Star Trek: Starbase 777 - mirror-au-submission

Name: Lorin Age: 39 Pronouns: She/Her Species: Vulcan/Human hybrid Personality: A follower of Surak, Mirror Lorin is reserved and very much logical. She comes off as an asshole, however, and doesn’t hold much respect for those she views as illogical. She is loyal to the Galactic Commonwealth, though, and considers peace and stability to be very important. Faction: Galactic Commonwealth Division: Science Rank: Lt. Commander Position: ACSO Appearance: Lorin has all the features of a typical Vulcan, with straight dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. She is muscular but only 5’5. Backstory: Lorin is the hybrid child of a Vulcan mother and a Human father. She never strayed from Vulcan logic in any way, causing herself a great deal of harm in doing so but fearing isolation from her peers if she did anything else. When she was 18, she joined the Commonwealth as a science officer. She served for 21 years across four postings, including Starbase 777. Her first posting was an outpost on a planet called Thealin III. After seven years here, though, a virus swept through the outpost. Lorin managed to find a cure for this virus and save the survivors, though, and she never contracted it herself. She decided to leave the outpost, though, as she realized that she did not want to spend her life there. (edited)

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After this posting, she married the Vulcan man she was promised to when she was a child. He decided to follow her through all her postings, as he was a science officer too. Her next posting was on Starbase 690, a base out in deep space devoted to scientific research. Lorin excelled in this posting, leading many scientific explorations and going above and beyond in her job. However, she was only there for three years, since a reactor failure caused the starbase to become uninhabitable. Lorin left the starbase once problems started to arise, coward that she was. Her third posting was on yet another starbase. She was here for seven years. The most notable thing she did here was to save an inhabited planet from an ecological disaster by locating old and failing power plants and stopping them from releasing toxins into the atmosphere. After that, she moved to 777 with her husband and served there for four years before the year of the RP. (edited)

• Name: Elwyn Preston • Age: 20 • Pronouns: She/They • Species: Android • Personality: Friendly, very bubbly, very loyal, and yet simultaneously won't hold back from stabbing a bitch, or worse. She will apologise afterwards, though! • Appearance: See picture + Quite a few weapons on her person at all times, including knives, disruptors, a phaser, and a sword she 'acquired' from someone she 'dealt with'. • Faction: The Terran Empire • Division: Security • Rank: Lieutenant • Position: Chief Security Officer, IKS Eventide • Backstory: Elwyn was created in 2393 by a scientist on Earth who thought he'd quite like to create sentient life. He liked to play god, a lot, but Elwyn was the first sentient being he had actually managed to create. Throughout her early life Elwyn was bullied and assaulted in one way or another for being an android but carried on regardless, frankly not giving much of a shit. Over time she slowly gained the ability to flat out threaten people to the extent where she got well left alone, but that didn't always work out for her, leading to her having to defend herself against groups of thugs, which usually resulted in her killing the majority of them. She usually did chores for her creator as, well, he created her and she really had no say in the matter as she still quite liked him and didn't want to abandon him. A little later in life she found herself having interest took in her by an Imperial Starfleet officer who frequently visited where she lived with her creator. This officer knew Elwyn was good at defending herself, and could even seemingly switch from friendly and polite to a deadly, pissed off android within a nanosecond as she had witnessed it herself when Elwyn got jumped by some wannabe robbers. This lead to her getting the 'opportunity' to join Imperial Starfleet as a Security officer. Throughout her career she, like all Imperial officers, had to kill to get further up in the chain, which also made her a bigger target. It was quite common for her to be insulted or for someone to attempt to kill her by some means or another, but in the end she managed to become the Chief Security Officer of the IKS Eventide and, aside from a few minor 'injuries' here and there, was still alive and well. (edited)

Name: Maggie Roode Age: 40 Pronouns: She/Her Species: Human Personality: Maggie is a sadist, taking pleasure in the pain of those around her. She takes a sick kind of joy in watching blood spill and spill onto her sliver locks, and the screams that her victims take from her various ways of inflicting pain. If there’s a way to cause pain she will make it so, and her mastery of knives makes her no slouch in a fight. Faction: Terran Empire Division: Tactical Rank: Lieutenant Position: Interrogator Appearance: Some might call Maggie an Amazon, and they would be quite right. Standing in at 6’6” and being made almost 100% out of pure muscle, she’s a imposing force in any bundling, her scarred arms and legs add to this. She’s also missing an organic eye, replaced with a deep red replacement that can act as a scanner of a body to find the best pain points, and a general scanner. Her sliver hair is normally in some form of pony tail, only allowing her hair down in the heat of torture to paint it red. TW: Abuse Backstory: The bastard child of Tina Roode and Leon Fray who was raised in Toronto under her mothers thumb. Maggie was constantly put through harsh training to be the very best in her field, taught the art of combat and how to properly kill. This was obviously abusive as hell, as she was beaten and scarred by her mother until at the age of 16, Maggie couldn’t take it any more and ended her mother with a knife to the neck. Tina’s last act was taking Maggie’s eye out as she died, leading to her permanent disfigurement. Maggie wandered alone for a year, until she was recruited for the empire and began to serve for them as a torture expert. Breaking and ending many spies, traitors and innocents who has done nothing wrong, her mind becoming as crazed as a blood stained blade. Maggie now serves on the IKS Eventide as a force to be reckoned with, and a source of fear to those who would harm the empire, (edited)

• Name: Clytemnestra Valeria Agrippina • Age: 29 • Pronouns: She/Her • Species: Magna Roma • Personality: Agrippina is aggressive and bold while being acutely aware of herself. Being used to betrayal in Magna Roman society, she knows that her position as quartermaster facilitates that and has used it strongly to help allies in the past, as without her they just have an emergency phaser pistol to kill their ranking officer. However, she always watches her back, and keeps in mind that dead men can tell no tales of her involvement. She is very dominant in situations where it applies, disliking when her authority she strove for is questioned. • Appearance: Agrippina stands at 190.2 centimetres. Her hair is brown and almost always tied into a bun, but naturally runs long, but it is rarely ever like this. Her eyes are a striking green colour that can be intimidating. Her body is muscular all over and she likes to show it off when it applies in the situation. Her normal uniform is adorned by a purple sash to denote her role as a haruspex and augur which she has allowed herself by punching anyone who disagrees and plotting to stab them in the back. • Faction: Terran Empire • Division: Operations • Rank: Lieutenant • Position: IKS Eventide Chief Quartermaster • Backstory: Agrippina was born the fourth child and first daughter in a branch of the Valerii family on Magna Roma. Both her parents were of nobility, wed through a forced marriage where the woman was considered property of the man. It is this environment in which Agrippina grew up around, her mother secretly giving her the name Clytemnestra on the hope that Agrippina would once throw off the need for an uncaring man and pursue what's best for her. And this really seemed to be her destiny. By the time of puberty it was mostly decided who she'd be married to, and Agrippina seemed to have some sense of luck compared to many girls, she was promised to a boy her age named Domitianus who was the son of a family friend. Before this point, the relationship between Agrippina and Tiberius was minimal, but when they were properly introduced it soon blossomed into a friendship, both unaware of the true reason for their meeting. By their teens, Tiberius had made it open to Agrippina that he was gay, and asked Agrippina to keep it a secret with the cloak of their marriage, she agreed strongly. They were married in a civil ceremony, one where Agrippina retained wealth and independence under the law, allowing her to become her father's heir. In her family, there were no boys born after her, only a younger sister before her mother was too old to bear any more children. So for Agrippina, the key to her ageing father's wealth would be a blade used on her brothers. She was trained as a haruspex and augur, one who could divinely interpret the future, and using this role, she began to spout prophecies and predictions surrounding how the family may crumble through various methods, and how her brothers were doomed for death or worse. She planned their murders with the help of Domitianus; the eldest brother being unfortunately stabbed in an alleyway, second eldest fell from his horse during a hunt and broke his neck, the last drowned in his own bath, these were all done by Domitianus. Her father was disheartened by the unfortunate deaths, blinded by faith in what Agrippina predicted to think they were murders. He died of the stress soon after, Agrippina being his heir as eldest child. With her having beat the odds of this unfair system, she used her acquired wealth to bribe and backstab her way into Terran Starfleet, keeping herself content with a background position while advancing her "husband's" career, who also happened to push through requests for her own promotion. In the end, she has become the facilitator of murders in her various positions, beginning to collect proclivities and galactic rarities for display and use, explicitly an axe modelled on the one Clytemnestra used to kill Agamemnon. (edited)

