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Lieutenant Markus "Hammerhead" Son of juB'CHU'koon
Name Markus "Hammerhead" Son of juB'CHU'koon
Position Squadron Leader
Rank Lieutenant
Character Information
| Gender | Male | |
| Species | Klingon/El Aurian hybrid | |
| Age | 103 (Earth calender) |
Physical Appearance
| Height | 6' | |
| Weight | 230 lbs | |
| Hair Color | Brown | |
| Eye Color | Ice Blue | |
| Physical Description | His El Aurian genes allow him to look younger than his years, he appears to be in his mid-thirties. There is a quiet intensity in his gaze, as his ice-blue eyes have the ability to peer into one's soul. |
Family
| Relationship Status | Single | |
| Spouse/Partner | NA | |
| Children | NA | |
| Father | juB'CHU'koon, Son of M'eltor (Freighter Captain, IKV FAL'TOR)(KIA, Dominion War) | |
| Mother | Susanna Nordwell (Freighter XO, IKV FAL'TOR)(KIA, Dominion War) | |
| Brother(s) | NA | |
| Sister(s) | NA | |
| Other Family | A handful of cousins, and his paternal grandmother, Hr'lata, Daughter of Hourg. |
Personality & Traits
| General Overview | He is a perfect blend of two vastly different species. While his father's Klingon DNA has made him up to be a strong-willed, powerfully-built warrior, who sees honor as the most important part of life, his El Aurian mother passed on the quiet reserve of a species that the universe has nicknamed, “a race of listeners”. Between these two genetic lineages, he can be a stark contradiction at times. |
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| Strengths & Weaknesses | +Excellent Spatial Awareness +Highly Intelligent +Combat Starfighter Ace +Extremely Loyal +Survival Skills +Highly trained in hand-to-hand combat -Quick to anger -Has recurring violent nightmares -Slow to calm once he is angered -Arachnophobia -Can be very cocky at times -Permanent hatred for the Breen, Vorta and Jem'Hadar. Has sworn a blood oath, both on his own injuries and the deaths of his parents, that he will kill any member of either species if he sees them again, regardless of the consequences. |
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| Ambitions | Professionally, He wants to keep earning his way up the chain of command, to one day be Starfleet Chief of Starfighter Command. Personally, he would like to find someone to start a family with. He was raised to believe that, while service to the Federation is vitally important, growing a family of his own is even more so. |
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| Hobbies & Interests | Hobbies-Orbital Skydiving, wingsuit flying, surfing, scuba diving Interests-Learning new forms of martial arts, flying anything that can fly, fast speeder bikes, Intelligent women that can make him laugh. |
| Personal History | Born 10 August 2294, nearly a year after the signing of the First Khitomer Accords were signed, officially paving the road towards peace between the United Federation of Planets and the Klingon Empire. His parents, juB'CHU'koon Son of M'eltor and Susanna Nordwell, were the captain and executive officer of the Klingon starfighter freighter, IKV FAL'TOR. The two of them had met nearly ten years earlier, while they were both visiting Risa. There was an instant attraction and after a heavy courtship, they married in a ceremony that melded Klingon and El Aurian beliefs and practices. They spent the next several years building up their house and land standings on Qo'nos, growing their freighter company. By the time Markus was born, his parents had four other freighters in their holdings, and were known to not only be honorable in their business dealings, but loyal friends to the Chancellor of the Klingon High Council. The Chancellor would often refer to herself as “Auntie Azet”, when she and young Markus were together. Growing up on Qo'nos, even with powerful family friends, was still difficult at times for Marcus. As he was a Klingon/El Aurian hybrid, his physical appearance was noticeably different from the other children. While his forehead ridges were prominent, his hair line was lower, from his El Aurian genes. From those genes, he was also bestowed with a pair of piercing ice-blue eyes that always seemed to see everything. As he grew into his teens and young adulthood, the young women around him started to notice the power in his eyes as well…with mutually enjoyable outcomes. After he graduated from his schooling, he went to work with his parents, learning the job of moving freight and military materiel for the Empire. It was during this time that he started to learn about his desire to be a pilot. He began taking every flight course and training session that he could, pouring over manuals, blueprints, technical readouts. He wanted to know everything there was to be a starfighter pilot. At the age of 25, he had gained a firm grasp of the general ideas of being a pilot, but he wanted more. After looking through the various Klingon schools, he wasn't able to give anything that spoke to him. Everything changed a few days before his 26th birthday. His parent's freighter had experienced engine problems and they became adrift for a few days, while they attempted to repair the damage. On the tenth day, a Starfleet vessel, the USS Ajax, responded to their distress call. They were towed to the nearby Starbase for repairs. While looking out at his family's ship, from the Starbase café that overlooked the massive interior space of the station, his eyes suddenly locked on a group of Starfleet starfighters that were heading out on patrol. He knew then what he had to do. After speaking to his parents about his desires, Markus was given their blessings and he immediately made his way to the local Starfleet Academy recruitment office that was on the Starbase. After a thorough inspection of his educational and work history, he was accepted into the Academy training program and issued orders to report to Earth, to join the next class of incoming cadets. After saying goodbye to his