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Captain Joe Rhimer
Name Joe Rhimer
Position Commanding Officer
|Hair Color||Light Brown|
|Physical Description||Joe keeps his hair tame and his clothes pressed, and is in good shape. There's generally a mischievous look in his eye and a smirk on his lips.|
|Father||David Windsor Rhimer (deceased)|
|Mother||Margaret Anne Rhimer-Hanes (deceased)|
Personality & Traits
|General Overview||He's known as friendly, and driven, with a fierce loyalty to his friends. He's bucked more than a few orders, though most of his commanding officers learned to trust his judgement in high stress situations.|
|Strengths & Weaknesses||Some have said Joe's biggest weakness and biggest strength his how invested Joe gets in his crew. They are his family, and he'd have it no other way. Others would say it's his confidence, having landed him before a disciplinary committee on more than one occasion. Joe would say his biggest strength is luck, which has kept him out of any major trouble in spite of himself.|
|Ambitions||To leave a proud legacy. He's the last of the Rhimer line, and he wants to make sure that people remember him as someone to be admired, just in case he never manages to make any little Rhimers of his own.|
|Hobbies & Interests||Joe is a sucker for old monster movies. The cheesier, the better. He also collects old-west firearms and enjoys target practice with them in the holodeck. From time to time, he can also be found playing an old Gibson Les Paul that generally hangs on the wall in his office. He'll admit he's not as good at that as he'd like to be.|
|Personal History||Joe was born in a suburb of Juneau, Alaska, the son of a fisherman. He spent his early years on the decks of repulsor boats, fishing in the dangerous waters off of the coast of Alaska, bundled up in thermal clothing, and hating every minute of it.
He loved his family, but his eyes were thoroughly turned toward the stars. This lead to a massive falling out between he and his parents that left with him leaving their home and selling his car for passage to San Francisco to join Star Fleet academy. He had no contact with his family for the next four years as he completed his training.
Joe was at the top of his class, graduating with Honors. He was overjoyed by his results and felt that now, at the age of 22, he was ready to reconnect with his parents. He planned to call them and ask them to attend his graduation ceremony, but a communique from Alaska came first. His parents had suffered a mechanical failure on their hover skiff and had fallen into the waters near the docks. The failure happened so suddenly that the port authorities did not have a chance to get to them before they froze to death in the waters.
Joe was crushed, never thinking that his last memory of his parents would be a screaming fight and his mother sobbing as he drove away from their Alaska home. He knew that they knew he was safe as he'd gotten several ignored communications from them at the Academy. Now that was of little consolation.
Joe never walked with his classmates during their graduation ceremony. He returned to Alaska and was sent his credentials in a nondescript package, along with notifications that he should be awaiting orders from Starfleet command.
Joe made his peace, sold his family's business to a long-time friend, and made the forty kilometer boat ride to scatter his parents ashes into the Gulf of Alaska. He only spent a couple of nights in a hotel room before word came through that he'd been assigned to the USS Ticonderoga in Orion Fleet.
Joe bounced around from ship to ship, earning his reputation and his rank until finally he was promoted to XO of the USS Einstein, a science vessel in the
Typhon Expanse, investigating the temporal rifts that occurred from time to time.
During a routine mission through the expanse looking for abnormalities, the Einstein was caught in the sudden forming of a temporal rift. The violent ripping of space time almost destroyed the Einstein, taking a large portion of the crew with it. The remaining crew, including Joe, were rescued by the USS Archer who took them back to earth.
As the incident was reviewed, and Joe and the remaining crew received some much needed post traumatic stress therapy, the Star Fleet Admiralty realized that it was Joe's quick thinking that saved what little crew was left.
Unbeknownst to anyone at first, the CO of the Einstein had sent Joe to the brig after he refused to follow an order that he swore was going to get them killed. On the way to the brig, the word came through that the bridge had been ripped open by the rift, and Joe took charge. His quick tactical thinking had been exactly what was needed to buy the Archer time to get into range to drag them out of the rift with it's tractor beam.
Once Joe was released for duty by his therapist, the Admiralty council approached him with an offer: Return to duty as the XO of another vessel, or take the center chair of the USS Antares. The decision was easy.
|Service Record||Star Fleet Academy - 2376 - 2380
USS Odin - Assistant Ops - 2380-2384 (Lt. JG)
USS Bradshaw - Chief Ops/2XO - 2384-2388 (Lt.)
USS Einstein - XO - 2388 - 2391 (Lt. Cmd)
USS Antares - CO - 2391 - Present (Cmd)