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Lt. Cmdr Nijil is the XO for [[Starbase 118 Ops]]. He majors in Combat/Field level medicine. And minors in Pediatrics and Chiropractics. He took on the role of CMO for some time until he was given the XO commision. He was called away shortly after for a medical emergency of a global size. He then came back to the role of XO.  
Lt. Cmdr Nijil is the XO for [[Starbase 118 Ops]]. He majors in Combat/Field level medicine. And minors in Pediatrics and Chiropractics. He took on the role of CMO for some time until he was given the XO commision. He was called away shortly after for a medical emergency of a global size. He then came back to the role of XO.  


''Isn't funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back everything is different'' C.S. Lewis
''Isn't funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back everything is different'' C.S. Lewi


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* '''Gender''': Male
* '''Gender''': Male
* '''Telepathic status''': N/A
* '''Telepathic status''': N/A
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* '''Hair Color''': Dark Brown
* '''Hair Color''': Dark Brown
* '''Length of Hair''': Short, somewhat spiked in the front
* '''Length of Hair''': Short, somewhat spiked in the front
* '''Eye Color''': Blue
* '''Eyes''': Observant, but kind.
* '''Eye Color''': Blue, changes from pale to dark blue depending on mood
* '''Skin Tone''': Pale
* '''Skin Tone''': Pale
* '''Birthmarks, Scars''': Scar going across his nose. Scar on his inner high leading up to his groin. A few faded bite marks from eels.
* '''Visible Marks''': Scar going across the bridge of his nose
* '''Build''': Medium build, wide shoulders. Healthy.  
* '''Build''': Medium build, wide shoulders. Healthy.  
* '''Face''': Oval, hidden cheekbones, masculine, rough around the edges
* '''Face''': Oval, hidden cheekbones, masculine, rough around the edges
* '''Eyes''': Observant, but kind.
* '''Mouth''': Thicker lips. Usually appears very stoic
* '''Mouth''': Charismatic grin. Thicker lips. Usually appears very stoic
* '''Arms''': Muscular but not large. Long fingers
* '''Arms''': Muscular but not large. Long hands and fingers
* '''Legs''': Athletic. Scar on his inner thigh.  
* '''Legs''': Athletic. Scar on his inner thigh.  
* '''Carriage''': Casual, Relaxed or rigid as a board very little in between
* '''Carriage''': Casual, Relaxed or rigid as a board very little in between
* '''Poses ''': Hands on his hips or arms crossed. Leaning against door frames and nurses station
* '''Poses ''': Hands on his hips or arms crossed. Leaning against door frames and nurses station
* '''Taste in Clothing (when off duty)''': Clothes… Doesn’t matter what kind. Something comfortable. Prefers pants to shorts and ¾ sleeves to tees or long sleeve
* '''Taste in Clothing (when off duty)''': Clothes… Doesn’t matter what kind. Something comfortable. Prefers pants to shorts and ¾ sleeves to tees or long sleeve
*'''Appearance''': Stoic, stern, Can be fatherly like.
* '''Shoes''': Boots or no shoes
* '''Shoes''': Boots or no shoes
* '''Voice''': Tenor
* '''Voice''': Tenor
* '''Handedness''': Left. But throws right handed.  
* '''Handedness''': Left. But throws right handed.  
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*'''Quarters:''' Simple, not many personal items. It has an outside view to the stars, something that’s important to him. A family crest tapestry next to the door. A Purple African Violet on the coffee table, a gift from [[Alora DeVeau]]. His room has two bedrooms, each with personal washrooms. A small personal office and a large sitting room/kitchen/dining room. Very open layout.
*'''Office:''' Tidy. A four piece set of table and chairs are off to one side for more relaxed sitting. He has a ‘safe’ on the back wall for sketchbooks and a family dagger he takes with him on missions. A bottle of alcohol and a pair of crystal glasses kept in his desk.
*'''Favorite Drink:''' Strong black coffee, bitter teas, bourbon, Romulan Ale 
*'''Favorite Food:''' Real Ramen, dark chocolate,
*'''Habits:''' Rolling his eyes, mental snark, when sitting - stretches his legs way out.. 
*'''Mannerisms:''' Snarky, professional, stoic.
*'''Religion/Spiritual Devotion:''' He doesn’t believe in luck or fate, believes in the connection with falling stars. Hence the location of his rooms.
*'''Hobbies and Pastimes:''' He draws and sketches when he can, using real ink and paper - this is kept very private.
*'''Likes:''' Drinking - alone or with company, usually in small groups.
*'''Dislikes:''' To much hyperness, the cold
*'''Ambitions and Goals:'''
*'''Achievements in Life:''' Making CMO, making XO
*'''Disappointments in Life:''' All of the times he never finished something. Something came up and he had to walk away from finishing medical school a few times until joining Starfleet
*'''Temperament:''' Easily annoyed, but well controlled with his outward appearance. He can either be fatherly or doctor-like or has zero tolerance for a person. He had terrible bedside manner and only slightly better first officer manners.
*'''Mental problems (complexes and phobias)''': Paranoid. Skeptical of people’s true intent.
*'''Physical Limitations:'''
*'''Strengths:''' He has endurance even when injured. Vast knowledge of medicine and a good memory of people
*'''Weaknesses:''' Social skills, Trusting people,




