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* '''The Radical''':  Relatively early during his course of study at the [[University of Betazed]] (perhaps his 4th or 5th semester), a young and impressionable Harrison Kiani, fell in with a group of [[Betazoid]] renegades. Fiercely opposed to a nationalist political organisation called the [[Guardians of Betazed]]. To this 'outfit,' they were nothing more than "terrorists masquerading as patriots." Many of them had expressed an interest in joining Starfleet, and when Harry said he wished to do the same he was happily ushered into the group (there was also the matter of having to buy each member their round for a week - as a sort of 'joining fee'). One night, during the usual sessions of heavy drinking, they had decided to brand Harry, and make him a permanent fixture of the cause. Thus, half-conscious and not knowing where he was, Harry got his first and only tattoo. It was a strange symbol. Parts of it felt familiar - like something he'd seen on important-looking buildings that lined the central promenade. His compatriots thought it to be quite funny. But, the looks that he'd gotten from the tattoo artist and some of the more timid hangers-on amongst the renegades, told him this was something the authorities would not have the same chipper attitude about.

===Early Life===

Harrison Kiani was born bearing the name Laime Pergalen on the auspicious day of the "Komunceco Vivo" (Communion with Life) , marking the end of winter and beginning of spring. Or at least that was what it said on his birth certificate. One that had been flagged by Starfleet Academy's Division of Health Sciences when applying for their Medical programme. The situation was quickly resolved, with the admissions office opting not to take the issue any further once provided with correctly authenticated Federation documents noting the change. The memories of [[Leya-I]] still stuck to him, but they were just flashes of recognition now, hidden in the deep recesses of the mind. The scent of wood and wet grass, the spacious home highlighted with beige and gold accents, the lush green patio on which to run and be wild. But he was sure there had been no name other than "Harry" to respond to. Perhaps "Harrison" when he was in trouble, but not "Liam" or "Laime" or however it was meant to be pronounced.

When Harry was back in [[Alpha Centauri IV|Tarola'n]] for Summer break, just before he'd have to start his clinical rotations, they'd decided to throw a little get together of friends and family in appreciation of all he'd achieved. Likely Isobel's doing. At dinner that day, she told a story about when Harry was twelve. It was one she'd liked to recount often. His parents had decided to sit him down and ask what he wanted to be when he grew up. A doctor Harry had answered. When asked why, he'd say with a face that was as serious and as sage as a twelve year old's could be, that he "wanted to make people feel okay." There was a gleam of pride in her eye whenever she told that story, and Harry knew she thought the world of him. He could only hope that he managed to live up to it.  

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