Hadyn Richardson

USS Charon Crew
Hadyn Richardson
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Rank:	Cadet
Position:	Assistant Engineering Officer
Race:	Human
Gender:	Male
Age:	27
Hair Color:	Black
Eye Color:	Blue
Height:	1.8m
Weight:	92kg
Father:	Malcom Richardson
Mother:	Geneva Richardson
Siblings:	None
Marital Status:	Single

Despite the rages of time and the driving force that was technological evolution, some places stubbornly refused to embrace it as much as they possibly could. Whether it was the refusal to fall of ancient ruins on some desolate wasteland of a planet, or the pacific nature of an entire people, there were constants in the universe. Some sort of cosmic balance that kept the outrageous and extraordinary in check. Hadyn Richardson happened to be born into one of these beginnings.

Earth had been through a tumultuous half of a millennia, to be certain. But from its own near destruction at the hands of its (still arguably) most intelligent inhabitants to the threshold of a new era of peace and scientific understanding, there were parts of it that were still standing as they were. France was still the heart of wine country. Nepal was still a breathtaking grasp of earth and rock stretching for the heavens. And in the southeastern regions of one continent which had been the source of some great troubles in the not-quite-recent past, there were simple folks who clung to the words tradition and family as if they were this year's organic processor or transporter station; they were foundations of a modern life.

From an early age, Hadyn understood this. Quiet and solitary by nature suited just fine in the French-named town of Bon Secour, down on the very edge of the Gulf of Mexico and across the bay from the fine port city of Mobile. Caught on the edge of the old American state of Alabama, it was a sweet and innocent spot from which to let the outside world pass by and not have to think any more about it. Aside from the occasional rumble from across the bay of another transport lifting off for space, life was quiet. Fishing boats still plied the salty waters for shrimp, though the need for mass-market farming of the little creature had long since gone out of fashion. But, as mentioned before, old things were clung to here; none of that bland replicator shrimp would suit generations who had been born, lived and passed on in this quaint little corner of the world.

This was Hadyn's early beginnings, and unseen and unknowing to him, these quiet stubborn embraces of modern, everyday things were ingrained in him. His father didn't admonish him for wanting those new-age things that everyone had been so willing to accept; by their reasoning, folks had done quite all right for a long enough time without them, so they must not be that necessary, right? They might bend here and there; a multitronic computer terminal to keep him abreast of his schooling and help encourage learning on his own, and visits to the big Mobile medical facilities to keep him healthy - but otherwise, Hadyn was taught early on to make do with what he had, and to make do on his own. It wasn't easy, but that was precisely the point.

Adolescence might've been viewed as rough by some; Hadyn walked to school every morning, making the five mile trek without complaint and carrying his books every day. Most kids made their trips via transporter, getting to class just in time for things to start, and Hadyn was usually the last one in the door. Hadyn was a quick-thinking kid, but he liked to take detours on the way to school, and that was usually the worst of his judgement. Lucky for him, his quick-thinking brought him enough excuses to endear him to his teachers as a late but good-natured kid.

It was good that Hadyn was easily distracted. It was fortunate that he missed his mother's running off on his father thanks to a distracted adventure on the way home from school. His father explained to him as simply as he could that the traditional living simply wouldn't do for his mother. Hadyn accepted it with understandable sadness, but he distracted himself from it. It grew into habit, that.

In high school, something there changed. Maybe it was years of doing without. Maybe it was hormones, or girls, or friends. But Hadyn suddenly and without warning rebelled against the traditional ways of living; of doing without the trappings of a Federation citizen's modern life in favor of embracing tradition or heritage or understanding more what got folks where they were today. Hadyn had seen the wonders of isolinear computers and the latest warp driven starships in the discolored images his multitronic processor tried to show him. He had wanted to learn more, and more the more he learned, the more outdated and simple his father's ideals seemed. Simple became a detriment to him; Hadyn wanted complicated. As every young man who reaches a certain age, he wanted to go out and figure out the complexities of the world and the brand new shiny things in it on his very own. And so he did just that.

On a spur, he threw himself into his secondary schooling. His desire to learn was tainted by his desire to get out of 'simple', and he attended University across the bay from his simple home, in that big spaceport city of Mobile. His desire to run free naturally turned him to studies of propulsion and the intricacies of how modern propulsion worked. He expanded outward socially, making friends and pushing himself to get to know things outside of technical theories and the way pieces fit together. He pursued relationships, experienced lust and love and heartbreak and all of those adolescent emotive events that temper a person. He moved in with Zaryia. He broke up with Leann. He had a fling with Georgia and thought about Evelyn. He lived complexly, and the stresses that went with it were quite similar to the stresses he learned about in his study. About how, over time, those stresses could tear a ship apart if attention wasn't paid to correct them.

In the city, he was exposed more to Starfleet. Starfleet explored the galaxy and used all of the latest gadgetry to see what was out there. Starfleet lived out beyond your farthest imagination could think of unaided. Starfleet was out there, and he was 'stuck' there. So upon completion of his associates in Propulsion Theory, Hadyn sent his application to Starfleet Academy. On the third try he passed his entrance examination, and with barely a word of goodbye to his father, Hadyn was on the first transporter pad to San Francisco.

Academy life was an explosion of cultures from beyond his scope of understanding. At the Academy, his studies switched from needing to know everything about propulsion to needing to know everything about how to propel himself. He took an interest in Flight, from helming the big ships down to weaving shuttles in and out of the rings of Saturn. He gambled more in his studies, testing out theories that never seemed to work, though the ideas were sound. He learned from his mistakes in the practical sense, but the sense of studying before applying them...well, his quick-thinking nature always outpaced him. He would keep cool as ice while hot-swapping EPS manifolds, but would remain a bundle of emotion between jobs. He took hold of life and lived it, unwilling to let it slide out of sight.

Let loose from the Academy, Hadyn shipped out to Starbase Versailles for assignment to the Engineering staff of the USS Charon as a Propulsion and Power Flow Management technician. For graduating in merely the twentieth percentile range at the Academy, Hadyn proved he still had a number of things to learn.

Other Notes

Personality Profile

Grant is a somewhat easily excitable person, with a deep Southern drawl and a rambunxiousness on occasion. Grant's indiscretions in the Academy included a propensity for engineering Moonshine and a nasty habit for Citharian tobacco. Nevertheless, he demonstrates devoted loyalty to his shipmates.

Hadyn Richardson's UCIP Database File