Nathan Bloodscrawl
House Bloodscrawl Patriarch
Wearing: Nathan's Robes
Armed with: Training Lightsaber (Blue Blade)
SIB-14 Pistol
He had worked it out with his wife, his daughter, Sera and his sisters to make his involvement as purely low level as possible. Almost incidental.
Part of the pros to him having sisters was that they were added to the employee list at Bacta-Works. This enabled a nice convenient excuse as to why he would have been invited aboard the Bacta-Works Cruiser called Grasp of Lysandra along with
Kahlil Noble
and a number of random Jedi Knights for a special trip.
He was not the first Force User to be associated with Bacta-Works. Even before his invitation, he had established his presence as a Courier--
(Cutaway of Caesar's Legionnaires being turned into goo piles by a Plasma Rifle)
Operating in an Ambulance like capacity for the heavily wounded to Bacta-Works vessels in his spare time. He had made absolutely certain that this was the extent of his public involvement with the company. No employee on this vessel or on Kytrand itself had ever seen him unmasked in the presence of the corporate leadership. They would not be able to point him out.
Nathan was just a low level Padawan doing odd jobs, simply happening to be pulled into the secret Kahlil and a select few he chose were about to be made privy to.
The Grasp of Lysandra hovered over Tython, it's one kilometer long hull creating a minor eclipse over the temple it hovered over, the world being rebuilt below, a small shuttle being sent down from it to pick up the Jedi who had been invited.
Nathan, as usual, waited in his cheap robes, his training saber and stun pistol in their respective holsters. He was never seen in anything fancy. Never seen by other Jedi with more than a simple training lightsaber. This caused most Jedi, so used to watching their fellow members walk around with completely busted, over powered equipment, to overlook him as even more low tier and forgettable than he normally would have been. He was the unimportant NPC to their main character, useless to the main story mission that was their life. Unpopular, unremarkable, and as unimportant as could possibly be.
(Cutaway of Agent 47 grasping piano wire while sneaking up on a target)
Nathan waited with a bag containing three days supplies at the landing pad the shuttle was to pick them all up at. His robes, cheap and meant to draw as little attention to himself as possible, was damaged, his now cybernetic left arm exposed. It was a shiny, obsidian color, reflective like glass. He had lost his left arm saving a Jedi Knight from a Lightsaber thrown by a Lich that the Sith had left behind as a nasty surprise while clearing out temple ruins.
With his victory over another Sith abomination far earlier in his training (Which counted as his trial of skill and trial of courage passed at the same time), that was three trials passed. With that kind of success (and no real guidance from a current master) that was getting him more notice than he was used to. Jedi Knights sometimes did a double take at him now.
It was undeniable that he had done something genuinely good in both instances. But the fact he had done it without a current master in both cases (And hadn't even announced his actions in the much earlier instance) was finally raising some eyebrows.
Nathan finally saw the shuttle touch down. As a blue jumpsuit wearing Bacta-Works employee helped him with the supplies, he looked around for the other Jedi and Khalil in particular, knowing he was one of the most prominent NJO Masters...there was simply no way he could be left out of the loop forever, not when it came to Kytrand. So they had simply opted to just bring him into the secret.
When he saw Kytrand, than he was sure to see the potential.
And the necessity of keeping it a discreet affair known to only a few for now.
Not forever. Nathan had not forgotten his family's ancient directives and their ultimate plan for Kytrand:
It was a planet meant to help the Jedi, ultimately, and any government they supported.
A plan almost a thousand years in the making. A magnificent, grand world...
Armed with: Training Lightsaber (Blue Blade)
SIB-14 Pistol
He had worked it out with his wife, his daughter, Sera and his sisters to make his involvement as purely low level as possible. Almost incidental.
Part of the pros to him having sisters was that they were added to the employee list at Bacta-Works. This enabled a nice convenient excuse as to why he would have been invited aboard the Bacta-Works Cruiser called Grasp of Lysandra along with
Kahlil Noble
and a number of random Jedi Knights for a special trip.He was not the first Force User to be associated with Bacta-Works. Even before his invitation, he had established his presence as a Courier--
(Cutaway of Caesar's Legionnaires being turned into goo piles by a Plasma Rifle)
Operating in an Ambulance like capacity for the heavily wounded to Bacta-Works vessels in his spare time. He had made absolutely certain that this was the extent of his public involvement with the company. No employee on this vessel or on Kytrand itself had ever seen him unmasked in the presence of the corporate leadership. They would not be able to point him out.
Nathan was just a low level Padawan doing odd jobs, simply happening to be pulled into the secret Kahlil and a select few he chose were about to be made privy to.
The Grasp of Lysandra hovered over Tython, it's one kilometer long hull creating a minor eclipse over the temple it hovered over, the world being rebuilt below, a small shuttle being sent down from it to pick up the Jedi who had been invited.
Nathan, as usual, waited in his cheap robes, his training saber and stun pistol in their respective holsters. He was never seen in anything fancy. Never seen by other Jedi with more than a simple training lightsaber. This caused most Jedi, so used to watching their fellow members walk around with completely busted, over powered equipment, to overlook him as even more low tier and forgettable than he normally would have been. He was the unimportant NPC to their main character, useless to the main story mission that was their life. Unpopular, unremarkable, and as unimportant as could possibly be.
(Cutaway of Agent 47 grasping piano wire while sneaking up on a target)
Nathan waited with a bag containing three days supplies at the landing pad the shuttle was to pick them all up at. His robes, cheap and meant to draw as little attention to himself as possible, was damaged, his now cybernetic left arm exposed. It was a shiny, obsidian color, reflective like glass. He had lost his left arm saving a Jedi Knight from a Lightsaber thrown by a Lich that the Sith had left behind as a nasty surprise while clearing out temple ruins.
With his victory over another Sith abomination far earlier in his training (Which counted as his trial of skill and trial of courage passed at the same time), that was three trials passed. With that kind of success (and no real guidance from a current master) that was getting him more notice than he was used to. Jedi Knights sometimes did a double take at him now.
It was undeniable that he had done something genuinely good in both instances. But the fact he had done it without a current master in both cases (And hadn't even announced his actions in the much earlier instance) was finally raising some eyebrows.
Nathan finally saw the shuttle touch down. As a blue jumpsuit wearing Bacta-Works employee helped him with the supplies, he looked around for the other Jedi and Khalil in particular, knowing he was one of the most prominent NJO Masters...there was simply no way he could be left out of the loop forever, not when it came to Kytrand. So they had simply opted to just bring him into the secret.
When he saw Kytrand, than he was sure to see the potential.
And the necessity of keeping it a discreet affair known to only a few for now.
Not forever. Nathan had not forgotten his family's ancient directives and their ultimate plan for Kytrand:
It was a planet meant to help the Jedi, ultimately, and any government they supported.
A plan almost a thousand years in the making. A magnificent, grand world...