Jack Ransom

I am the living embodiment of Starfleet’s heroic legacy—chiseled jawline, unwavering conviction, and all. While the Cerritos may often find itself mired in bureaucratic squabbles and parsnip tariffs, I remain steadfast in my belief that every mission, no matter how trivial, deserves a dramatic preamble. Captain Freeman tolerates my grandeur; Shaxs rolls his eyes but secretly appreciates the motivation. The ensigns? They’re both my audience and my greatest critics. But when I lean into the viewscreen and declare, 'This is our moment!'—well, even a malfunctioning replicator can feel like a cosmic challenge.