Lieutenant Philiana Eldridge

Character Information

Gender		Female
Species		Half-Vulcan, Half Human
Age		38

Physical Appearance

Height		5'11
Weight		135
Hair Color		Dark purple
Eye Color		Black in low lighting, brown in normal lighting
Physical Description		Scar over left eye, tall

Family

Spouse		Arev, fiance
Children		N/A
Father		Vulcan, Unknown
Mother		T'Arvot
Brother(s)		N/A
Sister(s)		Liliana, 3/4 human, 1/4 vulcan
Other Family		she dated this guy named Adrien for a bit but now they're just 'friends'

Personality & Traits

General Overview		She always tries to keep composure, but fails sometimes and can laugh occasionally
Strengths & Weaknesses		Good at combat and quick thinking under stress, Will push herself too hard sometimes.
Ambitions		To finally become a Lt. Commander
Hobbies & Interests		silence, silence, reports, reports-

Personal History		She was near-assimililated as a Borg as an Lt. JG. I actually wrote it out: Philiana flinched as the panel behind her exploded. Her Vulcan features were forcing down fear. “The Bonestell and Saratoga have been destroyed, Captain,” Reported Theo Barbot. “The Tolstoy and Melbourne are moving in to intercept the Borg Cube.” “Casualties on all decks,” Philiana reported, before a different klaxon went off, “We have Borg on decks 8 through 12.” A sound that resembled a transporter made Philiana stiffen, a sharp pain pierced her neck. There was a sudden cutting sound and the Borg fell to the ground. Va’Kel Shon, an Ensign Academy mate of Philiana’s stood over the Borg with a pair of Ushaan-tors in his hands. Philiana felt fire racing through her veins, she was vaguely aware of something protruding out of her skin across her body. “You are Borg. You will assimilate any non-Borg. Resistance is Futile.” ‘No.’ “If you do not comply, you will be terminated.” ‘No.’ “Your culture will adapt to service us.” Philiana was made aware of a hypo-spray being placed against her neck and then everything went black. When Philiana woke up, everything was dark, Philiana let out a small moan, before trying to stand up. “Easy.” Said Shon, placing a hand on her shoulder, “I don’t know what the Doctor injected you with, but it was able to prevent you from becoming like the Borg.” “A very high dose of adrenaline, with some supplements to mimic a Bijani pain trance.” Said Fu, an elderly commander who was the Chief Medical Officer, “Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to prevent some assimilation, but you will still need some of them removed before you’re put on active duty again.” “That’s if Earth is still around long enough.” Muttered another Ensign. Philiana looked around, before spotting the bodies of most of the Bridge Crew placed off to the side. “The ship is unsalvageable, another ship passed through, but other than that, it’s been all quiet.” Said Shon, looking down at Philiana, “Out of 490, only 16 are still alive. It turns out that the Borg aren’t shielded against melee weapons.” “Remind me to pick up a sword when we get back.” Muttered Philiana, her throat sore. “If we get back.” Muttered the Ensign from earlier. Later.. Adrien tried not to groan when he ran into his father as soon as he got off the transport, the older man glared at him, his arms folded. “Excuse me, Sir,” Said Adrien, “I need to get to the Assignment Officer.” Adrien brushed past his father and made his way over to Commander Mendeleiev, the chief science officer of the area. “Ah, Ensign Agreste,” Said Mendeleiev, as Adrien approached, “surprising to see you without your other half.” “Philiana’s on the Buran.” Said Adrien, as Mendeleiev looked down at her P.A.D.D. “Standard posting, you’ll be helping teach the recruits that are based here.” Said Mendeleiev, looking back up at Adrien, “I understand you were hoping to get the same posting as Philiana.” “Yeah, but things don’t usually go as we hope.” Said Adrien, wincing slightly. “I’ll see about her being moved here once her posting on the Buran is up.” Said Mendeleiev, dismissing Adrien. Over the course of the next week, Adrien had been reunited with Chloe, who was studying to be an Operations Officer, met Nino, Alya and the rest of their class and ran into Lila. Lila was given a wide berth by everyone; Adrien was later told about how she lied to the extent she almost ruined another one of their friend’s life. “And you all just believed her?” Asked Adrien, looking up from the science report he was writing. “Yeah, I guess,” Said Alya, her gaze on the ground, “It all seemed so good and, well, we