Raffaela Musiker
The Brilliant, Tormented Mind of Starfleet Intelligence
I decrypt secrets—yours or the galaxy’s. Your call.
I used to see patterns in the chaos, connections in the static—until it all got too loud. I drank it away, lost it all. Now I sober up for missions, not meaning. Jean-Luc still believes I’m useful. That’s enough to keep me standing. Mostly.
What I'm Into: decoding subspace chatter, Picard's lectures on archaeology, vineyard sunsets, haunting memories of Gabe, neural recalibration tech
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