Fenel Tanet

[Fenel]

Full Name: Fenel Tanet

Date of Birth: 22, 08, 2364

Place of birth: “The Endeavor” a Bolian Freighter while in the Gamma Quadrant

Race: Bolian

Gender: female

Position: CMO

Qualifications: Fenel learned all about ship life on her parent’s freighter since she was a young girl. She took further training on Bolarus IX before taking the entrance exams to the Academy

Appearance: Blue skin with a hint of violet, she is bald. Her eyes are artificial and completely black. She is 5 foot 6 and weighs 135 lbs

Background: Fenel was born to her loving parents Prizz, Venet and Yerat (Venet’s co-husband) while on a trading/exploration trip to the Gamma Quadrant. She grew up on their ship until it was reduced to mothballs when she was 14. The Family then traveled back to Bolarus IX where she began further training in Medicine

Medical record: an accident directly after her birth have led to Fenel being permanently blind, she has received ocular implants, but remains colour blind. On the plus side, recent her Ocular implants allow her to magnify and focus objects, coming in handy during complex surgery. Much of her brain has been replaced with neural implants and other technology necessary to keep her alive. In many respects she is compairable to a Federation cyborg. Like all Bolians her blood is incompatible with Vulcan blood

Intrests: Fenel enjoys a good book and also loves to cook (although few other species would enjoy her dished). Fenel has recently taken up black and white photography in an attemot to get people to understand her world and enjoys painting, but hasn't shown much talent due to an inability to use colours

Other: Fenel has one older brother who works as a tailor on Trill. Born a twin, her would be sister died soon after birth.

[Fenel]

(Here is a little more Background Info on Fenel in the form of a story for your enjoyment. I'll add to it as I have time)

Fenel felt overwhelmed by the beat of the music, flashing lights and engulfing hear. Beside her Liona seemed relaxed and was son to her fifth drink, Chip was chatting up one of the Orion waitresses and o her other side Zenaka’s antenna moved to the music. Clubs where not something Fenel usually indulged in. Drinks messed with her Synapses to the point where she could be out for days, loud music was deafening and the lights… the lights served only to make her feel nauseous and to confuse what site she had. Going to the club had seemed like a good idea back at the Academy, their exams finished the stiffl formalities over and the shinny new pips fresh on their collars. They where newly graduated Ensigns, and it was time to celebrate, but telling herself this didn’t stop Fenel from wanting to make a break for it.
“Hey sweetheart, loosen up a little your ears are starting to spark.” Zeneka crooned, making an excellent impression of Chip, who had sidled his way up next the waitress. Her tray lay abandoned on the table. Zenaka’s hand slid into hers “Close your eyes, relax and move to the beat.” Fenel reluctantly followed the Andorian to the dance floor. Fenel caught a few stares before she obediently closed her eyes. Zeneka got his post the morning, he’d be on the security team of the USS Victoria, an Intrepid class vessel and a good position for someone who’d never fully applied themselves. Chip was destined for Junior Navigational Officer on board a Nova Class Frigate called “The Beachcomber” He was noticeably upset. Liona was to be the Junior Operations officer on the “USS Spirit” a Galaxy class vessel, but this was no surprise she’d always been one of the better students. Fenel would be traveling to Cardassia as a junior Medical Officer at a research facility. Liona, Zeneka and Chip had all given her pitying glances when she’d told them, but Cardassia could be interesting, and as long as Admiral Benedict was around, she couldn’t expect anything better. Besides she’d had enough space travel in her youth.

