[RD3 EVENT] - REFLECTION DAY 3 - BIOGRAPHY
Terran Empire Intelligence Report - Declassified
Keywords: #reflectionday3 #mirrorbio
Full Name: Janice Rand
Stationed: ISS Imperator
Ship Class: Mobius Temporal Warship
Biography:
Living her days out in a labor camp, Janice Rand, would look at the stars in hope that with every new one she counted, the Terran Empire would conquer another. As a prisoner of war she fell under the constant lash of a Klingon guard who took no pity on the fact she was a young human girl.
Before her time in the camps she was the proud daughter of Terran Commander Irene Rand. Irene, won several accommodations for her ingenuity on the battlefield, including the Fist of Valor, and the Conquest Initiative Dark Heart Medal. They lived in idyllic luxury on the Sirus Prime colony that was once home to the Terran Elite. Beautiful pine covered vistas that resembled her home back in Montauk on Earth.
However, these days Irene served as hairdresser to the Klingon Priestess to ran the holy camp.
This was not like any POW camp, it was managed by a Kahless the Unforgivable religious sect. Each morning Janice and Irene would head toward the Priestess’s overlook acropolis to clean, braid and coif the hair of the head mistresses all the while listening to the Klingon women practice there season about how the Terrans mere miserable Ha’DibaH, which roughly translates to dogs. They believed that only pure labor could bring these beings into the merciful eyes of their high Emperor. A motto of Kahless was that he was not forgiven as Mojler killed him on site for being a wretched soul. But it was Kahless’s wish that the slaves work to bring him to Sto’vo’kor.
And so the slaves worked day and night on or around the compounds to help and keep Kahless in Sto’Vo’Kor. It was “the paths of the slaves to take,” Girkla would chant from her acropolis to the slaves and her coven below. She often reminded her people of their status. To Girkla, anyone not Klingon, was instantly considered a lower echelon in society. Girkla, often would show them how large a gap that was.
Janice was lucky for her early life, do to her mothers actions and well done work, Janice revived preferential treatment to most slaves. Girkla’s daughters needed a personal hand servant so she became one at an early age. For her this was easy, the children preferred to hunt and play so Janice was just another friend to them.
Eventually, Girkla grew jealous of Janice as she grew into a young women, sharing interests with the only human boys left on the colony. This would not do for the high priestess, she was to catch the eyes of all the men. Girkla, for her own enjoyment, had Irene publicly shave Janice’s hair in front of the men, to show them that “human females were hideous without their hair.”
For the first time in Irene’s life, she cried, as each strand of golden hair was steered off. Janice watched as Irene silently sobbed to herself as she watched herself be shorn like a sheep. Janice sat still and stared out to the crowd blankly waiting for the event to end. She caught the eyes of the slaves as she stoically endured this public shaming.
Janice knew, it was just hair that would eventually grow back, but under her skin grew a rage darker than anything she has felt before. It was the sting on betrayal. She had been a good daughter, good servant, and obeyed the law of the land, and prayed to the same gods the priestesses did, an for that she was shamed. She knew in that moment she could do no wrong and still be made into puppet.
Days passed, and Girkla had mirrored windows put on buildings that were on the path for Janice and Irene to the acropolis, for the sole purpose of making them see themselves. “An attrition of vanity,” Girkla called it, “for humans must see themselves to know themselves.” And like that, Janice finally saw her full image since the camp. She had become gaunt, dirty and shorn. She knew this was not the life for her.
Many long sleepless nights passed as she laid silently plotting her move. She planned every detail, the walk through the courtyard, the slipping into the acropolis, the timing of the guards, she would have her revenge.
One afternoon, a Klingon supply run of gagh and blood wine arrived by jumper from a Klingon Dignitary who was pleased with Girkla’s work on the planet. From a her duties as the children’s hand servant Janice watched mindlessly as the jumper was off loaded, and the barrels were piled aft of the craft. Tagor, a Klingon guard who was assigned to to the off load caught Janice’s gaze and confused her mindless staring as a sign of her looking at him. He called her over and invited her into the shuttle, which she respectfully did.
Tovar proceeded to come on to Janice, which ended up as his final mistake. She quickly killed him, and shut the loading door to the shuttle. Her long planned out escape was suddenly thrown away, and the new plan of shuttle escape was realized.
She fired up the thrusters and maneuvered the craft slowly up. As she took off she saw men dispatched in her direction as she most likely did not clear the final launch sequence with ground control. She realized quickly that her mandatory training on learning Klingon scripture paid off. She was able to find the arm disrupters button and took aim on soldiers heading her way and fired.
As she was up in the air, she soon realized that even for a light craft it was armed with torpedos. On her final accent before heading off she aimed a warhead at the acropolis, what was once her home and prison, she fired. She knew the priestess was on there with her children, she knew her mother was in there with them, she knew once she fired, there was no going back. And with that she left her colony in ruins and set course for Earth.
Janice was awarded a medal of valor for her actions on Sirus Prime and was given a commission of lieutenant in the Terran Militia. Due to her quick thinking and ability to act covertly when needed she was placed in the Terran Temporal Division. She would pilfer technology from the future and bring it back to the past to help aide the Terran empire. But to her, nothing compares to the special time of year, when the subspace eddies in the time stream begin to overlap in the badlands and she can easily move between universes. She likes to keep an eye on her Prime counterpart of whom she keeps in touch with, if not only to share hair tips.
