CDR Julianna M. Sforza

Personal History

Julianna Monica Sforza (nee Brennan; Julie to most) was born to John and Dara Brennan, one of a pair of fraternal twins and the only girl in the family. She grew up loving the theatre, becoming heavily involved in amateur theatrics in Brighton. Parallel to those interests, she showed aptitude in understanding and empathising with others, and was attracted to the study of psychology.

After graduation from SF Academy in 2400, she was assigned to the USS ALABAMA as a staff counselor. She was promoted to Lieutenant (junior grade) a year later.

Her career was advancing smoothly when, early in 2404, Matt Sforza, one of her Academy classmates, introduced her to his older brother, Brian. It was almost love at first sight. They fell passionately in love, and, although she had just been promoted to Lieutenant and posted to the USS PHILADELPHIA, within months they were discussing spending the rest of their lives together. Three agonizing years later, she finally got a posting at SB ALPHA in COMPA's Office, and Brian and Julie were married. Although she knew that her base-side posting may not be the best way of trying to achieve her own command, she was very happy on SB ALPHA, where Brian had opened his own restaurant.

In 2408, upon the transfer of her supervising officer, she was promoted to Lieutenant Commander and succeeded him as Deputy Director of Recruitment Literature for COMPA's Office.

Early in 2409, Julie received a summons from ADM Jefferson Lee, the Commander-in-Chief of Star Fleet. Upon reporting, she was promoted to Commander and appointed to Commander, Star Fleet Records.

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SD 90209.0155

Time: 1400 Hours, Federation Standard Time
Scene: COMPA's Office, SB ALPHA

The COMPA's receptionist grinned as LCDR Julianna Sforza, cup of 
coffee and several PADDs in hand, walked back into the front 
office.

"What're you smiling about, Lyra?" asked Julie, her soft British 
accent showing a measure of amusement.

"Something came in for you, Commander," the receptionist replied.  
"I left the PADD with the message on your desk."

"Hmm.  Mysterious."  She nodded.  "Thank you."

As she walked down the hallway, she continued to think about her 
lunch meeting with her boss, CDOR Kensington, from which she had 
just returned.  He had given her an excellent review on her work 
as Deputy Director of Recruitment Literature, and hinted that she 
was going somewhere.  In all honesty, she had not given that 
comment much thought; she liked her job, and, at the moment, she 
had no reason to want to leave.

She walked into her office, and indeed, there was a PADD waiting 
on her desk.  She walked around and, settling down in her chair, 
she took a sip of her coffee, put the mug down, and picked up the 
PADD to read it.

"BUPERS...."

----------------<<<<< INCOMING MESSAGE, BUPERS >>>>>--------------
TO:  LCDR SFORZA, Julianna M., DDRL/COMPA
FR:  CAPT SPENCE, Edgar B., BUPERS, SB ALPHA
CC:  ADM LEE, Jefferson, CINCSF
     CDOR Kensington, Phillip, COMPA

You are hereby directed and required to report to the Office of 
the Commander-in-Chief, Starfleet, SB ALPHA, and await further 
orders.

--- CAPT Edgar B. Spence, BUPERS
--------------<<<<< END INCOMING MESSAGE, BUPERS >>>>>------------

Julie almost dropped the PADD.

"What...?"

She reread her orders.  And again.  Yes.  It definitely said the 
Office of the Commander-in-Chief, Starfleet.  ADM Jefferson Lee.

She put the PADD down, exhaled deeply.  What could the CINCSF 
possibly want with *me*?

Well, she thought, orders are orders.  She started examining her 
office, making mental notes about moving.



Time: The next morning
Scene: Front Office, CINCSF

She stood in front of one of the panels, reexamining her uniform 
and trying to ignore the receptionist who stared at her in mild 
annoyance.

Julie Sforza was nervous.  Not quite as nervous as on her wedding 
day, but nervous nonetheless.  Her husband Brian had teased her 
about her mental disheveled-ness the night before.

"Don't worry about it, Jules!  If it were something bad, you 
would've heard about it before."

His voice in her mind made her smile.  She turned to look at the 
receptionist, who quickly looked down at the PADDwork on which he 
was working.

It had seemed an eternity when, as Julie was about to stand and 
start pacing again, the receptionist's comm panel chimed.

"The Admiral will see you now, Commander."

"Thank you, Lieutenant."  Julie stood, straightening her uniform 
jacket for what seemed like the millionth time.  She walked up to 
the doors, which slid open to admit her to the office of the most 
powerful man in Starfleet.

As the doors slid closed behind her, she came to attention in 
front of the desk.

"Sforza, Julianna Monica, Lieutenant Commander, reporting as 
ordered, sir."


