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Callandra Henderson

Security Captain for Tech Con's PMC

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by barney_fife

Groups

Mercenary group employed by Tech Con in charge of security Tech Con assets on all worlds.
Powerful and ruthless, the McGregor family is an influential Aschen noble family that holds influence over both Aerilon and Tauron.
The Aschen Empire, a massive collection of semi-sovereign provinces that reigns over a great portion of the Milky Way Galaxy, paranoid, arrogant, and cruel, a once prosperous nation spirals into poverty, and self-destruction.

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Tech Con Resource Development Agency

Personnel File




Identity Particulars

Full Name: Callandra Jane Henderson-McGregor
Former Names: Callandra Henderson
Aliases: Cally
Date of Birth: Marcius, 3rd
Place of Birth: Queenstown, Picon

Sex: female
Race: Human, Aschen
Ethnicity: Caprican, Picon
Complexion: Fair
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 120
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown

Scars, Marks, Piercings, and Tattoos: None

Contact Information

Current Permanent Address: Tech Con HQ, 102 Hagan Ave, Wing City, Terra
Seasonal or Other Addresses: None
Work Address: Tech Con HQ
Former Permanent Addresses: 7-88-324 Aestus drive, Queenstown, Picon; 3223 Oak Drive, Qualai, Sagittaria


Home Phone: 265-555-125-55358
Mobile Phone: 265-555-522-78924
Work Phone: 211-254-855-15152
Email: c.henderson@techcon.co.leo.lg

Personal Profile:

Degrees Earned: None
Educational Institutions Attended: Queenstown Basic Academy, Queenstown Mid-level Academy
Occupation: RDA Senior Captain (Security Manager)
Former Occupations: Specialist, Battlestar Langara

Religion: Kobollian, Gemonite Traditionalist
Political affiliation: Nationalist Reformer
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Languages spoken: English, Lingua Anquietas, Odd Langaran
Citizenship: United Aschen Empire
Smoking Habits: None
Alcohol Usage: Yes
Illegal Drug Usage: None
History of Significant Health Problems: Langaran Red-eye.
History of Mental Health Problems: None

Criminal History:

Arrests: None
Criminal Complaints: None.
Indictments: None.
Detainers: Aschen High Space Command.
Traffic Offenses: None

Relationships:

Family
Father: Nicholas Henderson
Mother: Molly Henderson (Nee, Lucien)
Siblings: None
Spouse: None
Children: Denzel Ha'ran McGregor, Marlene Angel McGregor

Associates:
Helena Cain, Former Chairman of the Aschen High Space Command
Claire Angelique, Former Minister of Defense
Kara Thrace, Captain, Battlestar Acropolis
Paul Wolfe, Operations Section One
Jane Travell, High Chancellor, Aschen Ministry of Law
George, Director of the LDA
Millicent Centovan, Police Chief, Gaoth Police Department
Richard Adar, President of the Aschen Confederation
Sire Thomas Zarek, Parliament Sagittaron
Raphael McGregor, God-Emperor

So begins...

Callandra Henderson's Story

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The night had bathed Wing City in blackness, and the orange light of Wing City's streetlamps brought their soft glow on the off white Tech Con Toyota hiLux

The bright white headlamps illuminated the street before her, music playing softly in the background. And the shouts of a young woman, Callandra Henderson rang through the cab of the truck.

"...I don't care what that frak Dominic has to say. Miles Hagan signs my paychecks, and I take orders from him, not his halfwit son." She argued on the telephone, to the voice on the other end.

"Gods damnit listen to me. Dominic can suck a dick. I've got a lumbering operation to protect." She shouted, catching a glimpse of headlights in oncoming traffic. A drunk driver had veered into the oncoming lane, causing Cally to drop her phone and jerk the wheel sharply to the left.

Wheels screeched on wet pavement, and the truck clipped it's rear on the oncoming car before spinning across the street and impacting a large tree on the sidewalk, before rolling twice and slamming, drivers side into a light pole, sending metal shards, glass, and debris in all directions.

The glowing screen of a cell phone skittered across the street, and the truck rest silently on the sidewalk, bearing Caprican plates, and Tech Con's logo on the side.

The drunk driver was long gone, and the unconscious driver of the truck sat slumped in the drivers seat.

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Jack was walking down the sidewalk opposite of the accident. He witnessed the entire event. When it happened the man was struck dumb for a split second. As the drunk driver peeled off down the road, Jack memorized the plates as best as he could with a quick glance. He took off at a dead sprint toward the white truck.

