Nathan Bloodscrawl
House Bloodscrawl Patriarch
Wearing: Interceptor Gear
Armed with: Old Mercenary Set, Training Lightsaber (Blue)
Arrived to Ord Antalaha in: Bellhop Freighter
Three days earlier...
Nathan practiced using his electric judgement on training dummies, lowing the intensity of the green bolts, and the rate he released the energy from himself.
He could only access the Light on a Cursory Level, and when he could, it almost always manifested as an offense-based Force Power, such as Electric Judgement.
Many of the other ones were still too difficult to manifest for him, because those higher powers required a degree of selflessness he simply no longer possessed and might never possess again. His very nature seemed at war with itself at times. On good days, he followed the Jedi Code, did his job, kept his head down, brushed aside praise or thoughts of advancement.
And on bad days, he was trying with every fiber of his being to destroy the Cult of the Brain Demon, and escape the endless hell made manifest that was his bond to
Syd Celsius
, the woman who, as a Sith, had murdered his wife and annihilated her very spirit. She had done even worse than that to him much later on...and this was after she had killed him the first time...
He knew that his quest for revenge against the Cult was a violation of the Jedi Code to its very fundamentals. But what answer does the code give when everything you were gets erased? When the woman you loved was killed so thoroughly no trace of her survives in the Force? When not one, but two different people, each of whom destroyed your life in separate ways, also corrupts your daughter into something as bad as they are?
For all that the Cult had done to him, he had long ago decided the Code would have no authority in how he dealt with them. They had made it as personal as any sentient could have made it. He doubted any Jedi could look him in the face and tell him they wouldn't have reacted the same if it had been their parents, their wife, their child.
There are just some things, he felt, that the Jedi Code simply does not and should not have the authority to control. In all other things, he would obey it. If it told him to cut off his hand he would cut it off. If it told him to jump, he would ask how high. But he would not respect its counsel at all where the Cult was concerned. It had failed him too many times in that department. As for the Force's Will, it was free to stop him any time it wanted. But he had a feeling it wouldn't have gone to the trouble of letting him get resurrected just to clamp down on him. It wanted him for something. Even if it thought his suffering in the process was necessary.
Realizations like that made him despise The Force. It may not have needed an avatar, a personification, which he still considered nothing but the Ashlan's typically despicable heresy. But even he, at times, thought the case could be made that it was the most callous chess master that ever lived.
He absolutely believed it had a will, and that ultimately, it must be obeyed. But that didn't stop him from sneering at its idea of "Balance".
After all, obedience is not the same thing as respect.
In private, away from watchful eyes like those of
Jax Thio
, he pursued Moya's advice to refine his personal lightsaber technique and command of some of the more esoteric Force Powers at his command. She wasn't his Master like Jax was but she occasionally offered pointers.
Eventually he got tired and decided to take a break, staring out at below from his window the planet Kytrand , watching as ships went back and forth from the Centurion Class Battle Cruiser his ...fiance... controlled as shop began to tentatively get set up.
He walked himself back over the months, the long while since war with the Maw ended, since his hostile first meeting with Vera, when he had nearly strangled the murderous, sadistic Android to death...what had changed? And how had the situation between them eventually changed so drastically?
From the beginning, perhaps, she had him figured out. Or perhaps he had gotten under her skin. Maybe they had both succeeded against the other, and from there, from there...
She had slowly whittled him down, making no secret of how she was attracted to him. He was still trying to figure out when, exactly, his own perceptions towards her had changed, and realized it had changed the first time she had broken through his armor and gotten an extremely rare laugh out of him.
It was the idea that he could laugh with someone, perhaps, someone who understood...
Most times, what he said to
Braze
in their duel really was true...he really didn't feel emotion too strongly, either positive OR negative. Even the barebones "friendship" he had developed very slowly over time with Moya and Lynda, Vera's Sister, was still basic, stuttering, hesitant.
The most beastly of the three was somehow the most relatable because much like he had in his era, she fit this era like a glove. Both made to thrive in the most hostile situations possible.
He liked her also because she in no way at all reminded him of his first wife. And while he would always, on some level, love Lysandra Crownwraithe, Vera distracted him from constantly thinking about her.
The deadly organic machine had been correct...marriages were built on less.
He hadn't gone to the surface of the planet itself, he could feel the Nexus around the planet, even from orbit, trying to induce feelings of pacifism and tolerance. Great if you were pure Jedi. Bad if you were Nathan. Even his mental barriers couldn't quite keep the Nexus out. It wouldn't do to go down there until he had no choice.
