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**Vlaicone(Ted)** · 11-21-2024, 04:40 AM,

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Liberty Navy 46th Fleet
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ACCESSING FILE: KATHERINE SIMMONS

Liberty Navy 46th Fleet
Officer Dossier: Katherine Simmons
Clearance Level: Classified OF-2

Basic Information

Name: Katherine
Surname: Simmons
Gender: Female
Rank: Lieutenant Jr. Grade
Date of Entering the Fleet December 12th 834 A.S.
Date of Birth: December 31st 812 A.S.
Place of Birth: Planet Manhattan, New York System

Qualifications

Location of Navy Graduation: West Point Military Academy
Close Quarters Combat Training: Basic Course
Armed Combat Training: Basic Course
Space Combat Training: Basic Snubfighter Course
Other: Basic mechanic degree.

Biography

Born to Marcus Simmons, a metallurgical prodigy of his time, which allowed him to rise from the gutters to a very good position in society, and the saint that is Irezumi Simmons. Her parents were always seen as very proactive members of society and were respected for the work that they did. Not only for the effort they put into the work that they were assigned to do, but also the extra effort they put at their own expense; Irezumi hosting weekend classes, and Marcus putting talented kids through school while also being very active in hiring people who came from all backgrounds.

As a child, Katherine was the light of her parents eyes. Being a calm kid who never got into trouble and was happy to go to school, to read and to learn, even at some point having a kids library that nearly equaled her father's collection of books and articles. There isn't much to say about Katherine until she turned fifteen (15), but from that point onward her family’s life was about to take a turn that nobody could have ever predicted.

While being accepted into a very prestigious private school that focused on humanitarian studies, Katherine had started to become more involved in the nightlife of Manhattan, which was also about to take her to new corners of what she would describe as a paradise. Unbeknownst to her, coming from the upper echelons of life, she would make easy to pray for those with strange needs and dubious occupations that knew how to lure a kid in a trap. What started as random encounters with familiar faces to different private parties that she was attending turned into respect, protection and her starting to become somewhat of an important figure in the underground youth scene.

Her friends had very different occupations than what Katherine was doing with her life, something that made her slowly but surely start to become more and more enamored with the thrills of being on the other side of the law, while also having that safety net of being who she was. Soon enough as it happens in those cases, she wanted to do more risky activities. To chase those thrills. Katherine would also start to add other substances in her daily routine, to take the edge away and to give her a different outlook on life. At around the age of seventeen (17) she found herself as part of a smuggling crew which brought Cardamine from deep within the Omicrons right into the heart of Liberty alongside “friends” that she made during her years in the underground scene. That crew that she was part of was lead by Frank “Shiv” Johnson, a low life good-for-nothing orphan that managed to sneak into both the heart of Liberty and the heart of young and gullible Katherine, who decided that Shiv was showing her the flaws in the society that she grew in and that they were part of a righteous war, sorting the weak people from the strong and that one day the actions they were taking would lead to a new world that everybody would have equal chances and there will no longer be a need for military, for police, and that when anarchy will settle in and after the initial chaos will resign natural law will take over.

While not being the brightest person Shiv had a way with words allowing him to snake his way into the minds and hearts of those who were stupid enough to listen.

Katherine's mind and soul were clouded with uncertainty, with the spark that Shiv had planted in her. A spark that eventually turned into a flame, a rebellious flame that overwhelmed the young spirit of the girl. Her family would realize how easily they could lose their daughter, but they decided to roll with the situation and wait for the perfect moment to pull their daughter away from that world quietly.

To their surprise however, days after turning eighteen (18) Katherine returned home all bruised up and beaten, but managed to explain with very short breaths that the police had captured her and her gang, roughened them up good and were on the verge of taking them to jail. However, one of the officers recognized her by her name and realized that her mother used to teach him on the weekends. The officer then decided to believe in what little good might reside in her heart and drop her off in front of her house rather than imprison her in a cell, like her friends.

After that short story that felt like an eternity, Katherine collapsed on the floor and was passed out for the next forty-eight (48) hours, while her parents were total wrecks because of the situation.

After waking up, she demanded that her parents leave her alone, being unable to speak to anyone at the time, and she'd fall into a very dark place for a month, never sharing a word more than quick pleasantries, when she was brought food or an occasional gift with the intent to make her open up.

To everyone's surprise after one month of being almost entirely locked up in the room at the end of the hall of Simmons Manor, a whole new person emerged. Katherine Simmons was no longer that innocent child-like girl, who used to chuckle when her father would've said a sly remark or when her mother wanted to warm up to her and spend the night together like they used to do when she was little. The new Katherine Simmons was a stern lady, with a ghoulish like figure, fixed eyes and a very powerful aura. Upon seeing her daughter out of her room, Irezumi rushed to hug her, and after a very cordial hug from her daughter, she took a step back as Katherine declared that she is going to start preparing to join the navy and that she already enrolled at West Point Academy.

Upon hearing these words Marcus dropped his glass, went from radiant to sickly, stood up to say something but all he did manage to do was faint.

[CLASSIFIED - OF-8] - [Psychological Evaluation dated prior to patient joining the Navy - Doctor Horace Martin] Patient seems to have suffered a very intense emotional trauma. While the physical reports came back negative to anything serious caused by being exposed to dangerous substances and also from the alleged beatings received during her arrest, upon a closer psychological evaluation I do feel the need to attach my findings for those in the recruitment office who might find them useful.

During our one time session the patient seems to have created and alter ego which deals with her problems, but she is indeed hiding something that may be the result of underlying emotional damage suffered during her formative teenage years. While I could not give an exact situation report in regards to her conditions I do feel that she is capable of being an asset to the Navy as she seems to deal with her problems actively and also she seems to be a functional member of society.

