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Mirror, Mirror

Description

The Mirror Universe.
That delightful place where everyone has questionable facial hair, half their wardrobe is leather, and morality is basically a choose-your-own-adventure novel written by a sociopath.

For this competition, you get to take one of your characters and create a Mirror Universe counterpart. Not just “the evil version.”

  • What’s the same? Because even in the Mirror Universe, some core traits stick around.
  • What’s different? Context, environment, and survival-of-the-fittest rules have shaped them in ways your Prime character could never imagine.
  • What are the delicious contradictions? Does your kindly medical officer suddenly become a tyrant in a lab coat? Does your cut-throat tactical officer somehow end up as a misunderstood poet who secretly knits?

Pick one of you existing characters (and link them in the submission box, so we know who they are).

In the submission box (and I cannot stress this enough: the text box. Not BFMS.), write a new bio for their Mirror counterpart. You only need four sections: Overview, Personality, Appearance, and History.

 

Criteria

  • A link to the existing character must be put into the submission box. This needs to be a fleshed out character with overview, personality, appearance, history and service record. Images are optional.
  • The biography of the mirror version must be submitted as text in the submission box. It must contain Overview, Personality, Appearance, and History.
  • The biography will be assessed on the depth of character, the mechanical and stylistic strength of the writing, and appropriateness for the setting and genre of Star Trek in consideration of MU lore.

Winners

Submissions

User Content Date Entry
Thov th'Zeles (#1644)

Here is the link to warmth and comfort through plants, Sohjeg Prun. I tried to flip that personality completely.
https://bravofleet.com/character/157003/

Summary

Sohjeg Prun serves as Science Officer and third in command aboard a vessel gutted and reforged into an ecological menace. Its warp nacelles burn hot with a volatile blend of deuterium and unstable additives. A massive science bay hangs under the saucer and main hull section. Prun has purposed them into chambers of resource extraction and chemical study. Prun commands his laboratories with the same precision that a commander directs across a phalanx. The Trill is unflinching, unmerciful, and always seeks to trade the wellbeing of others for the benefit of his crew. His expertise lies not in charting nebulae or cataloguing anomalies, but in bending biology to manipulate and control. Where others see forests and jungles as resources to be preserved, Prun sees raw materials of terror. He grows responsive vines that constrict and bind around prey like pythons. He made a name for himself by propagating several types of spores that dull the mind. Exotic blossoms grown in vibrant colors have the power to dissuade resistance. Prun does not heal. He harvests. Every plant he touches becomes a weapon. His experiments allow him to unravel an enemy without drawing a blade or disruptor.

Prun’s private quarters are a stifling jungle grown within steel bulkheads. The sweltering shrine reflects his upbringing as a nomad in the feral tropics of Trill’s equatorial wilds. Thick vines clutch at bulkhead seams. Venomous flowers hiss open in the dim red glow of heat lamps. Floral scents are sweet enough to beguile, yet suffocating enough to overwhelm. Among this cultivated ruin, Prun refines hallucinogenic narcotics and concoctions designed to addict and enslave. Betazoid Baroness Ikastrul Zaa helps him probe the broken minds of those who writhe under the touch of his elixirs. Together they measure obedience, terror, and psychological collapse with clinical interest.

Appearance

Sohjeg Prun carries none of the polish or composure expected of an officer. Long obsidian hair is left unkempt. The tangled mass falls down across his temples and cheeks like a shroud. A jagged scar splits the right side of his face from temple to jaw. It twists the angular point of his chin into a feral appearance. Prun’s 5'9 frame is wiry, but never fragile. Long limbs move with sudden, unpredictable energy. His steps are closer to a pensive lurch than a confident stride. His gait is more like a pacing predator than a man walking. His grey, unblinking eyes carry a forlorn gleam that unsettles all who study them. Few linger under his gaze without shifting uneasily.

