Name: Henry Rolls
Age: 65
Rank/Position: Commander, Communications Officer

Race: Human

Appearance:
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Personality: Henry's been a kind and confident man since he joined Starfleet, it was his sole purpose to do what he wanted; help. It's why he's on the Orion after all; he's an old man whose kindness is evident quickly and hatred of transporters is absolute, he isn't a man you'd imagine holding a phaser let alone attack someone and the idea of being deconstructed and then reconstructed petrifies Haiden so he's useless for away missions. The chance to see peace between the Romulans and the Federation would be such a momentous occasion that it might actually cure him of his mental condition which could be described as old world blues if it was to be described as anything... the war and the Borg have driven Henry towards archaeology and to the holodeck's technologies just to experience a slightly more peaceful past then what everyone else is experiencing. 

History: This bumbling old commander was born and raised as a Hebridean local for around ten years in a reasonably pleasant lighthouse by his parents who worked for the local weather backup until it malfunctioned with disastrous consequences; one orphaned Henry and forty people dead. After the horrific accident the orphan was sent to his uncle  who served as the communications officer on the USS Swann. The uncle and nephew lived aboard USS Swann until Henry decided to formally join Starfleet with half his life of experience and a recommendation from his uncle. When the Hood arrived back at Earth Henry first learnt of the transporter and how it works which led him and his uncle to use a shuttle which gave time for Henry to learn a little more about his only other means of vehicular transportation.

With his prior experience from the USS Swann Henry graduated as expected and he was offered multiple places throughout his entire career from working on Utopia Planitia as traffic control to listening post encryption, two of the most significant events occurred near Henry when he was working in Earth's orbit as a coordinator of shuttle traffic control during both the aftermath of wolf 359 and the battle of sector 001 where he and his colleagues were left in a barely functional platform to watch and listen to the screams of the dying and get Borg remains lodged in the outpost. After the the battle of sector 001 the ageing commander was reassigned to the Orion to try and give him one last voyage before Henry retires.

Skills: Henry's spent a long time dealing with different forms of communication and instructing people so he is well suited to the nuances of the career. He does also know how to pilot many of the shuttles the Federation utilizes because of his  complete faith in them even with his vision going a little. He does know a reasonable amount about repairing multiple communication devices however the repair work doesn't always work. 

Other: Henry should be a lieutenant commander however a clerical error has made him a commander and no one's bothered to fix it, he is retiring after the Orion after all. 

Sample Post: "You've ruined it Hal, utterly ruined it." was the first sentence stated in the small medical bay of the outpost, it's general clutter might as well declare dominance over the room and evict the stressed surgeon considering it's quantity. "What have I ruined Greg?" the elderly visitor questions as he struggles to maneuver around the desk and see Greg. "You've ruined my entire schedule with your little reassignment... I have to send your medical files along to the Orion and attend the going party. It must be the universe conspiring against the prospect of me owning a clean desk." Greg jokes before he waves his arm and a box filled with medical tools to the floor. 

"Had these shipments of medical supplies a month ago and no one's come for them... Any chance you could take a few boxes aboard the Orion?" that statement rolls towards Henry as he picks up the box from the floor and a thud resolves the mystery of where the box went. 

"I think I could manage it for say... two bottles of that bloodwine you swindled from that Andorian last Wednesday, I think the Orion's second officer's a Klingon." "Done, that stuff is an incredible sedative, sent the last patient out cold with just the taster." With the negotiation done and the bottles exchanged the two friends walk off with four boxes of medical equipment from the cluttered bay as well as two bottles of blood wine.