Crew Autobiography; The United States Colonial Marines of the USS Almayer
Marine - Combat Lifesaver; Lance Corporal
>> Name >> Fru Pontasi
>> Alias >> ‘Zombie’
>> Age >> 21 Years Old
>> Gender >> Demiman, He/They; AFAB FtM
>> Place of Origin >> Elvicta Colony; Elvicta - Terminated
>> Ethnicity: >> Mixed Ethnicity
Crew Medical Report; USS Almayer, [Year]
>> Blood Type >> O+ (Positive)
>> Chronic Disorders >> Osteoporosis, Opioid Resistance, GAD, PTSD, Clinical Insomnia.
>> On-going Treatments >> HRT, Psychotherapy, Recurrent Osteosynthetics.
>> Scars >> Top, Thoracic, Quad Extremity, and Skull Surgical Scars.
Marine Autobiography; Audio
“Is this where I start talking or something?-”
"Well, I was born about uhhh, 40 years ago or something? Cryostasis is a bitch to constructing timelines, and uh, at some point I was transferred to the USS Almayer- I wasn’t here from the start… However, where I was from the start is Elvicta, what had been a recently terraformed planet. I was 13, living the typical life of a teen on a developing world, when weird dissappearances started happening… First it was wildlife, then it was livestock- then it was people… My parents were among the first to go missing… they didn’t make it out…
In the last days of our sort of organized resistance against the increasing xenomorph population, I was stolen and implanted with their larvae. I’d long since given up any hope of surviving, just waiting in my resin cacoon to die, but death did not come. The squirming of the larvae had stopped, the pain dulling, and my body strangely changing, though insignificant in their effect. The drones ignored me for the most part, maybe even regarded me as their own as they took to feeding me, keeping me alive… A week had passed before anyone came to help, help being in the form of an orbital bombardment and subsequent deployment into the hive, specifically their birthing chamber, where I was. Miraculously, the flames and shrapnel did not harm me too badly, and I was rescued by a corpsman, though by then I was catatonic.
I was taken aboard the USS Frepen, medically examined, isolated for a time as the research team tried to figure me out. After almost a month, I escaped my catatonia, then being acquainted with the ship and it’s crew. They couldn’t exactly release me due to my biological alterations, so the USCM took me under the wing as a military brat. There’d be times where we were docked at stations for resupply or R&R, which I primarily used to socialize, eventually meeting my best friend, now legal spouse, Xafer- for mutual benefits though. Also, with his help, and by further assessing myself alongside others, I even eventually came to find that I’m trans too!
By the age of 19, I was finally admitted for full service for the USCM, and with that, given information on Elvicta… There were no other survivors; the planet was glassed as the hive spread ravenously across it with no chance of stopping it… I’d be lying if I didn’t have survivor’s guilt because of that, even now, but I try to keep moving…
Today, I’m 21 years old, out of my cryopod for the first time in a decade or so? Guess there was some sort of administrative change while we were asleep, so they’re having us do these- not that I necessarily have a problem with it… Helps remind me of who I am… Eh, it’s whatever, I’ll be going back to sleep after this anyways, so I leave you with this: MPs don’t like when you bite people, but it sure as hell is fun when you fight a transphobe."
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