Lucas Spiegel
From USS Takeda Shingen
 Lucas Gabriel Spiegel | |
| Gender: | Male |
| Species: | Human |
| Height: | 5'10" |
| Weight: | 142lbs |
| Rank: | Lieutenant junior grade |
| Position: | Engineer |
| Born: | February 29th, 2348 New York City, Earth |
| Parents: | Fabiola Spiegel (mother) Gabriel Adam Spiegel (father) |
| Marital Status: | Divorced |
| Spouse: | Jennifer Greenshire-Spiegel (ex-wife) |
| Blood Type: | O+ |
| BBS Handle: | SpaceCowboy2071 |
Lucas Spiegel is a black haired, brown eyed, light skinned Human who is currently serving aboard the USS Takeda Shingen. A natural at hacking, engineering and alcohol acquisition, Spiegel is a people person who lacks in the finer social skills. Though outspoken and abrupt at times, he generally comes across as well intentioned.
He is addressed by his last name by people who know him, and often is confused or oblivious of those who seek his attention either by use of his first name or by attaching the title of Mr. to his last name. On occasion, Diziara will call him Greasemonkey as a manner of expressing sibling-like affection for him.
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Childhood
Born and raised in New York City, Spiegel was nurtured in an environment that developed habits that leave the rest of humanity perplexed. His ability to take up space that men twice his size are hard pressed to fill, then in the next moment slip through space a person half his size wouldn't dare try, was born of years of subway riding and crowd weaving. He does a good job of minding his own business, looking intimidating in order to avoid having to physically defend himself, and finding the cloud in every silver lining.
His mother, Fabiola, is Catholic; his father, Gabriel, is Jewish. Spiegel got the short end of the stick when Gabriel decided he couldn't handle life with Fabiola and split not long after Spiegel was born. This left Spiegel at the mercy of his mother's faith for spiritual guidance, forcefully subjected to it by way of the Catholic school that Fabiola enrolled him into. The one good thing to come of his time spent at that school was being introduced to Saint Vidicon, the saint being the only thing Spiegel retained when he finally got himself expelled from the school and freed from the wrath of the nuns. Even after leaving the school, he continued to research Saint Vidicon; when he found out that his birthday was Vidicon's feast day, he decided to dedicate himself to Engineering. This interest in Saint Vidicon has continued to manifest in his prayers to the saint when an engineering project is proving difficult, and with his rosary of resistors.
Spiegel found trouble early and often. He hacked into computer systems he shouldn't have even known about, got into arguments with teachers in class over what they were teaching, modified and "fixed" systems that weren't his, and pulled pranks as a way of learning how things worked. In a misguided attempt to keep him occupied enough to keep him out of trouble, his mother forced him to take two summers of dancing lessons. All this did was teach him some coordination and only improved his crowd weaving techniques. It also gave him an excuse to get out of the house and attempt to make some friends. As he got older, he sought out systems that would serve as more of a challenge to his hacking skills and eventually got caught with his hand in the cookie jar of Starfleet's classified files.
Not long after that, he met his first girlfriend, Skylar Lykke. Despite his dislike of thespians, he and Sky became close quickly and almost all of his free time until starting Starfleet Academy was spent with her.
Starfleet
When getting caught hacking into Starfleet's systems, he got a very lucky break. Typically Starfleet would prosecute and attempt to rehabilitate people who had committed such crimes, however when they realized it was a boy who'd only just turned 16, they instead elected to make him sign recruitment papers in order to best develop his potential. He was told that if he could pass the entrance exam for Starfleet Academy, he would have a career as an officer, but if he didn't, he would be obligated to enlisted service instead. Up until that point he didn't take school seriously, considering it little more than a waste of time, having found that he better liked self guided study to rigid classroom environment. Deciding he'd be better off as an officer, he busted his ass to bring his grades around in order to qualify to even take the Academy's entrance exam.
Once he reached the academy, he found that he quickly shot to the head of his engineering classes, but everything else he muddled his way through. It took him a little while to adjust to life outside of New York City, some of his habits that developed fast friendships there put him at odds with his peers quickly in the Academy. He eventually figured out that trading tutoring in engineering courses to non-engineering majors for help in his weak classes were the quickest way to teach him people skills. As an alcoholic beverage enthusiast, he quickly found out how close under the nose of customs he truly was, and started developing his habits that would lead to having a reputation as the go-to guy when a party needed the exotic and hard to acquire alcohol.
