Tacticus commençait à s'impatienter de la situation. Chaque seconde qu'ils gaspillaient, ils se rapprochaient d'être capturés ou tués, bien que ces deux choses étaient probablement les mêmes. Ça n'a pas aidé quand Avatar lui a donné quelque chose à compter. Cela n'a pas aidé l'extrême inconfort qu'il ressentait dans cette situation. Je suis un soldat de choc pour l'amour des esprits! Il a réfléchi. Son travail n'était pas de négocier, ni de cœurs et d'esprits, c'était le travail du corps de presse! Il a commencé à serrer sa mâchoire assez étroitement en essayant de maîtriser ses nerfs. Cette situation était absurde pour lui à ce stade. Chaque seconde, il comptait dans le fond de son esprit plus chaque fibre de son être était prêt à risquer le tir. Ces gens ne faisaient pas partie de son équipe... sa famille, en enfer ils ne faisaient même pas partie de la mission. De son coin de l'œil, il a remarqué le reste de la cabale moins la pile de Sura de retour hors de la pièce pour faire des défenses. Si Sura ne tirait pas encore, il ne devrait pas l'être?
Le commentaire sur lequel les différents partis s'attardaient l'aidait au moins à penser qu'il y avait au moins un plan dans ce chaos. Si les Asari étaient prêts à neutraliser les femmes, il était surtout sûr qu'il serait en mesure de suivre sans tuer personne. C'est ce que ces fous voulaient de toute façon, n'est-ce pas? Pas pour tuer qui que ce soit, c'est sûr que c'était un concept étranger compte tenu de la situation. Puis encore une fois, il était surtout sûr qu'il ne tuerait pas les Turianes... surtout. Il a débattu un moment s'il s'en souciait, la réponse à cela n'a pas changé depuis qu'il est entré dans la salle pour la première fois. Couvrant sa bouche légèrement de la vue des femmes turiennes avec son épaule droite, il murmura dans les comms. "Si tu l'emmènes... Je peux suivre pour la prise." Il espérait juste que les Asari comprendraient ce qu'il voulait dire ou plutôt qu'il se conformerait à son idée.
Son adhérence s'est serrée sur son pistolet alors qu'il pensait à des choses qui l'aideraient à oublier l'analyse coût-bénéfice qu'il était obligé de faire. Puis l'Homme marcha vers l'avant, remplissant Cactus d'une rage invisible. Les humains allaient les faire tuer, n'est-ce pas? Ils ne pouvaient pas encore être en colère pour la première guerre de contact, n'est-ce pas? Quoi qu'il en soit, ces gens semblaient vouloir mourir. Surtout Donny, considérant qu'il a remarqué le léger scintillement de son bouclier pendant qu'il le désactivait. Les chances qu'il frappe l'un des deux à l'arrière de la tête à ce point était élevée. Cela lui a fait enlever l'œil d'une balle dans la tête des femmes mais garde toujours l'arme dans sa direction. Si la merde frappait le ventilateur à l'heure actuelle, ses chances de réduire les pertes alliées étaient meilleures avec une charge. Il s'est mis hors de sa position de tir et plus d'un coup de feu. Puis quelque chose d'autre s'est éraflé sur son cerveau. "Lady, si ça comptait, on aurait pu te tuer il y a un moment. Nous voulons vraiment sortir d'ici en vie." Cactus a dit d'une voix moins rigide qu'il n'avait utilisé tout le temps qu'ils avaient été sur la station.
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.