Respectfully Submitted,

Takako Nagumo,
LCDR Julianna M. Sforza
Deputy Director of Recruitment Literature
Office of Starfleet Public Affairs, SB ALPHA


NRPG:

Mark: You know what's supposed to happen now. :)

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STARDATE  90214.0530

LOCATION  Office of the C-in-C


                              . . . . . .

 (from Nagumo, 90209)

She stood in front of one of the panels, reexamining her uniform
and trying to ignore the receptionist who stared at her in mild
annoyance.

Julie Sforza was nervous.  Not quite as nervous as on her wedding
day, but nervous nonetheless.  Her husband Brian had teased her
about her mental disheveled-ness the night before.

"Don't worry about it, Jules!  If it were something bad, you
would've heard about it before."

His voice in her mind made her smile.  She turned to look at the
receptionist, who quickly looked down at the PADDwork on which he
was working.

It had seemed an eternity when, as Julie was about to stand and
start pacing again, the receptionist's comm panel chimed.

"The Admiral will see you now, Commander."

"Thank you, Lieutenant."  Julie stood, straightening her uniform
jacket for what seemed like the millionth time.  She walked up to
the doors, which slid open to admit her to the office of the most
powerful man in Starfleet.

As the doors slid closed behind her, she came to attention in
front of the desk.

"Sforza, Julianna Monica, Lieutenant Commander, reporting as
ordered, sir."

                              . . . . . .


 Admiral Jefferson Lee rose from his gleaming obsidian-and-
mahogany desk, his not quite lanky form seeming to unfold into its 
tall-enough-to-notice full height, and extended his hand in 
combined greeting and gesture toward one of the two comfortable-
looking chairs facing him.

 "Welcome to ALPHA, Commander," added a voice that was youthful 
enough to sound as though it might break, yet at the same time 
held a touch of depth that resonated somewhere in the listener's 
abdomen.  Julianna Sforza realized at once how this man had stood 
out from an early age, and charmed the figurative pants off every 
man and woman he had met.

 Julie took in the legendary all-Terran features that had, for the 
first time, inspired waiting lists at the Starfleet Command 
College - the angular-yet-smooth lines of the jaw, brow, and 
cheek; the long, straight nose with its flared nostrils; the tight 
waves of dark hair close against the skull; the rich, smooth 
complection that spoke more of a beach on Risa, or the Caribbean, 
than an artificially lit office on a space station; the large, 
lustrous eyes of deep brown, with a dark grayish ring around the 
irises and a frame of long, sensuous lashes.

 Admiral Lee, Julie decided, was very much like an actor, cast by 
Fate in the role of Commander-in-Chief, Starfleet.  She'd heard 
some of the rumors and stories about how he'd gotten the job - 
everything from a desperate concern with image on the part of a 
new Federation President and Council struggling against diplomatic 
fiascoes and internal ruptures, to less flattering speculations on 
"Mister Earth's" private pursuits with the influential and the 
powerful.

 An ironic insight suddenly came to her, that maybe people saw in 
Jefferson Lee's perfect and charming appearance whatever was in 
their own mind's eyes; the man was a mirror of the envy, or 
suspicion - or trusting good will - that was in the viewer's own 
heart.

 On that basis, Julianna Sforza decided to choose the last side of 
her own character to put forward, and see if the mirror worked 
both ways, and the C-in-C might reflect something pleasant back 
her way.

 "Thank you, Admiral," she said out loud, and took the offered 
seat.

 "Has anyone explained to you why I've asked for you?", Lee asked, 
smiling a brilliant smile that was boyish in its apologetic 
familiarity.

 "Frankly, no, Admiral."

 "Well, there's nothing sinister in it.  Phil Kensington's had a 
lot of good things to say about your work, and when I told 'em all 
what I need around here, he and Admiral Crowell agreed you'd have 
even more to offer here than in Public Affairs."

 Julie had never even thought of COMPA as, "Phil", and even less 
considered that she might be a topic of discussion among her boss, 
the Chief of Starfleet Operations, and the C-in-C.  She could hear 
Brian's voice, telling her it didn't surprise *him*, and 
suppressed a smile.

 Admiral Lee continued.  "I've agreed with Imran Malkar for a long 
time that what we in the Federation lack is a proper historical 
view.  Too often, we consume pre-packaged philosophies and 
conclusions like replicated dinners, without the benefits of 
assembling and preparing the ingredients ourselves at least once.

 "When I got settled into this chair, I quickly realized I 
couldn't do the things I wanted in that area myself, and knew 
damned well that Malkar wouldn't let me tie *him* down here.  
That's how it is that you find yourself requested and required, 
Commander, to assume the post of Starfleet Records Officer - 
COMREC - effective immediately.

