Name: Roary O’Bannon
Race: Human
Gender: Male.
Age: 29 (by official Star Fleet records).
Height: 5 foot, 9 inch’s.
Build: While he appears a little bit thinner than average person of his size, He is extremely fit and flexible, plus he has great mussel definition.
Hair Color: Short black wavy.
Eye Color: Bright emerald green.
Home Planet: Earth, Ireland.
Rank: Lieutenant.
Family: In this dimension his family wants nothing too do with him . In the negative dimension he knows of no surviving relatives.
Education: An apprentice to one of the best star ship engineers in the negative dimension, plus a life time there trying too survive.
Psionic Ability: Limited Telepathic resistance only.
Interests: Survival, keeping fit and flexable, astronomy, reading adventure novels.
History:
‘What moral defect?’ You may ask. His moral defect was that he thought that murder, torture, blackmail and all the other ways one acquired power in his dimension was wrong. That plus a tendency to want to do his best at what ever task he was doing, would get him noticed by whatever superiors he was working under at the time, promoted to a special project that usually meant tighter monatring under a more paranoid superior who would eventually want too kill Roary, as he was a threat to his superiors position. Roary would leave (read- get the hell out of there before he had a unfortunent accident with a exploding do-hicky / falling weight / malfunctioning gizmo) and be hunted by whatever faction he left due too their wanting to keep his skills and knowledge to themselves, as a engineer is worth his weight in latinum, and Roary was a good engineer. And that is how Roary lead most of his life after leaving Duff. Running from one group, hiding in another until they got too possessive, then running from them....
Duff helped where and when he could. One day Roary was ready to give up and let his pursuers do what they wish to him . Duff appeared and dragged Roary to a nearby bolt hole. There Duff explained that he had heard stories about places where not everybody was a self-centered megalomaniac. Places that the nobler attributes of the psyche were considered strengths, not flaws. And as Roary had always tried to do what he considered right and had not given in too the power-hungry ways of ‘normal’ society that he should try and find one of these places of legend to live. Just as Duff finished telling him this, one of Roary’s persewers found them and opened fire.. Disintegrating Duff on the spot. For the first time in his life Roary ‘wanted’ too kill some one and that someone was right in front of him. Before the gunman knew what was happening he became a slowly cooling corpse lying at a very unnatural angle on the ground.. This was the first time Roary had killed without it being the only way to escape.
Duff had spent the last moments of his life explaining how proud he was that Roary had not become twisted and self-serving like nearly everybody else in this universe, and the first thing Roary did when Duff was gone was kill.. no kill was not the right word.. ‘Murder’ another person. That scared him, it scared him greatly.
That was 8 years ago. Roary has been trying to find these place’s that Duff had told him about. But all he found were more problems. As he traveled his skill only got better, and as his skills got better, bigger and more powerful people wanted those skills under their exclusive control. And so one day one of the groups that Roary had escaped from decided that if they could not have him working for them then no one would and proceeded to hunt Roary down to eliminate him. They found him stowed away aboard a cargo ship headed for Earth The ensuing chase ran all over the ship, but they final trapped him in the cargo hold and slowly moved in for the kill. There was no way to escape, they had secured all the exits out of the cargo bay he could think off and there were way to many of them for him too over power. But he was not about leave this life without a fight. He moved through the stacks of cargo not as the hunted, but as the hunter.
Striking quickly but quietly he had managed to take down 6 of his opponents before he was ambushed. A disrupter rifles retort sounded, it’s overcharged crackling bolt came hurtling at him as he tried diving for cover, but it was too late, he was too slow, he though his luck had run out.... As the bolt impacted his hand brush against what appeared to be a normal looking cargo drum, but this was no ordinary cargo drum. It was a ancient artifact from a far-off world that had become lost in the chaos of the negative dimension constant power plays and ended up here as nothing more as dead weight aboard a old cargo ship. There was a flash of light... A instant of pain as every atom of his being was ripped apart from every other atom and then squeezed back together again. He opened his eyes. Next to him was a pile of ashes were the drum had been but everything else was different. First there was the lighting in the cargo bay, it was bright and clear. Second was that all of the cargo piles were different in shape and placement. And third was the air, it was fresh and did not reek of being used as a waste storage area.
A well groomed young woman enter several seconds later and looked up from the PADD she was using in surprise. "Ar, Lt O’Bannon what are you doing here ?". Thinking quick he replied "I thought I heard a strange noise from in here, and was just checking it out". The young officer then noticed a cut on Roary’s arm that he had received only moments ago while fighting for his life," Sir are you all right, that cut looks bad . Maybe you should go to the sickbay and have it looked at?". Roary then noticed the way she was dressed, a clean, crisp noble looking uniform that just seemed to radiate honor and pride. While he was dressed in a old dirty and faded jumpsuit that was nearly the direct opposite of the way she was dressed. Replying before the question was asked he answered," I was on my way back to my quarters after visiting the entertainment area so I have not had a time to change". She seemed to accept his answer and left. Several tense minutes went by as he waited for a squad of armed guards to enter the area a blast him to pieces or for his mind to realize that he was dead and to forget about this hallucination and get on with being dead. But nothing happened. No one came in shooting, his mind kept ticking over with no sign of switching off. So he decided to play along with this game a bit longer to see if he could figure it out.
After several minutes, some fast talking, careful observation and a bit of luck he made it to ‘HIS’ room, which he didn’t leave for three days.
Over those three day he accessed the ships computer (their security systems are not as good as they think they are) and found out what/ where/ when he was. As far as Roary can figure out SOMEHOW he was switched to another dimension, into the exact location of his twin in this dimension., and his twin was switch to where he was. He had heard of things like this happening before, and knew that it could be plausible for it to be done, (warp travel breaks a couple of dimensional rules alone) but he always believed these type of dimensional crossovers were freak accidents, if he believed them at all. But now it had happened to him. He thought about going to the Ship’s Captain and explaining what happened. From what he has read about this dimensions residents, they seem to fit the noble, respectful, honorable people that he had heard about in the story Duff had told him about before he was killed. He was certain that they would try to return him to his own dimension so they could get their Roary O’Bannon back. But there’s the problem.
He was sure that his twin would have been blasted to pieces as soon as he appeared, fancy clothes or no. As from what Roary can figure out the switch was instantaneous. And as this dimensions Roary O’Bannon seemed to be a complete and utter bastard (in fact he would have fitted really well into the other dimension) His family has practically disowned him, all of his officer evaluation reports sited that even though he was a effective engineer that he ‘irritated’ other crew members to put it mildly. So why shouldn’t Roary just take over his twin’s place in this dimension and live a better life then his twin ever would. Let’s face it , he likes it here. The foods good and plentiful, the water isn’t mixed with who knows how many different poisonous chemicals, the air is clean and fresh, and most of all people aren't out to kill him because he won’t help them build there latest ‘special project’.
He’s even happy to do the job that his twin use to do. Hey from what he’s read about the abilities of this dimensions Roary O’Bannon, he could easily replace him. And since his twin was on route to join up with his new posting no one should be able to spot the little differences between his twin and himself. Especially since Roary’s got three weeks to read up on his twin’s history and how this Star Fleet group he’s just joined expects him too act ( he’s done more difficult things in his time). One things for sure, he’s not going to be a pain in the neck and be a lot more personable then his twin was.....
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