Here's my stab at it.

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[center][b][u][color=white][h2] Pomona [/h2][/color][/u][/b][/center]
[indent][color=A1A1A1][b] "Pomona" was the Roman goddess of fruitful abundance and plenty. The name was chosen for the large amount of resources (minerals and ores) found on the planet. [/b][/color][/indent]
[b][u][color=white]Parent Star[/color][/u][/b]
[indent][color=A1A1A1][b] Wolf 1061 [/b][/color][/indent]
[b][u][color=white]Planetary Characteristics[/color][/u][/b]
[indent][color=A1A1A1][b] Catalogue Name: [url=https://science.nasa.gov/exoplanet-catalog/wolf-1061-c/]Wolf 1061c[/url] [/b][/color][/indent][indent][color=A1A1A1][b] Distance from Sol: 14,1 ly [/b][/color][/indent][indent][color=A1A1A1][b] Mass: 3,41 Earth Masses [/b][/color][/indent][indent][color=A1A1A1][b] Orbital Period: 17,9 days [/b][/color][/indent][indent][color=A1A1A1][b] Mean Orbital distance: 0,089 AU [/b][/color][/indent][indent][color=A1A1A1][b] Day Length: N/A (tidally locked) [/b][/color][/indent][indent][color=A1A1A1][b] Orbit Shape: Circular, mildly eccentric [/b][/color][/indent][indent][color=A1A1A1][b] Gravitational Acceleration: 13,08 m/s[sup]2[/sup] [/b][/color][/indent]
[b][u][color=white]Brief History[/color][/u][/b]
[indent][color=A1A1A1][b] Pomona began its life as a mining settlement in 2162, its natural wealth a key part in rebuilding after World War 3. Despite net being particularly far from Sol by astronomical standards, Pomona has always kept to itself and the Federation was happy to let them as long as the exports kept coming in, the planet not being a particularly enticing place for people to move to from elsewhere. [/b][/color][/indent]
[b][u][color=white]Industry and Role in the Federation[/color][/u][/b]
[indent][color=A1A1A1][b] Pomona remains an exporter of raw materials and industrial products such as metal castings and heavy machinery. Since the planet offers both extreme heat, extreme cold and sprawling underground tunnel systems, Pomona also hosts numerous training facilities for military and emergency personnel. Tourism is virtually nonexistent, the only notable destination being the preserved wreck of the ECS Ausdauer, the ship that settled Pomona before crashing on the cold side in 2171 due suffering a propellant feed failure during a maneuver that took it low enough for aerobraking to bring the ship down. [/b][/color][/indent]
[b][u][color=white]Population and Society[/color][/u][/b]
[indent][color=A1A1A1][b] Pomona houses a population of roughly four billion, most employed in mining, refineries, heavy industry manufacturing and cargo hauling. Most of the population centers are subterranean to allow comfortable habitation despite the surface temperatures, with surface settlements dotted around the terminator line where air temperatures are more favorable, and launch and landing pads on the cold side to avoid the terminator line's turbulent weather caused by the meeting of hot and cold air from each side. [/b][/color][/indent][indent][color=A1A1A1][b] Due to mostly living underground, personal space is sacred to Pomonans. Thalassophobia and agoraphobia triggered by open spaces is not uncommon among the population, many of whom who never venture "topside." The language also reflects this, with most weather-related phrases (such as "hate to rain on your parade" or calling someone "sunshine") disappearing entirely while many mining or geology-based ones appeared. [/b][/color][/indent][indent][color=A1A1A1][b] Pomona has never been a popular place for people to move to or even visit, making most Pomonans a self-sufficient crowd, proud of being able to thrive on their "big-little shithole" and still provide crucial materials to the Federation. [/b][/color][/indent]
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[hider=Chief Helmsman]
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[b][u][color=white][h2] Astrid Weiss [/h2][/color][/u][/b][/center]
[b][u][color=white]Gender[/color][/u][/b]
[indent][color=A1A1A1][b] Female [/b][/color][/indent]
[b][u][color=white]Age[/color][/u][/b]
[indent][color=A1A1A1][b] 30 (Born 21/11/2160) [/b][/color][/indent]
[b][u][color=white]Appearance[/color][/u][/b]
