Wearing:
Jedi Jumpsuit (Black)
Breath Mask/Goggles
Armed With:
Kyber Crystal Lightsaber (Blue)
Objective: BYOO
Nathan didn't actually care that the Jedi Order was here to help the Baran Do. He felt nothing for their current state, and wouldn't have blinked if they went fully extinct tomorrow. He didn't hate them. He was simply totally indifferent.
He had come to Dorin for reasons of his own. He was having dreams about the place. The Force was calling him there. So he had come to Dorin at great risk.
He walked the wilds of Dorin, a sliver of black against a storm-ridden sky.
He didn't
like having to obey the Force most days. It could even be argued that on some level, he actually
hated it. Admittedly, his hatred for the Cult of The Brain Demon
dwarfed whatever ire he held to the Force itself, but the ire was there.
If everything that transpires was according to the Force's will, what could he do
except blame it for his wife's fate?
Still, he obeyed, because he knew the pointlessness in trying to hold something so impersonal to
everything accountable. It neither knew who he was, nor would it have cared if it did. He had learned that a long time ago.
The planet was beautiful, but as usual, nothing stirred in him. The awe inspiring sights in the sky, the vibrant wildlife...nothing. He didn't connect to any of it.
As he walked however, he spotted a pillar of smoke in the distance, and went to investigate, realizing it was some sort of crashed freighter.
He got closer, pulling out a newly made
Lightsaber with a blue Kyber. It occurred to him it might be wise to travel with a more simply constructed lightsaber when in the company of other Jedi, just to avoid having to explain the advanced craftsmanship of his other main weapons. The one he carried was more appropriate to a Padawan, and he had always made sure to never let other Jedi get too close a look at his weapons in any case, often hiding them from view. He began cutting open the hull delicately and carefully and stopped as he spotted a beautiful
Golden Haired woman with beige skin in a simple set of white clothes, the cuts on her arms leaking telltale glowing green blood. But it would not have mattered even if she hadn't had any wounds: He knew that face, even while it was covered by a breath mask.
"
You..." he trailed in a tone of instinctive mistrust he reserved for nearly any Force Spawn he encountered, one of the few exceptions to this reaction being The
Sorceress of Ossus, and
that was only because she had saved his life during the fall of Castle Bloodscrawl (And even then it had only been enough to make him spare her during the next encounter they had when he was in his early twenties...though he had still ended up re-imprisoning her, not willing to trust freaks like that.).
He did not shut off his lightsaber, keeping the point of his blade directed towards her face at all times. She didn't move, appearing to be unconscious. He looked around spotted a younger man, also injured. Likely a disciple, like The Jedha Anchorites. He was wearing a breath mask also.
Nathan wanted to burn through her brain with his blade, rid the Galaxy of one more freak, but the code prevented him from taking the life of the defenseless. No matter how much he thought it would be a service to the Galaxy.
He instead shut his blade off, and carried both out, grumbling about his luck. The woman stirred, and his blade activated again.
"Uhhh..." the man in simple traveling clothes groaned as he stood up.
"Uh, last time I come to Dorin without better shielding..." the man muttered, then noticed Nathan.
"Master Jedi! You saved us! Thank you!"
"Not a master. And I wouldn't thank me just yet." Nathan muttered. "Why are you on Dorin with this..." he trailed, staring at the woman continued to stir from unconsciousness.
"...
thing?" he finished.
"I assure you, noble Knight--"
"Padawan." Nathan corrected.
"
Padawan..." the younger man replied pointedly. "We meant no harm. The woman next to me is a very accomplished master of the Force."
"She's an abomination." Nathan replied coldly. "You should get away from it. Associating with Force Spawn can only lead to your ruin."
"You speak as though from experience, noble warrior." said the rich, sultry voice of the Sorceress as she rose, blinking blue eyes.
"What were you doing here?" Nathan interrogated.
"My intentions were not ignoble. There is much the Kel Dor have to offer the Light Side. This world, as dangerous as it is, is also alive with it."
"Neither of which would benefit from your interference." he replied, keeping the saber pointed at her.
"Padawan, I didn't think rudeness and baseless suspicion would be condoned by your masters..." the younger man spoke crossly.
"Renald, he
did pull us out of the wreckage. Be patient." The Sorceress said, then she peered at him.
"Have we met before?" she asked. "You...
seem familiar."
"No." he lied.
"Well, I, for one, am very greatful for your sense of professionalism in rescuing us. I hope I can alleviate any inherent suspicion you might feel towards me."
"I wouldn't count on it." Nathan replied. "I'm gonna ask again: What. Are. You. Here.
For?"
"That's none of your business--" the younger man protested, face scrunching in displeasure.
"Oh, I disagree. You could be working for anyone. There's an apparent pro-imperial cell operating here. Wouldn't be the first time a Force Spawn lent their talents in an emergency scheme for funds."
"Then allow me to put that suspicion to rest." the Sorceress replied. "I came to make a pilgrimage to the mountain in the north."
"Why?" he inquired harshly.
"It's a place of ancient knowledge. I merely sought to commune with an ancient Jedi Master who lives in a shrine on the mountain, to seek a solution to a vision I've been having."
"I
really fethin' doubt the Kel Dor have given you leave to visit their sacred places." he replied in almost a sneer. "As for this vision...what of it?"
"It is a vision of a pair of Force Users, who have created an unnatural bond between them. Like a Dyad, but...
different.
"And what business is it of yours, this... Dyad?" he inquired, curious in spite of himself, and getting a chill in his spine.
"It is not a normal Dyad. It was created in a moment of desperation and lack of foresight." The Sorceress answered, peering closer at his harsh gaze.
Where do I know him from? she thought to herself.
"It poses a danger if it is allowed to grow stronger. To others. To life. A normal Dyad is where two people share the same presence in the Force."
"So what's so special about this Dyad?" Nathan asked.
"In this Dyad, two people share the same
Wound in the Force. I tentatively refer to it as a
Wound Dyad for this reason." The Sorceress explained patiently, trying not to agitate the already deeply mistrustful Padawan.
"Why don't you accompany us? The Master will verify my identity. We are old friends." she offered.
"Fine. I'll go with you. If the master vouches for you, I will cut you loose. If this is a trick, Force Spawn, then
mark my words...you will be brought in...brought
down... by
any means necessary."
The Sorceress nodded and proceeded to clasp her hands behind her back and head off to the mountain in the distance, her friend Renald trailing close by.
"If that is a Padawan, then I'm Tulak Hord!" he hissed under his breath as Nathan trailed behind them in stiff, almost mechanical fashion while walking...