One Month Ago
The skittering, the clicking. He could hear it getting closer. The ancient cities were long abandoned, but they were far from empty. He was now trespassing on the territory of the tyen la'e. It had been a long and quiet journey up the world tree. To avoid the wrath of the beetle hordes, talohn had climbed manually, forgoing the use of any propulsion methods. It hadn't been easy, but if the tidbit of information he hads gotten was true, it would all be worth it.
He found it slightly saddening to walk through the streets of the once glorious kingdom of his people. Though the streets weren't streets. They were branches of a great
city tree. Each branch supporting platforms that led to wooden homes long ruined by the passage of time, or in some case they led into homes that were carved into the tree itself. Once these branches would have been bustling with life. Even if he never got to be there, he could hear it now. Children playing balance games on the edge of the tree at the contention of their parents. Catharese warriors coming up the pulley elevators having returned from hunts. The smell of overly spicy curry wafting from the once beautifully constructed homes. Talohn had not been there for this, for it was long before his time. But standing there now, Talohn could feel it. Feel the pain of what could be as he looked further up the tree from the branch he was currently standing on. He had to wipe away a single tear as the misery of his ancestors bore down upon him, begging for justice, begging for peace. Begging for this world to be truly cathar once more. He took a deep breath to compose himself and quieten the roar of his long-fallen people, leaving only the empty tree and the occasional sound of distant insectoid clicking in their wake. A singular sniffle echoes in the silence before the cathar continues making his way up the tree.
The only thing that became more evident as he went up the tree was the fact that the houses were not just taken down by the passage of time. Some were burned, others blown to bits. He knew the culprit, and the irony of his current familial ties was not lost to him. Further up the tree, he would begin finding the places of public gathering. Massive holes and tunnels carved into the tree to serve various purposes; those purposes made evident by the carvings in catharese above their entrances. One place in particular caught his interest. 'Library', the large carving said. Though the massive branch above it had fallen, blocking most of the entrance. He ignites his lightsaber, causing a blue glow in the darkness of the night. Not that he needed light to see, being a cathar and all. He hoped the blade wasn't making too much noise.
Talohn stabs his blade into the tree and begins using it to carve a circle. Once completed, he turns off the lightsaber and places it back on his belt. The cathar then activates his armor's crushgaunts and digs his hands into the wood. With a solid hand hold, he pulls the circle of wood out of the branch and tosses it aside. It proceeds to roll off of the branch his standing on and falls into one of the old buildings below. Talohn peers over the edge of the massive branch, his features formed into disgust a few of the black carapaced giant beetles plaguing the tree begins skittering over to investigate the noise. Just as one looks up, Talohn stops peeking over the edge so that he's no longer visible from that angle.
He crouches slightly to make his way through the hole in the branch, his mind brimming with excitement at the idea that he could find some knowledge of his people. All that excitement dies the moment he reaches the other side. All he sees is char and ash filling the hollowed-out portion of the tree. He could hear it once more, the despairing cry of his people. As he slowly steps forth past the threshold of the library, his gaze affixed to the long-burnt bookshelves. His sadness is interrupted as he steps on something that causes a metallic ding, The cathar instantly looks down, and his eyes widen. Beskar. A whole body of it. A set of armor with the insignia of a clan that likely no longer existed. The body within had turned to dust, but the armor remained, alongside the catharese vibroblade sticking out of the armpit of the armor. He looks between the dead mandalorian and the rest of the library. Though it was horribly rusted, Talohn could make out a flamethrower on the wrist of the armor.
The cathar shakes his head slightly. Not only did they send his people back to the dark ages. They didn't even permit them to remember who they were. Precious history gone and ruined. He continues his journey further into the library, hoping to find something in the charred hallways, praying that his journey wasn't for nothing. Though it looked like that was the case. Most of the bookshelves were completely ash. The something catches his eye. The gleam of metal in a room adjacent to the library. He hurries that way, his pace quickened. It's not long before he arrives before a chest. Most catharese storage objects were made from wood. Why was this of metal? Almost as if preservation under any circumstances was the intent. Using the crushgaunts, he rips the locks off of the chest and lifts it open. Within is a collection of scrolls, each with some sort of circular insignia on it. He takes one in his hand and gently rolls it open to peek at the contents. His eyes go wide, pupils dilating to slits from the shock.
