I was born on Earth in the city of Edinburough, in Scotland, on 6508.24. My father is Connor Raymond McKenzie, a Commander or Engineering in Star Fleet. My mother was S'Vel. She was half vulcan and half romulan. She died shortly after I was born, due to unforeseen complications.
 My father doted on me and took me everywhere he went. I was definitely daddy's little girl, but I was also taught how to be strong and resourceful. I wasn't just the pretty little girl, though I could wear the frilly dresses and have the best manners. I got the best of both worlds.
 When I turned four, my father asked for a position on Vulcan, so that I could receive some Vulcan training. Though I excelled in my studies of logic and mind control, it was difficult for me. I was treated differently because I refused to give up my emotions. I felt, and still do feel, that they make me who I am.
 After seven years, when I was eleven, my father took a position aboard the USS ALBION, and of course, he took me with him. I made many adult friends during our stay, including the Captain, herself, Patrice Mateo. I was also interested in anything and everything dealing with the ship. I studied everythings from science/medical data to command. I was even taught self-defense by a klingon named Tag' Mor, a human named Keno Toshita and by the Albion's holodeck computer. My father often told me that it seemed I was always involved in one project or another.
 At the age of sixteen, I was accepted into Star Fleet Academy. I had gotten an excellent recommendation from Captain Mateo, who was my mentor. I excelled in all of my classes, finishing in the top five percent. I graduated with honors at the age of twenty. It was then that I received my first assignment with the rank of Lieutenant. I was given a position on the research vessel Archimedes. I conducted some very high profile experiments to conquer some of the new deseases that had cropped up on a few newly inhabited worlds. Because of my success, it caused me to be well-known in the science circles. The other thing I was known for was my uncanny theses on pre- warp worlds that the Federation wanted to keep an eye on without getting involved, of course. I could predict with reliable accuracy when a world would attain warp power, if at all. My abilities were considered so uncanny, because I have always had the ability to blend into the worlds I have visited without question, though my appearance is different. I have never discovered why that is, but it has been very useful for the work I have done.
 At twenty-one, shortly after being promoted to Lt. Commander, I was given Leave time and I had decided to take it on a far-off world called Kytara. It was hardly populated and was full of jungles and wild animals. It was thought that a great civilization had once flourished there, but nothing had ever been found. But I believed that was due to the fact that the world, itself, just wasn't that interesting to most. I went there to find ruins. That's what drew me there . . . That, and the primative aura intrigued me.
 While I was hiking through the Mountains of the Sky on the Southern Peninsula, I had found several stone pillars towering as high as some of the trees. They wer covered with what looked like hieroglyphics. It was there that I met a klingon. His name was Kalar sutai-Sakar. He had been hiking and hunting. We were attracted to each other the moment our eyes met, and we ended up spending the entire week together. We swam in the streams together, hiked through the ruins and hunted. On our last night together, our instincts took over and we made love under the starry sky.
 The following morning, I awoke with the sun breaking over the horizon and I stared at Kalar for a long time before I realized what I needed to do. I wrote a note, expressing my deep feelings for him, but that I was not ready to commit to him, which I knew he would ask of me on his waking. It would have been the honorable thing to do. I was petrified of the commitment, so I left him there, believing I'd never see him again.
 I returned to the Archimedes and to my job. But after a couple of weeks, I began feeling sick. As it turned out, I had received a gift from my night of passion with Kalar. I was carrying our child. At first, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, because I felt Kalar probably hated me for leaving him, and yet, I wanted to find him, and tell him about the child I carried. But I never did search for him.
 After five months, I was given Leave. My father also had put in for a Leave so he could be with me during this time. Together, we retired to a small world called Tycari, where the best medical practices in the universe were said to be. My father was very worried about me, considering he had lost my mother shortly after my birth. He took such good care of me. I did have the normal problems that arise in pregnancy, such as morning sickness, edema, and faintness, but I experienced no real complications, and on 8611.19, I gave birth to a beautiful little boy who weighted 9 lbs. 0 ozs. and was 21 inches long. He had a bit of Kalar's brow and a touch of my ears. He also had my hair which was dark at birth, but turned blond like the sun, but will probably turn darker once puberty arrives.. He also had my green-brown eyes. I named him Christopher Kalar McKenzie. Every time I looked at him, I couldn't help thinking how perfect he was and how very happy he made me. My father and I ended up taking a year's Leave to be with him. We watched him sit up on his own, learn to feed himself, hear his first words and watch him take his first steps. To this day, I could not imagine my life without him.
