[member="Lady Kay"]
Nate quietly knelt down on the ground and centered his thoughts. Finding himself on Kuat for no apparent reason. When he opened his eyes he looked out to a moderate sized body of water ahead of him. Which caused him to cock his head to the left. Then straighten himself up and stand. As he turned away from the water. Watching as the ship that had brought him here departed. Which meant until Nate made himself a new ally, or killed someone and acquired a ship for himself. He'd need to stick about this world. Learning to live among it's inhabitants.
Nate avoided the water. Unless it was deep enough he could walk through it. Even then he was hesitant about entering the water. However he made no expression to indicate he necessarily feared the water. Which in truth Nate didn't have hydrophobia as much as a fear to drown. Which is why Nate never bothered to learn how to swim. Deciding that with the right mind set, Nate could always find a means to avoid having to swim.
When Nate finally found himself in a small village. He went about and began to scan the crowds with his eyes. Still his face expressionless aside from a look that suggested he was thinking. Which Nate was currently trying to determine who was likely to become an enemy. Who was likely to become an ally. Who would be a good individual to follow, and who he could convince to follow himself. Nate also took into account people who he'd not want to bother for any various amount of reasons. So far Nate was pretty sure either he was missing something, or none of the people around the area were of much use to him.
Nate shrugged his shoulders, and went into a small pub. He wouldn't consider it a cantina as it wasn't so much a holder of criminal sorts. As much as merely a place to relax and socialize. Nate found himself to a table and seated himself. Placing his hood over his head, and closing his eyes. As he went about and began to listen to the talk of locals and travelers alike. Sometimes it's better to listen then it is to look. Besides Nate doubted he should pick a fight until such time as he went about and gathered materials to craft himself a set of light sabers. Starting with a single light saber, and eventually working towards four. As he planned to have a main pair, and a back up pair. As the galaxy was unpredictable, and he didn't want to bother the possibility of one set of lightsabers being damaged irreparably, and leaving him defenseless until he made new ones.
Perhaps that's what this adventure would be about. Finding himself the materials needed to craft himself a lightsaber. If so he'd need a ship, and allies for sure. Though what Nate wasn't quite expecting was the company whom he might acquire. As Nate's current personal beliefs aligned him more towards the dark side. Despite being familiarized and actively using techniques from both sides of the force. At least the basic techniques which his parent's had taught him, before he departed them to set out into the galaxy for his own sake.
Nate quietly knelt down on the ground and centered his thoughts. Finding himself on Kuat for no apparent reason. When he opened his eyes he looked out to a moderate sized body of water ahead of him. Which caused him to cock his head to the left. Then straighten himself up and stand. As he turned away from the water. Watching as the ship that had brought him here departed. Which meant until Nate made himself a new ally, or killed someone and acquired a ship for himself. He'd need to stick about this world. Learning to live among it's inhabitants.
Nate avoided the water. Unless it was deep enough he could walk through it. Even then he was hesitant about entering the water. However he made no expression to indicate he necessarily feared the water. Which in truth Nate didn't have hydrophobia as much as a fear to drown. Which is why Nate never bothered to learn how to swim. Deciding that with the right mind set, Nate could always find a means to avoid having to swim.
When Nate finally found himself in a small village. He went about and began to scan the crowds with his eyes. Still his face expressionless aside from a look that suggested he was thinking. Which Nate was currently trying to determine who was likely to become an enemy. Who was likely to become an ally. Who would be a good individual to follow, and who he could convince to follow himself. Nate also took into account people who he'd not want to bother for any various amount of reasons. So far Nate was pretty sure either he was missing something, or none of the people around the area were of much use to him.
Nate shrugged his shoulders, and went into a small pub. He wouldn't consider it a cantina as it wasn't so much a holder of criminal sorts. As much as merely a place to relax and socialize. Nate found himself to a table and seated himself. Placing his hood over his head, and closing his eyes. As he went about and began to listen to the talk of locals and travelers alike. Sometimes it's better to listen then it is to look. Besides Nate doubted he should pick a fight until such time as he went about and gathered materials to craft himself a set of light sabers. Starting with a single light saber, and eventually working towards four. As he planned to have a main pair, and a back up pair. As the galaxy was unpredictable, and he didn't want to bother the possibility of one set of lightsabers being damaged irreparably, and leaving him defenseless until he made new ones.
Perhaps that's what this adventure would be about. Finding himself the materials needed to craft himself a lightsaber. If so he'd need a ship, and allies for sure. Though what Nate wasn't quite expecting was the company whom he might acquire. As Nate's current personal beliefs aligned him more towards the dark side. Despite being familiarized and actively using techniques from both sides of the force. At least the basic techniques which his parent's had taught him, before he departed them to set out into the galaxy for his own sake.