Captain Jack Lashmore
Of fair height and build Jack's presence is often amplified by his casual air in appearance and general mood. Blue eyes, medium length hair, a trimmed beard usually complimented with an often ever-present soft smirk. A man with a definite swagger of his own. Though this has an opposite, from the casual and approachable to the angry and reproachful, when Jack falls to the depressions of his past - such times ever a dark aura could be felt about him.
Jack Lashmore was a born citizen of the world Driaan V.
Driaan itself was an idea in formation before the Federation had signed its charters in 2161 – an Australian colony vessel to settle the stars, utilising cryogenics and a Noah’s Ark design philosophy. Horses, live-stock, hundreds of entire families with resources to build again coaxed into a one large colony vessel for its time and sent forth…
The colony vessel did not make it to its intended target nor did the crew wake when intended yet drifted further towards Orion space. There, decades overdue to an incorrect destination they settled the Driaan System.
The fifth planet was M-class and thus first settled, however it was found that the system in all its bodies was rich in natural resources. Rare and beautiful diamonds from the Fifth Planets extinct moon – exotic gases from the gas giant, abundant metals from asteroid belts. The colony thrived over the next century.
Though the focus always seemed to tradition to original values. Parliament, agriculture, real food made by real hands. Though a massive capital city soon developed the majority of the population lived in scattered fringe settlements working the fields, tending the herds of live-stock and generally feed the systems economy and bellies.
Being so near the Orions, Driaan’s prosperity was not to go unnoticed. Reetorg, an Orion Overlord, one of a Hundred that rule the Syndicate took special interest in the system. It was capable of being a strong and mighty independent empire without ever extending its borders.
Reetorg moved in with latinum and a business mind, yet not one to ignore the flare of political parties. Reetorg soon began a corporate takeover over a period of several years, buying out, mysterious accidents, gentle persuasions – he owned two political parties and the diamond mines as majority holder in the end.
And in the end he ruled Driaan.
The system soon became identical to most worlds under Syndicate rule – corrupt, decadent, violent and petty.
Jack Lashmore and his older brother were adopted of sorts into Reetorg’s regime when their father had been declared missing. Placed within Reetorg’s own personal guard. The guard was no more than Reetorg’s most skilled followers in whatever their field, Reetorg took to delight training new operatives from a young age.
A mix of torture, education and physical endurance amongst all the adult operatives and with Reetorg himself forged what Reetorg believed a bond, he was not just their master but their father.
In truth most loathed yet feared the Orion, for he was a genetically enhance specimen and one not to be challenged. Jack and Drake had no choice but to follow their new master.
Life seemed good, the law system could not touch them out of fear, the pay was limitless and their were no restrictions. Smuggling, murder, assault, extortion, blackmail, organised market fixing and theft – the list went on.
Jack however could never deny a beautiful and intelligent face and Hope Devondale was exactly Jack’s turning point. A lawyer for the courts, courts which knew they were powerless against Reetorg’s corruptions, yet she tried to push either way and such endeared her to Jack despite him being part of the problem. Even though she was some years older than his nineteen years of his own.
And somehow she loved him as well, despite being opposites in every way- And like Romeo & Juliet, it ended in blood.
Hope reached too far and too deep and the inevitable happened. Jack arrived back to their home to find her slain and her attackers in wait, his own fellow operatives. They were given the order to kill him also. Drake, his brother, was not to be seen.
Fuelled by revenge or otherwise, Jack knew not but he overcame his superiors and was trained well enough what to do when was compromised.
For almost a year Jack had wandered the quadrant, an odd job here and there. Some time had also been spent on relocating what funds and assets he could. he was rich, but with very little drive. At least nod rive until he was aboard a passenger liner passing through the Sol system.
An odd thought perhaps, a human who had never seen his species homeward, nor never much thought to. Though as he saw the Utopia Planitia Staryards and bustle of the system an energy seemed to awake in him. What he saw was purpose, a goal and justification in a broken life.
He applied to the Academy the next day. needless to say he had to cross many hurdles over the coming weeks, his records were fragmented to near non – existent and the academy was aware of enough to know he had criminal affiliations. An anonymous sponsor whom jack would only learn of in the many years to come had spoken on his behalf, Jack was admitted to the academy.
As a student Jack followed his Core Studies and Major’s vigilantly, when not inclined to work towards his studies however Jack was older than most cadets and with a vastly different upbringing. he would often leave campus for a nightlife and be involved in more than one altercation which landed him under a less than appreciative light in concerns of the Academy, he was a loose cannon and was much too forward with the female students.
Before Jack could continue with his education and begin a Fourth Year Cadet cruise he had to face evaluation – and in all factors it seemed the board of directors for the Academy had already made their decision to remove him from the academy. Only two present at the meeting spoke on Jack’s behalf, both were complete strangers to him at the time but both Timothy Richardson and Alex Night were adamant Jack would be a beneficial officer to the Fleet.
After much deliberation it was decided jack would attend his Fourth year Cadet Cruise on Richardson’s Akira class Starship the USS Fenris. Alex Night also had a small chat with Jack about possible future prospects in his department, whatever that department may be.
