Lieutenant Commander John Pickering
NAME:- Pickering, John
RANK:- Lt. Commander (O-4)
POSITION: 106th Blue Wolves Redemption Strike Fighter Squadron CO, Hawkeye Island
CURRENT POSTING: Hawkeye Island Planetary Base
DATE OF BIRTH:- Undisclosed
PLACE OF BIRTH:- Cumbria, England
EYE COLOR:- Undisclosed
John is a man of above average height, he's reasonably well built but isn't the strongest of men, his skin is lightly tanned and is suggestive that one of his parents is of Asian origin, but his facial features are of Western origin. John is occasionally wears his glasses to 'get him into the right frame of mind for paper work' and is often seen walking about in a marine flight suit with a pair of sunglasses on. His only scars are those on his arm, burn scars, which he rarely show's to people.
- Starfleet Academy, San Francisco, Earth
All personnel have a formal record, but Pickering had that and a bit more to share:
"Well it all started many a year ago, I
was born in the north of England in a county called Cumbria, I was born and grew up there,
aye, it was a great place. My Primary and secondary school days were some of the best days
of my life, my mam ran a Restaurant, and my dad was a Farmer - neither of them were really
bothered if I went into Starfleet or not. But by the time I was 12, Id made up my
mind that Id join, so I then focused on my studies and made my application, after
which was rejected twice, before it was accepted.
After I graduated from the cadmy I received my first posting onboard the USS Poseidon, the position I had received was Shuttle pilots - after all, fighter werent around then, well I saw a little action on-board her. At the start of the Dominion war I was, or rather the ship was in for a refit, I wasnt in any rush to get into the war, but hey, when your young you you are more gung-ho.
We were just leaving after the refits had finished when the station we came under attack, two Cardi ships, our Captain didnt stand a chance, the Poseidons shields held, until the forward shields failed, I was in the rear shuttle deck in the engineering section of our ship, a large explosion was then felt when we tried to contact the bridge we, we, found that it had been destroyed, along with half of the saucer section of the ship, then the orders came to bandon ship. We were left to drift for several days before we were picked up by friendly forces.
After the Poseidon, I decided to go with
something different, I then got word, that there was a project of interest, Starfighters,
once I got word of this I asked for immediate transfer to be a test pilot. So I spent part
of the war helping to test and develop a Starfighter damn, those were great times.
Well after a hell of a lot a testing and modification the Rogue became operational, and was put into production it wasnt long until the first fighter squadrons were being formed, so I was then transferred to the 106th Fighter Squadron as one of the Flight leaders, our base of operations was the USS White, our initial engagements went excellently, minimal casualties but, then again any casualties are bad.
As the war started to heat up, our casualties started to mount up. We lost a damned lot of good men an women hmm, by the, the, time of the Battle of Cardassia, we had lost half of our squadron Including the Squadron CO and XO, which left me as the Acting CO. Most of the Squadron was replacements every one of the replacements had absolutely no combat experience, but that changed, heh they were thrown into the worst fighting of the war, without having never of fought the enemy the battle saw too men of my men go down, all of the rookies, and 4 of the veterans, Johan, Chung, Picaper and DRah, they were some of the best. What happened to me during the Battle of Cardassia? My fighter took heavy damage, these burn scars on my arm were from that battle I cant remember how I got these burns, I just realized I had them when the med teams started to treat my arms. Aye I ended up with no photons, sensors and only one phaser within at least the first 5 minutes of the battle, while others ended up dead, Ive often wondered. Is it the unlucky that die, and the lucky that live, or is it the lucky that die and the unlucky that live?
Yeah, Yeah Ive seen councilors about my experiences, doubt its done anything, theyve all said the same things. And in my opinion, the war made me me."
After the war the 106th was disbanded,
the Squadron members, went their own ways, I went off, and worked between various ships,
nothing much happened on them, but when I heard that the 106th was being reformed I
couldnt resist, so I applied and well here I am.