Von Fartherling - Half Breed Bojaran, Deceased, Twin.
Other Family: Unknown (Father's side)


General Overview:
On Duty: She is efficient, calculated, and keeps emotions out of her work unless compassion is necessary to get something done. Though she is easy to anger when under pressure but she gets her job done regardless. But if she sees someone she cares about stressed or hurt she will become panicked.

Off Duty: She is a loving, gentle girl, with a fiery temper. She is positive and giving. She will however stand up if she feels threatened or wronged and will sort differences out in talking and if need be, violence.

Strengths & Weaknesses:
Bajorans fit the general humanoid pattern very well. By far the most obvious difference is the small ridge where the nose meets the brow, although many races have similar, the Bajoran look is quite unique and characteristic. Bajoran life span is now increasing following the harsh times of the Occupation where life expectancy plummeted to 78 years. It is presently quoted by the Bajoran Medical Council as 137 years, but people of 165 years and over have been reported in Bajoran history.

The Bajoran body is slightly more sturdy than Terrans due to a more developed bone structure, especially the spine which is a weak point in Terran anatomy. It is much more difficult for example for a Bajoran to break his neck leading to death than a Terran. Ancient historical texts shows that in Hand- to-Hand combat puncturing the opponents heart by penetrating the chest cavity was the easiest method to ensure death.

Due to the Occupation, Medical research was very much stopped. Many Sects worked on Genetics in order to create better plants to feed the refugees, but also sadly to develop Biological weapons to use against the Cardassians. During a purge of underground laboratories on Bajor, many leading Geneticists were killed by the Cardassians. Now the Federation has brought its much needed advanced Medical knowledge to the planet.

Will disclose in rp!

Hobbies & Interests:
Writing, Drawing, dancing, combat training (Close, hand to hand as well as climbing and guns), Running, hanging out with friends, eating mints...


Will disclose in rp!

Service Record:
(2384 - 2388) Cadet - Starfleet Academy [Cadet]
(2388 - 2390) Intelligence Officer - USS {name} [Ensign]
(2390 - 2392) Intelligence Officer - Starbase 84 [Lieutenant JG]
(2392 - present) Assistant Chief Intelligence Officer - USS Albion [Lieutenant]

So begins...

Myka Von Fartherling's Story

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Character Portrait: Anthony Kell Character Portrait: Virana Kalre Character Portrait: Dorath Yevel Character Portrait: Myka Von Fartherling Character Portrait: Tyvya Idrani Character Portrait: Hannam Letant
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Captain Anthony Kell

His decision to congregate in the officer lounge was his and his alone. It was not that he disrespected authority and formalities as he understood the need for such, but he also wholeheartfully believed in the formal informalities where everyone can simply be themselves. Sure the Albion was at the fore-front of the approaching Klingon-Federation war by being the Task Force's Flagship, but with such importance to the success of their missions, it was as critically important for each other to work together and knowing each other's strengths and weaknesses to make the best decisions at a moment's notice.

One-by-one, each of his senior staff begun entering their unexpected meeting place, but of course Anthony's intentions did not rest in giving orders but give each one a chance to meet him in a less than formal surrounding, as well as meeting their fellow comrades in less than formal surroundings. His father of course was much more stricter on protocol, having the belief that all crew should respect, acknowledge and be fully aware of the chain of command, as well as the reinforcement of discipline. Sure Anthony believed in all that too but there were more important items on his agenda.

The crew of the Albion will be at the eye of the storm, thrown into the abyss with such trying and difficult times ahead. In comparison with the earlier days of the Federation, there was not at the forefront of exploration but at the forefront of war, war which brought destruction and death in its wake. If anything, Anthony hoped that the war would not occur but there was not a chance that Klingons would pull back from former Romulan space and give back to what remains of the Romulan Star Empire, so the war was inevitable.

Of all people that understood to an extent what Anthony was like, was his former comrade, now Chief of Security, Tyvya Idrani who was first to enter with the formality even if it was obvious that he was aiming for the meeting to be informal, "Lieutenant Commander Tyvya Idrani, reporting for duty, sir". Anthony could still remember the times that he and Tyvya had each others' back on the Chesapeake since she was part of his security team. She knew sometimes that Anthony had his own ways which seemed to succeed, he was certainly confident of her abilities and that she would make a great security chief which was why he was quick to accept her application. Even more interesting was for her assistant chief which would be bound to raise some controversy, but if anything was learnt in earlier human history, mistakes are made and not all are responsible for the actions of some so he hoped things would work out for Dezhe.

This whole meeting is in itself a test as he reviews his senior staff, but not everyone would agree with his ways and those who are confused as Celeste asked after her introduction, "May I inquire as to why we are meeting here?", only for his answer to be spoken by Virana Kalre who seemed to be pleased with his choice, "If I may say Captain, its a pleasant change to meet somewhere less...formal", which caused Anthony to lift his free hand towards her to give the notion that she had essentially spoken what he was to say to respond to Celeste's question as he continued, "Some may disagree, but I feel the best start would be somewhere more relaxed. We have plenty of time to be all serious afterall", smiling and giving a sharp nod to Virana, already pleased since it meant she understood his reasoning or at least some of it.