Name: Voris Sirek Age: 46 years Pronouns: He/Him It/Its Species: Andorian-Vulcan hybrid Personality: In contrast to the prime version, Voris is often smug and cocky. At times he may be arrogant and does not take criticism too well. He has no regards for his patients' comforts, and some may even say he feeds off of their pain in enjoyment. Appearance: He looks the same just as the prime counterpart, 6'7 tall, blue skin, antennae, pointed ears... e.t.c. However there are some notable differences. This Voris does not lack any teeth and are in perfect order. He still has curly hair but it now has an undercut, and swept to his left to show the cybernetics on the right side of his face. His right eye and ear are both robotic. Faction: Terran Empire Division: Medical Rank: Lieutenant Position: Assistant Chief Medical Officer (IKS Eventide) Backstory: TW WARNING FOR UNSETTLING TOPICS Orphaned from the start, the young Voris had been taken under the wing of a pair of Imperial Starfleet scientists. They were never strict... though they often encouraged Voris' questionable curiousity to see how.. some of his "experiments" would respond. (tw for animal cruelty) He had taken some of the technologies from his caregivers and tried to replace the entire organ system of his pet warrigul. Which... it worked for a week before it died of complications... Voris had already done multiple experiments that would definitely raise concerns for those with morals, but the 13 year old claimed it was for medical research. He immediately went to start his medical career at the age of 18. Voris knew it meant he had to kill to climb up his ranks, though never on a spree. He always guised... as someone innocent in Imperial Starfleet. Though during this, he would also do his... "medical practices" on his rivals. If the experiment failed? At least thats less competition to worry and more notes for the future. Voris took advantage of lurking in the background most of the time, if he didn't get too much attention, he wouldn't be at risk of being killed. Though at the age of 34, he decided his skills were good enough... to test it on himself. It would have been a success had he been more careful on his detail. The doctor costed his eye and ear for this, and whatever sanity he had. The bionic eye and ear only really kept normal senses... and gave him more tics. He eventually reached to his posting on the Eventide after his latest success.... his medical masterpiece, Lyrat. (edited)

• Name: T’Pir (~~Evoras~~) • Age: 46 • Pronouns: she/her • Species: Vulcan • Personality: She seems relatively harmless at first, especially if you aren’t aware of her rank, which is a prime example of how impressions can be quite deceiving. Similarly she isn't particularly Vulcan in any way aside from looks until the situation shifts to matters related to her work. If you see her then it becomes quite clear why her reputation is what it is. Cold as ice, quick, efficient, paranoid and with no apparent morals of her own. • Appearance: Very long hair that’s nearly always worn open, yes it does get in the way, but it’s a flex ok? To be completely honest she doesn’t look like much, there are no scars (in areas that would show on a day to day basis) and while she’s tall at 6’3’’ she doesn’t look particularly strong • Faction: The Terran Empire • Division: Tactical • Position: Chief Tactical Officer • Rank: Lieutenant Commander • Backstory: Evoras’ parents were, surprisingly enough, part of the resistance, not that anyone alive aside from herself would know that. She was shown how to handle weapons as soon as her father thought she understood to be careful with them, partially out of her own interest and partially just in case. Her childhood was spent on a ship up until the point at which it was captured. During the capture of the ship she shot and likely killed some people, though she can’t say that she recalls whether it was two or a dozen. (edited)

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TW: Abuse (I think that's what that counts as?)& a bunch of peeps getting killed She ended up as a prisoner to a semi high ranking member of the KCA who thought it rather amusing that a lanky twelve year old had killed some of her men. Evoras refused to talk to anyone for weeks until she started threatening to kill the other people that had been captured from her parent’s ship. Evoras introduced herself as T’Pir, a name she has since stuck by for matters related to ‘work’. For the next few years T’Pir was trained in combat and put up against other prisoners for her ‘employer’s’ entertainment. A lost fight meant one more of the people she knew got killed. They ‘kindly’ left her mother until the others were all gone. After that she was put up against people for a while longer until it was decided she might as well do something useful, by killing political opponents. This ended up being a dreadful idea, because it gave T’Pir the range of motion to plan an escape and all the inhabitants of a certain KCA member’s household were found dead one day, or most of them anyway, because T’Pir was well on her way across the galaxy. For a few months she kept herself above the water as a hitwoman until she ended up on Terra where she signed up to Imperial Starfleet on a whim. She somehow ended up as a glorified executioner, a task that she refuses to outsource to anyone else up until this day. Sometimes she makes a person watch and then keeps them alive to send them back to their enemies. Her official speciality is space tactics, a field of study that she actually quite enjoys. Surprising no one, she's not quite the biggest fan of these peace talks. (edited)

This is for @Eshirinora Zh'vanshro because they had trouble pasting it here

• Name: Eshirinora Zh’nirhas • Age: 25 • Pronouns: Feminine • Species: Andorian • Personality: Shira is the picture-perfect Andorian: Cunning, ruthless, and bold. She has been molded by harsh training by her father and rigorous teaching by her mother into the perfect officer. Nevertheless, there are parts of Shira that disdain all the fighting and killing; sometimes she just wants to run away and live a more peaceful life. But her duty to the Terran Empire forbids it, and so here she is. • Appearance: Shira is a muscular woman, with darker blue skin than the average Andorian, and stark white hair kept short. There is light scarring on her right cheek and shoulder from minor shrapnel damage. • Faction: Terran Empire • Division: Tactical • Rank: Lieutenant Commander • Position: ACTO • Backstory: Shira was born and raised on Andoria, where she excelled in beating the hell out of people, especially her martial arts opponents. She had even accidentally killed one by the age of 16. Upon turning 18, she began Imperial Starfleet training, following in her father’s footsteps and becoming a tactical officer for the Terran Empire. Shira served as an interrogator and weapons master for the Empire on multiple different ships, all three of which she escaped the destruction of while the captains did not. Most recently, she served aboard the ISS Eventide, where through a series of stabbings most of her superior officers were killed. It being an open secret that it was her doing, she of course was the one to take the position of Assistant Chief Tactical Officer. (edited)

Name: Jayrehi M’Kahl Age: 24 Pronouns: She/Her Rank: Lieutenant Species: Trill Personality: Jayrehi is calm and controlled, someone you could hardly call timid. She comes across as very confident, but not cocky, even a bit too polite at times, but always doing her best to watch her back. Despite her confident, hard-shelled demeanor, there is a depressing feeling of loss within her, because the thing she truly wants, and is truly searching for, is her innocence. Faction: Terran Empire Division: Engineering. Position: ACEO Appearance: Jayrehi is short, standing at 5’4, and sports a wolfcut. In this universe, she does not wear glasses, and wears contact lenses instead. (edited)