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===History===
==Childhood==
Nijil was the first born to D’Amarak and S’Harien, and only son. He was a baby born on the move. Ready to get into trouble, create messes and havoc and exploring beyond what was safe. He pushed the limits from the get go never afraid. Though having been such a hefty handful, his parents questioned having more. Even after getting hurt, dinged up or into trouble he was attracted to more.  
*Born in D’da Vallia, a timber town.
*A quick learn, very independent
*Was known to scowl and frown early on.  
*His parents met while his father was on a military tour and his mother was entering the height of her music career. The crass young man, who said exactly what was on his mind made her swoon. She was willing to move in with him on the condition she was allowed to continue singing and visit the city often. Which he agreed too, of course.  


At the age of 4 he walked into the deep end of the pool, and sank to the bottom. He hadn’t learned to swim yet and the adults weren’t paying close enough attention to catch it right away. He held his breath, having studied and listen to the computer read about the functions and lessons of swimming. Those crisp blue eyes opened to see the swirl of light as it danced through the waves to the bottom of the pool. Ever so slowly it seemed, he floated up as the body will do. His dark matted hair clung to his face as he bobbed above the water. He swished his legs and threw out his arms and began to swim… when someone finally caught a glimpse of him, all were shocked. His dad jumped in to help give him support and make sure he was okay. To which Nijil grumbled at, trying to push away and do it himself.
Nijil was the first born to D’Amarak and S’Harien, and only son. He was a baby born on the move. Ready to get into trouble, create messes and havoc and explore beyond what was safe. He pushed the limits from the get go never afraid. Though having been such a hefty handful, his parents questioned having more. Even after getting hurt, dinged up or into trouble he was attracted to more.  


His home town was none too special. A small area surrounded by the thickest black woods you’ve ever seen. D’da Vallia was one of a series of timber towns. Their main trade was the specialty wood they produced and custom crafted into things. So many were woodworkers or people that worked well with their hands. This was his father's hometown too. His mother was from the big city, known for its music scene and high living. Which made living in D’da Vallia difficult at times for her.
At the age of 4 he walked into the deep end of the pool, and sank to the bottom. He hadn’t learned to swim yet and the adults weren’t paying close enough attention to catch it right away. He held his breath, having studied and listened to the computer read about the functions and lessons of swimming. Those crisp blue eyes opened to see the swirl of light as it danced through the waves to the bottom of the pool. Ever so slowly it seemed, he floated up as the body will do. His dark matted hair clung to his face as he bobbed above the water. He swished his legs and threw out his arms and began to swim… when someone finally caught a glimpse of him, all were shocked. His dad jumped in to help give him support and make sure he was okay. To which Nijil grumbled at, trying to push away and do it himself.


His parents met while his father was on a military tour and his mother was entering the height of her music career. The crass young man, who said exactly what was on his mind made her swoon. She was willing to move in with him on the condition she was allowed to continue singing and visit the city often. Which he agreed too, of course.


