Occupation: Captain, SWAT, Eosian Bureau of Civil Protection (honorably discharged)
Physiology:
Alterations: Captain Graves volunteered for cybernetic augmentation in the line of duty, being equipped with independent, neural-linked, holographic combat visors for both of her eyes. Subdermal circuitry controls the visors independently from the control unit mounted on her upper spine.
Mutations: A latent psychic gene activated following the birth of Captain Graves's first child, exhibiting itself first with telepathic tendencies which have gradually increased with time. Captain Graves has also been noted in Eosian Civil Protection records as having passed examination tests for electrokinesis three years ago. A similar positive gradual trend has been noted in the Captain's performance with this second trait.
Brief History:
Summer Graves was born into a life of poverty on the second moon of Eos IV, the descendant of penal colonists exiled to the frigid wastelands for crimes against the state. A supreme irony that her own parents who surrendered her to state custody when she was only eight. Fostered to a loving family in the milder equatorial climes of the second moon, in many ways she was raised to be the ideal Eosian citizen - steadfast, courageous, and dutiful - to a fault. When the time came after graduation when she was old enough to enlist, she settled on Civil Protection. Twenty years spent helping fellow Eosians, retire at thirty-eight, and have a juicy pension to live off when she went back to school? It was only twenty years, just a inconvenience when modern medical technology puts the average lifespan past one-hundred and twenty.
Summer found that she flourished in Civil Protection, volunteering eagerly for the hard life of CP in the Polar Sectors. It was perhaps the most dangerous assignment in the system, but there was something about the risk, the violence, the chance to truly save the innocent, that exhilarated her. But life is never simple, is it? Summer, like so many others, met someone truly unique, and at twenty-four, she named her first daughter Erin, after her adoptive mother. But motherhood awakened something in Summer, and not necessarily for the better. It isn't unknown for a woman's body to go through changes, and while Summer was certainly not the only one, she is one of the few that can say that they were marvelous for her career. It was subtle at first, finishing her husband's sentences or checking on her daughter without being prompted, but as time passed such intuition only grew - both in intensity and accuracy.
It wasn't long before she volunteered for the examinations with Civil Protection, wanting to get to the bottom of what was wrong with her. Not even two weeks after, her CO offered her a promotion to lieutenant, following another eight month stint at the academy. Special Weapons and Tactics, the sort of work she had always dreamed of. Despite the rigors of her training, and the monotonous and irksome tests she was forced to endure, she emerged from it all a lieutenant, a solid silver bar on her collar. She even wore the dress insignia on ops, as if she dared their targets to notice. The thrill that her work delivered only increased, just like her insights, just like her results, and just like her time away from home. After fifteen years she should have seen the divorce coming. She should've seen how he would leave with everything, even the children. She could use the shield of her dedication to duty to maintain her dignity in society's eyes, but you didn't need to be a telepath to know that everyone else knew why she dove into her work. Of course, if you were, it was never easy to shut out their silent whispers, or the monstrous things they call you.
She got out of her own accord, able to face down whatever manner of villainous scum the Polar Regions could muster, but unable to face the men and women she served alongside. Four years short of her goal, she couldn't qualify for the retirement and pension she had hoped for, but Civil Protection did extend her a rather unique alternative - a space aboard the Gemini, the fabled starliner bound for Terion-3. Maybe they pitied her, or maybe this was a convenient way of keeping Summer, and her reputation, away from the precinct. Regardless of which, she had read the stories on the extranet and had seen the holos, but Summer had always felt she would live and die on Eos's second moon. A chance to begin anew on a world the likes of which she had never dreamed of, with the sound of leaves in the wind, the cool touch of mist on an autumn morn, or a liquid ocean as far as the eye could see under a crisp, blue sky. The Commissioner didn't even need to finish his sentence before she said yes.
XREF:
EOSIAN BUREAU OF CIVIL PROTECTION
FORM DX-316H - HONORABLE DISCHARGE FROM SERVICE
FORM PR-121 - CERTIFIED TELEPATH
FORM(S) WQ-608B, WQ-96B, WQ-452B - ASSORTED WEAPONS QUALIFICATIONS
CERTIFICATE OF GOOD CONDUCT - FIFTEEN YEARS WITHOUT DISCIPLINARY ACTION
NO CRIMINAL CHARGES
ERIN GRAVES, NÉE KELLER (MOTHER, FOSTER)
DECEASED, UNAVAILABLE FOR REFERENCE
MALCOLM GRAVES (FATHER, FOSTER)
DECEASED, UNAVAILABLE FOR REFERENCE
DOUGLAS VEGA (HUSBAND, DIVORCED)
LOCATION UNKNOWN, UNAVAILABLE FOR REFERENCE
ERIN VEGA (DAUGHTER)
LOCATION UNKNOWN, UNAVAILABLE FOR REFERENCE
KRISTINE VEGA (DAUGHTER)
LOCATION UNKNOWN, UNAVAILABLE FOR REFERENCE
