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universaltranslator[series]: Star Trek XI (2009 “Reboot”)
[character]: Nyota Uhura
[character history / background]: Wiki knows all
[character abilities]:
Uhura is a linguistic genius. She speaks several languages, including Federation Standard (aka English) and Romulan (all three dialects). She's also a fair hand with technology and quite capable of mucking about with computers if necessary.
[character personality]:
In a ship full of lunatics, eccentric geniuses, and people with troubled pasts, Uhura is a much needed dose of normal. Don't misunderstand -- she's absolutely brilliant, and one of the most driven students at Starfleet Academy. She's only in her twenties and she's already fluent in all 3 Romulan dialects, as well as several other languages. This is more than can be said for the Enterprise's original communications officer, who couldn't tell the difference between Romulan and Vulcan languages. This kind of knowledge takes a lot of hard work.
But she knows how to have fun, too. She goes out with her friends for drinks and lets loose. She's even dating someone (admittedly on the sly). She has a dry, slightly sardonic sense of humor.
She doesn't have a temper, but she does have very little patience with men. Being a woman -- and a freaking gorgeous woman at that -- she's had to deal with terrible pick-up lines and guys making passes at her pretty much wherever she goes. Almost more annoying are the men wo feel obligated to defend her honor, when she's more than capable of taking care of herself. Violence isn't really necessary, after all -- her tongue is plenty cutting.
Though she isn't tactless, she's certainly not one to hide what she feels. If she thinks you're an idiot, you'll know it -- even if you're her (newly promoted) superior officer. But she's a professional, and will work with you anyway. The mission is more important than her feelings (or yours).
[point in timeline you're picking your character from]: Post-movie
[journal post]:
[Uhura stands against a wall in a dark section of the Underground. She hasn't seen any people yet, and she had quickly discovered that her communicator wasn't working. There was a device at her feet, though, that seemed to do the same thing. It took her a few moments to figure out how to record with it.]
My name is Lieutenant Uhura of the USS Enterprise. If you can hear this message, please respond.
[Of course, there's no guarantee that the people here speak Standard. If this was a Federation device, it would automatically translate her message into every known language. But it's not, so she's just going to have to do that herself. She starts with Swahili.]
Jina langu ni Luteni Uhura ya Enterprise USS. Kama unaweza kusikia ujumbe huu, tafadhali kujibu.
[Switching to Romulan]
Taeth 'nhqh 'hh Lt. Uhura --
[A man comes up behind her. Leering, he grabs her shoulder and whispers something in her ear. When she yanks her shoulder free of him, his expression turns ugly.]
You little--
[He tries to attack, but she easily flips him to the ground, knocking him unconcious. She looks annoyed but unafraid.]
Guess it's Standard.
[third person / log sample]:
In the end, she decided to think of it as indefinite shore leave. Honestly, what else was she
supposed to do about it? Her dad had always said she could be stubborn as a pitbull when she got
something in her teeth, but Uhura wasn't the kind to go tilting at windmills either. If Chekov
could spend months in this place without finding a way out... It wasn't like her luck would be
much better. She was handy with computers, but the only genius she had was for languages, and
this wasn't a place you could talk yourself out of.
Starfleet regulations weren't much help either. None of the guidelines or procedures explained
what to do if you were trapped in another dimension, where jerryrigging a distress signal
out of a spoon and a couple toothpicks would be pointless. The only relevant bit of advice was
regarding pre-warp civilizations -- basically, shut up, blend in, and wait for help.
Uhura sighed and kicked her feet up on her desk. This could've been fun, if Spock were around. In all the months they'd been dating, she had never really seen him out of Starfleet officer
mode. But all she had was Chekov, the crazy genius who ran around barefoot at the Academy.
At least it wasn't Kirk. She rolled her eyes as she thought about all the trouble her
madcap captain would get into in a place like this.
Sighing, she rolled gracefully to her feet and tugged down her skirt. Maybe she'd ask Chekov to go shopping with her. Her Starfleet uniform didn't exactly blend in.
