Trelan Drukkar

Father--Dubrin was born on a small farm in the valley of Lenar Province to Trelan Gres and Trelan Yani. He had been two years old when the Cardassians took Bajor, and his father and mother had taken him and sought refuge with a friend of Gres’, Restar Ren. Months later, Dubrin’s parents had been killed in a raid, and Ren took it upon himself to raise Dubrin.

When Dubrin was sixteen, he had been part of a scouting party, trying to locate a missing member of their cell, when the Cardassians caught him. He was placed in a concentration camp, where he spent several long years laboring and mining the precious ore that the Cardassians wanted.

Two weeks after Dubrin had turned twenty, a small group of soldiers had brought more prisoners into the camp. One of them caught his eye. She was a young woman with long, flowing brown hair and green eyes. Her face looked weathered, her body frail and thin, as if she had been traipsing through the woods for several months without food. He waited for them to be processed, and then had taken her into the living quarters, if you could call the small room they slept in that, and had given her the food that he had stashed for later use. He had asked her name, and she told him...Strao Azini.

Every night Dubrin would tell stories of long gone poets, musicians, and artists. He would talk of the way it use to be, each person a member of a different caste, or Dajarra, following the ways of the parents before them. Azini had been enthralled by these stories, and Dubrin had continued to tell them.

Five years later, Azini was taken from the camp. Dubrin asked everyone he knew where they had taken her, but no one could tell him. His heart had been broken, and when he was ready to give up on life, a band of resistance fighters broke into the camp, freeing several of the prisoners, including Dubrin.

He returned to the valley in Lenar that housed the Restar Resistance Cell, ran by his mentor and friend, Restar Ren. He had told him of Azini, and how she had touched his life. He had also told him that she had fallen in love with her, but all had been lost when they took her away. Ren told him not to worry, that they would find her someday, but at present they had to remember all that they were trying to accomplish. He accepted that, and continued fighting.

Two years later, Ren had devised a plan to infiltrate the space station high above and free some of the laborers the Cardassians held there. Dubrin was to lead the team. After sneaking on board a Cardassian freighter and getting to the station, he had made the decision to stay in the lower levels, where most of the prisoners were held, but very few guards stayed.

An hour later, a group of laborers were being escorted by two soldiers. They walked right past the hidden men, and after they had, had been attacked from behind. Before they could set off any alarms, the resistance members subdued and eliminated them. Dubrin looked up at the newly liberated prisoners, just to see the one woman he had been searching for...Azini.

Without waiting any longer, the group made their way back to the cargo bay and re-boarded the freighter. Dubrin sat by Azini on the way back to the planet. The silence between them was deafening, so Dubrin took that moment to ask Azini to marry him...and she accepted. After they had returned to the camp, they were wed.

Fours years later, Dubrin had joined Restar in an attack on a nearby Cardassian encampment, when a sentry had spotted one of the members of the team and sounded the alarm. He looked up just in time to see Ren clear the treeline before he had been tossed to the ground by one of the soldiers. Within a few hours, they were on board a scout ship headed for Tarok Nor.

Dubrin spent the remaining time of the Occupation on the station, processing ore and running errands for any soldier that grabbed him by the collar. He despised the alien invaders, and, on several occasions, was almost killed for his outspoken opinion. But the administrator of the facility, a Gul by the name of Dukat, had taken a liking to his form of defiance and had ordered him not to be excessively harmed.

Several years later, the Occupation of Bajor ended and the Cardassian forces withdrew from the station, leaving it an empty hulk in space with minimal systems running. Once the Federation arrived, Dubrin found a way back to the planet, and began his trek home...back to his wife and son.

He found a young man fishing by a stream, unbeknownst to him that it was actually Drukkar. After a brief conversation, Drukkar took him to meet his mother, who was overjoyingly shocked to see her husband alive. Within days, Dubrin had helped Ren in finishing a home for Azini and his child to live in. A few years later, his life would change once more.

The day Drukkar came to him telling of his enlistment into Starfleet Academy, Dubrin’s anger reared its head once more. Dubrin hated the fact that Starfleet was present on Bajor...they had no right being there, as far as he was concerned. To him, Bajor did not need the Federation. The Provisional Government was handing Bajor over from one oppressor to another. He told Drukkar that if he left, he could not return home. He never spoke to Drukkar again.

