Commander Calvin 'Cal' Maraj
Name Calvin 'Cal' Maraj
Position Commanding Officer
Rank Commander
Character Information
| Gender | Male | |
| Species | Human | |
| Age | 38 |
Physical Appearance
| Height | 6' 4" | |
| Weight | 250 lbs | |
| Hair Color | Black | |
| Eye Color | Black | |
| Physical Description | Calvin carries a power-athletic frame built on disciplined training and years in the cockpit. He presents clean lines—broad through the chest and shoulders, heavy but quick on his feet—with the tidy grooming of a career officer. Most striking are the scars that map his torso: extensive tissue across the abdomen and chest from a Dominion War bridge-fire incident, which he has deliberately left unrepaired as a personal ethic about memory and consequence. His posture reads pilot even in command red—weight subtly forward, eyes tracking the room; movements economical, as if he’s always managing vectors. Uniforms sit immaculate and practical; off duty he favours fitted, functional athletic wear. There’s a quiet intensity to the way he occupies space, but when he smiles it lands easily and changes the temperature around him. |
Family
| Father | Admiral Stanley Maraj, Starfleet HQ, San Francisco Old-school Starfleet to the bone: disciplined, formal, and quietly proud of his children even when he’s refusing to show it. He prizes composure under fire and believes standards are an act of love—which is why his praise is rare and lands like a medal when it comes. Stanley and Cal sometimes clash over risk-taking and “rule-bending,” but the Admiral respects results and the protection of one’s people; he just expects those results without the theatrics. Their relationship is a steady orbit—gravitational, occasionally stormy, and ultimately unbreakable. |
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| Mother | Parbatee Maraj (ne Baksh), Nurse - San Fernando Medical Centre A nurse with a no-nonsense bedside manner and a bottomless reserve of warmth. Parbatee is the family’s conscience and calendar—remembering anniversaries, pulling people into group calls, and sending sharp little reminders to eat properly and sleep. She understands why Cal keeps his scars and quietly approves: to her, healing isn’t pretending nothing happened. When Parbatee speaks softly, the entire Maraj clan listens. |
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| Brother(s) | Sergeant Andre Maraj, Starfleet Marines The Marine of the family: direct, protective, and happiest when a plan is simple and the kit is squared away. Andre and Cal share a gym language—spotting, ribbing, pushing each other’s limits—and an unspoken pact about looking after their sister and younger brother. He teases Cal about “captain brain,” but trusts him implicitly when the room gets loud. If someone takes a shot at the Marajs, Andre is the first body in the doorway. Lieutenant Mohan Maraj, JAG officer A JAG officer with a precise mind and a talent for asking the awkward question at exactly the right time. Mohan is the family’s legal and ethical backstop; he enjoys needling Cal about procedure, then helping him find the cleanest way to achieve the messy objective. Where Andre measures twice and cuts once, Mohan drafts twice and signs once. He and Cal have a healthy debate culture that keeps both sharper. |
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| Sister(s) | Dr Seema Maraj, San Fernando Medical Centre Cal’s empathetic mirror: a clinician who brings people back to themselves with steady hands and gentle humour. Seema works at the San Fernando Medical Centre and treats “wellbeing” as a team sport—she’s the one sending Cal hydration nags and breathing techniques before big briefings. She has the family’s best read on emotion and can de-escalate a sibling row with a look. Seema is the reason Cal still pops home when he can; she makes home feel like recovery rather than retreat. |
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| Other Family | Lt. Commander Kirk Diaz (Cousin) - CSTO, USS Pembroke The family’s security brain—methodical, dry-witted, and very good at spotting the angle nobody else sees. Kirk and Cal trade gallows humour and lessons learned across subspace, occasionally drifting into friendly rivalry over who runs the tighter ship. He’s the cousin who shows up unasked with exactly the right intel packet, then shrugs like it was nothing. If the Moore ever needed a discreet favour, Kirk would find a way to make it tidy. |
Personality & Traits
| General Overview | Cal is a fairly easy going guy. He can be fiercely competitive in everything that he does, even if it doesn’t appear that way. He is passionate, loving and will fight for his people even at the expense of a reprimand from others. Always up for a good time, believes highly in socialising with others and will always be the first to buy a round. The darker side of him he keeps locked down, mostly. |
