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John Braillim

Rookie engineer and general 'fix-it' man.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Nemo

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Registered citizen of the Terran National Government

Description

John Aaros Braillim

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Rank: Staff Sergeant
Age: 23
Height: 5' 11"
Build: Athletic Endomorphic
Current Duty Assignment: General Engineer
Assistant Technician to DEAC (Directed Energy Artillery Control) and support to EM-Power Gen. Control
Staff repair technician
PC (Plasma Containment) Mechanic

A youth and a worker, John's more-or-less handsome features are almost always spattered over in some kind of dirt or grease. His hair is a wavy-mess of dark brown, perfectly matching his sharp, watchful eyes. His jaw is sharp and defined with a slight scar running along his lower left cheek. At first glance, he appears slightly thick... perhaps a bit heavier then a boy his age should be. But underneath his loose mechanics-uniform is a toned physique, carefully built through rigorous athletic exercise (and a slightly less rigorous diet).

Young and ambitious, John's service aboard the Redemption is his first real experiences serving under the Terran Navy. Graduating from the academy with an advanced degree in relativistic physics and fusion studies, John is as intelligent and witty as he is cautious and careful. While his outstanding grades and dedicated passion to his academics certainly exemplifies his undaunted capacity to learn, the young rookie still has a lot to understand about the inner-functioning of the Redemption. A firm believer in the power of problem-solving, John believes that there's no dilemma too great that can't be resolved with a little intelligence and willpower.

Despite his committed drive to succeed in his career aboard the Redemption, John is a bit of a loner. He often prefers quiet and solitude to conversation and social pleasantries. Put one of his favorite books in his hands and he's all but immune to the outside-world. His reclusive behavior most likely stems from his upbringing... having been home-schooled most of his life by his sheltering (but loving) mother. Although she failed to expose John to much of the real-world, she nonetheless made sure to impart a strict code of moral ideologies into his character, teaching the young man about the importance of honor and virtue... the necessity of chivalry and honesty... and the unparalleled value in human life. Guided by such principles, John is determined to live his life everyday under the consciousness of his moral compass. Still in love win Classicism and Romanticism, John continues to believe in the messages personified in his books. Honor, virtue, love, loyalty...

...and that good will always overcome evil in the end.

Equipment
John keeps a wide-variety of tools compacted in his magnebelt that can be used for a plethora of mechanical activities, including:
- Compact Pilot-Arc Plasma Cutter and Welder
- 10G Force Hammer
- SA Holo-Scanner and Analysis Database
- Various tools used for measurements and mathematical procedures

Among his more personal possessions is a collection of his favorite books, including:

Macbeth
The Odyssey
Crime and Punishment
Billy Budd
Red Badge of Courage
Hamlet
The Old Man and the Sea
Heart of Darkness

So begins...

John Braillim's Story

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John Braillim is here. With a malfunctioning profile picture.

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"...the generator's fine."

"I told you."

"I just wanted to double che-"

"You ALWAYS double check shit, Braillim. It gets fuckin' annoying after a while... especially when protocol says I have to keep radio contact with you while you do it. Now get the fuck out of the engine room, we've already missed half of our mid-meal."

The radio clipped to John Braillim's work vest cackled and died, leaving the grease-stained engineer alone in the engine room. The dim blue light of the massive EM reactor in the center of the complex hummed eerily. John shivered as he rose to his feet. He once had to been in a room with a reactor for six hours on one of his exams. He remembered how easily that low, constant buzzing had driven him near-insane on the first hour alone.

Still, Braillim didn't regret coming down to check on things... even if Ethan Kayle, his senior officer, did. A missed sandwich for mid-meal was a small price to pay to ensure the safety of everyone on the Redemption, especially when they had VIP Aschen and Scatteran personel on-board. John wasn't a man who liked to take risks. Rules and protocal existed for a reason: because people survived longer when they followed them.

Clipping his tools back into his belt, John quickly found himself back in the halls of the Redemption, squinting madly as he entered the brightly-lit passages of the Seraphim cruiser. Bending down to tie one of his shoelaces, the engineer took a quick peek into a nearby window, catching a glimpse of one of UCON's Globewalker class AER Carriers, gliding effortlessly in the black vaccuum of space. Having the Scatterans and the Aschen for this trip certainly did set John's mind at ease. This was his first 'real' assignment. Rookie jitters were a given.