A few years later, Dubrin was in bed, taking a nap after working in the fields all morning, while Azini was out tending her flowers. A deafening explosion rocked the ground beneath her feet. As she ran toward the house, she had seen where it had came from. Someone had planted a low frequency matter/antimatter bomb in the house, and it exploded, killing Dubrin and shattering the house. Who planted it and why have never been discovered.


Mother--Azini was born to Strao Huni and Strao Inara in Morst Province, on the southern most continent of Bajor. It was the beginning of the Cardassian Occupation, hence an early childhood plagued with fighting, laying traps, and worrying whether you or someone you love would die. It was not easy, and the circumstances surrounding every decision grave, but she took on all responsibilities set to her with a grand stance.

By the age of 18, Azini had decided that she would leave Morst Province. Her father, knowing that she had grown weary of the war, as most had, had told her that it was her decision, yet he preferred her to stay with them so he could protect her. “I cannot stay,” she told him. “I need to find some semblance of a normal life.”

“A normal life? In a planet ravaged by war!? As much as I love you, my child, you will never find what you seek. But may the Prophets be with you and keep you safe, for I cannot keep you against your will.” As these words spouted from Huni’s lips, tears streaked his face, and Inara‘s sobs could be heard echoing throughout the canyon. And on those final words, Azini had set out on her own.

Several months later, after dodging Cardassian troops, camps set to snag wanderers, and predators that roamed the planet after nightfall, Azini had ultimately been captured and sent to a Bajoran concentration camp on the outskirts of Lenar Province. That was where she met a man by the name of Trelan Dubrin.

She found peace in the stories that he told of a time long ago, when one’s Dajarra determined the path that his or her life would take. The camp was filled with poets, who filled the air with lines of hope and faith...musicians, who played mild, soft sonnets that helped the prisoners fall into darkness at night...artists, who looked at every labored task as a piece of work waiting to be discovered...and politicians, who tried, to no avail, to use diplomacy with the invaders of their world to free themselves.

After five years of mining ore, caring for the needs of her captors, and being a pawn of pleasure, she had been sent to Tarok Nor, the Cardassian-built space station that orbited Bajor. While there, she had done all that she could to stay alive. She followed every instruction, while every night listening to the others speak of revolt. Though every time they tried, the station would go into a complete lockdown, and those involved would be killed.

Two years later, while walking through the bowels of the station with a workforce, a familiar face appeared in her view. A small band of resistance fighters had made their way on board a Cardassian freighter and had gone to the station in an attempt to free those that they could. Their leader was Trelan Dubrin.

Killing the two guards that had been escorting the prisoners, the fighters and those liberated by them had immediately set to getting to the freighter before it’s return to Bajor. They were well on their way to the planet’s surface before the bodies of the dead Cardassians were found.

After returning to Lenar Province, Azini and Dubrin were wed, each knowing that the Prophets had destined them to be together. It was there in the Restar Resistance Cell that they had had a son, Drukkar.

Tragedy struck four years later, when, after going to hit a Cardassian camp, Dubrin and the rest of the fighters who went with him were captured and sent to Tarok Nor. The only person who escaped was Restar Ren, who had to return to camp and deliver the news.

Azini was devastated, yet continued to raise Drukkar in the only way she knew. She taught him about the old ways, as Dubrin had taught her. She told him of her family’s history, of the fight that continued to keep their race from prospering, and of his father.

The years had passed quickly for Azini, and once the Cardassians had left, the members of the resistance had returned to their homes and lands to continue their lives, though changed as they may be. Word had spread that Bajor had applied for membership in the Federation of Planets, an organization of several planets and species with one common goal: peace and exploration.

Azini had given up hope that her husband was still alive when he reappeared in Lenar Province. She had been overjoyed, and was content to return to a life with Dubrin, he family now whole once again.

Life had continued at a normal pace for Azini, until one day Drukkar revealed that he had applied for Starfleet Academy. Azini had accepted his decision, but Dubrin had not. Once Drukkar had left, the two elder Trelans continued their life together, neither of them saying another word of their son in the presence of the other.

Azini’s life came crashing down years later, when a bomb placed in their home had killed Dubrin. It was never revealed who had set the bomb, or the reason why.

Azini continued to live in Lenar Province with her close friends, Restar Onan and his wife, Alina. When the Restars began having children, Azini moved back to the farm, rebuilding it with the help of a few others. Another member of the Restar Resistance Cell, Ren Inara, moved in with Azini to help her with the daily chores.

