Les quelques instants tendus à l'écoute des échos des gens qui avaient toutes les intentions de les tuer. L'une des autres missions de combat auxquelles il avait participé lui avait appris quelque chose de précieux selon Sura. Ce n'était pas le combat qui vous ferait tuer, c'était l'attente. Si vous n'attendiez pas, vous étiez susceptible de prendre des décisions d'éruption en descendant d'une décharge d'adrénaline. Tout le monde était assis là en silence en attendant que l'ennemi réagit ou fasse quoi que ce soit. Au lieu de cela, il y avait juste plus de mouvement invisible qui était au-delà de difficile à prédire avec l'écho qui était produit. Il a creusé son pouce profondément dans l'emprise du fusil de chasse en essayant de s'empêcher de bouger du tout de sa position. Puis ils les ont tous précipités à la fois.
Il n'était pas tout à fait sûr pourquoi ils n'ont pas seulement fait cela pour commencer, mais il a deviné que c'était parce que tous ceux qu'ils avaient combattu étaient soit non entraînés ou mal entraînés. Il était également possible que les différentes doctrines d'entraînement des mercs ne soient pas assez cohérentes pour former une quelconque forme d'agression appropriée. Il a deviné que la dernière option avait le plus de sens et a poussé la pensée à l'arrière de son esprit pour être utilisé plus tard. La première chose qu'il a remarquée quand ils sont entrés dans la pièce était le boulon bleu qui est allé et a abattu Voira et était dangereusement proche de la Quarienne. Il revient rapidement sur les gens qui entrent dans la pièce et fait rapidement son choix. Il a tapoté son pote cabaliste Helio sur l'épaule puis a sauté dans une course et chargé.
Il a réussi à se jeter entre le Quarien et ce qu'il pouvait maintenant dire était un Asari. Il l'a immédiatement frappée directement au sol avec un métal fort sur le son de la ferraille pendant que son armure frappait le sol. Toujours en utilisant une partie de son élan de la charge Cactus jeté de côté son fusil et mis le reste de son énergie biotique dans ses bras les rendant lumineux et bleu avec de l'énergie. Il a commencé à frapper les Asari aussi fort qu'il le pouvait avec ses poings rehaussés aussi vite qu'il le pouvait. Il s'est mis à engueuler et à crier sur les Asari. Il s'est mis à engueuler dans l'assiette thoracique de l'Asari, ce qui l'a amenée à se vider d'air. Il a commencé à la frapper si fort qu'il a entendu son armure craquer sous son assaut. Satisfait que l'Asari ne durerait pas longtemps et serait moins alors capable de déplacer il Mettre un dernier coup dur dans le cou de l'Asari qui était légèrement exposé. Il ne s'est pas rendu compte à quel point il s'était senti frappé au visage par le sang chaud.
Cactus s'est branlé dans sa position de chevauch pour essayer d'essuyer le sang. Avec un regard sombre sur son visage, il jette un coup d'œil à ce qu'il avait fait. La pipe à vent de l'Asari avait été si complètement qu'il a vu son os. Il s'est retourné vers le Quarien et a dit : "Regardez, faites-moi confiance." Il a ensuite commencé à se lever dans la couverture qu'ils étaient près et a cherché autour de lui son fusil qu'il avait largué quelque part. Tout en essayant de repousser le corps de la couverture avec sa jambe. C'était une longue journée.
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.