 "That also includes a bump up to full Commmander, also as of 
right now.  Congratulations, Commander Sforza."

 Julie rose to attention automatically when her superior officer 
stood from his chair, and had taken the warm, firm hand that 
stretched across the desk before she could think clearly enough to 
reply.

 "Thank you, Admiral.  This is a complete surprise."

 "Well, I'm to blame for that, Commander," Lee smiled again, 
gesturing the new COMREC back to her seat.  "I'd already gotten to 
feeling so far behind on this that I just wanted to *move*.  You 
know what I mean?"

 "I - I believe so, sir."

 "Alright, then, to give you a little more of an idea of what's 
involved, it's a matter of assembling and developing good 
information for my use, and the general use of Starfleet Command.  
Stuff selected with a clear idea of using it to formulate good 
judgements and good decisions.  Sort of the advertised intention 
behind so many of the old 'intelligence agencies' that promptly 
jumped off into cloak-and-dagger land.  Covert information-
gathering and security reconnaissance are other departments - I 
need someone to get me background information *I* want to see, and 
want the other brass-hats to see.  Can you do that for me?"

 Julie knew that behind the charming twinkle in the almost 
Betazoid eyes, she was being sized up.  It was time for her best 
"Starfleet officer" routine.

 "Yes, sir, Admiral - I can."

 "Good - I'm glad to hear it.  Now, this means you have clearance 
and access to any information you may need - any.  *That* means 
I'm going to need you to agree to routine recording of your 
movements and contacts - just like us brass-hats.  It also means 
moving here to ALPHA; I honestly hope that won't be a problem for 
your family."

 "No, Admiral - that comes with the uniform."

 "Good.  Now," said Lee, taking a PADD from a drawer built into 
the edge of his long, curving desk, "here are the first things I 
need you to look into.  Please report on them tomorrow morning, 
and we can start going over anything you find you may need to 
discuss."

 Julie took the PADD, and palmed it for later examination.  "Aye,
Admiral."

 Lee rose, indicating the end of the interview; Julie noticed 
something she couldn't read at this angle was blinking on the C-
in-C's desk display; it still awed her that perhaps a vital report 
on Borg activities or a skirmish with the Sidhe was being kept 
waiting for her.

 Offering his hand once more, the Admiral said, "Welcome aboard, 
Commander - I look forward to working with you."

 "Thank you Admiral; I'll do my best to be of service."

 An exchange of nods served as dismissal and farewell, and the new 
Records Officer of Starfleet headed out to find a comm link to her 
home, and almost missed the Lieutenant in the front office holding 
out a small velvet-covered box containing her new rank insignia.

 A smile on her face, Julie took the box and left the office 
suite, her thoughts on the challenges and the trust that had been 
granted to her.  This was what Starfleet was all about - using 
one's gifts to make a difference.  Commander Julianna Sforza was 
determined to do just that.

                              . . . . . .

[NRPG]

 All:    Hey, I hope people are reading this.  The "brass hats" 
have been informed, but I want everyone to know that ASR has a 
Records Officer, and that means we're going to have more and 
better reference materials for everyone's use. Please join me in 
welcoming Takako Nagumo to the COMREC position, and in pledging 
cooperation and support in her work.

 Takako: Sorry this is so late, but admin RP has to come last on 
the priority list.  I'm excited about the work; let's get to it!

                           . . . . . .


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    Mark G. Elwell  ASR C-in-C, Starfleet  mgelwell@incl.or.jp
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Another year resulted in a transfer to the Office of the new Chief of Star Fleet Operations as Midori Takahashi's Liaison to COMREC.

She expected a fairly desk-bound career, which was good, on the one hand, in that she was able to stay with her husband, but bad on the other hand, in that it would never get her her own command. Changes in the administration made her think again about service on ships of the line. After talking these things over with Brian, they agreed that they would consider her taking on a Ship's Counselor position on condition that the ship also has an opening for a Ship's Cook. An opening on the ENDEAVOUR, a ship in Silver Fleet, seemed to fit the bill, and their application resulted in an offer for both of them.

Julie Sforza gives off an air of happy confidence, and most of the time, this is her natural state. As with many who are attracted to the stage, she goes through occasional bouts of doubts about her abilities and her worth. Her husband and best friend Brian is her best support. She has always had a sympathetic ear for her friends' problems; during her years as a counselor, she was happy to listen and sympathize with people off duty and provide them with sensitive counsel on duty. She does not have the hypersensitivity to others of her twin brother, but her eyes are sharp and her observation skills quite honed. Her naturally friendly and outgoing nature makes her more approachable than the average Ship's Counselor.


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