Mission Kiltik Kerfuffle

[Talohn Atar]

KILTIK KERFUFFLE​

Salvage Beskar and Set Up Device - Cathar, border of clan Atar territory.


It was midday over the sweltering desert of cathar. An Aranar-type corvette was in orbit over the horribly miscolored orb of a planet. Though Talohn was given the full authorization to mobilize the heathen army...things were delicate with the cathar clans at current due to previous experience with Mandalorians. Even with the kiltik threat looming, arrival with a ship any bigger than a corvette would cause more harm than good. This corevette had served as the base of operations for data collection in the past few months. It is also where those who accepted the task Talohn sent out would be invited to board for briefing.

When they all arrived at the helm of the corvette, they'd see the mission director in question with his back to them, orangish eyes gazing down upon the planet. It was a poor, sickly planet. It was even prevalent from orbit. Massive spans of desert with the occasional patch of green. Barely any patches of blue, Even the seas had suffered, the water levels lowering to the point that what had once been massive seas had lowered to great lakes with mountains in between. Amongst it all were the black swerving lines crisscrossing the planet. The Kiltik hordes so massive that they could be seen from orbit, shifting ever so slightly as they moved over the planet like serpentine clouds. The cathar's shoulder's were slumped, gaze somber as he looked upon his home.

Upon hearing people enter the room, he automatically straightens his posture with a deep breath, adjusting his jacket. The cathar was dressed simply, a pair of brown trousers with black leather boots and a black shirt under his jacket. He sighs, running a hand through his hair as he makes his way to the center of the room where a circular hologram projector was positioned.

"Thanks for making it on such short notice. I covered most of the details in the dossier, but I'm of the personal opinion that a team should, at minimum, have introduced themselves to eachother in person before going out in the field together. I'll send you down on a transport shuttle shortly." He chuckles.

Clawed fingertips move to tap about on the configuration panel of the hologram.

"You all do that while I get this running. I have a few extra details to show you before you go planetside. "

He then suddenly claps his hands together, his eyes widening in an expression of surprise upon the realization that he had forgotten something. He points out Kivah .

"This here is Kiva, I made contact with her recently. I know bringing non mandalorians on an op like this is odd, but I assure you she's competent, and more importantly, a native of the planet. She'll be helpful down there."

His attention returns to the holograph projector, fingers tapping about as he flips through a variety of options.

Zlova Rue Kivah Elian Abrantes Aselia Verd Korda Veydran

 

[Korda Veydran]

The corvette's helm remained quiet except for the low, constant hum of systems and the distant vibration of the ship's engines holding them steady in orbit.

The Cathar at the center of the room continued working at the hologram console, but his introduction had already set the tone. Brief. Practical. Controlled. A mission waiting to happen rather than a speech waiting to end.

Then the rest of the team filtered in.
Korda Veydran arrived with them, not separate from the group but also not truly part of it in the way most people would define "together." Heavy beskar filled the doorway like it was deciding whether the structure deserved to keep standing. The helmet was on, sealing his expression away behind scarred metal and narrow intent.

There was a faint irregularity to his posture, a subtle stiffness in his ribs that suggested old damage rather than current weakness. He carried it without acknowledgment.

His gaze moved first to the Cathar, then to the room itself.
Recognition followed.

Elian Abrates was noted immediately. A pause, just long enough to register familiarity. Korda gave a single nod in return, deliberate and restrained, the kind of acknowledgment that carried history without needing explanation. Someone he had sponsored. Someone he had once placed trust in.

Aselia Verd came next. House Verd. The name carried weight even before it was attached to a person. Korda's helmet tilted slightly in her direction, a quiet, warrior-to-warrior acknowledgment. No words. None needed.

The third was unfamiliar.
A red Twi'lek, standing at roughly five foot ten, marked with black tattoos that ran from lekku to body in a continuous pattern. Golden eyes. Sith presence, unmistakable even without effort to announce it. Korda observed them for a moment longer than the others, not in judgment, but in calculation. Threat was not assumed. It was measured.

They were still alive and standing in a Mandalorian briefing room. That was enough for now.
His arms crossed slowly over his chest, armor plates settling into place with a muted clack. The movement was controlled, economical. He turned his attention briefly toward the planet below through the viewport.

Cathar.
Scarred. Starved. Crawling with the black lines of Kiltik infestation even from orbit. A world being slowly overwritten.
His helmet angled slightly as if committing the image to memory rather than observation.

Then, without ceremony, he looked back toward Elian. A short pause.
"Been a while, freind"
No warmth added. No embellishment. Just acknowledgment of time passed and the fact that it had, a small smirk tugged at his lips under the helmet visor.

He said nothing further, letting the room fill in its own silence as the Cathar continued working at the hologram. The mission was already forming in the space between them, whether anyone had spoken it aloud or not.

Elian Abrantes Aselia Verd Zlova Rue Kivah Talohn Atar