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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

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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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Character Portrait: Callandra Henderson Character Portrait: Jack Mercer
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Jack dialed the numbers but didn't press send right away. He smiled at Callandra and said, "Federation Terrans are a little more open minded than people here. But, not all of us. There are still a lot of people that dislike and distrust the Aschen. You are the main reason we immigrated into UCON after all."

Jack pressed send and listened to the rings.

"Hello. This is Jack Mercer. I'm calling from Wing City Hospital, Mister Hagan. I'm calling for Callandra McHenderson. She's been in an accident. I was directed to call you." Jack moved toward Callandra as he spoke on the phone. There was a bamboo rod sitting on the counter. He picked it up and showed it to Callandra asking if she wanted him to help her with the itching.

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Character Portrait: Miles Hagan Character Portrait: Callandra Henderson Character Portrait: Captain Arren Valaj'Karesh Character Portrait: Jack Mercer
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The phone rang, there was a brief pause, and then it rang again.

"Hagan." The voice echoed on the other end, and there was silence as he listened and took down notes as to what happened.

"Do you have any details on the accident? What law enforcement agencies were involved? What hospital is she at currently? What kind of treatment has she had?" Hagan asked on the other line.

There was a crackling, a pause, and then another voice.

"This is Paramilitary Coordinator Valaj-Karesh, I'll be handling all issues concerning this accident. I'm letting you know this call is being recorded, and myself, and Mr. Hagan on the line." The second voice said.

"I'll need you to take a statement with our investigator, in addition to a statement with the Confederation Protection Force, is that okay?" He asked, as Cally beckoned Jack over to help with her itching.

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Jack took the phone away from his ear for a second and covered the microphone. "This may take a minute or two," he said before he helped Callandra with her itching. He slipped the rod in between her skin and the cast as he spoke to whatever officials were on the line.

"The accident happened earlier this evening. Callandra was hit by a black SUV," Jack said. He gave them the partial plates of the vehicle. "A WCPD officer named Randin and I pulled her out of the wreckage before the truck blew. She's in the ICU at Wing City Hospital. And seeing as I'm not family, I'm not allowed into her records so I have no idea what medical treatment they've given her." Jack paused and looked down at Callandra.

"... but she's in a full body cast. You may want to transport an immersion tank if you can. She's specially requested one and I would appreciate it if you brought it too. She is not enjoying herself, sirs."

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Character Portrait: Miles Hagan Character Portrait: Callandra Henderson Character Portrait: Captain Arren Valaj'Karesh Character Portrait: Jack Mercer
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The voices on the other end conversed briefly in Anquietas, before Miles hung up, and the younger voice replied. "I'll notify her next of kin and see that she's transferred to a proper Tech Con facility." The Coordinator said, before he too hung up, disconnecting the line.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief as the pole caught the itchy spots, relieving her of the persistent itching that the cast had caused.

"If you want, i'll see that you are allowed to come with me to the Tech Con facility."

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Character Portrait: Miles Hagan Character Portrait: Callandra Henderson Character Portrait: Captain Arren Valaj'Karesh Character Portrait: Jack Mercer
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"Roger," was all that Jack said before he shoved his phone into his pocket.

"I would like that but before that I need to get back to my hotel. I desperately need a shower if you can't already tell by smell alone," Jack said to Callandra. He laughed and kept running the rod beneath her cast to keep her comfortable.

Jack didn't tell Callandra but he was also going to hire an investigator himself. He despised drunk drivers with every fiber of his body. Jack needed justice done too, for Callandra's sake and his own.

"So, do mind being called Cally? It suits you."

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She shook her head as much as the cast and neckbrace would allow. "Not at all. I'll be here for awhile yet, takes time for the bureaucracy to work it's magic. Go get cleaned up and I'll see you at the Tech Con hospital. Hopefully by the time you get done, I should be out of the cast and at least be able to move a little bit." She added.

"I probably smell worse.. I look forward to seeing you there." She said with a soft smile. "And once again, thank you for everything."

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"Not a problem," Jack said with a wink.

"I will be back as soon as I can. I promise. I will leave you my number in case you want something from the city or need to get into contact with me." He wrote down his number on a pad.

"See you soon, Cally," said Jack before he left to go take care of business.

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Character Portrait: Raphael E. McGregor Character Portrait: Callandra Henderson Character Portrait: Jack Mercer
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On Jack's way out, a rather imposing blond haired individual was seen making his way down the hospital hallways. He was clad in a black Imperial Navy uniform, adorned with the various devices and patches of the Aschen Imperial Navy.

He moved towards Jack, moving to shoulder check the other man as he walked past.

"Out of my way, Terran." He barked, before turning into Cally's room, closing the door behind him.

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Character Portrait: Callandra Henderson Character Portrait: Brayden Drake
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Bray had finally sorted out the idiot with the gun and had moved to the hospital to question Cally. Alyssa was going to be shocked when she found that he'd interviewed a client in his old sweater and jeans; as well as the fact that he'd practically set up his own investigation about the plates. His guys had already text back a list of names. He knew all the people in all the right places. Undercover let you get amazing contacts. And some of them still thought he was 'Jack'. He had to be careful to keep up his two identities. But he could do it. He was good at this game.

