Firefly Prime: Cat Salazar
Cat Salazar[edit]
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Anything worth doing is worth doing fast[edit]
Roles 
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PILOTING AND NAVIGATION: 
- Chases
- Space transports
MECHANICS AND ENGINEERING: 
- Performance tuning
CROWD CONTROL AND TACTICAL RESPONSE: 
DIPLOMACY AND COMMAND:
- Seeking attention
ENVIRONMENTAL THREATS:
- Dodging danger
NETWORKS AND SYSTEMS:
TRAUMA AND MEDICINE: 
Attributes [edit]
| Attribute | Rank | Attribute | Rank |
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| Impulsive |
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Deliberate |
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| Sketchy |
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Honest |
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| Savage |
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Cool |
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| Hard |
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Kind |
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Distinctions 
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Free Behind the Wheel - Race car, space transport, motorcycle, whatever... she's her best self when you're at the controls of whatever it is. Or tinkering with it, kinda.
Hinder: Sometimes your distinction works against you. Gain 1 plot point when you roll a 
instead of a
Regretful Purplebelly - There's still a lot of Browncoats out in the black who insist that they may have been on the losing side, but they weren't on the wrong side. What she saw and did in the war keeps coming back to her, and she's starting to think they're right. Not that she could say any of this before all the dirty laundry came out. But now, hoo boy...
- Hinder: Sometimes your distinction works against you. Gain 1 plot point when you roll a instead of a
Finely Aged Poster Girl - She's more mature now than when she was on Alliance recruiting posters, but she's still got the looks and the fashion and is still eager to flaunt both.
- Hinder: Sometimes your distinction works against you. Gain 1 plot point when you roll a instead of a
Relationships 
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- Gideon Winters
- John Hazard
- Doc Leyes
- Minerva Nelson
- Very Sharpe
Current Relationship Points: 
Teamwork SFX: Once per scene, step up or double a relationship die when helping another character. Spend 1 PP to do both.
Signature Assets[edit]
Pit Drones - She didn't have the time to sell them off properly, which turned out lucky because she's pulling double berths as pilot and mechanic.
Background/Bio[edit]
Before the Unification War, Cat Salazar was an up-and-comer on the hover-racing circuit, winning minor stakes from Bellerophon to Beaumonde, getting ready to move up to the big time. From a flush, respectable family on Santo, she of course signed up to be a pilot when the war broke out, even did a few recruiting ads with a whole crew of poster girls. Through most of the war, she drove a light transport, often dropping troops or cargo in under fire.
War didn't agree with Cat - just dragging soldiers around to die is the opposite of the flash and glory she'd first hoped for. But if that was all, she'd probably have just have gone back to her old life after the war. But there are darker memories, of having to sit in the pilot seat while Browncoat prisoners were tossed right out the side of her transport, of carting strange men with blue gloves around, of just... seeing everything go wrong.
Cat still thinks the Alliance cause was the right one in the War, that it was better to be unified than to go back to the old ways of always-squabbling nations of Earth-That-Was, but she doesn't think the Alliance itself was worthy of that cause. Her opinion crystallized when she was trying to drown her misgivings at a high-class watering hole on Greenleaf during the reunification celebrations (at least, the Alliance-friendly part of the planet was celebrating). That's when she met a former browncoat who had intended to try and provoke her into a duel she would surely have lost, but she found herself dejectedly agreeing with many of his barbs, rather than lashing out. The quick turn in his attitude led to an unexpected friendship that has lasted to this day.
After a long trip around the 'verse to find herself again, Cat tried to climb the circuits as she had before, but her refusal to appear in continuing propaganda for the Alliance government - or even speak in support of it - has seen her slowly blacklisted from the most prestigious races in the core. At least in the lesser leagues, her aging SJ-7 needed less upgrading to keep up, but the purses were much smaller, too. Increasingly unable to support her preferred lifestyle, she eventually retired from racing altogether, had a ghostwriter pen a decently-selling memoir (with the war left extremely vague), and tried to settle into a new chapter of life by buying a stake in a track on Greenleaf and trying to build up a racing team to manage.
Then, of course, everything went to shit again.
War Flashbacks[edit]
These are from prior games, but I still consider them canon to Cat's war experiences.
