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Kuat System
Sector	Kuat Sector
Galactic coordinates	70,53
Planets	6
Moon	None
Asteroid Fields	None
Space Stations	57
Population	Approx. 23 billion
Controlled By	Galactic Empire

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The Kuat System is the Capital system of the seven systems that make up the Kuat Sector.

Located near the great Galactic crossroad of the Coruscant system, it is one of the most frequented systems in the galaxy and home to over thirty billion people, as well as Kuat Drive Yards; owners of the numerous shipyards that produce a vast numbers of ships ranging from small fighters to the colossal Star Destroyers.

Kuat’s only sun maintains the circular orbit of the planets within the system, most of which are outside the habitable zone and therefore have extremely hot or cold climates, the exception being the planet Kuat, whose proximity to its star gives it a moderately temperate climate.

The system is also home to a number of platforms and luxury space colonies whose primary functions are the accommodation and entertainment of tourists. Despite the fact that Kuat is mostly focused on industry, the result being the creation of thousands of large corporations and a never-ending production of ships, the system has a lot to offer to visiting nature-loving explorers determined to discover unspoiled locations and beautiful landscapes which still hold a decent percentage of the surface of the planets below.

A Treasonist Opportunist

Kuat Drive Yards

It's no secret that the Kuat Drive Yards is one of the most important industrial complexes in the entirety of the galaxy, so it stands to reason that countless galactic citizens have tried to get their hands on a piece of the pie, hoping to reap the endless rewards and riches. However, one Imperial agent sought to protect that in the face of cunning adversity and at great danger to herself. This is the story of Eisley Leandar.

Named after her birthplace, Mos Eisley, Leander grew up impoverished, struggling to survive along with her parents , who were part of a nomadic tribe that wandered the wastes of Tatooine. They survived by scaring up what little nourishment they could and often risking barter and trade with bandits, pirates, outcasts and even Tuscan Raiders for basic needs. When she was only ten years old, her parents succumbed to a fast spreading disease and was soon left to her own devices. Over the next few years she had to look after herself: stealing, scraping, and sometimes even killing in order to survive, but she would eventually find her calling on a planet far from the dusty desert she had been born. Fed up with the constant struggle of barely hanging onto life and the never-ending risk of death around every corner she sought out escape. In a dusty bar on a cold, windy evening, she overheard there was an unregistered transport shuttle that was enroute to Coruscant. A Trandoshan pirate, who she regularly worked for stealing components from nearby junker shops, described a gleaming, planet wide city, full of soaring skyscrapers and endless opportunities for those hungry enough to find them. Hungry enough she was and through various deals she was able to sneak aboard the shuttle, one step closer to her destiny.

Over the next ten years of her life on Coruscant she ran with local gang members, thieves, murders, and gamblers, eventually landing herself in an Imperial correctional facility. Yet, her streetwise abilities, tactile negotiation skills, and the fact that she spoke nearly eight different dialects and languages caught the attention of local ISB agents, who released her on the condition she work for them. Quickly rising through the ranks and impressing even the most suspicious, resistant superiors, she would eventually come to be a senior agent within the Imperial Security Bureau, which would bring her face to face with the most important event of her life involving the Kuat Drive Yards and an Imperial Logistical Officer named, Commander Harken.

ISB Agent Eisley Leandar

It was the year 18 of the galactic timeline, when Kuat Drive Yards was in the middle of a major overhaul of their facilities, updating systems and modules with the latest processing units and amenities. Investors from all over the galaxy wanted to be the first to offer up lucrative rates, contractors from every corner of Imperial space went into bidding wars, and the Galactic Empire was busy enforcing new policies that would put tighter limitations on where materials and workers were sourced. It was controlled chaos, which was the perfect time for opportunists to slip in under the radar, hoping to score big. Agent Eisley was tasked with overseeing the internal security of the facility, ensuring that Imperial Officers followed protocol and correctly implemented the new restrictions. It was no easy task. The sheer size of the project that was being undertook meant security concerns were everywhere and she had to double the size of her team in order to keep up with the demands.

