THE CATHARESE KNOT
The trio of Imperial peacekeepers laughed as they seemed to wave off the slightly shorter man in civilian clothing, but the latter seemed to have none of it and stepped a little closer. "I'm telling you I've seen it with my own eyes," his eyes lit up as he regained the interest of the peacekeepers. "The flexibility allowed them both to bend in a way that," he paused as if he was mesmerized by the memory of watching the scene unfold that he was trying to translate into words, "I can only imagine what it would be like to have such a-" he was rudely interrupted by one of them; "Wouldn't catch me dead with a Cathar," the man was painfully human and humancentric, which wasn't altogether uncommon in the Empire of Davik Emer-Drast. Dismas, however, merely smiled, "Won't know what pleasure is, then, either."
The Catharese loveknot was almost like this mystical thing for these human brutes, but Dismas had seen it performed. A few years ago he had the good fortune to walk into an establishment of class that had these beautiful Cathar. The moves, the panting, the furball.. it was a thing of beauty.
Because he had often bragged to other members of the Blackout Fleet of having been "close" to Cathar cultural practices, the Fleet Commander had ordered him to accompany one of the ISB assets into town. Apparently there was a rumor that a group of former Jedi-lovers on Bastion was keen on taking out the Imperial respresentative that now provided 'law and security' through oversight on the planet. Something to do with the many Imperial Czerka workdrones and indentured gathering on Bastion to be shipped to the surrounding systems to crew the new Imperial Czerka mining facilities.
All Dismas knew was to meet his contact here. He would recognize them without much trouble, or so the commander had grinned at him, so he had just been chatting up these peacekeepers while he waited.
@Remileah
The trio of Imperial peacekeepers laughed as they seemed to wave off the slightly shorter man in civilian clothing, but the latter seemed to have none of it and stepped a little closer. "I'm telling you I've seen it with my own eyes," his eyes lit up as he regained the interest of the peacekeepers. "The flexibility allowed them both to bend in a way that," he paused as if he was mesmerized by the memory of watching the scene unfold that he was trying to translate into words, "I can only imagine what it would be like to have such a-" he was rudely interrupted by one of them; "Wouldn't catch me dead with a Cathar," the man was painfully human and humancentric, which wasn't altogether uncommon in the Empire of Davik Emer-Drast. Dismas, however, merely smiled, "Won't know what pleasure is, then, either."
The Catharese loveknot was almost like this mystical thing for these human brutes, but Dismas had seen it performed. A few years ago he had the good fortune to walk into an establishment of class that had these beautiful Cathar. The moves, the panting, the furball.. it was a thing of beauty.
Because he had often bragged to other members of the Blackout Fleet of having been "close" to Cathar cultural practices, the Fleet Commander had ordered him to accompany one of the ISB assets into town. Apparently there was a rumor that a group of former Jedi-lovers on Bastion was keen on taking out the Imperial respresentative that now provided 'law and security' through oversight on the planet. Something to do with the many Imperial Czerka workdrones and indentured gathering on Bastion to be shipped to the surrounding systems to crew the new Imperial Czerka mining facilities.
All Dismas knew was to meet his contact here. He would recognize them without much trouble, or so the commander had grinned at him, so he had just been chatting up these peacekeepers while he waited.
@Remileah