Nathan Bloodscrawl
House Bloodscrawl Patriarch
Wearing: Bloodscrawl Jedi Armor
Armed With: Nathan's Lightsaber
With: BWE Clone Force Commanders (4)
Phase 2 Clone Offense Trooper (20)
Deploying from: BWE Corporate Heavy Cruiser
Raiding: Interdictor Class Cruiser
Nathan Bloodscrawl, low rated Jedi Padawan by day, House Bloodscrawl Patriarch by night.
He was one of the richest men in the galaxy, with a very particular set of skills.
(Random cutaway of Liam Neeson brutalizing various criminals)
House Bloodscrawl was spread through Alliance Space, constantly hunting out Sith malignancy.
His spies had uncovered something particularly nefarious. An old school interdictor had been operating on the edge of Alliance Space, kidnapping Jedi who answered the false distress signals it transmitted and then fleeing to another section at the edge of the faction 's space. Nathan had come to put a stop to it.
He had decided to strike on a newly cleared hyperspace lane to wait for another kidnapping attempt. He was in a corporate heavy cruiser from his company...and had a selected strike team ready.
Including one
Mila Io
. Laertia Io had done a horrible number on her, once. Had her reprogrammed...
He had looked up the files on
Mi'la Undari
. Next level Brainwashing was what they had subjected her to, with the end result being a completely different person.
He had vowed to find some way to restore those memories. If there was one good thing he did as the Patriarch of his House, it would be that.
Soon enough, he received a distress call...
He gave the order to jump to the source of the signal immediately, guns primed...
And saw an interdictor on fire, drifting listless in space.
Nathan, present on the bridge gave the order to scan the vessel , spotting the name Wolf Cryer on the side of its hull in dark letters.
"Multiple life signs sir, deep within the engineering section and what looks like the detention block." The sensor officer announced.
Nathan was silent a moment, contemplating his choices.
What irony he should be here on the one time that the ship is question should actually be in distress...
"Take us in closer..." Nathan ordered.
The Cruiser crept closer, guns trained on it, ready to blow everything out of the metaphorical water.
Without another word, he departed the bridge, heading for the hangar. They were going to board it...
Here he was, just trying to get a grip of recent events...yet still operating. Still fighting.
And with a newly born son with his wife... Laertia's half brother...
He had more reasons to fight, to come home alive everyday, for his home was wherever his new family waited.
He entered the hangar in his strange, horned black armor, already a familiar sight to the Fett Clones at his command.
"Where's Mila?" He grunted to the red armored Force Commanders.
"On her way, sir." The Force Commander, A Fett Clone bred for Force Sensitivity and command of the Light Side answered.
"Good. We depart in five minutes..." Nathan said, waiting for the last minute addition to the team. He had added her to study the extent of how she had been altered. But more importantly, he was looking for triggers to jog her memory...
Armed With: Nathan's Lightsaber
With: BWE Clone Force Commanders (4)
Phase 2 Clone Offense Trooper (20)
Deploying from: BWE Corporate Heavy Cruiser
Raiding: Interdictor Class Cruiser
Nathan Bloodscrawl, low rated Jedi Padawan by day, House Bloodscrawl Patriarch by night.
He was one of the richest men in the galaxy, with a very particular set of skills.
(Random cutaway of Liam Neeson brutalizing various criminals)
House Bloodscrawl was spread through Alliance Space, constantly hunting out Sith malignancy.
His spies had uncovered something particularly nefarious. An old school interdictor had been operating on the edge of Alliance Space, kidnapping Jedi who answered the false distress signals it transmitted and then fleeing to another section at the edge of the faction 's space. Nathan had come to put a stop to it.
He had decided to strike on a newly cleared hyperspace lane to wait for another kidnapping attempt. He was in a corporate heavy cruiser from his company...and had a selected strike team ready.
Including one
Mila Io
. Laertia Io had done a horrible number on her, once. Had her reprogrammed...He had looked up the files on
Mi'la Undari
. Next level Brainwashing was what they had subjected her to, with the end result being a completely different person.He had vowed to find some way to restore those memories. If there was one good thing he did as the Patriarch of his House, it would be that.
Soon enough, he received a distress call...
He gave the order to jump to the source of the signal immediately, guns primed...
And saw an interdictor on fire, drifting listless in space.
Nathan, present on the bridge gave the order to scan the vessel , spotting the name Wolf Cryer on the side of its hull in dark letters.
"Multiple life signs sir, deep within the engineering section and what looks like the detention block." The sensor officer announced.
Nathan was silent a moment, contemplating his choices.
What irony he should be here on the one time that the ship is question should actually be in distress...
"Take us in closer..." Nathan ordered.
The Cruiser crept closer, guns trained on it, ready to blow everything out of the metaphorical water.
Without another word, he departed the bridge, heading for the hangar. They were going to board it...
Here he was, just trying to get a grip of recent events...yet still operating. Still fighting.
And with a newly born son with his wife... Laertia's half brother...
He had more reasons to fight, to come home alive everyday, for his home was wherever his new family waited.
He entered the hangar in his strange, horned black armor, already a familiar sight to the Fett Clones at his command.
"Where's Mila?" He grunted to the red armored Force Commanders.
"On her way, sir." The Force Commander, A Fett Clone bred for Force Sensitivity and command of the Light Side answered.
"Good. We depart in five minutes..." Nathan said, waiting for the last minute addition to the team. He had added her to study the extent of how she had been altered. But more importantly, he was looking for triggers to jog her memory...