It was early morning and Agent Eisley was always one of the first to rise aboard the station. She knew this, because she made personal routine inspections of each section of the facility every week and mentally notated who was where and what business they were engaged in. Only a few others shared the corridors with her in the wee hours of the day: Commander Harken, the stations logistical operations officer, his assistant Lieutenant Price and a few maintenance crewmen who were responsible for routine checks on the facilities anti-fire systems. Agent EIsley would always stop for a quick check in with Commander Harken every morning. She enjoyed her chats with the Commander. He was intelligent, knowledgable and highly informed about everything coming in and out of the facility. He'd become a confidant of sorts and was never unaccounted for, until this particular morning.

She found his assistant, Lieutenant Price in his normal spot, reviewing the days projected incoming and outgoing shipments. "I haven't seen the Commander since the end of shift yesterday, sir," the Lieutenant mentioned. Agent Eisley furrowed her brow, "Anything seem out of the ordinary? The Commander has never failed to attend to his routine duties." The Lieutenant thought for a second before responding, "He did mention something yesterday about a special dignitary, but that wasn't supposed to be for another week." Agent Eisley shifted uncomfortably, "I know nothing of a new dignitary. Our last scheduled to arrive was from the Trade Federation, a minister Zuel if I recall and he's been onboard four days now." The Lieutenant scanned through his datapad only to come up with nothing, "Huh. I could have sworn it was on the schedule just yesterdsay and now it appears to be missing." Agent Eisley turned quickly, "Comm me if you hear from him, Lieutenant." She didn't even await his response as she made her way back to her office. Scanning through the internal database, she knew any trace of data could never be completely wiped from the system as backups were made every few seconds for security purposes. If what the Lieutenant said was true, there would still be a trace of the file.

ISB Security Team

Only moments later, there it was, staring her right in the face. Creedon Flair from the Corellian Engineering Corporation, Hanger Bay 11-14A. She knew something was out of line. No unauthorized personnel, without ISB notification, was allowed into the station. Commander Harken, seasoned as he was, would know these procedures well, which were in place even before the new restrictions came to pass. Leandar suited up, not taking any chances and commed over to her security detail to meet her at the hanger bay. She approached the door and inserted her code cylinder into the access panel. The doors opened with a swoosh and she almost shot the stately looking man standing right in the doorway, who startled her and her team. "Agent Eisley, I'm Creedon Flair. I was expecting you. Please, forgive the secrecy. Let us sit and chat," said the man with elegant features as he motioned over to a small table conveniently setup off to the side complete with tea and biscuits. Leandar didn't like it. It felt like a trap. She nodded to her team who spread out and began to inspect a lonely shuttle and its attending crew.

"I'm going to need immediate answers as to your business aboard this facility and why I wasn't notified of your arrival. Where's Commander Harken?" Agent Eisley barked. "Down to business. I'd expect no less from such a decorated agent of the ISB. In truth, I've been commissioned personally by the Emperor himself to oversee the construction of a new shipyard arm. Our engineers have developed a revolutionary arm capable of building chassis' for Star Destroyers in only two weeks time. The Emperor couldn't pass on an opportunity to expedite future ships into his armada," replied the smug looking Corellian. Eisley shook her head, "Even the Emperor commands protocol to be followed. I would have been notified." The Corellian's face took on a pained look, but Eisley saw through it, "It's never easy to be kept out of the loop," cooed Creedon. Just as he inhaled to continue his little charade of a speech, blaster fire broke out from inside the shuttle. Agent Leander reacted quickly, rolling to the right, a laser from Creedon's hidden blaster just barely missing her head. She dropped him like a hot pile of Bantha fodder.

Her team emerged from the shuttle, one security agent wounded. "Commander Harken is aboard the shuttle, sir," announced one of the security detail. "Well, bring him here," ordered Eisley. "He's dead, sir. We found him stuffed into the cargo hold, throat slit," reported the security officer. Agent Eisley snarled, "I'll get to the bottom of this business." The next few days uncovered a highly detailed and complex plan involving the theft of extremely rare minerals, a valuable collection of artwork, and the codes to highly classified Imperial files on some of ISB's most senior agents. The trail led to the traitorous, Commander Harken, who apparently brokered the deal with Zann Consortium officials posing as Imperial Union representatives. "He was betrayed, just as he betrayed the Empire," Agent Eisley reported to her superiors only a week later when detailing the accounts. Her quick thinking earned her a commendation and a Medal of Honor to be presented by the Director of Imperial Intelligence herself Elaine Von Veritrax. Eventually Agent Eisley Leandar would be promoted and re-stationed in the heart of the Imperial Palace in order to oversee Imperial personnel dealing directly with the Emperor himself. A long ways to come from a starving street rat on the hot dunes of Mos Eisley.