 After the year was up, my father decided to take an early retirement to be with his grandson. I, on the other hand, longed to return to work. I didn't need the credits, but I needed to feel useful. And though I missed my family terribly, I needed my work, so I returned to the Archimedes taking Leave every chance I got.
 When I turned twenty-three, I was made a Commander. I was one of the youngest Commanders in Starfleet, though I don't believe I was the youngest. I was also given an assignment to go a world called Messara. A pre-warp civilization was there and I was to observe it first hand and write a thesis on it. That was my specialty. Messaran technology was equivalent to Earth's 1980s- 1990s. The peoples only distinguishing feature was a raised ridge on the forehead in the shape of a triangle. A fake one was implanted into my head and false documents for identification were made. I had already established a plausible explanation for my ears. It was a genetic defect at the time of conception. No one ever questioned it.
 I was beamed down just outside a major city called Korel. Once in the city I was taken in by a family when I answered an add for a boarder. We all became very close quickly. They even helped me find a job with the government, as a computer analyst for Voracco. I blened in beautifully with the society and was there for almost a year. Sharii, Tomhas and their three daughters were my surrogate family inviting me to be a part of them. I had even been initiated onto their family through a ritual. We were connected spiritually.
 Eventually, by doing my usual snooping into  affairs of state, either by over-hearing, being told, finding it in the computer, or mind-melding, if necessary, that trouble was brewing with the neighboring country of Kallah and that the problem was quite serious. I was so concerned about this that I began a computer trace to locate any information about this situation on any computer on Messara. I did find it amusing that the governments thought their computers were so secure and in actuality they were  like opening drawers. However, I found out that the Kallah were preparing to launch an attack on Voracco. I was horrified. I knew that if that happened NO ONE would survive. Their chemical weapons were beyond their understanding. They would not only poison the water and the plant life, but it would poison the blood of every animal on that world. Everything would die. But the Kallah thought they would live . . . It was at this time that I was beamed back aboard the Archimedes. I immeidately went to my superior, Captain James Dorsong, and explained the whole situation. I knew that in 36 hours that world would be dead. There were ways to stop the destruction without letting ourselves be known, but the Captain refused to listen to me. Instead, he kept quoting the Prime Directive and how it would be a direct violation. We couldn't get involved because that world had to follow its own path, even if it lead to destruction.
 I couldn't believe it. There were children on that world. MY adopted family was on that world. Sharii, my adoptive mother, was five months pregnant with the boy she had been trying to have for ten years! I was devestated as I watched the Kallah launch their weapons, followed by the counter attack from Voracco. It seemed like only an instant as the missiles plummeted the planet . . . Then everything was dead . . . I was filled with so much pain, grief and anger that I felt I had to release some of it, or I would lose control of myself. I went to the holodeck and initiated a very physical program that would allow me to work out my anger by fighting. After an hour, Captain Dorsong entered. I didn't see him, at least not on a conscious level, so when he appeared in my view, I decked him like I would have anyone else in the program. Surprised by the realization that I had struck a superior officer, I apologized perfunctorily. I knew it was proper, but I didn't feel sorry. He ordered me to sickbay with him, where he was treated for a broken nose.
 While there, he asked me about the holodeck program I had been involved in. I tried to explain the best I could about venting my anger and that I hadn't expected him to be there. At that time, he decided that it would be a good idea if I unwound a bit after my ordeal and sent me to see the ship's counsellor.
 Reluctantly, I went to see Carlena, the counsellor, and it was her that discovered to what extent I had been involve on that world. She confirmed that I was, indeed, grieving for an extended family that I had grown to love as much as my own family, and that I blamed Star Fleet for their deaths.