parents, Markus packed a few personal possessions and boarded a starship that was heading back to Earth. This would be the first time he would ever see the homeworld of the United Federation of Planets with his own eyes. After getting over his initial culture shock of being on Earth, Markus settled down and began to devour his studies. He would consistently rank in the top three percent of his class in every examination he was given. When his junior year rolled around, and the cadets were given the choice of the particular fields that they were interested in, he wasted no time in selecting Starfighter Handling. It was quickly determined that he had an ingrained talent for operating the small, nimble starfighters. He quickly rose to the top of his class and, upon graduation from the Academy, was assigned to the revered 1st Starfighter Division, whose job it was to defend the cradle of the Federation itself. Later that year, he was sent to the General Jimmy Doolittle Advanced Starfighter Training School, located at New Miramar, on Mars. There, he trained with other starfighter pilots who consistently scored high marks in both training and real world missions. This school was designed to take the best, and make them even better. It was a difficult, grueling three months of round-the-clock simulations, classes and dogfight sessions, but in the end, Markus not only graduated, but earned enough points to be named “Top Gun”. After the graduation ceremony was completed, Markus was given his choice of assignments across the entire Starfleet Starfighter Corps. He chose the USS Agamemnon, an older Vikrant class through-deck carrier, that was assigned to patrol to Beta Quadrant. Shortly after joining his new unit, his Squadron commander sent him to Akaal, a Planet in the Muratas Sector, where Starfleet Command had established a Survival, Evasion, Resistance, Escape, or S.E.R.E., school where they sent various starfighter and special operations officers and senior enlisted personnel to, where they would be taught the necessary skills to survive in a combat situation when they were surrounded and captured by enemy forces. Even with his heightened strength and abilities, the S.E.R.E. was by far the most difficult training that Markus had ever endured. Thankfully, for him, that same training was instrumental in saving his life later. Three years later, after being promoted to Lieutenant (jg), Markus was reassigned to the newly launched USS Crazy Horse. She was one of the updated Akira class starships that Utopia Planetia had started producing for the fleet. It was so much more advanced than his previous starship. One of the more exciting discoveries was the brand new Raptor II starfighters that were in her launch bays. Markus fell in love with the sleek craft as soon as he laid eyes on it. He immediately started pouring over every scrap of information on it, learning every square millimeter, every vibration, every sound it made during operations. A few months after the USS Crazy Horse finished her shakedown cruise, the Dominion War began. The USS Crazy Horse, along with several other starships, were assigned to patrol the systems surrounding the Bajoran Sector. Their orders were to assist Station Deep Space Nine, should the station or Bajor come under attack. While Markus had flown successful missions against pirates and other low level rogues during his career in Starfleet to this point, this would be the first time he would face an actual combat-trained and equipped opponent. Unfortunately, that first opponent would not be from the Dominion. It was Klingon. Following the disastrous attempt by the joint Romulan Tal'Shiar and Cardassian Obsidian Order to destroy the Founders on their homeworld, in the Gamma Quadrant, the Klingon Empire, under the command of the current Chancellor, began open conflict with the Cardassian Empire, stating that the Dominion must have already infiltrated it, after the civilian Detapa Council overthrew the Cardassian High Command easily. The Federation refused to stand with the Klingon Empire in their quest, and even fought against them in several battles. Because of this, the Chancellor pulled the Empire completely out of the Khitomer Accords, plunging the two old foes back into war. The USS Crazy Horse was responding to a distress call from a Cardassian civilian transport that was attempting to flee to the relative safety of the Bajoran System, when they were set up by a Squadron of Klingon starfighters. Markus never thought he would be fighting his own countrymen. However, he had given his word to Starfleet and the United Federation of Planets. He would do whatever he had to do to keep both safe and follow the orders of those appointed over him. Over the next four years, Markus saw plenty of combat, against first the Klingons then, after they became allies again, the Dominion. He quickly found that, as tenacious and vicious the Klingons were in battle, the Dominion was more. Being designed simply for combat, with no other desires than to kill whomever the Founders told them to without question, the Jem'Hadar were the most difficult opponents that Markus had ever faced. On 9 October 2373, during a particularly heated battle against Dominion forces, which now included the Breen and Cardassians, Marcus was shot down over a small moon. Before he could be rescued by Starfleet, he was captured by the Breen, his starfighter destroyed to make it look like he had died on impact, and he was taken to a Dominion P.O.W. camp, back in the Gamma Quadrant. There he would spend the next eighteen months being beaten, tortured, interrogated, starved, neglected and physically broken. During it all though, his mind and his spirit remained whole. He continued to resist his captors as they attempted to break him and gain information. On 5 April 2375, after another grueling beating from his captors, Markus finally found an opening to escape and went for it. Though he was badly malnourished and severely