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| Strengths & Weaknesses | Strengths Cal’s greatest strength is his pilot’s brain: he reads motion, timing, and risk at a glance and turns that into crisp, workable orders. He leads people well—clear expectations, steady praise, and an instinct to shield his crew when the situation goes sideways—so teams under him tend to gel quickly and perform above their weight. He has a strong work ethic and a results focus; briefs are lean, intent is unambiguous, and he follows through. In a crisis he favours short decision loops and controlled aggression, adapting tactics without losing sight of the larger objective. Weaknesses Public challenge brings out his flint—he can bristle, push back too hard, and spend capital he doesn’t need to. He has a cavalier streak that edges into rule-bending when he’s convinced the outcome justifies it, which can strain relationships with more by-the-book colleagues. Under pressure he can over-commit to a plan he believes in and ride it too long rather than pivot early. He also carries pride like armour; when wounded, he retreats behind decisiveness and humour instead of showing the vulnerability that might diffuse a situation sooner. |
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| Quirks | Cockpit Hands: When thinking through a problem, his fingers make tiny “trim and bank” motions as if he’s flying the room. Scar Rule: Refuses dermal resurfacing; before hard calls he’ll brush the edge of a chest scar as a grounding ritual. First-Round Habit: Always buys the first round off duty and keeps a mental ledger of who needs an extra lift that week. Flight-Glove Superstition: Keeps a pair of flight gloves handy; slips them on for tricky dockings or shuttle ops—it settles his nerves and sharpens focus. |
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| Ambitions | Cal’s compass is simple: build a ship people want to serve on, deliver results that stand up to scrutiny, and earn captaincy on merit—not surname. He wants the Moore to punch above her tonnage because her crew trusts one another, not because of lucky breaks. Short term (this tour): Forge a high-trust command climate; harden small-craft readiness and docking/combat drills; turn department heads into a cohesive board who can run the ship without him for a watch. Establish crisp “three-minute briefs / ten-minute debriefs” as standard practice. Medium term (2–3 years): Produce a pipeline of officers ready for XO/second-seat across the fleet; publish a practical tactics note on translating cockpit decision-making to the bridge; earn a permanent captaincy through a record of clean ops and looked-after people. Legacy level: Have the Moore remembered as a people-first, results-sure command. Champion a mentorship programme for cadets from Trinidad & Tobago and similar worlds; be known as the CO who kept his promises and taught that scars—personal and organisational—are lessons, not liabilities. |
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| Hobbies & Interests | Cal treats fitness as discipline—most mornings start with strength and endurance work, the gym a place to reset and think. Aviation is his constant; he’ll grab helm relief, hop into shuttles or fighters, and keep stick-time sharp in the sims, often running short confidence drills for junior pilots. He enjoys coaching and mentoring, offering brief, practical tips that translate cockpit habits to the bridge. Off duty he leans into crew culture: cooking comfort food from Trinidad & Tobago—doubles, pelau, bake and saltfish—and hosting low-key mess nights when morale needs a lift. For decompression he prefers quiet holodeck environments—open-water swims and mountain trails—letting pace and breath do the mending. He’s a habitual study type, reviewing flight telemetry and after-action reports, and keeps a small notebook of manoeuvre sketches and briefing one-liners. Music fuels his rhythm—soca and calypso when he needs energy, lo-fi when he’s planning—and he’s been known to tap out a beat on a spanner if left waiting in Engineering. When it’s time to unwind, he’s happy at a table with dominos or cards, easy banter, light bets, and a standing rule that the first round’s on him. |
| Personal History | First-born to Admiral Stanley and Parbatee Maraj, Calvin grew up in San Fernando with a protective streak for his younger siblings and a taste for speed that regularly outpaced good sense. He was the one who took the blame when mischief got out of hand, and the one who pushed himself hardest at school—leaning into the most demanding subjects and any sport that tested nerve and lungs. Pride in home never left him; even now, shore leave on Earth means Trinidad first. Starfleet Academy (2366–2370) Accepted at 17, Cal treated the Academy like a proving ground and a festival in equal measure: party hard, perform harder. Instructors clocked his quick hands and quicker reads; he gravitated to advanced flight, combat tactics, and