Kintya s'est débrouillée, et l'a terminée, la bouteille est vide. Elle était inondée de nouveaux visages maintenant, et cela la rendait mal à l'aise. Elle voulait partir, mais il y avait encore des affaires à faire. Elle se balançait légèrement, très saoul maintenant, et mettait ses bras sur la table, se reposant brièvement le visage dans ses mains, avant de se lever de nouveau, et de parler.
"Bien, tout va bien. Au fait, c'est Kintya... » Elle tendit la main au robot, mais l'effort était trop, et elle ramena rapidement sa main sur la table. "...Bien que beaucoup de gens semblent m'appeler Bleu. Jamais vu un Phogen *hic* avant hein?" Kintya se leva de la table, et trébucha, surpris de la difficulté avec laquelle l'alcool l'avait frappée. « Eh bien, voici l'adresse pour vous, monsieur l'homme extraterrestre... » Elle lui a donné un bout de papier avec l'adresse où elle les rencontrait avant de le mettre à la main. "Soyez pré-hic*ared pour un dur combat, même si vous avez l'air de pouvoir le supporter." Avec ça, elle a commencé à sortir de la canitna, trébuchant un peu plus. "Adios, amigos *hic*" Elle les agita, et fit sortir la porte, se heurtant à un couple entrant.
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Le lendemain, 2744 heures, Emplacement: 47ème Appartements, Oasis. 
Kintya a tenu la tête dans ses mains, et a pris un autre stim pour essayer de frapper la gueule de bois, l'injectant dans son poignet. Elle avait trop bu hier soir, et s'est donné des coups de pied pour le faire. Juste avant qu'ils n'écrasent une cachette de gang, aussi. Putain, je suis une idiote, elle s'est crue. C'était le soir maintenant, et toujours Kintya se sentait comme de la merde. Mais au moins elle était droite, et a réussi à rencontrer Jax et qui elle a appris était Korrin, bien que peu d'autres choses sur lui. Tous s'asseyaient et se tenaient autour d'un appartement brûlé, le toit coulait dans la plupart des endroits et des trous dans les murs et les planchers. Kintya a allumé une cigarette, et a attendu avec les autres que Silus apparaisse, l'air frais de Tryliin lui faisant frissonner légèrement. Elle a pris une traînée profonde et s'est exhalée, ignorant ce qu'ils apprendraient dans l'entrepôt. Toute leur vie était sur le point d'être renversée en une seule nuit.
Name: Kintya Pol
-Race: Genetically modified human
Gender: Female
-Age: 34


Personality: Kintya Pol has always been fond of travel and adventure, never staying in the one place for too long. She is gritty and determined to find the people responsible for the destruction of Outpost 32, eager to get her revenge on them. Kintya is also jaded and suspicious of strangers, accepting that death is a part of life, and will shoot someone she doesn't know if they are acting suspiciously enough. She considers newcomers to Tryliin dead men walking, and has no close friends to speak of.
Weapons: -10mm Assegai Ind. Machine pistol (with AP ammo)
Combat knife (kept in boot strap)
Abilities: Photosynthesis – One of the genetic alteraltions the S-GAF decided would be crucial to the colonization effort was alternative food sources, especially regarding the frontier engineering teams. As such, all Engineering Corps. personal can supplement their diet with energy from the sun. While not completely eloiminating the need for food, it does mean she can survive a lot longer without it, useful when the supply lines are devastated by raiders.
Bio: Kintya Pol was born to a family in poverty on Earth, missing out on what most children took for granted at the time. She has always wanted to travel the galaxy, and studied from a young age, sacrificing things like friendship and enjoyment. Kintya worked hard and eventually graduated top of her class in The Academy, with engineering and mathematics majors.
She immediately accepted a job offer with S-GAF, and was deployed with the 233rd Engineering Corps to Tryliin, who specialised in consturction of fortifications and outposts on hostile and desolate worlds. Their goal was to attempt to set up a second colony after the first failed attempt, and Kintya settled into a peaceful life, helping to build Outpost 32.
Then, the unthinkable happened: While on a routine patrol to repair a damaged Thumper on the perimeter fence, a settler of 32 betrayed the colony, arming the local raiders with the weapons from the armory, disabling the outpost's defenses and severing radio communications. The assault was brief: Entire families were murdered and burnt to death in their homes while they slept, with the survivors captured as slaves, with no way of defending themselves. When the patrol returned to Outpost 32, it was nothing but ash and bodies.
When the inquiry into what happened determined sabotage, Kintya became outraged when her superiors refused to do anything to bring those responsible to justice. They claimed it was simply too dangerous, and it was better to cut their losses than risk angering the local bandit clans. Kintya left for the deserts, determined to find and bring to justice those who destroyed Outpost 32. Her current whereabouts are unknown, and she has been declared AWOL, presumed dead.
Personal Equipment:
-Toolkit: Kintya uses her toolkit to anlyse and repair damaged devices she finds on her travels, selling them to passing travelers.
-Chomper: Her companion, Chomper is a Coslot (a popular beast of burden with the many races) missing an eye and part of his tail, which he lost to a pack of Hoppers as a calf. Kintya saved him, and the two have been inseparable since.