Disclaimer: I only own the characters I make up. If I owned Star Trek, well, that would be pretty awesome.
'Nother disclaimer: IT'S A REWRITE. ~legasp~ And I only had one chapter up! Well, there's a story behind that... Not for now. NOW IS READ TIME!
STARFLEET DATABASE
HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY:
LILY LIPAU DOWE, DR.
BIRTHDATE: MAY 20, 2241
DEATHDATE: UNKNOWN
RANK: DOCTOR, PSYCHOLOGIST
PLACE OF BIRTH: BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS, UNITED STATES, EARTH
PARENTS: DR. DOREEN DOWE, FATHER UNKNOWN
EDUCATION: STARFLEET ACADEMY,
MARTITAL STATUS: SINGLE/UNMARRIED
LAST KNOWN WHEREABOUTS: FORAN PRIME, LOST AND UNABLE TO LOCATE
DR. DOWE WAS ON LANDING PARTY OF TEN ON FORAN PRIME (PREVIOUSLY UNEXPLORED). SPENT SIX MONTHS RESEARCHING ITS PEOPLE. DURING THE SIXTH MONTH, DISAPPEARED INTO FOREST WITH FIVE OTHERS. COULD NOT BE LOCATED WITH SHIP OR GROUND SENSORS DUE TO A PHOTON STORM. DOWE AND OTHERS HAD NO PREVIOUS SIGNS OF FLEEING. PERHAPS KIDNAPPED OR KILLED.
APPEARANCE:
5'6"
BROWN HAIR, LONG
GRAY EYES
FAIR COMPLEXION
TATTOO ON BACK, IN BETWEEN SHOULDER BLADES, TRIPLE GODDESS (WAXING MOON, FULL MOON, WANING MOON)
PIERCED EARS
SCAR, LEFT THIGH, TWO INCHES
RED BIRTHMARK, BACK OF NECK, OVAL
At least that's what I've assumed my file would say. It's been two years since we went AWOL. We really shouldn't have. But these people… They're so intriguing. Their entire culture is based on beauty. Everything is an art form to them, from food production to mating to pleasure. Everything! I couldn't help but fall in love with them. It had been so long since I felt free like that. When they offered me a choice to live with them for as long as I wished, I took it. I didn't care if my honor would be tarnished and I would be kicked out of Starfleet. I never wanted to join anyway.
So I leapt at the chance, with five others, and became what I am now; a bloodstained doll.
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