Following Virana was another comrade of his from the Chesapeake, Harper West who served as his Marine Commander who congratulated him on his position informally, which was just what he wanted. On many vessels, the strict type were usually the type officers did not get along with and was someone those lower in the chain could not get along with or approach with complaints, but Anthony wished to be approachable and understandable, being respectful and open to all regardless of rank though such didn't mean he didn't regard rank.

Of course one in particular who he believed would be on strict on rank and discipline, perhaps even moreso than his father was "Commander Hannam Letant, reporting for duty" as she nodded to him sternly before moving aside almost immediately. Following her was Captain Erik Gunnarson, Marine Executive Officer and Chief Engineer, Lieutenant Commander Ex'Ian, giving each of them a friendly nod and smile to welcome them, before one by one, each of the senior staff begun to divide up as each got to speak with each other; Dorath and Celeste, Virana and Harper, Tyvya with Dezhe and Erik and a conversation even brewing with his first officer with Ex'Ian, so he was glad that she was opening up in that sense and trying his approach more than rejecting it. It was all positive and seemed his test was working out as he had hoped.

=A= "Lieutenant Ral to Captain" =A=

As soon as his commbadge chirped, his initial thoughts was what this could be about and secondly, why Lieutenant Ral wasn't where he was supposed to report to. Nevertheless, it must be for something important to contact him in these circumstances. Anthony gave a smile to the assistant chief of operations who he was conversing with as he had begun to mingle, only to pull to the side to respond so that this call wasn't disturbing what had been achieved so far, but at the back of his mind he felt this union was about to be over. Oh well, there was always another time.

=A= Kell here =A=

=A= Sorry to disturb you Captain but there is a romulan vessel on approach =A=

=A= Lifesigns? =A=

=A= Seems to be a very undermanned crew as only reading few lifesigns......using the sensor readings from what was given to us by the Romulans, am reading.....1, only 1 sir, and from what I can tell, the ship is on an intercept course to the starbase" =A=

Anthony closed his eyes since unfortunately things were starting already, what made it even more difficult to understand was the fact it was a romulan vessel when the remnants like Hannam's crew had joint with the Federation. =A= Contact Starbase to release docking clamps and start up the engines immediately, and contact transport chief to operate in two minutes. Kell out =A= now being left with no other choice, he then returned to the crowds until he was somewhat in the middle, clapped his hands together to cease the conversation that had now erupted around the room to get everyone's attention, "If I can have everyone's attention.....thank you! First of all I'd like to thank you all for coming, not that you had a choice but still, but going to have to cut this really short which is not what I wanted at the least but least you managed to put a face to a name", giving a smile before continuing, "In about thirty seconds you will all be transported to your stations as seems we got ourselves a bit of trouble, I am positively sure that we can put a stop to it, 100% sure we can so let's work together on this", ending with a clap before Anthony disappeared from the room, as one-by-one disappeared from the room also.

Re-appearing in the bridge, Anthony looked down to where Lieutenant Ral was, and then around the room as his senior bridge personnel appeared one by one, as he tapped his commbadge, =A= Kell to Ex'Ian, be advised we shall be leaving dock earlier than planned with a possible fire fight so be ready down there.....Kell to Medical, though I do not anticipate casualties, please be at the ready just incase.....Kell out =A=. With the relevant departments informed, he then turned to everyone else, "For our situation, we have a one-manned romulan vessel on an intercept course to the starbase, our task is to intervene and apprehend the lone ranger", using terminology intentionally associated with Earth's past, but 'lone' was enough to suggest that they were after the culprit behind the attack, "Lieutenant Ral, activate thrusters and let's get away from these shackles.....any suggestions?", the latter part of his statement directing at the rest of his senior staff to hear their input while Dion was tasked with getting the ship out of the dock.......

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Myka was with Dion, walking side to side with him, as she was the Assistant Chief Intelligence Officer she was tasked to look into the ship's mainframes and gather information from it as well as make up blueprints of said ship for further examination to find and understand the ship's strengths and weaknesses, possibly upgrading the Flagship Albion itself to a point until materials and resources are needed to complete said upgrades.

Myka was tall, slender with curves, dressed in a rather attractive, red leather suit with a white top to it, the trims laced in silver. It was sleeveless. She walked with confidence and presence but the sway of her hips could be distracting in her skin tight suit that was zipped up from the left side of her body. Her hair was short, a light chocolaty brown that was styled back, her right ear had a silver Bajoran earring, but had unusual pointed tips of her ears that had spiked bone around its shell. Not to mention the spinal cord spikes down her back and her long red claws. She was not completely Bajoran that was for sure but she seemed to be more Bajoran in behavior and culture.