The tan-olive complexion of his skin is marked by the Trill’s distinctive rows of spots. They appear like brands scorched into his soft flesh. Two thick trails rise from his ankles and curl up his body before joining underneath his hairline. Where another might find charm in such heritage, Prun wears his markings like a map of inevitability. He sees his spots as a genetic curse drawn across his body. The bushiness of his brows only deepen the manic shadow of his eyes. His scar-twisted grin shows cracked, yellowed teeth. People draw back when he speaks. He talks in a raspy, uneven cadence filled with moments of silence that uncomfortably stretch between words. Time spent in his company makes others feel unsafe. They feel as though they have already been chosen as the subject of his next experiment.

Personality

Sohjeg Prun thrives only when others are trapped in his presence. He does not study others out of idle curiosity. He sees them as prey. Every laugh, nervous tic or twitch of the eye when they think no one is looking becomes another crack to pry open. Observation is a weapon that he uses with the same precision as a blade. Where others find leisure in the luxury accommodations of the bandit vessel known as the Bluejay, Prun haunts the starship like a shadow. He is often found exclusively in his quarters or deep within the disorganized bay of laboratories. His conversations feel forced and unsettling. He does not share himself. He plants cruel fragments of thought designed to unsettle. He tells you your fears before you can voice them. He teases about dreams the listener will never fulfill. The discomfort of others is seen as a source of nourishment.

Emotion is not something Prun offers or accepts. It is something he extracts. He supports no one. He thrives on turning compassion into dependence and dependence into ruin. Breaking spirits is his favorite pastime. His failures are never judged harshly by himself. There is no failure, only a pursuit of the next experiment. A body broken is a lesson. A mind shattered is progress. The sweltering jungle he calls his quarters is both a classroom and prison.

His second home is a laboratory more reminiscent of a dungeon than a research space. Vines bind his test subjects with leafy finality. Pods release plant-based fumes to warp their senses. Leaves drip with toxins that only Prun has been immunized against. The soil that scents the place reeks of rot and chemical decay. Addiction and madness begin here.

Though he speaks of intimacy, Prun uses romance only as another form of leverage. Lovers are test subjects made pliable with seduction. The holophoto he keeps hidden is not of a lost partner but of a woman whose will he broke long ago. He keeps the trophy pressed between the pages of a poetry book stained with plant oils and blood. The Trill is certain that any bond can be created or severed with the right mixture of root, herb and poison.

His ally, Baroness Ikastrul Zaa, often remarks that Prun sees the same beauty in a dying mind as others see in flowers. Together they refine his craft. She engulfs herself within the screaming depths of his victims’ thoughts in order to help him refine his potions and methods.

His Trill spots itch both from a shellfish allergy and the volatile tinctures he tests upon himself. Prun is both cultivator and cultivated. A genetic specialist aboard the Bluejay is an Orion named T'Naagi. She uses aspects of his Trill DNA to create biological diseases. Scars, rashes and burns mark Prun as a man who suffers in pursuit of dark knowledge.

Sohjeg Prun does not believe in people. He believes in plants. People are just invasive vines. They should be twisted, cut back, and reshaped until they strangle themselves.

History

2373–2382: Early Childhood
Sohjeg Prun was born in Grumgora, a mist-choked settlement deep in the mountain jungles of Trill. The village was not idyllic. Its isolation bred hunger, superstition, and cruelty. Families hoarded food. Neighbors betrayed one another to survive. Children scavenged barefoot among wet stones. Young gangs scavenged for food and fought over territory while no adults looked to intervene. Starships were not a dream on the horizon but predatory shapes in the sky. Raiders and smugglers often passed overhead. Even as a boy, Prun preferred the forest to settlements. He vanished into the fog where venomous mushrooms rotted in clumps and massive trees strangled the sunlight. His earliest joy was in the discovery of poisons. Young Prun tested which fruit skins burned the tongue. He learned which plants made animals stumble and die when mixed into their food.

