Chief Engineer Lana Locke

Character Information

Gender		Female
Species		Human
Age		38

Physical Appearance

Height		5 ft 9 in (175cm)
Weight		132lbs (60kg)
Hair Color		Blonde
Eye Color		Blue
Physical Description		Lana keeps herself fit, and in-shape as much as she can. The physical demands of keeping a freighter running are more strenuous than many expect. Her blonde hair is kept around shoulder length.

Family

Father		Unlisted
Mother		Unlisted

Personality & Traits

General Overview		A somewhat jaded individual, Lana finds it hard to see the good in a universe that hands out so much bad. Still, she can enjoy a laugh every now and then. Just don't ask her a serious question about her childhood.
Strengths & Weaknesses		Skilled mechanic Quick to learn Intuirive thinker Bad in a fight Doesn't open up easily
Ambitions		Keep away from the core worlds, and stay as far away from Starfleet as possible.
Hobbies & Interests		Music, and art

Personal History

Lana’s life both ended, and began at age seventeen. Within sight of entering Starfleet Academy, the teen witnessed everything she had implode within just a few months. First was the Breen attack on San Fransisco, which resulted in a vast number of civilian casualties. Among them was Lana’s grandparents. With the passing of her mother when she was very young, and her father serving in Starfleet, Lana had been raised by her grandparents for a good portion of her childhood. Lana’s father returned home following the incident, and the two grieved together. For the first time in a long while, Lana felt like the Moon was truly home. That feeling, however, would not last. Her father was called away after just a few weeks. Gw had promised to figure something out for Lana, as it would be unfair to expect the young woman to live alone in such trying times, and them be thrown into the maelstrom of the Academy. Those plans never made it to fruition. The USS Perseus was destroyed, with only a handful of survivors. The officers who came to the family apartment to inform her tried their best, but there was no way to stop the crushing weight of the news. For several days after, all Lana could do was cry, sleep, and poke at the replicator. It was on the eve of her enrollment at the Academy. Lana replicated herself a rucksack, packed up what she wanted, and headed for the spaceport. All she had with her, were clothes, a couple of personal belongings, and a flute that used to belong to her mother. She didn't really care where she was going, as she scanned the Federation shuttles. Anything out of the Core. One shuttle, operated by the Federation’s Baseball Commission was offering free rides for Starfleet dependants to Cestus III, for some major game. Even knowing her real name would leave a trail, Lana gave it, and her father's name, and was issued a cramped cabin aboard the converted cargo hauler. The multi day journey at mid Warp was tedious, but she was willing to endure the crushing boredom for the escape she was getting. Finally, the ship arrived at Cestus III, and Lana walked off, her rucksack secured on her back, without a glance back. She now had to figure out what to do. Talking her way into a merchant freightliner wasn't as difficult as she had expected it to be. The ship, the Nova Dawn, made regular runs across the region. Including Starbase 332, Cestus III, Narendra, and a host of others. For the next three years, Lana was content. She had a bunk on a ship, a job, and she was somewhere that no one knew her real name. When she was 21, the Nova Dawn’s Engineer, who had been helping her learn the trade, aided her in achieving her Matter/Anti-matter Proficiency Licence. Lana Locke was qualified to be a ship’s engineer aboard a Warp capable vessel. Better still, her real name was nowhere on the licence. Alannah Havelock could be left behind for good. With her new documentation, and some helpful contacts - mostly the Skipper of the Nova Dawn, Lana managed to get a new bunk on a different ship, as a fully rated junior engineer. The Firetrail a far cry from the predictable routes of her previous job, but the ever-changing routes were a pleasant change. New destinations, an independent crew, taking what jobs they could. She felt the kind of excitement someone in their 20s would have for the unknown. Time moved on, the Galaxy went through its changes, the Tri-Border Region became more and more of a frontier as Starfleet reorganized. The Eleventh Fleet had set up shop in the area, and Romulus had blown up. To Lana, these things werely the landscape in which she worked, not anything she needed to really care about. Her happy and smooth life was about to run around on the harsh rocks of life out in what had become the wilderness. A Nausicaa and Orion band of pirates stumbled upon the freighter Lana was most recently working on. The boarding was swift, and very one-sided. The crew not having much in the way of weapons training, could not possibly hope to repel the invaders. Most of the crew were locked up, to be sold off for slave labour. Lana was among three who were pushed at gunpoint into continuing to work the ship. For a couple of weeks, that was what she did, until the ship touched down at Airenak IV. Lana took the opportunity to make some minor disruptions to the cargo bay systems, preventing the eventual lift off of the ship. When her actions were discovered, one of the Nausicaans on board dragged Lana to the cargo hold, where she was told to fix the broken systems, or she’d be kicked off. Lana took an act of defiance, and refused. The knife in the Nausicaan’s belt sliced into her side, sinking to the hilt. Before she could process what was happening, Lana was booted off the ship, literally, and left outside as the loading ramp was raised. Left with nothing but the clothes on her back, and a knife stuck in her side, Lana had little choice but to trudge her way to a settlement in sight, hoping for a doctor wOWho knew human anatomy.