Starfleet Biography File: Lieutenant KAYLAN ELISA ARCHER

My mother was the Federation liaison to the main Vulcan Embassy on Vulcan when I was born. My father was in Starfleet and a captain on board the USS Phoenix, which was destroyed during the Dominion War. I had spent my one-year cadet cruise on the Phoenix when my father was Executive Officer as a member of the security crew on board

I was an only child, born on Vulcan when mother was assigned there as Federation Liaison to the Vulcan Embassy. When mom went into labor with me, she was taken to the Vulcan Science Academy - where I was born. Dad arrived at the very end and missed my birth.

I spent my entire life on Vulcan, going to school with the children of Vulcan... very hard on me. I attended the Vulcan parochial schools from the time I was five years old until I was thirteen, then the Vulcans asked my mother to withdraw me from the school system because I was too disruptive for the rest of the students. They actually wanted me out because I was a human and wouldn't understand the meditation techniques that were taught to the children once they reached the higher level of learning. Mother refused to remove me from the school, even though I asked her to, so I continued attending until I graduated... in the top third of my class, in 2366.

During my last year in school, I had been studying for entrance into Starfleet Academy, which I entered the fall of 2366, where I majored in Security and Intelligence. After my first four years, I went on my cadet cruise, nothing spectacular but I performed my duties with precision and accuracy. After that, I entered Officers Training in the fall of 2371 and finished two years later at the top of my class, then got stationed planetside for another two years where I stood to gain a promotion on several occasions, but I refused them each time.

I didn't see my duty as getting promoted, but to serve as I saw fit - and that was in obeying orders. If given an order I don't believe would be acceptable, I will question it, I perform my duty in spite of what my training tells me. Instincts tell me that if anything is to hit the fan, I don't want to be in its way.

Six months prior to being assigned to the USS Nautilus, I decided for a transfer of duty. It got approved, but I didn't get it until the CIO of the Nautilus requested me personally. Six weeks into that transfer, I received new orders to be reassigned to the USS Cherokee. Now I find myself with yet another reassignment to the Trafalgar... where I intend to stay.