Planets

Daver Kuat

Casocaan Crater

Daver Kuat is one of several telluric planets within the Kuat System. A notable feature of Daver Kuat is the gigantic Casocaan Crater, theorized by scientists to have been caused by a meteor smashing into the planet some twenty-thousand standard years ago. Its harsh climate has discouraged long-term settlement for quite some time, with large icecaps covering nearly a third of the planetary surface. The equator is much more temperate, but it still suffers harsh winters like the rest of the planet. Much of the surface that is not frozen over consists of boreal forests and rolling grasslands and tundra that lie closer to the poles. An area of frequent volcanic activity on Daver Kuat continually adds to the landmass of its supercontinent. Some scientists attribute the cold climate of Daver Kuat to be due in part to the massive amounts of ash spewed into the air by these volcanoes. The ash is so prevalent in the atmosphere that in some regions, the sun appears red in the summertime.

Dangerous Waters

Every planet has its mysteries or myths and Daver Kuat is no exception. Whereas many mysteries or myths are based on philosophical or fictional ideas, this particular legend is based partially in fact. Resting near the equator on higher elevation and shrouded in misty clouds, the Casocaan Crater holds an algae thick source of water in its center, which is replenished by the continual mist that falls from the surrounding low-lying clouds. The algae buildup in the water is still a mystery to many biologists that have been brave enough to study the surrounding area; brave due to the belief by locals that the waters inside the crater are cursed.

Two thousand years ago the Daver peoples, a small nomadic tribe of humans who roamed the surface of the planet primarily in search of edible plants and fauna, stumbled across the Casocaan crater during a hunt. Finding fresh water on a planet mostly covered in frozen tundra was always tricky, so when the tribe discovered the water within the crater, it was believed Cascan, their God of Life had blessed them with a rich bounty, so they named the crater l ake, Casocaan or Life of God in translation. The tribe sourced the water for drinking, dipping under the thick surface of algae to draw from the crystal clear water underneath. For years this water sustained the tribe, allowing them to flourish in a settlement they built only steps from the crater itself. Tribal Shamans eventually deemed the water sacred and strictly rationed the amount of water drawn from the crater. It was believed by those of the shamanic religious order of the Daver people that the algae purified the water, that it was the blood of the God, Cascan, which fell from his hands when he was building the universe.

For years the Daver peoples prospered, their nomadic ways falling out of necessity since the waters of the crater drew small mammals to its shores, providing food. A small temple was built next to Casocaan Crater to which other nearby tribes pilgrimaged hoping for blessings, cures for disease, or renewal of faith. All good things must come to and end.

The Blood Moon

The rise of the Blood Moon in the evening.

They call it the day the Blood Moon was born. Descendants of the Dever peoples will tell you that it was their histories most infamous moment, a warning that still stands the test of time. It took place during a Daver religious holiday called Ca, in which those of the settlement of Kron, named after its first leader and shaman, would hold a seven day fast to remind themselves of their nomadic days, wandering the arctic wastes, searching for nourishment. Each day, tribesmen and pilgrims would gather around the crater to pray for several hours followed by dancing and singing. On the seventh day, the entire community would drink directly from the craters waters. this holiday was performed every year, but on this particular day, everything changed. On the seventh day, after the all day events and prayers had concluded, the community gathered in a circle around the craters shores. In unison and in ritualistic fashion, they all bend down, cupping their hands and drink from the water, a representation of the life that was brought to them upon the discovery of the algae filled lake.

Goravas

Gortis

Kuat

Rasapan

Ristel

Stations

Kuat Yards Repair Hub

Port Authority and BoSS facilities