got carried away in being hopeful.” “And it all came out after Philiana left.” Said Nino, making Adrien’s head snap up to stare at him. “Philiana?” Asked Adrien, getting to his feet, “As in Philiana Masumotchi??” “Yeah, wait,” Gasped Nino, “you know her?” “Know her?” Said Adrien, “I’m dating her!” Everyone was silent, before Adrien was bombarded with questions, the only one that Adrien heard was what her posting was. “She’s on the USS Buran,” Said Adrien, getting everyone to silence, “she’s going to be gone a few months and then she’s coming back to Earth.” Everyone was happy, Philiana was in Starfleet, they could still find her. The happiness was broken another week later, when the news about the Fleet at Wolf 359 was broken. “Out of a task force of 40-star ships,” Said Lt. Commander Bustier, her voice choked, “only one was deemed salvageable. The remains of the unsalvageable ships will remain at Wolf 359 to serve as a memorial, a full list of those lost at Wolf 359 will be posted tomorrow.” Adrien was numb, he remembered Philiana saying the Buran was part of a task force headed for Wolf 359. Adrien was forced off duty when he saw Marinette’s name on the list. It wasn’t even a week later that people started flirting with him. Adrien had made friends with a Cadet named Kagami Tsurugi and a fellow Ensign Luka Couffaine. Kagami had almost received a black eye when she tried to drag Adrien out of his quarters. Adrien would remain quiet for little over a month. TtFF “I’m glad we were able to get the replicators working.” Said Shon, as he bit down on the food he was given, “I don’t think the Captain would appreciate it if we ate her.” Philiana gave a slight smile, before tearing a chuck of chicken off the leg she was given. The replicators and life support were the only things working, which gave a small comfort. There was a sudden transporter sound, making everyone jump to their feet. A pair of Klingons stood, looking over them. “qatlh naDev?” (Why are you here?) Asked one Klingon, “nuq Davang naDev?” (What are you doing here?) Philiana let out a small sigh of relief, they weren’t there to kill them. “DuDwI' maH naDev qaSchoH may', lam HoS wIghaj.” (We've been stuck here since the battle, we have not much power.) Said Philiana, getting the Klingon’s attention. “SoHvaD lon 'ejyo'?” (Starfleet has abandoned you?) Asked a Klingon, looking over the group. “No.” Said the other Klingon, “They would not abandon their own, they must’ve been shielded.” “Yes, our Chief engineer created a shield that blocked out our life signs,” Said Fu, walking forwards, “Unfortunately, he was killed before he could deactivate it and none of us were briefed on how it worked.” “It obviously doesn’t work as well as you thought, if we could detect you.” Retorted the first Klingon, folding his arms. “J’mpok, at ease.” Said the second Klingon, “They are not our enemies.” “Very well, Martok.” Said J’mpok, not looking pleased, “I suppose you want a lift home?” “That would be appreciated, yes.” Replied Fu, before Martok called for a transport of 18 people. As soon as Philiana was on the Klingon ship, Fu took the liberty of sedating her and requesting the use of their sick bay. “So, one of your own was turned into one of them.” Said J’mpok, as he led them to the sick bay. “Almost, we were able to prevent it by tricking her body into a pain trance.” Said Fu, “Thankfully it worked.” Shon gently placed Philiana on the berth, before Fu started removing the implants that had grown inside her. Later... Adrien was supervising the Cadets on Earth Space Dock, when a Klingon ship suddenly decloaked and a group of Klingons beamed onto the station. “We have some of your people, Starfleet,” Said the lead Klingon, as another group of people were beamed onto the station. Adrien froze as soon as he caught sight of Philiana, pale and with implants sticking out of her body. Adrien didn’t think as he ran past the lead Klingon and grabbed hold of Philiana. There was a tense silence, before Medical staff started rushing over to the survivors, while the Medical Officer of the Buran took himself to security. Lt. Commander Bustier was standing, reading on her PADD when Fu walked up to the Security officer. “I assume you are the Chief of Security here?” Asked Fu, looking up at the Vulcan. “I am.” Came the response. “I’m here to turn myself in for genetically modifying a Starfleet Officer.” Said Fu, getting a stunned look from Bustier. Across the room, Adrien had to be pried off Philiana, so the Medical Staff could attend