During the Dominion War, Spiegel made friends with a Romulan exchange officer, Vuran. They served side by side, and formed a bond uncommon to form between a Romulan and another species. As a result of this, when Vuran returned home to the Romulan Fleet, he and Spiegel stayed in contact. Before customs made it illegal again, he sent Spiegel a bottle of fine vintage Romulan Ale, such that one is hard pressed to get without the assistance of a Romulan with good family connections back on Romulus. Not long after that, he and Spiegel fell out of touch, under the claim that Vuran was retiring from the military. His young age, and the species' dedication to military service suggests that it wasn't actually retirement.
Service Record
- Graduated Starfleet Academy: June 2370
- Starbase 468: June 2370 - January 2372
- USS Rothmore: January 2372 - January 2377
- Promoted to Lieutenant junior grade: July 2375
- USS Francisco: January 2377 - January 2381
- USS Takeda Shingen: January 2381 - current
Hobbies
He keeps his alcohol stash within his pocket space, and maintains an inventory on a PADD. Over the years, he has made friends with people who have either informed him on better places and ways to acquire his alcoholic goodies, or have directly hooked him up with things he wouldn't otherwise have the ability to get his hands on. He has a bottle of Chateau Picard, as well as a bottle of good aged Romulan Ale. Most of what he has on hand, he shares freely with anyone who expresses interest. He's a little more selective who he shares the really good or rare stuff with, but even that he happily shares with those he likes. As a result of his love for rare and often times illegal alcohol, he has developed a file with the customs branch of Starfleet, and travel when not on Starfleet business is often hampered with unusual delays and extreme inspections.
The thing that landed him in Starfleet to start with, nosing around in computer systems that aren't his, he's continued to develop even though he's already gotten in trouble for it. This had lead to things like viruses to cover his tracks, surveillance programs and a familiarity with bugs that one doesn't often have outside of a syndicate or intelligence organization. Starfleet Intelligence has tried to woo him on more than one occasion, but when he continually shut down their recruitment efforts and continued to play in areas they felt he shouldn't, they finally elected to sit back and document everything they caught him doing. As he's pretty much kept it to academic exercise and controlled experiments that don't effect the security of the fleet negatively, they haven't had anything to go after him on.
He also has a mild interest in language and communication. This has manifested in his book, Terran Metaphors for the Cosmic Traveler, which without much help from him has made it to the whole of the Andorian Guard, significant parts of Starfleet Intelligence, and any number of other people who he has never met. He also is a bit of an amateur poet, and will randomly express this when the muse clobbers him over the head with a rubber mallet, and encourages him to jot down his prose in grease pencil on broken and spare parts that clutter up his pocket space. Usually after doing this, the subject of his poem receives the broken part as a memento. He never signs the prose, so unless he actually hands you the results of his unexpected shock of non-engineering creativity, you're not likely to know where it came from.
Despite being an officer himself, he usually finds officers boring and egotistical, treating the noncoms with nowhere near the right amount of respect. When he's not busy breaking some system in the name of improving it, he'll be seeking out parties on the lower decks, thanking the noncoms for their service by bringing the best alcohol he has to offer to these parties.
Relationships
Blood Relations
Fabiola Spiegel
His mother is the bane of his existence, but he loves her to death. A devout Catholic who strongly believes that everyone, who doesn't believe exactly as she does, is going to hell, thus she needs to do her best to save your soul for you. This is probably part of what drove her husband away, what with his being Jewish and therefore she had to save him from "believing the wrong thing".
While Spiegel hardly ever actually speaks to his mother, they do keep in regular communication, sending letters back and forth as time allows and excitement encourages.
Gabriel Adam Spiegel
To Spiegel, this man is little more than a genetic donor. Since he left Fabiola when Spiegel was so young, father and son never had the chance to get to know each other. Spiegel doesn't actually care though, one parent was more than enough for him to handle, and he doesn't even think about his father.
Lovers
Skylar Lykke
His meeting Sky was pure chance. Exiting the subway one day, he was stopped by a tall man who grabbed him by the elbow and started going on about how Spiegel was their great technical prophet. Quick and tense conversation established the man as part of a guerrilla street improv group, and he and his companions were seeking technical prophets. When Spiegel managed to extract himself from the group, he was tailed by a young woman who eventually introduced herself as Sky. She followed him to Annie's, and after some conversation (during half of which he hid behind his school books), he invited her to join him for their first date.
Their first date was swing dancing, where he impressed her friends with his moves and the people he knew. She was the one he lost his virginity to, and they dated until he went away to Starfleet Academy. They only broke up because she didn't like long distance relationships, and parted on good terms. When they ran into each other again a few years later, they had a bit of a fling and made better efforts to keep in touch.
Jennifer Greenshire-Spiegel
When he first heard of Jenni, the way others spoke of her gave him an ominous feeling at the base of his stomach. For some reason which he still doesn't understand and has long moved beyond hating himself for, he ignored this gut instinct and didn't dismiss her when he finally met her. She quickly aligned her sights upon him, doing what she could to spark his interest in her without being sappy about it. This involved faking interest in his war stories, comparing him to rodeo clowns and coyly flirting as she mooched booze.
