Tout était fini. Rien n'avait d'importance pour Kidd à ce stade. L'autre prisonnier avait d'une manière ou d'une autre été en contact avec quelqu'un avant qu'il ne soit écourté par un autre passage à tabac de ses ravisseurs. Il n'y avait aucun moyen que l'homme mâle ait contacté puisse miraculeusement apparaître et les balayer de cette situation maintenant. Sans parler de la bombe implantée dans le corps du mâle susmentionné, qui s'éloignait même au moment où la Furlyne avait ces pensées désespérées. C'était sans espoir. La situation était déjà aussi sombre que possible, sa vie a dû se terminer une fois de plus, cette fois dans un sens littéral, sous une garde comme il l'était il y a quelques années. Mais cette fois, sa condamnation devait être envoyée dans le quartier des condamnés à mort. Encore une fois accusé pour quelque chose qu'il n'avait pas fait. Vous espionnez? Comment un ancien mécanicien de l'armée le considérerait-il comme un espion? Mais ça n'avait plus d'importance maintenant, plus maintenant.
Kidd trembla et trembla tranquillement dans la peur tandis que l'autre captif murmura des paroles d'encouragement inutiles au garçon, disant que son ami sera sur le chemin du secours et qu'au moins la Furlyne serait sauvée. Il a gardé sa bouche fermée à l'homme, il ne savait pas comment répondre car il doutait sérieusement que la petite lumière de l'espoir passerait. Ce n'était qu'une question de quelques minutes avant le dernier moment où il y avait une énorme commotion d'un côté de la ville ruinée à propos de quelques groupes de soldats fous d'une certaine sorte abattre leurs hommes un par un comme des mouches. Ils ne pouvaient pas l'être. N'est-ce pas? Étaient-ils les "amis" avec lesquels l'homme a été contacté? Juste avant que la Furlyne ne réfléchisse à cette pensée, les hommes qui gardaient un œil sur eux étaient sur le sol, mourants ou inconscients. Puis la vue d'une femme humaine avec des membres mécaniques. Avant qu'il ne puisse gérer une réaction à la folie que c'était et comment c'était trop beau pour être vrai pour se produire, il a été emporté loin de la scène.
Bip. Bip. Bip. Coucou. Les yeux grands ouverts sur la scène devant lui, le Furlyne se sentait malade à l'éclaboussure de sang et de viande, à peine tenu dans la sensation de vomir en pressant sa main sur ses lèvres. Juste quand il pensait qu'il s'était un peu calmé de ce qui s'était passé, il a été jeté à un siège. "Oh! Hé, regarde! C'est ainsi que vous traitez tous vos captifs sauvés? » Sur l'éperon du moment, il hurla sur le sauveteur irresponsable, mettant temporairement de côté le moment sombre avant que ses lèvres se courbent en bas dans une fronce et son regard tomba sur le sol. Une suggestion a été faite par l'un des autres sauveteurs pour que le Furlyne parle, mais ses oreilles se sont légèrement ébranlées à la mention de "petit" chat boy.
"Pour info, je ne suis pas un petit chat, je vis depuis 42 ans. Et... merci. J'étais sûr que j'étais en retard à l'époque, même si ce type continuait à insister pour que ses amis viennent nous sauver. Et vous l'avez fait. Mais... il était trop tard pour disséquer la bombe. Ce n'était pas un si mauvais gars... Il a pris la raclée pour moi quand ces salauds m'ont menacé de répandre les fèves à propos d'espionner. Bien que je ne comprends toujours pas pourquoi nous avons été jetés là-dedans en premier lieu."
Il s'est arrêté quand... comment était cette créature d'énergie noire humaine de toute façon? Quoi qu'il soit, il a offert un verre à Kidd. Avant de faire quoi que ce soit, le Furlyne a regardé et reniflé à la boisson. Ce parfum familier... Il y avait du lait dedans! Sans hésitation, le garçon souffla sur la boisson chaude et descendit tout le thé au lait royal en un seul coup puis lâcha un soupir satisfait avant de reprendre une expression plus sérieuse. "C'était plutôt génial! Alastair, c'est ça? C'est gentil. Le nom est Kidd, un mécanicien Furlyne. Et 100 ans? Qu'est-ce qui se passe?"
