Khan, Morai

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 STAR FLEET PERSONNEL COMMAND FILE
 SECURITY RATING 3, CONFIDENTIAL[1]

Morai Mrian Khan
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Career Occupation
Position:
Science Officer
Assignment:
USS Yoritomo, DD-4019
Rank:
Midshipman
Midshipman
Time on Site:
Longevity Medal 3
Biographical Attributes
Full Name:
Morai ir’Thhaei tr'Mrian
Species:
1/2 Human, 1/2 Romulan
Gender:
Male
Height:
180 cm (5 ft. 11 in.)
Weight:
74.8 kg (165 lb.)
Eye Color:
Grey.
Hair Color:
Jet black, accentuated by the very occasional ebony strand.
Hairstyle:
Morai tends to keep his hair short and tidy, typically brushed backwards from his forehead or raised up into slight spikes. Occasionally, he has been known to let them grow up to shoulder length, and style them into a traditional Chinese bun/topknot.
Physique:
Athletic, lithe, and well-toned. Due being of Romulan descent and being trained in the Romulan warrior arts, he is physiologically stronger than a typical Human, though a full Vulcan or Romulan could outclass him in raw strength alone.
Complexion:
Pallid.
Voice:
Deep, slightly hoarse but in an attractive way; husky.
Affiliation:
United Federation of Planets
Homeworld:
Vulcan
Birthplace:
Raal
Born:
(N/A) 00.00
Age:
26
Familial Relationships
Father:
Captain Altan Khan.
Mother:
Raha t’Mrian.
Status of Parents:
Mother: Status Unknown. Father: Alive. As far as Morai knows, Raha was still in the Tal Shiar throughout the length of the Fourth Romulan Civil War, and he has not heard from her since he left ch’Rihan. Captain Altan Khan continues to serve as a decorated Starfleet senior officer, the Captain of the USS Independence, CA-1553.
Marital Status:
Single


Personal History

Morai’s mother was Raha t’Mrian, a Tal'Shiar agent belonging to the noble Romulan house-clan s’Mrian (House of Mrian). As a spy, Raha was tasked with infiltrating the planet Vulcan and shadowing Ambassador Jason Archer, Earth’s ambassador to Vulcan. The long-term goal was to report on, and potentially sour, Vulcan-Earth relations, and instigate a civil war at the very heart of Starfleet. To this end, Raha assumed the identity of T’jah (after assassinating the original T’jah, of course), a high-ranking member of the Vulcan Science Council and a Counselor at the Terran Embassy on Raal.

T'jah, along with her colleague and friend Ambassador Jason Archer, the Terran Ambassador on Vulcan, were assigned as advisors on a year-long diplomatic mission to the USS Coruscance, CA-3913. It was there that she encountered Lieutenant Altan Khan, the ship's Tactical Officer, the most confounding blend of skepticism, biting wit, irresistable charm, and pure heart that she had ever seen.

The two fell in love, married and conceived Morai.

Expecting T'jah to go into labour any day, Altan took paternity leave from Starfleet. The couple were at T'jah's residence in the city of Raal on the planet Vulcan, when Vulcan Intelligence, having discovered T'jah's true identity as Raha t'Mrian, raided her home. Stunning her husband, who until now had no idea about his wife's true loyalties, Raha fled, but was forced to stay in the Vulcan city of Raal just long enough to give birth, alone, in a concealed sublevel, the emotional toll of all that had happened forcing her into labour. Managing to avoid Vulcan authorities to recover just enough to commandeer a shuttle, Raha made it off-planet with her neonate.

Raha’s return to Romulan was not without complications. She was weak because of childbirth, and required hospitalization. She had to contend not just with displeased Tal'Shiar superiors, but also her own family. The House of Mrian had always been more on the more xenophobic end of the spectrum, even for Romulans. Explaining to them the existence for her baby was difficult, especially that she wanted the infant to grow up as one of them.

She name him Morai ir’Thhaei tr'Mrian, the locative 'Thhaei' referring to the planet Vulcan, which had been the boy's place of birth.

