Technician Tahlina Yanez-Tahli
Name Tahlina Yanez-Tahli
Position Quartermaster
Rank Technician
Character Information
| Gender | Female | |
| Species | DMZ Colonist (Human) | |
| Age | 20 |
Physical Appearance
| Hair Color | Black | |
| Physical Description | Tahlina Yanez-Tahli is a striking woman in her twenties with deep, sun-warmed skin that hints at both her Shawnee and Hispanic roots. Her long, black hair falls in untamed waves, often swept over one shoulder or tied back loosely when she works in the cargo bays. Sharp, dark eyes—always watchful and calculating—contrast with the soft curve of her lips, which rarely smile but often smirk. A faint scar traces her right cheek, a reminder of a skirmish gone wrong along the DMZ. She favors practical, body-hugging clothes, such as dark, cropped hoodies and worn cargo pants, blending comfort with readiness. A bold tattoo sprawls across her toned abdomen, a stylized tribal design that carries personal meaning from her heritage, visible just above the waistband of her pants. A few silver piercings—a nose stud and a pair of small hoops—add a glint of defiance, completing the impression of someone who has lived rough, worked harder, and refuses to be tamed. |
Family
Personality & Traits
| General Overview | Tahlina Yanez-Tahli is spirited, sharp-tongued, and stubbornly self-reliant—the kind of woman who thrives on the unpredictable edges of the Federation frontier. She learned early that survival in the DMZ means trusting her own instincts above all else, including bureaucracy and protocol. This mindset often clashed with Earth Cargo Services’ rigid structure and ultimately cost her a steady berth. Now working freelance abroad, independently operating freighters, she’s learning—slowly—that cooperation isn’t a weakness. Her humor is biting, her temper short, but her loyalty, once earned, is absolute. Beneath the bravado is a grudging respect for those who can earn her trust, and a certain wistful streak that surfaces when she’s alone in a cargo bay, staring out at the neutral zone. For all her rough edges, she believes in fair trade, in keeping one’s word, and in the strange kind of freedom only the DMZ can offer. |
| Personal History | Tahlina Yanez-Tahli was never one to play by the rules. Feisty, outspoken, and fiercely independent, she had little patience for bureaucracy or the politics of the chain of command. During her years with Earth Cargo Services, she earned a reputation as one of the most capable quartermasters in her sector—fast, efficient, and unflinchingly practical—but also one of the most difficult to manage. She followed procedure only when it made sense, cut corners when it didn’t, and had no hesitation telling a superior exactly what she thought of a bad order. Eventually, her defiance and unwillingness to “just nod and haul” led to her dismissal. It was a bitter lesson, but one that hardened her resolve. Instead of crawling back to another corporate freighter line, she turned to the DMZ—where independence wasn’t just tolerated, it was necessary. Out on the frontier, Tahlina found the kind of freedom she’d always wanted. She worked her way through a series of independently operated freighters, learning to survive in a volatile region where politics, allegiances, and supply chains shifted daily. Her sharp tongue and hard-edged humor earned her few friends, but her ability to keep a ship’s manifest organized down to the last crate made her invaluable. Word spread quickly about the woman who could move anything—quietly, quickly, and without question. It wasn’t long before that reputation reached the Maquis. When one of their crews needed someone who could manage logistics and procurement under fire, Tahlina was a natural choice. Aboard the Ada Lovelace, she finally found a place where her talents and temperament aligned. Her experience as a quartermaster turned out to be more than helpful—it was vital. She coordinated raids on Federation and Cardassian supply ships, orchestrating operations that stripped entire cargo holds clean before reinforcements arrived. What she couldn’t buy, she bartered for; what she couldn’t barter, she took. Yet despite her rough methods, her loyalty to the colonists never wavered. Every stolen ration pack and medical crate made its way to settlements barely holding on amid the DMZ’s chaos. For Tahlina, the Maquis weren’t terrorists—they were survivalists, doing what the Federation no longer would. For the first time in her life, she wasn’t just moving freight; she was moving hope, and that made all the risk worth it. |