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Backstory: TW: Mentions of abuse, indirect gore (?) Jayrehi M’Kahl was born to Maiya and Hursan M’Kahl. Both of her parents were notorious intelligence officers within the empire, who carried a reputation of killing others without any obvious trace, a skill their daughter would pick up. Despite this reputation, they treated their daughter will an unheard of level of kindness within the empire, raising her much like a “Non-Terran” would. It would soon be found that the two were really double agents, working with a a section of the commonwealth to kill high priority targets and take their positions, creating seemingly legitimate and reckless accidents which led to more death and chaos. The two would be hunted down fiercely, and have been reported as deceased. Their daughter was essentially kidnapped by a former friend of the M’Kahl’s, James McCarthy, who by then was a well known Admiral within the empire. McCarthy molded Jayrehi into becoming his ideal protégé, mentally and verbally abusing her, to the point she never found the courage to kill him. It was basically a-given that she would join the Imperial Starfleet, whether she liked it or not. And as quickly as she entered active service aboard the Eventide, she already was gaining a similar reputation that her parents once held, though she very rarely killed someone directly. Regardless of how she did it (which was always mechanical in someway), or how often she did, it would always be highly gruesome. Despite this, she never killed a lot, finding it rather stupid to kill people who are capable and effective at their work simply due to petty arguments. She started out manipulating circumstances to further her career, and incapacitating others to make her the only one available to perform crucial tasks (most of which she set up). Eventually, she felt no need to do this, and she gained the rank of Lieutenant with the position of ACEO rather soon, perhaps too soon. (edited)

• Name: Satak th'Melan Aylek • Age: 30 • Pronouns: He/Him. • Species: Romulan. • Personality: Satak's personality can be described as quiet and reserved on the surface. He is a cunning social tactician, however, and knows how to manipulate people to suit his ends. He considers life and peace to be good goals, however, much of his reasoning for siding with the Commonwealth. He is a textbook Romulan, showing little emotion on the surface and being fairly open to knocking his enemies down. He enjoys a good game of mental chess. • Appearance: A 6'8 muscled man with a consistently cleanly-shaven look. • Faction: The Galactic Commonwealth. • Division: Operations. • Rank: Lieutenant. • Position: Chief Operations Officer. • Backstory: Contrary to his prime counterpart, Satak's bodyswap occurred much earlier and encompassed his entire memorable life. At the age of 7, his Terran parents submitted their daughter (him at the time) for an experiment through a waning anomaly for pull in the Terrans' scheme of maltreating species and a blatant disregard for their own children. The experiment was a success, the swap complete, (death -->) though the romulan in Satak's old body perished due to the stress. Satak was then disowned and taken in by blood parents, molded into a formidable and strong young man. In his teens, his early life was but a non-memorable blur, the trauma of it all lost to the loss of early memories and the toughness of the universe pushing him to be better. The Romulan homeworld provided them the opportunity to raise Satak as the model Romulan, him going through the same general teachings. With adulthood came family, and he had a son of his own much like the prime universe. He gravitated towards the Commonwealth for life and stability (and hatred of the Terrans' conquering of his peoples' homeworld in the earlier years- they were a part of the Commonwealth now). He rose through the ranks and did his job decently.

• Name: Solait Renakir ir-Biscae tr'Torre'vnau (Solait tr'Torre'vnau for the roster) • Age: 30 • Pronouns: He/Him • Species: Romulan/Reman • Personality: Solait is a natural born leader, he is confident and sure of himself. He is a proud Romulan who is proud of his achievements, but he also tends to be overconfident and bold. He is a quick thinker, but also impulsive. He has lived by the "shoot first, ask question later" motto most of his life. He is still trying to adjust to life in the Commonwealth where he doesn't have to kill people to survive. • Appearance: Solait has long, straight, black hair that he ties up in a pony tail. He has prominent forehead ridges and floppy ears. He wears heavy green make up around his eyes as well as his lips and his skin is grey. He does not wear sunglasses like his regular counterpart. (Drawing attached is just a draft) • Faction: Galactic Commonwealth • Division: ACOO • Rank: Lieutenant • Position: 777 ACOO • Backstory: Solait was born from the union of a Romulan and a Reman on Remus in Biscae Village. His childhood was filled with turmoil and fighting amongst his peers, he even led a gang. He was given the name 'Solait' by his Romulan father , coming from an ancient Romulan poem meaning 'Light Bearer', which is why he clings to the name even if he is known as 'Renakir' amongst the Remans. At the time of the Romulan Supernova, everyone was rushing onto the transports to escape. There was only room on the transport for one more person and Cerrub, Solait's father, handed him over to his Reman mother Jianux to take to Rator III. On Rator III, Solait lived with his mother under the rule of the Terran Empire. He quickly learned how to play the game and stopped at nothing to come out on top. Jianux disliked her son's fierce energy and warned him not to cause too much trouble, but Solait's energy was unstoppable. On Rator III, Solait's family was just another Reman family trying to survive under the Terran Empire. He had a lot of 'allies' that he pushed around to reach his goals. He was popular for his handsome looks and piercing gaze. In his gang he was even known as 'Emperor Solait'. Solait was great with gadgets, creating a whole bunch of technology for him and his crew to use. When he was old enough, he enlisted in the Terran Empire as an OPS officer. Solait and his crew planned to joined the Empire to get within the ranks and dismantle the organisation. The crew dreamed of freeing the Romulan and Reman people from the Empire. Solait stabbed his way to the top, literally taking out anyone above him and eventually he got control of his own vessel set up a number of attacks against Terran Empire bases. He was still in contact with his crew and they all agreed to launch a sudden attack on the Empire, assuming they were going to lose their lives in the fight. (tw: death/murder, killing your own family)Solait's ship did not make it, but instead of dying with his crew, Solait made it out on a shuttle and headed to Rator III to try and get his family. Solait told his family that he was on the run and all them were in danger. His mother and the rest of his Reman family refused to leave and instead wanted to disown Solait. Not liking this, Solait and his family started fighting, resulting in Solait killing them all. All alone, he left Rator III in his shuttle and was found by a Commonwealth ship. To his surprise, the commander of the ship was his very own brother, Rai! Rai welcomed Solait with open arms and invited him to join the Commonwealth. (edited)

• Name: Tamura T'lai (however they refuse to use Tamura, preferring their Vulcan family name – if they ever use it anyways) • Age: 36 • Pronouns: They/Them • Species: Vulcan/Human Hybrid (Their human heritage is kept hidden) • Personality: They were raised to ignore their emotions, to focus only on their ambition, on their hatred, on their Anger, but that was never them in any sense. They could put up a front, they could wear a mask of cruelty, but beneath it was pure logic, pure reason, and the belief that things could be done a better way. From a young age, they were able to access the teachings of Surak, albeit secretly, and those teachings have defined much of their life. Overall they exhibit excellent emotional control, and an intensely analytical mind, however, they sometimes slip into the self that they were trained to be, hardening and cold, though this only tends to happen under high stress situations. What they refuse to show, is the insecurity beneath it all, as they fully believe that anything but pure dedication would get them killed. • Appearance: They appear to be a typical Vulcanoid, greenish skin, straight dark hair, and dark eyes. They are tall, very tall, with a muscular build – more muscular than their prime universe counterpart. Their hair itself is kept cropped in the same manner as their Prime Universe counterpart, maybe just a touch shorter in the back. Their distinguishing features are mostly in the form of scars, such as the nasty one that reaches from the right corner of their mouth to below the left corner of their right eye. They still wear their glasses, and they don the Medical Uniform of the Commonwealth. Most notably they are missing their right arm, having lost it in an attempt on their life. It has been replaced with a prosthetic. • Faction: The Galactic Commonwealth • Division: Medical • Position: Assistant Chief Medical Officer and Nurse • Rank: Lieutenant