Breaking into a light jog, Braillim finally managed to reach the mess hall, a huge auditorium with seas of tables and food lines. More then half the crew was here ri

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(...) right now, enjoying the tail-end of their afternoon lunch. If John was lucky, he'd grab a few bites to eat. Noting the stretching line already forming at the nearest kitchen counter, John was already anticipating being hungry for the rest of the day.

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John Braillim, meanwhile, had lucked out on snatching a bowl of soup and a sandwich. The engineer munched contently on his food, his nose buried in a paperback copy of The Red Badge of Courage. John had all his favorites on his holo-pad... but nothing quite beat the nostalgic feel of a real book.

"Engineer Braillim, do you copy?" his radio squawked into life. Iyoshi Huang. The Redemption's Master-At-Arms and third-in-command under Captain Emments and Leutenint G'ran.

"KKmmmphhh shmrrphhh..." John furiously chewed at the food in his mouth, struggling not to choke as he swallowed the premature bite. "...copy sir."

"You're being assigned with one the early recon teams that's going into the facility. Aschen and Scatteran personnel will be accompanying you, so mind your manners."

"Of course, sir. Thank you sir."

His radio died, allowing Ramos to properly hack on the bits of sandwich still lodged in his throat. He'd be working with the foreigners, huh? Braillim wondered curiously about the men and women he'd be working with... were Scatterans really eight feet tall?


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John Braillim meanwhile, was suiting up in a standard APP Foreman's Exo, settling the butterflies in his stomach with a glass of cold water. This was it. His first real operation. John wasn't sure what to expect on Charon, and he didn't know how things would turn out... but he was sure he was ready for it.

"Just an evac scenario..." he exhaled, quietly reminding himself. "Nothing major. Just go where they need you. Follow orders. You'll survive." He smiled. Charon would be a cakejob. If he was getting this nervous on something as simple as this, he couldn't imagine what he would have been like had his first assignment been a REAL mission. John smiled in relief. His introduction to the TNG was going to be a walk-in-the-park.

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"Already moving forward, Captain," Engineer Ethan Kayle responded to Emments as he and his squad advanced down the ramparts of the Redemption, moving cautiously forward towards the CRF. The team of white-coated doctors, vested logistic officers and suited engineers walked hastily, suspiciously eyeing the cloud of plasmic gases fuming just beyond the enviro-shields of the facility.

John Braillim was among this first squad, quietly checking over his plasma-saw and superconductor rod, clipping the tools back into his belt with a satisfied grunt. His knuckles wrapped against the armor plating on his thigh. The Foreman's Exo was meant for engineering work, not combat... but Braillim still took some relief in having the tough suit over his skin. With an on-board scouting visor, vacuum-protection, tempurature regulators and meager energy shields, John (and the rest of the engineers) were arguably the most protected individuals on the squad.

Except for the soldiers, of course.

"Someone locked the front doors, huh?" Ethan walked up the steps to CRF, talking through the speaker in his suit as he addressed Raphael and his marines as they set the door charges. "That's odd. You'd think they'd have these babies wide open in the event of an emergency."

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"Well that was fuckin' weird..." Ethan rolled one of his shoulders forward, turning back to the group, "...if that accent was Russian, then that's prolly' Dmitriv Arakov. The guy that runs this whole place. If there's a power box on the second floor, that's where we should be headin', right?"

John Braillim lingered back, quietly scratching at a smudge on his plating. The engineer was by no means a leader... or even a talker, for that matter. Leave the deciding to the big boys.

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The squad of Terrans were in quite the predicament. The Scatterans were going one way, the Aschen were going another. The mission had just started, and already the hostilities were tearing this investigation apart from the inside out.

"Look, we're just gonna' do our jobs," Kayle muttered, "if there's a power box on the second floor, that's where we're headed. Also, would you two let me know when one of you find a fuckin' comms room? Not having an eye on the outside to guide me through this is killing me. We should be able to talk to one another so long as we stay in the facility, but it's freaking me the fuck out not being able to talk t'anyone else." That said, the squad of Terrans began moving towards one of the other elevators.

John watched the fight go down, wincing as their squad was divided. This was NOT the way things were supposed to go down. Evacs would become a mess... logistics would be coming from two different command points... God, how could things get any worse?