"Hey, are you alright!" shouted Jack at the woman slumped against the steering wheel. He was at the passenger side and Jack quickly moved to the driver's side.

"Are you conscious? If you are conscious I need you to say something to me, ma'am," said Jack in a clear voice. "Just make a sound for me, alright? Everything will be okay." He gauged the damage done to the woman. Jack stuck his hand in through the shattered window of the driver's side and checked for a pulse on the woman.

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The woman was soaked in blood, which was running down her forehead and along her cheeks, down her nose and down the front of her uniform. The uniform itself was rather unmistakeable, a light gray military cut BDU top with small golden diamond shaped rank insignia pinned to the collar, a black belt, and BDU pants. All of it was covered in blood and grime.

The woman's pulse was slow, but steady, and she was completely unconscious. Her seatbelt was jammed, and the pungent smell of fuel began to permeate the air.

The truck was completely smashed, almost to the point where it was almost unrecognizable.

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"Shit, this isn't good," Jack hissed between his teeth. He knew immediately that this woman was Aschen. There was no mistaking one of her kind. He was a Terran after all. He had stuck in the Federation all his life but Jack had read about them in StarNet feeds.

He smelled the gasoline and cussed again. There could be a fuel leak. It was fine as long as there wasn't a fire. So far there was no immediate danger. Jack had to figure out a way to get her out of the truck without moving her body too much. Good Samaritan Law protected him but Jack didn't want to have the guilt of making a woman paralyzed for the rest of her life on his consciousness.

Jack wanted to open the driver door but it was crushed against a light pole.

"Fuck!" Jack screamed. There was no one else to hear him. He pulled his cell phone out of his jeans pocket and dialed emergency services.

"Jack Mercer. Federation Terran. I've got an Aschen who's been the victim of a hit and run on Main Street. She's unconscious but breathing and with a pulse. There's possible chance of brain hemorrhaging and she's going to have internal bleeding. She took the impact on the steering wheel," Jack informed the woman on the other end of the line. It took a few more minutes to fill in the dispatcher will all the details that he could before Jack hung up.

"Ma'am, I've called an ambulance. I need you to not move if you can hear me."

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Randin was driving home after a wonderful day, very much looking forward to his date with Alyssa later that evening. Catching up with an old friend over some good drinks was just what he needed after a perpetual six-month spacefaring clusterfuck. It'd been a long time since he'd had amiable company for dinner... or good food, for that matter. Langara was the last place he'd had a real meal, and Kianna was always there... staring at him... watching his every bite.

As Randin drove down Main Street headed towards his apartment, he immediately noticed the crash off to the side of the road. No lights, either. First responders hadn't arrived yet. The detective immediately pulled his vehicle off the asphalt (a meager little volvo that he'd rented out for the month until he could get a new car) and parked it a safe distance away from the crashed Toyota. Once exited, he sent out an emergency beacon from his CADDY to the station frequency and ran over to the mangled truck.

"WCPD!" he shouted, flashing his badge. God that felt good. He looked first to Jack. "Is she alright? Did you see what happened?" As he waited for a response, the detective reached in through the car himself, briefly checking Cally's pulse and doubtlessly gathering the same info that Mercer had. Unconscious. Pulse was low, but continuous. Breathing too. Knocked cold, by the look of it... likely concussion...

...then the pungent smell of fuel hit his nostrils.

"We need to get her out of this car now," Randin said calmly but sternly. He looked to Jack. "Can you help me?" He tried the door, quickly realizing that it wasn't going budge with this hunk of metal in the way.

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The Passenger side door didn't budge, and as the smell of fuel permeated the air, so did the smell of ozone. Something wasn't right and it showed.

Still no response came from the young woman in the truck's driver side seat, but the smell of ozone and the smell of hot metal continued to permeate the stench of gasoline. Aschen made vehicles didn't have a standard battery, rather a fission battery nestled under the hood.

To the educated nostrils, the gasoline-like smell would be slightly off, Tylium which was far more unstable and yielded a higher energy concentration. The metal colored liquid began to seep at the pair's feet.

Both the woman's legs were broken, and it was clear one was crushed in the driver side door, though worked just right, the crushed leg would come free with little effort.

The smell of ozone got worse.

With enough motivation however, the passenger side door would come free, as would the drivers side back door.

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This was not the night that Jack had planned out for himself. Blood pounded in his ears from the adrenaline rush the accident was causing.

"The truck is far too fucked up. We're gonna have to haul her out through the window. I can smell gas and this truck is leaking some weird shit. I don't want to move her body but it looks like we have no choice," said Jack to the cop. He leaned even more forward on the driver's side and tried to unbuckle her seat belt. It wasn't coming undone.