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• Backstory: Born in Japan, Tamura T'lai was abandoned into the care of their grandparents at the age of three – though given a rather cryptic message, hidden in a pendant that was given to them to safeguard. Their childhood was hard, as their Vulcan heritage marked them as a target. But in turn, that hardened them, making them a force to be reckoned with, making them cold and ruthless. They grew up believing their Grandparent’s loyalist views, and they fit in well with the fabric of Terran Empire life – despite their hybrid status. Though secretly, they had started to form their own views on life – mainly an act of rebellion where they started to read the teachings of Surak, spawned by a belief that the emotional nature of many Terrans was hindering their upward trajectory. They saw from a young age the importance of medicine to protect – and to kill. They learned early that it could be used to silently dispatch enemies, and bolster allies, and they focused their skills on it early on. By the time they entered academy they knew poisons and antidotes and quite a few basic medical procedures. They were well studied in Biological Warfare even, at least in theory, and they were confident in their ability to rise up the ranks and impose their own thoughts and beliefs in the Imperial Military. They had a goal. They were going to become a Chief Medical Officer one day, and they would do whatever it takes to get there. Their first posting was uneventful. T’lai kept a low profile as they made their plans. Of course, they killed, they had to in order to get up the ladder, T’lai was not planning on using this position to climb that high, no, they had bigger dreams. Their second posting was when they enacted their plan. They had an almost “harmless” reputation. None of their killings could be directly connected to them, and they used that to their advantage. People kept their guards down around them, which made them easy targets. And so, they started to rise, employing poison against those who “wronged” them, or those who needed to die in order to fulfill their greater schemes. But the winds of change were ever present, and over time, the stress of this life started to weigh on them. In a moment of strange tension, they turned to their pendant for answers, hoping that perhaps, in some obscure way, it might help them focus on their ultimate goal. They were 31 when they learned that their parents had been part of the Terran Resistance, and that they hoped that one day, their child too, would be able to join them in the Galactic commonwealth. It was a moment where everything shattered, where T’lai started to realise just what they had done under the auspices of the empire. Those whose lives had been cut short at their hand. They needed to get out. They needed to GET OUT. And so, they did what they did best. They schemed. The fate of the Thanatos is largely unknown, as only one lives who could tell the tale, and they regard it with a cold smile before turning to work on their own experiments. T’lai murdered them all, or at least, that is what they say that they did. They spread disease through the ship, and they left in all the confusion, letting the dead rot in the halls. They came to the Starbase at the age of 32, looking for a fresh start, looking to disconnect themself from the past. They rose through the ranks on merit, a fine nurse – even if sometimes their experiments were a touch unethical, it was nothing compared to the horrors that they had participated in before. The new ACMO, they vow to give every patient the very best of care, but there is a darker side to their desires. One day, they will bring down the Terran Empire, though any means necessary. Old Habits Die Hard.

Name: Allan Allen (Formerly: Flynn Candente) • Age: 36 • Pronouns: he/him • Species: Human • Personality: Oh, he's a downright sassy little bitch. He just wants to have fun in any way he can, and since the Captain has been such a delightfully bad influence on him, he also wants to make as much profit as he can while having said fun. Very much a swashbuckler space pirate. He's very much ambivalent to violence, seeing it as an unfortunate reality in this world that he'd like to avoid, but sometimes it's just the better way to get the better (and most profitable) outcome. • Appearance: Same as normal Allan - red sideswept hair, golden-brown skin, green eyes - 6'0 in this AU because he can be. Usually wearing the shortest of short shorts and a crop-top with thigh-high boots, along with various straps and bags that hold all of his weapons and shit - including a few swords on occasion. • Faction: Factionless

• Division: N/A • Rank: "Oh, I don't know, whaddya think? Captain? Co-Captain? Mm, okay, okay. Commander it is, I guess." (He has no rank b/c factionless, but his rank on Mo's ship is Commander 'cause he said so.) • Backstory: TW for murder and whatnot Allan had run away - from somewhere. From something. From someone. He actually didn't know or maybe his memory had been tampered with so that he couldn't remember who or what or where had had run away from - he'd run away when he was about fourteen years old and never looked back. All he remembered were feelings and senses from what he'd run away from - rough, rocky surfaces. Harsh stings of open wounds. Cutting words that often cut deeper than those wounds. And the feeling of cold, both inside and out. There were a few things he became skilled at over the years, though, the most obvious ones being stealing shit and engineering. Stealing shit was sort of a necessary skill to survive as he ran from place to place, and he had stolen a name as well from a book he'd read - Flynn Candente. He had sort of started engineering as a child, he supposed, but as he kept running he realized he could build whatever the hell he wanted. Nobody was here to stop him. And so eventually, at the age of 16 - with some help of some people he'd met and convinced to help them in exchange for him providing them with money he'd gotten from stealing things over the years - he'd built himself a small little cruiser to go about space in. He was recruited by Imperial Starfleet when he was 18, after trying to - of course, steal something - but this time what he had tried to steal was the Empire's fucking data via hacking their databases. He of course was captured for this, and was nearly killed by the 22-year-old interrogator who was in charge of getting information out of him, but after a lot of getting punished for trying to flirt with the interrogator and actually giving his information, it was decided that he'd be better put to use alive than dead, and so he was put to work as an officer, and he didn't refuse - well, he didn't have a choice, but why would he refuse free training in things like fighting and the latest technology? He quickly started to get sick of the whole thing, though. People killing eachother left and right for a new rank was frankly exhausting, having to defend himself at every corner and turn - it was getting to a point where he was washing his hands of blood so casually that he wondered whether he could start having some real fun. So at the age of 26, he left. He simply stayed behind when the ship left a port once and never came back, having kept his sexy little uniform and made some alterations to detach it from the Empire. Oh, and he may have taken a little bit of data with him on the way out - but they didn't actually know that, or at least, the person they'd sent out to kill him once didn't seem to know that when he got rid of them.

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For the next 4 years, 'Flynn' became known as sort of an infamous dastardly little thief, hacker, and general vagabond swashbuckler, going around the wide vast of space, visiting different planets, stealing different shit, making him enormous amounts of money (and bitches). Unfortunately, becoming so well known for your huge amounts of money, charm, bitches, and ability to cause trouble made you a very well-known target as well. He could really only have kept up with it for so long, killing people out of necessity when they came for him but eventually he decided he couldn't keep doing this alone. He took a considerable amount of his wealth to pay someone to help fake his death, and then set out looking for a 'real job' with his actual name, a.k.a. a way to do the same shit he was doing but with a crew. Well, eventually he'd found it - a certain DaiMon Mephistopheles Mo was looking for someone with his skills, and they aligned quite well quite quickly. He's been Mo's first officer (and chief engineer and any other job Mo saw fit for him to fill in for) for about 6 years now, doing - and get this - more pirate shit. $$$. TW: blood in the photo below (edited)

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• Name: Quinn Rose • Age: 24 • Pronouns: They/Them • Species: Human • Personality: Quinn usually takes everything rather literally until they realise it's a joke, figure of speech, sarcasm, etc. They can be quite sassy at times. • Appearance: See image • Faction: Galactic Commonwealth • Division: Medical • Rank: Lieutenant or Lieutenant Commander, whichever seems fitting • Position: Chief Medical Officer, Starbase 777 • Backstory: Quinn was born in 2388 after the Terran Rebellion/Resistance Forces were formed to two very loving parents who were in the Resistance themselves. Being born and growing up near the beginning of the Galactic Commonwealth being founded meant Quinn was able to grow up in a far safer and understanding environment than the Empire. One of Quinn's parents was a doctor and the other was a field nurse so Quinn found themself frequently amongst various medical activity or conversations being had, which lead to them becoming very interested in being a doctor themself. Once old enough they began their training to become one for the Galactic Commonwealth, following in their parents' footsteps of helping others in the battle against the Empire (even though they weren't doing the fighting). They eventually found themself rising through the ranks as they showed high competency and capability as a medical professional... And because the Medical division on Starbase 777 was really lacking in terms of staffing. As a matter of fact, they soon found themself promoted to ACMO due to said lack of staffing, and a short while after that the CMO. They had gone from being a Junior Doctor to a senior position in quite a short time period which meant they were under more stress than they were frankly trained for, but with the support of their colleagues and the ACMO sharing the load it wasn't the worst situation to be in. Every single day at work Quin also knew they wouldn't have been able to live their life the way they were within the Empire as it would've very simple been too overwhelming and they didn't have a thick enough skin, and that was what kept them working for the Commonwealth. During their career they also learnt about the other universe's Starfleet and were inspired by their morals and universe as a whole.

