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Cathar

Astrographical Information
Region: Outer Rim
Sector: Quelii
System: Cathar System
Orbital Position: Only planet mentioned
Moons: One
Grid Coordinates: O14

Physical Information
Class: Terrestrial
Atmosphere: Type 1 Breathable Oxygen Mix
Primary Terrain: Savannahs, Rough Uplands

Points of Interest: Vast Veldt

Societal Information
Indigenous Species: Cathar
Immigrated Species: None
Primary Language(s): Catharese
Faction Affiliation: Neutral

Defense Rating: Three

 

Description: A world of golden savannahs and massive city trees, Cathar has managed to retain its natural beauty through the Cathar culture's deeply held belief of living in harmony with the world. Fully recovered from the Mandalorian atrocities of the Old Republic era, the Cathar people have faded from the public eye and largely enjoyed a period of peaceful isolation.

 

First post goes to Ailbasí Zirtani

Edited by Ailbasí Zirtani

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Cathar was a blue and gold jewel suspended amidst a black velvet bed of ether. Ailbasí regarded it with equal parts anticipation and dread. It would be an easy assumption to make that with her schooling she was knowledgeable about the traditions and culture of her people in spite of her offworld origins. It was a wrong assumption. Her Cathar mother had survived Kuat by adapting to its ways, and any college courses she looked into always wanted to focus on the Mandalorian invasion and a never ending stream of holovids and stills of the slaughter. The holonet was no better, filled with hubs made by xenophobic edgelords who loved commenting that the Mandalorians missed a few, and well meaning humans that were bewitched by the culture and wanted to be a part of it by offering up their own loose interpretations or even flat out fantasies of Cathar culture. Whether out of hate or love, humanity had a tendency to bad touch everything it came into contact with.

 

Ailbasí arrived on chartered transport, Ca’airan had her ship and arriving on a cargo transport would not gel well with her purported backstory. According to the documents that she had submitted she was a holovid recording technician visiting on a uni contract, and Ca’airan was a big game hunter looking to add some Kiltik trophies to his collection. The best lies were so close to the truth that they blurred the lines between them. Speaking of, she donned the rest of her outfit, which covered enough of her to make her species ambiguous. She was not ready to be labeled “Not Cathar enough” immediately upon arrival. She had put together something “expeditionary” feeling with light tan fabrics that would protect from exposure but not leave her melting. Gwn Marwolaeth was concealed in an equipment bag that would not leave her side. A military grade recon imagifier masquerading as a holocam hung from her hip.

 

Departing the spaceport, she set foot for the first time on her ancestral homeworld. Even through her mask a number of alien smells, sounds, and images rioted through her brain. She was a stranger to her own cradle. She hurried quickly to her destination, hoping for a smaller slice of overwhelming.

 

Beside her, a long wooden case with a golden engraved placard that simply stated “Better than flowers”. It was a token of thanks and appreciation for Ca’airan, a customized EXP-9. That was part of real courtship, right? Granted most people couldn’t afford such a gesture or might have started more simply, but she had more feelings than she knew what to do with, so much so that she felt like she might explode. On a rational level she knew that she was in the early stages of infatuation, but this was the first time that she felt both parties wanted the same thing, and so she was willingly and brazenly riding the wave instead of lowering her expectations.

 

Her luggage had been sent to the room they would be staying at, but she was in a gathering area of tents near the roots of the citytree. Recon meant getting out and seeing the planet, scouting possibilities, and she had found a hunting excursion tour that would allow them to surveil numerous possibilities, with less and less oversight as the guides weeded out the ones in over their heads. It was here that she would meet Ca’airan.

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The space port was slightly different than any he had encountered before.  It was not as cultural mixed as he had anticipated but then again, the Cathar no longer really ventured out into the greater galactic community.  He surveyed his papers and smirked at his luck as being accepted on a hunting trip that was also doubling as a research trip for the elderly gentlemen, he had the pleasure of talking to on his previous stop.  He looked forward to catching up with him if he could.  Searching around the port left him little time for relaxation as he knew he needed to meet up with his outfit relatively quickly.

 

He was outfitted as normal with no major plans of participating in the hunt beyond perhaps the tracking of the animal.  His hope was to learn of the native flora and fauna and to observe traditional Cathar hunting styles.  He had taken the precaution of buying a modified slug rifle in case they insisted he have a firearm beyond his pistol, but he wasn't too worried.  He was excited, more excited than he had been in quite some time.  Here on this remote world he hoped to get some alone time in the wilds to meditate and try again to understand his weird ability to move things about, up till now it always only happened accidently and never in any intended fashion. 

 

Smiling he walked towards a large group after getting some directions from a local.  Let the adventure on Cathar begin.