injured, he drew deep from his Klingon half and his blood started to boil with bloodlust. He killed one of his Breen guards easily, then went hand to hand with a Jem'Hadar soldier. That battle took long enough that reinforcements arrived and put Markus back down. Afterwards, the Vorta camp commander decided to make an example of Markus in front of the other prisoners. Markus was dragged out into the central quad, in sight of everyone. He was stripped of his clothing, then strung up by his wrists. His ankles were also secured, so when the guards were finished, he was a meter off the ground, spread eagle, and pulled tight between the overhead durasteel beams and the ground. The Vorta commander then instructed one of the Jem'Hadar soldiers to start peeling the skin from Markus's body, one layer at a time, starting at his feet, and working his way up. At first, Markus fought valiantly to keep from crying out. However, even the strongest warrior can only take so much, and he was nowhere near the strongest. The cavern that the camp was built in soon filled with his screams of anguish and pain as the torment continued slowly, excruciatingly. By the time the Jem'Hadar soldier had started on the third layer of cell-thick skin, Markus was merely moaning in semiconsciousness. The gathered prisoners were weeping at what they were being forced to watch. Several even started pleading to the commander to lend Markus's torment. Finally, the Vorta decided that the point had been made. He stopped the soldier and was about to give him the order to kill the prisoner, when a Founder beamed in and stopped everything. She informed the gathered troops that the war was over and a Starfleet vessel was on its way to collect the prisoners. She then ordered that Markus be released and treatment be given to stabilize him for the Starfleet doctors to do what they could to save his life. The next three years would be the hardest of his life to date. After receiving life-saving treatment on the starship that rescued the prisoners, Markus was hurried back to Earth, where he received the absolute best treatment available. Slowly, he started to regain his former strength. His recovery took a hit, after he was finally told that, during the final battle of the war, his parents had been killed when they chose to use their freighter as a starfighter support vessel, instead of just transporting them for the Empire. Apparently, a Breen cruiser chased them down and destroyed them, after their complement of starfighters had launched. With this added heartache, Markus made a bloodbath, then and there, that if he ever came across any member of the Breen, Vorta or Jem'Hadar again, he would kill them with his own hands, regardless of the consequences. After his treatments were completed and he was given clearance to leave the hospital, Starfleet gave him the option of either retiring from service, or going on Active Reserves, allowing him time to grieve his family and settle any affairs he needed to, back on Qo'nos. He took the later, still wanting to remain in Starfleet. He returned to Qo'nos, which was now part of the Federation again, and spent the next seventeen years securing his family holdings, helping to rebuild the Klingon military, and serving in the Federation Embassy on Qo'nos. Finally, in early 2397, Markus heard about a new class of carrier that Starfleet had built, and he felt a strong desire to get back into active service. After having one of his close cousins step in as overseer of his family's business, which would still continue to build Markus’ own personal wealth, he had his service status upgrades back to Active Duty and he requested assignment to one of the new Armitage Class starships. After being given the rank of Lieutenant, he received orders to report for duty aboard the USS Tokyo, as her new Starfighter Squadron D “TRIUMPH” Squadron Leader. He set out immediately, hopeful again for the future, for the first time since before he was captured. What happens next, is up to the Fates… |
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| Service Record | 10 July 2360: Joins Starfleet Academy 2360 - 2361: Starfleet Academy, Freshman Year, General Studies, Year One Cadet 2361 - 2362: Starfleet Academy, Sophomore Year, Advanced General Studies, Year Two Cadet 2362 - 2363: Starfleet Academy, Junior Year, Specialist Courses (Starfighter Handling), Year Three Cadet 2363 - 2364: Starfleet Academy, Senior Year, Advanced Specialist Courses (Starfighter Handling), Year Four Cadet 7 June 2364: Starfleet Academy Graduation, Ensign June 2364 - October 2364: Assigned, Spacedock One, Planet Earth, Sol Sector, 1st Starfighter Division, Gamma Squadron “Flying Tigers”, Ensign October 2264 - January 2365: Assigned, General Jimmy Doolittle Advanced Starfighter Training School, New Miramar, Mars, Ensign 15 January 2365: Graduated top of class. Given assignment of choice. 20 January 2365 - 10 August 2368: Assigned, USS Agamemnon, 23rd Starfighter Division. Alpha Squadron “Fireflies”, Ensign 24 January 2365 - 10 May 2365: Attends Starfleet Starfighter S.E.R.E. School, Planet Akaal, Muratas Sector, Ensign 11 May 2365: Graduated S.E.R.E. School, Ensign 15 August 2368 - 9 October 2373: Assigned, USS Crazy Horse, 20th Starfighter Division, 3rd Starfighter Detachment “Vipers”, Lieutenant (jg) 2369-2375: (DOMINION WAR) 9 October 2373: Shot down during battle with Dominion forces, presumed lost, listed as K.I.A. 5 April 2375: Discovered and Rescued from Dominion P.O.W. camp following the end of the Dominion War. 12 April 2375 - 16 December 2378: Inactive Reserves during medical treatment and rehabilitation. 17 December 2378 - 5 March 2380: Inactive Reserves, Took reinstated accrued leave to continue healing and settle family business, following parent’s deaths during the Dominion War. 10 March 2380 - 10 June 2397: Active Reserves, Lieutenant 2397- Present: Assigned, USS Tokyo, Starfighter Squadron D “TRIUMPH” Squadron Leader, Lieutenant |