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Biographical Entry: Hawke, Stephen Birthplace: Churchill Downs, Reor Parents: Marie Turell and James Hawke Service History: Trained at the Reorsan Academy, graduated in the top third of his class. Served his midshipman tour on Patrol 2-6, then was assigned as pilot for Patrol 3-6. Hawke's service onboard this ship was with such distinction that when the craft needed a new skipper upon the retirement of the previous, Hawke was given command. Hawke's command was relatively uneventful with the exception of the last mission of Patrol 3-6, during which it encountered Pfhor transports. Despite sustaining damage during initial contact, he was able to rally his crew and managed to get the craft onto a return trip home with the Pfhor in hot pursuit. In the last leg, faced with system failures, he ordered the warp drive engaged in system, which was enough to get the craft and crew to safety, but barely intact. Hawke and his crew were decorated for their actions on that day, though there was much debate behind closed doors regarding his decision to return to Reor as opposed to lead the Pfhor away from Reor or even destroy the Pfhor ship at the cost of his own. Hawke spent the few months piloting a desk before being given another patrol assignment - just in time for the Pfhor occupation. Removed from service during the occupation, he helped organize an underground movement aimed at resisting the Pfhor. Though his small band of fighters wasn't able to do much to attain this goal, when Starfleet returned to the planet, Hawke and his people were able to assist in several areas. Hawke was invited to partake in part of a simulated wargame. Back at the helm of a patrol ship, he showed particular skill at performing reconnaisance and small ship tactics. After having spendt several months training under a number of Starfleet command-line officers, he is slated to be assigned as the Executive Officer of the USS Phoenix. -=-=- "The man is almost legend. I don't believe for a minute that what he did to bring those transports to Reor was wrong, because in the end, it was almost a way of showing Coronado just what they had to expect staying here," Maiko explained to Zachery as they sat on a bench near the Reunion statue. "And I suppose that in a way, he's someone I've compared myself to from time to time. The thing I'm not sure about is that the last I heard, he was turned down for command of his own ship..." She trailed off, frowning. "I hope this isn't..." -=-=- "...going to be a bad decision," Lt. JG Rachel Stackpole muttered under her breath. Coronado was still orbiting Reor, albeit far above the normal orbital plane. As much as she was a Starfleet officer, she couldn't help but feel like they were abandoning people who needed their help - even if they *had* taken unusual actions lately. What was worse though was the hole that it had left on Coronado. She had been a shuttle pilot under Dejat - now that had been an interesting experience - and then wound up taking up the helm on the bridge under Wilks, and then Caring Thought's tutelage. Then there was Maiko - who she had felt a great deal of animosity towards when she found out that the Reorsan was being promoted to department head over her, but over the 2 years she had been onboard, had found a lot in common with her. It was bad enough that the odds of finding a way home weren't exactly encouraging. In fact, one could call them downright... -=-=- "...discouraging to say the least." Farrell shook his head sadly. "I guess I knew a few people wouldn't be happy in M64, but there's not much waiting for anyone back in the Milky Way but a damn-near certain death." He tapped the beer glass he was drinking from on the bar. "Mark my words, they're going to regret that decision for the..." -=-=- "...rest of my life?" Maiko thought about the question for a moment before answering. "Maybe. Flying is... a passion to me. It's like my painting, or your creativity in the kitchen. It's something that comes natural and is enjoyable. But... I suppose I might want something more out of my life down the road. In a ways, I guess that's why Captain Hawke is someone I compare myself to a lot. He's a good pilot, and he went on to do even greater things. Who knows, maybe someday I'll wind up in command, or in politics, or something I'd never..." -=-=- "...even thought of." Former sergeant Harry Kerman brushed a lock of hair out of his eyes. "I mean, who thinks about their future when the present is so tumultuous that we can't even figure out what's going to happen 5 minutes down the spacelane? I've nobody back in the Milky Way, and probably all I'd have to look forward there is flying the same patrol route every day. At least here, there's a chance that I can do something..." -=-=- "...that really matters? He's dead, isn't he?... Look, I don't care who is in charge up there, but I'm through - do you understand? I've done more than enough to repay you and your organization... Oh, sure, threaten my daughter. You think that has any meaning coming from you and your people? You're washed up in M64. Through. And if this re-organization doesn't see to that... then I will." He cut off the communication with a savage stab of the finger, then blocked all incoming calls before leaning back in his seat and sighing in relief. They would still probably be powerful for a while, but sooner or later... hopefully sooner with his help. He opened up an encrypted outgoing transmission... -=-=- We are who we are To deny oneself is to Deny existence - Anonymous |