Nancy Lursa Gable
Human (1/8 Klingon) Female

Place of Origin: Sherman’s Planet

Height: 1.71 m (5′ 6″)
Weight: 58 kg (128 lbs)
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Age: 43
Easily passes for fully human, but although lacking any trace of the forehead ridge typical of Klingons, she has somewhat exotic-looking features due to her mixed heritage. Slim and athletic, usually moves with a determined gait.

Most people would describe her as feisty, if they feel charitable; other less charitable descriptions include acerbic, hot-tempered, and terrifying. She tends to speak her mind, although usually it’s tempered with humor (albeit frequently sarcastic humor). Very capable and good in a crisis. She has extremely limited patience with both pretension and whining, and almost no compunction against smacking people upside the head if she thinks they need it.

Strengths & Weaknesses
+ Smart and capable
+ Not easily intimidated; will fight for her patients
– Far less nurturing than people expect, esp from a female doctor
– Tends to be closed off and slow connect with others due to the losses in her past

Her mixed ancestry gives her greater endurance, a higher pain threshold, and greater immunity (as well as a bit more of a temper) than most humans. Being part Klingon is in her medical record, and while she doesn’t hide it, much like her past on Sherman’s planet, she generally does not discuss it.

Hobbies & Interests running, kick-boxing, botany, knitting

Minored in pathology and environmental science and maintains an interest in both

Languages: Standard, Klingon, Romulan, a smattering of terms from other languages (much of it curse words)

Sherman’s Planet (SermanyuQ in Klingonese) was originally on a disputed border between the Klingon Empire and UFP, and settlers from both established bases in different areas according to the terms of the Organian Peace Treaty. Originally, the two sides kept their distances (or actively sabotaged the other’s efforts), but the difficulties of developing a stable and sustainable farming ecology on the planet eventually forced a degree of cooperation. Over time this interaction resulted in a small number of hybrid children. Nancy’s grandfather was one such child and because the Klingons unequivocally rejected him, he and his descendants remained among the human colonists.

Nancy grew up near Cape Winston, the space port connecting Sherman’s Planet to Starbase K-7. The only child of a shuttle pilot and a crop scientist, she originally considered becoming a pilot, but eventually developed a greater interest in biology. Her original major was in ecology, but she was too gregarious to stick with a career that involved a lot time in the lab or isolated on field stations.

She had begun exploring other fields when a plague struck Sherman’s planet, killing millions. Most of those of mixed race proved either immune or successfully fought off the virus – a fact that eventually led to a genetically engineered vaccine. Gable was among those who contracted the disease but survived. Unfortunately, her mother did not, and her father died shortly afterward in an alcohol-related crash. A large number of her friends, including her lover, Simon Aroyo, also perished. She buried her grief by answering the overwhelming need to care for the ill since her survivor’s immunity and her training in biology allowed her to supplement the decimated staff in the city hospital.

However, once the crisis was over, she found that she couldn’t stand the idea of staying on the planet, surrounded by painful memories.

In the aftermath of the Dominion War, Starfleet was recruiting and she signed on, becoming a nurse and eventually a doctor, but otherwise closing the door on her past. To everyone she has met since then, she is a woman who entered Starfleet to get away from life on a poor backwater planet. For the most part, she was able to start over, making friends and establishing a new life for herself. However, she had applied for transfer to Admiral Picard’s Romulan rescue effort and when it was abandoned, she resigned her commission (loudly and in no uncertain terms as to her opinion of Starfleet Command for abandoning the high ideals they pay so much lip service to). Some might say it had been a fit of her flashpoint temper, others that it was some latent sense of honor from her Klingon heritage, and possibly both might be right, but she knew what it felt like to be see everyone die around you with rescue arriving far too late. For several years she joined with others like her trying to do what they could to continue the rescue effort, even it meant resorting to smuggling small groups of Romulans across the Neutral Zone to safety.

After Hobus, however, the Federation’s turn to isolationism broke, and with her experience with Romulans, Nancy was provisionally reinstated to join the Starfleet relief effort. Though initially assigned to rescue, within a year she was part of the fleet engaged in border patrol and peace-keeping efforts as the former Romulan Star Empire collapsed into chaos – Civil War between various factions claiming to be heir to the RSE (half of them lead by some Galae commander turned little more than warlord) plus a breakaway Republic, and all of them also fighting raids from Klingons and other border powers eager to capitalize on their disarray.

After many years the Romulans finally pulled themselves together, or at least settled into somewhat stable divisions, and Gable was transferred to Starbase Aeon. However a posting on the other side of the Quadrant from the former Neutral Zone was not to last. Over time Romulan refugees in many places had tended to segregate into enclaves – a common enough thing for all types of refugees in many times and places, but it had lead to friction and some bureaucrat had apparently decided that given Nancy’s experience with Romulans and her upbringing on a similarly divided planet, she would be good choice for base facing such a situation. This would prove to be …not the case.

Nancy’s temper grew increasingly shorter as she wrestled with old memories, and particularly after Sons of Charon turned up to stir resentments on the human side of the colony, which only ramped up paranoia on the Romulan side, there were ‘incidents’. One of these involved several young hot heads reacting to the sharp-tongued Starfleet doctor telling them off for picking on a Romulan kid with their fists (okay, she *may* have said ‘Go ahead. Give me an excuse’). The scuffle ended with Gable standing over the leader, holding him in a clearly painful joint lock, while explaining, loudly, and scathing detail why he was disgrace to every human on the colony, and in fact the entire Sector.

It might have result in just another reprimand, but someone recorded the fight and it wound up on the news. While it provided proof that she had acted in self defense, the young hot head being excoriated while face down with in an arm lock was the nephew of a Councilman. Even if a certain number of people on both civilian and Starfleet sides thought she should get medal, realistically, she was problem that had to go away.