Wright, Riley

PRC	STAR FLEET PERSONNEL COMMAND FILE  SECURITY RATING 3, CONFIDENTIAL

Riley Wright
Career Occupation
Position:	Security Officer
Assignment:	USS Yeager, NCC-60097
Rank:	Ensign
Time on Site:
Biographical Attributes
Species:	Human
Gender:	Female
Height:	4' 11"	Weight:	48.1 kg (106 lb.)
Eye Color:	Dark brown
Hair Color:	Black with violet highlights
Hairstyle:	Medium-length, often styled neatly but allowed some freedom off duty
Physique:	Petite but athletic; wiry strength from disciplined training
Complexion:	Fair
Voice:	Warm, steady, with a subtle trace of her Luna upbringing
Affiliation:	United Federation of Planets
Birthplace:	Tycho City, Luna (Earth’s moon)
Born:	238204.12	Age:	23
Familial Relationships
Father:	Marcus Wright (civil engineer)
Mother:	Dr. Amelia Wright (astrogeologist)
Status of Parents:	Both alive, but often distant due to their work-focused lives
Siblings:	One younger brother, Daniel Wright (18, still in secondary school on Luna)
Marital Status:	Single

Personal History

Early Life

Riley Wright grew up in Tycho City on Luna, with the Moon’s stark horizons outside her window and the hum of research stations in the background. Her parents, Amelia and Marcus, were both professionals — her mother spent most of her days analyzing rock samples and running data models, while her father was always tied up in infrastructure projects. They loved her, but work usually came first. Riley learned early to keep herself busy, or to look after her younger brother, Daniel. That independence became a part of her, though she sometimes wished her parents had been around more.

Being short —barely scraping 4’11”— meant she was often dismissed or underestimated. It annoyed her to no end, but instead of letting it break her down, she fought harder. Martial arts classes, zero-g sports, anything physical she could throw herself into — she turned her size into an advantage. Quick, precise, stubborn: that was how she made people notice her.

At ten years old, a transport malfunction left her stuck in a damaged airlock until a rescue crew pulled her free. It only lasted minutes, but the memory stuck. The air felt thinner, the walls too close, and she carried that fear with her long after. Rather than shy away from it, Riley swore she’d never let fear decide who she was or what she could do.

By twelve, she already knew where she was headed. A Starfleet delegation passed through Luna, and she was hooked. The way they carried themselves — calm, confident, explorers and protectors rolled into one — lit a fire under her. From that point on, every extra hour went into study, training, or anything that might get her closer to that uniform.

Of course, being a teenager, Riley didn’t take a straight path. She had a rebellious streak: skipping classes now and then, sneaking into off-limits dome sectors with friends, even picking up a warning for reckless zero-g racing. Nothing serious, but enough to give her a taste of consequences. By the time she was old enough to apply to Starfleet, she’d figured out that proving herself through defiance wasn’t the answer. She channeled that restless energy into academics and training instead, determined to make it count.

Starfleet Academy

The Academy tested her in ways she hadn’t expected. She declared Security as her major, with minors in Interstellar Relations and Survival Strategies, but the first year was rough. Cadets doubted her ability to keep up, and sometimes she doubted it herself. That changed when she met T’Varen, a Vulcan cadet in her program. Riley’s impulsive energy clashed with T’Varen’s calm logic, but over time they found a balance. T’Varen’s patience helped Riley rein in her temper, and Riley reminded her friend of the value of instinct and heart. They became inseparable — study partners, sparring partners, confidants.

In her second year, she came under the instruction of Lt. Commander Javier Torres, a Security officer with real frontier experience. Torres didn’t just drill tactics into his cadets; he taught that Security’s real job was to protect lives. When Riley pushed herself past exhaustion in one exercise, trying to prove she could keep up with anyone, Torres pulled her aside. He told her strength wasn’t about what you could shoulder alone, but about how well you protected others. That lesson stuck deeper than anything she’d read in a manual.

Later that year, a live-blade drill left her with a cut across her left forearm when she dropped her guard. It was healed within minutes, but she asked to keep the scar. To her, it was a reminder that mistakes teach, and overconfidence hurts. Torres supported the choice, saying scars could be better teachers than books.

Her proudest moment came later, during a cadet cruise simulation of a boarding action. Riley found herself in command when her unit came under pressure. She kept her team together, trusted their abilities, and made the kind of quick decisions that earned her strong praise from her instructors. Torres debriefed her afterward, noting that she succeeded because she inspired trust, not fear. For Riley, it was the moment she realized she might actually be capable of leading.

Now, in 2405, she’s graduated with honors and waits for her first assignment. Beneath her uniform sleeve, hidden from view, she carries a tattoo that winds across her right arm: stars, moons, nebulae, and darker patterns woven together. It’s her story etched in ink — resilience and fragility, dreams and struggles, the proof of how far she’s come. To Riley, it’s a private reminder that strength isn’t about size or appearances. It’s about standing up, over and over, no matter what the universe throws in her way.

USS Yeager

Riley’s first Starfleet posting was aboard the USS Yeager, assigned to Security as a Midshipman.

Early in her assignment aboard Yeager, the ship operated in the Wairara System amid chroniton-rich spatial anomalies while pursuing the vessel Tusslebout. With a race route threading the region and temporal distortion a standing risk, Yeager’s movements and use of power were handled cautiously; details that would normally be routine were treated as potentially time-sensitive.

