Saren R'Mor

**Doctor Saren R'Mor** is a pharmacological expert and Starfleet Officer who serves aboard the USS Phoenix as a Doctor and Researcher.

## Early Life

When Hobus destroyed Romulus, the R'Mor family, long time medical researchers for the Star Empire, was one of the few with a personal ship to escape on. The family medical transport took along the entire family, as much latinum as they could carry, and all of their pharmaceutical research, and sought refuge on Freecloud. With the collapse of the Romulan Star Empire and the growing civil war, the family used the protection of Freecloud's economic and political leverage to sell medical supplies to combatants on both sides, converting a few blocks of Freecloud over the years into their own production facility to continue their research and development, this time with a profit motive instead of for the glory of the State.

As profits rose, so did their influence, the family intermarrying with other Romulan refugees to continue the line. While never a huge player in the guilds of Freecloud, the growing family attained security and comfort for its members as *The Angels of Freecloud*.

Generations later, the young Saren turned out to be something of a protège, digging into the family's research and helping to develop increasingly effective and safe medications for the many, many exotic diseases of Freecloud. The R'Mor had, by this point, firmly established themselves, offering Saren a very comfortable living, teaching him the family business and making plans for him to join his relatives in R&D.

Saren didn't take long to figure out that this wasn't really the life for him. He adored the lab but Freecloud was waining on him. The violent brawls that lead the teen to help cute exotically poisoned knives late at night, the development of antitoxins for the latest and most dangerous drug on the market, even if his much more experienced relatives took the lead, the darkness was exhausting.

His opinion changed when he met an unusual patient. He watched his cousins enter the OR in EV suits and saw what appeared to be a pile of orange crystals. As the doctors worked in the deathly temperatures, the crystals began to retake shape, revealing itself to be something...Totally new to the young Romulan. A truly exotic and astounding being. He was fascinated.

In the days to come he'd learn they were called Tholians. And in the months to come he'd learn all he could about their exotic structures and biologies, similarly delving into Changelings, Excalpains, the Crystalline Entity, any of these incredible beings, but the resources were minimal. None of them tended to share their secrets or submit to biopsy. He knew he'd have to search further.

## A Chance at Something New

Both the Republic and Federation offered a chance at exploration. The Federation was far more appealing but not being a citizen made his prospects look impossible. The Republic would take him but he didn't see much exploration in the relatively smaller and homogeneous nation of his origin.

Opportunity knocked when Saren reached 19. He was enjoying a night at one of the Freecloud casinos, avoiding the offered drinks since he was fully aware of their unique component, when a Federation group joined them. He paid them as little attention as possible, not wanting to get in-between whatever brought them here, but when the Commander began coughing, spasming, and their face turning red, Saren recognized the toxin. A new poison developed to be undetectable by Federation tricorders.

His family made him carry the 'Angel's Gift' as they branded it: A medkit specifically dedicated to triage and drug reactions like this. Usually, the kit was only to be used on those who paid the required fees, but Saren had already seen this poison take too many. It was gruesome, blocking receptors until nerves stopped communicating, trapping the victim in sensory deprivation as their organs stopped accepting commands from the mind. He pushed aside the crew's doctor, explaining himself as he opened the kit, listing its chemical nature and synthesising the antidote from the components he had. In his own honesty, it was not actually complete. He'd been working with siblings and cousins on this antidote for months and hadn't even tried it on a humanoid patient yet. But it worked.

It'd be a few days until the Commander was fully healed, during which Saren submitted to questioning from the Federation and provided their doctor with the full details of the new poison. Apparently his quick thinking, mercy, and compassion didn't go unnoticed. When he mentioned wanting to join Starfleet one day, the recovered Commander did provide him with a letter of recommendation and the required materials. In another year, he'd be on his way to Earth.

His R'Mor family was mixed. Some saw it as a betrayal, others were happy to see their relative grow, others saw it as an opportunity and insisted he maintain correspondence so that they could stay on the cutting edge.

## Starfleet Academy

The Academy was a readjustment. The guidance was more theoretical and broad than he was used to. He was expected to understand topics on such a broad level that he found himself scurrying for tutors and help. His expertise in the practical and in the lab did help, particularly his knowledge of more rare and exotic diseases and poisons. He eventually found research within the Academy in ‘Non-Carbon Virology’. He still found the Tholians fascinating and researching their viruses and strange bacteria made for truly cutting edge research that, hopefully, could protect not only the Federation but the whole Galaxy from the next ‘Super Virus’.

On a more personal level, the Academy was somewhat isolating. Life on Earth was nothing like life on Freecloud and, although he tried, connecting with even fellow Romulans outside of classes was a chore. He found professional relationships with his classmates and teachers, but being somewhat isolated to his family members his whole life meant he wasn’t used to ‘truly new’ people. He did find some social groups and even gained a bit of notoriety at the Academy Poker Club, but he’d be hard pressed to remember many of their names.

Once graduation arrived, he couldn’t wait for something on the frontier. The Federation was, in his opinion, too focused on traditional threats to health. He’d seen the ravages exotic viruses, drugs, and other threats had done to the population of Freecloud and sought a posting on the most distant vessel he could qualify for and Phoenix became that.

## Personality

Saren is on some levels an educated street rat out of his element. His upbringing leads him to still see concepts like scarcity, crime, poverty, and business as unavoidable facts. The egalitarian and generous nature of the Federation is esoteric to him. He admires it and wishes to understand it but living under cruel dog-eat-dog conditions, even if he came from a comfortable living, leads him to assume everyone has an 'agenda'. But so does he so it's not necessarily a bad thing.

He is generally amiable but sees most things more transactionally than the average Federation citizen would. He isn't trying to undermine people but the idea of 'nice to be nice' tended to get people in trouble.

His familial and species pride is high, though his opinions on the Republic are more mixed as he has no real relationship to it.

## Relationships

Commander Blanche - R'Mor highly respects her experience and expertise and finds her a great joy to be around. Her leadership style is exactly what he enjoys and works well under her.

Lieutenant Amy Olson - Amy was close to him. He regrets not becoming closer to her. He regrets not playing more games with her, getting to know her. He regrets a lot with his deceased superior. He wishes he could see her again...The Elements have her now.

Ensign Virol Ota -