Nathan Bloodscrawl
House Bloodscrawl Patriarch
Wearing: Nathan's Robes
Armed with: Nathan's Training Lightsaber , Quality Jawa Ion Rifle (3 Reloads, Laser Sight, Scope, Blaster Suppressor), Bacta-Works Capture Pistol (4 Reloads), Grace Pistol (5 Reloads) Stun Pearls (12), EMP Pearls (12)
Equipment: Ammo Belt, Medkit, PX-7 Heat Sensor, All-Kit Tool, Sound Dampening Stealth System
Earlier...aboard the Atrisian Pathfinder
Nathan, in plain clothes, played with his newborn son, Grendel Percival Bloodscrawl, dangling his finger above the Baby's hands as he held him in his arms. The Baby giggling as it tugged at his finger.
Nathan gave a very rare, unstrained smile at this. His wife,
Vera Mina
worked a synthecator nearby to prepare some baby formula (She dared not feed him the natural way...there was no way of predicting what sort of 'nutrient' her body would produce given her absolutely beyond fethin' bizarre biology...).
They were in the ship's main recreation section. His adopted artificial daughter
Sera Mina
was playing a large harp very softly.
They were in orbit above Coruscant. Nathan had been taking a few days off to spend time with his family. It still felt bizarre to have a home to come back to.
The pain of losing Julia and Lysandra would never leave him. But he didn't dwell on it the way he used to. The only thing he still dwelled on was Phyre's role in it.
"Father..." Sera called out as she played. "Is Grendel going to join the order?
Nathan paused at that.
"I haven't decided yet." Nathan said. "It didn't help Julia, being a part of it..."
Nathan handed the Baby off to Vera as she came over with the bottle. She very delicately picked the child up and began feeding him from the bottle.
"Not every Bloodscrawl needs to be part of the order to abide by the three directives..." Nathan spoke standing up. "It's a hard life. It requires...a focus. A commitment. It's not for everyone."
Nathan stared at Grendel as he busily sucked down the baby formula.
"Perhaps it's better he learns the Force from his parents rather than some disconnected Master..." Nathan mused.
Nathan wanted Grendel to have a happier early life than he had. Didn't want him to go through the same traumas. Didn't want him to develop the same hangups.
But would that make him stronger? Or weaker?
As Nathan mulled this over he popped a small pastry into his mouth. Strawberry tart. He continued mulling it over as he chewed.
Sera seemed to contemplate this just as the comms station went off. Nathan went over to it.
The station was tied to the comms unit on his TIE/SRRET.
It had relayed a message. A suspected Sith Sorcerer had been uncovered in the underworks. Any available Jedi was requested to come at once and await further instructions.
Nathan frowned, getting a bad feeling about this.
He turned to his family.
"Duty calls." Nathan said grimly...
Fifteen minutes later...
He had rapidly dressed in his crappy, cheap robes, and arrived well armed about a block from the address as instructed. As always, he was always seen with strictly non-lethal weapons, excessively cheap like his robes which provided almost no protection. His tools were purchased at pawn shops. He was one of the richest and most powerful men in the Alliance, but only a select number knew that, and none of them were Jedi.
He knew it couldn't last forever. But it had to last long enough for him to fully wipe our The Cult of The Brain Demon and their Dark Goddess.
His robes looked so cheap they were clear signs of patches and sewing repairs. It barely kept him warm on slightly cool days. Sure, he had a bunch of ridiculous, broken and OP weapons like a number of Knights and Masters no doubt had, but that was the irony of his situation: in order to avoid drawing attention to himself, he could only use the weakest, lowest tier equipment, with the exception of his heavily modified training saber, and even that one he didn't want to risk using in front of them unless he had no choice.
He stepped off the abandoned landing pad and headed to the meet up point at the base of an underworks skyscraper and finding...
...no one....
He saw a bunch of dropped lightsabers and blaster rifles and defensive barriers set up. But no Jedi or Alliance Soldiers. And the front door open, revealing only darkness beyond. It was oddly quiet around the skyscraper base...
Nathan felt the Dark Side polluting the air invisibly. He immediately set out a distress signal with his comlink, knowing something was deeply wrong...
