Leonard Gavin Boltri

Chief Engines

USS Falkirk Alpha Company, Combat Engineer

USS T'Kal Alpha Company, Combat Engineer

USS Medallion Alpha Company, Combat Engineer

USS Capricorn, Beta Company Combat Engineer/ CPO2, Engineering Specialist

USS Hopewell, Delta Company Combat Engineer/ CPO, Engineer's Mate

Starfleet Marines Basic Training

Combat Training (Ground and Space)

Combat Engineering Specialist

High Ordinance Training

Starfleet training in: Damage Control, Power, Propulsion, Shields, Structural Engineering

Average height. His mom thinks he's handsome. He leans heavily on his

winning personality.

High energy, always ready to clown around and poke a little fun. He can take a joke too. He's the most faithful friend you could ever make. Although he's moral, he doesn't really worry a lot about ideals or visions, he just goes day to day and tries to do right by the people who invest in him. He loves food, almost anything that's not eaten live or an MRE. For everything he experienced in the war, he's more or less dealt with it by not dwelling on it. He's wired pretty optimistically and generally feels like he's one lucky son of a gun for simply having a chance at life. He's pretty good at just being in the present, accepting memories as the past that got him here and the future as something not worth getting his knickers in a twist about.

No one is really sure where Lenny was born. He was found in a box on the doorstep of a police station in Ohio. As a kid he grew up in a variety of foster homes in the Buckeye State, some better situations than others. Young Lenny was loud and destructive, seemingly unable to even hear direction, must less take it. Although he was pretty intelligent, he didn't care at all for finishing assignments- they could barely keep him in his seat a few minutes at a time and he was a constant distraction to instructors and a menace to the other kids.

In his sophomore year of high school, his math instructor caught Lenny's attention. He'd always had a knack for geometry and logic, but not for figures and equations. Mr Murphy was great at explaining it and seemingly infinitely patient with his students. He also never let them off the hook and called Lenny on a lot of his crap. Becoming good at something and having the approval of someone he respected gave Lenny some confidence and made him stop and think about something other than clowning in class and wasting his time making trouble.

About the same time, things shaped up for Lenny in his domestic life too. He was fostered, several years earlier, in a stable home and the family moved to adopt him. By the time he was 16, he was legally adopted and took his new family name, Boltri.

Recognizing his aptitude and the need for structure in Lenny's life, Mr. Murphy advised him to look into a Starfleet career. That about blew Lenny's mind. Was he good enough to be an astronaut? Teasingly, Mr. Murphy reminded him he'd always been a space cadet. The idea stuck with Lenny and he began to work very hard at his studies, even the ones he didn't much like. He still sucked at Literature (but made sure not to miss a class, thanks to a girl he was trying to impress), but he did learn to play the trombone and enjoyed annoying his new folks with the practice racket. He graduated above average, and enlisted with Starfleet Marines Basic was great for Lenny. The rules were good and clear, and they kept him busy training and studying. He still found opportunities to goof off, but mostly kept to the straight and narrow. Pretty soon he was on his first billet.

He was in friggin space, dude. How sly was that?

It was pretty sly. He was put through his paces, assigned to other more experienced NCOs to learn the ropes. Besides the high intensity Marine combat training, he specialized in Marine Combat Engineering and in Ordinance for building and destroying stuff in action; he took like a duck to water with the fast and dirty problem solving involved. He was tight with his unit, very committed, the clown of the company and the best wingman at the bar (always the bridesmaid, never the bride). He went on adventures, made friends and the occasional enemy, got to see the worlds. But then there was the Wolf 359 thing. He was on the USS Medallion at the time. The ship was gutted by the Borg, the remains boarded and many survivors assimilated. Lenny lead a few people out on a damaged shuttle when it all came down around their ears. They found a few other survivors and managed to evade Borg detection.

So that sucked.

A few years later there was the Dominion War. He'd been hoping for smooth sailing and a chance at retiring, but the universe had other ideas. He was assigned and reassigned several times, in skirmishes both ship to ship and on away teams. He wanted out of war, so he decided to make himself more useful with the fleeters and double up his rating, taking an enlisted-to- officer track on the ship. He trained in Propulsion, Power generation and exchange, Shielding, and Structural Engineering. He was a very rounded skinny guy. He made Engineer's Mate, and had his eye on a commissioned rank and a possible end to his touring in the Fleet. The war resolved before he made the grade and his retirement went through anyway, “helped” by some medical evaluations of shrapnel wounds he'd been struggling with (and still experiences occasional numbness or twinges in his back and right arm)

Retirement wasn't all he expected, really. Following a stint of getting hammered and visiting people, he had no clue what the hell to do with himself. Out of default, he went back to Earth and tried to settle. Home was great for a while, but he felt out of place, like he was overstaying his welcome. His brothers had moved away and started their own families, his parents had moved to a different community, his friends were all in another stage of life and out of touch. He didn't know anyone well since he'd been away for so long and everything he was good at wasn't really marketable unless he retrained or went back to school. He got by a while working at repair shops and bumming around for several years.

When the opportunity arose, he volunteered for some ongoing relief efforts to relocate people affected by the Hobus star going Nova; he lent a hand with construction efforts and supply ship maintenance. It felt good to be working again.

After he finished a few months on that, he realized he'd be happiest back in an engine room. So he packed up his briefs, a second pair of pants, his coveralls, his three favorite Hawaiian shirts, and his music collection and hitched a new ride with Border Patrol.