She'd turn her attention to Chief Flight Control Officer, Dion Ral. She spoke with a seductively smooth voice but it was her words that spoke volumes that would surprise most... ''Hi Sir... I am the new Assistant Chief Intelligence Officer... My name is Myka Von Fatherling. I was hoping after this... you could show me around? I haven't been here long...''

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Captain Anthony Kell

As the saying goes, all's fair in love and war so far so good, as each of the senior staff materialised as he intended onto the Bridge and immediately adjusted themselves according to the situation they now faced, both internally and externally. Despite the lack of preparation due to the sudden appearance of the romulan vessel, the crew were responding quickly which was always a good sign, especially on the Flagship that was leading the way. It was one thing to serve on a Flagship, even more so to command a Flagship, but the most important is whether it was a functional Flagship, such that certainly proved to be the case as he heard each of the senior staff communicating with their staff via the comms, followed by the marines and fighters reporting him from Captain Gunnarson and Commander Kalre respectively. No doubt Harper was busy yet it was concerning that he hadn't made a report for his department.

Nevertheless, such matters would be addressed at a later date as Lieutenant Ral activated the ship's thrusters with the ship lunging forwards slowly out of space dock, being cautious not to scratch the paintwork. Usually the first assignment started so smoothly with his piloting being the center of attention as the ship got underway on its maiden voyage, but it seemed that the Albion would not get such a chance and nor would the crew, such that was an implied condition in serving a Flagship no doubt. Nevertheless, things in Starfleet were never what they seem, nor were things ever easy, though there was no harm in putting such ideology across, even in the most serious situations.

"Captain, I suggest we hail them, and if they do not respond, fire a warning shot across their bow and prepare to destroy the ship. Or, if you prefer, we could board the ship ourselves and apprehend the Romulan", Tyvya suggested, followed by Nathan who seemed to have a similar idea, "Hail them sir maybe they are in some kind of distress? Alternatively we could head out towards the ship and try and lock on with our tractor beam sir". Anthony of course had his own plan in mind, but like with the previous meeting in the lounge, he sought to find out what was on the mind of his crew, because at some point he would be part of an away mission and leaving others to continue in his position as he certainly could not be at more than one place at once.

Hannam brought up a significant point that a "regular warbird could be run by just one person", so perhaps this was no regular warbird, or perhaps the sensors were misleading, Afterall, each year advances with developments or introductions of new technology and it was no secret upon the surrender of the Belak that Romulans were being resourceful. There was certainly an element of irony that the Klingons were also being resourceful by the timing of their attack, no matter how wrong the attack was, but clearly the Romulan-Klingon war had certainly put the Federation in a difficult position, such that Hannam highlighted on a more personal level that affected him as she asked, "Captain...If the vessel is piloted by a Romulan, and if he or she requests asylum...will you grant it?". Despite the clear concerns of Hannam's position as a Romulan and Anthony's position as a Starfleet Captain, sitting on the precipace of a potential war, he replied, "Regardless of our circumstances, we cannot change who we are, so by all means asylum would be granted without a doubt", wishing to assure his first officer. Captain Janeway was also put into a similar situation in the Delta Quadrant where she held onto Federation principles regardless of their fight for survival with potential enemies around them and little allies. If Voyager can hold onto principles solo in such conditions, then there was no reason why the Federation or the Albion should not hold onto them also, regardless of relations with the Klingons.

"Well, sir? What are your orders?", Tyvya asked as he pulled away from Hannam and clapped his hands to get attention, "Yes! Lieutenant Ral, move to an intercept course for the romulan warbird. If that doesn't rock their boat, I don't know what will.....", giving his orders and adding a little humour to lighten the mood before proceeding with his remaining orders as he cracked his knuckles and then turning to Nathan, "I would like you to work with the Engineering staff and get to work on preparing a repulsion beam. If the pilot is a desperado, we do not wish to give him or her the means of destablising us"[/b], then turning to Tyvya, "I would like you to work with the marines to prepare to board, though be cautious if the pilot is a desperado or if the scans prove false. Work with Intelligence in that regard and advise medical of possible casualties to prepare for, should the worst-case scenario occur", letting Tyvya take the lead on this one.

There was a greater concern however on Anthony's mind as he tapped his commbadge, =A= Commander Kalre this is Captain Kell. Incase the scan proves false, I would like a squad sent out to scout the area of any possible reinforcements this vessel has, in particular any Klingon activity, just incase this is a ploy which I am not a fan of falling for..... =A= before turning to Hannam incase she had anything to add. Scans certainly proved to be helpful but sometimes they were misleading and the best way to find out was the old fashioned way......

(OOC: I have tagged everyone and divided orders for departmental collaboration which I liked to see between the marines and the fighters. Anyone have any questions, contact me via pm or via ooc. This will also be a good way of seeing who remains and what spots we need to fill)