Nathan Bloodscrawl
House Bloodscrawl Patriarch
(THIS Plays)
Nathan;s artificial green eyes mechanically, precisely observed the flourish Braze performed. Makashi. Echani. Great, just great.
He'd been about Braze's age when he had started killing people to survive. His movements didn't have the weight of a practiced killer behind him. And his use of Makashi brought him back to unpleasant moments.
Ession, Gulag Era.
"I really am quite pleased you accepted my offer." Elaine Tear spoke to Morris Crownwraithe as he waited in the training chamber.
Morris said nothing, irritated beyond words that the only way he could get Ession desperately needed medical supplies was to play nice with the Kaiserreich. And in this case, once more, having to play nice with...HER.
Elaine Tear, someday down the road to be converted into The Battalion
Even now, it was as if the terrible night she had brought her army of fanatics to Castle Bloodscrawl and laid waste to his family in a religious fervor to steal their secrets had happened, not more than a decade ago, but only thirty seconds prior for him.
Morris glanced up at Elaine as she headed into the training chamber, clad in in a flowing, hooded green gown. She didn't have the carved youthful features of youth that she had possessed that night she had killed his mother and father while he had watched from a distance. Youthful Features she wouldn't regain until after she was converted.
She didn't know it was him, of course. The only one who had survived the raid. The man who had been born as Nathan Bloodscrawl.
"My students love it whenever you visit. They get so inspired by your adventures abroad." Elaine spoke as her training lightsaber slid into place. It was a white blade that slid out.
Morris was always flabbergasted her reputation had somehow survived the atrocity she had inflicted at Castle Bloodscrawl. Guess the damn Ashlans thought she was worth rehabiliatating. Morris personally didn't care whether she was capable of atonement or not.
But the code forbid taking revenge. Which made every moment around her torture.
"I am only doing my duty." Morris replied.
"You are doing more than your duty." Elaine replied appreciatively, earnestly, in a way that disgusted him.
"Word of your actions on Onderon against the Cult of The Brain Demon has spread. I never would have thought to use an entire flooding valley to dispatch a nest of those freaks."
"It was an accident." he said, simply. He always downplayed everything he did. Even if it made him look good.
"Not what the Force tells me when I look at you..."
She gave a Makashi salute. "Do you have any familiarity with Form Two?"
"In the sense I am familiar with people trying to use it to take my life." Morris replied in a tone that was on the verge of being Icy.
He remembered the look of fanaticism in her eyes as she had run his mother through. He did not understand why the Kaisserreich continually made her, of all people, a point of contact for him, whenever he was forced to visit his homeworld, the one planet he liked least in the galaxy. It almost felt like the Force was trolling him, or just wanted to watch him squirm at the indignity and humiliation of being taught by his parents killer just so he could help the people of Ession with their medical supply crisis.
"It was developed after Form One." Elaine explained. "You rely on techniques to avoid disarmament, footwork and fluidity over brute strength."
Morris could attest to this. It was usually why he resorted to simply shooting enemy Form Two users.
"Let's start with something simple..." Elaine offered. "Move as I move..."
Elaine went into a simple but elegant one handed kata with her training blade, gesturing Morris to copy her movements whenever she paused...
Morris reminded himself this was to help Ession's people, not to dwell on the past. But the sting of humiliation remained, expertly buried under a mask of stoicism as he diligently began to copy her simple movement and strike patterns...
Nathan blinked away the half second memory.
Every time. Every time he recalled Makashi, he recalled learning it from Elaine Tear. It was why he often refused to use it himself, perhaps too attached to his Father's Soresu instruction.
He had to stay in the present. Memories carried with the sensation and impressions which echoed in the Force. But he could not help but recall the start of that very first lesson. Having a memory come at him like that while up against Braze could prove very unwise...if he had picked up even a sliver of it, he might blab and start asking pointed questions. Questions Nathan would not have easy answers to.
Nathan approached, saying nothing, a blank stare having come over his normally grim face like he was in a trance. His walk deceptively slow looking, yet it carried him closer to Braze then expected. His white blade lashed out in an equally deceptively slow manner, trading speed and flashiness for power and efficiency of the blade's travel arc, which was aimed to strike at Braze's legs. It might force him to back away. Or he might counter, pull some flashy Makashi chit.
The one thing he might have going for him was if Braze was genuinely talented at the style, it might be less of a stretch for Nathan to claim being dealt a surprise defeat...
