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Lieutenant Damien Gardener

Name Damien Gardener

Position Medical Officer

Rank Lieutenant


Character Information

Gender Male
Species Human
Age 43

Physical Appearance

Height 6'0"
Weight 120kg
Hair Color Brown
Eye Color Brown organic, glass prosthetic
Physical Description If you looked at him out of the corner of your eye, you'd assume nothing was wrong. But then you'd see the limp in his right leg, the seams and joints of his right hand, the flesh-toned clovers of the implants along his jaw and right eye.

Once you see them, the rest fall into place easily enough.

Family

Significant Other None
Children None
Father Ashton Gardner
Mother Elise Gardener
Brother(s) None
Sister(s) None
Other Family Surely here and there.

Personality & Traits

General Overview He is a cyborg, by design, not a choice. Following the destruction of the USS Nightingale at the Battle Of Asteroid X, Damien was found in the wreckage barely clinging to life. It wouldn't be too far from the truth to say it was a miracle he survived.

Due to a preexisting genetic condition that makes him allergic to dermal regeneration and most regenerative medical techniques, what was broken or beyond saving had to be replaced with medical prosthetics. A full listing of his 'spare parts' makes it a toss-up that, were he to befall another injury if he would go to sickbay or main engineering.

He is a surprisingly upbeat soul, using sarcasm and dry whit to plaster over the massive cracks that massive full body trauma leaves behind. He is a firm believer in the working cure, as leaving Starfleet to seek further medical aid would mean time away from the distraction.
Strengths & Weaknesses He is an expert doctor of internal medicine with minor expertise in surgery and xeno virology.

He has not attended any counsellor sessions since leaving Starbase Tripoli. His attitude of moving forward at all cost without proper self-care is seen as a detriment.
Ambitions To save lives. Its cliche to say it, but its true. Damien subscribes to the moral imperative that it is the duty of all to help one another. He is a registered Saganist and possible lay minister of the quazi faith.
Hobbies & Interests Rock climbing. A smidge on the predictable, but he grew up on a dozen different worlds where his parents were more interested in the tent cities than making sure gravity didn't murder their offspring. And really, a large rock is merely a small mountain.

He has the usual doctors infatuation with the usual holographic magazines from across the medical field. And he's never seen a medical gadget or device he didn't instantly crave.

Languages Spoken: Federation Standard, Common Bajoran, Trill Hand Speak, Hanto Tendril Gestures

Personal History Damien Gardener has always been a doctor. It sounds odd putting it like that, but ever since he was a child the need to help people was in his blood. It helped he was raised by parents who were members of the Worlds Health Organisation, the Doctors Without Borders of the 23rd and 24th century.

This gave Damien a broad overview of the profession growing up. The refugee camps on Bajor after the Occupation ended. The disaster relief work on Meranis Minor. The flooding on Olympia. Wherever the Gardeners were called to, they took their son.

He was blessed with the luck of a broad and open childhood.

Their only disappointment in life was that he took on the call of Starfleet. He would argue he could save more lives in the Fleet than from without, given the Fleet's standing orders to attend any and all natural disasters on a planetary scale. Not to mention the cutting edge medical technology. A win-win.

And then the Dominion came and set about their plans of war.

Soon his ship the USS Nightingale was making dashes quickly over enemy lines to snatch wounded from the jaws of death, loading her cargo holds and medical bays with the injured and dying. He did good work there, they were lucky to have his skill with a scalpel. He saved hundreds of lives. Until his luck ran out.

The Nightingale and her escort, the USS Vigilant, were set upon by Jem’hadar attack ships on one such dash back to Federation space. Loaded down with wounded the Nightingale was an inviting target. The Vigilant fought as hard as her namesake suggested, besting two of the three fighters before succumbing to battle damage. Which turned a Sabre class escort into a 20’000 ton navigation hazard.

Damien doesn’t remember the impact very well. There are parts that come to him when he thinks hard on the topic. The blare of an alarm, the smell of sweat and burning plastics. He remembers…calling to someone? Maybe he was just asking the computer if all of his staff had gotten to the lifeboats before he left sickbay?

He remembers waking up six months later on Starbase Tripoli, orbiting the ice moons of Andoria.
He remembers the concerned face of the physicians and specialists, their peculiar hesitancy at revealing the full extent of the damage. Right arm. Right leg. Both kidneys. Forty meters of small intestines. One lung, though it was touch and go about keeping the other one. His right eye. Galil tissue damage resulting in numerous small neural implants to control hormone and autonomic function.

His heart.

The Dominion broke his heart.

Due to a congenital defect in his genetic code, Gardner’s body doesn’t take kindly to either dermal regeneration therapies or stem cell printed replacement organs. A one in a billion chance that, another case of his luck cutting him as deeply as it might. What could be replaced with cybernetic implants and prosthetics was done so in the six months he was in a coma. Given the state he was in when he arrived, waking him to gain consent would have been as good as a death sentence.

Lucky they didn’t wake him.

The final months of the war Damien spent on Starbase Tripoli, learning to walk and live again under the eye of Starfleet Medicals best. He wasn’t alone in the recovery ward, Starfleet looked after its broken soldiers well. But he knew upon leaving this place he would be alone, adrift, and the abyss beyond what was known to him in Starfleet was terrifying.

It took…time to convince them he was fit for duty. It took favours to get people to see his point of view.

But he got it.

He could be that lucky. One. More. Time.
Service Record Starfleet Academy
Starfleet Medical
Cadet Cruise: USS Oberth
Ensign: USS Indianapolis
Ensign: USS Vancouver
Lieutenant JG to Lieutenant : Starbase Eros 10
Lieutenant Commander: USS Nightingale.
Medical Leave: Starbase Tripolli
Active Status Under Review.

Assigned: Lieutenant, MO, USS Sherman Potter