Operations in the system were shaped by overlapping hazards—ionic radiation surges, an asteroid belt too dense to be natural, and a neutronic storm—alongside a massive temporal particle stream shedding chroniton waves. Timing, navigation, and sensor returns could not be treated as fully reliable, forcing careful cross-checking between departments. Riley learned quickly that in a place like Wairara, the most valuable piece of information was often a clean, verified timestamp.

As the pursuit intensified, the ship cycled through repeated alert states: weapons locks, sudden course corrections, and moments where sensor coverage degraded at critical times. For Riley, it was a rapid introduction to how quickly a mission can pivot when the environment itself becomes an adversary—and why calm, factual reporting matters as much as speed. During the same operation, the ship was rocked by an explosion and fire in the aeroshuttle dock, triggering an immediate internal emergency response. With fire suppression systems offline, the fire threatening fuel lines, and personnel unaccounted for in the blast area, the incident underscored the realities of shipboard crisis management while external mission pressures continued.

In that environment, Riley was relied on as a practical extension of Security’s chain of information—confirming facts at the source and relaying them without embellishment. Being dispatched to the Bridge to obtain first-hand confirmation on residual temporal effects reinforced an instinct to verify before acting, especially when uncertain data could endanger the ship. It was the first time she felt how a single misheard detail could ripple outward through an entire response.

Later, Riley was detailed to escort a diplomatic VIP, Mister Tomer, to the Bridge. When he failed to respond in his quarters, she escalated the situation through proper channels, placed Medical on standby, and prepared a limited door override rather than forcing an unnecessary confrontation. The assignment was a different kind of pressure: quiet, procedural, and still capable of going wrong fast.

Once Tomer was confirmed missing, Riley worked under Lieutenant Artemis d’Tor’an as Security shifted into a shipwide search and investigation. With the civilian commbadge recovered and the quarters presenting as unusually clean, a sweep showed the VIP suite had been sterilized—no biological residue anywhere, not even on Tomer’s luggage. Ship systems flagged a Trill life sign without a commbadge last detected on the Impulse Deck, aligned with an alert for an open maintenance hatch. d’Tor’an moved to pursue the lead in person, while Captain Braggins, treating the case as sabotage and murder, authorized Security to utilize whatever force was necessary to apprehend Tomer.

Personality Profile

Academy Major(s): Security
Academy Minor(s): Interstellar Relations, Survival Strategies
Hobbies and Pastimes: Martial arts, holo-novels (especially mysteries), zero-g handball, sketching starship designs
Short-Term Goals: Earn respect of her first crew and commanding officer; gain real-world experience in away missions
Long-Term Goals: Rise to the rank of Chief of Security; eventually teach at Starfleet Academy
Personality: Determined, disciplined, empathetic beneath a calm and confident exterior
Sense of Humor: Dry wit, occasionally sarcastic but never cruel
Phobias: Fear of confinement in tight, sealed spaces after a childhood airlock incident
Likes: Teamwork, challenges, stargazing, classical music
Dislikes: Dishonesty, unnecessary violence, being underestimated
Pet Peeves or Gripes: Sloppiness in procedures, people who don’t respect chain of command
Achievements: Graduated with honors; earned strong praise from instructors for her leadership during a cadet simulation
Disappointments: Failing her first Academy combat simulation, which motivated her to improve
Illnesses: Standard childhood illnesses, nothing chronic
Strengths: Quick thinker under stress, physically capable, strong sense of justice
Weaknesses: Can be stubborn, sometimes too self-critical
Fears: Losing a crewmate under her watch; failing to live up to expectations
Prejudices: Slight skepticism of those who act without discipline or disregard Starfleet protocols
Off Duty Clothing Tastes: Prefers simple, practical attire—comfortable trousers, jackets, and boots, with occasional bold accessories
Pets: None currently; grew up with a family Labrador named Cosmo
Friends: Cadet T’Varen (Vulcan, fellow graduate of the Security division)

Personal Paradigm Shifts

Most Painful Experience: Being trapped briefly in a damaged lunar transport airlock at age 10, leaving her with mild claustrophobia.
Best Time: Graduation day at Starfleet Academy, with her family present in San Francisco.
Most Crucial Experience: Leading her cadet team during the simulated boarding action, cementing her confidence in Security.
Role Model: Her Academy instructor, Lt. Commander Javier Torres, who taught her that true security is about protecting lives — and who personally guided her growth as a cadet, shaping her into the officer she aspires to be.

Career History

Position	Assignment	Date(s)	Event
Cadet	Star Fleet Academy	xxxxxx.xx	Star Fleet Academy Graduate Ribbon
Security Officer	USS Yeager, NCC-60097	202509.28	Assigned to USS Yeager
Security Officer	USS Yeager, NCC-60097	202602.01	Promotion to Ensign
Security Officer	USS Yeager, NCC-60097	202602.01	Role Player of the Month
Security Officer	USS Yeager, NCC-60097	202602.01	Star Fleet Achievement Medal

Medals Tally:

Service Medals Awarded
Image	Description	Qty.
	Star Fleet Academy Graduate Ribbon	1
	Star Fleet Achievement Medal	1
Achievement Medals Awarded
Image	Description	Qty.
	Role Player of the Month	1

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