Pretty dull down here Chief. Had a lass drop in for details a coupl' days back. Just got the systems back up (Junior Constable Williams spilt one of those bloody energy drinks on the transmitter.). She seemed sincere 'nuff. Thought I'd forward it on.
- Jervis Tramston
Sergeant
Cambridge Department
Quote:1). Name: Elizabeth Stirling
2). Background:
Born to a middle-class family on Leeds in 797A.S Stirling was bought up with a mediocre, rather than exceptional education. The shock of her older brother then, upon discovering his twelve year old sister eagerly devouring his university biology text books, was understandable. How much of it the youngster understood is debatable, though that wasn't enough to stop her mother bragging about 'where it began' to anyone who'd listen. Elizabeth, Liz to her friends (which there never seemed to be any shortage of), was never keen to stay on the planet of her birth; writing it off as 'Homely, but an industrial cesspool. And the smell...'
Pursuing her High School studies with commendable vigour, seventeen year old Elizabeth Stirling secured a Universal-funded scholarship, avoiding the nasty question of who was going to pay for the girl, four days after graduation. The scholarship however; dictated that Liz attend First Settlement University on Denver. There was only a moment's hesitation before pen flashed over paper.
It was what passed for a sunny day on Leeds when Elizabeth left behind her family. Of course there would be the neural net, but it was never quite the same. Absent from the family assembled to bid a tearful farewell to their daughter (Despite the innumerable, "I'll write" and "Love you too's exchanged.) was her older brother, who's books had so sparked her interest in the first place. Gregory Stirling's studies into ecology had changed him somewhat, and he disappeared into Edinburgh a year before Elizabeth's graduation. Aside from the odd email claiming they'd wrecked the environment; Greg had cut himself off from the rest of the Stirling family.
Two years into her general medical degree and working part time for Universal shipping, the pressure had become too much. Following an evacuation run to Leeds where the Mastadon Elizabeth was working abord was assailed by none other then Eva McDowell, the woman knew that it was time to come home, at least for a while. Transferring her studies to Cambridge was the easy part. Convincing Universal to waive her five year minimum employment contract, somewhat less so. Regardless; with the assistance of friends in the Legal department, she pulled it off (Albeit at cost of a rather annoying advertising campaign showcasing Universal's generosity.)
With her family out of work awaiting evacuation on Leeds and her own funds running low, it was time to find work before studies started again. After all, Cambridge was lovely, but it was far from cheap. For a person not disinclined to community work the BPA seemed the natural, if not easy, choice. She submitted an application via the Cambridge Office, a tiny, crowded building smelling more of tobacco and less of tea, a little over a week after arriving.
Often aloof around those she's unfamiliar with, Elizabeth can be difficult to befriend. If one puts in the effort however; they'll find her a worthwhile, loyal companion. It's getting there that's the difficulty. Despite her intelligence, she often forgets the most rudimentry details and tends to assign nicknames to any and everything to compensate. On one occasion, while giving a room mate flying tips, she referred to her Starflier's control column as 'that doohicky thing' so many times that the name stuck and has since become something of an in-joke among them.
3). Do you have any ambitions within the BPA after you join?
Sure. This goes directly to the Chief, doesn't it? Your job'll do.
Really; I'm just glad to be home. A posting to Leeds would be acceptable. I've got some medical training, so I suppose I could help treat BAF casualties if the need arose. 4). If you could have any pet in the world what would it be? (Be creative!)
Well, I'm not really an animal person. At a stretch I'd say an Eagle. Something I could let go.
