MSNPC Kanagar Ro- [BACKSIM] The Chance to Fix It All
rob mahardy
((Some time ago, A dumpy apartment on Bajor))
Vestal Bo sat staring at his dismissal notice. Another in a series of recent dead end jobs lost. He scoffed as he tossed it to the floor. His only regret with this one would be the loss of the discount on electronic components.
oO Screw you Transmission Hut! Oo
His fist pounded down on the desk.
He’d once been a noted scientist, a respected professor, a dedicated husband, and a loving father. He had a great salary, a large estate and a spacious office at the Bajoran Science Institute. He wouldn’t have traded it for anything…
Except he did.
First came infidelity…quid pro quos for better grades, one night flings and paid escorts.
Then alcohol and drugs… Maraji crystals and a Tellerite mountain stot became his go-tos for years.
Finally, the gambling…he’d fooled himself into thinking he was good at it for a while but eventually the wheel broke unlucky one too many times.
His family left first, then friends and colleagues. Through time he found himself more isolated and obsessive about his work. That was all that was left after all. He cut corners and ignored more and more ethical guidelines, pursued wild and expensive side projects, received increasing amounts of student complaints and allegations until the Institute could no longer look the other way despite his earlier brilliant accolades. To them it had become simple, the liabilities outweighed the benefits.
He took a swig from an open unlabeled bottle on the desk. Whatever it was it burned going down and made him cough slightly,
If only he had it to do over again.
The funny thing about that statement was that he knew that it was possible. He’d been interested in time, time travel, alternate timelines and multiversal theories since reading comics as a boy. He’d made it his focus at school and into a prestigious career.
He was tired now. Tired of the what ifs and choices he did and didn’t make. He could fix his past. He could make himself whole again. He just needed…
Just then a continual search he’d been running pinged a notification. A job.
.. entry level chroniton research technician. Well that was a possibility. Not high profile but still could provide just the access to the materials and equipment needed.
oO Maybe, just maybe. Oo
He pulled out one of the padds piled on the floor from under the old holo of his two daughters on the beach and began faking his credentials and Kanagar Ro was born.
End Prelude of Ro
MSNPC Kangar Ro
Simmed by
Lieutenant Commander Ian O’Connor
HCO
USS Ronin NCC-34523
R240009IO4