Upon graduation Jack returned to the USS Fenris to continue serving in Richardson’s war effort as the Dominion War sparked. The Fenris was still a ferry for marines and fighter squadrons, as such Jack was assigned as a Starfleet liaison with the Marine forces in addition to his security and tactical duties.
As the quadrant cooled with the end of the Dominion War Jack found hismelf approached by Alex Night once more to join him for an induction. Jack had no assignment at the time and readily accepted a new challenge.
Jack found he relished the challenge that was presented, learning the basic ins and outs of Starfleet Intelligence, protocols, networks, resources and equipment. Jack was being filled in the gaps of his education and experienced to be one of Alex’s operatives, not for permanent assignment to Alex but rather an inactive operative to be activated when needed.
Jack was then sent to a standard duty assignment until he was required.
The USS Hawking was a breath of normalcy, as far as Starship life aboard a Starfleet vessel could be considered normal. Though, the Hawking had one advantage, it was a galaxy class! Families, recreational facilities, a Commanding Officer with both wisdom and heart beyond his years and a crew that cared for each other almost as if family.
Job wise it had its moments – a few small border skirmishes, multiple first contact and exploration missions and one slight diplomatic incident. The only exception to normal was a partnership arranged by Alex Night.
Latisha Delreye, a psychological analyst from Night’s department was assigned to the Hawking as counselor, where both and Jack knew the intent was for them to compliment each other’s cover. It was often agents would role-play off assignment as man and wife. Such was soon practiced, minus the marriage.
Both Latisha and Jack’s assignment aboard the Hawking were terminated by Starfleet intelligence and the two were ordered to report to Alex Night for immediate deployment. Rather than feel a sense of foreboding the couple were relatively eager to see what was in store for them.
Their mission was far from simple.
The assembled team was ordered to a remote fringe star system which was home to a remote listening station utilised by Starfleet Intelligence where a Borg scout ship had crash landed. The team was to secure the Listening-Post, and contain the Borg threat. Contain not eliminate – to combat the Borg was to learn from a living specimen, to combat assimilation was to have a living assimilated subject.
The mission went south fast, the Borg having seemingly adapted over a decade of encounters with humanity had released airborne nanites as a last ditch defence. Latisha was immediately infected and moments after two other team members also were.
Alex shot the first two dead and ordered a retreat before making to shoot Latisha. Jack wrestled with Alex, pushing the man to the ground after disarming him and shooting Latisha himself – it could only have been him to have done it, should have been.
Once safe in planetary orbit the team detached their final countermeasure, a hellfire warhead…incinerating all life, and all Borg presence on the planet surface.
Jack was relatively withdrawn after the Hellfire operation. His years aboard the USS Hume whilst eventful for him in terms of his work as Chief Tactical and Security Officer, they were empty in terms of his own personal life.
He made few friends, he focused more on his work – even if it was an excuse to simply realign the phaser arrays targeting emitters by hand rather than automation. The Hume’s counselor had tried to reach out on numerous occasions to him on a more personal level yet he felt more as a ships protector than anyone’s friend.
Though, her closeness caused him to protect her a little more fiercer than the rest in terms of hostilities, in which the USS Hume experienced several.
A voluntary assignment Jack nominated himself for via his Intelligence networks.
Extremely unexciting but it allowed Jack his time to himself he sought in his life. His duty was to observe sub-space communications and sensor telemetry as any relay-station occupant, yet he had the access codes to more classified telemetry and bandwidths.
With his findings he would calculate possible anomalies as possible Romulan craft along the neutral zone and collate that information into stellar cartography for the a three-dimensional model with projected movement patterns over time. This information Jack would then forward to Starfleet Intelligence.
Relay – Station 297 had four other crew which kept each other occupied in various ways, especially as time continued. Jack and one other had developed various activities which at times would cause damage to the station, yet they were all happy for something to repair as a break from the norm.
Jack’s reassignment to Head-Quarters was two-fold, one was for further command training and the other for prep as an evaluator. His role as an evaluator was in terms of assessing others loyalty and capabilities within placements of their roles.
Jack spent several months working with Starfleet intelligence and for Alex directly during this time.
Jack’s reassignment after earth was as Intelligence Officer to the USS Roanoke, commanded by a then Commander Zara Tane; a fiery spotted blond with hidden strengths to boot behind the often sometimes crazy mannerisms. His assignment was unknown to her, a temporary one only to evaluate her as the new commanding officer given the Trill’s questionable background.
Jack having come from similar roots was to assess her. He however did not expect all hell to break loose. Roanoke was dispatched to diffuse a raise in piracy along the border fringes of the Federation, what the crew encountered was more than they had expected – A self proclaimed Pirate king with immense telepathic ability, and a small pirate fleet to boot.
Captain Zara Tane was severely wounded by a placed a mole, a servant of the King. The Roanoke and her crew were outsmarted on several occasions by a man who could read any thought. It was however the unpredictable nature of the crew which won the day, deliberately sourcing tactics and information in scattered formats, they were able to engage and defeat the King and his forces in one final assault.