Keywords: #reflectionday3 #mirrorbio
Full Name: Janice Rand
Stationed: ISS Imperator
Ship Class: Mobius Temporal Warship
Biography:
Living her days out in a labor camp, Janice Rand, would look at the stars in hope that with every new one she counted, the Terran Empire would conquer another. As a prisoner of war she fell under the constant lash of a Klingon guard who took no pity on the fact she was a young human girl.
Before her time in the camps she was the proud daughter of Terran Commander Irene Rand. Irene, won several accommodations for her ingenuity on the battlefield, including the Fist of Valor, and the Conquest Initiative Dark Heart Medal. They lived in idyllic luxury on the Sirus Prime colony that was once home to the Terran Elite. Beautiful pine covered vistas that resembled her home back in Montauk on Earth.
However, these days Irene served as hairdresser to the Klingon Priestess to ran the holy camp.
This was not like any POW camp, it was managed by a Kahless the Unforgivable religious sect. Each morning Janice and Irene would head toward the Priestess’s overlook acropolis to clean, braid and coif the hair of the head mistresses all the while listening to the Klingon women practice there season about how the Terrans mere miserable Ha’DibaH, which roughly translates to dogs. They believed that only pure labor could bring these beings into the merciful eyes of their high Emperor. A motto of Kahless was that he was not forgiven as Mojler killed him on site for being a wretched soul. But it was Kahless’s wish that the slaves work to bring him to Sto’vo’kor.
And so the slaves worked day and night on or around the compounds to help and keep Kahless in Sto’Vo’Kor. It was “the paths of the slaves to take,” Girkla would chant from her acropolis to the slaves and her coven below. She often reminded her people of their status. To Girkla, anyone not Klingon, was instantly considered a lower echelon in society. Girkla, often would show them how large a gap that was.
Janice was lucky for her early life, do to her mothers actions and well done work, Janice revived preferential treatment to most slaves. Girkla’s daughters needed a personal hand servant so she became one at an early age. For her this was easy, the children preferred to hunt and play so Janice was just another friend to them.
Eventually, Girkla grew jealous of Janice as she grew into a young women, sharing interests with the only human boys left on the colony. This would not do for the high priestess, she was to catch the eyes of all the men. Girkla, for her own enjoyment, had Irene publicly shave Janice’s hair in front of the men, to show them that “human females were hideous without their hair.”
For the first time in Irene’s life, she cried, as each strand of golden hair was steered off. Janice watched as Irene silently sobbed to herself as she watched herself be shorn like a sheep. Janice sat still and stared out to the crowd blankly waiting for the event to end. She caught the eyes of the slaves as she stoically endured this public shaming.
Janice knew, it was just hair that would eventually grow back, but under her skin grew a rage darker than anything she has felt before. It was the sting on betrayal. She had been a good daughter, good servant, and obeyed the law of the land, and prayed to the same gods the priestesses did, an for that she was shamed. She knew in that moment she could do no wrong and still be made into puppet.
Days passed, and Girkla had mirrored windows put on buildings that were on the path for Janice and Irene to the acropolis, for the sole purpose of making them see themselves. “An attrition of vanity,” Girkla called it, “for humans must see themselves to know themselves.” And like that, Janice finally saw her full image since the camp. She had become gaunt, dirty and shorn. She knew this was not the life for her.
Many long sleepless nights passed as she laid silently plotting her move. She planned every detail, the walk through the courtyard, the slipping into the acropolis, the timing of the guards, she would have her revenge.
One afternoon, a Klingon supply run of gagh and blood wine arrived by jumper from a Klingon Dignitary who was pleased with Girkla’s work on the planet. From a her duties as the children’s hand servant Janice watched mindlessly as the jumper was off loaded, and the barrels were piled aft of the craft. Tagor, a Klingon guard who was assigned to to the off load caught Janice’s gaze and confused her mindless staring as a sign of her looking at him. He called her over and invited her into the shuttle, which she respectfully did.
Tovar proceeded to come on to Janice, which ended up as his final mistake. She quickly killed him, and shut the loading door to the shuttle. Her long planned out escape was suddenly thrown away, and the new plan of shuttle escape was realized.
She fired up the thrusters and maneuvered the craft slowly up. As she took off she saw men dispatched in her direction as she most likely did not clear the final launch sequence with ground control. She realized quickly that her mandatory training on learning Klingon scripture paid off. She was able to find the arm disrupters button and took aim on soldiers heading her way and fired.
As she was up in the air, she soon realized that even for a light craft it was armed with torpedos. On her final accent before heading off she aimed a warhead at the acropolis, what was once her home and prison, she fired. She knew the priestess was on there with her children, she knew her mother was in there with them, she knew once she fired, there was no going back. And with that she left her colony in ruins and set course for Earth.
Janice was awarded a medal of valor for her actions on Sirus Prime and was given a commission of lieutenant in the Terran Militia. Due to her quick thinking and ability to act covertly when needed she was placed in the Terran Temporal Division. She would pilfer technology from the future and bring it back to the past to help aide the Terran empire. But to her, nothing compares to the special time of year, when the subspace eddies in the time stream begin to overlap in the badlands and she can easily move between universes. She likes to keep an eye on her Prime counterpart of whom she keeps in touch with, if not only to share hair tips.