He was the third of six children. His father was a grim xenobiologist who trafficked in illegal narcotics and toxins. He spared little warmth towards his children. He taught Prun to identify herbs not for medicine but for control. Prun learned about plants that dulled pain, warped memory, or bent the will of others. He absorbed it all eagerly. Each secret meant power in a place where weakness was death.

2383–2390: School Years
Prun never flourished in formal schooling because he had no patience for others. Teachers called him distracted. His mind was always focused on ways to bend the people around him. When classmates quarreled, he didn’t soothe them. He whispered lies designed to stoke the fire. When others cried, he studied their faces for weakness. He was a manipulator before he was a man.

When he was only thirteen, his father overdosed on a hallucinogenic compound he synthesized. Prun saw his father's body as it convulsed in the dirt. Foam spilled from his lips as Prun ran to comfort him. He did not grieve in the weeks that followed. He simply harvested his father’s notes and continued the experiments alone.

His father’s absence made him sharper. Prun vowed to surpass him as he developed a fervent dedication to his research. His studies in xenobotany were tolerated by instructors who knew better than to question his motives. He quickly grew adept at synthesizing narcotics from root systems and fungal cultures. Prun tested their effects on stray animals and vulnerable classmates. Even at a young age, whispers of the boy who could twist your mind with nothing but a cup of tea began to circulate.

2391–2395: Advanced Study in Horticulture
Prun earned advanced degrees in xenobotany and horticulture through Terran Empire institutions that prized exploitation of biology as tools of control. Training facilities were located within domed laboratories. Screams echoed against sterile bulkheads behind sealed doors.

Plants were not seen as therapeutic or medicinal, but as weapons. Vulcan neurobiology was studied only to find ways of breaking it. Betazoid empathy was not a gift but a vulnerability to exploit. Prun’s experiments grew bolder as he hybridized poisonous vines with fungal spores to create hallucinogens. He distilled root extracts into truth serums and engineered addictive pollens towards keeping subjects docile. His work was noticed by raiders and smugglers who trafficked in fear. It was here that he met Baroness Ikastrul Zaa, a Betazoid noble known for her telepathic cruelty. Together they began their partnership. She would delve into the minds of his test subjects. Zaa reported their terror and unraveled their thoughts. He used her notes to refine the doses that brought them beyond the edge of madness.

2396–2398: Advanced Xenobotanical Research
Prun took up residence on a moon-based research station two systems away from Trill. The facility was simply listed as a place of agricultural study. In truth, it was a den of bandits and renegades who funded Prun’s work in exchange for the drugs and toxins he synthesized. His quarters became a sweltering, overgrown jungle of experimental growth. Prisoners were forced to suffer while Prun scribbled notes in feverish detail.

For two years, he perfected methods of inducing obedience through chemical haze. His broken “patients” were rebuilt into servants, spies, or husks of who they used to be. By the time he left the station, several syndicates already relied on his drugs to control their fighters. His name began to carry weight. A nickname was soon whispered within black markets across the galaxy. He became Prun, the Poisoner.

2399–Present: Establishing Terror
By 2399, Prun’s work had spread far beyond the shadows of Trill. Criminal cartels and Terran warlords alike sought his expertise. It was during this period that he secured his place aboard the Bluejay. The science vessel was stripped of any noble ideals. This was a predatory research craft. The laboratory ship was crewed by marauders and slavers. The Blue Jay is overseen by Bajoran warchief Raku Mobra. Prun quickly became third in command. His expertise became indispensable to Raku’s ambitions.

As Baroness Zaa’s telepathy exposed every thought of his captives, Prun perfected plant-based torture methods that could unravel even the strongest mind. Addictive spores turned crews into compliant thralls. Root extracts warped perception until reality itself crumbled. Vines infused with stimulants forced broken bodies into further servitude. To his enemies, he was a nightmare whispered through interrogation chambers. To his allies, he was an instrument of terror too valuable to discard.

