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Ro Antos is a Bajoran and a member of the Bajoran Free Nation faction.
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Ro Antos was created in April, 2007. I've briefly tried one or two other characters on ATS in the not-so-recent past, but nothing ever stuck. For some reason, though, I committed more to this one, and I hope he has been memorable.
For a brief time in July 2008, I played Antok.
I can generally be found lurking around the RSE between 0600 and 1500, mushtime, on weekdays. I welcome pages from anyone who would like to engage in rp of just about any sort. All you have to do is ask.
I'm misfit815. If you can't find me by that, then I can't help you.
Born in 2372, just a few years after the occupation, Antos' arrival was a cause for celebration for his parents, who had narrowly avoided capture by Cardassians on numerous occasions while working with the resistance. By the time he arrived, his father was the governor of the Lonar Province. Growing up, Antos was blessed with a superb education and limitless possibilities.
Rather than take advantage of his family's wealth, power, and prestige, though, Antos mysteriously chose a quiet life, purchasing a modest tract of land in the Rakantha Province and earning a living as a moreka farmer. He married Tahna Meru in 2395, and the couple seemed to be destined for a peaceful existence on Bajor.
In 2402, Meru died during labor, losing the child, Pallra, as well. The heartbroken Antos suffered tremendously for months, and seemed to be hopelessly inconsolable. During his grief, though, his father, with whom he had not spoken in years, paid him a visit. At its conclusion, Antos immediately sold his farm and began traveling, first to the university in Musilla Province, then B'hala, then eventually to the Academy. His intentions are not known, but those few who are familiar with Ro Antos attest to a renewed energy and focus to his life that is as impressive as it is peculiar.
Antos' progression through the academy was remarkably quick, both by his own aptitude and by some not-so-subtle intervention by his father. Graduating in half the normal time, he was immediately assigned to a coveted position within BDF headquarters. After only three months at the assignment, Antos was reassigned to DS9, as the new Chief of Operations. It is not clear what role Governor Ro had in his son's rapid rise up the ladder, but political favors would be impossible to rule out given the odd circumstances at play.
Despite the attention and animosity he has received, especially for his most recent promotion (or perhaps even because of it), Lt. Ro appears to be driven to excel at his new appointment.
The Bajoran before you, probably in his 30's, is just under 6' tall and of fairly average build. His face is a bit weathered, with wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and mouth that suggest a warm, compassionate personality. He has salt-and-pepper hair, close-cropped, with a white streak reaching back from near the crown of his forehead. He bears a matching goatee, itself with a few grey hairs, but is otherwise clean-shaven. Most notable, though, are his eyes, dark brown and in deep sockets, which convey a thoughtful and reflective demeanor.
He is wearing a red Bajoran uniform. The uniform is loose enough to be comfortable without a sloppy appearance. Most of the tunic is a dark shade of red, but the shoulders and arms are dark yellow. On the collar is insignia for the rank of Captain, and on the right side of his chest is a glimmering compin in the shape of the Bajoran insignia. Around his waist is a black utility belt. His pants match the darker color of red on his tunic. He wears a pair of highly shined black boots on his feet.
As with most Bajorans, he wears an ornate earring on his right ear, identifying him to anyone who recognizes it as a member of a rather influential family from the Lonar Province.
When I was first transferred to DS9, I looked forward to my new assignment. Though I didn't feel adequately prepared to fill the role of Chief of Operations, I knew that I would acclimate myself quickly. And to be off-world for the first time, that was exciting.
I could not be more disappointed now. My role here is... comical. My first clue was the position itself. While it is justifiable for a starship to separate Ops from Engineering, there is no valid reason to do so at DS9. As a result, I find myself often at odds with Esid Itasha. Though I get a sense that he has aspirations for work in the security field, he is an excellent engineer and performs his duties well. Yet the fact remains that there are two people trying to do one job, and the result is lacking.
To worsen the matter, my attempt to regulate starship maintenance, at Minister Fawkes' request, ran afoul of my superiors. In one instance of many, I explained my actions, requested instruction, and was given none.
So with my duties in flux, I took it upon myself to try to be useful. As it turns out, the BDF maintains a pair of freighters for use by personnel, with the implicit understanding that using them for trade is acceptable as long as profits are shared with Bajor. I welcomed the opportunity to explore the galaxy, and eagerly went about sailing from port to port, earning a modest income. I had one encounter with the Breen that, in hindsight, should have served more of a warning to me.