===Full Timeline===
# '''235210.31''': Nijil was born to D’Amarok and S’harien.
# '''232609.05''': Nijil nearly drowns in the pool at 4 years old
==Teenage Years==
Nijil was into literally everything. He could listen to people talk for hours but tended to move around a lot or tried to listen to too many at once. One of the biggest things that made him sit and be still was drawing. No grand artist, and barely shared with anyone. He could focus on the art, the lines and shading. He tried landscape, but found it not flawed enough. And so, he sketched people. But not just their faces that one saw in passing. But the layers that seemed to be hidden just beneath the surface. He drew their darkness and gray cloud. And also their beauty and joy. This would be something he would continue doing, though his time to do it less and less. This would also start his interest in anatomy.  
Nijil was into literally everything. He could listen to people talk for hours but tended to move around a lot or tried to listen to too many at once. One of the biggest things that made him sit and be still was drawing. No grand artist, and barely shared with anyone. He could focus on the art, the lines and shading. He tried landscape, but found it not flawed enough. And so, he sketched people. But not just their faces that one saw in passing. But the layers that seemed to be hidden just beneath the surface. He drew their darkness and gray cloud. And also their beauty and joy. This would be something he would continue doing, though his time to do it less and less. This would also start his interest in anatomy.  


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When Nijil was 14 his first sister, Nalah, was born. At age 16, S'Tarleya, was born. and finally at 17, D’mora was born. He wasn't very close with them, being so many years apart in age. They were whiny, screaming things with such strong personalities to begin with. All of which seemed to clash against his. He was… less than thrilled to have siblings, though he’d never admit it. But he didn’t have much say in the matter.  
When Nijil was 14 his first sister, Nalah, was born. At age 16, S'Tarleya, was born. and finally at 17, D’mora was born. He wasn't very close with them, being so many years apart in age. They were whiny, screaming things with such strong personalities to begin with. All of which seemed to clash against his. He was… less than thrilled to have siblings, though he’d never admit it. But he didn’t have much say in the matter.  


===Full Timeline===
# '''236608.03''': Nalah was born
# '''236806.29''': S’Tarleya was born
# '''236912.12''': D’mora was born
==Pre-Academy Years==
He moved from home at 20 to follow his dream of becoming a doctor. More specifically, a military medic. He left for his mother’s home city to the medical campus. It was there he realized his tolerance for people was slim. Well stupid people anyways. He started at one end of the medical spectrum with lofty goals of doing them all.  
He moved from home at 20 to follow his dream of becoming a doctor. More specifically, a military medic. He left for his mother’s home city to the medical campus. It was there he realized his tolerance for people was slim. Well stupid people anyways. He started at one end of the medical spectrum with lofty goals of doing them all.  


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When his sisters became old enough to take care of themselves, he would finally make the decision to go back to medical school. But rather than complete his school on Rekar III, he made the choice to join Starfleet.  
When his sisters became old enough to take care of themselves, he would finally make the decision to go back to medical school. But rather than complete his school on Rekar III, he made the choice to join Starfleet.  


===Full Timeline===
# '''237201.10''': Moved from home
# '''237402.02''': Chiropractic degree
# '''237408.02''': Father D’Amarok is KIA
# '''237410.22''': Returned home to help raise his sisters


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There had been one though, an older woman. And by older - meaning made him seem like a spring chicken, still wet behind the ears. She seemed to fancy long talks with him. Which was nice, seeing that he was about as socially capable as a new student in a new school. Only all of the time. It wasn’t until he was stationed that he realized the only reason he passed her class was because she liked his company…  
There had been one though, an older woman. And by older - meaning made him seem like a spring chicken, still wet behind the ears. She seemed to fancy long talks with him. Which was nice, seeing that he was about as socially capable as a new student in a new school. Only all of the time. It wasn’t until he was stationed that he realized the only reason he passed her class was because she liked his company…  
===Full Timeline===
# '''238208.10''': Joined Starfleet.
# '''238502.16''': Survived a rockslide on a training survival course
# '''238605.12''': Graduated Starfleet
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His first posting was on a Chimera class ship, the USS Day’s Dawn. It was left in Bojorian space, meant to help pick up the pieces left behind from the war. They chased down a few war criminals, but mostly spent their time planetside or running in circles. A very opinionated Rekarian mentioned more than once the lack of actual work they did. His captain at the time was looking forward to retirement and chose to not dangerously engage anyone. It meant a lot of downtime for Nijil. A good and bad thing. Luckily the Bojorians felt free to call upon his skills from time to time.  
His first posting was on a Chimera class ship, the USS Day’s Dawn. It was left in Bojorian space, meant to help pick up the pieces left behind from the war. They chased down a few war criminals, but mostly spent their time planetside or running in circles. A very opinionated Rekarian mentioned more than once the lack of actual work they did. His captain at the time was looking forward to retirement and chose to not dangerously engage anyone. It meant a lot of downtime for Nijil. A good and bad thing. Luckily the Bojorians felt free to call upon his skills from time to time.  


