Lieutenant Finn Kidane
Finn grew up in a relatively low-tech, agrarian commune with almost textbook Sagittaron thinking toward modern technology, medicine, healthcare, government assistance and definitely a strong aversion to violence.
He is was the four minutes younger child of a set of fraternal twins; his sister Fia came first. Between the two, the classic twin dichotomy of the dominant and the submissive twin rang true: Finn is the quieter, more submissive, more artistic. Unlike typical twins, Fia and Finn wanted to be their own people and quarreled more than cooperated.
Life on Sagittaron, outside of the small town of Skoteinos, was dull drudgery. Finn was up at dawn and in bed by dusk- between then, his day was filled with regular chores and ad hoc needs around the commune.
Finn was a happy child who smiled easily, minded his manners and listened to his elders. He wasn’t chatty and he wasn’t obtrusive with his opinions. He prayed every night and went to church. He could sing the hymns and knew the entries of the holy scriptures before he could count. Where he showed some unusual early talent was in helping plan the day- and he seemed to have a good head for the math involved for helping erect new buildings and barns. And he learned the lay of the land well. Everyone encouraged him to pick up those skills and to eschew the silly, dreamy notions of writing.
Finn points to one day when he was twelve that changed his life. It forced him into examining his principles. He watched the hypocrisy of a group of boys shaming and beating another boy because he was homosexual and how the dogma of the commune didn’t let anyone interfere, because it was the will of the Gods. For the first time he asked how and why?
Then he learned that the boy laid dying in his home from massive brain trauma and no one would lift a finger to help him medically. It would be the will of the Gods if he survived which, he didn’t. Finn couldn’t accept that because he was also starting to become old enough that he could feel the way his feelings were going. Finn learned to be deeply afraid. He opened his ears and listened to how often people panned terrible things happening to others as simply the “will of Zeus” or a similar take.
From then on, Finn struggled to find the idyllic peace around Skoteinos as anything but an illusion. He took to writing and seeing his interest, his parents tried to steer him into service with the Faith. And he did for a while but he always kept some of his writing private. As he wrote, he didn’t so much find these strict adherences in the sacred texts, as they were more generations of Gemenon and Sagittaron scholars interpreting them that way.
Finn had had enough at fourteen and he finally popped off at the Priest who promptly slapped him and called him a Blasphemer. Where was the lack of violence adhered to there? Once it became public knowledge that Finn was slipping, he was increasingly shunned in the commune. He finally had enough, and he ran away. He made it into Skoteinos and from there he bartered as a cargo hand on a ship for the first colony they traded with- in this case, it was cows to Tauron.
For a year, the kid moved around cargo haulers as a strong back, learning how incredibly naïve he was and how big the greater 12 colonies were. He heard stories and the ones that fascinated him the most, he wrote down.
His big mistake was his idealism- and the fact he was just a kid who missed home. And the old saying goes, you can’t go home again. But he tried. He came back a stranger to eyes that looked at him like they knew him, they kept walking. When he went home, his mother answered the door. When he said who he was, she shut the door saying, “My son died almost two years ago.”
A heartbroken Finn stayed in Skoteinos for a week afterward and he honestly contemplated killing himself. If everything he understood was a lie and the people, he loved said he was dead… what’d it matter? It was his sister who appeared in his doorway that changed his course. They’d never got on, they mostly annoyed each other. But Fia suggested he just needed to go. He was an idiot for coming back here. And she reassured them that the family believed he wasn’t really dead. They just didn’t know how to handle what he’d come back to say or do.
Maybe someday, that would change. So, Finn ended up going. He went to Caprica first and found it a lot too alien to his thinking. But there were so many good stories and eye-opening experiences there. Beauty, technology, sex, sensuality, free thought, secular thought all in this throng of strangeness. It was a little much for him after a while and he retreated to Libris to go to school.
But Finn was also fundamentally poor and though a citizen of the 12 Colonies, it turned out that many of them shunned Sagittarons as dangerously backward. Finn tried and succeeded with a small group of friends- mostly artists- that he wasn’t like that. But he was always a little odd. The years pushed into official adulthood and he was released as a ward of the state. But what to do with himself?
Finn chose to give back and he moved into a military program that gave him training, education and later, a hefty credit bank for tuition for school. He went through the Colonial Militia Training Academy for the Colonial Fleet, at the campus based on Picon.
Finn had a hidden skill for hard, detail-oriented work. He was good at remaining calm during drills and could work through the spatial calculations necessary for FTL jumps. He didn’t necessarily love data as a thing, but he was good at working through it. The Academy personnel pushed him inadvertently as well- as what Sagittaron was particularly good at technical expertise and calculations? Well, Finn was. But he had to prove it over and over.
Finn’s few forays into piloting beyond being a ship’s Tactical Officer was mostly aboard Raptors where he earned the callsign, “Shaman-” evoking both Sagittaron’s religious fundamentalism and anti-technological roots.