|Name: Kyrax Ral
Rank/Position: Counselor/ Lt. Commander
At 6’4”, 225 lbs, he is tall and well built, but lanky, with black eyes and
black hair. His most notable feature is the almost hypnotic, penetrating intensity of his
gaze. He does not smile often, but when he does, the genuine warmth he displays tends to
set at ease those who might have been intimidated by his size and presence, that is,
unless they have something to hide.
Background: Kyrax was born and grew up on Betazed, in the Valley of Song. He was
one of the rare Betazoid children whose telepathic abilities manifested early, in fact, he
showed signs of possessing them from birth, and thus was not considered suitable to be
genetically bonded to a future mate.
Kyrax’s parents, Jana and Aszuma Ral, were of modest but comfortable means, a kind,
loving couple efficiently placed among the Betazoid middle class. They became alerted to
their son’s telepathic precociousness in time to get him into therapy while he was
still an infant, and thus he has spent his entire life involved with various types of
counseling procedures, entering the field of counseling as an adult was a natural choice.
Kyrax ’s parents still live on Betazed, where they continue to maintain a successful
joint business as landscape architects. Some of the most ingenious gardens in Rixx are of
their design. Kyrax keeps in touch with them as when he can, and the family retains a
warm, close relationship. Kyrax is the eldest child, with two sisters, identical twins,
now 19, and a younger brother, 24.
Kyrax’s father’s eldest brother, Arnal Jackson, (Arnal changed his lastname
when he went to Starfleet Academy) was a member of Starfleet. He only made it Lt. Junior
Grade, but before his death in the line of duty he used to tell wonderful stories of
journeying among the stars when he would visit Kyrax’s home. He served as a Science
officer with the main fleet, under Captain Alexander Bell’s command. Kyrax’s
parents, blinded by their love for their ‘special’ son, could not imagine
Kyrax leaving Betazed. Kyrax himself, however, had other ideas. As soon as his education
on Betazed was completed, he contacted his uncle and arranged to attend Starfleet
Kyrax was a Counseling major at Starfleet Academy, with an emphasis in practical
therapeutic techniques applicable to life on a starship, including music, dance, and
horticultural therapy. He also received extensive First Contact training.
At the Academy, Kyrax finally found at least some of the acceptance he had longed for. So
much diversity made the differences between him and the other sentient beings he met fade
to insignificance the common goal of graduating and becoming Starfleet officers proved
sufficient to outweigh them. He retained his reserved personality, but he did learn to
lighten up considerably, especially on outings with his friends to the music-soaked
“hot spots” in the San Francisco area.
Kyrax is accomplished in several forms of primarily defensive martial arts, especially
favoring an old Earth form known as Capoeira, which, in its modern form, combines moves
taken from Karate and Tae Kwon Do with its more traditional maneuvers. Capoeira is derived
primarily from the regions once known as Africa on Earth, rather than from the Orient. It
emphasizes fast acrobatic maneuvers as feints to facilitate effective striking techniques,
combined with locks, throws, and leg sweeps. Music and dancing are also taught in the
traditional modes, especially in Brazil, the center of the art for the last several
centuries. There, Capoeira is considered almost as much a performing art as a form of
Rank/Position: Chief Tactical/Security Officer
Background: Zorak was born in a Romulan lab on Romulan Prime in an effort to
replace Spock by cloning him, removing most of his human DNA only to replace it with
Romulan to make up for any discrepancies. He was the only test subject that lived past
infancy. However, thanks to the efforts of an unknown agent the lab was destroyed, and he
was then spirited away to the Federation before he was given an aging drug, and before
much of the programming could be administered.. He was finally accepted into Starfleet
academy after an anonymous donation in his name to the academy along with a letters of
recommendation from his foster family, and Ambassador Sarek.
While in the Academy, Zorak Majored in Tactics and Strategic Operations while achieving
honors in Military History; Advanced Tactics and Strategies; As well as graduating with
top honors at the Federation War College and graduating third in his class. Zorak is also
a qualified small craft pilot, certified for everything from shuttles to Runabouts.