Next a Luna class starship, the USS Fredrick. Who ever came up with these names tended to focus on Terran ones. He was transferred there six months after the Day’s Dawn. Apparently he had pushed the captain enough that he got rid of him. The Fredrick was moderately more interesting. They scored the boarder between the federation and the Breen. The eccentric people were known to push the limits, constantly checking for weakness. They had licked their wounds but seemed unphased by the Dominion war. The Fredrick would come to blows, where a portion of the crew were killed or captured and the rest barely escaping in escape pods. Nijil was one of those captured. Drugged to oblivion, to spill some top secret. Or at least that was the idea. He wouldn’t remember much from his time aboard their ship. Sometimes, after a long day, he would close his eyes and see minuscule flashbacks. Always hazy and disorienting. He does, however clearly remember waking up planetside and stumbling about in the dark and falling… luckily there was a small pond of deep water. It was was connected to greater oceans through underground canals. What made it not so lucky were the carnivorous eel like serpents that decided to take hefty chucks from his torso and legs. In fact, one bit so hard that it tore open his inner thigh. He was worried it was going after his junk. After a desperate swim and underwater fight, he made it to land. A few days later they were all picked up. Apparently courtesy of the Breen giving their people a call. With no ship now, those remaining of the crew were forced to relocate.  
Next a Luna class starship, the USS Fredrick. Whoever came up with these names tended to focus on Terran ones. He was transferred there six months after the Day’s Dawn. Apparently he had pushed the captain enough that he got rid of him. The Fredrick was moderately more interesting. They scored the border between the federation and the Breen. The eccentric people were known to push the limits, constantly checking for weakness. They had licked their wounds but seemed unphased by the Dominion war. The Fredrick would come to blows, where a portion of the crew were killed or captured and the rest barely escaping in escape pods. Nijil was one of those captured. Drugged to oblivion, to spill some top secret. Or at least that was the idea. He wouldn’t remember much from his time aboard their ship. Sometimes, after a long day, he would close his eyes and see minuscule flashbacks. Always hazy and disorienting. He does, however, clearly remember waking up planetside and stumbling about in the dark and falling… luckily there was a small pond of deep water. It was connected to greater oceans through underground canals. What made it not so lucky were the carnivorous eel like serpents that decided to take hefty chucks from his torso and legs. In fact, one bit so hard that it tore open his inner thigh. He was worried it was going after his privates. After a desperate swim and underwater fight, he made it to land. A few days later they were all picked up. Apparently courtesy of the Breen giving their people a call. With no ship now, those remaining of the crew were forced to relocate.  


Next Olympic class, the USS Britannia Petite. An name suiting the captain, not the ship. A dwarf of a Terran, well two inches above. Captain Lucy Endymion. She was a good captain with a good ship, who took in stragglers from across the fleet. And made it her personal mission to get to know all of them on a personal level. He respected her greatly, but unmercifully teased her about her height. When she became a captain, people seemed intimidated by her, and unwilling to treat her like any other person. Him, being one of the few exceptions, despite being only a LtJg. They became fast friends and still keep in contact. When he left, after being reassigned to a ship in need of medical personal, she had offered to write a letter of recommendation. Or better yet, ask to let him stay. A sweet sentiment, but he was needed elsewhere, and where he was needed he went.  
Next Olympic class, the USS Britannia Petite. A name suiting the captain, not the ship. A dwarf of a Terran, well two inches above. Captain Lucy Endymion. She was a good captain with a good ship, who took in stragglers from across the fleet. And made it her personal mission to get to know all of them on a personal level. He respected her greatly, but unmercifully teased her about her height. When she became a captain, people seemed intimidated by her, and unwilling to treat her like any other person. Him, being one of the few exceptions, despite being only a LtJg. They became fast friends and still keep in contact. When he left, after being reassigned to a ship in need of medical personnel, she had offered to write a letter of recommendation. Or better yet, ask to let him stay. A sweet sentiment, but he was needed elsewhere, and where he was needed he went.  


