<strong>Name:</strong>Sunrise "Sunny" Lewis<br/><br/><strong>Position:</strong>Tactical Officer (or Marine...?  Not sure how you have this set up exactly)<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong>Chronologically 15, artifically aged in maturation chamber to her late 20's.<br/><br/><strong>Species:</strong>Reformed Borg, genetic mutt.<br/><br/><strong>Sex:</strong>Female<br/><br/><strong>Concept:</strong>Hugh never realized the full ramifications of his separation from the Borg Collective.  His home ship was only just the beginning.  The whole vessel getting separated from the collective forced the entire group to descend into chaos.  Their own individuality forced upon a bunch of children with absolutely no guidance.  Dozens if not hundreds were killed in the process as their entire world came crashing down both figuratively and literally.<br/><br/>In the coming months all things would be left entirely to chance.  A new influence in the form of a positronic android took control of the hapless group.  Lore effortlessly manipulated the entire lot and gave them guidance in the void left beind by the lack of the collective's input.  Or upon a peaceful resolution the kind of unpredictability of the life his small community would have when finally left to their own devices.<br/><br/>It wasn't his fellow Borg.  Most of them were incapable of thinking beyond their simplest needs; even that was questionable for some who could barely make it that far without getting their hands held.  It was the nature of their bodies when left unsupervised that would ultimately prove unpredictable.<br/><br/>When their bodies were properly discarded the nanoprobes went to work.  When the remains of the deceased borg--primarily due to Lore's experiments--were gathered into something resembling a graveyard the unnatural process of reproduction began.  Compatible genetic samples were gathered and using available resources the maturation chambers were built.<br/><br/>The chambers were found only by accident near the end of their cycle.  The first batch of new borns--now physically well into their teens-- stepping out of their chambers completely alienated by the collective and greeted by the most ill prepared and unlikely parents in the quadrant.  The children were as much the teachers as the adults.<br/><br/>Sunrise having been among the first was named rather accurately after time of day that she was found.  She grew up listening to all of Hugh's stories.  Or the few drones that had memories of their previous life among the collective.  Stories of ships soaring across the cosmos, and the crew of the starship Enterprise.  These stories had become virtually the same thing as bed time stories to Sunny.<br/><br/>Sunny was determined to leave.  Throughout the years she continued to pick at the brains of other drones for all the information she could gather about the technology that sustained their small colony.  All the while the small vessel continued being built.  Little mroe than a shuttle it lacked even a conventional warp drive.  Instead it only carried enough open the sub space conduit between the edge of this solar system and Federation space nearly sixty five lightyears away where she was capable of sending the appropriate distress calls.<br/><br/>Finally picked up it still took several months to make her way into Federation custody where she enrolled in Starfleet academy.  She chose her own surname from a list of common Earth-based names that she felt compliment her given name and started her new life.<br/><br/>(http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r210/pseudoweapon/Female/Brown/future5_zps3cc103e1.png) (http://s145.photobucket.com/user/pseudoweapon/media/Female/Brown/future5_zps3cc103e1.png.html)