Atrel Katah

Atrel Katah

Title: Doctor
Race: Arkanian
Sex: Female
Occupation: Unknown
Profession: Doctor
Homeworld: Arkania
Organization: Unaffiliated
Ship: Higher Purpose

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Logs

• Log:Clan Kora: Rathe back to school
• Log:Convergence: Whither Will We Go - Part 1
• Log:Pre-Convergence
• Log:Follow the Science
• Log:When Game Hunts You
• Log:Family Lab
• Log:The Irregulars - Live Warm or Die Frozen
• Log:The Irregulars - I Hate This Planet and Want to go Home
• Log:The Irregulars - The Inferno II: Infernoer
• Log:Muffin
• Log:Resistance: Spice Mines Of Kessel

Current Events

Name	Quote
Rial Het	"Biological Trashfire I am required to work with."
Celes Krill	"The only tolerable humanoid outside of Arkania."
D4-K4	"It may be a droid but it acts like any of the meatheads on this ship. Winking from a droid..really. Is nothing in this galaxy sacred?"
Rip Recker	"The 'rod' is still there as you so eloquently put it....sweetheart. *eyetwitch*"
Renek Crowe	"Good to know you can keep your hygiene in acceptable order. Still don't touch me."

Pose on Tatooine when Atrel and Celes first recruited D4-K4

D4-K4's facsimile of a head pops up ever so slightly. "False personality, rude." it looks between the ladies, "I want it noted, I will not be property. I have been free ever since my emancipation was recognized. Inability for crew members to recognize this freedom will be met with the appropriate, and possibly extremely entertaining, counter-point to their willful ignorance." the droid leans in towards Atrel, "If only you had been an S-K Science-Aid, with that personality..." the droid makes a cat growl sound. "But alas, your parts are squishy tissue and your bones maleable calcium compounds. Star crossed, we are." the droid dares to try to gently cup the Arkanian's chin, "We'll always have a dirty sand filled street filled with animal dung, smelly robe wearing mini-sentients, and a curious mingling of various species urine smells."