Zorak is a student of military history and his abilities and scores in tactical
simulations are nothing short of astounding. He seems to have an intuitive grasp of
strategy and how to best make use of whatever resources or weapons he has available to
exploit the weaknesses of his opponents. While his battle plans are extensive and cover
almost every contingency, he has an uncanny ability to compensate and adjust when
everything goes wrong without so much as batting an eye.
Zorak consistently scores at Marksman level with hand held weapons and has achieved a 3rd
degree black belt in Aikido and has earned his second degree in Kendo. Preferred weapons
are either two (One in each hand), Type 2 Phaser’s or a Type 3 Phaser rifle. He is
also a dangerous duelist with either a katana or with his preferred weapon, a Klingon
Personality: He exhibits traits mostly of a Vulcan while his Romulan side shows itself
when it comes to the benefit of his crew members or in battle. Due to his traces of human
DNA his calm demeanor lasts for only so long before the emotion overflows causing him to lose control. He is determined to change the way people look down on him for the origin of his birth. He also has a soft spot for children who have either no parents, or have lost their parents.
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Kyrax Ral sat up in his bed and watched as a star ship drifted by. He had several drifting around his quarters. He made them, all of them were exact replicas right down to the interior. He had a good feeling about today. It was his day off and he had just the thing in mind. He was going to build a new ship for his collection. This one held a certain appeal to him, as he was intimately familiar with it's interior. It was the USS Infinity herself. He had the time now before his date with Itara Bradley, it would be their second date, something they kept under the radar of everyone on the ship. The memory of meeting her in Star fleet for the first time was definitely memorable. She had wasted an entire cup of Klingon Chili soup in his lap. It was what transpired afterward that caused his heart to ache.
“How the hell did we both end up on the same ship,” he asked to no one in-particular.
With a sigh he went about building the first star ship he had been assigned. The replicator making the parts would help things go faster, though he found putting it all together was the best part. He felt he could make a great deal of progress, as he was going to make it his largest model yet.
Gently moving aside a Nebula class ship, he stood and went through his morning routine. With that out of the way, a smile crossed his face as he sat down at the table he had maneuvered near the replicator. His box of tools sat close to him, tweezers, glue and other assorted things of that nature. His smile turned to a bit of a frown as he saw that the repulsors he used to keep the ship aloft were too few in number for the project he had in mind. He knew where he could find some, down in engineering, but didn't want to go down there unless he had to. Not that he hated the place, but he wanted to keep his distance from Itara, it was all he could do to keep his distance from her, which I one of the reasons he kept himself busy with mundane If he could find no other way around asking for a few repulsors he would cross that hurdle when he had to install them.
He managed to get through most of the main fuselage decks when there was a call on the ships internal communication network. Turning on the computer, he gave it a displeased glare. The face on the other end was that of the one woman who had a way to make his blood boil especially with the way he would ramble on about all things scientific when she was nervous. She hadn’t changed much since their time together at the Academy.
Itara Bradley was one woman who he just couldn’t read easily. Although, he came to know that her name wasn’t Itara, it was Kutara, a name passed down through her family for generations. He always told her it was a beautiful name, and that would make her turn a bright shade of crimson. Around other people she had a nervousness that caused her to ramble, but around him, she was more herself, more confident in her own skin. It didn’t happen right away which is one of the reasons she spilled the Klingon soup in his lap on their first meeting.
“I-I was wondering if you could come down to engineering.” Itara stuttered.
Itara looked around, like she was looking for a place to hide. Wringing her hands as she spoke, an action he knew she did most when she was nervous even though he couldn’t see all of her at the moment, he could always tell by the way she was fidgeting.
"Uh..Counselor? We have...a slight...very slight, not anything major, uh, problem down here..."
Kyrax’s expression changed from a look of annoyance, "So, Kutara, if it's so minor why does it need my attention?" At the mention of her true name she had the look on her face like she was plunged in a pool of cold water. Kutara, also had a tendency of downplaying serious matters.
"Well, you see..." She gave a nervous smile, "There seems to be a bit of a disagreement, sir..."