• Name: Paco Ruiz Umali • Age: 23 • Pronouns: He/Him • Species: Human • Personality: Paco is cold, cunning, and ruthless. Some may even describe him as akin to a psychopath. To him, people are just mere tools to manipulated as a means to an end, and like tools, they should know their place. He also hates mangos with a passion. • Appearance: Stands at around 5'5, has a very athletic build, though he does not look 'Buff' for the most part. Light Brown skin, wears windsor glasses. And sports a short military-like haircut • Faction: The Imperial Terran Empire • Division: Science • Position: Assistant Chief Science Officer • Rank: Lieutenant • Backstory: Paco was born and raised on Terra, specifically the Philippines, between the the later years of the of Alliance Occupation and the rise of the Second Terran Empire. It was a land of great suffering, where poverty and crime were rampant. His mother died at child birth, and so he was raised by his father who was severely strict and abusive, since their relatives refused to take them in. By the time the KCA occupation fell and the Second Empire rose, Paco took the opportunity to enlist in the ranks of the new Imperial Starfleet.

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(TW: Unsettling Topics) It was well during his time in training, that is... until a grave discovery that would be uncovered. His father was accused of secretly being involved with a cell of resistance fighters, terrorists who seek sabotage the efforts of the Empire. Seeing this as an opportunity for both revenge for the years of abuse and to rise the ranks, Paco offered to interrogate his own father personally, subjecting him through various methods of physical and psychological torture which later confirmed the plots, and even intel that some of his relatives were involved as well. All of them were sentenced to death, and Paco simply watched it all. Regardless though, he earned commendation by his superiors, which made the next few years for him less difficult. As a scientist, mostly specializing in Neuroscience and Psychology, he aided and worked on experiments exploring new methods devices for torture, mental manipulation, and also some nerve agents and weapons, using the prisoners and slaves of the empire as test subjects which he took to enjoy, toying all of them were like rats in a maze. Through that, and some strategic stabbings, and also the occasional poisonings for those he really felt deserved the added pain, Paco eventually found himself as Assistant Chief Science Officer of the ISS Eventide. (edited)

• Name: Alizati Jarok i-Dartha tr'Kota (Roster name, Alizati tr'Kota) • Age: 40 • Pronouns: he/him • Species: Android (Vulcan-Romulan) • Personality: Alizati is overly paranoid, but has strong morals even if it doesn't seem like it on the outside with all the stabbing and murdering in his history. Alizati struggles with making friends as he feels organic life is brief and any friendships he makes will only end in tragedy. He keeps his three headed Furby close to his heart, showering them with love. • Appearance: Alizati has long cobalt blue hair that is parted in the middle. He typically ties up his hair in a high ponytail. He has pale skin with dark green eyes and forehead ridges with pointed ears. Internally he is identical to his primeverse counterpart, although mirror Alizati never had a breathing/blinking function. Also unlike his primeverse counterpart, Alizati can detach limbs/pieces of himself at will. Attached image is a draft. • Faction: Galactic Commonwealth • Division: Engineering • Rank: Lieutenant Commander • Position: Artificial Intelligence engineer • Backstory: Alizati started his life as a Vulcan-Romulan environmental scientist named Jarok who was genuinely a nice guy. Jarok was a promising young scientist who soon caught the attention of some higher ups in the Terran Empire and asked to join Imperial Starfleet. He refused at first, fearing that they would force him to create weapons of war or do unethical things. The Terran Empire did not like this and threatened to kill his whole family if he did not join. Jarok reluctantly agreed and just as he suspected, he was forced to create weapons of war. Only a year into his service, Jarok could not stand the death and horrors that came with the Terran Empire and tried to escape. He was quickly captured and killed, but little did he know his consciousness was saved and uploaded into an android replica of him who was programmed to be fully loyal to the Empire. As an android he was given a new name, 'Alizati', and his memories of 'Jarok' were mostly erased in hopes that 'Alizati' would retain Jarok's science knowledge but not his dissent. They also took this opportunity to put Alizati into biochemical engineering, a field that they had hoped Jarok could go into, but due to Jarok's resistance to the Empire, he barely did his normal work as a scientist. Alizati ended up creating a new weapon, a three headed furby that he named Bir, Ikki, and Yuch. He programmed the 'Furberus' as they were nicknamed, to be his assistants and also protect him. He gave them knives as beaks! Little did the empire know that Alizati still had some of his memories as Jarok, including the desire for freedom. He planned an escape with the Furberus (his only friend) with the help of a sympathetic Vulcan engineer in his department named Sorn. (tw/ death, suffocation) Alizati and Sorn's ship was intercepted by the Terran Empire and they could either choose between having life support but being dead in the water vulnerable to attacks, or cut life support and book it out of Terran space. Sorn told Alizati to turn off life support and so Alizati arrived in the Galactic Commonwealth alone. Before his death, Alizati saved Sorn's consciosuness with the intention of creating an android body for him as well. He decided to enlist in the Galactic Commonwealth to help fight for freedom. Whilst on a mission, Alizati's ship was attacked, damaging Sorn's consciousness beyond repair and that's when Alizati knew he was truly alone in the galaxy. He clung to his three headed Furby as they were the only companion Alizati had left.

Name: Halcyon Horowitz Age: 35 Rank: Lieutenant Species: Human Personality: Halcyon is a sadist, taking pleasure in the torture of others. She is highly intelligent, and doesn’t care for anyone but her allies. Only people lower in rank or with the same rank as her are ever safe around her, because she is always looking for opportunities to kill higher-ranking officers to rank up. She only ranks up when she’s bored with her current rank, though. She also hates the nickname Hal. Appearance: Halcyon is a butch woman like her Prime version. She is muscular with short purple hair. But, she doesn’t wear glasses since she got corrective eye surgery. She is tall, and generally quite creepy. Faction: Terran Empire Division: Medical Rank: Lt. Cdr. Position: Pathologist Backstory: Halcyon was born on Earth, in a family very loyal to the Terran Empire. Her parents served in the Empire, as did her grandmother. Her family was rather broken though, siblings fighting and parents hardly there for any of them. She grew to hate her brothers Ace and Ray, especially when they defected to the Commonwealth. She joined the Empire at the first chance, and was sent with a ship on a mission to hunt down her brothers. They found them, and Halcyon was asked to kill them. Eager to prove her loyalty and fueled by a lifetime of animosity from each of them, she killed them quickly. Still, it was merciful, because Halcyon usually kills by torture. She served on this ship for a long time, ranking up by killing officers of higher rank. When she got bored with what she could do at her rank, she’d hunt down someone and rank up. Sometimes it was poison, other times she’d infect them with diseases. Still, people of lower rank were safe around her, especially if they were in the Medical division. Still after years on just one ship, Halcyon got bored. She transferred to the ISS Eventide and hasn’t killed to rank up since. She hasn’t gotten bored yet. (edited)