"This place creates strange sensations in me..."
Nathan turned to the voice of
Sera Mina
, fashionably dressed, as always.
"It's the Nexus..." He explained.
"Nexus?" Sera asked.
"The Life Force of the planet has been altered. It exudes certain effects. Emotional Passivity, is one of those. You'll have to train yourself to resist it."
"This Force stuff you're into confuses me." she admitted with a shrug, casually walking over to him. "You're seriously giving House Li-Ves this planet?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I am, ultimately, a loose cannon, Sera. A rogue element. And given the things I have witnessed...the things I want to do...the things I have already done...I feel it would be unwise to fully control every aspect of the operation..." he answered, staring out at the planet below.
"I am not worthy of this planet. Not really. I messed up too many times to be. Better it be overseen by people whose focuses are less myopic than mine. Someone not as obsessed with destroying a Sith Cult." he then turned to her.
"Besides...I'm marrying your Mother."
Sera's eyebrow raised.
"So... would this make you my stepfather?"
"You object?"
"No! No, nothing like that...I mean...you've been sort of acting in that capacity since I woke up."
No reaction from Nathan came outwardly, but he realized, in that instant, that Vera had understood just how badly fethed up in the head he actually was.
Vera had been easing him into this moment ever since she had activated Sera in front of him.
Nathan blinked. "So I have..."
They both were staring at the planet now. Sera drew a little closer to him.
"The wedding won't take place for months. Not until we actively settle this place, get an actual populace going. Plenty of refugees will see it as a paradise..." he trailed.
"What of the Jedi? They'll look on it as a holy world."
"They'll be free to come here once our control over it is established as indisputable." Nathan said. "We'll have to take measures though..."
"Measures?" Sera asked.
"The hard part won't be colonization, the hard part will be removing all visible traces of my own family's former stewardship over it. The less they have to piece together once they arrive, the harder it will be to make any connections to me, and the less they'll have to justify it as a 'Jedi World', rather than simply a world strong with the light side, which happens all the time. They'll be able to make the case it should be 'studied' but they won't be able to make the case they should have a controlling influence if we do our jobs correctly." he explained.
"But Jedi 'will' come here eventually, right?" Sera asked.
"Yes. But I'm going to be selective about who I introduce to it at first. Someone I know..."
At the moment, Nathan was currently considering either Jax or Elias Edo. Or both But that would occur much later.
"You really think I'm cut out to run a planet? I'm barely getting the hang of running your trillion credit corporation..." Sera admitted. While she loved basking in feth-you money and public approval, running Bacta-Works, scouring it of corruption, was a lot more taxing than it looked.
"Oh, you're bound to make mistakes. But I have every confidence you'll rise to the occasion." he assured her. "Let's go see your Mother... she's about to head to the surface, right?
"Yes..." Sera answered.
A half hour later...
Vera Mina
, fashionably dressed as always, stared out onto the horizon of Kytrand from the comfort of a raised platform, seated at a fancy table atop it with Sera and Nathan, eating a light meal.
"It really is quite beautiful..." she admitted. "Could use a splash of blood and gore here and there but that's just me."
Sera rolled her eyes as she sipped her small glass of wine. Mother, in a normal setting, would have gushed about the latest entertainment, fashion trends, anything that would make a noble's eyes glaze over. Not here. Here, she was a little more...honest about what she liked.
"I think this Nexus you described is bullchit, I'm not feeling any different." Vera complained.
"Individual results may vary..." Nathan replied, dressed in a cheap black suit and tie combo with a white shirt, looking more like some overworked trader in stocks than any sort of Jedi, or even the head of a burgeoning, militarized, Jedi aligned PMC. He wasn't eating anything.
"How will we explain this world?" Vera asked.
"Oh, I probably have to play dumb, say I was scouting and accidentally found Bacta-Works here already running things, but that will be pushing it even for me. The better option, now that I think about it...is to probably let some Jedi think it was mostly their discovery, and I just happened to be there. Maybe a whole gang of them..."
Could he get a Jedi to believe all the credit should go to them? He wasn't sure. It would take a lot of work. But he already had in mind certain Jedi. His mind went back to
Lossa Darcuhl
, and how her position was already getting challenged by Tarrlok. Have her involved...yes, it might shore up her position in the Jakku Enclave rather nicely, but there would somehow have to be almost no imput or prompting on his part. And he would somehow have to make sure she got the info to other choice Jedi...maybe offer to share it after she "discovered" its address or some such.