 A few months after the Messara incident, my superiors wanted to place me on another assignment that was very similar to the one that had taken me to Messara. Carlena felt I wasn't ready, and I certainly didn't want to do it. As it was, I was fighting more with colleagues, drinking (real alcohol) a little more than usual, and my sleep had been plagued by nightmares. I began missing Christopher and my father terribly. More so than I had ever had before. So, at that time, I resigned. My father was completely behind me on my decision. He knew how deeply I had been hurt.
 On my way home to Tycari, in my own shuttle, I stopped on many worlds . . . several were pre-warp and I made many friends. I always blended in ans was accepted without question, never revealing my true origins. This helped to ease the pain I felt after losing my Messaran family. However, I started feeling as if I were being watched. It had started shortly after I had watched Messara die. Then one day, on an uninhabited world known as Paleus III, I heard a voice warning me of an approaching beast. I took cover to let the large reptilian creature pass by. It was large, but not particularly bright. Once it was gone, the voice came again, telling me it was clear. I looked around and saw nothing . . . No one. Finally I asked where the voice came from. Suddenly, the thing appeared. It was a silver sphere with a green light in the front, as strange writing all over its surface. It introduced itself as Logan. I asked what his purpose was and he simply replied, "To watch you and watch out for you." I also asked who had place him with me. Politely, for he was programmed to be incredibly polite, he told me that he was programmed NOT to give out that information. As time has passed, Logan has been a great help to me, keeping me safe and protecting me. He has become like a close friend.
 Once I was home again, I stayed there and caught up on being a mom to Christopher, as I adjusted to Logan's presence. My father had missed me as much a Christopher had. It was nice to have a homebase again. But after awhile I started yearning to work again and be useful. I just didn't want to work for Star Fleet. That was when I started hearing rumors about a group called Dark Forces, and I decided to find them. Dark Forces was a group that worked to free people from the shackles of rigid order, hardships of a harsh ruling class and to free those who wished to live in peace along with others, without barriers. Where there is fair order and on one is trated unjustly. We helped people all over the galaxy, on worlds with and without warp technology.
 Most of the group was comprised of Klingons, tired of the old ways where Honor was worth dying over and fighting a must for anything, including petty outbursts. It was there that I received my biggest surprise. Kalar was among them. We became one after time, and he had a chance to meet his son. We were a family for awhile, until Kalar disappeared in the heat of battle. I have since accepted his death . . .
 After five years, I decided to leave Dark Forces. I felt it was time to give Star Fleet another chance, since my presence was requested by a freind in the government. It was then that I was placed on the USS Adamant under Captain Karen Anderson as Chief Science Officer. I continued to serve in that function under Captain Crystyl Rayn, who took over command a year later. It was at this point, while conducting a scienfic observation of an unusual anomaly I fell under attack by the Jem 'Hadar. When I was recovered, I was told that I had been gone for 6 weeks, and that I was pregnant. I had no memory of anything after the attack. But as time went on, memories slowly did resurface, and memories of a leonine-like man began flooding my mind. His name was Michael Tymaya and he had saved my life. He had spent so much of his life being rejected by others that after he saw to my wounds, even though we had grown exceptionally close, he chose to block my memories of him. He hadn't know that I was pregnant. I finally found him two months before our child was born. We were married almost immediately.
 On 9711.10 I was given command of the Adamant, based on my previous record with Starfleet and my record with Dark Forces, since we had run many convert operations. Then on 9711.11, I gave birth to our daughter, Adrianna Krystine McKenzie-Tymaya on the bridge of my ship in the middle of a battle with the Jem 'Hadar. She was 9 lbs. 0 ozs, and was 19 inches long. Adrianna was absolutely beautiful, though, and she is no worse the wear for her tramatic birth, since she is now a little spitfire at 10 months of age. I still do think about the family I lost on Messara, and of my first husband. Though the pain is not as great as it was, I still occasionally wonder what might have been. But don't we all?