Name (& pronunciation): Kidd (KI-D) (Previously classified only as Prisoner #0715, new proper name given by mentor)
Date of Birth (& age): June 10, 42 years old (21 in human time measurement)
Place of Birth: Home planet of the Furlynes
Gender: Male
Species: Furlynes
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 52 kg
Personality:
The "straight man" of the group, which is not to be taken literally, specifically pertaining to the person who retorts to a dumb remark made by another. Due to being a Furlynes, he is usually reluctant towards beings of the other races, with the exemption of the former head technician of the military base he worked at, thus his retort against them are blunt if not sarcastic. While being such a character, he can be quite mischievous when time for being serious isn't called for, a trait he kept from his past on his home planet. "Geek" doesn't exactly suit his character but the Furlynes is pretty cunning and clever, in the long past used as his tools for his thievery, now put to good use on the ship as an assistant technician/mechanic which he now takes pride in. But the geek part is somewhat evident when he scolds crew members for destroying components of the ship, vital or not.
Likes: Aroma of freshly brewed coffee Warm mug of milk Taking naps in calm, serene environment Challenging mechanical repairs Feeling of newly polished tools
Dislikes: Being compared to a mere Earth cat Noise/Intrusion interrupting his work Crew members that frequently destroy the ship Busted mechanical equipment he cannot fix with his current skills and knowledge People bad mouthing towards his late mentor
Ambitions:
To be able to achieve further in the mechanical and technical field, even more than his mentor, the former technician of the ship.
To advance the features of the current ship that even his mentor would be proud of.
Strengths: Swift movement speed due to his light weight Mechanical and technical literacy
Weaknesses: Heavy physical activities that can be strenuous to the body, since he has a fairly thin build Feeling helpless after admitting he cannot repair specific damaged machinery
Fears: Being captured and put into custody Losing his memento of his mentor, a rusty old wrench
Interests: Machinery and technology Space aircrafts and their composition
History:
Being born to a pair of Furlyne parents who were in an unfortunate situation financially, the infant was abandoned on the streets only to be sheltered by various shop keepers of the public market, where he had been left by his parents. The Furlyne boy grew up with different names from each of the caretakers, none to his liking so he stuck with neither. He was a mischievous type of child, causing little troubles here and there, stealing small things that got him nothing but more trouble even with his fast feet. Seeing that this would not work for him in the future, he sought out a way to not be caught. And there it was, the infamous bunch of thieves of the town.
Since he was not welcome in the shop keepers' households anymore due to his bad habit of stealing, he moved into the thieves' hideout at the outskirts of town. But these were not common thieves, they had the skills and smarts―or rephrased as sneakiness- of an above average thief. This was where the Furlyne teen learned to quickly move with actual tactic instead of raw movement and how to handle a dagger or knife, but not on actual live beings. All of the thieves' brotherhood days ended for him when one day, he was framed for killing someone when in fact, he was too afraid of thrusting the dagger into someone fatally. The bloodied dagger was grasped in his hand as he was caught, left behind by his 'brothers'.
After a few to couple of years being locked up behind bars, he was given a number of choices for jobs to choose from, all of which were military related and he was to be heavily under surveillance. It was by chance that he took up the job of apprentice technician and met his mentor, the head technician of the base. He was skeptical at the middle aged human male, mostly because he hasn't exactly experienced co-existing with beings of the other races and was he even capable of subduing him, an experienced thief? The man didn't seem to be wary of him as an ex-convict nor a being of another species, what he cared about was the boy being able to get his job done but there was a problem. He had NO idea whatsoever about these so-called 'machinery'. He was a boy literally living on the streets, there was no way he could have learned anything of the sort unless he saw one in front of him.
It took quite a long while before all the basic knowledge about machinery and technology were crammed into his brain, the Furlyne grew fond of him over the passed time, being given a proper name he actually appreciated (since the mentor couldn't call him kid all the time which was ironic to his given name), a sense of actual trust from the human, and all the machinery they were able to build and repair together. But alas, the mentor's age eventually caught up to him and led him to rest in a natural cause. Kidd, the male Furlyne, vowed to keep his teachings alive by continuing his work as a technician with his head held high.
Currently, now that everything has gone to hell on Earth, where the military he was serving was located at, Kidd was accused as a spy now that the military has been corrupted. Escape was futile as he was captured and now on his way to a death row.
Romance: Yes?
Sexual preference: No specific preference, but slightly hesitant to involve himself with other races in such a way.
Role on the ship: Technician/Mechanic
Combat Skills:
Quite a skill in daggers and knives due to the experience as a thief, movement speed to be feared of, and his quick, cunning―sneaky to be precise-, tricks, which includes pick pocketing.