(Aaaaa it was so hard to try to make my friendly funny borg man evil, so this turned out bad. Brain broke during the backstory part… Oh well, it’s at least readable!! : ) ) Name: Two of Thirteen Age: 38 Pronouns: He/Him Species: (Liberated Borg) Human Personality: Doesn’t really care about others, emotionless in a bad way, doesn’t do much for himself (like attempting to rise up in rank, he’s basically just a glorified henchman / muscle), has the curiosity of his prime universe counterpart- but minus the endless questions and the empathy, zero qualms when it comes to hurting others, usually quite logical Appearance: Much taller then prime Two (5”10), retains all of his borg implants (Which, unlike his prime counterpart’s is more tactical oriented then engineering, although he maintains the green lighting and red lense on the ocular implant), has a permanent straight face, very pale, his right eye is a sort of kelp green Faction: Terran Empire Division: Security Rank: Lt. Position: Bodyguard Backstory: Cyby’R was a Terran engineer, not your typical Terran engineer mind you. Cyby’R actually cared about people, and was COMPLETELY bothered about all the death and violence around him. As soon as he had the chance he left the Empire altogether with a stolen ship, only to stumble right into the grasps of the Borg. Two was on a scout ship which, for some reason or another, crashed onto a Terran controlled planet. Two was the only survivor, and was disconnected from the collective, but damage he sustained to some of his implants in the crash took away most of his pre-assimilation memories. Apart from a few useless facts, all he knew of himself was that he was from this ‘Terran Empire’. Eventually he joined the Empire, both because that was all he really knew, and it seemed like that choice was the most logical and most to his advantage. He only recently transferred to the ISS Eventide, but that is no bother to him, as having a purpose is good enough for him. (edited)

• Name: DaiMon Mephistopheles Mo (not actually affiliated with the Ferengi military), often called 'The Demon' by his enemies. • Age: 54 • Pronouns: He/him • Species: Human (Ferengi-raised) • Personality: Cocky, dry wit, lusts for power and money, the cogs and wheels are always turning in his brain to best discern how he can profit from a situation, takes no pleasure from killing but will do it if needed to further his ambitions or deepen his wallet. • Appearance: Angular in features, skinny, short, oddly red hair. I'll do a drawing in a bit. • Faction: Space Pirate • Division: N/A • Rank: "DaiMon" • Position: Captain of the Ferengi pirate ship, 'The Vulture'. • Backstory: *Much like in the Primeverse, Mephis was a human scavenged from a ruined Starfleet Vessel by a Ferengi 'salvage' ship, except in this universe that vessel was of the Terran Empire. He didn't particularly care for them, so he never sought to join them to connect to his roots; instead, sick of life as a lowly engineer fixing salvage and paid in scraps, he led a successful ship-wide revolution with his 'brother', an older Ferengi who'd looked after him when he was young (who unfortunately perished), and became the new Captain of the ship, giving himself the rank of DaiMon. When the Klingon-Cardassian Alliance destroyed Ferenginar in 2378, they suddenly found themselves a marooned bastion of Ferengi principles & culture, and so Mo doubled down on the belief that Profit comes above all else, including the lives of others, if necessary. However, it says something that living on his ship is still comparatively better than being in the Terran Empire or the Klingon-Cardassian Alliance, as you do not have to kill your superiors to rank up; instead, make a large enough offer of Latinum, and you may purchase a promotion instead. Of course, that Latinum is earned through piracy, so whether or not rank is still gained through murder just in a more roundabout fashion is debatable. At the very least, though, it means you can safely sleep in your bed at night. His ship contains not just now-nomadic Ferengi but also defectors of the Terran Empire for whom a life of piracy was preferable to being in the Klingon-Cardassian Alliance or the Terran Empire, but weren't goody-goody enough to join the Commonwealth, or doubted its potential. He's here to keep an eye on the Galaxy-wide political landscape and see if it'll interfere with his business. And possibly fuck over the KCA a bit.

Name: C’Sara Castel Age: 40 Pronouns: They/them Species: Caitian Personality: C’Sara is kind, sweet, and empathetic. They are strictly nonviolent and would never hurt anyone. They don’t go feral like their Prime counterpart does. Appearance (it’s a Picrew): Faction: Galactic Commonwealth Division: Engineering Rank: Lt. Cdr Position: Chief of Engineering Backstory: C’Sara was adopted by a Human and a Vulcan after their biological parents died in a shuttlecraft accident. They grew up aboard a Commonwealth starship, the Abyssal. They decided to go into Engineering like their mother, training to be a warp core engineer. They were posted aboard the Hemera. However, the ship struck an asteroid, damaging the warp core. C’Sara risked their life to save the ship, crawling through some hot and sharp wreckage to reach a switch to power down the core and prevent an explosion. This scarred their face, but they kept on working on the Hemera. They dealt with more and more warp core incidents, C’Sara preventing multiple breaches and accidents. The ship was deemed unusable after the systems were worth less than what they could be fixed for. So, C’Sara moved to another ship, the Peridot. Here they fixed even more warp core issues. However, they once found themself in a failing shuttlecraft with three scientists aboard. They fixed the shuttlecraft seconds before disaster, saving everyone aboard. They had many good years on the Peridot, but they decided they needed a change. So, they applied to work at Starbase 777, and it was accepted.

• Name: Saren i-Dartha tr’Lareth • Age: 26 • Pronouns: He/Him • Species: Romulan • Personality: It’s hard to pinpoint who - or what - this man is, exactly. He can make a dangerously misleading good first impression, with his gentle, playful demeanor and natural curiosity about the world around him, his seemingly welcoming and stable (by this universe's standards) personality a simple trap to lure unsuspecting people closer. Having lost his true self a long time ago, this Romulan is well versed in the art of play-pretending, acting - and reacting - according to the situations and going-on’s around him. An intense, unpredictable sort of person - talkative, professionally nonchalant, yet manipulative and equally violent, the lead scientist won’t shy from taking action if he feels even mildly threatened - and that, probably, is what helped him stay alive for so long. That, and undeniable, obsessive sort of loyalty that his favorite test subjects have for him, them being a pack of three too-tall, too-spiky warrigul’s. Saren and loyalty is a whole another matter - while he is, undeniably, dedicated to his craft and his crew, he’s also well aware of how temporary life on Eventide can be, and doesn’t lose his awareness around anyone. Better safe than sorry! Besides, he has hungry mouths to feed... • Appearance: Rather similar to his Prime counterpart, albeit he appears to be just a bit older. Unruly wavy hair is usually swept back, so it doesn’t bother him during his (often messy) work. Dark green eyes are bright with almost feverish sort of giddiness, and the man smiles much more often than his other version - albeit, this grin is… much more cruel. • Faction: Terran Empire • Division: Science • Rank: Lieutenant • Position: Chief Science Officer of IKS Eventide

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• Backstory: Instead of being born in a remote colony, this Saren was born on Romulus, his parent’s marriage an agreed upon and blessed occurrence. Life before the Hobus supernova seemed to be pleasant, not that he remembers much of it - what Saren does remember, though, is their attempted escape, and the ambush on the ship by one of the Terran empire’s fleet. Saren, somehow, managed to avoid the ill faith met by many of his brethren that day - a science officer, O’Riley, took the Romulan child with them, essentially forcing him to submit to the ways of the Empire - or die trying. Stubbornness turned out to be a virtue, as the scared, cagey child not only managed to survive, but to also thrive. After completing the required training, Saren joined the Starfleet as a science officer - his first posting was on the same ship that his not-quite caretaker, not-quite mentor was posted at. Half a year passed, before O’Riley was gotten rid off by the Romulan - both for profit, and out of revenge. He then, rather spontaneously, requested a transfer to another place. His new playground became the Eventide, where Saren has stayed ever since, as he started and continued his genetic research, meanwhile steadily “cleaning up” the higher ranks. Three years ago, during a mission, he also acquired a litter of three warrigul pups. After raising them (and maybe, possibly, modifying their genome just a little bit), they’ve stayed with Saren ever since. As for now, he seems to be satisfied with his current position - one that allows him to research, discover, and experiment to his heart’s content.

