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Name: Don Maxwell
                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Position: First Officer
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 Rank: Lieutenant Commander                                                                Awards:

                                                                                                             
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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Gender: Male
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Race: Human

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               Age: 42

Biographical Information: Don is about 5'7", 184 lbs. He's not built like most Starfleet academy youngsters. Admittedly, he is a little older and he's got a bit of gait around the middle and his air is reaching the point where there's just enough all across his head to BARELY pass as not being bald. He has a thick, salt-and-pepper "Fu Manchu" moustache and has taken fondly to the Scott school of fashion--he often wears his tool-laden utility vest instead of a dress-shirt uniform.

EARLY LIFE: Don is actually an older fellow. Raised in Texas, Don decided not to follow his friends into Starfleet Academy when he graduated from high school. Instead, Don joined the Starfleet Engineering apprenticeship program and became a journeyman
serviceman for shuttles and Runabouts. From the age of 18 through 27, he was stationed at Spacedock above Earth, where he served as a Runabout serviceman until he was promoted to the position of shop supervisor. At this point, Don met and fell in love with Jerrica Adams, who would, later that year, become his wife. (This would be about the same time as TNG's "Encounter
at Farpoint.")

CAREER: After a year of serving as Space dock's Runabout repair supervisor, Don transferred out to Utopia Planetia's construction facilities, where a construction mishap had killed the Shuttle servicing shop's supervisor. Although Don took the mantle of supervisor for a bunch of somber servicemen--who, admittedly, didn't think this guy from Spacedock could fill their old sup's shoes--he was warmly admitted and became one of the most well-known non-officer Starfleet servicemen throughout the Utopia Planetia
repair yards. At the constant urging of Jerrica, who was finishing her Academy coursework through Starfleet Academy's Continued Education program, Don quit his job with the Utopia Planetia service yards, moved himself and Jerrica back to Earth and the two of them finished Starfleet Academy together in two years--both had prior course work and Don's Master Servicemen certificate had earned him several years of Starfleet Engineering Academy coursework. He was promoted, at this point, to serve on the USS Columbia, NCC-35678-A, under the captaincy of Derek Walker.

Star Fleet ACADEMY : Don, for years on end of his life, knew he was an adept and skilled craftsman. He realized, years into serving as a serviceman, that his knowledge and intuition was powerful enough to be used for more than just shuttle servicing and repair. Despite the fact that Don got to know the interior and exterior of Starfleet shuttles and Runabouts like the back of his
hand, he continued to crave more--and marrying Jerrica gave him that thirst for knowledge. It was the final years at Utopia Planetia, as he watched Starfleet make breakthough after breakthrough in design and development (prior to the Dominion War) that Don
decided to gung-ho it and enroll in Starfleet Academy.

Since Don has spent many of his years as a "blue collar worker," he still approaches his work with the positive-attitude diligence of a serviceman, all while making his work--be it repairing an isolinear chip or stabilizing the warp field coils--look like it's a
piece of cake. Don gets frustrated about Starfleet "keepin' the man down;" he is vaguely political and takes a serious tone on the subjects of the Genesis Device and the Bible, the Federation Racing Organization, etc.

Interests: Don is also a tried-and-true Southerner; he knows how to make a smokin' Texas Chili and he listens to, what he calls, "A wide selection of rock and roll and country music." For years, he and his fellow servicemen had a rockabilly band, "The Blue Collars," which has since gone their separate ways, what with Don being aboard the Columbia. However, ol' Mr. Maxwell still plays his guitar, string fiddle and his prized Fender Galactica 3000 on occasion, and only if the requests are for "old-time" favorites.
(Don has yet to specify at which century music goes from current to "old-time," but he's been caught playing 2300s country tunes from time to time.) Don, of course, is also married to Jerrica, who is serving as another enlisted member of the Columbia.
Jerrica's work in philosophy and Alpha Quadrant history have resulted in her "diplomatic advisor" position on the Columbia.

FIRST OFFICER POSITION AND CURRENT: Recently, Don was promoted to Lieutenant Commander and was assigned to
the First Officer position of the Columbia. The bulky Texan has had to change several factors of his life to adopt to this position.  He even started passing up second helpings at dinner, and, despite his own harsh self-criticism, the crew of the Columbia has (mostly)
warmly accepted their new first officer.

Similarly, Jerrica Maxwell joined the Columbia's senior staff as ship's counselor, having passed her Starfleet Continued Education Program.  The field promotion has, thus far, not been lustrous for Jerrica but the position adds a feminine grace to the gruff
demeanor of the group of officers that stand upon Columbia's bridge.