When her pursuit continued even after he'd gone home at the end of his leave, he was so surprised by this that he couldn't help but be drawn in by her tactics. She encouraged a subspace "romance" and eventually coaxed him into proposing to her. Jealous of the bond between Spiegel and Sky, she managed to get him to drive a wedge between him and Sky. Between the distance between them as the wedding was planned over subspace, and Spiegel being so unused to dealing with the less honest segment of the female population, he didn't see the game she was playing him for until their wedding day.
It took six months, a series of complaints about how he should get a job that was on Earth so they could settle down to her dream ranch and that she couldn't stand living in a space ship, and her being back on earth while he was posted on a ship for half that, for him to realize he couldn't make it work. The divorce papers were served on their six month anniversary.
The divorce was messy. She was the first to admit they didn't have anything in common, but she had it in her head that being married to a man in Starfleet was the best way to settle down and retire from the rodeo circuit, so she wasn't willing to remove her claws voluntarily. It took a year for the divorce to finalize, and was lucky that there were no children to complicate matters.
Sessenthil sh'Zheshri
He met her during an undercover mission on Andor. She was their contact on the planet, and when the team was left with unexpected downtime from being snowed in, they went to a festival at her encouragement. He was caught by surprise when she drug him away from the festival to give him one of the most violent sexual encounters he has ever had in his life. Even though he couldn't sit right for a week, nor walk straight, he still found it to be an enjoyable and interesting experience.
Spiegel was left surprised when afterwards, she still simply spoke to him like a friend, but it didn't take him long to adjust to this. The two still keep in touch here and there, and he was a guest at her bonding.
Pockets
Spiegel has a reputation as the man who always has anything you need on hand; it is rumored he even has a kitchen sink in his pockets. While the rumor has never been substantiated, his reputation is well earned. Almost everything he carries with him is of his own creation, with the exception of some of the staples (ie. duct tape, hyperspanner, grease pencil) and his alcohol collection.
The thing that allows him to carry everything with him is his pockets of infinite holding. The device makes use of subspace for storage, has a bio-lock to keep customs and nosey strangers out, and can be programmed to link multiple units to the same pocket of subspace, thus giving him access to everything he keeps inside from multiple sets of pockets. His first duty assignment was on a space station, and he found himself rather bored doing little more than fixing minor systems and not making use of any of his skills he naturally had, nor had honed in the Academy. This was when he first started work on his pockets. At first, he was limited to having a separate bubble of subspace for each device he built, but over time, he came to work out how to link all the devices together as they function today. He had trouble when he originally created the devices with his need for adding pockets to his uniform, as this was a violation of dress code regulation. As his superiors came to find out that the usefulness of his pockets far outweighed any need they had for enforcing the uniform regulations, an exception to his service record was added allowing him cargo pockets on all his uniforms. He still surprises people who haven't seen the pockets in action before, when he reaches in for something and finds it deeper than expected, causing him to reach in elbow deep into a pocket that is nowhere near big enough to accommodate his whole forearm, let alone whatever he pulls out.
Things of Note Found in his Pockets
- Modified Tricorder - He took a standard Starfleet issue tricorder, increased the sensitivity, expanded the range and fine tuning controls, and added an output to connect to his goggles for better analyzing and use of the data. Its outward appearance has been modified to better suit Spiegel's very utilitarian, though city sleek, aesthetic preferences, and it also better suits covert operations, as it is not easily identifiable as Starfleet tech.
- Goggles - His goggles accept wireless or wired input from his special Tricorder, PADD or even the computers aboard a Starfleet ship, as well as collecting data via the camera that is built in. They provide him with a choice between a full display or an overlay over whatever he is viewing through them.
- Modified PADD - Beyond the standard data display and interfacing with Starfleet computers, his PADD ties into his tricorder, goggles and other devices of his creation or modification. It will automatically seek out any nearby computer with a wireless communication standard and use it to connect to larger networks if possible. Its appearance is modified like his tricorder, coming in a matte black with sharp corners and no other markings or features.
- Sonic Screwdriver - The first one he built was a reproduction of the Ninth Doctor's sonic screwdriver, but after that one was stolen by an obnoxious Vulcan from the mirror universe, he has since built a replacement that looks like the green one the Eleventh doctor used.
- Jelly Babies - For the same reason he carries the sonic screwdriver around, he carries a small wax paper bag filled with jelly candies that are shaped like human children, called Jelly Babies. A candy from Britain on Earth, they were a favored snack of two regenerations of The Doctor, as well as one of The Master's regenerations.
Meta
He is played by Amy.