• Name: P'Nelar S'Tera • Age: 22 • Pronouns: She/xey • Species: Catian • Personality: P'Nelar is almost identical to her Primeverse counterpart in her bubbly personality and happy-go-lucky attitude- a deflection skill she'd learned from growing up in the cutthroat universe she lives in. • Appearance: P’Nelar is 5’11, weighing 162 pounds. She has pale yellow eyes and slit-shaped, cat-like pupils. Her fur is on the longer, fluffier side (if taken care of- usually, it mats), with a longer tail that is well-scarred from scuffles with crew members. She has cream-colored fur with dusty brown splotches. • Faction: KCA • Division: Security • Rank: Lt. Cdr. • Position: Chief of Security • Backstory: Rather than being born in sunny Austin, Texas, P'Nelar was born into the KCA, on a ship called the Taiga to V’karraa S’Tera and her husband, K'row S'Tera. She was mentored by a KCA agent and her godmother, a Lieutenant J'loppt H'xert (Klingon). H'xert taught her to be ruthless and cutthroat when needed, but her friendly nature was holding her back. When P'Nelar was 15 years old, H'xert attempted to kill her. They fought brutally in one of the Taiga's training rooms, and it was P'Nelar or H'xert. In the end, she spared her mentor's life and escaped with her own. She followed in her parent's footsteps, joining the Alliance as a security officer, hoping she could make somewhat of a difference in the way the universe ran. She hopes the peace talks result in change. She was made COS because of the fact that the KCA is the most struggling faction, and needs the most staff spots filled in, ect. (edited)

• Name: Wheatley Charles Pendleton • Age: 32 • Pronouns: He/him • Species: Human • Personality: This universe's Wheatley is nothing short of cold, manipulative, sadistic, cunning, ruthless, and very much evil just like many of his "friends" aboard the Terran Empire and the IKS Eventide. He shows no hesitation in killing anyone who doesn't agree with his ideals and shows delight when he finally has the opportunity to put unruly officers in their place in one way or another. Wheatley is also willing to use or even sacrifice officers under his rule for whatever purpose they're needed, and takes great happiness in doing so. At first, little was known about Wheatley other than he's very distant and doesn't interact with anyone unless forced to, but he will speak when he's feeling well humoured or to taunt someone if they've done something he didn't like. Unlike his Prime self, Mirror Wheatley speaks in a serious, monotone voice and lacks the emotion always so characteristic of him in his speech. • Appearance: Not much unlike his Prime self, however he doesn't have any trace of the normal Wheatley's insecurity and shyness. He has a large scar on the left side of his face, running down from his temple and going through his eye, making him completely blind from it, and going all the way down to his neck. His hair is a muted blonde and his skin is much paler, too. • Faction: Terran Empire • Division: Engineering • Rank: Lieutenant Commander • Position: Chief Engineering Officer of the IKS Eventide • Backstory: Wheatley's life was very much similar to his Prime self's early life, born and raised in Bristol by his mother, but with a heavy difference; His poor father had already been taken care of not long after he was born. Raised solely by his mother, a cutthroat security officer from the IKS Dies Irae, he would grow up to be as ruthless and evil as his mother while taking nothing from his father, something that molded the Prime Wheatley. Wheatley's mother was as evil as the word itself, torturing him each time something went wrong and even going to the point of blinding his left eye when he attempted to kill her for the first time. He went on to complete the required training while leaving nothing behind of his opponents and enemies and making sure that he chose the most useful line of skill in Engineering, Wheatley joined Starfleet as an Engineering officer specializing in weapons and other ingenious ways to murder people, rising up the ranks in various creative ways and making sure to leave nothing that would indicate he was weak or anything else. Wheatley went on to join the Eventide, a wonderful place filled with fresh meat and weapons to tinker with to his liking, and a place where he went on to live in as his mother took over his former home. While he rose up the ranks, he strategically targeted the people from the higher ranks and came up with several ingenious ways to get rid of them, some even involving fireworks… Oh, well! Now being the Chief of Engineering aboard this lovingly awful ship, Wheatley prides himself of being at the top of the food chain of the lower levels, where everything is ruled by fear.

• Name: Palar Yaal • Age: 23 • Pronouns: he/him/his • Species: Bajoran • Personality: Loud, cruel, rude, but loves a good time, drinking, dancing, fighting or his work as a nurse, he especially loves using the agonizer. • Appearance: Around 6’11’, bulky, with a bodybuilder level of muscle tone, light brown skin, with bright blue hair, dyed from the natural onyx. Dark green eyes and large hands. A veritable mountain of a man. • Faction: Terran Empire, crewmember of the ISS Eventide • Division: Engineering • Rank: Ensign • Position: Agonizer Technician • Backstory: Having grown up with two rather high ranking (or atleast high-ranking for non-terrans) officers in the Imperial fleet on Starbases across the Empire, he found himself fascinated with the engineering profession at a young age, particularly the science behind the agonizer, a tool used for centuries in the Empire. His goal from a young age was to work somewhere in the fleet and do whatever he could to make the Empire great again. He joined the fleet as young as he could, after graduating from the Academy. The Eventide is his first posting, and so far he has quite enjoyed it, particularly after a raid, he loved gauging each individual's reaction to the agonizer, making their sessions as excruciating as possible in order to facilitate the goals of the ship and the Empire. (edited)

• Name: Emilio Odierno • Age: 35 • Pronouns: He/Him • Species: Terran • Personality: Odierno is incredibly sadistic, basking in schadenfreude and delighting in the pain of others. He seems forbidding and unstable, prone to bouts of anger – during which you really don’t want to get in his way. When working in the medical bay he’s one of the last physicians you want to see. It might seem as though he’ll patch up your injury but a single word that he dislikes can flip his mood, resulting in him decreeing that your limb has to be amputated instead. Not a single person in the Terran Empire knows of the other side of him (the person that he used to be, the person that tried to stop him but he won,) and even the mere thought of that other person enrages him. Despite being sinister and short-tempered, there is a strange intelligence to him and he holds the work of his colleagues in high regard; that of Lieutenants Sirek, tr’Lareth, and Umali in particular. It is possibly that respect for them (and a lack of ambition, quite content with the position he’s in) that has resulted in him never killing to ascend the ranks, unlike that of many other Terran officers. • Appearance: See picture • Faction: Terran Empire • Division: Medical • Rank: Lieutenant • Position: Physician

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• Backstory: Vincent Ferrufino was born in 2377, the son of two people who had been part of the Terran Rebellion. With the Galactic Commonwealth being formed only a year after his birth and his parents opting to stay with this side of the rebellion, the entirety of his upbringing revolved around ideals that so greatly contrasted that of others in the wider Mirror Universe. As the Commonwealth extended their invitations of peace out to numerous planets, they also still had to defend themselves from the Second Terran Empire which grew in power. The brutality of the Terran Empire’s actions made for easy propaganda for the Commonwealth and from a young age he aspired to join the Commonwealth’s own naval forces to help defend against the Empire’s wrath. As an officer in the Commonwealth he trained as a physician, having witnessed the harm that could be done to his fellow crewmembers due to combat with the other factions. Initially his line of work was in the field of emergency medicine but over the years he found himself drawn into psychiatry – not only due to having seen what anguish these conflicts could bring, but also due to curiosity. Despite the teachings of the Commonwealth he still found that people could easily fall back upon their violent Terran ways when threatened, and he wanted to know why. He found interest in the concept that Terran evil was intrinsic, genetic or pathological, and the physician’s pet project became a way of curing this evil for good. Perhaps testing said cure on himself was not the smartest of ideas, driven once more by his curiosity and also by the desire to stop that evil in himself. Despite Ferrufino’s upbringing which centred around being good instead of endorsing what was traditionally evil, he too felt the desire for violence that emerged from the likes of anger. His intention was to separate that hidden evil from his own personality, but he wound up giving it being instead. Emilio Odierno was born, the culmination of Ferrufino’s own evil – an evil which continued to grow. With every brutal act that Odierno conducted, Ferrufino’s hold over his own being slipped, and no attempt to stop this growing evil worked. As Odierno’s resolve grew and Ferrufino began to fall by the wayside, the opportunity for violence grew. There were multiple instances, all of which increased in ferocity until his actions killed. Of course, the people in the Commonwealth were suspicious and eager to hunt down whoever was conducting such brutality. Odierno (who was rather skilled at self-preservation, having previously been in that bid for control) knew that leaving the Commonwealth was the only viable option. After giving himself a spectacular farewell – that was, locking a fellow medical officer (whom he disliked) and her wife in the medical bay and setting the place on fire - it was in 2404 that he defected to the Terran Empire. It was the one place where you were allowed to satiate your need for near-senseless violence – and while the Empire were highly suspicious of the former Commonwealth officer, it was that potential for violence that resulted in them letting him in. Did the Terran Empire actually trust him? It was difficult to tell. What was obvious was that they were content to use him for his knowledge; firstly of the Commonwealth force’s structure, and secondly for his work which very rapidly branched out, going from biological warfare to genetic modification to actual medicine, now and again. But then – was it them using Odierno, or was it Odierno using them? The Terran Empire only enabled and fed his desire for violence, at the end of the day – and it was all against the desires of the person who he had once been; a person who hasn’t been seen since.