Prun does not dream of teaching or healing. He dreams of jungles grown across entire worlds. He wants to see entire planets suffocate under spores that only he controls. In the Mirror Universe, power is survival. Prun cultivates his stronghold the way one tends to a garden. He is patient, ruthless, and fights until nothing remains but what he has shaped.

 2025-09-09 14:46:59
Aloran (#2232)

The Mirror Universe counterpart of Emilia Parr: https://bravofleet.com/character/147952/

Overview

In the Terran Empire, Emilia Parr keeps people alive so the machine of coercion continued to function and she makes sure the crew are them eager to be part of its rhythm. The crew call her the Velvet Scalpel. She runs 'Biobehavioral Operations' on the I.S.S. Farragut: part sickbay, part discipline, and part intelligence. Where others rule by spectacle, she governs by protocol: calibrated attention, negotiated limits, and promises kept. She can heal, question, or court as the job demands. She prefers the clean method. A word before a wound. A promise before a threat. She teaches the crew to desire obedience.

Personality

Parr practises 'strategic intimacy' the way a surgeon practises asepsis: with ritual and care. Charm first, pain if needed. She drafts consent like a treaty - scope, application, aftercare - and honours it to the letter because she believes that ritual reliability breeds confession faster than fear.

In the moment she is warm and attentive; in the morning she is exact, with notes in a neat hand. She keeps a private lexicon: a glance that means slow down, a touch that means continue, a word that ends the scene and starts the debrief. Lies and deception offend her because they cheapen the performance and garner bad intelligence. If one whispered hour of intimacy - measured and mutually chosen - will save a week in the agony booth, she will spend the hour and make it feel like a reward. She does not counterfeit feeling but rather she allocates it with discipline (and punishment).

Appearance

Her uniform is austerity made inviting: medical leather cut like a lab coat, the dagger-and-Earth sigil where eyes must land. A narrow harness carries a brushed-steel hypospray and a compact agonizer that passes for jewellery at receptions. Her hair is in a single braid. A fine scar along the jaw where she removed her own tracker. A low voice that turns corridors private. A light, clean scent akin to metal after rain. Her gloves thin enough to feel the flutter of a lie at the wrist. Beneath the coat, discreet restraint lines double as medical supports: cuffs that are bracelets until needed, a collar that monitors vitals and applies force. Nothing gaudy. Nothing loose. The effect is clinical by design and intimate in consequence.

History

She started on an orbital scrapyard where secrets bought more bread than labour. She fixed a black-clinic steriliser, won an apprenticeship, and learned that attention, properly measured, outlives terror.

The Academy paired trauma medicine with liaison protocol and sent her to the dinners where a dance step is a pass and a toast a probe. She catalogued the Empire’s tools - the belt agonizer, the booth that makes pain into policy - and learned to use them rarely by making their certainty felt. Her cadet thesis, Deterrence by Desire: Minimizing Pain in Compliance, cut mutiny on her first posting by a third. A superior tried to steal it. She challenged, won, and filed the duel as a disciplinary correction.

Since then she has run sickbay as a confidence shop. Vaccines for favours. Rumours for sutures. Enemies for dinner and, if useful, for breakfast. She maintains a hidden ward for the expendable, stocked with contraband analgesics and softer things. Debriefs there come with tea and terms: you will heal, you will help, you will answer when called. She keeps signal codes embedded in her EMH's routines and colour bands on her kit that mean ease, hold, stop. And the crew learn them because she makes them useful in life as well as liaison. Call it charity if you like. She calls it inventory: living debts, safely tied, and to be called in when it benefits her.

 2025-09-09 12:07:11
Ludvig Traven (#3114)

Current Character Bio (Crewman Sol Danak): https://bravofleet.com/character/159622/

Overview:
Sol Danak, quickly rose through the ranks of the new Terran Empire, not by accident but by calculated and precise planning. Where others would see the dirty jobs as beneath them, Danak, saw them as an opportunity. Having a definite instinct for survival he used these indispensable skills to his advantage. Making sure the things that needed to work did.

