Name: Alenis Fuliar (please note that Alenis is the characters last name and Fullar is his first name.)<br/>Age: 30<br/>Race:Bajorin<br/>Role/Rank: Star Fleet Intelligence/Operations Lieutenant<br/>Location: Personal Quarters<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i997.photobucket.com/albums/af91/charlesott1982/292px-Bareil_Antos_2371.jpg)</div><br/>Fullar had worked the Gamma shift the night before, it was the all night shift, everyone, himself included was required to do some overnight duty. It would be like this for the next several weeks for him. Then the schedule would rotate, but he didn't mind, he found the night time hours better suited to some of his other priorities. He was able to get away with double tasking some jobs, that he would not have been able to otherwise. Fullar was laying in bed, the empty space in it bothered him, though it wasn't always empty.<br/><br/>Fullar tossed and turned, his mind a swirl of images, dreaming, as long as Fullar had known, dreams were as important to him as food. His paternal Grandmother had taught him how to interpret dreams. Though he'd never had one like this before, he'd had it for weeks now and continued to have it, not understanding why.<br/><br/>He was back home on Bajor, they were in an upscale neighborhood of the capitol city there, his childhood home and that of his cousin Mayleen Alenis, she was five years younger than he was. Fullar was  thirty, and she was twenty five. It was not unusual for Starfleet family members to serve on the same ship, what was unusual was for one of them to be in direct command over the other. Except in extreme situations, this was not allowed or permitted, most obvious reasons cited conflict of interests.<br/><br/>But Fullar had gotten his way, he was good at that, and having a good deal of leverage never hurt anyone. In the neighborhood where he'd grown up under the occupation. As he was old enough to remember the last vestiges of it, Fullar stood in a field behind the house, it was set atop a gently sloping hill with a large creek running along the edge of it's boundary, before winding it's way north and into more remote areas of the countryside. The day is beautiful, the sky is crystal clear and the sun is shining and giving it's light and blessing.<br/><br/>Light also radiaits from her, it seems to pour forth from her body, as well as being absorbed in it, her straight red hair, a trait from her human side blows in the wind. His eyes scan her face, her smile, the look in her eyes, she wares nothing but a very thin night gown that shows off her seusious breasts. Fullar is very clearly aroused by this, once she'd come of proper age, he'd allowed himself fantasy after fantasy about her, about Mayleen his cousin.<br/><br/>Had the dream just been a continuation of his fantasies, where he made passionate love to her in the field, or even in the creek, it would not have bothered him so much. What did bother him was how his dream seemed to turn on him, as suddenly the the forest around him begins to burn, the sky is filled with smoke and ash. One can smell the burning of flesh, Mayleen is gone from where she was, and when he turned to view the captiol city. It its nothing more than ashes and fires as far as the eye can see, even the home in which he grew up is rubble.<br/><br/>Suddenly there is only darkness, and then  some dim ray of light, he assumes from her is revealed, Mayleen, he moves to her but there is the cackle and laughter of the Cardassians and he's held back by two of them. In his dream he struggles, and in his dream it never stops, he never stops struggling against them, to free himself of them, even long after others would have grown tired. As he strains he can hear her own cries in the dream, and he can hear the laughter of the Cardassian guard as he strips Mayleen of her clothing and then proceeds to penetrate her against her will.<br/><br/>The eco of her cries remain with him, his eyes open, and he sits up in his bed, heart pounding, he looks around, but he hates it. An un-natural anger rises up in him, and Fullar is unable to sleep now. Fuller gets out of bed, asking the ship what the current time was, at least he'd gotten about four hours of sleep after his shift had been over. It would have to do, still in his silk pajamas Fullar walks from his bedroom to the door and then into the central living quarters. There is a small area with a half circular desk in one corner of his room, he sits at it. There are numerous pads across it, each in it's own pile according to subject matter and alphabetized.<br/><br/>Fullar picked up the one he'd taken with him last night and been reading when he had a chance, it was labeled<strong>Psychic Opp-orations</strong>Rubbing the bridge of his nose, his ridges tingling as he did so he began to read the file. The file covered a bit of history of psychological warfare, it's uses and studies. One such study that caught his mind was about Physic Module that had been installed aboard the ship, there were claims for it and against it. Fullar looked at some accompanying notes and groaned, orders from Intelligence was to ascertain for certain if this device even worked.<br/><br/>One thing was not clear, as he looked through the notes, there was an obvious lack of information, for starters, there was no schematic on the module, no list of placement or links to the module either and where it was used on the ship. In general briefings such as this, this information was common sense, and he started to wonder if perhaps he was being played with or not. Fullar accessed the notes file on the pad, copied an pasted a few things and began working on an outline for his notes, and a few ideas he had about it.