Hauser

Jessica Mikenna Hauser
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Full Name:	Jessica Mikenna Hauser
Nickname:	""
Species:	Terran
Gender:	female
Birthplace:	Armstrong's Landing, Luna, Sol System
Birthdate:	Jan 11, 2422
Empire:	United Federation of Planets
Organization:	Starfleet
Assignment:	USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A
Billet:	Damage Control Officer and Maintenance Engineer
Rank:	Lieutenant (jg)

Jessica Mikenna Hauser is a Lieutenant (jg) in Starfleet, serving aboard the USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A as the Damage Control Officer and Maintenance Engineer.

Description

This human woman stands around 5 feet 9 inches tall with glossy jet black hair that flows down her back to her waist. Depending on how she's wearing it, her hair may also frame her face, showing up her hazel eyes to good advantage. She is fit and trim, her body suggesting someone who works out at least semi-regularly.

Biography

If treason is said to lie in the eye of the beholder, it is universally true that being the child of a perceived traitor is never easy. Jessica Mikenna Hauser was born on January 11, 2422 at Armstrong's Landing, Luna, to then Captain Cole Hauser and his wife, Rachel, a civilian primary grades teacher. Growing up on the Moon, she cut her teeth on tails of the Terran lunar landing missions and enjoyed visiting the Smithsonian Lunar Annex.

Growing up, she saw her father rarely, but she idolized him as a strong, decisive man who loved building things with her and talking to her about the history of Terran spaceflight and of Starfleet in particular. It was from him that she gained a love for building and making things, and when she could get his attention, it was to him that she directed her questions about how everything worked: ships, buildings, the world at large. She made few close friends as a child, mostly ones who had her own bent of mind for dissecting how things functioned. As a result, she did well in her science and applied design classes and often sought out likeminded peers.

She also grew up on tales of the Phoenix's early missions, penning a holo-cartoon about Captain Kemper and his crew when she was in middle school. It seemed preordained that she should want to attend the academy and continue walking in the footsteps of giants, e.g., the Phoenix crew and her father, as she then thought of them, and so she worked hard for her academy slot, which she won in 2440, not long after her father's resignation from the service.

At the academy, she at first had the same experiences typical of other children of highly-placed officers, trying to sort out who wanted her company because of who she was versus who was seeking her out because of her father's possible influence. Over the next couple of years, she noticed a growing dark side in her father. That he was passionately devoted to the safety and security of the Federation, she did not doubt. Still, it seemed to her that he was starting to jump at shadows and see potential villains everywhere.

As Admiral Hauser's reputation worsened, there were those who tried to recruit her to his cause as well as those who tried to steer her clear of it. Her response was largely one of denial. She refused to believe the worst things about her father, attributing motives of jealousy and envy to those who tried to insinuate that he was behind the growing Humanist movement. . Though if she ever thought about it, very rarely, it turned out she really didn't have that many non-Terran friends growing up on the moon. Why should that be? That her father had convictions, she knew. Beyond that, she would not allow herself to go.

Jessica tried to comfort her father on the night of his election loss, to tell him that she was proud of him even if it hadn't turned out, asking him to join her for the inauguration, but he was off planet and did not reply. To her disappointment, though not to her surprise, her father skipped inauguration day 2442. So, he wasn't there, though she was, together with a cohort of her academy classmates, when someone tried to assassinate Federation president Sirosh Gilur on June 6, 2442. She saw the shot and the Starfleet officer who took the projectile, but she was being hustled out by the time the assassin was found. Of course, someone also bombed Utopia Planitia to near ruins the same night, and as usual, there were those who wanted to see her father's hand in it. But why would he do such a thing? Of course, he wouldn't. If only he would come home from these long trips and weren't so moody.

She saw little of her father over the next year and a half, almost as little as when he had been in the service. By that time, her academy studies in engineering had gone into high gear, and Jessica didn't have a lot of time to consider what her father was doing. That all changed in December of 2443, between the fall and spring semesters of her academy senior year. She was on Spacedock after her senior cadet cruise when Spacedock went to red alert and transport to Earth was suspended. And that is where she was when the humanist fleet attacked. During that engagement, a running battle ranging across deep space and including Spacedock itself, she became inescapably aware of her father's role in commanding the humanist forces, as he was broadcasting in clear over Standard frequencies. At that point, she could no longer pretend or deny, and her world collapsed.

Following the battle and its fallout, including the inability of anyone to locate her father's body and the universal knowledge of what he had done, Jessica left the academy. She fled the public eye and retreated to Luna. After over a year's worth of grief, reflection, and no small amount of psychotherapy, she petitioned to rejoin the academy. After some consideration, the academy stipulated that she must repeat her senior year and allowed her reentry in the fall term of 2445. Her second stint at academy was terrible on a social level. She knew what her father had done, and so did everyone else. It seemed to her that instructors graded her harder, singled her out for the toughest questions in class, and some of them wouldn't even smile if they passed on the quad, except the Vulcan instructors, who didn't smile anyhow. Her classmates, especially non-Terrans, often shut her out of campus life, and she didn't have to ask why.

So, Jessica devoted herself wholly to her studies in an attempt to wall off the pain and make it through. She completed her senior year in the spring term of 2446, graduating with distinctions in starship design engineering and Federation history. When lodging her assignment choices with the academy personnel office, she was warned that she might face prejudice given whose daughter she was, but that was nothing new to her by then, and she resolved to press on. As she had grown up with the stories of the Phoenix and some of her crew, the ones who made it into the news anyway, she still wanted a posting aboard. Now an ensign, she is anything but naive and innocent, but she is still ready to explore and to design and build like her father in his good years.