Personality:
He is controlled and calculating and precisely plans every move. He speaks very little, waiting for others to talk themselves into a corner and reveal themselves first. He is fiercely loyal, but only really to those above him, everyone else is a stepping stone for further greatness. He values order over chaos as he can exploit rules and law to his benefit.

Appearance:
Sol Danak is in his early 20s, with a thin build and dark hair. He is always clean shaven with a perfectly sharp haircut. His uniform is always pressed and pristine without a speck of dust or grime. Even his boots remain perfectly polished after crawling through the dirtiest of jefffries tubes.

History:
Early Life (2380-2399)
He was low born on Alpha Centauri to a mining family. This was never going to be enough for him, he didn't want to be just another miner. But machines made sense to him and so did the people who relied upon them working. He learned at a young age that those that controlled them, controlled the people. He learnt to understand them to leverage his position, repairing those that would help him get out of the shadows and sabotaging those that could prove a rival.

Imperial Enlistment (2399-2401)
Working his way out of the gutter he realised that to push further than the confines of the mining colonies he would need to reach higher. He enlisted in the Imperial Training Corps in 2399. By 2401 he completed a Engineering Technician Apprenticeship with the highest distinction, not by teamwork but by removing his rivals before they could get close to his scores.

Starbase Bravo (2401-Present)
Following graduation, he was assigned to the 4th Imperial Fleet as an Engineering Specialist. Serving on board Starbase Bravo, a critical staging post for Imperial might in the darkness. He quickly established himself as someone who keeps things running, while strategically ensuring that malfunctions only happen to his or his Chain of Commands rivals. His clean uniform and record conceal the truth that if something goes wrong on the station, it's usually happened because he wanted it that way.

2025-09-08 20:53:27
James MacLeod (#653)
Disqualified
 2025-08-30 01:33:53
Varen Wyll (#2419)

https://bravofleet.com/character/145523/ - CMMDR Nirrishan

Overview
To be Suliban is to live through the suspicious eyes of others. To be Nirrishan is to prove this true at every opportunity, and to do so right under the nose of her targets. Though the Cabal fell at the boot heels of the Terran Empire, Nirrishan uses her abilities alongside her naturally curious and keenly observant mind in service of a different master as one of the secretive 'hands of the Emperor'. With a number of sensory augmentations, including hyper and subsonic hearing, she now roams the vast tracks of the empire, tracking descent and rebellion within the worlds of the Klingon-Cardassian Alliance. And she does so with increasing success, for who would ever suspect an alien slave speaks to an emperor?

Appearence
Slight and unassuming, Nirrishan's thin and seemingly malnourished body is as much a ploy as anything she does. With a number of augmentations to improve her metabolic rate and the performance of cardio-vascular and endocrine systems, this tiny woman is another unassuming figure shuffling the halls of the empire. Beneath her cowel, however, bright yellow citrine eyes are always watching, surveying, monitoring, pouring information into her quasi-eidetic memory. And when push comes to shove, the surprisingly muscular and athletic Nirrishan is quickly out of harm's way.

Personality
The spider in the centre of a vast web of grey connections and even darker secrets, the clandestine Suliban woman is not above tugging at any string to get her perfectly positioned for her mission. With a litany of favours and secrets locked away in her mind, gathered over the years under pseudonyms and fronts, her greatest weapon is usually what she is willing not to say. The idea of getting her hands dirty with such prosaic things as a phaser or a dagger is an anathema to Nirrishan, preferring to convince others to strike on her behalf (willingly and unknowingly).

Nirrishan is not without some mote of kindness, though crushed by circumstance it may be. As her journeys take her through the underbelly of the Alliance, where aliens are made to scramble and claw for survival, it is with surprising regularity that these indentured servants seem to find a way to escape captivity during the course of her missions. No one cares because so few know, and to those who do, a few escaped slaves are of little consequence. But to the woman Nirrishan keeps secret in her heart of hearts, it is everything.