the kind of scenario drills that reward composure over bravado. An extra-credit pathway into specialised flight operations kept him in the cockpit whenever he wasn’t studying—or charming half his cohort into late-night sim sessions. Early Operations & First Battles (2370–2373) Graduation hurled him into a “floating pilot” rotation: fighters against the Maquis one week, shuttle humanitarian runs the next. He saw the sharp end of the brief Federation–Klingon conflict and flew during the first battle of Deep Space 9, learning that nerves settle when procedure does. The experience hardened his tolerance for ambiguity and sharpened his instinct for when to act decisively and when to hold a line. USS Icarus — The Fire That Stayed (2373–2379) Prometheus-class meant multi-vector assault mode and the constant hum of edge-work. Cal thrived, until the day the bridge burned. With suppression systems failing and a failsafe sealing the fire in, he muscled the doors open so the last of the bridge crew could escape. A console erupted as the captain slid past; the blast carved the scars across his chest and abdomen he refuses to erase—markers of cost, not ornaments. He kept flying, the ship and the lesson both etched in him. USS Narwhal — From Stick to Steward (2379–2384) Transferring to the Narwhal as Chief Flight Control Officer and Second Officer pulled Cal closer to the centre of ship-running. He learned to translate a pilot’s eye into department tempo: clean briefs, crisp handovers, and readiness that doesn’t depend on him being at the controls. Trust became his primary instrument, and he tuned his team to play without needing his hands on every note. Detached Duty, Psi Upsilon — Sharpening the Edge (2384) Starfleet cut him loose to the remote Academy annex at Psi Upsilon for advanced tactics, piloting and manoeuvre work. It felt—by his own admission—like summer camp for adrenaline addicts, but the learning was real: small-craft finesse, decision speed, and a catalogue of drills he still runs with junior pilots to steady hands before hard evolutions. USS Copenhagen — First Officer (Late 2384–2387) The Copenhagen gave him his first right-seat tour. Cal traded stick-and-throttle for pacing the ship—personnel rhythms, mission timing, and the thousand quiet acts that keep a crew confident. He refined a briefing style that would follow him: three minutes to set intent, ten minutes to learn from it afterward. USS Moore — First Command (2387–Present) Offered his own centre seat in 2387, Cal took the Moore with a simple aim: build a high-trust ship that punches above her tonnage. He still “flies” problems with a pilot’s economy—short decision loops, clear intent—but measures success by people first, outcomes second. The scars stay, a private ritual before hard calls; the gloves sometimes come out for a tricky docking. The captain’s job, as he tells his board, is to make sure everyone gets home able to do it again tomorrow. |
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| Service Record | 2366–2370 — Cadet, Flight Training — Starfleet Academy — Cadet 2370–2371 — Pilot (Shuttles/Fighters) — Various Operational Assignments — Ensign 2371–2373 — Pilot (Line) — Various Operational Assignments — Lieutenant (JG) 2373–2376 — Chief Flight Control Officer — USS Icarus (Prometheus-class) — Lieutenant 2376–2379 — Chief Flight Control Officer — USS Icarus (Prometheus-class) — Lieutenant Commander 2379–2384 — Chief Flight Control Officer / Second Officer — USS Narwhal — Lieutenant Commander Late 2384–2387 — Executive Officer — USS Copenhagen — Commander 2387–Present — Commanding Officer — USS Moore — Commander |
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| Awards & Decorations | 2370–2371 — Maquis Engagements Service Ribbon — Counter-insurgency flight operations 2372–2373 — Federation–Klingon Conflict Service Ribbon — Flight ops during hostilities 2373 — Deep Space 9 Defence Citation — First Battle of DS9 2373–2375 — Dominion War Campaign Ribbon (with Combat Clasp) — Active combat service 2374 — Starfleet Medal of Commendation — Lifesaving actions during USS Icarus bridge fire 2374 — Starfleet Lifesaving Medal — Extraction of trapped personnel during shipboard emergency 2375 — Meritorious Unit Citation — USS Icarus crew (Dominion War operations) 2376 — Meritorious Service Medal — Post-war reconstitution deployments; MVAM refresher leadership 2378 — Grankite Order of Tactics (Class of Excellence) — Innovative multi-vector pursuit plan 2381 — Starfleet Commendation Ribbon (with Cluster) — CFCO excellence aboard >USS Narwhal c. 2382 — Meritorious Unit Citation — USS Narwhal crew (departmental excellence/readiness) 2383 — Fleet Readiness Excellence (Unit Citation) — USS Narwhal Flight Control Division 2385 — Captain’s Letter of Commendation — Ion-storm evacuation; coordinated multi-shuttle air bridge 2386 — Starfleet Citation for Gallantry — Hot extraction under fire while XO, USS Copenhagen |