However, she will not open up to previous events and will not share her personal opinions on them, but I do recommend she be sent back for further evaluation after her training is complete.

[CLASSIFIED - OF-8] - [Psychological Evaluation dated after the patient completed her training - Doctor Horace Martin] While we have been able to find out more about her conditions, during the time she has spend in the academy, we also have strong reasons to believe that there is underlying personality and emotional damage caused by the events that the patient has been through.

In addition, we came to the conclusion that she is going to be fit for military service and there are, as of yet, no real triggers we can find that would indicate the patient suffering from post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). During brain scans and regular discussions with the patient it was observed that some theoretical discussions seem to provoke higher brain activity than anything related do daily life. One of the most common situations that we have put the patient through was to ask her to describe what happened during the night when she was allegedly arrested, however, without going into too much detail as that would break the oath that I am under, I can clearly see that a whole different person comes into the light.

Based on the recent factors I'd like to also consider Miss Simmons a high function dual personality person, or rather a more fitting word for her condition is considered to be "split personality", as in her mind, from what we have managed to gather from our appointments, she believes about herself to have been... "reborn" I believe is the term that she used to describe it.

In a more simpler way Miss Simmons has developed a shell; on the outside being a very rough and tough opinionated girl while on the inside we can get a glimpse of a hurt and confused teenager that did not manage to fully develop.

I do still advise the admiralty to not consider this an issue as all of her score cards paint a very viable picture for the Navy. We would also like to continue to keep her under surveillance and we kindly suggest that the Navy informs us in the case that Miss Simmons manages to get more friendly and personal with any of her peers or superiors, and to give us the possibility to ask that said person some questions.

[CLASSIFIED - OF-8] - [Personal letter to the Admiralty - Lieutenant Junior Grade Katherine Simmons] Esteemed members of the Admiralty, I send this letter to your eyes and your eyes only. In the few or many words that you will see written I will try to explain my life so far, as you do deserve an explanation of the whole situation that I was made aware that you had known about, yet against better odds decided to accept me into your ranks and also promoted me in record time. For that trust I want to thank you

Now as you have seen from my biography there was a quiet period of my life and after that as I grew older, it started to stray more and more. In the beginning it was only fun and it was that rebellious fire that ached in my heart. After that I was in the new position I found myself, that of a very important persona, having all eyes on me, always having the people below me trying to warm up to me by doing all that I bid, while I was on my own road of ascension to the Manhattan underworld due to my friends, or what foolish little Kafy thought as friends.

Now I know that these children stories are not exactly the type of story you want to hear, but I want to keep on going in order to reassure you that the Katherine Simmons you have allowed in your ranks is no longer that girl from the past.

Now amongst my friend group there was one individual who stood out from the rest, a young man with a raging fire in his soul, with words that could cozy up to the ear of the most experienced man or woman across the whole wide Sirius. Such was his gift with words. So me and my friends being young and very much impressionable, we fell for his words and dedicated more than our lives to this man that will be mentioned as Shiv, and as I was saying some of us had dedicated more than just their life. They had dedicated their frailty and their future, their present and past. One of them was me.

Under Shiv we had risen to a very comfortable position in the underworld of Manhattan, to a point where we were turning more money to small-time corporations and then many powerful individuals, but all of the things we used to do for that money changed something in me. I felt for the first time that the smell of blood became the only thing I was able to smell. I never thought about the pain that I was putting on those kids and on those less fortunate people of Manhattan.

We were bringing any substance known to man on the streets of our home land and were flooding them. We never liked competition and my stupidity along side with the drive which I’ve inherited from my family made me the perfect enforcer and the best executor in that crew and at one point I do believe I actually started to like that. I was out there playing God for those who had lost Him, I was their hope and their judgement, if they were good little puppies, and it brings me so much pain to say this but as mentioned I want to paint the clear picture.

I was giving them an escape, being dreams, orange dreams, or any other tool to even for a moment leave this world. And for those that did us wrong, I used to walk them through all the rings of fire and all the levels of damnation.

However we were soon to find that by playing Gods you will eventually come face to face with reality and that we were mere kids and youngsters that had bitten way more than they could chew. Our ship was raided by the police force on a Friday night when we were all sleeping after a huge party and a huge haul of drugs that we had managed to smuggle across multiple bars and locations throughout Libertonian Space.

That raid lasted for eighteen hours (18). It was our time to walk the path we had laid for ourselves and with me being the false god of that whole operation, the face and poster baby, my own path was the worst as the police thought they were dealing with a dangerous gang leader that for years engaged in the most horrific situations. Now I still do not feel comfortable to tell you what that raid ensued, but I urge you to try and imagine. When your imagination runs out, that is where what we went through begun.

After eight (8) hours of enduring severe punishments, from the most physically demanding to the most brutal torture, I passed out and woke up when I was carried in the cargo-hold of a small fighter by a young police officer that was taking me home. Fading in and out of consciousness I found myself in front of my house's door and with all the strength I could muster I managed to get inside.

From there-on things become rather not relevant. Doctor Martin must have informed you of the result of the raid. And my one month of being catatonic and unable to mentally heal from all those events that seemed to have happened in a flash in my eyes, but in reality were hours of torture and abuse.

But where I wanted to get with this story is that when I first gathered my thoughts and managed to piece myself together I was struck by a singular idea, Navy. Looking back, I think that this must've been my subconsciousness sending me to the only place that could wash away all the fear and all the feelings of weakness, of fighting for nothing, of disappointment to myself and to my family, and the only place that in my little world that would keep me safe from all that happened.

Now I cannot oblige you to believe me that I am a changed person.

All that I can do is to ask of you to believe in me and I will show you that your trust will not be misplaced.

Signed,
Proud Lt.Junior Katherine Simmons

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