History
Early Life
There are a few of the Suliban nomad caravans left, skirting the edge of the Klingon-Cardassian Alliance, preferring to avoid confrontation following the cowing of the Cabal. It was to one of these that Nirrishan was born into the arms of a loving mother and fearful father. When she contracted a radiation sickness early in her childhood as a result of the poor upkeep of the station they barely called home, she was taken to a shady backstreet doctor for aid, who advised a treatment of genetic surgery to fix her unwinding DNA. Despite her parents’ well-meaning intentions, they were drawn in by the honeyed words of the Romulan doctor who secretly served a rebellion cell against the Klingon-Cardassian Alliance.

A Tool of a Fallen Cabal
Through unexpected and unorthodox means, the Cabal had continued on in the secret activities of a number of individuals, desperately attempting to bring down the swollen Terran Empire. Having demonstrated a keen and inquisitive mind during her treatments, the Romulan doctor who had won the trust of her parents quietly began moulding her, forcing genetic augmentations upon her under the guise of a cure. Slowly but surely, he warped her mind and body to believe in the cause that serving the barely functioning Cabal was her true path. By the age of 16, she demonstrated confidence in her growing abilities and skills and was scheduled for a ‘final treatment’ on Selkes IX.

This was the last time she saw her parents, and as the door to the transport closed and the green-blooded doctor whispered her to sleep, Nirrishan that was, went with them.

For the next five years, Nirrishan served the small cell, aiding and abetting their clandestine rebellion against an Empire that barely noticed their insect bites.

Lifted to Empire
When Nirrishan turned 21, the cabal cell pushed too far, and after a failed attempt at assassinating a sector governor went wrong, Nirrishan found herself in a jail cell facing the executioner's axe. It was here that an agent of the Alliance’s security service stumbled upon her during a series of interrogations on other rebel prisoners. Surprised by her observant nature and always watching eyes, he began making visits just to interview the young woman. It was on one of these visits that Nirrishan learned the officer was really from the Emperor’s house as he confessed his interest in collecting her. Days later, Nirrishan was hustled onto a transport and dispatched to a backwater planet at the edge of known space, where she found herself fed, watered and trained to maximise her augmented abilities.

Two years later she was unleashed onto the galaxy, her mission simple. Root out sedition by any means possible. And whilst her work has been hampered slightly by the rise of the Terran Rebellion, the Klingon-Cardassian alliance is vast, and her masters continue to have grand ideas of empire.

2025-08-29 08:51:17
Michael Angelus (#3090)

Link to ‘Prime’ Character: Michael Angelus
https://bravofleet.com/character/157115

OVERVIEW:
Inquisitor Angelus is a half-Terran, half-Betazed interrogation officer of the Terran Empire. Recruited into Terran Intelligence at a young age due to his Telepathic Powers, Angelus excels at breaking others through rigorous torture before fully dominating their minds.

PERSONALITY:
Angelus appears to be a quiet fly on the wall in most cases. Casting too much of a limelight on oneself always opens up the opportunistic hopeful to challenge one’s position, and he can't continue to serve the empire if he is dead. He is cold, calculating, and genuinely loyal to the cause. He is brutally efficient and will kill without hesitation or bravado if he detects dissent or treasonous thoughts from his colleagues. He is not greedy like many he serves with, knowing his talents keep him alive in most cases, but he prioritizes simply maintaining the status quo, letting his service take him to new heights.

APPEARANCE:
Michael is a 5’8’ 215lb humanoid male with a very fit and muscular body. He will generally wear clothes just a bit too big to hide his physique from others, to make himself appear unassuming. He has short brown hair and a stubble beard, which is hard to grow due to a cut that goes from just under his left nostril, down his upper and lower lip into his cleft, a war-wound he received while subduing a rather unruly Lethean Terrorist. His eyes are hollow, cold, and unending like space itself, and his smile is always fueled by unholy desire.