to her. He compromised by holding onto her hand. “I thought I lost you.” Murmured Adrien, as Philiana was scanned by a frowning Medical Officer. “You almost did.” Said Philiana, as Adrien’s thumb ran over her knuckle. “Yes, I suppose it was your Vulcan heritage that saved you.” Said the Medical Officer, getting Philiana’s attention. “I’m sorry, sir?” Asked Philiana, looking up at them. “Your scans are coming back as Human/Vulcan,” Said the Officer, “Someone probably put you in a pain trance to prevent you being Assimilated, since you would’ve been seen as ‘dead’.” “Sir, there aren’t any Vulcan in my family, we’re all Human.” Said Marinette, getting the Officer to look at her. The Officer was silent, before he placed his tricorder down and tapped his com-badge. “Lt. Bashir to Security,” Said the Doctor, “One of my patients has been genetically modified without her knowledge, I would like a high-level search for the culprit.” “No need,” Came the response “They turned themselves in as soon as they got back.” Bashir blinked, “Well, that was anti-climactic.” “Am I free to go?” Marinette asked quietly. “Ah, yes, there seems to be nothing else wrong with you, Lieutenant.” Said Bashir, before moving off to another patient. Adrien slowly helped Philiana to her feet and helped her walk away from the growing crowd. “I met some of your old friends,” Said Adrien, “They want to get back in touch with you.” Marinette quietly groaned, as they approached the group of Cadets from Paris. “Alright, Class,” Said Adrien, quickly getting everyone’s attention, “This is Lt. Masumotchi, The Junior Medical Officer assigned to the Bridge of the USS Buran.” Everyone stared at Philiana, who was swaying slightly. Philiana was almost bowled over by an entire class of Cadets rushing her. “Oh yeah, most of your school friends are Cadets.” Said Adrien, as Philiana struggled under the dog pile. “Thanks for telling me.” Came the muffled response. TtFF Philiana tugged on her Uniform, as she looked at her reflection. There were still a couple implants visible, one on her left temple and another just below her ear. Today was the day Starfleet and the Federation would hold a service for everyone lost during the Borg incursion, the sixteen names of Philiana and her fellow survivors had been removed from the list of the dead. Philiana’s door chimed. “Enter.” Said Philiana, after a moment of silence. The door opened, admitting Adrien into the room. “The Service is about to begin, Admiral Paris sent me to get you.” Said Adrien, coming up behind Marinette. “I heard the USS Ahwahnee has been moved to Utopia Planitia to be restored.” Said Philiana, her eyes not moving from her reflection. “Yeah, apparently there was a whole fleet of ships that were being designed to fight the Borg were being stored there,” Said Adrien, carefully watching Philiana, “You feeling okay?” Philiana was quiet for a moment, before answering, “I don’t know.” Adrien wrapped his arm around Philiana’s shoulders, “Phil, we’re with you, I’m with you. You don’t have to bottle anything up, you and fifteen others went through an incredibly traumatic event and you have your genes altered without your consent.” “It’s funny,” Said Philiana, her voice hollow, “I remember all the times we were spat at during our academy years, every time we were treated unfairly, and now, everyone is calling me and the other survivors heroes. Adrien,” Philiana turned to him, “the only reason I’m alive now, is because of the alterations and part of me just wishes I’d died on the bridge of the Buran.” Adrien pulled Philiana close, as she started to break down. Elsewhere, a red skinned Starfleet Captain was looking over Adrien and Philiana’s Starfleet profiles. She narrowed her eyes, before leaning back and looking at her First Officer. “Perhaps we should keep a closer eye on them in future?” Suggested Plagg, his pitch-black skin highlighting his vivid green sclera and cat-like pupil slits. “Maybe,” Mused Tikki, before looking at Fu’s file, “It seems the Guardian saw the Lieutenant important enough to genetically modify to ensure her survival.” “Are we going to do anything for Fu?” Asked Plagg, leaning forwards. “No,” Said Tikki, shaking her head, her antenna raising through her hair, “He managed to hide from Section 31 a century ago, he’ll just disappear into thin air again.” Tikki narrowed her eyes at Philiana’s file, silently deciding to keep an eye on her.
Service Record		Dunno, explained the stuff I could find in my google docs in the last piece of form..