Kintya a hurlé à l'arrivée de Temujin et d'Elin, et a donné un huff amusé. "Merci pour l'offre Temujin, mais je ne suis pas intéressé. Au moins, je sais ce qu'est le tabac... et depuis que nous avons guéri le cancer, quel est le mal de toute façon?" Elle a cogné le cul sur le sol, et l'a écrasé avec sa botte, se tordant doucement le pied sur le dessus. Elle a tenu compte de la question d'Elin, et a regardé autour du groupe, faisant un compte de tête. "Pas tout à fait, semble Silus est le seul qui n'est pas ici... Je ne sais pas quoi penser de ça." Kintya a ri, et a regardé autour de "Vous avez toujours confiance en lui? J'en suis sûr, mais j'ai besoin de beaucoup d'argent. Alors quel choix ai-je?" Elle médita sur la pensée, et soupira, la tête dans sa main.
C'est alors qu'elle a remarqué un éclair de lumière rouge sur le sol. Il s'est passé si vite qu'elle l'a presque pris pour un tour de lumière. Elle regarda perplexe et, tête coiffée d'un côté, se mit à dire: "Hé, a-t-on vu quelqu'un d'autre juste tha-" Ses yeux tombaient sur Elin, et elle le vit de nouveau: Un point rouge, se déplaçant vers le haut de son corps, et venant se reposer sur le côté de sa tête. Les yeux de Kintya s'élargissaient dans la réalisation soudaine, alors qu'elle se dardait vers elle, les instincts militaires s'illuminent en un instant. "Shit, SNIPER!!" Elle a attaqué Elin au sol, tout comme la limace a glissé dans l'air et a fait exploser un gros morceau du mur adjacent. Des rondes ont commencé à voler à travers les airs, alors que plusieurs assaillants inconnus ont commencé à couler à travers l'entrée du hall à l'extrême gauche, prenant des positions défensives le long des décombres. Six d'entre eux, portant des pistolets et des pistolets dispersés, et dont un Kintya se rappelait distinctement: Le voyou qu'elle a frappé hier.
Le voyou cria, et pointa son arme sur le groupe, riant de façon menaçante. "Vous et vos amis de chatte êtes f**ked maintenant!"
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.