Jack cursed and then reached into his pocket. He flicked open his multi-tool and went to work on slicing through the nylon to free the woman's body. When the belt came free Jack let go of his multi-tool and started pulling the Aschen through the window as gentle as he could.

"She's stuck!" exclaimed Jack. "Fuck, she's stuck on something. Come over here and see if you can get her free." Jack grunted from having to support the weight of the Aschen woman. He could handle it. Her body placement and his was just awkward and it was straining his back.

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"Easy, easy," Randin said, "don't yank her out all at once. Those legs look broken, which means there's bone shards stickin' in her muscles right now. We twist the wrong way and a vein gets nicked. She'll start bleeding from the inside out." The detective stepped forward, peering inside the driver's hub and testing her crushed foot. It would move easily enough. They could get her out... but how soon?

"Here, you wait on the outside," Randin instructed," I'll free her leg, you just keep her upright like yer'doing. Once she's free, I'll keep her legs suspended in the position they are now to avoid any internal damage." He looked back to Mercer, offering the boy a nod. "We need to work quickly, alright? Quick and steady. You did a damn good job with that seatbelt. Don't buckle now." He grunted.

Randin did not tell Mercer that the faint, musky scent mingled with the gasoline was ozone... a substance that Randin was only all-too familiar with. He did not tell Mercer that the car was literally a ticking time-bomb, that they had only a handful seconds... a minute at best... until the disrupted fission battery combusted the car's Tylium reserves and turned this car into an inferno. He told him none of this while aware of all of it. Maybe that was unfair. Maybe Jack deserved to know that he was literally risking his life for a stranger... that they were all just a few moments away from going up in blazes. Randin would have wanted to know if he was in Jack's shoes. He'd of wanted to know what he was risking.

The detective kept silent and worked.

His hands found Cally's foot, the dexterous fingers working quickly to free it while putting as little stress on Henderson as possible. Once done, he carefully laced his arms under the crooks of her knees and around her lower back.

"Alright, I'm lifting her up. Pull back carefully, y'hear? Nice n'easy. These legs need to stay in the position they are now." The detective was sweating, the sweltering heat soaking his face. He looked over his shoulder.

"Once free we take this girl as far away from this truck as possible, got it?"

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Still out like a light, she eventually came free, legs like jello as they moved her from the truck.

As they carried her away, the truck caught fire, and then it went up in a blinding fireball and a deafening boom, mushrooming high into the sky with a brilliant yellow-orange glow.

Car alarms could be heard going off in the distance, along with barking dogs. The Truck was on fire, crackling pops echoed out as it began to burn up. But then the entire truck filled with foam in an audible pop, quelling the fire in the cab and engine compartment, and sending thick foam out in every direction, quelling the fire entirely. All this happened in the span of five minutes, from the explosion, to the foam filling the truck.

Once they got her safe, her eyes shot open and she let out a blood curdling scream before passing out in pain once more.

The woman's heart began to race, and she began to bleed rather profusely, but little by little the blood began to slow.

She looked to be rather young, no more than perhaps late teens or early twenties. She was small, petite in build, but her body had sustained massive damage.

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Sirens echoed off the walls of the nearby buildings as the ambulance came speeding down the street. Jack had never heard such a beautiful sound in his life. The Aschen was in a bad state. There was a great possibility that she could die. Her injuries were massive and Jack knew possible death when he saw it.

When the truck had exploded after the cop and Jack managed to maneuver the Aschen out, Jack had put as much of his body over the woman as possible without furthering injuring her. It was an automatic response. There were not many Terrans that would protect an Aschen like he had but Jack had.

Jack jerked away from the woman when she screamed. Her brows drew together until she passed out again. It was better that she didn't remain conscious. Her injuries were too extensive.

"We've got to get the bleeding stopped," said Jack. He didn't have anything on him that could help. His eyes scanned over the woman's body and then he shook his head. Jack took off his shirt and he pressed the cotton fabric against her bleeding wounds.

Red light danced at the corner of Jack's vision. Finally the ambulance had arrived. EMTs spilled out of the truck. Jack breathed a sigh of relief and nodded his head at the cop.

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"Don't worry about it kid," Randin eased the boy as he fretted over Cally's blood loss, "there's only two kinds of people that drive fission battery trucks... Langaran bigshots and Tech Con mercs. I'm willing to bet that this broad is packing a healthy dose of nanites in her bloodstream." Sure enough, Cally's wounds began to heal and close, clotting the bleeding. She would certainly still need medical attention, but she was safe for the time being.