Raha's elder brother Raidek, the extremely xenophibic Head of s’Mrian, would not desist from harming the child whom he considered not of their ilk. So as Morai grew, Raha personally saw to his education and training. In order to survive in Romulan society, where half-breeds were widely considered second-rate citizens, she had to ensure that her son was just as capable as any of them. She tutored him herself wherever she could and arranged for him the best tutors wherever she couldn’t. Whenever she had to work, she left him with friends of hers she could trust. She protected Morai and pushed him to his very limits.

The young Morai grew up a very much conflicted child. He had to cope with constant discrimination not only from his peers, but from his elders, from people who should’ve been uncles, aunts and cousins. "Enemy's Child", "primitive half-breed", being among the various titles he had to grow up with. However, none felt more offensive than the Romulan insult 'Wort'; he had been named so by his elder uncle Raidek, the Head of s’Mrian. The word meant, unsurprisingly, ‘of disgraceful ancestry’. Sensitive and bright, every time he was called that, Morai often wondered about his father. Where he was now, whether he was really as despicable as implied, what his father would think of him, and why his mother never talked about him.

Raha knew she had to teach the boy to protect himself. Even if Raidek was sober enough not to physically abuse his sister’s child as long as she lived and had influence, no matter how much he loathed the boy, Raidek’s children were closer to Morai’s age and were not as mature. From the moment Morai could walk, Raha trained him in the basics of Ter'ak-style Ch'Vashrek. The graceful and sinuous, yet vicious, motions of the martial art had once helped Raha channel her own turbulent emotions, and were perfect for her boy because of his slight build and lithe frame.

Even as a child, however, Morai's true interest lay in the Romulan fig tree that grew in the backyard of their abode, the one that had first sparked curiosity in his growing mind. A yearning for knowledge. While Morai progressed well in his studies, he was particularly talented in botany and astrobiology. He had an aptitude for distinguishing different herbs and plants from one another, and by the age of ten he could brew useful extracts from various Romulan florae, much to the surprise of everyone around him. His scores in astrophysics and interstellar geometry were also ahead of many of his peers.

However, this excellence of performance, instead of earning him acceptance amongst the s’Mrian as Raha had desired, only served to fuel Raidek’s contempt for the half-breed.

Morai had just turned thirteen, pursuing basic studies in Intermediate Science at the Ra'tleihfi Learning Center, when the star Rrhaedhannae went supernova. He remembers the event quite vividly, it impacted everyone on Romulan. A ‘new star’ in the sky, an interstellar event of that magnitude, and myths and fables were abounding. Everyone from his schoolfellows at the Learning Center to the old Romulan down the street had their own tale to tell. No one at that time really figured the incredible danger that the celestial event would eventually pose to their home-world, though, and life went on.

His mother, he noticed, had suddenly become more uptight than usual. He could tell it was work – he could always tell when she was upset because of her work.

He would eventually come to understand just how much stress she was in: within the next few years, the first Romulan Civil War happened, the s’Tei government collapsed, and towards the end of it all everyone on ch’Rihan learned of the apocalyptic event the stellar burst from the supernova posed to their planet. Temyytaera began. It was the first time Morai had seen so many starships; Federation vessels in particular. He noticed every time a Federation ship flew overhead that his mother’s eyes would stare after it, strangely distracted. The s’Mrian house-clan in their totality were scheduled among the first to be evacuated due to their prestige and influence.

Seventeen then, Morai and the rest of the s’Mrian arrived on Ur-Metheisn 27, from where they were to board an RIS vessel that would take them straight to their new home on Eilhaunn. His mother had not been with them when they arrived. She had been at work extensively over the past year, which had limited her time at home. She had informed him that she was not going to be evacuated with the rest of them either, but she would come to see him off on Ur-Metheisn 27 and then join him on Eilhaunn.