• Name: Ratana Kronos • Age: 29 • Pronouns: He/Him • Species: Bajoran • Personality: Strong and outgoing, Kronos is motivated to get to the top and is willing to play the long game of deception. He doesn't trust easily and most certainly doesn't feel like these peace talks are going anywhere. He does still wonder in the back of his mind what life would be like if he were to defect to the Commonwealth-- but his life in the KCA is nice. He can do whatever he wants with no consequences and lie himself out of every situation. He has a hard time being truthful with others and even himself. He pretends he isn't affected by his past, but he misses his husband and son. • Appearance: Long black fringe with a longer strand on his right side and the back of his hair cut short. He also has the typical Bajoran nose ridges. He wears the same Bajoran earring as Primeverse Nalas. • Faction: Klingon-Cardassian Alliance • Division: Security • Rank: Lieutenant • Position: Covert Operations officer • Backstory: Kronos was born on Terok Nor/Deep Space Nine to two Bajoran parents. His father was killed not too long after his birth and his mother, Ratana Ellara ended up marrying the Cardassian that killed him. Ellara and Giyon had a child together a few years after Kronos was born, Ratana Nalas. Kronos grew up alongside Nalas, moving between Cardassia Prime and Terok Nor. Ellara was ruthless and head of the KCA Intelligence Bureau on Terok Nor whilst Giyon was first officer on Terok Nor, but everyone knew he listened to Ellara. Kronos grew up with violence from day one, seeing how his mother took care of anyone who dissented. To be expected, Kronos grew up just as violent, fighting other children on the station and even his own brother. Nalas was not very strong, he was much more a lover than a fighter. (tw/death) One day, during one of their regular fights, Kronos threw Nalas down a hill. Nalas had an asthma attack and died. Shocked and unsure what to do, Kronos made haste to hide the body, burying Nalas in an unmarked grave beside their family home in Culat Province. Kronos was only 16, but he knew he couldn't let anyone know what he had done so he lied to his parents that Nalas was attacked and eaten by a wild animal. To his surprise, his mother praised him for surviving. She told him he would make a great soldier one day. Kronos hardened his mind and after that, lying became easier. He lied his way out of anything, told fanciful stories, which eventually landed him a spot in the KCA as a covert operations officer. Kronos wasted no time quickly moving up the ranks. He was no stranger to violence and his skills of deception were impeccable. He got married, had a son-- about that son. Kronos' husband was Romulan and a defector from the Terran Empire. Their family was in constant danger and when Riki was 6, Kronos' husband was killed in a fight between the KCA and Terrans. Fearing for his child's life, Kronos decided to send Riki away. There was another member of the KCA who claimed to be able to have connections to the 'Mirror Universe'. Seeing no other alternative, Kronos handed Riki over to the Bajoran commander who told him he would find Kronos' mirror counterpart and hand Riki over to him. Childless, widowed, Kronos now serves the KCA as covert operations officer onboard the KCS Losgek. He is not thrilled about these peace talks, especially with the Terran Empire as he blames them for the death of his husband. He is still worried about his son as he never saw that Bajoran commander again. (edited)

• Name: Alanna Hensley • Age: 24 • Pronouns: She/Her • Species: Terran • Personality: Alanna regularly takes pleasure in removing the vital organs of her prisoners, often keeping them working outside the body. While not on duty she can be found in the bar winning arm wrestles against her superiors. Despite this, she does actually have a capacity for love, and would do anything for those she cared about. • Appearance: Unlike her prime universe counterpart, and like any good evil parallel universe, Alanna has messy, unkept hair; she doesn't really care how she looks unless it's for something important. • Faction: Terran Empire • Division: Medical • Rank: Lt. JG. • Position: Surgeon (Also assists in interrogations when the agoniser just isn't enough) • Backstory: Born in Ireland, Alanna grew up surrounded by the ideas of Terran strength and unity standing alone in the face of the lesser Alien species. Knowing how dangerous the Empire was, her father taught her how to fight using knives, blunt objects and other miscellaneous objects. He even took it as far as educating Alanna about the biological differences between species, to give her a better understanding where their vital organs were. Riding off of the back of this, Alanna took an interest in medicine and joined the imperial academy, passing the entrance exam with flying colours. Her time in the Academy went smoothly for the first five years (Surprising for a Terran but hey), it was during her sixth and final year that the Terran habit of trouble™️ finally caught up to her in the form of a fight. Alanna had been talking Shit™️ about one of her classmates, and it just so happened that the subject was in earshot. They quickly challenged Alanna to a fight to the death, and while it ended in a victory for the medical cadet, it left her with a slashed throat and a voicebox beyond anyone's help.

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She was quickly rushed to Terra Medical, where she was fitted with an artificial voice (trained on her actual voice) which was triggered by her brain instead of her windpipe. From then on Alanna never needed to move her mouth when she spoke, which helped her intimidation factor tenfold. After the Academy she was assigned to the ISS Eventide, where she's currently stationed.

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• Name: Dionysius • Age: 36 • Pronouns: he/him • Species: Vulcan-Klingon • Personality: Appears the same as Primeverse Eshen outwardly - friendly, charismatic, fun at parties - but he is also incredibly deceptive, only ever saying what makes him look good or what might endear him to others. • Appearance: Basically the same as Primeverse - warm brown skin, straight, strong nose, droopy long-lashed gold eyes, long, silky brown hair, about six feet tall, fairly buff, broad-shouldered but not excessively so. • Faction: Terran Empire • Division: Command • Rank: Captain • Position: Commanding Officer of the ISC Eventide • Backstory: The illegitimate son of two diplomats, but looked after by only his father, a very Vulcan man. While they had a strained relationship, his father did attempt to teach him Vulcan values despite their suppression by larger Terran society. However, Eshen, as he was called back then, wanted to assimilate - at least, outwardly, feeling like as someone obviously un-Terran he had to prove he was more Terran than everyone else, eventually changing his name to one that referenced human culture. He did practice Vulcan traditions in private, however, and sought out resources on Klingon culture whenever he could, despite the danger to himself. Over the years his ability to blend in and appeal to others was a noticeable talent, and he joined Starfleet intending to use these skills to climb the ranks, sleeping and killing his way to the top, and manipulating others so that he would be always be the centre of attention and thus his accomplishments noticed above all else. Ironically, it is his Vulcan ability to suppress his emotions when needed that grants him the ability to kill without remorse like a true Terran. His main regret is that he has never been able to connect with his Klingon side as much as he wants to, not even secretly, due to a lack of resources, and as such coming to the peace conference is part of his agenda to see what the KCA are all about. He keeps his true opinion on whether peace is a truly worthy and achievable goal close to his chest, like most things. (edited)