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Name: CylonXD Slade (Male) Date of Birth (Age): Unknown (Unknown) 350px
Species: Ferretian Place of Birth: Ferretia Prime
Nationality: Ferretian Ethnic Origin: Unknown
Languages: English
Physical information
Height: Unknown Weight: Unknown
Hair: Unknown Eyes: Unknown
Blood type: Biotic Synthesized Blood Medical Restrictions: None
Religion: Unknown
Other Important Medical Information: None
Other Identifying marks/Features: None
Maritial Status: Single Spouse None
Children None Mother Unknown
Father Unknown Siblings None
Starfleet Records
Service Number: SSN0265 Branch: Unassigned
Rank: Gunnery Sargeant Position: Unassigned
Current Assignment: Unassigned Security Clearance: Delta-1, Level-4
Status: Inactive
  • There's a man who leads a life of danger. To everyone he meets he stays a stranger, With every move he makes another chance he takes and Odds are he won't live to see tomorrow Slade's a Secret agent man, secret agent man and They've given him a number and taken away his name.

He bewares of pretty faces that he finds, he knows a pretty face can hide an evil mind - Ah, be careful what you say or you'll give yourself away - odds are you won't live to see tomorrow.

  • A Note from Slade's Diary during an Incident in another Universe...

There were a dozen dead bodies in the Euston Road, their outlines softened by the Black Dust. All was still, houses locked and empty, shops closed - but looters had helped themselves to wine and food, and outside a jewellers some gold chains and a watch were scattered on the pavement. I stopped, staring towards the sound. It seemed as if that mighty desert of houses had found a voice for its fear and solitude.

The desolating cry worked upon my mind. The wailing took possession of me. I was intensely weary, footsore, hungry and thirsty. Why was I wandering alone in this city of the dead? Why was I alive, when London was lying in state in its black shroud? I felt intolerably lonely, drifting from street to empty street, drawn inexorably towards that cry.

Abruptly, the sound ceased. Suddenly, the desolation, the solitude, became unendurable. While that voice sounded, London had still seemed alive. Now suddenly, there was a change, the passing of something - and all that remained was this gaunt quiet. I looked up and saw a third machine, It was erect and motionless, like the others. An insane resolve possessed me: I would give my life to the Martians, here and now!!

I marched recklessly towards the Titan and saw that a multitude of black birds was circling and clustering about the hood. I began running along the road. I felt no fear, only a wild, trembling exultation, as I ran up the hill towards, the motionless monster. Out of the hood hung red shreds, at which the hungry birds now pecked and tore. I scrambled up to the crest of Primrose Hill, and the Martian's camp was below me. A mighty space it was, and scattered about it, in their overturned machines, were the Martians - dead... slain, after all man's devices had failed, by the humblest things upon the Earth, Bacteria. Minute, invisible, bacteria!

Directly the Invaders arrived and drank and fed, our microscopic allies attacked them. From that moment - they were doomed!

The torment was ended. The people scattered over the country, desperate, leaderless, starved... the thousands who had fled by sea - including the one most dear to me - all would return. The pulse of life, growing stronger and stronger, would beat again.

As life returns to normal, the question of another attack from Mars causes universal concern. Is our planet safe, or is this time of peace merely a reprieve? It may be that, across the immensity of space, they have learned their lessons and even now await their opportunity. Perhaps the future belongs not to us - but to the Martians?

Personal / Professional History Starfleet Service Record
  • Resigned: 090316
  • Retired from Active Service: 100330
  • Return to Active Duty: 100509
  • Graduated Academy: 080725
  • Transferred to Communications Division: 080725
  • Chief Operations Officer, Pathfinder Research Facility:081113 to 090107
  • Transferred to Operations Branch: 080901
  • Joined Marine Reserves:081221 to 090316
  • Executive Officer, USS Shogun:090107 to 090212
  • Transferred to Starfighter Command: 090112
  • SFCSSC Division Lead:090212 to 090216
  • Joined the Academy: 090321
  • Graduated the Academy: 090709
  • Transferred to Marine Corps: 090709
  • Pathfinder Marine: 090709 to 090927
  • Transferred to Academy: 090927
  • Academy Professor:090927 to 100330
  • Drill Instructor, TRACOM, HQ: 100529 to 100802
  • Training Platoon Commander, Bravo Platoon, Marine HQ: 100802 to 101023
  • Marine Corp Historian, UF Starfleet Marine Corps:101023 to 110203
  • Head of UF Starfleet Marine Corp Tactical Operations: 110203 to 110419
  • Commanding Officer, Forces Command: 110419 to 110706
  • Sergant Major of the 4th MEF,SS Athena: 110706 to 120923
Academy Record
College of Command College of Operations College of Engineering
    No records on file.
College of Medical Sciences College of Academy Sciences College of Galactic Sciences
College of Security Sciences College of Cultural Studies College of History
    No records on file.
TRACOM Educational History Weapons Qualifications
  • Marine Basic Entry Course: 090323
  • Weapons 201: 081230
  • Weapons 101: 090322
  • Weapons Theory: 090328
Promotion History Awards

The Commandants AwardUFSA Achievement RibbonMayor Payne AwardRibbon of ValorMilesO'Brien AwardTun Tavern AwardSemper Fidelis CrossGood Conduct RibbonFirst Contact RibbonHonor Guard RibbonLifetime Service Award - 1 year

Medical History Reprimands
No records on file. No records on file.