[color=a7a7a7]"Eh, most of us are survivors. You probably don't want to know how I was made."[/color] Tibulus remembered waking up back in that cavern after Lykor, and the thought shook him to his core. Being in an unfamiliar area again, surrounded by nothing but these weird mushroom people (and dogs), it was something he could never forget. It was also something he didn't want to remember, so he quickly tried to avoid thinking of it as opposed to telling Taleste a bit about himself.

[color=a7a7a7]"I'm piloting this ship voluntarily, but that's probably only because the Alliance couldn't find any intel on what I've done,"[/color] Tibulus started, trying to figure out the words to what he did before all of this. [color=a7a7a7]"I might've dealt with a bit of bad crime. Not anything like you did, mind, but I was involved with intergalactic gambling rings, as both the guy that took your bet and the guy that drove away when the cops were near."[/color] Tibulus chuckled when he remembered some of the more ridiculous fights he witnessed. [color=a7a7a7]"You had stupid match ups on an hourly basis, with dogs being pinned against these eldritch horrors from the other side of the sector. What's even more stupid was that the dog won that match."[/color]

[@Silver Carrot]