Un piège a laissé la bouche de Tahillie au commentaire qu'Addy lui a lancé. Bien sûr que ce n'était pas si loin de leur emplacement, mais il savait pour un fait qu'il y avait un champ astroïde situé dans le secteur. Un soupir dur mais silencieux l'a quitté.
"Prenez en considération, que la Galaxie Canborus est connue pour ses feiles astroïdes. Prenant un peu de temps et une direction prudente, nous pouvons cacher le navire parmi les astroides! » Il a déclaré, voyant la femme humaine à travers sa visière. "ou que nous nous battions. Je considère le plus tôt que plus tard." Il l'a ajouté rapidement.
Il a dû faire quelque chose, autre que d'essayer de se masturber la tête avec l'humain et d'essayer de ne pas lui casser la gueule, une idée s'est glissée dans sa tête. Il va essayer de pirater l'ordinateur principal d'un des vaisseaux, c'est-à-dire avant qu'Addy ne dise quelque chose sur la moitié de l'équipage qui quitte le vaisseau et qui perd le Docteur.
Il lui a encore laissé un piège. C'était de plus en plus ennuyeux, mais il a dû faire son travail plutôt que de courir après la moitié de l'équipage. "Raymond, veillez à ce qu'ils montent sur le vaisseau avant le saut." Il a dit au sujet du lien. "Mais je vais essayer de pirater leurs ordinateurs principaux et voir comment ils nous trouvent." Il l'a ajouté rapidement.
Revenons à son petit hologramme qu'il se moquait il n'y a même pas trois minutes, tapant ses doigts à l'échelle dans l'hologramme tout en calculant le code de protection que les Rats de l'Espace avaient utilisé dans leur pare-feu. Pas intelligent quand il a passé le pare-feu trois secondes plus tard. Il s'est emparé d'un cordon qui sortait de l'hologramme et qui collait dans le jack sur sa visière. Les choses sont devenues délicates de là-bas.
Son subbconscient dérive dans le cyberespace, plus probablement dans l'ordinateur central des systèmes de Rats de l'espace. Son corps physique est resté immobile, il a nagé dans le cyberespace tout en cherchant des informations sensibles. Ce qu'il a trouvé, c'est le système de suivi qu'ils avaient, comment ils les ont trouvés, et il est allé travailler sur le sabotage dans leurs systèmes. Il a travaillé un peu plus lorsqu'il a trouvé des informations à leur sujet, ils étaient recherchés par le Comité pour leurs crimes et autres. "Ils ne sont pas si intelligents quand il s'agit de garder des informations comme ça." Il a dit plus à lui-même. Il a envoyé l'information à Addy, dans l'espoir qu'elle en parlerait aux autres.
Un choc soudain est venu sur le sien. Ils ont eu un programme Anti-virus synchronisé dans leur ordinateur central! Pour le programme, il était considéré comme un virus. Il dut se retirer rapidement, bien que le temps qu'il se tut ne fût que quarante-cinq secondes pour recueillir l'information, et seulement trois secondes pour l'envoyer. Il a été couvert de sueur par son exploration de Cyberspace avant de se retrouver assis sur sa chaise.
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.