Edited by Kellanderos

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With esteemed majesty and grace, the Best Behavior emerged from hyperspace at the edges of the Cathar system. The ship banked towards the golden planet and after a few terse words from the captain to the local authorities in some hissing howling language that Ca’Aran could only grimace at, they were joined on either side of the ship by a half flight of Z-95 headhunters from the central garrison. Probably just a safety detail, But Delta made sure he still had his blaster slung at his side. It fit with his costume anyway. He was not in armour this time, nor any kind of Black Sun stately uniform like he was used to. All of his old clothes were stored aboard the Marie and would be somewhere else in system, awaiting further orders. So he wore a cobbled together mix of rugged stylish clothes some seven decades out of style. He wore a wide brimmed hat from which dangled the teeth of a Corangi Lion cub from leather strips which was considered big game if you were an ewok.He strode down the ramp in style, hand on his overbig knife and greeting the immigration officials with a chipper backwoods accent. Calling them all “mates” like he was from Nordsikke back on Haruun Kal. He tipped his hat to the lovely black hair cathar he had come to like and passed her the Forged ID she had requested.

“Oy mate pleasur’ to see yah. Gotta show you this knoife later back at the ‘otel!”

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“Oh, how adorable, it’s like a teacup sword!” Ailbasí leaned in conspiratorially and whispered “If you drop the accent I’ll let you get your hands on my box. What do you say, Mr…” Her outfit prevented her from giving Ca’airan a proper kiss so she balanced on the tips of her toes and pressed her forehead against his like he had done last time. Her hands went exploring for his fake ID so that she could know what to call him, and while he had an abnormally large number of pockets, she didn’t mind the journey to the destination. At last she found what she was looking for and pulled it out to read what his chosen sine nomine was.

 

Stifling a giggle, she returned the multipass to his pocket. “That’s a big legacy to live up to, Mr. Rockard, you going to show me that in the “‘otel” too?” Celebrities and nobles alike tended to travel under false names to elude stalkers, journalists, and kidnappers. All you had to do to be mistaken for someone like that was drop stacks of credits and behave like a spoiled child with more money than responsibilities. Governments couldn’t fund spies to act like this so it was a solid cover of half truths. Besides, after her time on Korriban she was ready to deep dive into a ball pit of irresponsibility.

 

“Seriously though… “Lance”... thank you for coming out here with me. This is for you, a token of my appreciation.” She flipped open the clasps to reveal a custom order EXP-9, engraved with the name of a hunting god that she had read about in uni, and a pair of cat eyes serving as a wordless reminder of who the gift was from. She wrapped an arm around his waist and braced for his response, hoping he liked it.

 

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a chiss that for some reason had an unshakeable sense of familiarity to him, even though she could not recall having ever met a chiss before other than Darth Sensara. Normally she would chalk it up to a strange coincidence, but the feeling was so powerful that she felt compelled to investigate. Chiss were a rare sight beyond their borders, and largely kept to themselves.

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With a cough that was much more meant for the stage than in a spaceport Delta wiped the accent off of his tongue with all the force of a death star laser beam plowing through alderaanian schoolhouses. With one hand he tore the hat from his brow and tossed it underhand back on board the ship where is smacked into the back of a hauling droid. He pressed his forehead firmly into hers in the classic Mandalorian keldabe kiss, then crouched and turned it into a more human kiss. Since it would not do to expose himself as mandalorian to these Cathar that were somehow pissed about a ‘minor genocide’ from some four thousand years ago.

That would be like being mad over Exar Kun and Uliq Kel Droma massacring the Massassi. And literally no one was mad about that. Or even was interested in seeing that brutish species return to the fold of the galactic frontier. But people had to have an identity and the Cathars seemed to embrace full heartedly the victim mentality that plagued so many. So Delta would keep quiet and secretly wish Mandalore Terra would come and finish the job of Cassus Fett, in some kind of Albigensian Crusade.

He let out a low whistle at the EXP-9 and gave her a fierce and loving hug.

“You know I couldn’t have wanted anything different. Thank you so much Ailbasi.”

He held her close as he pulled the last of the wrappings off the mighty weapon and slung it comfortably at his side. His eyes also finding the Chissari that the Cathar girl seemed to be watching.

“What's with blueman group? Do you know him?”

He continued to walk beside her towards the exit of the starport.

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The stragne women with the group of hunters flirting with the larger male caught his attention.  For some reason he felt that he should know this person but just chalked it up to one of those moments of perhaps seeing someone similar in his travels.  He proceeded to head out of the port towards the muster point for the safari.  He was curious if he woudl get the chance to meditate and wonder away from the group and was hoping it would happen, then again learning the hunting habits of the locals wouldn't be bad either.  Shrugging to himself he watched the women and man leave and shook his head again at the strange feeling.  No matter, now was not the time to worry about such a pointless matter, now was the time to learn about Cathar and its natives.

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