Valery Noble
Armed with: Nathan's Training Lightsaber , Quality Jawa Ion Rifle (3 Reloads, Laser Sight, Scope, Blaster Suppressor), Bacta-Works Capture Pistol (4 Reloads), Grace Pistol (5 Reloads) Stun Pearls (12), EMP Pearls (12)
Equipment: Ammo Belt, Medkit, PX-7 Heat Sensor, All-Kit Tool, Sound Dampening Stealth System
Earlier...aboard the Atrisian Pathfinder
Nathan, in plain clothes, played with his newborn son, Grendel Percival Bloodscrawl, dangling his finger above the Baby's hands as he held him in his arms. The Baby giggling as it tugged at his finger.
Nathan gave a very rare, unstrained smile at this. His wife,
Vera Mina
worked a synthecator nearby to prepare some baby formula (She dared not feed him the natural way...there was no way of predicting what sort of 'nutrient' her body would produce given her absolutely beyond fethin' bizarre biology...).They were in the ship's main recreation section. His adopted artificial daughter
Sera Mina
was playing a large harp very softly.They were in orbit above Coruscant. Nathan had been taking a few days off to spend time with his family. It still felt bizarre to have a home to come back to.
The pain of losing Julia and Lysandra would never leave him. But he didn't dwell on it the way he used to. The only thing he still dwelled on was Phyre's role in it.
"Father..." Sera called out as she played. "Is Grendel going to join the order?
Nathan paused at that.
"I haven't decided yet." Nathan said. "It didn't help Julia, being a part of it..."
Nathan handed the Baby off to Vera as she came over with the bottle. She very delicately picked the child up and began feeding him from the bottle.
"Not every Bloodscrawl needs to be part of the order to abide by the three directives..." Nathan spoke standing up. "It's a hard life. It requires...a focus. A commitment. It's not for everyone."
Nathan stared at Grendel as he busily sucked down the baby formula.
"Perhaps it's better he learns the Force from his parents rather than some disconnected Master..." Nathan mused.
Nathan wanted Grendel to have a happier early life than he had. Didn't want him to go through the same traumas. Didn't want him to develop the same hangups.
But would that make him stronger? Or weaker?
As Nathan mulled this over he popped a small pastry into his mouth. Strawberry tart. He continued mulling it over as he chewed.
Sera seemed to contemplate this just as the comms station went off. Nathan went over to it.
The station was tied to the comms unit on his TIE/SRRET.
It had relayed a message. A suspected Sith Sorcerer had been uncovered in the underworks. Any available Jedi was requested to come at once and await further instructions.
Nathan frowned, getting a bad feeling about this.
He turned to his family.
"Duty calls." Nathan said grimly...
Fifteen minutes later...
He had rapidly dressed in his crappy, cheap robes, and arrived well armed about a block from the address as instructed. As always, he was always seen with strictly non-lethal weapons, excessively cheap like his robes which provided almost no protection. His tools were purchased at pawn shops. He was one of the richest and most powerful men in the Alliance, but only a select number knew that, and none of them were Jedi.
He knew it couldn't last forever. But it had to last long enough for him to fully wipe our The Cult of The Brain Demon and their Dark Goddess.
His robes looked so cheap they were clear signs of patches and sewing repairs. It barely kept him warm on slightly cool days. Sure, he had a bunch of ridiculous, broken and OP weapons like a number of Knights and Masters no doubt had, but that was the irony of his situation: in order to avoid drawing attention to himself, he could only use the weakest, lowest tier equipment, with the exception of his heavily modified training saber, and even that one he didn't want to risk using in front of them unless he had no choice.
He stepped off the abandoned landing pad and headed to the meet up point at the base of an underworks skyscraper and finding...
...no one....
He saw a bunch of dropped lightsabers and blaster rifles and defensive barriers set up. But no Jedi or Alliance Soldiers. And the front door open, revealing only darkness beyond. It was oddly quiet around the skyscraper base...
Nathan felt the Dark Side polluting the air invisibly. He immediately set out a distress signal with his comlink, knowing something was deeply wrong...
Valery Noble