"Eta... eta lêirzêe cijeli...." (This... This changes everything....)
His shocking discovery is interrupted by the sound of clicking within the hallway. He quickly but gently loads all of the scrolls into the satchel he has at his side before drawing his pistol and flicking off the safety. He holds his pistol in front of him, teeth bared.
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Present Day
Seven years already? Naboo was so far away, yet the memory of it was still fresh in his mind. The day everything was lost. Talohn had never been too personally invested in Naboo, but he knew what that place was to his brothers, what that place meant to House Verd. Too see that empire crumble made him weep for his family. In the past few years, those of House Verd that knew him would notice that Talohn seemed to be mostly off radar ever since Naboo. He'd occasionally show up. A sighting of he and his ship here or there. Perhaps a few sightings of Zlova Rue as well. Wherever Talohn was, Zlova wasn't far behind. Vice Versa as well.
Currently, Talohn's
ship had just come into dock at the spaceport. Not long after landing, the boarding ramp slowly opens and a singular red glowing eye can be seen at the top of the ramp, its bearer hidden by shadow. Metal footsteps are audible as none other than
Madlad comes down the ramp. That glowing red eye scans the surroundings. Following but a moment after is the Cathar himself. Grayish blue fur, black stripes and orange-colored eyes. All the distinguishing marks of Talohn Atar. Though it seems he's gone through a bit of a style change. Where he'd typically be found in full Mandalorian armor, he now dressed in a less armored outfit. He wore a simple long sleeve armorweave shirt with his mandalorian chestplate over it and a simple brown scarf about his neck. His right hand was adorned with a simple leather glove that had beskar bracers which went halfway up his forearm. The glove itself had a beskar plate on the back of the hand with some sort of catharese insignia carved into it. His left hand was covered by something much more familiar. A fully plated beskar gauntlet equipped with the crushgaunt that was naturally installed into the gauntlet. It also had a slot for a wrist weapon like missiles or whistling birds, but he had decided to forego that on this occasion. He also wore a leather longcoat that went down to his ankles and a brimmed leather hat atop his head. Typical mercenary or smuggler fashion, really. His pants, much like his shirt, were armorweave, though not skintight like leather. More baggy like a pair of cargo pants. His knees were covered by beskar kneepads, which had slots for gadgets as well, though he'd decided not to bring any this time as previously stated. His boots went up to below his knee and were beskar plated from the looks of it, equipped with flight jets on the bottom of the heel. Never without his precious favorite, the
I'zêorra stjolkk was in a leather holster attached to his right thigh.
After making it down the ramp, he leans on one of the landing feet of his ship, waiting for his partner in crime to emerge so that they can make their way up to the palace. He looks at the collection of scrolls stowed in his coat. His brother would definitely want to see what he had found.
Zlova Rue
Darth Metus
Srina Talon
Darth Elyria
Korvis Laerann
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Yeshua
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Finnea Virlee
| Tre'von Vile |
Abel Denko
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Binary
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Rann Thress
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Dreidi Xeraic
Diana Sophistica
met the rest of the Confederate Fleet and transitioned to a new and unfamiliar territory of known space. Barely-known Space, that was. It had been uncharted territory on all accounts, but through so much hard work, blood, sweat and tears...And no small amount of training under her Masters' tutelage, they had made something of it.
Asaraa Vaashe
& Caedyn Arenais via distanced communications or written transmissions, but otherwise, she hadn't made any new friends since the loss of her old ones back home, and she made no strides in attempting to engage with those her own age. Not until Diana had finally had enough and forced her to go out on the eve of remembrance. 
