Editing Firefly Prime: Cat Salazar (section)

==War Flashbacks==
[[File:Cat'sWarTransport.png|600px|right|framed|The transport Cat flew in the War, ''LSG-714'' aka "Drag Queen"]]
These are from prior games, but I still consider them canon to Cat's war experiences.
===Toxic Cargo===
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===
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===
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.

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