Nathan;s artificial green eyes mechanically, precisely observed the flourish Braze performed. Makashi. Echani. Great, just great.
He'd been about Braze's age when he had started killing people to survive. His movements didn't have the weight of a practiced killer behind him. And his use of Makashi brought him back to unpleasant moments.
Ession, Gulag Era.
"I really am quite pleased you accepted my offer." Elaine Tear spoke to Morris Crownwraithe as he waited in the training chamber.
Morris said nothing, irritated beyond words that the only way he could get Ession desperately needed medical supplies was to play nice with the Kaiserreich. And in this case, once more, having to play nice with...HER.
Elaine Tear, someday down the road to be converted into The Battalion
Even now, it was as if the terrible night she had brought her army of fanatics to Castle Bloodscrawl and laid waste to his family in a religious fervor to steal their secrets had happened, not more than a decade ago, but only thirty seconds prior for him.
Morris glanced up at Elaine as she headed into the training chamber, clad in in a flowing, hooded green gown. She didn't have the carved youthful features of youth that she had possessed that night she had killed his mother and father while he had watched from a distance. Youthful Features she wouldn't regain until after she was converted.
She didn't know it was him, of course. The only one who had survived the raid. The man who had been born as Nathan Bloodscrawl.
"My students love it whenever you visit. They get so inspired by your adventures abroad." Elaine spoke as her training lightsaber slid into place. It was a white blade that slid out.
Morris was always flabbergasted her reputation had somehow survived the atrocity she had inflicted at Castle Bloodscrawl. Guess the damn Ashlans thought she was worth rehabiliatating. Morris personally didn't care whether she was capable of atonement or not.
But the code forbid taking revenge. Which made every moment around her torture.
"I am only doing my duty." Morris replied.
"You are doing more than your duty." Elaine replied appreciatively, earnestly, in a way that disgusted him.
"Word of your actions on Onderon against the Cult of The Brain Demon has spread. I never would have thought to use an entire flooding valley to dispatch a nest of those freaks."
"It was an accident." he said, simply. He always downplayed everything he did. Even if it made him look good.
"Not what the Force tells me when I look at you..."
She gave a Makashi salute. "Do you have any familiarity with Form Two?"
"In the sense I am familiar with people trying to use it to take my life." Morris replied in a tone that was on the verge of being Icy.
He remembered the look of fanaticism in her eyes as she had run his mother through. He did not understand why the Kaisserreich continually made her, of all people, a point of contact for him, whenever he was forced to visit his homeworld, the one planet he liked least in the galaxy. It almost felt like the Force was trolling him, or just wanted to watch him squirm at the indignity and humiliation of being taught by his parents killer just so he could help the people of Ession with their medical supply crisis.
"It was developed after Form One." Elaine explained. "You rely on techniques to avoid disarmament, footwork and fluidity over brute strength."
Morris could attest to this. It was usually why he resorted to simply shooting enemy Form Two users.
"Let's start with something simple..." Elaine offered. "Move as I move..."
Elaine went into a simple but elegant one handed kata with her training blade, gesturing Morris to copy her movements whenever she paused...
Morris reminded himself this was to help Ession's people, not to dwell on the past. But the sting of humiliation remained, expertly buried under a mask of stoicism as he diligently began to copy her simple movement and strike patterns...
Nathan blinked away the half second memory.
Every time. Every time he recalled Makashi, he recalled learning it from Elaine Tear. It was why he often refused to use it himself, perhaps too attached to his Father's Soresu instruction.
He had to stay in the present. Memories carried with the sensation and impressions which echoed in the Force. But he could not help but recall the start of that very first lesson. Having a memory come at him like that while up against Braze could prove very unwise...if he had picked up even a sliver of it, he might blab and start asking pointed questions. Questions Nathan would not have easy answers to.
Nathan approached, saying nothing, a blank stare having come over his normally grim face like he was in a trance. His walk deceptively slow looking, yet it carried him closer to Braze then expected. His white blade lashed out in an equally deceptively slow manner, trading speed and flashiness for power and efficiency of the blade's travel arc, which was aimed to strike at Braze's legs. It might force him to back away. Or he might counter, pull some flashy Makashi chit.
The one thing he might have going for him was if Braze was genuinely talented at the style, it might be less of a stretch for Nathan to claim being dealt a surprise defeat...