The Nebula class starship, USS Mazak, was probably one of the most uneventful ships he’d ever been on. They touched base with their outstanding colonies, and met up with allied worlds - the ones not apart of the Federation. But ran drills all day because the captain had some kind of fetish for them. As soon as he could he jumped ships. This cargo running diplomatic ship was simply not for him.  
The Nebula class starship, USS Mazak, was probably one of the most uneventful ships he’d ever been on. They touched base with their outstanding colonies, and met up with allied worlds - the ones not a part of the Federation. But ran drills all day because the captain had some kind of fetish for them. As soon as he could he jumped ships. This cargo running diplomatic ship was simply not for him.  


Next was an Intrepid class ship. The USS Ingersoll. There he met germs, and dangerous fungi and all the things that could go wrong when scientists were aloud to run amok. The science based ship seemed to be the most notorious for getting into trouble. Either because they went somewhere they weren’t suppose to or did something they weren’t suppose to. It was the most … comical ship he’d ever been on. As if it were a never ending run of the Black Adler. The captain and majority of the crew were scientists - mad ones at that. With two medics - including him. And a handful of engineers looking to make a breakthrough in warp drives. Which roughly translated to they nearly blew the ship up regularly. Nijil had to fend of viruses and diseases. He got pretty sick a few times. One things caused temporary blindness and sweaty palms. Another gave him Crohn's symptoms. Once he was laid up with something like the chicken pox - imagine someone covered in green spots-  only it burned instead of itched with a fever so high he should have been in a coma - others where. But drugs, caffeine and enough alcohol to burn back, he managed to limp through. Even found how to cure it. This made him absolutely abhor the idea of ever being sick. To the point that on the rare chance he was, he tended to be excirciatingly pissy.
Next was an Intrepid class ship. The USS Ingersoll. There he met germs, and dangerous fungi and all the things that could go wrong when scientists were allowed to run amok. The science based ship seemed to be the most notorious for getting into trouble. Either because they went somewhere they weren’t supposed to or did something they weren’t supposed to. It was the most … comical ship he’d ever been on. As if it were a never ending run of the Black Adler. The captain and majority of the crew were scientists - mad ones at that. With two medics - including him. And a handful of engineers looking to make a breakthrough in warp drives. Which roughly translated to they nearly blew the ship up regularly. Nijil had to fend off viruses and diseases. He got pretty sick a few times. One thing caused temporary blindness and sweaty palms. Another gave him Crohn's symptoms. Once he was laid up with something like the chicken pox - imagine someone covered in green spots-  only it burned instead of itched with a fever so high he should have been in a coma - others where. But drugs, caffeine and enough alcohol to burn back, he managed to limp through. Even found how to cure it. This made him absolutely abhor the idea of ever being sick. To the point that on the rare chance he was, he tended to be excirciatingly pissy.


Constitution class, the USS Constitution - A. He managed to get away from the crazies after two of the Scientists were arrested for attempted genocide. This is where he met a CMO who could be as cratankorous as him. He got along well with Wyn, they both were no bull kind of people. More interested in fixing things rather than listening to excuses. Nijil appreciated that greatly. Also where he met Alize Sorenson, an incredibly attractive mortician. The ship was incredibly fond of relationships of all kinds. Bonds, friends or more. Probably the most caring ship he’d even been apart of. Though, he never felt like he fit in. To dark, to unforgiving. With a severe lack of patience and bedside manner he was seen as more of a jerk then anything. Granted that was what most people thought of him. It was just more noticeable there it seemed to him. Though Alize countered that. And awkwardly they danced around each other, neither making the first move. But of course, they were both black sheep, awkward ducklings.
Constitution class, the USS Constitution - A. He managed to get away from the crazies after two of the Scientists were arrested for attempted genocide. This is where he met a CMO who could be as cratankorous as him. He got along well with Wyn, they both were no bull kind of people. More interested in fixing things rather than listening to excuses. Nijil appreciated that greatly. Also where he met Alize Sorenson, an incredibly attractive mortician. The ship was incredibly fond of relationships of all kinds. Bonds, friends or more. Probably the most caring ship he’d ever been a part of. Though, he never felt like he fit in. To dark, to unforgiving. With a severe lack of patience and bedside manner he was seen as more of a jerk then anything. Granted that was what most people thought of him. It was just more noticeable there it seemed to him. Though Alize countered that. And awkwardly they danced around each other, neither making the first move. But of course, they were both black sheep, awkward ducklings and eventually they came together


