Ens_Hawke

Data Entry 3, Leon Hawke's Personal Log, U.S.S. Republic I've decided to start recording my training on the holodeck (One; Two is off limits according to my Chief). While my Dad trained me in basic hand-to-hand combat, and I had minimal training at the Academy, as an officer I need to be prepared for combat on away missions. I've picked up from Commander Joy what a dangerous place we're in, and frankly, I love it, but I refuse to be a statistic Ensign and get killed on an away mission because I wasn't observant enough to notice the giant tracks of some animal leading right into a cave. I entered Holodeck 1, programmed a phaser for myself, and set the location on a murky swamp-like planet. A Jem'Hadar opponent would suffice, for the time being. I programmed him in, and waited. The warrior was told to seek and destroy, and upon his (presumed) destruction, another would appear; bigger, and stronger. This was no substitute for the real thing, but my adrenaline still spiked. The haze was thick; I could see maybe ten meters in front of me. The soft dirt sank an inch with every step I took. Leaving footprints was not a good idea, especially with an enemy engineered for war. I took a few steps more intentionally northbound, and retraced my exact steps backwards, grabbing a low leaning branch to climb into it. Swinging my leg over the branch, I used my momentum to grab a higher branch with an outstretched hand. My knee scraped against a knob, and I cut my pants open. Fortunately, no blood dripped. I would only have to wait about four minutes before I heard the rustle of something moving, about a half a click north. I could see him now, just under two meters tall, carrying a standard rifle (with fixed bayonet). He paused underneath my tree, looking around intently. I didn't dare breathe. Suddenly he snapped his head up. I couldn't wait any more. Launching myself downward, I fell directly behind him, wrapping my arms around his neck in an attempt to break my fall and hopefully take him down with me. I winced as my knees gave way under the pressure of my landing, but the Jem'Hadar came down with me, his weapon thrown over his shoulder as he fell backward. I rolled to my right, drawing my phaser. I didn't pull it in the tree for fear of losing it in the fall, and besides, this exercise was hand-to-hand for me, not picking him off from above. The warrior rolled and kicked my phaser from my hand, using his momentum to come to his feet. A stinging sensation shot up my arm as my hand absorbed the shock from the combat boot. This was what I was hoping would happen. We stared at each other for what felt an eternity, though only a second or two must have went by. I squared up to him, keeping my hands open to defend punches. I spun on my left leg, trying to kick him in the stomach with my right. He caught my leg, and twisted hard against my momentum. I was forced to spin back the opposite way hard to the ground. The holodeck computer was silent – it was set to indicate if normally I would have broken something. Picking myself up, I squared around again. My opponent came at me with a left fist towards my face. I caught his arm with my right, pulled it towards me further over my shoulder and caught his cheek with my elbow. It stunned him for only a second before he buried his knee into my stomach. I doubled over, and he cracked me in the head with an elbow. Instantly woozy, I fell to the ground, but wrapped my arms around his ankles and lunged my body forward. It caught him off balance, and he fell too. I scrambled on top of him in an attempt to choke him. He was stronger, and threw me off. I got to my feet again, and he rolled to his. He ran towards me again to attack. I realized I was in the exact spot I was when I jumped him in the first place. I jumped up and grabbed the branch above me with both hands, and kicked hard with both feet at the Jem'Hadar's face. He took the full force, and reeled back, dropping to the ground. The holodeck computer indicated I had landed a critical head injury, and the Jem'Hadar was disabled. I indicated to the computer another opponent was not necessary for today. The lesson had been learned. Surroundings are key; knowing how to use them correctly can give an advantage to even an outmatched opponent like myself. “End Program.”

Name: Leon Hawke Species: Terran Gender: Male Age: 24 Height: 1.76 Meters (5'8”) Weight: 68 Kg (150 lbs) Hair Color: Light Brown Facial Hair: Goatee Eye Color: Green Skin Color: Caucasian Place of Birth: Cleveland, Ohio; Earth. Rank: Ensign Posted: U.S.S. Republic Station: Science Dept; Assistant Science Officer Distinguishing Marks: Scar on left thigh, Scar vertically on right eyebrow (no hair where scarred) EDUCATION & TRAINING Leon Hawke graduated from Cleveland Central High School with honors, where he participated in several Early Officer Training Corps classes outside of school. Having always enjoyed critical thinking in the sciences field, particularly astrophysics, he continued his academic career at Columbus State, majoring in Physics, with an emphasis on Astrophysics. He minored in Spacial Mechanics; honors. Following his parent's footsteps, he headed to San Fransisco to enroll in Starfleet Academy. He excelled in the Science Department, again in Astrophysics. He also seemed to have a knack for strategic tactics in ground combat situations. His strategic space combat scores were also high, as he intimately used his science knowledge to devise tactics from his surroundings. He graduated in the top 35 in his class. FAMILY Leon's father, Brian, achieved the rank of Lieutenant Commander before being Killed In Action on the U.S.S. Wasp. He was a highly respected tactician, and served as the Security Chief before his demise. Jessica, Leon's mother [Lieutenant], serves aboard an Observation Post as a Science Consultant 'on loan' from Starfleet. She accepted the deep space post shortly after Leon was accepted into Starfleet. Leon has no other living relatives. PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE Hawke is extremely intelligent, however, he seems to have a problem with authority when he believes he is right. He has never shown insubordination to any officer, but based on conversations and reports from Starfleet Academy Hawke has demonstrated his headstrong attitude on more than one occasion. He seems to desire to be the best at everything he attempts, and strives for command positions. SERVICE RECORD Graduated from Starfleet Academy Promoted to the rank of 'Ensign' Assigned a Science Post aboard the U.S.S. Republic NCC-1371-D