[character]: Nyota Uhura
[character history / background]: Wiki knows all
[character abilities]:
Uhura is a linguistic genius. She speaks several languages, including Federation Standard (aka English) and Romulan (all three dialects). She's also a fair hand with technology and quite capable of mucking about with computers if necessary.
[character personality]:
In a ship full of lunatics, eccentric geniuses, and people with troubled pasts, Uhura is a much needed dose of normal. Don't misunderstand -- she's absolutely brilliant, and one of the most driven students at Starfleet Academy. She's only in her twenties and she's already fluent in all 3 Romulan dialects, as well as several other languages. This is more than can be said for the Enterprise's original communications officer, who couldn't tell the difference between Romulan and Vulcan languages. This kind of knowledge takes a lot of hard work.
But she knows how to have fun, too. She goes out with her friends for drinks and lets loose. She's even dating someone (admittedly on the sly). She has a dry, slightly sardonic sense of humor.
She doesn't have a temper, but she does have very little patience with men. Being a woman -- and a freaking gorgeous woman at that -- she's had to deal with terrible pick-up lines and guys making passes at her pretty much wherever she goes. Almost more annoying are the men wo feel obligated to defend her honor, when she's more than capable of taking care of herself. Violence isn't really necessary, after all -- her tongue is plenty cutting.
Though she isn't tactless, she's certainly not one to hide what she feels. If she thinks you're an idiot, you'll know it -- even if you're her (newly promoted) superior officer. But she's a professional, and will work with you anyway. The mission is more important than her feelings (or yours).
[point in timeline you're picking your character from]: Post-movie
[journal post]:
[Uhura stands against a wall in a dark section of the Underground. She hasn't seen any people yet, and she had quickly discovered that her communicator wasn't working. There was a device at her feet, though, that seemed to do the same thing. It took her a few moments to figure out how to record with it.]
My name is Lieutenant Uhura of the USS Enterprise. If you can hear this message, please respond.
[Of course, there's no guarantee that the people here speak Standard. If this was a Federation device, it would automatically translate her message into every known language. But it's not, so she's just going to have to do that herself. She starts with Swahili.]
Jina langu ni Luteni Uhura ya Enterprise USS. Kama unaweza kusikia ujumbe huu, tafadhali kujibu.
[Switching to Romulan]
Taeth 'nhqh 'hh Lt. Uhura --
[A man comes up behind her. Leering, he grabs her shoulder and whispers something in her ear. When she yanks her shoulder free of him, his expression turns ugly.]
You little--
[He tries to attack, but she easily flips him to the ground, knocking him unconcious. She looks annoyed but unafraid.]
Guess it's Standard.
[third person / log sample]:
In the end, she decided to think of it as indefinite shore leave. Honestly, what else was she
supposed to do about it? Her dad had always said she could be stubborn as a pitbull when she got
something in her teeth, but Uhura wasn't the kind to go tilting at windmills either. If Chekov
could spend months in this place without finding a way out... It wasn't like her luck would be
much better. She was handy with computers, but the only genius she had was for languages, and
this wasn't a place you could talk yourself out of.
Starfleet regulations weren't much help either. None of the guidelines or procedures explained
what to do if you were trapped in another dimension, where jerryrigging a distress signal
out of a spoon and a couple toothpicks would be pointless. The only relevant bit of advice was
regarding pre-warp civilizations -- basically, shut up, blend in, and wait for help.
Uhura sighed and kicked her feet up on her desk. This could've been fun, if Spock were around. In all the months they'd been dating, she had never really seen him out of Starfleet officer
mode. But all she had was Chekov, the crazy genius who ran around barefoot at the Academy.
At least it wasn't Kirk. She rolled her eyes as she thought about all the trouble her
madcap captain would get into in a place like this.
Sighing, she rolled gracefully to her feet and tugged down her skirt. Maybe she'd ask Chekov to go shopping with her. Her Starfleet uniform didn't exactly blend in.