Andrew Shackleford

[Lt Colonel Andrew Shackleford]

Andrew (Andy) Jonathan Shackleford

BIRTHPLACE: Plant City, Fl USA Earth

DATE OF BIRTH: August 23, 2359

AGE: 28

RACE: Human

WEIGHT: 225 lbs

HEIGHT: 6’ 2”

Body Type: Athletic build

HAIR COLOR: Black

EYE COLOR: Green

SEX: Male

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Nose slightly out of joint( Broken once)

MARITAL STATUS: Single

POSITION: Executive Officer

RANK: Lieutenant Colonel

HOBBIES: Pool, collecting blades and swords, distance running, rock climbing.

SKILLS: Instructor level with all energy weapons, skilled with blades, Instructor level for standard combat techniques. Some skills in Aikido, Ju-jitsu, and karate.


ADVANTAGES: Focused, quick thinking, adaptable

DISADVANTAGES: Impatient, quick tempered and paranoid

PREJUDICES: Someone who is unable to keep up with him physically or mentally.

FATHER: Jonathan Thomas Shackleford
FATHER’S BIRTHPLACE: Plant City, FL USA Earth
OCCUPATION: Farmer

MOTHER: Jayna Elizabeth Shackleford
MOTHER’S BIRTHPLACE: San Francisco, CA USA Earth
OCCUPATION:: Farmer

SIBLINGS: None
SERVICE RECORD:
-Started basic training Parris Island August 24, 2377
-Attended Sniper school following basic same year
-Attended Marine Academy, but deployed before completion
-Classified:
**Finished Special Operations training and assigned to covert unit: Black Guard(Details
Classified)
** Unit Black Guard lost presumed dead as of February, 19 2387 Andrew Shackleford only
Surviving member
-Promoted 2nd Lieutenant and assigned to Pegasus July 17, 2387

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Andy had only been back to Parris Island a few months, but it felt like home. He got to find out where some of his friends had gone. He had a meeting with the base commander, but he decided to add that to his morning run. He couldn’t ‘function unless had pounded a couple miles of pavement in the morning. All those memories demanded it. He arrived promptly after a quick shower and change into standard uniform.

The base commander was a Colonel Reed Brown. He was Andy’s group commander before he was recruited and reassigned to special ops. He had seen him come out of basic as a pup and become the soldier that he was today. Andy stood and gave the Colonel a salute. He returned the salute and motioned him to sit down.

“Shackleford,” Brown said. “I’ll get straight to it. Command wants you to resume active duty.”

“With all due respect sir,” Andy returned. “I haven’t even been cleared by psy.”

“Actually,” He answered as he produced a file. “The counselor says you still have to resume regular visits between missions but you are fit for duty.”

“Sir,” Andy said seriously. “After what happened on Bravo 85339, I will not return to spec ops work. I don’t have the stomach for it anymore.”

“Shackleford,” He said in a commanding voice. “What happened on that mission is not your fault. They were wrong and you did as ordered.”

“Maybe,” Andy responded. “But sir you tell me: If you had to kill your entire team on orders would you have much faith that you wouldn’t have to do it again?”

“Faith no,” He said. “Hope yes. I knew you might not be willing to do special operations work again right away. I used whatever strings I have to pull to get you a different assignment. You’ll go back on active duty alright, but I have gotten you assigned to Pegasus. They’ll have your full file since I’m not sending them a ‘head case’ without full knowledge of what they are getting into. However because of your bravery on the last mission and your commitment to duty and honor I have the honor of promoting you to 2nd Lieutenant.” The Colonel hands him a box with his rank pin in it. “Now get out of here Lieutenant, your runabout leaves in thirty minutes.”

And with that Andy was no longer assigned to Parris Island. He ran to his barracks to get his gear. He’d never been assigned to a ship before. He was trained for it, but the corps thought he had better talents. Maybe this would be a new start and not a repeat of old mistakes.

[Lt Colonel Andrew Shackleford]

Unit BlackGuard: Surgical Strikes Part 1

Paz Shochat was not a man given to arrogance. He would not call himself arrogant at all. He walked through the halls of his station and yes it was his with confidence. One whom had a job of such import should. He was a Marine Colonel by rank, but his rank told little or nothing about his role. He was commandant of a base orbiting some small world south of the end of the federation border. It didn’t look like much from the outside. If you found it on the books it would be designated simply Deep Space 00. The code name for it was Emerald city. Would this station ever be discovered every politician and high ranking officer that had any idea about it would deny its existence to their dying breath. Emerald City was so named for the miracles that came out of her doors. Sochat could remember holding the virus vial in his hand that infected an entire race of changelings. The first blueprints of the Defiant class and others passed through his hands. In short, every covert military secret in the Federation was his to command.

Sochat was of average height; his dark tan skin was contrasted by his steel gray eyes. He was in incredible shape for man of forty-seven years. He purposely had his uniform cut slightly smaller than it should. He liked to show his muscular build. His hair was dark except for a few silver strands on his temples. He strode through the halls at an accelerated pace. He like the idea of having his underlings chase after him. They would scurry through the corridors to get scan on one document or the other. Sochat could read a full book in an hour then be able to recite it verbatim. He finally arrived in his office then looked at his chronograph. He frowned to himself. He had arrived twenty seconds later than he had wanted. He had hoped for a few moments to drink his coffee, but before that could happen someone rushed into the door.

“Colonel!” The young man barked as he stood at attention.

“As you were Lieutenant,” Sochat waved him off. “What brings you crashing down my door at this time of the morning.”

“Sir it was urgent,” The Lieutenant replied face full flushed. “The Lieutenant was ordered that if there was a change in policy that he should report it right away and there has been!”

The man was Fist Lieutenant John Burwood. He was as ‘gung ho’ as they came. The boy, and Sochat thought of him as a boy even though he was twenty-four. Was a tall man of the backwoods variety. He was 6’4” with red hair and a face full of freckles. He came straight to Sochat out of officer’s training. He hadn’t seen any action, but was dying to change that fact. Sochat dangled that carrot over his head more times than he could count, but he wasn’t sending him out into the field. The boy’s marksman ratings were horrid, and Sochat needed a ‘lap dog” and this boy was perfect.

“Are you telling me they intend to try to open up negotiations with the Romulans again?” Sochat asked.

“Yes sir!” Burwood barked.

“Thank you Lieutenant,” Sochat said absently. “You may leave now.”

The boy exited, but Sochat barely noticed. He needed to stop this, but more to the point he needed to be ready for this well before it happened. He needed a weapon the he could deploy anytime he wanted and use to keep things as he needed them. With these politicians making peace all over the universe war hounds like himself would be put out to pasture. He needed to think and plan. He had to come up with a way to put these fires out before they started…

To be continued...