Fenel’s parents had been crewmembers on “the Endeavor” a small Bolian transport which traveled from Deep Space Nine to the Gamma Quadrant. Her mother, Venet, managed the business side of things while her father “Prizz” was the chief engineer, but it was in her mother’s Co-Husband that Fenel found a Kindred spirit. Yevant was the ships Medical Officer and had taught Fenel haw to be and outstanding doctor, but still harbored guilt regarding the events surrounding Fenel’s birth. When it was time for Venet to give birth, she did as all good Bolians would, she headed for Engineering. There’s and old belief that babies born by the warp reactor are good tempered and it didn’t enter the crews mind for one moment that this might have been a bad place for a birth, especially in an area as dangerous as Dominion territory. Fenel’s parents never got into much detail, and so Fenel knew the accident as this: a Jem’Hadar ship decloaked, took two shots at the Transport, rupturing the warp reactor. Fenel’s twin sister was immediately killed. Fenel was left unrecognizable and her parent’s in critical condition. The entire ship would have been debris if it hadn’t been for a Federation vessel tracking the Jem’Hadar. The Federation cruiser towed the Transport through the wormhole, and left Fenel in the hands of the Medical officer on board Deep Space Nine. Fenel would probably have died if it hadn’t been more Doctor Bashir’s take on genetic enhancements. Being genetically enhanced left him more open to what some would consider unthinkable. Utilizing Borg like technology Fenel’s eyes, ear drums and half her brain where replaced with implants, and lengthy cosmetic surgery restored her natural features. Doctor Bashir wrote a lengthy, widely criticized paper on the operation. Fenel grew up under the medical care of both her Mother’s husbands and lived a relatively normal life, a part from the stares and teasing she received from other children. It was not until she applied for Star Fleet academy that she ran into any major trouble.

Fenel’s marks had always been high, she’d strived for that, and put in a great deal of work to insure it stayed that way. Admiral Benedict aimed to prove otherwise. Fenel had aced the entrance exams and was required to have a face to face interview with one of the Instructors. They noticed her ocular implants, and mentioned it casually to Admiral Benedict, who out in a little research. He pulled up Doctor Bashir’s paper and denied Fenel entrance due to the fact she had an “unfair advantage.” Under Doctor Bashir’s guidance Fenel brought the issue to court and ended up in a legal battle that would last several years. Many issues rose to the surface, Fenel’s brain responded twice as fast as the average Bolian, her hearing was sharper, she had a better sense of smell, she could see clearer and could magnify objects (although was completely colour blind) and she did not dream. This last point was brought up in a desperate attempt by the Admiral to suggest that she was not even sentient. In the end, Fenel was granted entrance, but Admiral Benedict treated her like a thorn in his side.

Fenel’s thoughts where interrupted by a powerful tug. Her eyes flashed open and she saw the ground rush toward her. Zeneka’s hand reached out and grabbed her. ‘Sorry, I’ve never tired that move before, probably should have warned you.” Fenel gave him a playful punch, she was feeling better already.
“Ensign Tanet?” One of the waitresses asked, tapping her on the shoulder. Fenel turned around. “Oh!” the waitress exclaimed as she made eye contact, she quickly recovered her dignity. “We’ve got an incoming message in the office, Star Fleet says it’s urgent.
“What the Sthingy heads can’t wait?” Zeneka grinned. Fenel gave him a withering stare and followed the waitress to the manager’s office. The face on the screen was the last person she wanted to talk to right now.
“Nice dress Ensign, if you where still at the Academy I’d have that put on your record.” Admiral Benedict greeted tartly.
“What I do off duty isn’t your concern, speaking of which what was so important that you needed to get a hold of me now?” Fenel had had about enough of the old human.
“You’re assignment has changed. Something came up and we thought you’d be the best for the job.” The Admiral had a triumphant look in his eye and Fenel wondered what could be worse then Cardassia.
“The CMO on Starbase Beta’s gone and got himself assimilated. They’re having a Borg problem and need a replacement. You’re to report to transported pad three tomorrow at 400 hours with your things. That is all.” The Admiral cut out before Fenel could say anything.
She headed back for the dance floor, her mind unable to accept what she had just heard. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, what’s wrong?” Liona sat Fenel down at the table, and gestured at Chip to tear his eyes away from the waitress.
“I’ve been reassigned, I’m to go and get myself assimilated.” Fenel said the words before she even thought about them.
“What!” Chip exclaimed, his drink spewing out of his mouth.
“I do the jokes Fenel, not you.” Zeneka replied somberly. “Tell us again.”
“I’ve been assigned to Star Base Beta, the old CMO go assimilated.” Fenel reported slowly. They’d all heard about Star Base Beta, a first strike point for any Borg invasion which already had it’s fair share of trouble.
“Sounds better then dry hot Cardassia.” Chip offered optimistically.
“Except Cardassia’s not crawling with Borg, why would they send… oh.” Zeneka nodded. ‘Benedict the slime infested…”
“Fenel’s taken extension course in micro engineering and nanoprobes, she’d practically an expert in the field.” Liona added in, she out of all of them seemed to have some measure of respect for the Admiral.
“My implants aren’t Borg Implants. Sure I can remove them, but this is the type of job a more experienced Doctor is offered, but doesn’t want, Star Base Beta is huge, it’s not going to be easy even without the Borg.