I am loathe to discuss the matter regarding the Klingons. In fact, I find it rather embarrasing. Of course, it cost me a considerable amount of latinum as well. Following that incident, I took the logical step of notifying my superiors and halting all of my off-station activity. Once again, I have had no further instruction.
So... what now? I have no real role here, little faith in my superiors, and a poor record when taking matters into my own hands. If I continue on this path, I do not foresee any change. I have considered requesting a transfer, even resigning my commission and returning to my farm. What good does that serve? I am... at a loss.
The situation has not improved.
The incident while I was off-duty only supports that conclusion. Kivas Esid Sturmvogel's actions were exemplary, right up until she let her fist fly. Now one of the most capable officers on the station is in the brig, and rightfully so. Meanwhile, the Commander and XO sit and watch their senior staff try to play diplomat.
No, I don't know that for sure. That ambiguity, in itself, is a problem. Esid Itasha's transcript says one thing, while Aidoann says another. What business did he even have contacting them in the first place? I wonder if he admits to verbally assaulting her. I wonder if anyone would notice.
And I do nothing. What can I do? No matter what insubordination goes on around me, it would not justify my own. What does it say, though, when the Klingons are practially the only nation not at odds with us? I fear the long-term effects if this continues, but I don't know what to do. Prophets, help me.
I rattled on about trust to Aidoann, and now look at me. I'm plastered because I can't resolve my own prejudiced behavior. Damn Cardies. I never could trust them, and I don't think I ever will. Ian's an idiot for running off at the mouth with that Gul. What was he thinking?
I looked up the records on the namesake for the new space colony. Ian told me he was a racist, and he was right. What's worse is that one lonely act of hatred, one pointless murder of a nobody Cardie, is all that bastard was ever known for. And we name a space colony after him?
So here I am, drunk on cheap whiskey and pissed at the Cardies, just like Kainon was. And yet the idea that I have anything in common with him makes me want to vomit.
Kainon Station. How appropriate.
I guess I need to replicate something for this headache before my shift starts.
It would seem that an XO is nothing more than an overglorified babysitter. Since accepting the position, I've had to deal with a loss of staff in Engineering, a ship's captain who can't seem to remember basic pre-flight procedures, merchants who can't follow space regulations, and a CMO who's proving to be her own best customer.
In the meantime, my transporter training has been all but put on hold, we're beginning to see more diplomatic traffic, and there's still no information on that unknown Diana-class ship. It's a wonder the Set'shokut ever got anything done.
Still, I hope my assignment becomes permanent soon. It would mean that the Ops Chief's job would be officially vacant again, and I could get some help around here. Then maybe, just maybe, I could find enough time to pick up aux duty on one of the ships that's expected to be patrolling the Gamma quadrant soon. That'd be nice. I could use some flight time on something larger than a scout. I wonder if Krim needs a Tactical Officer.
All attempts have failed. I spent several days at the monastery and learned very little. She was still... herself, when she was transferred there, and then something happened to her during her stay. I have no idea what, though. Is this a ruse by her, to keep from being incarcerated again? Did she really become indoctrinated into the faith? Or is it something sinister - some brainwashing that has taken place?
None of those prospects are appealing. If she's bluffing, then it is quite elaborate, and she seems to have no intention at all of confiding in me. I can't even begin to imagine what she might be hiding. If the monks really did get to her - if she is now somehow enlightened to the Way of the Prophets - then it is a very dim light. Her knowledge of the faith seems to be adequate, but her understanding of the principles is grossly incorrect. Surely the monks would have seen to her spiritual well-being better than that before releasing her? As for the third option... that may be the least palatable. It means that whatever took place must have done so *at* the monastery.
For lack of any better option, I took a risk today. I've planted the seed, and now I need to walk away. She needs to find some answers on her own. I hope that she comes around, but my worst fears about what took place at that monastery may be correct, and if they are, well... then Aidoann as we know her may be gone forever.
It has been four months, but it might as well have been as many days. I remember stopping at Lily Yo... and that's it. Did we even go to warp? Everything is suspect. Who were they? Their faces are a blur. I can't even remember what they did. How is that? I know it hurt. By the Prophets, did it hurt! Yet there aren't any marks. Not a scratch! It's like I dreamed the whole thing. Did I? Too many questions, and no answers. None that aren't classified, anyway. I wonder if Gell expects me to remember anything else. I wonder if I ever will.
It will be nice to see my own bed again. I wonder what has happened while I was gone. Four months... too long to be away. And all I have from it is this headache. And too many questions. What's that? Ah, we're dropping out of warp now. There she is. What a beautiful sight. It's nice to be back home again.