Many years later, Azini was struck down by a weakness in her heart. The Trelan Farm is still standing, waiting for the day for Drukkar to return.

Drukkar--Drukkar was born in the mountain cave in Lenar Province that housed the Restar Resistance Cell. He had been the pride and joy of his parents, and had grown to be very active. His mother had done everything she could to keep him from the growing hatred that his father festered for the Cardassians. She had hoped that the occupation of her world would end before Drukkar could remember the horrors of the war.

When Drukkar was four, he lost his father, not knowing why or where they had taken him. He had been too young to understand. But as he grew older, the reasons and explanations for the abhorrence of the alien invaders on his world became clear. He would often sit outside the cavern that many of the members met in to discuss tactics and ambushes, listening and taking it all to memory.

Two months after his fourteenth birthday, Drukkar was astonished to meet his father. Dubrin had returned from Tarok Nor, and was enthusiastic to resume his life with his family. Unknown to Dubrin, Drukkar had been studying and researching Starfleet and the Federation of Planets.

On the day before his seventeenth birthday, he went to his father and told him of his enlistment to Starfleet Academy. Dubrin was enraged. He told Drukkar that he could never return home once he left, but that did not sway Drukkar in his decision. He left the next day.

While in the Academy, Drukkar dwelled into his studies, accelerating in the Sciences. It was in his first year that he had met Charles Fabian, a Terran from Australia. Fabian had taken up Engineering Mechanics, and did his best to try to get Drukkar to change specialties. Instead, Drukkar decided to make it an addition to his learning experience, keeping him even busier with school, and thinking less of home. Charles and Drukkar became close friends, and had hoped to be stationed on the same assignment together. After graduation, they had been sent to different assignments...Trelan to the Vesuvius, a Galaxy-class vessel, as Science Officer...and Fabian to the Albatani, a Nebula-class, as Engineering Officer. They still stay in close touch with each other.

Upon the death of his father, Drukkar returned home to lend comfort to his mother. He had been shaken horribly by the news. He stayed on Bajor for quite sometime before returning to the Vesuvius and resuming his duties.

Drukkar returned with a new sense of purpose. His father had spurred him for joining Starfleet. His father was gone. But he still felt an overwhelming need to prove that he could be one of the finest in the fleet. He quickly moved up to take the Chief position when Starfleet removed Captain Alar from the command chair, thus, his chief being promoted to First Officer and the Chief Medical Officer taking over the role of Captain. A year later, he had made it from Ensign to Lieutenant.

Drukkar always placed his work first, yet he was feeling isolated…alone. He had his friends, but he knew his life needed something more. There was only one woman that peaked his interest, that understood him, and knew what the life of a scientist and Starfleet officer could bring. That didn’t deter either one of them. One night, during an intimate dinner, Drukkar confessed his love to her. Her first reaction was shock, and then joyfulness. She had felt the same, but had refused to admit it due to her position on board. That woman was Captain Xenobia Royce.

It was only a few months later that Drukkar’s life would take a terrible turn. Xenobia had succumbed to a severe viral infection known as DTS. It activated her 13th chromosome, inherent in all Trills, and essentially prevented her brain and the symbiont inside her to receive nutrients. For all intents and purposes, Xenobia Royce was dead. Unknown to Drukkar, however, the Chief Medical Officer, Lon Delar, performed a mind-meld with her, saving her “soul”, so to speak, until he could revive her body. This tactic proved successful.

Shortly thereafter, on stardate 10108.21, Drukkar received the Starfleet Legion of Honor Medal for his success in creating a cure for the blight infecting the Yxarta grain on Polanus II. On the same stardate, he was promoted to Lieutenant Commander and Second Officer.

On Stardate 10205.15, Drukkar received the Starfleet Medal of Valor for critical judgments under extreme duress, as well as a promotion to Commander for exemplary conduct. On stardate 10210.22, he was wed to Xenobia. However, this wedding was disrupted by a man from her past; Benjamin Zonar. He abducted Xenobia, replacing her with a clone, and escaped with her to an unknown destination. Xenobia was able to free herself and returned to the Vesuvius to find out that there was a clone of herself in command of her ship. The clone continues her service to Starfleet as Captain X'nobia Royce. On stardate 10301.02, Xenobia and Drukkar were at last wed. He continued to serve on board the USS Vesuvius as Chief Science Officer and Second Officer until stardate 10301.04, when he was promoted to Captain and transferred to the USS Pharaoh. He currently serves as her commanding officer.