Ensign Neha Kavi
Ensign Neha Kavi
Hannah Simone
Hannah Simone as Neha Kavi
Name: Neha Kavi
Alias: Kavs
Age: 25
Hair & Eyes: Chocolate Brown Hair & Golden Brown Eyes
Faction: Military
Position: Ensign - Communications Officer (CIC)
Colony: Caprica
Play Times: Varies

Biographical Info


People have always fascinated me. Their hopes, their trials, their joys and sorrows, their fears… from bizarro stuff that has happened, down to the humorous, the profound and the sublime, there simply is something divine about a different perspective. It's inspiring. There is even a certain kind of beauty to the most horrible of experiences. Perhaps it lies in a person's ability to rise above it and make something better.

Even before I took-up residence in my mother's womb, I'd been immersed in different cultures. It's in my DNA, you see. My family tree is so far-sweeping and diverse, it's more like a forest. Between siblings, cousins, aunts and uncles, I had relatives on all the Colonies, and I loved nothing more than to visit them and listen to their stories, to marvel at the differences and the sameness.

Growing up in a place as intercolonial and cosmopolitan as Caprica City was a true blessing. The countless cultural offerings were vast and varied, and there was an endless ebb and flow of interesting folk coming from and going to interesting places. It was social anthropology at some of its finest. Always, I was so keen to learn about others — their tales as individuals, their roles in the greater whole. It didn't matter whether this knowledge came from books, lectures, or personal conversations. I absorbed whatever I could, however I could.

Ever since I was a child, I was compelled to preserve who someone is, what they've seen, where they've been, and what that want to still do. It came as no surprise that this great love of mine manifested as a career in documentary journalism. My passion to learn about others was augmented by my keen desire to share what I learned.

Eventually, my films and audio anthologies were noticed, and I was given an opportunity to reach even more people when Colonial Public Broadcasting contracted me to produce a show. Primarily a journalistic non-fiction program, This Colonial Life, as it was called, also featured essays, memoirs, field recordings, short fiction, and found footage from all the Colonies. Each week's show loosely centered on a particular theme, usually explored in several acts, that showed the common thread that linked us all.

I'll admit that the critical acclaim felt wonderful. What mattered the most, though, is how deeply it resonated with the audience. The letters we received from our listeners were so moving, coming from all over the Colonies. Such a source of pride. So many stories. So many voices. So many connections. It was humbling and uplifting, at the same time.

Six months after our first episode aired, innumerable of those stories were cut short, those voices silenced, those connections permanently severed. Truly, it was a Holocaust, so much lost. I and a few of my crew were en route to conduct an interview when War Day dawned. By virtue of being aboard the Elpis, we managed to avoid the same fate. How we lasted so long before the Kharon found us is quite the story, in and of itself. Not everyone made it, though, as my camera can woefully attest.

Among those of us who did, though, we were posed with two options: join the ranks of the military or settle in one of few refugee camps. I chose the former, as did the other TCL family members who survived. After all, in order for there to be stories to tell, there needs to be people to tell them. We had skills we could adapt to best serve humanity by serving aboard the ship. Every person we manage to save is another tale that can be told. Besides, I have no doubt that there are plenty of interesting events to chronicle aboard the Kharon.


Neha had at least one immediate or extended family member living on each Colony. Apart from a cousin who was with her aboard the Elpis and now on the Kharon, she has no idea how many, if any, of her relatives may have managed to survive.


  • Degrees in anthropology and media communications form Caprica University.

Reputation (or Mil. Service)

Civilian: Once upon a time, Neha was a documentary journalist, working in both film and radio. She hosted and produced an acclaimed weekly audio program called This Colonial Life, which has been described as "capturing contemporary culture in fresh and inventive ways that mirror the diversity and eccentricities of its subjects". Listeners and critics have called her likable, engaging, and thought-provoking.

Military: Rescued from the Elpis, Neha now serves as a Communications Officer aboard the Kharon. Highly adept at dealing with the craziness and pressures of media broadcasting, she's trying to adapt to the CIC's flavor of craziness and pressures.

Distinguishing Features

Babygirl's got:

  • That silky, soothing 'radio' voice
  • Almond-shaped, golden-brown eyes
  • Sweet caramel skin
  • Warm chocolate hued hair
  • A bright, friendly smile
  • Some badonkadonk
  • Zero liquor tolerance and less than zero chance of teetotalism



  • Documentary Journalism
  • Anthropology & Cultural Studies
  • Broadcasting Communications
  • Can 'get by' speaking Kashmiri and Thracian; has some knowledge of Mierce
  • Rump shaking
  • Able to eloquently converse with Praxis and guttermouth with the Stick Jockeys and Groundpounders

On the Grid

Known Associates

Mugshot The Skinny
Captain Praxis "Knight" Demitros: Boss Man. Fellow Caprica University alumnus. (Go, Goats!)
Ensign Hadjara Sharifa: ECM

Timeline of Events

Title Date Summary Other Participants
Mixed Signals PH#222 Roubani tracks down a comms officer, on the matter of the transmitter exorcised from the hull. Roubani
Measure x Measure - 42. It's Always 42. PH#220 The final battle of 42, and a massive boarding action that takes place primarily in CIC. Ashe, Barghest, Cinder, Damon, Epi, Homer, Kappel, Legacy, Parts, Peri, Praxis, Rian, Salazar, Tiera & pilots
Measure x Measure - 12.47.37 - CIC PH#220 A CAP is engaged a little further afield from the Kharon than usual during a 42 attack. Hadjara, Praxis & pilots
Measure x Measure - CIC PH#218 Waves of Cylon craft come out of FTL over the orbit of Solon II. Kharon is quickly overwhelmed and is forced to egress after an evacuation. Hadjara, Praxis, Tiera & pilots


"Go, Goats!" to Praxis
"Hermes' speed!" to the pilots

"Zeus' Mighty Wang!"
"By Poseidon's briny beard!"
"Aphrodite's sweet teat!"


  • Getting to know people
  • Stories
  • Diversity
  • Common threads
  • Wacky hijinks
  • Paradigm shifts
  • Tasty food
  • Citrus scents
  • Inspiring and being inspired
  • Being the friendly voice guiding the troops home


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