Daughter of Fen
~Katarr~
Katar was a world full of beauty, curved architecture and an abundence of stunning wildlife. Mia was here for an other reason though. The Miraluka, the planets inhabitants were without eyes. Evolved to see using the force, they retained vestigal eyes sockets but they were void of anything. Like the mandalorians they saw each other as family, no matter how distantly related. They sought nothing in the verse, save for survival. Their religion, traced back to the original Je'daii. Worshippers of Ashla and Bogan. Mia was here to put out feelers, to get an understanding of where they stood in the coming conflict. If all went well, they would have another vantage point from which to launch an attack against the Republic.
Clad in armour, her helmet clipped to her belt, Mia's footsteps carried her out of the government building. She reached up and pinched the bridge of her nose, pushing her frustrations aside, burying them beneath the surface again. Discussions were not going well, Katarrs ties with the Order ran back centuries. How did you break a lifetime of tradition? She let her feet carry her back to the ship, but something made her stop. An alarm bell rang in the back of her mind. Subconciously, her hand unclipped the holsters on her blasters and rested momentarily on them. Someone was watching her.
@[member="Antares Windu"]
Katar was a world full of beauty, curved architecture and an abundence of stunning wildlife. Mia was here for an other reason though. The Miraluka, the planets inhabitants were without eyes. Evolved to see using the force, they retained vestigal eyes sockets but they were void of anything. Like the mandalorians they saw each other as family, no matter how distantly related. They sought nothing in the verse, save for survival. Their religion, traced back to the original Je'daii. Worshippers of Ashla and Bogan. Mia was here to put out feelers, to get an understanding of where they stood in the coming conflict. If all went well, they would have another vantage point from which to launch an attack against the Republic.
Clad in armour, her helmet clipped to her belt, Mia's footsteps carried her out of the government building. She reached up and pinched the bridge of her nose, pushing her frustrations aside, burying them beneath the surface again. Discussions were not going well, Katarrs ties with the Order ran back centuries. How did you break a lifetime of tradition? She let her feet carry her back to the ship, but something made her stop. An alarm bell rang in the back of her mind. Subconciously, her hand unclipped the holsters on her blasters and rested momentarily on them. Someone was watching her.
@[member="Antares Windu"]