During that time Jack was first thought to be a mole and interrogated, but had proven himself a worthy asset by taking control of several situations which were growing out of hand with an incapacitated leader to boot, he become the Executive Officer, replacing the first.
During her recovery, and Jack’s requirement to meet with her often as her Executive Officer a bond formed between Zara and Jack.
Their relationship developed quickly into love, and as a conspiracy unfolded around them causing the Roanoke to run from Starfleet under false charges, grew into marriage. Despite the chaos that surrounded them they remained steadfast together. It was during this time also that Jack became associated with a daughter he never knew, Jade, child of a bounty hunter by name of Silver.
Though women do have the tendency to spin Jack about and fog things up for him – such was the effect and more a simple meeting with a Bajoran had on him. A simple dance with Maliya at a dance party aboard the Roanoke seared her to his brain – or heart?
It was later revealed that evidence required to clear their names and reveal the true instigators of Trill’s bombings could be found on Driaan V, with like-wise backgrounds it was agreed Jack and Maliya would go to Driaan under cover whilst the Roanoke continued to pursue further leads.
In order to secure the required evidence it was essentially required to overthrow Reetorg to possess his vaults. Jack and Maliya spent three months working resources and possible allies whilst gauging the positions of others from afar or by more direct means.
Maliya at one point worked on Drake as a target, to see if he would be friend or foe. Jack on the other hand found himself working closely with the estranged daughter of Reetorg, Shari’ah who ran a small resistance cell – though mostly filled with teenagers.
Having secured Drake’s help on his own terms Jack and Maliya made to tie up loose ends with the resistance cell and to contact the Roanoke to coordinate final assault plans. Two things had happened which both Jack and Maliya were unaware of – Zara had already arrived alone on Driaan by a deception created by Silver – Zara was captured by Reetorg, and Jade had been killed.
Things come in three’s, yet the two were unaware of Jade’s death or Zara’s capture they had become aware that a small precinct had recently captured Shari’ah and were holding her until official transport arrived.
Without much hesitation – or pause to think as would be logical, Jack and Maliya snapped into action and armed with but their own wits, Driaan pistols and a hover-car the two charged the small precincts gates directly – with the car.
Shari’ah rescued the three retreated to forests just north of the capital to catch their breaths and recollect thoughts. In that moment of adrenaline Jack and Maliya gave in to each other.
A morning written by Karma itself, first Jack awoke to the emotional realisation of what he had done and the guilt began to gnaw at him immediately despite Maliya’s understanding and then after return Shari’ah to her people he had learned of his wife’s capture and torture by Reetorg.
Shari’ah’s resistance, Jack and Maliya, the Roanoke crew, and Drake with his own assets and men then sprung into action ahead of schedule realising Jack would not wait for them either way. Fighting broke in the streets, in the air, in space and in the capital building – Reetorg’s above and underground fortress.
Eventually Reetorg was killed, none other than by Zara who was wild enough under influence of drugs and torture to kill anyone as she attempted before she passed out. Drake and Jack who had both been fighting Reetorg then rushed to complete each their own duty. Jack’s was to keep his wife alive whilst she lay dying, Drake’s was to take power and end the fighting as quick as possible.
Over the coming weeks many things changed…whilst liberating the crew of the Roanoke of their rogue status, Zara never recovered fully from her ordeals, even grew slowly worse due to the effects of unknown compounds introduced to her by Reetorg. Driaan formed a new government under the Lashmore family namely Drake and Anna followed by a political board, a temporary government until proper elections could be organised legally – a year or two.
Drake and Maliya seemed to pair off until Maliya left on her own accord, leaving Roanoke service as well.
Jack and Zara attempted long-service-leave on a property on Driaan though her mental state continued to deteriorate and at times she would try to kill Jack out of blue in a savage rage. Eventually as month dragged on Jack and Zara grew estranged as her treatments continued – eventually towards divorce.
Jack remained on Driaan to work with Drake yet mostly in forming the new security and defence forces of Driaan. the Driaan Federal Police Agents were Jack’s primary focus as was the Driaan Defence Force in general.
But in reality, his heart just was not into the work anymore. He slowly became more often seen at clubs or not sen at all for days on end. Until someone at Starfleet had the bright idea of offering him a new assignment…
Cadet Freshman Grade
Cadet Sophomore Grade
Cadet Junior Grade
Cadet Senior Grade
|Cadet Cruise||USS Fenris|
|Security and Tactical Officer||USS Fenris|
Lieutenant Junior Grade
|Assistant Chief Security and Tactical Officer||USS Fenris|
|Assistant Chief Security and Tactical Officer||USS Hawking|
|Chief Tactical and Security Officer||USS Hume|
|***REDACTED***||Relay Station 297|
|Executive Officer||USS Roanoke|
|Executive Officer||USS Roanoke|
|2385||2388||Retired / Unknown||Driaan V|
|Commanding Officer||USS Southern Cross|