Espèce d'imbécile! Tacticus a crié sur les Turianes alors qu'elle lui tirait dessus. Ses boucliers ont explosé et son corps a commencé à pulser avec de l'énergie biotique. Mais quand l'arme a manifestement surchargé et Donny s'est vite assombrie et a commencé à lui crier dessus pour la laisser tomber. Il a caché son arme et a regardé le Turian blessé au sol. Il n'a ressenti que de la colère pour l'idiot qui a maintenant été frappé sur son cul. Il a regardé le Turian demander s'il allait à la formation à la négociation. "Ce n'est pas notre travail. Nous sommes une lame destinée à couper au cœur de l'ennemi et à compléter notre objectif... vous devriez savoir que maintenant." Puis il sentit qu'une main était placée sur son épaule. Il avait une bonne idée de qui c'était. Quand il a tourné la tête pour regarder Sura, elle lui a donné un regard désapprouvant.
"Tu sais ce que c'est que notre travail. Laissez les autres gérer des choses que vous ne savez pas." Elle est ensuite revenue de la salle de sécurité pour aller chercher les diplomates du couloir. Qui a laissé Tacticus debout près du casier à armes et au-dessus d'un Turian avec une blessure à la tête. Ne pas vouloir regarder les femmes qu'il a commencé à fouiller dans les casiers pour trouver une arme plus lourde qu'il pourrait utiliser pour cette défense. La recharge n'était pas trop utile quand vous ne vouliez pas partir. Il a réussi à trouver un fusil qui fonctionnerait pour le moment puisqu'ils allaient tous viser une porte de toute façon. Il a sorti l'arme du cabinet et a fait le tour des femmes et de la Quarienne et a commencé à mettre en place une position défensive avec le reste de la cabale. C'est ce qui devrait être fait. C'était ce qu'il était bon, ne pas négocier avec des petites filles effrayées...
Name: Tacticus Agnom
Nickname: Cactus
Species: Turian
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Stands at just over six feet.
Weapons/Equipment:
M-37 Tempest Submachine gun
K-22 Ursus Heavy pistol
Reinforced Gauntlets & gloves
Skills and Abilities:
Rookie - Tacticus has not participated in any combat against real hostiles. While he has been extensively trained and there are several veterans on the team, there is no true substitute to the real thing. This also lends itself to his biotics skills being limited aswell.
Cabalist - At 15 when Tacticus joined the Turian military he was immediately separated from his classmen and put into a Cabal training program. Among biotic training Tacticus was also given heavily specialized training as a shock troop, meaning he is skilled with pistols, explosives, and infiltration.
Combat Biotic - Tacticus's biotics are strong enough for his abilities to be used as weapons on their own. Most of his abilties are focused on augmenting his own body for the time being. Though his manipulation of mass effect fields beyond his own body are limited he only needs his hands to punch a hole through most people and objects.
Pilot - As part of his training in the Cabal he is rated to pilot most vehicles if need be.
Background: Tacticus was born to 40 year old parents both of whom were special forces in the Turian military. This meant that after parental leave one of them had to retire from active combat to raise Tacticus, his father ended up volunteering for the job and took a position planning operations while his mother continued her active service. Since he was an only child Tacticus was given quite a bit of attention from his father which ended up shaping him into a shinning model of Turian selflessness. Though since his parents were both serving the military Tacticus never stayed on one planet or space station long. This meant he generally had few friends which he always knew he would have to leave behind, he never became very attached to them as a consequence. That changed however when his mother was injured during an operation and forced to retire from her active combat position. When Tacticus was given the news he was pulled out of his class. The young Tacticus was so distraught learning this he accidentally discovered his biotics. From that point on Tacticus isolated himself from others his age as he did not want to hurt them. His parents knew that this would force him into the Cabals when he turned 15 so they decided it was best to wait out the last few years and provide support as best they could.
When Tacticus was signing his life to the Hierarchy he was afraid of what his fellow soldiers would think of him in basic. He knew the stigma he was facing, after all his own parents didn't trust him when he first found out. While the following year was not as bad as he thought it would be it still left him alone whenever they were not doing exercises or general training. But when all of their assignments were being dolled out Tacticus was immediately assigned to the cabals. Thus began his grueling two years of training.
An odd thing happened though when he became apart of the all biotic strike force. He finally felt like he was home. Most people in the cabal he was assigned to had similar stories to his and it made Tacticus feel like he truly fit in somewhere. The companionship Tacticus built up with his Cabal through blood, sweat, and tears during their demanding endurance exercises and the fact that they were alone together made him become extremely close with his squad and vice versa. The squad spirit that was exemplified through their well oiled actions later in training was one of power and determination to assist the Hierarchy in any way possible.
Recently the squad was given a handler and moved to the outer reaches of colonized space. They are set to provide security in the Pylos Nebula and to deal with any more dangerous elements that always pop up on new colonies. Currently however they have been assigned to a ship that will act as their temporary home.