Starbase 118 was the first Starbase he’d been stationed too. And for all the ones he could land on, it was the largest of them all. A conglomerate of cultures. He wasn’t sure what to expect, an unusual Captain and even more so CMO. When he came, he found Ezo to be a light hearted woman and reasonable to work with. Of course there was the night she made fun of his beard… But she was very admired by those around. So when she left, there was a noticeable missing part of Sickbay. Something he wasn’t any good at filling. But he was more than a little pleasantly surprised when Alize showed up, in all her glory. A fine posting for a fine woman, mortician and forensic science. Here he found lots to do. Working with the marines as emergency medical response teams, to learning about different worlds. Specifically Klingon - which was a fancy of Alize. He liked what he’d seen and was more then willing to delve in deeper with her. Although the night his mother and siblings came… forever grateful for slipping away with Alize to get rather sloshed in a local pub.  
Starbase 118 was the first Starbase he’d been stationed too. And for all the ones he could land on, it was the largest of them all. A conglomerate of cultures. He wasn’t sure what to expect, an unusual Captain and even more so CMO. When he came, he found Ezo to be a light hearted woman and reasonable to work with. Of course there was the night she made fun of his beard… But she was very admired by those around. So when she left, there was a noticeable missing part of Sickbay. Something he wasn’t any good at filling. But he was more than a little pleasantly surprised when Alize showed up, in all her glory. A fine posting for a fine woman, mortician and forensic science. Here he found lots to do. Working with the marines as emergency medical response teams, to learning about different worlds. Specifically Klingon - which was a fancy of Alize. He liked what he’d seen and was more than willing to delve in deeper with her. Although the night his mother and siblings came… forever grateful for slipping away with Alize to get rather sloshed in a local pub.  


After much griping about no CMO, Captain Taybrim surprised him with the position…
After much griping about no CMO, Captain Taybrim surprised him with the position…
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Fates would not be kind though, because the missions to follow would be painful - physically and mentally.  
Fates would not be kind though, because the missions to follow would be painful - physically and mentally.  
===Full Timeline===
# '''238605.12''': Graduated Starfleet Academy
# '''238607.02''': Stationed on USS Day’s Dawn
# '''238710.17''': Transferred to USS Fredrick
# '''238801.30''': Captured by the Breen
# '''238801.31''': Left behind on an Unknown planet, attacked by eels
# '''238702.02''': Rescued by Starfleet
# '''238803.04''': Stationed on USS Britannia Petite
# '''239002.17''': Transferred to USS Mazak
# '''239109.01''': Transferred to USS Ingersoll
# '''239202.17''': Transferred to [[USS Constitution]]
# '''239412.02''': Transferred to [[Starbase 118 Ops]]
# '''239508.22''': Was made Chief Medical Officer
# '''239603.08''': Was made First Officer
# '''239605.28''': Leaves [[Starbase 118 Ops]] to lend aid during global medical emergency
# '''239701.05''': Returned [[Starbase 118 Ops]] and resumed his position of First Officer after the leave of Commander Gogi


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! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |Lieutenant  
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |Lieutenant  
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |239103.04 - 239202.17
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |238803.04 - 239002.17
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |USS Britannia Petite
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |USS Britannia Petite
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |Medic
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |Medic
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! style="background:#000;" |{{Pips|Lieutenant|Blue|STO}}
! style="background:#000;" |{{Pips|Lieutenant|Blue|STO}}
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |Lieutenant  
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |Lieutenant  
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |239202.17 - 239209.01
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |239002.17 - 239109.01
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" | USS Mazak
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" | USS Mazak
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |Medic
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |Medic
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! style="background:#000;" |{{Pips|Lieutenant|Blue|STO}}
! style="background:#000;" |{{Pips|Lieutenant|Blue|STO}}
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |Lieutenant  
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |Lieutenant  
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |239209.01 - 239302.17
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |239109.01 - 239202.17
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |USS Ingersoll
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |USS Ingersoll
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |Medic
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |Medic
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! style="background:#000;" |{{Pips|Lieutenant|Blue|STO}}
! style="background:#000;" |{{Pips|Lieutenant|Blue|STO}}
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |Lieutenant  
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |Lieutenant  
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |239302.17 - 239412.02
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |239202.17 - 239412.02
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |{{USS|Constitution-B}}
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |{{USS|Constitution-B}}
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |Medic
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |Medic
Rustyy Hael
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