Malachi's Roster

Katrin Leos, Cathar, Female, Young Adult

Katrin is usually seen accompanying Malachi as he goes about his daily business. She stands a little under two metres tall and weighs a mere 79 kilograms. Her hair is a dirty blonde verging on brown but she otherwise has minimal fur. Her feline features are softer than many of her species although her ears do have a habit of poking up through her hair. Basic nursing and piloting skills could have enabled Katrin to get a job and establish a 'life of her own' but she has instead decided to stay with Malachi.

This is her story.


Waking from a deep sleep, Katrin sat bolt upright in bed. It had been that dream again. It always started the same, a flashback to her earliest memories.

It was dark. No more than twelve years old, Katrin felt even younger. Young and scared. She lay huddled in the corner of a cargo bay. A good dozen younglings of various races and ages were scattered about in the blackness. An occasional sob or whimper could be heard but little else. Ripped from their homes and families, these younglings knew they were destined to become slaves but that's all they knew. Sleep had nearly overtaken Katrin when the lights suddenly switched on. Sitting up and rubbing their eyes, the terrified youngsters watched the big man with horns walk into the middle of the cargo bay. He was flanked by two smaller men holding whips.

"Wakey wakey," the big man said in a singsong voice. "We'll be landing in a few minutes and I want all of my merchandise to look wide awake and energetic for the customers. Now everyone get up, dust yourselves off and make yourselves presentable. Now! Move!" The big man screamed the last two words and many of the children cringed. Several of the youngest began to cry. Katrin did neither. As anger filled her, she unconsciously flexed her claws. The big man noticed. "Ahhh. The big bad kitten wants to play." A whip snaked out of nowhere to slice across Katrin's back. Katrin took a deep breath, closed her eyes and retracted her claws. Can't win. Wait. Submit. Fight later.

"That's right kitten. You just remember who your master is." Turning to address the young slaves, the big man raised his voice. "Remember, the lot of you, that you are MY property. Some of you will soon be the property of someone else. You. Are. Property. You live to serve and the better you serve, the longer you live. Now get ready. The auction begins right after we land." And with that, he simply walked away.

At this point, the dream often changed. Sometimes Katrin would see the crowds gathering to gawk and to bid. Sometimes she would see the blonde man staring at the big man with pure hate in his eyes. Most of the time, the dream would skip up to the point of rescue. Somehow, the blond man had gotten on board the ship and was fighting the smaller whip holding men. Fighting only with a big stick, the blonde man had knocked out one of his opponents and disarmed the other. Katrin saw the big man come into the room behind the combatants and raise a blaster. Now. The thought came unbidden. The claws came out and the rage flowed free.

The next thing Katrin knew, the big man was lying on his back, a huge gash bleeding on his cheek. She was sitting on the big man's chest, her hand raised to strike but she couldn't. The blonde man was holding her wrist, restraining her. "We don't kill if we can help it. We've won. It's time to leave." He spoke calmly and quietly yet the command in his voice could not be mistaken.

Here she woke, knowing that she was safe but feeling that the big man with the now scarred face was still looking for "his property".


OOC: Katrin is a custom NPC meant to add a little flavor to the world through conversation with any players who stumble across her and to serve as a roleplaying aid/opportunity.