Raha, for her part, had lied to her son. She would not be seeing him again on Eilhaunn. The winds of war were blowing, and if things did go in the direction they seemed to be going in, she would be landing on Mendaissa, where her seniority in the Tal’Shiar demanded that she would have to remain for the foreseeable future. The thought of leaving her son alone in the hands of her family who she knew would not treat him well, for the length of what could be years at the very least – if not forever – rattled her like nothing had ever before. She knew that the moment Raidek realized that Raha was not coming back, he would try to harm her son or exile him. The thought of hurting family, even half-blood, was dishonourable to most Romulans, but she knew her brother. His xenophobia outstripped his honour, especially since he had seen Morai excel against his own children in every way.

She needed a way to protect Morai when she was gone.

Her mothers’-heart was about to leap out of her chest in grief at her lack of an answer to her predicament when suddenly, there it was. The answer, standing in front of her on the platform of Gate 3929 of the Ur-Metheisn 27 shipyard. His name was Altan Khan, dressed in a freshly-minted captain’s uniform, a huge Federation ship bearing the name Independence docked behind him. He had white sideburns now, but middle age only seemed to make him more handsome. When he saw her, he froze just as she had, and the two simply stood, staring at each other for a good five minutes before Raha stepped towards him. He broke the ice, speaking first.

Altan had just recently been promoted to the rank of Captain of the USS Independence, CA-1553, and he had personally requested his to be among the ships assigned to the Romulan evacuation. He told Raha that he had figured it was his only chance of finding her among the seven billion other Romulans out there without them launching their warbirds at him. He and the Independence had been assisting in the Exodus for the better part of six months now.

Morai suddenly found himself dragged off the Romulan vessel meant to take the s’Mrian to Eilhaunn moments before its departure, and into the terminal where the USS Independence was docked. Raha told him that he was going to meet his father. The same father that he had wondered about and queried after for years. To say Morai had been anxious would be an understatement. On Romulus, he had been rejected by almost his entire family excluding his mother and a couple of sympathetic cousins. Had his father rejected him too, he did not know what he would do. So, when his mother took him aboard, and Altan stepped down and hugged him, and the bridge crew of the Independence suddenly erupted in applause and cheers, that had been doubtlessly the happiest day in Morai’s life.

It would also become the saddest, when his mother told him that this was the last time that they would see each other, for a long while. His parents told him everything about their past and their lives and what had led to this, and he understood, but he didn’t like it – he told his mother to leave the Tal’Shiar and come with them, at which she simply laughed. Tears in his eyes, Morai insisted that he wouldn’t let her go, fight her with all the Ch’Vashrek she taught him to have her stay, and Raha had to finally knock him out in order to get off the Independence.

Morai would actually get to see Eilhaunn as the Independence dropped their next batch of evacuees there, before Captain Khan left his first officer in-charge and took shore leave back to Earth. He wanted to spend some time together with his newfound son. Besides, Altan could see that the past few years, with the civil war and then stress of the Exodus, had been as hard on Morai as they had been on any Romulan, doubly so because of his mother’s sudden departure at the end. The kid needed to be away from all the drama for a while.

Of course, Morai was now a Romulan on Earth, one who was the child of a known Tal Shiar agent with an anti-Starfleet record. There was surveillance, despite Altan’s insistence that he was just a kid and not a sleeper agent. His father showed him his paternal home-world, settling him in their ancestral estate in Xinjiang, China. They talked to each other, tried to get to know one another. It was difficult at first, naturally, especially since Altan had to deal with a Romulan teenager for a son straight off the bat. Still, there was so much to catch up with on both sides, and things worked out. Soon the boy came to love his father and he understood why his mother had loved him, too. Captain Altan Khan was, unlike Raidek tr’Mrian, everything that Morai wanted to be.

Morai spent the next few years in the Federation, primarily on Earth, attending the Tsinghua University in Beijing, China for a baccalaureate in Science. Meanwhile, he studied Federation customs, history, culture and languages in an effort to settle in. It was difficult, getting used to an environment where he didn’t have to constantly watch his back or suspect everyone of having an ulterior motive, but it was refreshing. He studied Federation literature, finding Dickens and Lyras particularly interesting. Seeing that his father preferred to cook his own food instead of replicating it, Morai took an interest in the culinary arts. He also studied his father's ancestral Uyghur and Chinese history and culture. It was a few years of discovering not just the Federation worlds with an open mindset, but rediscovering himself.

