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Lieutenant (junior grade) Thomas Stark |
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Ragnar |
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Current Assignment:
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Chief Tactical Officer ,
USS George Washington Carver |
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Species:
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Human |
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Gender:
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Male |
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Date of Birth:
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2329-01-01 |
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Birthplace:
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Menden Colony |
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Height:
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6' 0 |
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Weight:
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205 lbs |
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Eye Color:
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Brown |
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Hair Color:
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Brown |
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Personal Bio:
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Tom Stark was dealt a tough hand in life. His family were colonists on Menden - a small rock of a world that is only partially terraformed. Survival itself was a struggle; his family didn't have the resources for university or niceties like that. His fate was to scrabble in the unforgiving dirt, day after day, year after year.
Enlistment in Starfleet gave him a way out, and he grabbed it with both hands. Basic training was a cake walk. He worked his way up the rates quickly; Tom was disciplined, could follow orders, and wasn't afraid of hard work.
As time went on, Starfleet recognized his leadership aptitude, as he did a good job of organizing and leading his personnel. Tom took opportunities for training, and with his track record, eventually made Chief - and then, Senior Chief.
Then one day, the CTO of his ship called him into a meeting - and the Captain was there. They talked with him about big concepts like "potential", and while they agreed that he was invaluable as a chief, he would be an ideal candidate for OCS.
After struggling with the idea, he decided that it would be foolish to ignore the opportunity, and completed the sixteen week course at San Francisco.
After commission, Tom was invaluable. Instead of getting a green ensign, his new ship got a guy with fifteen years of actual hands on experience. He is again flying up the ranks, standing on the edge of earning his second full pip. |
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