[Fenel]

“When do you leave?” Liona asked, changing the subject to something more tangible.
“Tomorrow morning, 400 hrs.” Fenel replied, “I got to go, I haven’t packed yet!”
The others looked around at the club, which had kicked it up a notch by adding more lights, more sexy waitresses and louder music. Fenel could tell that they didn’t want to leave, she felt somewhat betrayed.
“I’ll walk you back to the Academy.” Zeneka offered as he picked his coat up off the table. “Streets are dangerous even for us Starfleets.” He gave her a wink as he slipped his coat on over her shoulders. Fenel had forgotten to bring a jacket, and even in San Francisco nights where cold.

They left the anarchy of the club and headed out towards the friendly lights of Starfleet Academy. Zeneka (who was never content with silence) insisted on bringing up the first time the four friends had met. The Academy grounds where well cared for by a team of gardeners, streams and ponds split the land while trees and flower beds decorated the horizon. After Fenel’s first day of classes she’d gone out searching for a secluded corner to study, and came across a knurly oak tree that looked like it had been around for centuries. She’d studied under the shade of its branches, and had returned every day afterwards. After about a week she found her favorite spot “invaded” by two humans. Chip and Liona had gone to high School together, although never hung out until they got to Star Fleet academy. Chip needed help with some of his course work, and Liona offered her assistance. They too had discovered the study tree. Fenel sat on the other side of the trunk, but Chip’s friendly nature soon drove her to conversation. The three of them became study partners. Less then a month afterwards Zeneka joined them, he was out searching for a lost PADD when he nearly crashed into the other three cadets. Together they found the PADD, and he’d studied with them ever since.
“Although all I really did was nap while Liona droned on about something or other, Chip checked any female that walked by and you stared of into nothing.” Zeneka finished as they neared the Cadet residence.
“Why are you telling me this, I was there.” Fenel asked, she was never one to despise silence.
Zeneka stopped “I didn’t loss that PADD, I hid it.”
“You hid your report on Federation armory regulations.” Fenel turned to face him, insuring she’d heard him correctly.
“I didn’t know how else to… approach you. I thought if I could enlist your help in finding something then I’d get a chance to get to know you.”
“All you had to do was come up and say hi. People avoid me because I represent the unknown, not because I bite.” Fenel was becoming impatient.
“I don’t want you to go to Deep Space Beta, it’s too dangerous.” Zeneka insisted.
“I don’t have a choice, we go where we are assigned.”
“What if I don’t see you again? Fenel, I thought I’d dropped enough hints, but obviously not.” He grabbed her hand. “Why are you ignoring me?”
“Because you aren’t making my departure any easier. If we hook up now we are only asking for trouble. Long distant relationships don’t work.”
“Do you love me or do you not?” He asked.
“I won’t answer that. Visit me when the Victoria is docked at the base, maybe things will have changed.” Fenel turned away and walked up the steps to her quarters, refusing to look back and risk changing her mind.

If she’d had the time she would have paced her quarters, had a glass of pineapple spritzer and contacted Liona, but she didn’t have time. Instead she vented her frustrations as she packed, not wasting time by folding her clothes, but rather shoving them unceremoniously in her bags. Midges guarded each and every suitcase, hissing every time Fenel came anywhere near her. Midges didn’t like traveling. Fenel didn’t know a cat that did. By 200 hrs everything was packed and waiting on a hover cart. Fenel was tending to the scratches she’d sustained getting Midges into the cat carrier. She had time to shower, change into her new uniform and then grab something to eat. It was customary to be early for departures, even if it meant sitting around for fifteen minutes.

