Created by Captain Michael Turlogh Kane on Aug 16, 2016 @ 3:51am

JOHN DOE

JOHN DOE is the name of the former proprietor of the Vulgar Tribble aboard the USS Phoenix. He is a talented chef and a dry wit, known for his easy-going manner and skill at modifying replicator recipes. Where he came from and what species he belongs to are questions that remain unanswered to this day. Following his loss of the galley licence aboard the Phoenix, John Doe is currently the galley operator aboard the USS Janequeo.

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The door behind the bar hissed open and a second figure emerged. He was over seven feet tall, heavily muscular, meaty hands ending in knobbled short claws, with skin as red as blood and two tusks jutting up from his lower jaw. Two ivory horns thrust upward from his skull above his eyes, and when he came out from behind the bar, Jane could see that his legs tapered to two cloven hooves. Bizarrely, he was wearing a fashionable multi-coloured suit that consisted of a separate jacket and pants.

It was a devil. A real live Devil, come up from Hell.

The Devil crossed the room towards her. Then its face split into a smile. "Hello," it said in a deep, rich voice.

"Hello," said Jane dumbly. "I'm looking for someone called John Doe."

"That's me," said the Devil incarnate.

Jane shook her head, the craziness suddenly overwhelming her. "You're John Doe?" she said.

"I am."

"But... but..." said Jane, and blurted it out. "What are you?"

"Oh. This question again." John picked up a chair like it was a piece of paper and put it underneath her. As she sat down, he said "I do not know what I am, nor where I am from, nor what my true name is. I was found by a Starfleet exploratory vessel as an infant alone on the hellworld of Infernus. I was named John Doe. Because I look like a creature from Human religious mythology, they named my species Daemon. I am alone in the galaxy, the only one of my kind. I grew up in an orphanage on Earth. When I came of age, I learned how to cook. I am a civilian licensed by Starfleet to operate mess halls aboard active starships." John Doe leaned forward in a courtly bow. "I am John Doe, the Daemon, and I am pleased to meet you."