It had been three months since Kat and Celeste crashed on Rattatak, and a whole hell of a lot had changed. Fighting is starting to spark all over the planet, the uncertain position of the Cauldron and the power-hungry Warlords on the eastern continent causing severe unrest. The warlords sat plotting in the Cauldron's contemporary, Barterus. It wasn't outright anarchy, but the collapse of whatever meager recognized authority had extinguished what veneer of peace clung to the people of the planet.
Kat was not a woman to stress. She was not a woman to freak out or break down. Still, she sat down in her private room in the Cauldron with her elbows on her legs and her head in her hands. She wasn't a stranger to killing and death, but this was becoming too much even for her. She had never expected to be in this position, but she couldn't abandon it now that she was. The Rattataki kept looking to her as a leader, they kept accepting her ideas, and she owed it to them to try.
The tribes were gathering in the Cauldron's arena, or at least the fighting men and women they could spare. Kat had known this was coming months ago and made preparations for it, but it didn't seem real now that it was here. Ships were rare on Rattatak; the planet didn't have a significant enough source to fuel them, which on top of the constant strife, was a problem never fixed. It was a problem that fed into itself. The access to ships for transport was the most significant advantage Kat had in this fight. They had secured many ships, scavenged from dead mercenaries or otherwise. They could get them into the fight, but then it came down to if they could win it.
Kat was wearing some hastily refitted armor scavenged from the Cauldron's armory; it was one thing to go into a fight in your shorts and top because you had been kidnapped, and another to go into war without appropriate protection. On the ground lay a Beam tube and its accompanying power pack. It was a weapon she was practicing with, but she was unlikely ever to be a crack shot with anything blaster-related. She was more comfortable with her fists.
She took a deep breath and looked over at Celeste. It was only the two of them in this room, but that would change quickly since they needed to address the 'army.' Stetti or someone else would be coming to get them soon. "Celeste..." She started, an uncharacteristic note of anxiety in her voice. "Are you sure this is the right thing to do?" She asked. Celeste had been by her side since the start, and it was probably only thanks to her encouragement that they had even reached this point. Kat wanted to be here as much as the other woman, but Celeste would always set her back on the path if she ever started to flag in her conviction.
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Kat was not a woman to stress. She was not a woman to freak out or break down. Still, she sat down in her private room in the Cauldron with her elbows on her legs and her head in her hands. She wasn't a stranger to killing and death, but this was becoming too much even for her. She had never expected to be in this position, but she couldn't abandon it now that she was. The Rattataki kept looking to her as a leader, they kept accepting her ideas, and she owed it to them to try.
The tribes were gathering in the Cauldron's arena, or at least the fighting men and women they could spare. Kat had known this was coming months ago and made preparations for it, but it didn't seem real now that it was here. Ships were rare on Rattatak; the planet didn't have a significant enough source to fuel them, which on top of the constant strife, was a problem never fixed. It was a problem that fed into itself. The access to ships for transport was the most significant advantage Kat had in this fight. They had secured many ships, scavenged from dead mercenaries or otherwise. They could get them into the fight, but then it came down to if they could win it.
Kat was wearing some hastily refitted armor scavenged from the Cauldron's armory; it was one thing to go into a fight in your shorts and top because you had been kidnapped, and another to go into war without appropriate protection. On the ground lay a Beam tube and its accompanying power pack. It was a weapon she was practicing with, but she was unlikely ever to be a crack shot with anything blaster-related. She was more comfortable with her fists.
She took a deep breath and looked over at Celeste. It was only the two of them in this room, but that would change quickly since they needed to address the 'army.' Stetti or someone else would be coming to get them soon. "Celeste..." She started, an uncharacteristic note of anxiety in her voice. "Are you sure this is the right thing to do?" She asked. Celeste had been by her side since the start, and it was probably only thanks to her encouragement that they had even reached this point. Kat wanted to be here as much as the other woman, but Celeste would always set her back on the path if she ever started to flag in her conviction.
@LadyRen