Tallo doesn’t have a story. Not because his life lacks defining moments, but because he never considered any of them worth categorizing as such. In his mind, the battles, dilemmas, and decisions are fleeting fragments, pieces of a senseless chaos that fade the instant they’re made. There are no heroes in this universe. No villains. Only individuals. Individuals who, for some reason, seek to keep breathing for just one more day.
In the galaxy, among the shadows of forgotten stations and clandestine markets, Tallo doesn’t pursue redemption or glory. The idea of a grand destiny, of some epic struggle that would place him somewhere in history, doesn’t interest him. He doesn’t believe in stories. The lives he sees, the ones he touches, are just bodies passing by. And his life is no different. It’s not a tale worth telling. It’s simply a series of necessary acts, interrupted by the breath of someone who, like everyone else, is condemned to keep going.
Each day for Tallo isn’t an opportunity to build something meaningful, but a brutal reminder of what the universe is in its rawest form: a stage without morals, without light, where the only goal is survival. There is no heroism in his actions. Only decisions. The true enemy isn’t the Empire or the Rebels. It’s the void, the emptiness of the cosmos surrounding him.
The black market is his home, and barter, violence, and betrayal are his companions. There’s no room for questions about right or wrong because, in these forgotten spaces, those concepts are ridiculous, as empty as space itself. Tallo moves among them like a shadow, with the coldness of someone who has learned that morality is a luxury they can’t afford. There’s no room for justice, only for need. And when faces cross paths, smiles are never genuine. Why would they be? In this place, everything has a price, and that price is his life.
In the galaxy, victories are fleeting, wars are forgotten, and stories of the great fall into the abyss of time. For Tallo, there’s no future. He’s never seen one. And he doesn’t care. Tomorrow is an illusion, a fantasy created by those who can’t bear the hopelessness of the now. The days of glory, the victories of the Rebellion, the fall of the Empire… they’re just echoes that resonate nowhere in the corners where he walks. Survival isn’t a victory, it isn’t a conquest. It’s a desperate act of resistance, a game of chance that never ends.
Others see him as a bounty hunter, a mercenary, a rogue. An easy label for those who need to put a name to what they don’t understand. But Tallo has no ambitions. There is no honor in his life. No loyalties. He doesn’t pursue power or glory, because those are empty promises for those who believe there’s something beyond this present. He’s not here to change the universe. He’s here not to be crushed by it.
And in this galaxy, where the stars don’t give light and the future doesn’t exist, Tallo’s life is neither a punishment nor a reward. It’s simply a temporary contract. Something that holds together by a breath, a sigh more, a transaction that will let him survive another day. Morality is irrelevant. What matters is the constant struggle, that primordial need to keep going.
The universe has many stories. Stories of great battles, of heroes and villains, of glorious sacrifices. But Tallo is neither a hero nor a villain. He’s simply a man who keeps going. In the dark corridors of the clandestine markets, in the space stations where death lurks around every corner, he doesn’t see himself as the protagonist of anything.
He’s just surviving. Like all the others forced to live in the margins of this universe. Life, in its purest and darkest form, has no meaning. It only has need. And in that need, in that desperation, Tallo keeps moving forward.
Somewhere, someone might ask: Is it worth it to keep going? Is this life of constant struggle, of decisions that have no answer, something worth living? Tallo doesn’t have an answer to that. There is no answer. Only the next job, the next transaction, the next breath. In this aimless space, where time dissolves and names are lost, Tallo walks, with no past and no future.
And maybe, deep down, that’s the only path.
"You want to know why I keep moving? Simple. I move because standing still is worse. Every step, every breath, it’s just a game of survival. There’s no glory in it. No purpose. Just the next deal, the next day. That’s the universe. Take it or leave it." - Tallo.
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