-To Be Sent and De-Classified ASAP- Starfleet Observation Post 124 Dept: Science Attn: Jessica Hawke Hi Mom, As ordered, Lieutenant, I am reporting my safe arrival on the Republic. Sorry; a little humor. The ship is gorgeous, and the quarters are nice. Being an officer has its perks; you were right (as always). I got transferred from Security to Science! Dad wouldn't be thrilled, but that's okay. My Chief is an android – it's a little peculiar, I guess I'd just never thought I'd meet one. She's cool though. Actually, to be honest, everyone is really helpful. I can't tell you what my first action experience was like (classified, I know you understand), but this is an exciting ship. I've already logged a couple hours on the Bridge! And you wanted me to go on an orbiting Science Station; not nearly as fun. Since I know you're asking, no, I haven't found a woman. Quit asking. The food here isn't bad. I've been able to eat mashed potatoes and waffles! Having a replicator at my disposal is a luxury I never quite got to experience back home. Speaking of, did you get any takers on the house? I know Cleveland isn't exactly San Fransisco, but I would have thought someone could get some use out of it. How are Muffy and the kittens? I regret not being able to see the birth, but the pictures you sent...well, actually, they were kinda gross. I don't know how much I'll be able to correspond in the next couple of months. Things are very very busy here, and I'm starting to get responsibilities. Don't worry about me though; this is a Galaxy-class ship. Probably even safer than that orbiting hunk of metal you call an Observation Post. At least we have weapons! In all seriousness, I'll try and keep in touch whenever I can. Tell Muffy I said hello. Love, Leon (That's Ensign Leon [for the moment]!)

Start Data Entry, Leon Hawke's Personal Log (Narrative Form), U.S.S. Republic I was told to wait in my quarters until called for by the Admiral. Since I had received my posting on the U.S.S. Republic, I was ecstatic; One might think I knew everything there was to know about the Republic, but it was because I knew almost nothing about it that made me so excited. Starfleet didn't have much information publicly available about the Galaxy-Class vessel, and I knew that screamed 'classified'. Though my scores were fairly high in the Sciences at the Academy, the quickest way to get on a ship like that was through a Security posting. My Dad gave me a decent upbringing in tactics and weapons as a Starfleet security officer himself; besides, I was okay in a fight. And that's what I applied for, and sure enough, here I am. Since the transport I know very little about what has been going on. From the ship's roster I could see I will eventually report to Lieutenant Commander Robinson. Not exactly the Science posting I was hoping for, but I'll take what I can get. Maybe in a year or two I could get a transfer to that department. If I survive that long. I know all too well Security is one of the most dangerous departments. The call from the Bridge came after what seemed like a forever of waiting. I responded with a standard 'aye', and made my way to the turbolift. The ride to the Bridge was relatively short, and the doors opened. I looked around, awestruck for several seconds. Of course I had been in simulations with Galaxy Class starships, but for some reason, it was nothing like what I was feeling at that exact moment. I looked around for the Admiral. I gave my status to the Admiral as...confidently as possible. The last thing I needed in the company of high ranking officers was to appear scared or timid. The Caitian Admiral turned around and welcomed me to the ship, and made note of my Ensign status. Then to my surprise, she asked me about my Sciences background. I suppose I had just never thought that I would be dealing with the CO of the Republic about my posting. I was offered my Science post on the spot. Trying not to let my disbelief and joy show, I happily accepted the position. The Admiral informed me of my new Department Head, Lieutenant Commander Joy. I was then instructed to go give her a hand in the Astrometrics Lab (with what, I have no idea). Before I left, Captain Ace caught my attention. She welcomed me on board as well, and mentioned an 'open door policy'. I was glad that the command crew was so friendly; Hopefully this would be an easy transition. At that point Admiral BluRox told Captain Ace that "I should help Joy destroy that probe, before the wormhole might open". I didn't have a clue what I had just walked in to, but I loved it. I was told to visit Sickbay for a checkup, and dismissed. Not being wildly familiar with the location of Astrometrics in relation to the Bridge, I asked the computer for help. It lit up a path, and I embarked to meet my new Chief. On my way, the klaxon sirens of 'yellow alert' went off. I hurriedly rushed to Astrometrics; not quite sure what I could do to help, but maybe I could be useful. Arriving at my destination, I could see the Lt. Commander working very hard and rushed. I greeted her, and offered any assistance. She gave me a order that would get me court-martialed if I followed through; I'll take it as sarcasm for the time being. For the moment, I'll stay out of Joy's way. I had really wished I had access to Commander Joy's reports a half hour ago; I might have had a clue how to be of some use... -End Personal Log, Data Entry 1-