Aev Flammia

(2385 – 2393) Early Memories

Very little is known about Aev’s life before the day he was carried half-limp and feverish into a makeshift Starfleet medical clinic nestled in a Romulan refugee resettlement camp near the Neutral Zone.

It was there that Doctor T’Raiya, a half-Vulcan physician overseeing the triage rotation, looked up from her reports to see an imposing Reman standing silently in the doorway. In his arms lay a small, unconscious Romulan boy. The Reman gestured to the child and only said one word: “Aev.”

The boy’s condition was critical. Inflammation had begun spreading along his spine and brain, and the medical tricorder lit up like a christmas tree, it was viral encephalitis, advanced and likely fatal. Knowing time was not on their side, T’Raiya ordered an immediate medevac to her vessel in orbit, where a full medical team scrambled to stabilize him.

For days, it was a struggle. His vitals crashed more than once. Antivirals and anti-inflammatories were administered aggressively. T’Raiya remained at his side through the worst of it, watching this small, nameless child fight for life.

When he finally stabilized, she returned to the camp to find the Reman who had brought him in, but the man had vanished without a trace. No one had seen him. No one knew his name. The only thing he left behind was the boy, and that single word: Aev.

T’Raiya’s inquiries with local and Federation officials led nowhere. There were no records, no missing persons reports, no indication of where Aev had come from or who he belonged to. Weeks passed with no new leads. Eventually, with no relatives to claim him, the standard protocol was clear: Aev would be transferred to a planetary orphanage.

But T’Raiya couldn’t let him go.

She had grown attached to the quiet child whose life had once flickered so close to death. She also knew that, without long-term care and rehabilitation, the neurological damage he had suffered would leave lasting scars.

She contacted her husband, Captain Maxim Flammia, commanding officer of the USS Aegis and told him she intended to adopt the boy. Maxim, known to some as “Mad Max” for his fierce tenacity during the Dominion War, was skeptical at first. They had long since accepted they would never have children. T’Raiya had been rendered infertile due to a battlefield injury years earlier. But after some thought, and no small amount of soul-searching, he agreed.

Aev officially became part of the Flammia family.

When he finally regained consciousness, he was a blank slate. No memory of where he came from. No language. No coordination. His world began in a bright, sterile room, where a young speech therapist made strange faces and sounds until they began to make sense.

His days were filled with physical therapy, speech drills, and the quiet, comforting presence of T’Raiya, who had by then resigned her Starfleet commission to focus entirely on his recovery.

His adoptive father was a more distant presence at first, always coming and going on missions. Aev met him only a few times that first year. It wasn’t until 2388, when T’Raiya and Aev moved aboard the USS Aegis, that father and son truly began to interact.

At first, there was friction. Maxim didn’t quite know how to relate to a boy who barely spoke and walked with a limp. But then, one quiet afternoon, he found Aev in his quarters, clumsily kicking around his prized autographed soccer ball.

Maxim watched him for a moment, then smiled. Calcio. That was the bridge.

From that day forward, the sport became their shared language. It carried Aev through recovery, then through his education, and eventually to success. By high school, he wasn’t just playing, he was dominating. In 2390, with Maxim retired from Starfleet and now acting as Aev’s personal coach, the boy became the highest-scoring player in his league.

A year later, Aev traveled to Vulcan to spend the summer with his maternal grandfather, Solan, a stoic elder who welcomed the boy with quiet approval. Solan didn’t push logic or rigid discipline, but instead taught Aev meditation, mindfulness, and the foundations of traditional Vulcan martial arts.

When Aev returned, Maxim, recognizing the boy’s interest in hand-to-hand combat, began teaching him Brazilian jiu-jitsu. Together, they blended Earth and Vulcan disciplines, forging a path that was uniquely Aev’s.

(2394 – 2398) Starfleet Academy

Aev was among the first waves of Romulan refugees to be accepted into Starfleet Academy. Thanks to his unique upbringing, he adapted quickly to the Academy’s structured environment, embracing its order, thriving under its discipline, and forming strong bonds with his fellow cadets.

He majored in computer science while pursuing the bridge officer track, showing a natural aptitude for both strategy and systems. Outside the classroom, Aev continued to fuel his competitiveness. He joined the mixed martial arts club and played forward on the Academy’s soccer team, where his speed and precision on the field became legendary.

In his junior year, he helped lead the team to a regional championship and earned the nickname “Striker” for his goal-scoring prowess that season.

USS Yreka (2398-Present)

Aev’s athleticism and deep martial arts background made him a natural fit for a career in security. When offered his first assignment aboard the USS Yreka, he accepted without hesitation. The ship quickly became a second home, a place where his skills, discipline, and instincts were not just valued, but tested.

There was also a sense of familiarity: Captain Yang, the commanding officer, had once served as Operations Officer aboard the USS Aegis under Aev’s father, and their shared history helped smooth Aev’s transition into the crew.

It wasn’t long before Chief of Security Jeremy Savage took notice. Aev’s combat prowess, coupled with his calm, decisive thinking under pressure, made him stand out. Whether on away missions or in training simulations, he demonstrated not only raw talent, but leadership potential. After just a year and a half, he earned his first promotion to Lieutenant Junior Grade, having distinguished himself both in the field and as a reliable mentor to junior officers.

When Savage was promoted to Executive Officer, he named Aev as his successor without hesitation, recommending him for promotion to full Lieutenant and handing him the mantle of Chief Security Officer of the Yreka.