La porte des toilettes s'ouvrit alors que Tacticus étendait ses mandibules et inhalait brusquement son nez. Il clignait plusieurs fois en rapide succession et sentait qu'il avait finalement réussi à secouer le grogginess d'être endormi récemment. Il a pris un virage brusque à droite et a commencé à descendre un autre couloir dans ce labyrinthe comme la station. Quand l'interphone est venu à la vie et a informé tout le monde à bord que la réunion était déplacée vers le haut Tacticus a été surpris et même est allé dans le mur le plus proche avec son épaule juste au cas où ce n'était rien de bon. Mais ce qui se passait en fait était encore plus bizarre. Le fait que l'époque ait été reportée l'inquiétait. Il n'y avait aucune raison au moins qu'il puisse voir pour cette décision soudaine. Ses craintes ont été confirmées lorsque leur chef d'escouade intérimaire s'est emparé des communications."Nous ne savons pas pourquoi le temps est passé et nous allons vous tenir au courant de cela. En attendant que Cactus et Numso montent dans la salle principale, la délégation humaine vient d'entrer avec beaucoup plus de gens que j'aime. Ne soyez pas à côté du délégué mais soyez près d'ici. Restez en sécurité tout le monde." L'oreillette a cessé de répandre de l'information et Tacticus a commencé à se rendre à un ascenseur.
Quand il est arrivé à un ascenseur, il y avait un humain blindé avec un omnitool. De toute évidence, il attendait l'ascenseur et bourdonnait la tête à un rythme inconnu. Il était clair pour Tacticus que cet homme était une sorte de sécurité de poste, bien qu'il se demandait pourquoi il était armé jusqu'aux dents.
Tous les délégués avaient accepté certaines concessions lors de leur participation à cette réunion, il savait cependant que le débat sur les nombres de sécurité faisait l'objet d'un vif débat. Il se demande pourquoi ils auraient besoin d'une telle sécurité armée neutre, car il croit comprendre que les délégués ne doivent pas apporter d'armes avec leurs forces de sécurité. Mais maintenant qu'il y a pensé, c'est peut-être quelque chose que Sura cuisinerait juste pour le rendre plus amusant pour la Cabale. Pourtant...
Lorsque l'ascenseur est arrivé, ils sont tous deux entrés dans l'ascenseur et se dirigeaient apparemment vers le même étage. Alors qu'il était facilement plus grand que le Tacticus humain ne pouvait pas comprendre ce que l'ingénieur faisait sur son omni-outil. Il a pris note de toutes les armes que cet homme avait alors qu'il sortait de l'ascenseur et allait dans la direction opposée de l'homme. Il était évident qu'il faisait quelque chose qui n'impliquait pas la réunion proprement dite, ce qui alimentait davantage la paranoïa de Cactus. Tacticus espérait qu'il n'était pas en retard pour la réunion.
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.