"You asleep Kat?"
Visions of fire had danced before his eyes, bright orange and crimson shapes shifting and changing, dancing with a reckless abandon that threatened to burn the galaxy around it. The flames had seemed so real, so vivid .....
"Not anymore." His voice was a deep purr, a baritone that rumbled like distant thunder. It had the ill effect of making him seem nastier and more aggressive then he was, but that usually didn't last once a person gave him a chance.
Katjur could feel the heat radiating off of his body, seeming to come in intense and painful waves. Desperately, he wanted to submerge himself in a pool of icy cold water. His species limited ability to sweat made heat painful, and often caused a less then appealing sight when they began to pant.
Sucking in one large gulp of air, raising his arms from the relaxed position they had been in before, he linked his fingers and then brought them down slowly, starting from his chest and pushing past the fur and clothing, eventually stopping just below his stomach.
"... er... We're back." Jaken Carter was a fairly simple man, trader who spent most of his time going from station to station, making a small profit dealing in commodities that were left off most shipping manifests.
Pushing himself up from the cargo bay floor on which he had been residing, Katjur looked down at the tiny man, holding his gaze for a moment. Kat found he enjoyed these moments of silence and respite, as they provided an opportunity to collect his thoughts. Once people started rapid firing quips and sayings ... he sometimes lost track of the dialogue.
Humans seemed especially prone to fast talking and acting, seeming almost impulsive when compared to many other races.
"Thank you, Jaken. I realize you did not need a guard for this trip, and yet your hired me still." Bowing his head slightly, it was as close to a handshake as Katjur got, a sign of respect and acknowledgement he shared rarely with those who employed him.
The credits he made would cover his room and board, and might just kept him fed, through the next month or so, while he continued to try and find work on the station.
As Katjur walked down the landing ramp, which slowly extended before him, he pondered on just why he was there. There was no real reason, or attachment, keeping him to the place, yet he had been calling it home for nearly half a year. Something kept him there, a feeling of disquiet that he couldn't push aside.
With purposeful stride, Katjur made his way to the bar, paying what greetings he got in the halls and elevators with a cool stare and grunt. Most knew the Trianii was simply deep in thoughts, and meant no disrespect from the gesture.
The bar had it's normal's, and a few others of note. The Iktotchi pilot, Mirraluka bartender, and Cathar mechanic all seemed to be exchanging words, and beers from the looks of it.
While Katjur had met quite a few of his kind, and many more of the feline like species that inhabited the galaxy, he found the Cathar a bit of an oddity. But then again, he found anyone who preferred to work with machines and metal a peculiarity.
Sliding up close to bar itself, Kat gave Oln a long stare, before he finally caught the man's attention. After months of patronage, the bartender knew the big cat had sweet tooth, and favored the Arkanian Sweet Milk that was becoming rarer by the days. as trade lines and networks became taxed, as the Sith Empire sought to regain control of it's former territories, Arkania included in that list.