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| Starfleet Academy, class of 2365.|
Starfleet Intelligence Academy's Advanced Tactical and Strategic Support Division, class of 2377.
|2365 Assigned to science vessel USS Fermi. |
2367: Promoted to lieutenant (junior grade) and assigned to a listening post on the edge of Ferengi space.
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Legion of Merit
Before his death, Lieutenant Carrigan Trent was a Starfleet Intelligence analyst who became the Executive Officer for the USS Theurgy, succeeding both Commander Nerina and Commander Edena Rez in 2381. He was killed while the Theurgy underwent repairs at Aldea. Before his death, Trent had a central role in the opposition against the parasites that compromised Starfleet Command in the end of 24th century. He was murdered in April of 2381 by the spouse of a woman that died on the USS Bellerophon.
Academic and Officer
Carrigan Trent was born to a great deal of expectations. He was supposed to attend Queen's University in his native Kingston, get a degree in political sciences and follow the family tradition of public service and political aspirations. However, such games did not appeal to him and, going behind his parents' backs, he undertook the requisite testing and it was with nothing beyond his father's curses and the clothes on his back that Trent joined Starfleet and left for the Academy.
Over the course of four years training, Trent developed a very keen edge for the world of tactics. In fact, his innate ability to quickly grasp a situation and make almost instantaneous decisions quickly saw him internally promoted as the Cadet Leader of his class. Granted, not all of his calls were appropriate but his willingness to stand by any of his decisions, good or otherwise, and accepting the consequences regardless of their nature, quickly won him the respect of his instructors and classmates alike.
Upon graduation, Carrigan was assigned to the science vessel USS Fermi and, for a time, it felt to him as though it was a waste of his time and a dead-end to his career. That is, until he was introduced to what would become his greatest fascination: the use of systems not usually associated with combat for tactical purposes. And, as an Ensign with but 18 months active service under his belt, he submitted and published his first professional paper in Starfleet's Tactical Development Journal: Use of Short Duration Unmodulated Sensor Pulses for Shield Geometry Vulnerability Assessment. He was one of the youngest and most junior contributors to this publication.
Following his publication, Carrigan was promoted to Lieutenant Junior Grade and transferred to a listening post on the edge of Ferengi space. As part of the small crew there, he developed a great degree of skill in analyzing and decrypting long-range sensor data and after another year, he was promoted to full Lieutenant and he received his first command: six months of being in charge of his own listening post and its crew, a duration in which he made a name for himself by greatly developing the known order of battle of Ferengi vessels in his area of responsibility and optimizing the flow of information between sensor platforms.
Proving his Worth
At the end of this tour of duty, the yet combat-untested Lieutenant finally was given a post as CTO of a ship on the Cardassian border. And there, he finally got his baptism by fire. Over the course of the first year, he was in no less than 17 skirmishes and minor engagements, either with Cardassian warships or Maquis terrorists. Before long, Carrigan Trent was awarded nearly back to back promotions and reached the rank of Commander. This rapid progression was accompanied by a matching climb in positions from his ship's tactical officer through an Executive Officer's seat and eventually culminated with his second command, the Saber-class USS Harrier.
This starship command had never been intended to be an easy one. Having spent only a short time in the position of Executive Officer and at the rank of Commander, Trent was considered as somewhat inexperienced to take command of a ship even as diminutive as a Saber-class vessel. However, the combination of a captain who had recently retired, a crew who had gotten lazy and a first officer with a tendency to falsify readiness reports led to the Harrier’s ability to operate on the Cardassian border to being severely impeded and Carrigan was deemed to be the most suitable candidate to assume command and shape up a crew that had fallen apart and a ship in shambles.
However, after a complete change of the senior staff and two solid months of gruelling drills and extended duty hours, the USS Harrier was once again fit for operations. The imposition of a stark, severe discipline had been the first shock to this crew that had gone lax in every aspect, but combined with the punishing schedule of training and maintenance, the men and women of the Harrier were reminded of who they were and before long, they were imbued with a renewed sense of purpose and a newfound pride in themselves and their ship and morale grew by leaps and bounds.
An Arm and a Legsecurity presence for the evacuation of a mining outpost in the DMZ, the Harrier detected a single Jem'Hadar fighter and Trent deemed it a lone scout. And, after convincing his task force commander to allow him to engage and prevent this single ship from getting reinforcements, Trent initiated a combat action, only to fall into a well-planned ambush. In a matter of eight and a quarter minutes from entering effective weapons range, the USS Harrier was adrift and venting atmosphere, a broken hulk. Thankfully she was relieved, the Dominion forces destroyed and her survivors rescued. However, the cost was appalling: from a complement of sixty souls, only twenty seven had survived the onslaught and none were uninjured; a further four would succumb to their wounds. And when Carrigan Trent awoke from stasis, it was to discover his left leg was missing from mid-thigh down and his left arm had suffered the same fate from the elbow.