HISTORY:
Born the bastard child of a Terran Officer and a Betazed concubine, he spent most of his childhood as an afterthought, stowed away in cupboards and cargo holds, out of sight and mind from his true ‘family’. When his powers manifested at the age of 8, he was able to use them to warn his father of an impending mutiny, saving his father's life. From there, his father ‘sold’ Michael into the service of the Empire, to be trained as a psyker, or telepathic agent of Imperial Intelligence.

Michael’s training was gruesome, and his dedication was tested at every turn, yet as he came of age and was conscripted into the Military, he found himself to be an invaluable asset to his commanding officers. Able to pass off as a full Terran, many were unsuspecting of his telepathic powers, leaving them vulnerable to his mental probing, allowing him to sniff out traitors, heretics, and command opposition. He was an internal sleeper agent, and every time his cover was finally blown, he would be transferred to a new command to start fresh.

Angelus is not ignorant of the demoralizing and often self-inflicting nature of the Terran Empire; however, one cannot argue with the results it brings. As where the frontier and ‘backrooms’ of the empire are gruesome and brutal, for its everyday, loyal and obedient citizens, it is a paradise. It's for this reason Angelus can bear the blackest heart of the empire, for the sake of all the ones it sustains. This is his home, his family, his life, and he will defend these with fiendish vigor.

He now serves as Chief Inquisitor of Starbase 9, under the command and protection of Vice-Admiral Orvetha Myrel, whom Michael deeply respects as a surrogate-grandmother. To him, she is kind, caring, and generous, but to her enemies, she is a ruthless warmonger, whom Michael has found a fondness for and knows that supporting her rise to power will only benefit him in the long run. But now he stands out as a known telepath, and that has led to new complications, making him constantly on the lookout for hungry officers vying for Myrel’s favor, and to snuff him out as well.

 2025-08-28 04:38:55
Trevenan Williams (#1295)

((I will be plaintively honest here; the I created a MU version of Sam Hyland for my USS Valley Forge story "Through a Mirror Crack'd Darkly", but I put so much work into this Bio - that I really wanted to put it up when I saw this competition. It is my own original work, but if it does not meet the criteria - I will understand))

Samantha Hyland (Prime Universe)

https://bravofleet.com/character/96510/

Samantha Hyland (MU)

Overview

Samantha Hyland is an Imperial Starfleet Officer of the Terran Empire and has risen to a position of command through a combination of ruthlessness, insight and murder.

An avowed Xenophobe, Hyland pretends to fully embrace the aggressive expansionist and genocidal tenets of the regime, but only insofar as it benefits her own ends – which is to amass as much power and influence with which to secure her own position and ensure her longevity & survival.

Narcissistic, borderline sociopathic and thoroughly amoral, Hyland is nevertheless an accomplished liar and dissembler.
She rose to command of the ISS Albion after framing her former CO, Captain Robert Carrington, for treason and executed him herself – but not before torturing him for information she knew he did not possess.

Usurping and supplanting her UFP doppelgänger (who is left stranded in the MU and assimilated by the Hive Collective), Hyland assumes Sam’s identity and command of the USS Valley Forge, having successfully fled the Terran Empire to the Prime Universe.

Appearance

Samantha Hyland is 5ft 8ins tall and is of a slim and athletic build with Ash-Blond hair and Blue Eyes – testament to her Nordic lineage on her mother’s side.

Sam is fluid and purposeful in her movement and holds herself arrogantly.

Sam Hyland enjoys running – as a way to both exercise and distance herself from her troubles. During her time at the Academy, she excelled in her instruction in Applied – Violence and excelled in Interrogation.

Personality

The first and most striking thing that most people note about Samantha Hyland is her lack of empathy.

Given to casual cruelty for its own sake, Hyland is wholly indifferent to the suffering of others – moreover she considers these to be positive traits when applied with considered effect.

