GENERAL INFORMATION Name: Lachlan Morgan Talmont Age: 36 Standard Years Gender: Male Height: 187cm Weight: 77kg
SOCIAL BACKGROUND Birthplace: Beaumont Base, Texas. Known Family:
Merissa Talmont (Mother) - Housewife
William 'Toother' Talmont (Father) - Salvager
Samantha O'Keefe (De-facto) - Mineral Surveyor
Samuel Talmont - Son (Born: 814AS)
Jess Talmont - Daughter (Born: 816A.S)
Previous fields of work: Salvager.
INDUCTION TRAINING - NAVAL Initial training undertaken:Y Facilities: Selection Course Charlie, Planet Houston, Texas. Course Commander: Lieutenant Gregory Baker Overall Grade: B Recommended for entry:Y Other Comments:
Candidate Talmont is an unusual individual, whether for better or worse is open to interpretation. Bearing in mind his background; section Commanders were instructed to keep a close eye on his activities. Nothing suspicious was uncovered; however, Talmont appeared to struggle to integrate fully with his section. He is capable of sharing a joke and/or a drink with the other candidates, but appeared to have difficulty finding social 'common ground.' Probably due to the age gap present in the section (closest other candidate was 26.)
Despite this, Talmont did well on navigation and problem solving exercises (particularly time-limited puzzles.) He shows some potential as a leader, though his acceptance of authority is questionable. No incident of direct insubordination occurred; rather his persistent questioning of orders, regardless of the rank of those issuing them. On one occasion; when acting as section commander during a water-crossing task, the candidate did not build a raft as suggested, instead diverting the river in order to allow for passage of supply vehicles.
Well, that'd be the report now. There isn't tonnes to add, y'know, besides why I'm here. Well, I'm not some kid running around looking for thrills, but, you've already gathered that. I'm not here to spy on you either, so you can drop that idea. It's not something we do. Not to friends, at any rate. From what I've seen so far, there's a few of you Navy-types I'd consider friends. Not your bloody bit-in-the-jaw drill instructor though, you can keep him.
I'm a Junker. Bet you've got that one on your files. I was, anyway, as far as it's possible to leave. Heard you lads have a similar saying. No such thing as an ex-marine. Lived that life for a while, scavenging the void, chippin' at stars. You know, all the poetic nonsense they stuff in to you from day one. Would've kept going forever, just happened to get lucky I guess. Oh, would be about ten years back now. Pulled a new lass onto the crew, mineral surveyor. She was supposed to help us out, pull something new in.
Well, short version, a few things happened and I've ended up with two beautiful children. Living out in the black's nice, but it's no way to bring the kids up. Samuel was born a couple of years back, and we packed up and moved off to Newark a little after, it's not much, but Samantha pulled a job working part-time for Interspace. It wasn't luxury, but we got by. Once Jess turned up though, things got a little more complicated. Pulled up a few things that'd been following me around for a while.
I spent a decent chunk of my life... Well, perhaps I could've done better. Convinced myself that I wasn't a part of it, that it didn't matter. Liberty that is. If you've met one of us, you'll know just how big a thing family is... Leaving the rest of the Junkers, well, it broadened my understanding. Sam plays with Libertonian kids, watches Libertonian broadcasts (when she's in the mood to let him.). He's no different from them. Hell, I don't think I could convince him otherwise if I tried. All this 'Junker's first' nonsense... Doesn't mean a thing to him. Shows me how shallow I was for believing it.
Well, it's hard not to draw something from that. I want my kids to grow up somewhere safe, somewhere where they can just be themselves. Aye, Liberty is a long damn way from perfect, but it's close enough to be worth saving, close enough to be worth protecting.