[indent][color=A1A1A1][b] Astrid is a pale-skinned woman with blue-gray eyes and sporting shoulder-length dark brown hair usually worn in a regulation-compliant bun when on duty and however she rolled out of her bunk when not. Being a heavyworlder, Astrid is shorter than an Earthborn human standing at 157 cm (5'2"), with a more muscular build to cope with Pomona's heavier gravitational pull that requires a modified strength training routine to maintain over long periods of time spent in a 1 g environment. [/b][/color][/indent][indent][color=A1A1A1][b] She bears a few scars on the left side of her face from what she charitably calls a "workplace accident." The damaged nerve endings cause a tic when she gets agitated or nervous. The same accident also cost Astrid her left arm, replaced with a cybernetic one at the shoulder, painted bright orange with a full sleeve artwork of various air and space craft Astrid has flown throughout her life. [/b][/color][/indent][indent][color=A1A1A1][b] She speaks quickly with a clear, level voice (Calling her "Bitching Betty" due to the similarity is ill advised). [/b][/color][/indent]
[b][u][color=white]Personality[/color][/u][/b]
[indent][color=A1A1A1][b] Astrid is among the lucky few who were able to turn their hobby into a job without it feeling like a job, and it shows both in the good and bad. She's a perfectionist behind the stick or a similar equivalent, demanding only the best from both herself and her subordinates and sparing no effort to ensure they are trained to do exactly that, displaying unusual amounts of patience in doing so. But God help anyone who tries to tell her how to do her job without actual experience. Listening to lectures by First Assignment Instructor Pilots at the academy was a physically painful experience. [/b][/color][/indent][indent][color=A1A1A1][b] Off duty, she is a typical fighter pilot - laid-back, confident (Comparisons to Ikaros are likewise received unfavorably), with a distinctly Pomonan streak - a staunch patriot ready to spring to her homeworld's defense at the slightest insult from outside - only Pomonans get to seriously shittalk Pomona - and perhaps a bit too honest when decorum allows. She jumped at the chance to serve aboard a Pathfinder-class out of curiosity and the promise of deep space, but isn't exactly what one would call "diplomatic" - if aliens want to come along and help, good for everyone involved. But humanity is always first in her eyes. [/b][/color][/indent]
[b][u][color=white]Role[/color][/u][/b]
[indent][color=A1A1A1][b] As the Arcadian's Chief Helmsman, her primary duties include: [/b][/color][/indent][indent][color=A1A1A1][b] - STL navigation and flight. [/b][/color][/indent][indent][color=A1A1A1][b] - FTL navigation. [/b][/color][/indent][indent][color=A1A1A1][b] - Overseeing and training members of her department, as well as cross-trainees from other departments. [/b][/color][/indent][indent][color=A1A1A1][b] - Coordinating with the Engineering Department regarding the state and maintenance of the ship. [/b][/color][/indent][indent][color=A1A1A1][b] - Astrid also doubles up as one of Arcadian's Ranger pilots. [/b][/color][/indent]
[b][u][color=white]Skills[/color][/u][/b]
[indent][color=A1A1A1][b] - Atmospheric & Exoatmospheric flight and navigation: Whether you need to get from one side of the star system to the other as fast or as economically as you can, fly through a mountain valley to avoid detection or explain in detail why some maneuver is stupid and no pilot worth their license would try it, Astrid is a solid choice for the job. She also maintains an up-to-date Ranger-class combat flight certification. [/b][/color][/indent][indent][color=A1A1A1][b] - Survival training: Part and parcel for a military pilot, though she'd still need to rely on xenobiology/xenobotany experts to determine what is and isn't edible in an alien ecosystem and Marines for combat beyond basic self defense. [/b][/color][/indent][indent][color=A1A1A1][b] - Basic Technical Education: Though by no means an engineer, Astrid has a general understanding of sublight propulsion, navigation equipment and sensors of both the Pathfinder and Ranger-class craft. [/b][/color][/indent][indent][color=A1A1A1][b] - EVA Operations: As part of training for the possibility of having to eject in space or recovering those who had to do it, Astrid knows her way around space suits and how to safely work with them. [/b][/color][/indent]