He stopped by the reception and asked for Cally's room. Once he'd gotten the number, he went straight in, not knocking or checking if she was okay for visitors. She would be okay for visitors. He had questions and she was going to answer. Once inside, he moved over and took a seat by the bed.

"So, Cally. I need a description of the driver that hit you. Care to tell me what he looked like?" He asked bluntly. He didn't bother to pull a pad out. He could remember it all in his head.

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"I'm not going to be able to get you a description, all I know is it was a dark colored SUV." She said, shifting slightly in her bed.

"I saw a glimpse of it before it hit me, and then that was it, I was out like a light." She added.

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"Well, you're not much use are you? I see this interview isn't going to be long. Can you think of anyone that might want to kill you? Has anyone made any threats to you lately, or have you upset anyone lately? I need a list of names. Can you think of anyone you know that owns a black SUV?" He sighed.

This wasn't going to be good. Why had Alyssa sent him out here when they were going to get nothing from this girl? Okay, so his interviewing skills were rough, but then again, undercover he'd been interviewing really dark guys. He still hadn't adjusted to interviewing normal people.

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Character Portrait: Callandra Henderson Character Portrait: Brayden Drake Character Portrait: Aereth
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Dressed as a doctor, Aereth moved room to room across the hospital. Those he had met in a past universe he could use his memory sharing ability to restore their health. Those he didn't know he used his ship he had on his backpack. He worked quietly and carefully. With each patient he would tell them, "You didn't see me, I was never here. When I leave you'll be healthy again. Don't tell anyone just pretend to be clueless." It didn't matter their condition: cancer, AIDS, missing limbs, damaged senses, or anything that made a person even one percent less than healthy he fixed. What he didn't fix was any weight problems, he could, but it would be more valuable to those who lost it on their own. It would have taken him minutes, but he cared to spend some time with each patient and share with those he had known in past universes.

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The woman shook her head at the investigator. "No, not to my knoledge." She said, shifting slightly as two Tech Con mercenaries stepped into the room, along with a pair of medics with a gurney.

"We're here to transfer the woman to a Tech Con facility so she can be placed in an immersion tank." The Medics said, as they moved to help the casted woman into the bed.

"You can interview her when she has recovered." One of the mercenaries said, while they moved to take her out of the hospital.

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"Fine, fine. She's no used to me anyway. I won't be back." He sighed, letting the medics take Cally from the room. At least he could leave now. But she was completely no help at all. It was a good thing he'd gotten his men onto the plates otherwise he'd have been pretty much useless.

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Character Portrait: Callandra Henderson Character Portrait: Brayden Drake Character Portrait: Aereth
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Aereth recognized the mercenaries and entered the room.

"Wait, before you take her I have one small test I need to run. It's very brief." Aereth said as he flashed his I.D. To the mercenaries.

Aereth saw Brayden and said, "Hey Bray, did you kill that merc who was interrogating that man in the alley? Arros I think his name was."

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Character Portrait: Tech Con Mercenaries Character Portrait: Callandra Henderson Character Portrait: Brayden Drake Character Portrait: Aereth
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Both mercenaries looked to the doctor, and then reached for their weapons. "Back off." They demanded, as they started to move her out of the room.

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"Done." Aereth said as his ship chirped in his ear it had finished.

Aereth's ship in his backpack created a field that enveloped the room, any within the field would have any medical problems cured. No more parasites, deformations, injuries, or diseases. He knew the mercenaries wouldn't let him near the girl, but he was able to continue the task he'd been asked to do, heal everyone in the hospital.

Aereth looked to Brayden to see if he'd heard what he said to him.

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Brayden didn't know what to make of the situation. Today had been so fucking weird and things had happened that he didn't want to be a part of. Being a part of certain things would get him noticed. Getting noticed would mean the past would catch up. He wasn't about to let that happen.

"Fuck this. I'm going back to work. I'm not getting myself back involved in that alley shit." He growled, pushing past everyone and leaving the hospital.

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Character Portrait: Tech Con Mercenaries Character Portrait: Callandra Henderson Character Portrait: Jack Mercer
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"Hold up! Wait," Jack said as he saw Cally being carted down a hospital hallway. The man had bought a vase of cheesy flowers for the woman. Jack thought it would make Cally feel better. Hospitals were awful and at least the flowers were colorful.

"Are they taking you to Tech Con now?" asked Jack. He looked at Cally and then at the two guards with her. They didn't look too happy nor too friendly.

The setting changes from Wing City Hospital to East Lanterna Way

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Character Portrait: Callandra Henderson Character Portrait: Philius Percival Wolfinson Character Portrait: Nora Carroll Character Portrait: Leela Carroll
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East Lanterna way - This was something that Callandra hadn't made a run down in quite some time. Part of the infamous Verinotte Hollow.

Typical for Tech Con employees, she was driving a white Toyota HiLux down the narrow lantern lined road, cobbles signing their protest under large black rubber tires as the truck pulled up to what looked like some people on the side.

Thumping techno music echoed from the clearly marked truck, bearing the familiar logo on the side of the truck.

Booming bass echoed in the cabin as the truck came to a slow and ponderous stop besides the small group of people, the happenings on the side of the road.


Black tinted windows rolled down slowly but surely as a young woman with short brown hair stared at the group.

"Looks like a regular fuck-fest down here. Hey, c'mere." She called out.

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