But he had months to figure this out...
The trio sat quietly, watching shuttles controlled by House Li-Ves arrive from orbit. for the next forty minutes, admiring the beautiful scenery.
"I take it back...this place is too nice looking to turn into one of my dungeons." Vera quipped. "And I never thought I'd say that about ANY place."
"Agreed." Nathan admitted.
Present...
One of the most annoying things about working with other Jedi was that most times, he couldn't afford to use his best equipment. Around Jedi, he could only be seen using the basic gear, and had been very certain to never let any Jedi who had the time for even a moment to pay attention to him to get a good look at the lightsabers he had originally built when he started working for them again. That had been easy at first--there was so much chaos due to the war with the Maw ending that no one had really had the time to observe him, too busy reveling in victory, in providing relief to all the worlds ravaged by the beasts.
But as peacetime had settled in, and the Jedi let their guards down, he had forced himself to start carrying only basic gear around them. That was how he had been winging it in the NJO...the Trade League Jedi had even less watchfulness, especially on wayseekers.
Nathan had been given this assignment to one of the Old Republic's weapon Depot worlds, where a Sith who had been spotted in the heart of the Alliance had murdered a master of great renown, seemingly for nothing but the glory, and had been tracked to this place, a den of thieves and scum in any era, after he had slain a villager for seemingly no reason.
He was meeting another Jedi here, but he hadn't been given forewarning on just who that would be. Not that it would have put him at ease as he stepped off the freighter, greeted by a fat, balding human tech in greasy coveralls with a tool belt wrapped around his waist. The space port was smoggy, loaded down with crates from other ships constantly being offloaded by angry looking people with blasters. He had his simple training Lightsaber concealed up his sleeve, while he carried a vibro spear and shield, the latter of which had a colorful livery. Going to a place like this dressed as a Jedi with their lightsaber on display would have been incredibly foolish.
He took one look at Nathan and snorted.
"Bounty Hunter huh? Picked a bad place to land. Criminals run Ord Antalaha, regardless of what the Alliance thinks." The Spaceport Officer muttered.
"Of course they do." Nathan replied, his grim face making the spaceport official subconsciously take a step back.
"You're here about that Sith, aren't ya?" The Official questioned.
"Am I so obvious?" Nathan questioned back.
The Official spit to the ground on his side.
"Figures."
"You want the Sith to keep killing, or not?" Nathan asked.
"Eh...not one of them spit and polish types." The Official noted, more and more unconsciously disconcerted by his very presence the longer he was around him. "I guess they sent someone who doesn't scare easily."
"What's the docking fee?" Nathan grumbled.
"Seventy Credits."
"Here." Nathan replied, dumping the sticks into his waiting hands and walking out of the spaceport, shield slung over his back.
The town beyond the space sport reminded him of Tattooine but with more scum walking everywhere. They all gave the grim faced "Bounty Hunter" dirty looks but otherwise left him alone. Had he walked in with the robes, the Jedi passivity, he would have set off the alarm of every criminal in the city, and then he would have had as much to be concerned over from them as he would the Sith. You do NOT simply walk into Ord Antalaha Force Blazing, any more than you simply walk into Mordor.
Nathan's grim face and mechanical walk did more to clear others out of his path than any lightsaber could have. The Sith had chosen a good place to flee to if nothing else...this was the sort of place he would have fled to in order to escape Darth Phyre, had he been given the opportunity.
You could never have abided the injustice around you he heard Phyre's watered down self,
Syd Celsius
, say in his skull. Because of his own mistakes in saving her life on Korriban so he could use her for his own purposes, he now had a hellish, possibly permanent Force bond to the thing that had murdered his wife. A shared bond that was also a wound...
Be silent, fiend, he snapped back mentally, instantly shutting her down before she could strike up a conversation. He shut her down every time she tried to talk to him now beyond her obeying him for the sake of killing the Cult they now BOTH despised. Syd was under the illusion she could atone. Nathan would never permit it, even if it was sincere.
The journey for Syd, after what she had done to him, was only going to end one way for her. She knew it too. He didn't have to say it out loud. She saw his blood covered perception of her, that only saw a monster that needed to be felled...eventually.
Nathan clamped down on his emotions to her, and instantly shut down almost all his emotions as per the conditioning he had been given as a child in order to focus on the mission.
He would obey the Jedi Order until the time came where he simply couldn't in order to get what he really wanted.