Kyrax held up a hand to give her some time to breathe, "Let me guess, it's Isaias and Caevra?" Caevra was a Talaxian who was rather outspoken and opinionated. Unfortunately, he also thought his opinion was one of the only ones that mattered. Isaias was a Rigelian, given to following orders and making sure the ship was running as per specs. Kyrax gave a sigh, and a slightly sorrowful glance at his model, "I'll be down in a minute..."
As he entered main engineering, he could hear the commotion. Or at least one half of it. Caevra was yelling at the top of his lungs, while Isaias spoke in even measured tones. Kyrax sighed and walked up to the argument, sometimes being the ships’ counselor was a Kutara fell into a spot slightly behind Kyrax, looking more nervous than a Chief of Engineering. After a moment of observing the dispute and hearing some of what it was about, Kyrax cut it in , "GUYS! Mind telling the Chief Engineer the problem?" Both had snapped their heads to look at him when he gave his brief shout. Caevra almost recoiled as he saw a rather perturbed looking Kyrax standing right next to their heated argument.
Isaias was the first to rally himself to speak, "Crewman Caevra seems to think that by periodically reversing certain conduit polarity, we can increase power levels by 5 to 10 percent." The Rigelian gave a look to the Talaxian.
"Those systems would suffer almost irreparable damage from that course of action." Kutara interrupted, she had momentarily lost that nervousness. She was in her element.
Kutara gave another line of inquiry, "Which systems?"
Caevra paused, slightly confused. He hadn't expected his commanding officer to ask about it, "Uh...replicators and weapons, sir..."
Kutara thought for a minute before responding, she bit her lip, a sign that she was doing deep scientific calculations. He always thought that was cute.
“Our weapons might be able to take the surges it would create, but it might also shorten the life span of the arrays.” Kutara said.
“Not a great sounding option.” Kyrax replied.
“The replicators on the other hand, they would need to be switched out all over the ship.” Kutara surmised, turning her gaze upon Caevra.
“Do you have any data to support this, Caevra?" Kyrax asked.
"Yes, sir!" he handed Kyrax a data pad, "That's what I was trying to tell thi-" Kyrax had fixed him with a glare he had seen Kyrax use a number of times. Mostly on the captain. It made the Talaxian stop in his thought process.
Kyrax held his gaze on Caevra pushing away the thoughts that plagued the man. He handed the device over to Kutara, who thumbed through the information on the small device. Kyrax could feel her annoyance as it grew until she was done reading through it.
“These tests and simulations had lead to a 75 percent chance of weapon failure upon sustained use, and the replicators were out of operation 66 percent of the time. Not to mention the rate of conduit failure.” she explained, handing the data pad back to Caevra.
Kyrax had seen her anger all of twice in their time together, and by the way her skin flared a threatening crimson, not to mention the emotion pouring off her, he could tell that she was about to blow.
After a quick prayer to the Prophets, she laid into the hapless Talaxian. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? The data there shows that we would be with out weapons in the middle of a firefight!" she fumed."By the Prophets you are thick! With out our arrays, we would be the biggest target in the sector, are you trying to get us destroyed?" She took a breath, "Not to mention that the rate of conduit failure is out side acceptable parameters."
"B-but, the regulations say the acceptable rate of fai-" Caerva took a step back as a very angry Kutara leveled another glare at him.
Kyrax looked at the three of them, and decided that his work here was done. He admired the way Kutara stood up for herself and the ship that she was Chief of. Another part of him wanted to be with her again, but she was the one to walk away in pursuit of her career. It still bothered him that she had done this, but ultimately it had been her choice. Still, he could never shake the love he held for her.
Now that the heat of the moment was gone she seemed to be returning to herself as if she was a different person.
"Ku--I mean Itara, do you think I could have a few small repulsors for some of my models?"
A small smile crept across Itara's face," Still with the Star ship models, huh?"
"Oh, yes, I'm up to 15 ships now," Kyrax replied, clasping his hands behind his back.
He could feel a surge of warm memories coursing through her. It was powerful, and while she took a moment to look at him, she seemed to remember who and what he was. The sudden emotion he felt from her was replaced by uncertainty. He decided to let it go, and wait for her to come to him when she was ready.
"I'll be back later to see about those repulsors." he told her.
"Y-yes, later," she agreed.