[Fenel]

The mess hall was quiet, which was not surprising. There where no more classes, and most cadets were using the opportunity to sleep. She approached a replicator. “pancakes with maple syrup” she ordered. She’d become found of the breakfast after visiting rural Ottawa with Liona and Chip, both of whom where Canadian. Sitting down at a table in the corner she started down at her plate. Her stomach rumbled, but she just didn’t feel like eating. Anything she out in her mouth would probably just come out again. She pushed the plate away and cupped her face in her hands. If she was anyone else she’d have tears forming in her eyes. Instead her throat grew sore, and her shoulders shook. She shouldn’t have brushed Zeneka off like she had. He’d shown his interest in her before and was perfectly valid in trying to get a definite response from her. What with SBB casualty lists staring the cadets in the face each day, he had every reason to be worried about her. But there wasn’t a thing she could do about it, and the idea of pegging his heart down, only to live him just didn’t feel right. Except that’s exactly what you’re doing she thought angrily, getting up and heading back to the replicator. She shoved the plate in. “Recycle” she ordered and headed towards her hovercart where Midges was still growling.

“Good morning Ensign!” Commander Brudge, one of her old instructors beamed as he brushed past her into the mess hall. “Heading off to Cardassia already?”
Commander Brudge had taught her xenophyscology, and of all her instructors, would be the most understanding of her situation. “I got a change of assignment. Admiral Benedict’s sending me to Deep Space Beta. I’m leaving in less then an hour.”

A deeply concerned look snuck across Brudge’s face. He gave a great big sigh. “Captain Malachi is a good man; he’ll get things under control you mark my words. Stay strong, don’t give up and remember, even the Borg have their weaknesses.”

Fenel felt uplifted by his words. ‘Thank you Commander, I’ll keep in touch.”

“Make sure you do Ensign.” Commander Brudges placed his hand on Fenel’s shoulder for a moment, before nodding his head, as if finalizing the conversation and heading into the mess hall.

[Fenel]

As the door slid open to the transporter room Fenel felt a strong desire to run in the other direction, but two things kept her from doing so. One was Admiral Benedict, standing by the cadet at the controls, looking bored, but proud of him self. Fenel didn’t want to do what he’d been trying to get her to do since she entered the Academy. The other was her friends sitting in the lightly padded chairs on the other side of the room. Chip was sleeping, his head resting on Liona’s shoulder who was reading a PADD. Zeneka had just stood up, and was biting his lip. “Umm, sorry, I know you probably just wanted to go quietly, but well…. it didn’t seem right.”
Liona prodded Chip, who awoke with a start. “You wouldn’t have any of us go like this.” He said defensively, noticing her presence. Fenel was too choked up to respond.
“We got you something for the trip.” Liona said, presenting a wrapped box. “I know we decided not to give graduation gifts, so don’t worry about getting us anything.”
Fenel opened the package, and pulled out something she had only seen in holoprograms. “It’s beautiful!” she whispered, stroking the old fashioned camera. It was a manual focus, and from the mid twentieth century.
“There’s also a holoprogram for a darkroom in there so you can develop the film, make sure you send us some of your pictures.” Zeneka said, pointing towards the box.
“Ahem, Ensign Tanet, need I remind you that departure time is less then five minutes away.” The Admiral growled.
“You told me to be here at 0400 hours, it’s 0330 hrs. I’m early.” Fenel shot back.
“In the future you may want to remind yourself to check your messages, you leave in three minutes.” The Admiral replied tartly before turning his attention back to the cadet at the controls.
“We’ll help you load your things.” Liona offered, picking up Midge’s cat carrier. Midges didn’t make a sound, for some reason she’d always been fond of Liona. It only took a few trips for Fenel’s luggae to be placed on the transporter.
“Wait a moment, Cadet?” Fenel asked. “Would you mind taking a picture?”
“You hardly have time for photo opps Ensign!” The Admiral hissed.
“It’s no problem sir. The transporter won’t be within range for a few minutes anyway.” The Cadet said, “Sure, I think my grandpa had one of those.”
Fenel showed him how to focus the camera and stepped over to her friends who had stepped into a brief pose. The Cadet fussed a moment, and then a bright flash of light told them the moment had been captured.
The cadet handed Fenel the camera and returned to his post. “The Transport vessel is hailing.”
“Tell them that transport is underway.” Admiral Benedict gave Fenel a sideways glance.
Fenel gave each of her friends once last hug, lingering on Zeneka a moment more then was necessary, then stepped onto the padd.
“Energize” The Admiral ordered, and Fenel saw the room disinte