Nathan headed to what intel had stated passed for a machine shop in order to wait for whoever the NJO had sent to assist him.
Braze
Armed with: Old Mercenary Set, Training Lightsaber (Blue)
Arrived to Ord Antalaha in: Bellhop Freighter
Three days earlier...
Nathan practiced using his electric judgement on training dummies, lowing the intensity of the green bolts, and the rate he released the energy from himself.
He could only access the Light on a Cursory Level, and when he could, it almost always manifested as an offense-based Force Power, such as Electric Judgement.
Many of the other ones were still too difficult to manifest for him, because those higher powers required a degree of selflessness he simply no longer possessed and might never possess again. His very nature seemed at war with itself at times. On good days, he followed the Jedi Code, did his job, kept his head down, brushed aside praise or thoughts of advancement.
And on bad days, he was trying with every fiber of his being to destroy the Cult of the Brain Demon, and escape the endless hell made manifest that was his bond to
Syd Celsius
, the woman who, as a Sith, had murdered his wife and annihilated her very spirit. She had done even worse than that to him much later on...and this was after she had killed him the first time...He knew that his quest for revenge against the Cult was a violation of the Jedi Code to its very fundamentals. But what answer does the code give when everything you were gets erased? When the woman you loved was killed so thoroughly no trace of her survives in the Force? When not one, but two different people, each of whom destroyed your life in separate ways, also corrupts your daughter into something as bad as they are?
For all that the Cult had done to him, he had long ago decided the Code would have no authority in how he dealt with them. They had made it as personal as any sentient could have made it. He doubted any Jedi could look him in the face and tell him they wouldn't have reacted the same if it had been their parents, their wife, their child.
There are just some things, he felt, that the Jedi Code simply does not and should not have the authority to control. In all other things, he would obey it. If it told him to cut off his hand he would cut it off. If it told him to jump, he would ask how high. But he would not respect its counsel at all where the Cult was concerned. It had failed him too many times in that department. As for the Force's Will, it was free to stop him any time it wanted. But he had a feeling it wouldn't have gone to the trouble of letting him get resurrected just to clamp down on him. It wanted him for something. Even if it thought his suffering in the process was necessary.
Realizations like that made him despise The Force. It may not have needed an avatar, a personification, which he still considered nothing but the Ashlan's typically despicable heresy. But even he, at times, thought the case could be made that it was the most callous chess master that ever lived.
He absolutely believed it had a will, and that ultimately, it must be obeyed. But that didn't stop him from sneering at its idea of "Balance".
After all, obedience is not the same thing as respect.
In private, away from watchful eyes like those of
Jax Thio
, he pursued Moya's advice to refine his personal lightsaber technique and command of some of the more esoteric Force Powers at his command. She wasn't his Master like Jax was but she occasionally offered pointers.Eventually he got tired and decided to take a break, staring out at below from his window the planet Kytrand , watching as ships went back and forth from the Centurion Class Battle Cruiser his ...fiance... controlled as shop began to tentatively get set up.
He walked himself back over the months, the long while since war with the Maw ended, since his hostile first meeting with Vera, when he had nearly strangled the murderous, sadistic Android to death...what had changed? And how had the situation between them eventually changed so drastically?
From the beginning, perhaps, she had him figured out. Or perhaps he had gotten under her skin. Maybe they had both succeeded against the other, and from there, from there...
She had slowly whittled him down, making no secret of how she was attracted to him. He was still trying to figure out when, exactly, his own perceptions towards her had changed, and realized it had changed the first time she had broken through his armor and gotten an extremely rare laugh out of him.
It was the idea that he could laugh with someone, perhaps, someone who understood...
Most times, what he said to
Braze
in their duel really was true...he really didn't feel emotion too strongly, either positive OR negative. Even the barebones "friendship" he had developed very slowly over time with Moya and Lynda, Vera's Sister, was still basic, stuttering, hesitant.The most beastly of the three was somehow the most relatable because much like he had in his era, she fit this era like a glove. Both made to thrive in the most hostile situations possible.
He liked her also because she in no way at all reminded him of his first wife. And while he would always, on some level, love Lysandra Crownwraithe, Vera distracted him from constantly thinking about her.
The deadly organic machine had been correct...marriages were built on less.
He hadn't gone to the surface of the planet itself, he could feel the Nexus around the planet, even from orbit, trying to induce feelings of pacifism and tolerance. Great if you were pure Jedi. Bad if you were Nathan. Even his mental barriers couldn't quite keep the Nexus out. It wouldn't do to go down there until he had no choice.
