Une fois qu'ils se sont amarrés au port, Tahillie a eu peu plus de trois heures de sommeil, considérant qu'il n'avait besoin que de deux heures de sommeil; le sur sommeil n'était pas une bonne chose. Il fixa la flèche alors que ses souvenirs de l'endroit lui venaient de ses plus jeunes années. Il secoua la tête pour rejeter les souvenirs alors qu'il descendait du navire, se dirigeant vers le seul bar où il devait rencontrer un vieil ami de sa jeunesse. Il doutait que quelqu'un de son secteur de l'époque où il était soldat.
Il a regardé Raymond, Rea, et la nouvelle personne partir vers le Spire pour parler avec les hommes du Conseil de leur dernière mission. Il a commencé à se demander si l'un des conseillers va demander à son sujet, mais il a douté qu'ils le feraient. Il a fait ses premiers pas vers les zones de chargement, en regardant les bateaux et les caisses aléatoires, ainsi que tout ce qui se passait. Il a surtout ignoré le petit discours dont parlait certains de ces êtres.
Pour aller plus loin dans le Spire, il a noté que beaucoup de choses ont changé depuis la dernière fois qu'il était ici. Il continua son chemin jusqu'aux ascenseurs, essayant de descendre la flèche où se trouvaient les pubs des classes inférieures.
"Ça fait un moment que je ne suis pas venu ici." Il murmurait pour lui-même.
Il a poursuivi son petit voyage, seulement pour s'arrêter dans une petite boutique qui est presque complètement cachée à moins qu'ils ne sachent où la trouver. Il est entré dans le petit magasin, la poussière s'est accrochée aux objets et les particules flottaient dans l'air, il a fait son chemin à l'arrière de la salle pour trouver un petit anneau de jeu. Les femmes de différentes espèces étaient assises à côté d'hommes d'une classe supérieure.
"Ça fait longtemps, Talley." un vieil extraterrestre a parlé.
-- C'est vrai, Kirllian. Tahillie répondit alors qu'il se tournait vers un petit extraterrestre.
Kirllian se branla alors qu'elle le poussait à suivre. Il se conforma alors qu'il la suivait plus loin en arrière de l'anneau. Un Android se tenait garde de la chambre plus petite que l'avant. Il s'assit sur l'un des coussins alors qu'il attendait que le petit extraterrestre s'assied.
Kirlian s'est assise et l'a regardé.-- Qu'est-ce qui vous amène ici, mon ami. Elle a demandé, en regardant l'un des Androids pour apporter quelque chose à boire. "Vous ne venez ici que pour des informations ou pour acheter quelque chose où vous ne pouvez pas acheter à la surface."
"J'ai besoin d'informations sur ce virus et Firewall que ces rats spatiaux avaient sur leur ordinateur principal." Tahillie a sorti une petite puce de sa poche et l'a placée sur la table. "J'ai aussi besoin d'une nouvelle visière, et de quelques nouveaux hologrammes Kir, le long de quelques plantes, pièces, et d'autres nécessités dont l'équipage de Monroe pourrait avoir besoin." Tahillie a dit qu'on lui avait offert une tasse de thé Bailong.
Kirlian a glissé pendant qu'elle sirotait son thé. "Un ex-soldat qui demande de l'aide est beaucoup oui?" Elle lui a donné un sourire denté, "mais vous êtes un vieil ami d'une amie, Talley. Combien de temps avant le départ de l'équipage?"
"Peu de temps, donnez ou prenez quelques heures. Le dernier sera demain matin." Il répondit, en remettant la coupe sur la table qui lui était prévue. "Les informations peuvent être envoyées à moi, VIA Cyberspace, le reste des articles peut être livré une fois que nous amarrons au port le plus proche loin du Spire, Kir."
"Je veillerai à ce que ce soit fait. Les plantes que je peux obtenir pour vous seront livrées dans deux heures, le reste devra attendre." Kirllian lui a dit.
Tahillie hoche la tête avant qu'il ne dise au revoir : « Le paiement sera envoyé par l'intermédiaire du transporteur, Kir. Et... Tahillie soupira un peu avant de regarder le petit extraterrestre, "merci pour ton aide."
Kirllien sourit tout simplement en le voyant prendre congé.
Name: Tahillie Junta (Pronunciation of Name TA-Hee-Lee JUNE-ta)
AKA: Talley, June
Age: 32
Race: Furtim
Appearance:
Tahillie may stand a few inches taller than the rest of his brethren species, making him stand at Six feet and three inches tall and weighing at 179 LBS. With dark smooth scales covering his entire being, Tahillie can be seen wearing light clothing. The colouring of the clothing consists of cotten Slate blue vest, Burnt grey slacks, Eggshell white shirt that can be seen underneath the vest, and midnight blue shoes. With wide, but feline like yellow eyes, are hidden behind a metallic silver visor.