Trent spent the remainder of the Dominion War on medical leave back in Earth. During this time, he recovered from his injuries and spent a great deal of time in physical therapy, learning to use his prosthetic limbs, and even longer in counselling for his greatest perceived failure and the loss of his ship and crew. During this time, he fell into a deep depression and battled several bouts of alcoholism and suicidal tendencies. However, he managed to pull through but not without a cost. His confidence, a leader's greatest asset, was shot and he knew he would likely never command again and he requested a demotion to the rank of Lieutenant.
However, there was a silver lining. While his days as a tactical officer had most likely come to a close, Trent was offered a position within Starfleet Intelligence. One where he would still be involved with what he knew best and had a passion for, one where would still be allowed to wear his uniform and serve openly and not have to hide within his fellow officers. After completing the initial Intelligence Officer training, Carrigan then proceeded to join the Intelligence Academy's Advanced Tactical and Strategic Support Division in order to undertake the intensive specialized training in electronic warfare, communications exploitation and analytical techniques that added on to the already keen skills he had acquired on his own. When Trent graduated from this extensive training program in early 2377, he was granted, again, the rank of Lieutenant Commander and attached to the staff of Admiral Sankolov as his intelligence officer.
Rot at the Top
After a short time in Admiral Sankolov's personal staff, Carrigan Trent began to notice a series of unusual trends with the upper echelons of Starfleet. Reports were starting to go missing, computer records were altered or deleted. But what truly made him realize something dreadfully wrong was afoot was when a high-priority analysis he prepared that should have been disseminated urgently was first stalled and then reclassified so high if could not be used by starships in operations. And when lives were lost due to the mishandling of his report and no one in Sankolov's staff or Starfleet Intelligence appeared to share his outrage, he simply knew the senior ranks of Starfleet had been compromised. Adding to this, he started noticing subtle shifts in behavior and other irregularities with a number of other admirals and a few key members of their staff, Sankolov and his own entourage included. And what covert tricorder and internal sensor scans he managed to get of these people, to his dismay, revealed nothing out of the ordinary and completely destroyed his initial theory of some Founders having managed to infiltrate Starfleet Command despite the extensive security measures out in place during the Dominion War and this lack of information led him to further frustrations, but yet he continued his investigation, not knowing what to look for.
However, there was precious little solid proof he could bring forward. However, when he consulted other Intelligence Officers in other staff positions, he was either brushed off or given ominous warnings about his course of inquiry. And that is when he began his own investigation in the rot he discovered permeated Starfleet Command and he chose to bide his time and compile as much evidence as he could gather, waiting for his opportunity to make his move.
Operation Soup SandwichTask Force Archeron.
During the USS Archeron’s second engagement with the Theurgy, Trent activated his program and escaped in a runabout with the newly resurrected Wenn Cinn to join the crew of the Theurgy. Once onboard the Theurgy Trent and Cinn explained themselves to Captain Jien Ives and then acting first officer Edena Rez and were briefly detained before cleared for duty aboard their new ship.
Strategic Operations Officer
And after meeting with Captain Ives and making his way into his place of duty, Carrigan had given priority to setting up a covert link back into the extensive databases kept by Starfleet. He then conferred with Sjaandin Fedd and Thea on strategies to use against the USS Calamity. Tapping into Starfleet files, he discovered that he had been headhunted by Starfleet’s Research and Development Division to head the development of the electronic warfare suite for Project Cerberus.
Carrigan Trent was a dedicated and loyal man, but he was also a scarred one. The guilt over his mistake, one that led to the deaths of thirty-seven men under his command, weighed heavy on his conscience and the destruction of the only ship he'd ever commanded still haunted him. He was known to have flashbacks if this battle, particularly of the explosion that caused severe burns to his arm and leg, and of the brief exposure to hard vacuum before being beamed to safety that caused the damage that actually warranted the amputation of two of his limbs.
But despite requiring frequent medication and his tendency to self-prescribe unhealthy amounts of alcohol, he was still a solid officer and while his confidence has been crippled, he made it his life's mission to prevent such an event again for anyone and to support fellow officers whose minds are as scarred as his.
Carrigan managed to hold on to a dry sense of humour and a certain degree of compassion. Also, he remained passionate about his work, especially when he sought a way to expose and oust the impostors from within Starfleet Command.
As a result of his injuries, Trent grew rather gaunt and had not yet managed to regain the lost weight when he became first officer of the Theurgy, but he still possessed a wiry build and strength. Unlike other veterans of the Dominion War, he refused the synthetic skin finish that would normally cover his prosthetic limbs. Instead, his artificial left arm and leg were fully exposed, the amalgam of metal, polymers, servos and sensors visible to one and all where they are not covered by his clothes. This was no fashion statement. It served as a reminder of where hasty action without enough information or preparation can lead.