He also followed Romulan news, whatsoever of it that he had access to. Despite everything, the Empire had still been his home, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t care for it. It was disturbing to know that it was stuck in another civil war, with his mother’s organization no less, but Morai was truly wounded when he heard how the war ended. The details were classified, of course, but his father had told him that ‘word on the street’ was that the Tal’Shiar had suffered tremendous loss and been disbanded, and his mother was nowhere to be found.

He had refused to believe she was dead. Nowhere to be found meant precisely that, nothing more. His father agreed.

Morai considered joining Starfleet and following after his father’s footsteps, but there was a huge part of him that screeched in protest – he was supposed to be in the Romulan Imperial Fleet. That was what he had dreamed of and worked for his entire childhood. But, Morai reasoned, Romulus had abandoned him by refusing to accept him, not the other way around. Yes, to be surrounded by so many Humans, Vulcans – Vulcans! – Klingons, Orions, Cardassians and Betazoids, to study and work alongside them as colleagues – friends, even – was difficult. He had been brought up prejudiced against them all, believing his human blood to be a pollutant. He found the truth to be quite different. He liked it here, and it unsettled him. He made his decision over a cup of hot cardamom tea: he would give everything to Starfleet, everything that he could not give to the Empire.

Perhaps, he could find out what happened to his mother too, in due course.

Of course, to get citizenship for a Romulan-raised half-breed was one thing, but to get one into Starfleet Academy was a whole other animal. Altan Khan used whatever influence he possessed as a Starfleet captain, but he still had to call in more than a few favors. Jason Archer, his old friend the Ambassador who had been close to Raha too in her guise as T’jah, was from an influential family with a Starfleet background and, by now, a high-ranking member of the Foreign Ministry. He agreed to sponsor Morai for the Academy at Altan’s request.

Deciding he did not want to think about his house-clan every time his name was called in class, he had it registered as Morai Khan. Morai began his studies at the Starfleet Academy. Furthering his childhood passion for the botanical sciences, Morai majored in Science with an emphasis on Astrobiology. He chose Anthropology as one of his minors, deciding he wanted to learn about the different species and cultures populating the universe from a less xenophobic – “a bit not Romulan” – lens. He also shared a class with the Security majors for his second minor, Self-Defense. With his mother no longer around to mentor him, he needed someone to coach him about his ch’Vashrek training. While knowledge on the Romulan martial art was limited in the Federation, Morai still got to learn plenty about other martial arts linked to various Federation species.

At the end of his Third Year at the Academy, Morai presented his thesis, a project he had been working on since two months into his First Year: Bajoran starthistle: the effect of the dried root extract in neutralizing Qo'noSian firespitter venom.

His research generated wide acclaim among the scientific community, and his repute rose considerably as a result. Time flew, his Fourth Year approaching its end, and Morai began to eagerly eye the holodecks, passionate about moving on to the next stage of his career and finally join his father in space.

Personality Profile

Academy Major(s): Science (Astrobiology).
Academy Minor(s): Anthropology, Self-Defense.
Hobbies and Pastimes: Gardening, studying about different species of flora, extracting useful compounds from floral species, immersing himself in literature, cooking, contemplation and reflection, the motions of ch’Vashrek, stargazing.
Short-Term Goals: Finding out what happened to his mother.
Long-Term Goals: Morai wishes to see peace, perpetual and lasting, between the Romulan Star Empire and Federation Starfleet. He dreams of an era where his parents could both be together without repercussions.
Personality: Morai is an upright-dispositioned soul. As a result of the isolation and prejudice he endured growing up, being treated as a second-rate citizen, Morai lies more on the introverted side of the spectrum and he tends to keep to himself. For this reason, he comes off as aloof, and perhaps even somewhat unwelcoming to those who have not yet made his acquaintance. A Romulan, he is a stranger neither to intimidation nor to physical altercations. Still, while he enjoys a good stretch or a friendly spar, he loathes needless violence.

