Name: Patrick Flannagan
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 168 lbs.
Occupation: SR-1 Avionics Engineer
Combat Role: Veteran/None
Crew Role: Ship Engineer/Engine Officer
Quote: "Give me a torque wrench and Tullamore Dew and I'll give you pulse propulsion."
Weapons: M-6 Carnifex
Biotic Powers: None
Appearance
This former Alliance Engineer was born in County Cork, Ireland on his home world Earth to Catholic parents and baptized as an infant. His family wasn't impoverished, but they also weren't middle class neither. Cattle workers herding and sheering sheep, he spent much of his time outdoors in the slopes of Cork where he grew an ire for adventure and the outdoors. He often described those days as 'the freest and happiest kid in the world'. But even that came to a halt when the young Patrick had graduated from his schooling and was left at a dilemma on where his life direction would take him. Having no opportunity or desire herding cattle for the rest of his life or the finance to blindly enter a career path, he settled on enlisting into the Alliance Navy.
Passing through rigorous training, he found himself apart of the 5th Fleet, 63rd Flotilla Scout aboard the SF-1 SSV Omaha Class 'Typhoon' under XO Lemmons. His vessel was involved with extensive probing of interstellar space and untouched portions while also doing moderate patrols through pirated regions of intergalactic space. Most of his days, he'd spent his time and energy for his job as an Avionics Engineer, which also dealt with Electronical and Mechanical Engineering. Serving as a handyman in the generator with his co-workers, he got to learning the vessel inside out and absorbed the information as he felt like if he were apart of something bigger than himself and doing something with his life.
There were times however where he'd seen dark sides of what the real world had to offer. Responding to an attack of Batarian raiders on a colony on the planet 'Forgreen', the Omaha and 2nd Frontier Division launched an attack to expel any remaining raiders and rescue the survivors. In the aftermath, Patrick volunteered with the medical officers and their group of forty volunteers went about to assist with the displaced colonizers. Patrick saw up close the grim realities some had to face, with wives crying over the bodies of their husbands, children disheveled and dirty, homes burnt and weeping folk damning their God for taking everything from them. From all races, which left a profound impact on the young Patrick. What kind of a person would bring such level of terror and angst, he'd ask himself.
Five years into his service, Patrick was honorably discharged from the Navy and immediately went into work as a devout humanitarian. He swore pacifism and while understood violence, would often refrain from it unless if it was absolutely necessary. He joined and worked with an organization called 'Intergalactic Healers', a non-profit organization ran by few philanthropists and donations. He was aboard a cargo vessel which ferried food to the downtrodden parts of the galaxy. Street corners in impoverished Omega, and even in remote colonies where locals were experiencing unique hardships. He spent his days keeping the vessel up to date, and than participating in handing out food stuffs, medicine, and clothes as a volunteer. He felt by doing so, he was making an actual difference to the world and involving himself into the lives of thousands.
It ended when the money ran out and the philanthropists lost interest and forced the organization to disband after three years of operation. Jobless, Patrick sought to seek work through the Ministry of Defense as a GS Civilian aboard a military vessel, where through his credentials and experience he was directed to one ship that was seeking for additional engineers. Patrick agreed, and settled for his next path.
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