Randin looked over his shoulder at the car that he'd almost died in. The fire was put out, but there was still smoke rising in the air from the mangled metal. As paramedics began to expertly lift Cally into a gurney, the detective cast another curious glance at her face. He'd seen her before... but where?

"Damn good work," Randin nodded to Jack, extending his hand, "name's Randin Kaye. I appreciate the help. I don't think I'd be alive right now without it." He nodded towards Cally as she was loaded up into the back of the ambulance. "Neither would she. I'm gonna need you to come down to the station tomorrow and file a report about what you saw... but you should take the night off in the meantime. Get some rest." He nodded approvingly. "You did a good thing here. You should be proud."

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The Ambulance crew would take an unconscious Callandra into the Ambulance, and it would promptly drive off, as firemen extinguished the residual flames.

The setting changes from Main Street to Wing City Hospital

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The Hospital was bustling with activity, but the emergency took precedent. The Doctors rushed her immediately into the operating room which became a hectic show to try and stabilize and immobilize her.

Eight grueling hours went by and she was finally placed in the ICU, to recover and slowly and inevitably regain consciousness.

"Ugh..." She moaned as her eyes slowly slid open, the bright lights of the hospital room causing her to squint. Completely immobilized from her injuries, but otherwise conscious.

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Jack had fallen asleep waiting for the woman to regain consciousness. He had introduced himself to Randin and then followed the ambulance to the hospital on foot. Randin was a good man. Jack liked him. The cop seemed the type of man you would call up as a drinking buddy and talk about sports.

Randin was given a promise to head to the station tomorrow morning to give a statement and then Jack was going to hire an private investigator to find out who did this the the Aschen woman. It really wasn't Jack's responsibility but he had a soft spot for women. And Jack did not like drunk drivers. So, he made it his mission to help out this woman.

Jack was stirred from his thoughts.

"Hey, how do you feel?" asked Jack. That was a stupid question, he told himself. She looked like shit and probably felt like shit too.

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She looked over to Jack, and then back up to the lights. "Better." She managed to croak, but of course she was still in quite a bit of pain.

In a complete body cast the woman was completely immobilized.

"Still feel like crap... what happened?" She asked, with the speedy healing of her nanites and other Aschen medicines on top of the painkillers the hospital staff gave her, she was making a pretty speedy recovery.

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Jack sat up in his chair and rubbed his face. His beard was growing in and he desperately needed a shower. The nurses had lent him a scrub top much to their displeasure. Eventually he stood up and moved his chair closer to Cally's bed.

"Well, an SUV hit you. You went spinning across the street and slammed into a light pole. Me and another man pulled you out of your truck before it exploded," Jack explained.

"My name is Jack Mercer. You're an Aschen, aren't you?" he asked.

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Callandra let out a pained moan as her nanites worked to repair the damage done to her body. With every slow, subtle repair; she could feel the pain."

"Yes." She managed to croak out.

"I work for Tech Con." She added, trying to shift slightly so she could get a look at the man.

"Awful gutsy to go in and rescue me, especially given where I'm from." She said, shifting once more. "Anyone else would have just stood by and let me burn."

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Callandra's assumption wasn't incorrect. There were still thousands of Terrans in the city that would have just walked away as soon as they saw the Tech Con label. Terrans had a hatred for the Aschen down to their very soul.

But Jack Mercer was a forgiving man. He was a Federation Terran and far stronger than Homelanders. The man opened his mouth to say something but shook his head and closed it instead. He stood up and grabbed a damp rag.

"I'm not anyone else," said Jack simply. He patted her forehead with the damp cloth gently. "It would have been wrong to leave you there, Aschen or not."

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Wincing slightly, she could feel the nanites mend the last portion of her broken neck, this was signaled by the slight moving of her head.

"I'll... see too it you're adequately compensated for risking your life. Name your price I'll make sure you're paid." She said, staring back up into the ceiling.

"Someone needs to notify my supervisor, and the CPF so they can get an investigation rolling." She added, licking her dry, cracked lips in thirst.

"Thank you for saving me, i don't think money could ever repay you, but it's the best I can do."

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Jack couldn't help to smile when she offered him money. He was the co-owner and operator of Daedalus Enterprises. The man had more money than he could spend in a hundred life times. Instead of boasting about his wealth, Jack just shook his head and set the cloth aside.

Jack filled a paper cup with water. "Also, I don't want or need your money. A name would be nice, though." Jack went back to the woman and put a straw into the cup. It must have been awful and itchy to be stuck in a full body cast.

"Water?" he offered.