[b][u][color=white]Personal Belongings/Equipment[/color][/u][/b]
[indent][color=A1A1A1][b] - USF service pistol (coilgun variant). [/b][/color][/indent][indent][color=A1A1A1][b] - Spare arm (Painted to resemble a natural one to also be usable where her main prosthetic's aesthetic would conflict with regulations.) [/b][/color][/indent]
[b][u][color=white]Background[/color][/u][/b]
[indent][color=A1A1A1][b] As the sole child of a World War 3 veteran pilot and a geologist, Astrid was exposed to aerospace flight since an early age, both in theory on account of her father and in practice when her family moved to the newly established colony of Pomona where her mother got a job as a prospector. She knew early on what she wanted to do in life, obtaining a General Aviation license at 15 and enrolling in a USF military academy on Mars straight out of high school. By any metric, she was an average student in the classroom, but sat firmly in the top three whenever she was in the flight seat. The number of times she’s been shouted up for running her mouth and other small transgressions was likewise impressive. Her scores were enough to keep that from being a significant problem, and in 2183, she graduated into active service as a fighter pilot, flying the callsign "Wildfire" due to tipping over the grill and setting herself on fire during a squadron cookout. [/b][/color][/indent][indent][color=A1A1A1][b] But peacetime was boring for the newly-minted Flight Lieutenant, so she took every extra course she could. Fighter Weapons School? Of course. Transorbital flight? Why not? Advanced weapons qualification? Hell yes! It was a combination of her practical flight skills, broad additional qualifications and her "Eh, life happens." attitude that opened the door to a more exotic assignment, becoming a test pilot in 2186. [/b][/color][/indent][indent][color=A1A1A1][b] Astrid's career took a sharp turn in late 2187, when during a test flight of a heavy fighter equipped with new type of engines, the number two engine decided to change careers and become a grenade instead. Astrid had made one critical mistake then: Instead of ejecting immediately, she tried to save the prototype, not realizing the extent of the damage reached beyond just the machine. She managed to coax the crippled craft onto final approach, but it was during the landing attempt that she discovered that some shrapnel from the failed engine had torn through the cockpit and her left arm - the one that controlled the throttles and thrust reversers - which she hadn't noticed before due to the shock and freezing cold numbing it. This late realization meant she'd come in too fast and instead of a competent emergency landing, she slammed the fighter into the runway with all the grace of a dropped brick to get it down in time. [/b][/color][/indent][indent][color=A1A1A1][b] Astrid woke up in a hospital without the injured arm and with bandages across her face, as a part of the safety harness snapped during the crash and her helmet struck the instrument panel, shattering the visor. Although she recovered, she was not medically cleared to return to flying fighters again. She instead thought it might be a good time to change direction and learn something new and made a transfer to capital ships, serving aboard a light cruiser on extended patrol duty before being picked for the Arcadian. [/b][/color][/indent]
[b][u][color=white]Miscellaneous[/color][/u][/b]
[indent][color=A1A1A1][b] - Astrid knows people know of her tic and sometimes mimics it when off duty to get annoying people to leave her be. [/b][/color][/indent][indent][color=A1A1A1][b] - She despises water. She can swim and passes regular water survival training, but she'd honestly rather be on fire than submerged. [/b][/color][/indent][indent][color=A1A1A1][b] - Some would say coffee is a permanent part of her blood's chemical composition. She would agree. [/b][/color][/indent]
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