The young man looks proud, his hands resting on his hips as if he is about to draw. At first glance, not the guy that one calls out to spontaneously. I take a breath and walk up to him, expressing my intention to interview him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the end, he's really not that mean. He\u2019s keen. He tells me with passion he is the best sniper who was raised by the military academy. In addition, he is assigned to the most prestigious unit<\/a> : the Tellus'hann's one <\/strong>(the High Protector). Not just anyone, actually.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He likes to chat. I play the game. What are his favourite weapons ? Two long-barrelled weapons.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Even before I ask him further, he details the ammunition. If it were up to him, he would only use those with...amber-based primer,<\/strong> but that's still expensive. He looks like to be a cowboy through and through.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Something catches my eye in his face.\nHe decides to anticipate my question. This is his greatest strength! His biocybernetic eye should helps him to anticipate all the things better than anyone. The system which manages the implant computes angles. Everything is taking shape before his eyes. Fascinating !<\/p>\n\n\n\n He smiles when I ask him if he as some weakness, then he forces himself to laugh and confess that he hates elevators. His stomach is weak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n So, he is a Protector<\/strong>. If he hadn't joined the army, he would have become a Tech<\/strong>. He loves technology, taking everything apart, dismembering before rebuilding... with more or less success. I imagine him rubbing his chin, the reconstructed device in one hand and a screw on the other hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I turn back to his leader<\/a>.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n