"This place creates strange sensations in me..."
Nathan turned to the voice of
Sera Mina
, fashionably dressed, as always."It's the Nexus..." He explained.
"Nexus?" Sera asked.
"The Life Force of the planet has been altered. It exudes certain effects. Emotional Passivity, is one of those. You'll have to train yourself to resist it."
"This Force stuff you're into confuses me." she admitted with a shrug, casually walking over to him. "You're seriously giving House Li-Ves this planet?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I am, ultimately, a loose cannon, Sera. A rogue element. And given the things I have witnessed...the things I want to do...the things I have already done...I feel it would be unwise to fully control every aspect of the operation..." he answered, staring out at the planet below.
"I am not worthy of this planet. Not really. I messed up too many times to be. Better it be overseen by people whose focuses are less myopic than mine. Someone not as obsessed with destroying a Sith Cult." he then turned to her.
"Besides...I'm marrying your Mother."
Sera's eyebrow raised.
"So... would this make you my stepfather?"
"You object?"
"No! No, nothing like that...I mean...you've been sort of acting in that capacity since I woke up."
No reaction from Nathan came outwardly, but he realized, in that instant, that Vera had understood just how badly fethed up in the head he actually was.
Vera had been easing him into this moment ever since she had activated Sera in front of him.
Nathan blinked. "So I have..."
They both were staring at the planet now. Sera drew a little closer to him.
"The wedding won't take place for months. Not until we actively settle this place, get an actual populace going. Plenty of refugees will see it as a paradise..." he trailed.
"What of the Jedi? They'll look on it as a holy world."
"They'll be free to come here once our control over it is established as indisputable." Nathan said. "We'll have to take measures though..."
"Measures?" Sera asked.
"The hard part won't be colonization, the hard part will be removing all visible traces of my own family's former stewardship over it. The less they have to piece together once they arrive, the harder it will be to make any connections to me, and the less they'll have to justify it as a 'Jedi World', rather than simply a world strong with the light side, which happens all the time. They'll be able to make the case it should be 'studied' but they won't be able to make the case they should have a controlling influence if we do our jobs correctly." he explained.
"But Jedi 'will' come here eventually, right?" Sera asked.
"Yes. But I'm going to be selective about who I introduce to it at first. Someone I know..."
At the moment, Nathan was currently considering either Jax or Elias Edo. Or both But that would occur much later.
"You really think I'm cut out to run a planet? I'm barely getting the hang of running your trillion credit corporation..." Sera admitted. While she loved basking in feth-you money and public approval, running Bacta-Works, scouring it of corruption, was a lot more taxing than it looked.
"Oh, you're bound to make mistakes. But I have every confidence you'll rise to the occasion." he assured her. "Let's go see your Mother... she's about to head to the surface, right?
"Yes..." Sera answered.
A half hour later...
Vera Mina
, fashionably dressed as always, stared out onto the horizon of Kytrand from the comfort of a raised platform, seated at a fancy table atop it with Sera and Nathan, eating a light meal."It really is quite beautiful..." she admitted. "Could use a splash of blood and gore here and there but that's just me."
Sera rolled her eyes as she sipped her small glass of wine. Mother, in a normal setting, would have gushed about the latest entertainment, fashion trends, anything that would make a noble's eyes glaze over. Not here. Here, she was a little more...honest about what she liked.
"I think this Nexus you described is bullchit, I'm not feeling any different." Vera complained.
"Individual results may vary..." Nathan replied, dressed in a cheap black suit and tie combo with a white shirt, looking more like some overworked trader in stocks than any sort of Jedi, or even the head of a burgeoning, militarized, Jedi aligned PMC. He wasn't eating anything.
"How will we explain this world?" Vera asked.
"Oh, I probably have to play dumb, say I was scouting and accidentally found Bacta-Works here already running things, but that will be pushing it even for me. The better option, now that I think about it...is to probably let some Jedi think it was mostly their discovery, and I just happened to be there. Maybe a whole gang of them..."
Could he get a Jedi to believe all the credit should go to them? He wasn't sure. It would take a lot of work. But he already had in mind certain Jedi. His mind went back to
Lossa Darcuhl
, and how her position was already getting challenged by Tarrlok. Have her involved...yes, it might shore up her position in the Jakku Enclave rather nicely, but there would somehow have to be almost no imput or prompting on his part. And he would somehow have to make sure she got the info to other choice Jedi...maybe offer to share it after she "discovered" its address or some such.But he had months to figure this out...
