Dean House

Dean Hawke House M.D. was the Chief Medical Officer of the USS Augustus in 2295. Due to his unique secret biology trouble would soon follow everywhere he went.

BIOGRAPHY
Dean was always a good kid...most of the time. Ever since he was born there was something about him. Something special, and not in a way that most parents would just call because well. It's their child, of course, they have to call them special. He didn't know why he excelled like he did, no one else did either. Dean never got sick, never mostly got hurt, and if he did it healed exceptionally fast.

It wasn't until he turned sixteen during a party that this came into real question. His high school sweethearts birthday party, there was a punk, Jacob, who would not leave her alone. Physically Jacob was a beast. Two times Dean's size. Jacob was constantly pushed verbally to leave Kaylia alone. Just leave her alone, he said. Jacob was a senior as well but he was eighteen and a jock. Jacob would not leave it alone and shoved Dean. Hard. Thinking that would do the trick. Which of course then started a gathering around of a 'fight.' It did, however, not the way it was figured to go.

Dean stepped back up and told Jacob once more to leave Kaylia alone. Guess that was the trigger because Jacob straight up knocked Dean on his ass. The oddity was, it didn't really hurt like it should have. He might have a little bruise later but that hit should have broken his jaw. Dean got up and waited for the next one. All he did was roundhouse kicked Jacob which should have just laid him out. It didn't. It sent him through a stone wall twenty feet away.

That is what changed things. Aside from the police, the EMS, all the parents, now the confused students. What in the hell happened? Even Dean didn't know. So he became a recluse for months. Wouldn't talk to Kaylia, even though she tried every single day. Wouldn't talk to his parents. No one. Finally, after getting five rejections to Starfleet Academy, he got one that said accepted.

Absolutely thrilled, running down to give the news. However, that was not at all the greeting he expected to see. His parents, obviously were sitting in the living room. So was Kaylia. Stopping at the opening to the living room. "Okay...what is wrong?" Kaylee, his mother, motioned for him to sit down. This conversation took hours. There was anger, tears, hurt, feelings of rejection, on just about every side from every person. Kaylia pulled him back from it. To go on.

The reason he'd been rejected so many times, the reason that incident at the party happened, why he always seemed different was because he'd been genetically altered. The same tests done during the Eugenic Wars. It was theoretically to save his live when he was still in the womb. Whom can fault parents for not wanting to lose their child. Though the consequences were not thought of either. Or not telling Dean so he knew before then. Things could have been avoided.

It did still turn out because of certain circumstances in Starfleet about people in good standing and their rights as an individual, no matter who, or what they are, had the same rights and privileges as anyone else.

The academy was...well...not unlike anything else for schooling. Granted there were different subjects than there were at Johns Hopkins, considering that there everything was about medicine. The atmosphere was also different. Most of the classes always had their cliques. Which even at the university he never really fell into. This was no different. Particularly the fact that he was having to continue to hide what he was. Underachieve some here and there.

Granted his intellect and physical abilities were more than above average, he still dumbed it down to not stand out. That did not mean he sabotaged himself. He always, as always, made sure to excel in his test scores.

The day had then come. Graduation, one year sooner than normal, which included a refresher for Starfleet Medical. Assignments being handed out the day after the graduation party. The USS Vengence, Assistant Chief Medical Officer.

PERSONALITY PROFILE
Dean is certainly headstrong, intelligent, outspoken. Even to a fault. At times will not take flak from anyone, including Brass and senior officers. There is a point between right and wrong, even bending or breaking the rules he will take depending on the situation. Some of this is how he has always been, some has been amplified from the death of his wife and unborn child.

PHYSICAL PROFILE
Slightly aged looking, however more than physically fit. Do not let the look fool you. Under the linking and clothes, seen more than enough of wounds. Not all of them left scars, however, some did.

SPECIAL NOTES
Incident report:

USS Vengeance

"Captain! Our shields are almost gone!" The tactical officer chimed in. (Captain, any officer in command of a starship is called, regardless of rank.)

"Mr. Queen, come about. Attack pattern Delta-three. Maximum spread, quantum torpedos on my mark." Dean huffed with the smoke on the bridge.

They were under attack by Romulan ships, three Bird of Prey-class. Both of their squad had been destroyed. The USS Vengeance, a Constitution-class ship was in bad shape, behind enemy lines.

From an outside view, the ship was being pounded by phaser fire by all three Birds, and still taking it thanks to the polarized hull plating.

"I've had enough of these Romulans. Arch a spread on all three, then target the lead and fire phasers once in range of their bridge. Continue across the spine. Helm full impulse. Fire!"

Both orders acknowledged, and orders executed. It did work, but not before losing shields. Heavy damage and now adrift. It did take out all three enemy ships, a blaze of glorious explosions, however, stuck themselves in a pickle.

"Bridge to Engineering, get power back online."

Comms came back, "That is not going to happen any time soon if at all."

Dean sighed, "Then how long?"

"IF it's possible, 86 hours."

"Dujant, we don't have that long."

"Ensign Perseries(Perseus?) to Lieutenant...Captain House. You um...you better get down here."

Dean's eyes widened as he knew exactly where. Sickbay where Kaylia was overseeing while he was taking over command of the ship. "You have the bridge." He didn't care whom, they knew their jobs. Running to the turbolift.

Once he got there, sickbay was in shambles. It was a miracle anything worked. "Give me that." Taking the medical tricorder from the Ensign. He wasn't trying to be mean, but that was his wife. "What happened."

"And EPS conduit exploded as did half of the bulkhead while she was treating one of the wounded. I've done all I know to stabilize her. Doctor...I....." The Ensign bit her lip and shook her head.

"Just get out." Dean took a breath, "I mean, get out. Computer. All hands abandon ship." The klaxons going off to signal as such along with the computer voice alert. Looking down and waking Kaylia up. "I have to get you out of here."

Kaylia shook her head, "You can't. You have to go without me. I've lost the baby and if you move me, even by transporter, I will hemorrhage."

"No, no, no, no. I will not accept that. There is something I can do. I can put you in stasis. I can give you a cortical-blocker to stop your bleeding while you're in stasis until we can get you out and repair the damage. You can't leave me." Tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Dean," reaching up to touch his cheek and smile, "You have given me more joy than I have ever known. Unfortunately, it is my time. I love you, I will always love you, but you cannot stop it." Kaylia closed her eyes for a moment.

"Yes, I can! I do not have all this genetic engineering for anything!"

"Baby...No..." She took long breaths, "You can't. Kiss me."

Dean leaned and kissed her deeply. Holding it until he felt her not giving back. Leaning up, "Kay? Kay?" She was gone. "No!!" Laying his head on her chest and sobbing.

"Captain! We need to go! Right now!"

"I'm not leaving her and be damned if you try to stop me." Dean picked her body up and started for one of the shuttles left.