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Hilea t'Rehu

Vulcan/Romulan hybrid Female

(she/her/hers)

Character Information

Rank & Address

Lieutenant Commander t'Rehu

Assignment

Chief Operations Officer
USS Valkyrie

Born

Hilea Liesel t'Rehu

July 21 2342

Rehu province, Romulus

Summary

Hilea was a recent participant to the Officer’s exchange program. Thanks to a former commanding officer, she was enrolled, the Romulan senate didn’t protest as she was a dissident in their eyes anyway. Good riddance to bad rubbish was their thought.

Once in the Federation, she was offered the opportunity to stay, having proved her worth in improving shipyard efficiencies during refit procedures.

Now that she had permanent rank again and proper standing within her new home, she took the chance and put in for a recent transfer that had come up. It would mean a promotion along with more work,  both things Hilea wanted.

Appearance

Height 178cm
Weight 75 kilos

Hilea has dark hair and amber eyes. She is young, but her eyes give her a harder edge than her years. In excellent shape, is muscular but not overly so, with great flexibility.

Medical symbol branding that happened during the Dominion War. Romulan warbird with crossed swords now on her upper left chest near the left shoulder. It warned others that she was special and should not be touched. She now wears it as a badge of honor, suitably embellished as a tattoo, though it is rarely seen.

Personality

“There are moments when everything goes well; don’t be frightened, it won’t last.” One of her favorite sarcastic quotes.

Very quiet and reserved, almost to the point of rudeness. She can be friendly but does not trust easily. She actually has a quick wit, but only her fellow co-combatants will probably ever see it.
Also, patient and determined. Sometimes to the point of distraction as she rarely lets things go and can carry a long grudge.

Strengths & Weaknesses:
Determined and focused. Her greatest strength is her calm demeanor. Her temper can be her worst weakness. While it takes an effort to provoke her, it can be hard to stop once done.

Ambitions
Her only ambition in the last twenty-plus years has been survival. She doesn’t know anything else. Ambition is for people who have somewhere to go.

Hobbies and interests
Yoga and fighting arts
Botany and Chemistry
Music -keyboards
Ancient Weaponry ( Swords, bows, and blowguns)

History

Hilae grew up on the Rehu province on Romulus. Not a rich town, but prospered enough to be a local area government. Her parents met during a political rally on reunification and fell in love. She spent her formative years learning the balance between what was knowledge ( some forbidden as it was Vulcan heritage), and what was acceptable. They later her parents executed when Hilae had already finished her Officer training and had been posted to a Warbird. The only reason she wasn’t also executed, was no evidence was found to incriminate her while she was away at the Romulan Naval academy. That didn’t stop the Senate from removing her from the Romulan Navy.

Soon after that, the Dominion war started, Hilea was moved to the infantry, known as Death squads. They were filled with the dissident, unwanted, and some downright dangerous people, the Romulan government wanted to be rid of anyway. She actually flourished there, earning a reputation for keeping her fellow co-combatants alive as well as fighting along side them.

When the conflict ended with the Dominion, she was reassigned. A penal colony called Carraya IV. Several installations where on the planet. Her job, to assist with the limited and overworked medical facilities. It was there where she honed her skill in botany. Local plants were picked and cultivated to supplement the meager supplies allowed for their job.

During the next several years. Hilea was once again thrust into the mix. Much of the time, she was fighting in the thick of things, even during some hasty ship encounters during a pitched battle in orbit of a penal colony, where Hilea led a contingent of fellow death squad personnel to board and commander an enemy heavy destroyer. A bold stroke that earned her the admiration of the then Romulan Naval Commander.

The Senate even in it’s fractured state, refused to allow any redress of the wrongs committed against her. The Commander did manage to get her reinstated though it was after the war was over before she could take advantage of it.

In the year 2388, she managed to get her rank back, with the provision that she would never rise past the rank of Centurion. She was posted to the ChR Decius, a heavy cruiser in early 2390.

Serving for the next 13 years, Hilea served quietly. She was astonished to learn she’d been picked for the Officer’s exchange program, until a little digging had uncovered that her Commanding Officer did it to help save her, the Senate was going to bounce her out of the Romulan Navy. Determined to make the most of it, she packed her bags and headed for Starfleet. Not a moment too soon as she had heard of her former home, the Decius, killing nearly 25% of the crew, her former Commanding Officer amongst them. Now she mourned lost comrades there as well.
Service Record:
2372: Posted to the Warbird T’mek as Assistant tactical officer
2373:Stripped of rank and transferred to Romulan infantry known as the death squads.
2373-2375 Served in the Death Squads as Infantry and combat medic during the Dominion War.
2376-2382: Assistant operations technician at Carraya IV penal colony
2382-2388: recalled to death squads, served as a combat medic
2388: Posted to the Decius as Assistant Operations Officer.
2398: Promoted to Centurion and made Chief Operations Officer
2399: Posted to Officer’s Exchange program. Assigned to the refit yards at Utopia Planetia
2400: Federation citizenship granted. Applied for political asylum. Granted. Promoted to Lt. Commander as Assistant Chief Operation Officer.
2401: Accepted posting to USS Valkryie.

Service Record

Date Position Posting Rank
Assistant Tactical Officer Warbird T'mek
Sublieutenant
Romulan Infantry Front lines Dominion War