The trio sat quietly, watching shuttles controlled by House Li-Ves arrive from orbit. for the next forty minutes, admiring the beautiful scenery.
"I take it back...this place is too nice looking to turn into one of my dungeons." Vera quipped. "And I never thought I'd say that about ANY place."
"Agreed." Nathan admitted.
Present...
One of the most annoying things about working with other Jedi was that most times, he couldn't afford to use his best equipment. Around Jedi, he could only be seen using the basic gear, and had been very certain to never let any Jedi who had the time for even a moment to pay attention to him to get a good look at the lightsabers he had originally built when he started working for them again. That had been easy at first--there was so much chaos due to the war with the Maw ending that no one had really had the time to observe him, too busy reveling in victory, in providing relief to all the worlds ravaged by the beasts.
But as peacetime had settled in, and the Jedi let their guards down, he had forced himself to start carrying only basic gear around them. That was how he had been winging it in the NJO...the Trade League Jedi had even less watchfulness, especially on wayseekers.
Nathan had been given this assignment to one of the Old Republic's weapon Depot worlds, where a Sith who had been spotted in the heart of the Alliance had murdered a master of great renown, seemingly for nothing but the glory, and had been tracked to this place, a den of thieves and scum in any era, after he had slain a villager for seemingly no reason.
He was meeting another Jedi here, but he hadn't been given forewarning on just who that would be. Not that it would have put him at ease as he stepped off the freighter, greeted by a fat, balding human tech in greasy coveralls with a tool belt wrapped around his waist. The space port was smoggy, loaded down with crates from other ships constantly being offloaded by angry looking people with blasters. He had his simple training Lightsaber concealed up his sleeve, while he carried a vibro spear and shield, the latter of which had a colorful livery. Going to a place like this dressed as a Jedi with their lightsaber on display would have been incredibly foolish.
He took one look at Nathan and snorted.
"Bounty Hunter huh? Picked a bad place to land. Criminals run Ord Antalaha, regardless of what the Alliance thinks." The Spaceport Officer muttered.
"Of course they do." Nathan replied, his grim face making the spaceport official subconsciously take a step back.
"You're here about that Sith, aren't ya?" The Official questioned.
"Am I so obvious?" Nathan questioned back.
The Official spit to the ground on his side.
"Figures."
"You want the Sith to keep killing, or not?" Nathan asked.
"Eh...not one of them spit and polish types." The Official noted, more and more unconsciously disconcerted by his very presence the longer he was around him. "I guess they sent someone who doesn't scare easily."
"What's the docking fee?" Nathan grumbled.
"Seventy Credits."
"Here." Nathan replied, dumping the sticks into his waiting hands and walking out of the spaceport, shield slung over his back.
The town beyond the space sport reminded him of Tattooine but with more scum walking everywhere. They all gave the grim faced "Bounty Hunter" dirty looks but otherwise left him alone. Had he walked in with the robes, the Jedi passivity, he would have set off the alarm of every criminal in the city, and then he would have had as much to be concerned over from them as he would the Sith. You do NOT simply walk into Ord Antalaha Force Blazing, any more than you simply walk into Mordor.
Nathan's grim face and mechanical walk did more to clear others out of his path than any lightsaber could have. The Sith had chosen a good place to flee to if nothing else...this was the sort of place he would have fled to in order to escape Darth Phyre, had he been given the opportunity.
You could never have abided the injustice around you he heard Phyre's watered down self,
Syd Celsius
, say in his skull. Because of his own mistakes in saving her life on Korriban so he could use her for his own purposes, he now had a hellish, possibly permanent Force bond to the thing that had murdered his wife. A shared bond that was also a wound...Be silent, fiend, he snapped back mentally, instantly shutting her down before she could strike up a conversation. He shut her down every time she tried to talk to him now beyond her obeying him for the sake of killing the Cult they now BOTH despised. Syd was under the illusion she could atone. Nathan would never permit it, even if it was sincere.
The journey for Syd, after what she had done to him, was only going to end one way for her. She knew it too. He didn't have to say it out loud. She saw his blood covered perception of her, that only saw a monster that needed to be felled...eventually.
Nathan clamped down on his emotions to her, and instantly shut down almost all his emotions as per the conditioning he had been given as a child in order to focus on the mission.
He would obey the Jedi Order until the time came where he simply couldn't in order to get what he really wanted.
Nathan headed to what intel had stated passed for a machine shop in order to wait for whoever the NJO had sent to assist him.
Braze
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