Elias "Eli" Trenor

Authored by Ryan Williams

Character Biography

STF Award Best X-Fleet Senior Officer 2025

Family:
Twin Sister: Alana Trenor (deceased)
Father: Samuel Trenor (deceased)
Mother: Miriam Trenor (deceased)

Elias “Eli” Trenor was born in 2353 on Marva IV, a once peaceful Federation colony that fell under Cardassian control following the Federation-Cardassian Treaty. Raised in a family of hardworking farmers and cargo transporters, Eli learned the art of piloting from a young age, often flying cargo shuttles to support the family business. Growing up alongside his twin sister, Alana, the two shared were inseparable.

In 2370, Eli’s world was shattered when Cardassian forces brutally murdered his entire family, including Alana, after they refused to abandon their home. No bodies were ever recoved from the site. The empty graves consumed him with grief and rage. Eli blamed Starfleet and the Federation for abandoning the colonists behind Cardassian lines, feeling betrayed by their failure to protect his family and friends. This tragic loss fueled his decision to join the Maquis, a resistance group fighting against Cardassian oppression.

As a member of the Maquis, Eli’s exceptional piloting skills made him a valuable asset. He flew covert missions, transporting supplies and personnel between resistance cells. His determination to protect his fellow Maquis fighters led him to train as a combat medic, learning to treat the injuries sustained during their skirmishes with the Cardassians. Eli’s leadership and bravery earned him high levels of respect within the Maquis community.

Dominion War erupted in 2373, the Maquis were facing annihilation. Despite his deep-seated distrust, Eli and his fellow Maquis reluctantly accepted help from Starfleet to combat their common enemy. Throughout the war, Eli served as a pilot and combat medic for the Maquis, collaborating with Starfleet only when necessary. He participated in key battles, including the retaking of Deep Space 9 and the Battle of Cardassia, where his quick thinking and resourcefulness saved many lives.

After the war ended in 2375, Eli refused offers of a Starfleet commission, remaining steadfast in his mistrust of the Federation. Instead, he returned to a life of smuggling and piracy, using his skills to navigate the fringes of Federation space.

Eli’s Current whereabouts’ is unkown though he was last seen on Nimbus III where he was jailed for fighting.

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Storytime on the Albatross

She felt his deep sadness and loss. The need to drown it. Vash pushed herself up slightly and reached out a hand and set it over his. She stared at him, not sure what to say. Compassion wasn’t something her life taught. Well, not a lot of it anyway.

Eli leaned forward patted the top of her hand with his then pulled away. “Ok I’m not great at this, that was my father’s gambit” he note. “Sit back and get comfortable.” he said staring off into space for a long breath it was unclear that he was going to start.

“Long ago, on a world dotted with windmills and fields full of all kinds of crops, there lived a tall farm boy. He loved two things more than life itself, flying cargo shuttles for his family’s harvest and sharing adventures with his twin sister.” he said the stem of sadness flashed on his face only a moment and then it was gone.
Vash grinned and wiggled and scooted around under the blanket pretending to get comfortable. She couldn’t remember anyone ever telling her a bedtime story.
Eli smiled warmly as she settled in, he and his sister would do the same thing. He continued.

The two would trace pictures in the clouds, and dream of racing through the stars. They dreamed of a life together bringing food to the other colonies that were filled with dust and mines. Life was good and full of prosperity, until the day the new rulers arrived, and darkness of the heart cast a great shadow on the surrounding systems.” he said remembering the day as if it were yesterday, the day Cardasian boots hit the ground.

“The new soldiers’ boots would come in rhythm and pain, the took land and fired the homes, they came for his home and his family was ordered to leave. To leave the home they had built. The twins’ parents refused “No, this is our land, our crop, or lives” he protested. So, the soldiers got angry, and in a moment his parents were gone, and the twins were in chains” he paused and got Vash another glass of water.

Vash listened quietly. His emotions were too poignant, too raw, for the story to be fake. He lived it. She took the glass and sat up a little to drink. “Thank you.” Then she laid back quietly.

Eli smiled, he was sure that she would feel what he was feeling, but he hoped it would comfort her a little too his presence and the lack of anyone she knew. ‘Where were those two anyway, they need to pay me.’ he thought.

It certainly allowed her to get a better sense of who he was, and that allowed her to at least to relax a little.
For two years, the two were enslaved and forced to mine, they were separated at night and when they behaved were allowed to work together during the day. They did not talk much about the nights but rather they continued to quietly dream of the day the would find a way out. So rumors and whispers of rebellion hit the camps and one day they found their opportunity. The ran through the mines in a silent sprint for freedom, but as the airshaft mine began to shed light, a blast for the soldiers caused a collapse. His sister was no more.

Vash could feel his grief and anger and the hollow hollowness. She drew in a quick breath and blinked to stop the golden tears from leaking out.
Grief found the boy quickly, and his heart became like cold iron. He blamed the distant council captains who pad promised protection, a protection that never came. He would not fail were they did he would protect and free his people anyway he could, led by the whispers of the dead.

He joined a band of rebels, who carried food, blankets, and hope to colonies trapped behind enemy lines. There the boy quickly becoming a man, danced through asteroids and shadows, slipping past patrols to bring hope to the lost. Battles raged as the boy became a man, and many of his friends and fellow warriors came back broken and dying. Throughout the studied and learned how to treat and care for those that made it back, going into battle to pull them out of the death fire and bring them to safety. Many years this continued and the young man, became older and his name was known throughout the region, hope for his people, despair for his enemies.

He was describing a hero and himself. She had a sense that he didn’t see himself that way, but embellished it for her sake. She nodded at his last part. “Good.... afraid.” She’d seen such things, and of course no Orion family would let something like that go. Revenge would be dealt.

The man’s infamy grew and soon he had found a woman to share his burden with, the war took her too, it took and took and till one day it stopped. The war of ,

‘Eli paused a second trying to get creative.’

Many flags began and took more from him and his people, from all people than could be recorded. A distant empire had come back, and all of known space erupted in the most brutal war any had seen. The rebels reluctantly set aside their grievances for the greater good, and he was forced to work with now with the council that abandoned him, he was given a command of his own and rained terror on the enemy. He lost another wife in that war hope of a family fading away forever.
When the war finally was over, he the damage was vast, the council grateful for his time and service offered him a badge and a ship to help keep the region safe from further harm, it would seem he had a choice to make.

He paused to see if she was still awake, looking at her he smiled.
She was most certainly awake. Vash was intelligent and could piece together broad facts and timelines. Who were the factions and councils? Who he fought for and against. The distant power. But 2 wives? His parents, his twin… such loss. She had the urge to hug him and take his grief away. It was a curious reaction because she’d never had such inclinations… except with Noril.

He continued.

The man was heartbroken, and the memories of how they had betrayed his family could not be swallowed so he declined and when to the darkest places, he lost himself in smuggling work something he was well known for. He soon gained the reputation of a killer, word of his speed with a gun and his temper spread throughout the underground community. Job after job he took but he could not stop thinking about the past, and darkness took him. Some say he helps where he’s need, some say he’s a stone-cold killer. Maybe there is truth in both, but most know him now as a killer.

Special thanks to Jennifer Ward for her contributions

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