Toxic Cargo[edit]
Location: Planet Greenleaf, Siege of Ta Çon
Alliance Transport LSG 714 Drag Queen
No human eye could track the supersonic shell launched from the jungle below, and the Drag Queen's sensors only gave her a split second of extra warning. Which, of course, was all she needed, giving her plenty of time to push the ship starboard out of its way.
The flak shell bursts only a couple dozen meters to the Drag Queen's port, knocking it even farther, but not breaching the hull.
"Code Orange! Code Orange!" Crew Chief Yeoh's voice crackles over the intercom, accompanied by an awful, clanging racket.
"Code Orange? What the hell got knocked loose in the hold!?" Cat demands as she wrenches the boat back into stable flight.
"Defoliant," her Crew Chief growls back. Her voice is raspy and strained as she continues, "Just dump it! Dump it all over those hē chù sheng zá jiāo de zāng huò· below us!"
"...but Code Orange..." Cat starts, before getting a "DO IT!" screamed in her ear.
The belly of the Drag Queen opens up, dropping its toxic cargo on the Browncoats in the jungle below, while Nerissa Yeoh hung on to the safety ropes for dear life. It would be a long time before she'd be ready to join the propaganda shoots again, and she'd never walk a runway.
- ·filthy fornicators of livestock
Hollow Victory[edit]
Location: Planet Greenleaf, 5m above the Nghệ Tây River delta
Alliance Transport LSG 714 "Drag Queen",
"Ta Çon control, where the hell is our fighter cover!?" Cat growls into the comm as her transport skirts the yellow-silted floodwaters at breakneck speed, kicking up a speedboat-like wake from its drag vortex alone. A stand of trees jutting into a bend in the river explodes seemingly right next to the cockpit window, under fire from the Separatist corvette trailing behind. "Interceptors enroute, LSG 714," the flight controller promises, for the third time. "fèi wù·," she mutters as she banks sharply to skirt another jag in the treeline, keeping up the highwire balancing act between using the canopy for cover and doing the corvette's work for it. A quick glance down at her nav display shows that she's almost done - in a few seconds the swampy delta will give way to open bay and there'd be no cover left.
Just as her instruments promised, the surrounding trees give way - replaced briefly by an entirely different navigational hazard. Cat doesn't even have the time to finish thinking 'Fishing boats? Even in the middle of war?' before an explosion bucks the Drag Queen forward, lifting its aft and almost nosing it into the bay; but a quick glance at the system panel shows everything green - and the constant whine of the sensor lock warning has disappeared.
"Pēng·· one, Drag Queen. You're welcome," declares the interceptor pilot smugly over the comm as her ship zooms past, then breaks off to seek prey elsewhere.
Cat breathes a sigh of relief and then slews her own ship around to take a look at the aftermath, wondering if the bay is shallow enough that some of the corvette will still be sticking out. But her elation quickly dies to numbness as she sees only debris where the flock of fishing boats had been...
- ·useless
- ··splash
No Good Deed[edit]
Location: Planet Greenleaf, Ta Çon Forward Airbase
Alliance Transport LSC 714 "Drag Queen"
With the outbreak of peace, the sense of constant, frantic urgency that had driven the heartbeat of the supply train evaporated.
But Cat still couldn't sleep.
There had been murmurs among the transport pilots. Prisoner transfer runs, but only taking one or two at a time, and they weren't allowed to check on their 'passengers' on arrival to the new facility. Some thought that maybe one of the higher-ups was trying to kill as many Browncoat prisoners as possible, as off-the-books as possible, out of spite. Others thought maybe they were getting shaken down by Intelligence for where the supply caches, leadership bunkers, and anything else that die-hard dissidents might find useful to continuing a guerilla war.
Either way, more than a few weren't comfortable that their ships might be used for executions. Cat included.
And then she got one of the prison transfer assignments. She'd snuck an extra zipline parachute aboard, and hid it under the chair the prisoner was tied down to. Sure enough, just before getting out over water, she saw the parachute opening on her rear sensors.
Command wasn't happy, but officially reprimanding her for it would require making a lot of embarrassing details part of the record. So that was when she mustered out.