Faction: Marauder, Ex-Committee Soldier, Hacker,
Role in Team?: Scout/Intelligence
Bio:
When Tahillie was rather young, no older than two years of age, his mother had taken him away from their home world, not wanting him to be a hired hand. Tahillie did not know why at the time, but shrugged it off as any other thing that his mother would do. That was til their little ship was raided. His mother, to Tahillie at the time, thought that she was going to play hide and seek with him, after that she told him to hide and that she'll come looking for him. She never found him, nor he never saw her alive.
Shortly after the loud commotions stopped, and being as brave as he can, Tahillie mustered all of his strength to wonder out of the cubby hole in the cockpit of their little transporter. To his surprise, he found his mother laying in a pool of dark liquid, though he thought that she was simply sleeping. He kept telling her to wake up, that she won the game, but she never responded. He was caught shortly after he was found poking at his mother. The Pirates that had boarded their little transporter, had an idea forming in the back of his head; sell the little Furtim off in the black market.
After being sold off in an action, Tahillie shortly became a fighter of sorts, fighting for his life against other extraterrestrial beings in Underground Fights. He was praised by his first Master, enjoying the praises that he also had gotten from his mother before she was killed. He enjoyed the way that his fists made another's skull crack open, or how the sound of bones breaking made him shiver with delight, he enjoyed all the praises that his Master had given him. That last for thirteen years, till the Committee Soldiers had taken down the Underground Fights that have been happening on the outer most rimmed galaxies. He was taken into the Committee's care.
Shortly after he was taken to the Committee, Tahillie became distant with everyone around him, even with the ones that called him Brother in Arms. He turned hostile towards the Soldiers that had killed the only being that took him in, even if he was bought as an Underground Fighter. He lost his hatred after being in isolation for six months with nothing but a hologram for entertainment. Sure, the soldiers came to bring him food, trying to get the mentality of being a slave out of his system, and left whenever they felt they've failed to do any of the above. This was until one of the soldiers became his friend by constantly coming to see him. Not that he minded the company.
Roughly two and a half years after he came out of Isolation, he had found another interest for hacking into the Committee's data bank, but only stopped when his friend had caught and scolded him for doing the wrong thing. He did enjoy the thrill of hacking into others personal information, along finding out other things during the two and a half years. He was then later trained to hack into other operative data banks, this considered with the Black markets, slave auctions, and other criminal syndicate that we're almost hidden well from the Committee's eyes.
Four years after his training, thus close to the age of twenty five years of age, Tahillie was praised for another Black Market findings in another sector of the Galaxy, giving his higher up (his best friend) the wear abouts of the Black Market. When his Best friend had ventured off to stop this black market, Tahillie had found out that his best friend was murdered by one of the Auctioneers, who was also the same being that had bought him when he was only two years of age. While rage build up in the back of his mind, Tahillie became quickly aware that he was being watched by the other soldiers, the trainees, and by the higher ranks. He was cold towards them, not their fault to be exact, but he was not the most friendliest of being to be around.
Roughly searching for the one that killed his best friend, Tahillie gave up on being a Soldier for the Committee, he needed the freedom to search for the Slave owner, to find and end the poor saps life. He left the Committee while he was Twenty Nine years of age. Four years after his training, and a littler over a decade with the Committee.
When he gave his letter of Leave, he volunteered himself for the expeditions to the Unknown, this was a way for himself to find the one that killed his friend. However, even to this day, Tahillie is still estranged to the crew, seemingly to ignore and cold to most of the crew.
Personality: While being cold himself, Tahillie Junta is a standoffish type of being, with this said, he may seem to ignore one that is speaking to him, unless it is a meeting or someone that he feels comfortable with. Along with a cold demure, he will walk by someone without the proper greeting, unless it is the Captain. He may seem shy and unsettling, however, he will be brutally honest about his own personal feelings. He maybe brash at some points, but will remain calm under all situations, including dealing with beings that may get in his personal space.
Weapon(s): Two plasma knife hilts can be seen sitting on his left hip, a simple energy pistol can be seen sitting on the other hip.
Family/Relationship?: Not particularly close with anyone as of right now.
Other: Tahillie usually hides in his little room that is usually messy with holographic parts, cables, or things that may seem like junk that litter any space available.