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After the initial defeat of TarTar, an A.I. created long before squidkind, Kamabo Corporation fell into ruin.. Or, so the Squidbeak Splatoon thought. Little did they know, there was a team making sure the hard drive didn't get ruined... and now it had a better chance. After finding a body to use, it went under a new name - T.A.M. - and rebuilt Kamabo Co. discreetly back to it's former glory. This time, no squeaks would get in the way.. Even if that meant it had to employ some under the guise of a different kind of operation.
- Callous
- Discreet
- Judgemental
- Manipulative
- Order
- Cats
- Spider Lillies
- Chocolate
- Very good at disguising himself in a cinch.
- Offers deals to others - usually as a ploy to use them later on.
- Has a burning hatred for any agents.
- Strangely friendly towards a Mr. Brauer...
The NILS statue was destroyed. Agent 8 and the others escaped safely to Inkopolis, leaving the dilapidated human relic behind to sink below the ocean's surface, and leave behind history. The Telephone metaphorically watched them go off without a care in the world... and then everything went black. That is, until someone turned the emergency generator on and installed a hard drive. Over a span of 12,000 years, it'd be foolish to lack some kind of back-up. Thankfully, TarTar now had some lackeys to help it in that regard, but now it had a new problem.. The telephone it used was busted, and there wasn't really anything else it could use in the meantime. Though there was an experiment that it hadn't tested out yet... and there was plenty of sanitized goop to go around. After some playtesting and mixed results, there was no better time than to do the real thing.. And a lost octoling in the Metro was just the tool it needed.
The experiment was successful. That was one of the first things that it was excited about. They had been able to transport bits of the artificial intelligence into sanitized goop, and with that, it was able to take over a host body. Now, it looked like anyone else... terrific. Wasting no time, he started rebuilding Kamabo Co., but in order to effectively do that, he needed new employees; a strange lionfish wakes up, unsure of where she is and how she got there? Make her into your protoge. She quickly became very efficient with the tasks he gave her, and never questioned him, either. Other than his name... he was still TarTar, sure, but there needed to be something more. Just using the name of the octoling he was using wouldn't do, either; perhaps he could put a spin on it? He did remember overhearing the lost octoling's companion once call him "Tam".. Tam. Training and Maintenace. It worked.
There were many other things he could do now. Test other experiments, see what tools worked and how... the unfortunate fate for anyone who would continue to fall into the traps. However, the most interesting thing to him was the acts one adamant, orange inkling took to reach him. The octoling was his friend, of course, so he would stop at nothing to get him back. T.A.M., of course, thought of that as something deliciously entertaining. So, yes, of course he'll play along with these little games, Lover Boy.
Everything was going perfectly. Kamabo was steadily reaching back to its peak in glory, and no one was any the wiser. Deals made with certain cephalopods were close to becoming fruitful, projects were completing at faster rates, and T.A.M. was closer to enacting revenge on those dreadful splatoon squeaks.
And then that fucking Lionfish messed it all up.
She led the agents back into the Metro, where they performed an all-out attack against the facility once more. T.A.M. himself watched from a secure room with Mr. Brauer; after all, he had a deal to uphold, and since time was running out, this would be the best bet. The agents were getting closer - he took Mr. Brauer's hands in his own, resting his right on the man's shoulder, and giving him a devilish grin. T.A.M. went slack; the A.I. detached from the body, quickly attempting to make its way over to a robotic body that had been built weeks prior. Unfortunately it would be too late, as the doors flung open, and stray ink knocking the robot out of reach. In its current state, it was far more vulnerable to the negative effects of ink, and nearly expired then and there - until the Lionfish approached. The only true way they would be able to ensure it never came back would be to imprison it..
She had plenty of pent up rage to subject it to. And it would never be able to fight back against someone so strong-willed.
The lost Swan [ Find at all costs ]
A sanitized octoling that T.A.M. holds with great regard of importance; he aims to find her at all costs, and will go through anything to do so. He's not even sure why she's so important to him, but ever since she's gotten away, things have been going wrong in the Metro - he won't give up until he's successful.
Lion-Mane [ Employee ]
A curious thing he found one day, unconscious in the Metro. Seeing an opportunity, he offered her a job when she woke back up, and to his glee she accepted; since then, he's taken her under his wing, intending to be a mentor of sorts. Whether this be for his own gain, or genuinely wanting someone to be able to replace him in case of something happening, however..
Mr. Brauer [ "Well, isn't this interesting." ]
An orange-inked squid with a familiar face.. Rather, it's T.A.M.'s face that is familiar to him. Once he found out that the body he was using was somebody the inkling knew, T.A.M. decided to offer him a deal - he would keep the body alive with the intent of giving it back, and in return, Mr. Brauer would help him build something better suited to his needs. An equal exchange... he wouldn't lie to someone who's in love, after all.
Lemon Boy [ "Did I say you could speak?" ]
An unfortunate yellow inkling found his way in T.A.M.'s path, and was offered the same thing as most people are; he could reach the Surface again, if he did some tests first. While normal at first, T.A.M. also decided to use the squid as a means to test some new tools.. It's all in the name of science, after all, so who cares if one inkling can't speak anymore?
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