Having risen to her current position by merit of being able to read people and anticipate their actions in advance, Sam is adroit with thinking on her feet and responding to a wide range of situations both tactical and political. Her father’s murder of her late mother, to better his position within the Terran Empire, has taught Samantha the importance of attending to small details.
Sam seeks to dominate socially and always seeks to isolate opponents to the outside of the circle.

History

Samantha Hyland graduated Imperial Starfleet Academy in 2396 AD and was assigned as a Political Officer aboard Starbase 72 and was instrumental in Admiral Janeway’s purges to root out and execute those that had led the empire into the dark age of capitulation and weakness that left her people open to subjugation and slavery at the hands of the Klingon – Cardassian Alliance.
Aware that she too, would eventually be caught up in the same purges that she perpetuated, such was the level of paranoia and score settling of the tie, Samantha decided that she would be comparatively safer with an assignment aboard one of the vessels assigned to the Imperial Fleet.

Initially assigned to the California – class Utility Cruiser, ISS Sacramento – Lt Hyland took part in the subjugation and eradication of the people of the Primarion System – seizing the opportunity to betray her father and sacrifice him to the mysterious crystal entity. However, her failure to destroy the elder alien saw her cashiered and imprisoned back on Starbase 72.
With the advent of the intercrural galactic event of The Labyrinth, with both Cardassian and Klingon rebels seizing on the resultant confusion to strike back at the Terran Empire, Sam was surprised to be given brevet command of the venerable New Orleans – class frigate, ISS Savannah. She seized the opportunity to nearly destroy the remnants of the Cardassian High Command, but her old enemy – Gul Yomat Ghallir managed to elude her once more – disappearing back into the former demilitarized zone with his True Way terrorists.

For her tenacity and zealousness, Hyland was promoted to the rank of Commander – posted aboard the ISS Albion, a powerful Inquiry – class Interdictor – Cruiser under the veteran Captain Robert Carrington. Biding her time and learning all she could from Carrington, Samantha fabricated a trail of damning evidence that was sufficient to unseat Carrington, and she had the satisfaction of breaking the arrogant old man in the Agonizer, extending his suffering for weeks until his proud mind broke and she took his skull as a trophy.

Dispatched to root out and destroy the New Marquis ‘Resistance’ under the Cardassian Gul Yomat Ghallir, the ISS Albion encountered and crippled the United Federation of Planets Starfleet vessel USS Valley Forge, which had entered Imperial space via a portal torn between the ‘Prime’ & ‘Mirror’ Universes. Taking the Starfleet vessel unawares, Hyland kidnapped her Captain and several of her bridge crew and was surprised to see herself face-to-face with a perfect doppelganger of herself!

Executing the hostages one by one, Hyland set to torturing this other Sam Hyland and discovered a crystal lattice growing in her leg that served to amplify the gruesome effects of the Agonizer. Learning of the Prime Universe, Hyland sought to take the experimental test – vessel, Hull 3185, that her twin had inadvertently arrived upon and use its revolutionary ‘Stutter-Warp’ drive to escape the oppression of the Terran Empire and apply her ruthless ambition to subvert & dominate the weaker Federation.

During a battle with the New Marquis forces, Hyland betrayed and abandoned the crew of the ISS Albion, leaving them to be assimilated by the Hive – Collective (a Mirror – Universe insectile – amalgam of The Borg) and beamed aboard the fleeing Hull – 3185 to do battle with her escaped doppelganger.

As the pair fought the USS Valley Forge swept in and performed and emergency transport, moments before the Stutterwarp Drive was scuttled, closing the rift between parallel universes.

Hyland awoke, the new master of the Valley Forge, whilst her Prime Universe counterpart awoke as a captive aboard the Hive Tet, to face the horror of assimilation….

 2025-08-28 00:01:02
Rynar Jast (#2796)
Disqualified
 2025-08-27 21:37:29

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