Being of Romulan descent, Morai is passionate. Not in the violent sense, yet he is energetic, quick-witted and he has tendency to breathe life into everything he does. He is passionate about learning, about gardening, about cooking and about accomplishing his goals and dreams. He makes more decisions with his heart than his mind, and so can come across as impulsive. When he loves or commits himself to something or someone, he gives life and soul, holding nothing back. It’s all or nothing with Morai, in everything.

An inquisitive mind, Morai was always more interested in study. Whether it be science or literature or simply the daily news or politics, but bringing up an intellectual topic of discussion is one sure way of breaching his dominating exterior and getting to know the real Morai underneath. Morai possesses an almost child-like curiosity despite his age, and is always eager to learn more. Morai also has a passion for gardening, naturopathy and studying plant-life, and cooking – both things, he feels, take his mind off the present and allow him to use his energies in a constructive manner.
Sense of Humor: Morai tends to engage in witty banter when particularly peeved at someone or something, or when under stress.
Phobias: None.
Likes: Peace, tranquil environments and situations such as being near nature; flora of various varieties and forms; rain, on any planet, Morai is a proud pluviophile; the pursuit of knowledge; immersing himself in literature from all warp-capable species is an engaging exercise; ch’Veshrak; cooking, and learning new recipes to add to his repertoire; a nice hot cup of cardamom tea.
Dislikes: War, the Romulan-Federation conflict specifically, but all such military and political conflict; deserts and hot climate; replicated food; his uncle Raidek.
Pet Peeves or Gripes: Idiots of all grades and specifications; people who do not follow mission protocol and needlessly endanger crewmen, and Vulcans when they say the word ‘illogical’.
Bad Habits or Vices: Being part-Romulan, he tends to come off as excessively passionate. He can be blunt, impatient and sometimes quick to anger.
Achievements: - Seventh-Level (out of seven) Adept in the Romulan martial arts discipline Te’rak-style Ch’Veshrak. - His Astrobiology thesis, composed during his tutelage under Starfleet Science, won wide acclaim and earned him the Cadet of the Year award.
Disappointments: His family, the House s’Mrian.
Illnesses: Nothing significant.
Strengths: Morai is quick-on-his-feet and good at improvising. He has a good head for known intergalactic floral species and utilizing them or their extracts for various purposes. He is also a trained combatant.
Weaknesses: Impulsivity, recklessness.
Fears: A fear of rejection, of not living up to what is expected of him.
Prejudices: He tries not to be prejudiced, but years of upbringing are hard to overcome: Vulcans. So stuck-up and dispassionate, thinking just because they adhere to ‘logic’ no one in the room is smarter than them.
Off Duty Clothing Tastes: When outside of uniform, Morai typically prefers to dress in robes, whether of the Romulan or the traditional Chinese variety. Depending on the occasion, Morai can wear either simple robes or intricately designed ceremonial ones. His clothing is typically black, grey, emerald or otherwise dark-coloured, though Morai has been known to wear pure white. He prefers to wear single colours or matching shades (pitch black, pure white, light brown with cream accents) instead of multi-coloured outfits. If he has to wear Western Earth clothing, he tends to garb himself in black high-collared sweaters, t-shirts and dark-coloured jeans or trousers.
Distinguishing Features: His racial traits, a bit less pronounced than most Romulans: high-arched eyebrows and pointed ears. His green, hemocyanin-based blood should also be quite noticeable in the event of a bruise or a bleeder. Morai possesses Romulan forehead ridges but they are not as distinct as that of a full Romulan.
Pets: None.
Friends: No-one specific.

Personal Paradigm Shifts

Most Painful Experience: His uncle calling him ‘wort’, meaning ‘of ignoble lineage’, because of his human heritage.
Most Crucial Experience: Chipping off the bark of the Romulan fig tree that grew in his backyard on Ra'tleihfi, to study the cambium underneath. Cemented his love for botany and astrobiology.
Role Model: His father, Captain Altan Khan.

Career History

Position Assignment Date(s) Event
Cadet Star Fleet Academy 22101.05 Graduate Graduate
Science Officer USS Yoritomo, DD-4019 22101.06 Midshipman Midshipman




  1. Unless otherwise specified, the information contained in this document is rated CONFIDENTIAL.