Nathan Bloodscrawl
House Bloodscrawl Patriarch
Onderon, many years ago...
A tale is finally finished ...
Nathan had been surprised at Iziz, capital of Onderon, and after killing his way through a city full of Sith and the Knights of Ren to protect a large number of civilians, had found himself at a dig site the imperials had made under a comms tower of all places.
It had led to an ancient chamber which he knew was affecting his mind, for now he was up against a warrior in great silver armor that had light escaping through the joints, battling him with a soft orange lightsaber blade that had flames dancing on the surface.
He fended off the attacks with his Personal Lightsaber, which he did not often like to display of Jedi, wearing what, at the time, had been one of his best armors, with dark blue robes and black plating. The warrior struck with an expert, measured, ferocity. It was a blend of Makashi and Djem So, a hybrid Nathan had rarely encountered but was always deadly. He became much more defensive minded, but started using Niman as opposed to Soresu, because he knew this enemy wasn't going to be one that tired out.
He defended and struck as necessary, and the armored being finally spoke once more.
"You have made errors. Grave errors that cost innocent people their lives. Why do you fight?"
"To atone for those errors..." Nathan answered, fending off a slash.
"A seemingly insurmountable task. Elaine Tear once sought to atone for her errors. And she slipped right back into them once her people 'forgave' her. What is to stop you from doing something similar?"
"Because I don't care if the world thinks I've atoned. I only care whether or not that I know that I have..." Nathan said.
"Atonement is often a subjective thing...what counts as Atonement to you?" It asked grimly as it slammed its blade against his, driving him to one knee.
"I'm not sure yet. I'll know when I see it..." Nathan answered back honestly. "I think it's putting an end to the Cult. But I ain't sure. So I fight...until I am..."
"A refusal to give up...such an attitude is very conducive to atonement...but is that enough for one who has made so many mistakes?" The armored figure asked as Nathan rolled out of the way of the next strike.
"What's it to you?" Nathan asked, guarding...
"All who wield what we once used become a part of it in some way. It only comes to those who have erred severely enough to warrant its magnificent power.
The silver armored warrior rushed him, battering his defenses in every style. Nathan defended in every style in response, until he missed a strike and had his lightsaber knocked from his hand.
"Your atonement has failed..." The armored warrior said, pointing the soft orange lightsaber blade at his throat.
"Like I said..." Nathan replied. "I don't care if the world thinks I have. I only care whether or not I know."
He rushed forward, dodging the strike and drop kicking his attacker, teleporting his own lightsaber into his hand.
"And I'll never give up until I know. And maybe not even then..." Nathan added, redoubling his attacks as the warrior rose. He resorted to pure Shii-Cho to attack his opponent from all angles until he finally disarmed him with a heavy blow to his blade--
--and then shut off his own lightsaber.
"I do not require or want whatever power you are offering. I'm leaving..." Nathan said. "Where is the exit?"
The silver armored warrior stood straight, arms folded.
"It is the one who neither wants no requires such power that is often the one who needs it most. There will come a time you will need it. But that time is not today. Nevertheless..." The warrior trailed, erupting in flames like the rest of the stone circle they had fought on, before Nathan opened his eyes to find himself inside a small, burnt looking chamber with a small pit in front of him.
Nathan stared down, seeing a small, teardrop-shaped crystal with orange bands, a soft orange light dancing within...
"That power is now yours for when that time comes..." The Warrior's voice said in his head.
Nathan bent down, eyes widening in shock when he realized what he was staring at.
"It can't be..." he trailed picking it up...
"It's...It's the Furnace of Ession!" he exclaimed...
He immediately pocketed it. He still needed to get those civilians off planet. But he was in deep shock...
Present: En route to Chandrila in: Keren-Class Corvette (Lysandra's Reckoning)
Wearing: Kenobi-Pattern Jedi Armor (Black robes, blue armor plating)
Jedi Temple Guard Mask (Cortosis Weave Durasteel, black color)
Chandrilla was now in the domain of the Empire, but Nathan wasn't going to let that stop him.
He was conducting his own search for the Imperial Superweapon, independent of the efforts of
Henna Ashina
and
Romi Jade
, refusing to trust visions. He would only accept hard, actionable intel.
Searching for the weapon, he believed, would be a relatively simple brute force process of elimination. The one place the weapon had to be was a planet in the deep core, and Nathan had sent his best spies out to seek it at great risk to themselves.
Why he was heading to Chandrila was because of the Crystal Canyons. The Force Crystals known to be there, as well as being the location of the third Barsen'thor's Tomb, would make it a tempting target for the Sith to try and locate and secure, the Force Crystals in particular, in case Solipsis had designs to incorporate them into whatever weapon he was making. (Nathan was guessing it to be a super laser, as this tracked with the last two superweapons Solipsis had made. He might even be trying to build something akin to Starkiller Base, but in a much smaller package).
He was also there on something of a rescue mission. Evidently, some Lightsworn Jedi had gotten the same idea about how the canyons might be mis-used. But they had been spotted and now a team of inquisitors was hunting them rather ruthlessly along with a full company of Stormtroopers. He had asked
Feng Huang
who had fought at the Lightsworn Attack at the Space Port to accompany him after catching her in action. Others might look down on her eagerness and aggressive nature. Nathan saw it as a bonus, provided it could be properly mastered into something that could protect the innocent and defeat the Sith. Nathan cared more about results and didn't nitpick much about means so long as the Dark Side was not used.
You have to have people who are moral. Who at the same time are able to utilize their primordial instincts in order to kill without feeling. His father told him in his youth.
(Cutaway of Captain Willard rising out of the mud in Apocalypse Now)
Nathan was in the meditation chamber of the ship. Nathan normally never meditated, considering it a waste of time. However, the mission was serious enough that it warranted finally deploying that which has rested so long in his private chambers in his mobile headquarters.
It rested next to two other crystals and the saber components necessary. One was a Plague Ankarres, the other was a blue Mestare Crystal.
He had no idea what would happen or would result from the effects. What he knew of the Furnace of Ession was hearsay, second hand knowledge. It was a relic virtually forgotten in the modern era. And it was not for lack of trying to discover more information on his part.
He closed his eyes and focused, feeling every part, including the terrible power of the Furnace and telekinetically lifted all the components up, fusing the electrical components together on the molecular level for maximum power efficiency. He had many blades, for many purposes. But it was his first time constructing a curved hilt Lightsaber.
The silvery object hummed silently with the dangerous power within, and Nathan activated it, the soft orange blade hissing out of the hilt. He tested the swing, noticing that due to the sheer power of the primary crystal, the swing and thrust was slightly slower than normal, meaning he would have to compensate with body enhancement powers. He shut it off, and switched to the secondary setting, the Plague Ankarres. The dull gray blade slid out. It swung normally. He shut it off and switched to the Mestare Crystal Setting and a sky blue blade slid out. He shut it off and left it on that setting after a few practice swings. He needed to know how the Furnace's meer proximity would affect the other crystals before he tried to figure out the primary settings full capacity.
He exited the meditation chamber.
"Padawan Huang?" He called out, wearing the black temple guard mask.
"We are nearly there. Have you prepared yourself?" he called out, looking for her.
A tale is finally finished ...
Nathan had been surprised at Iziz, capital of Onderon, and after killing his way through a city full of Sith and the Knights of Ren to protect a large number of civilians, had found himself at a dig site the imperials had made under a comms tower of all places.
It had led to an ancient chamber which he knew was affecting his mind, for now he was up against a warrior in great silver armor that had light escaping through the joints, battling him with a soft orange lightsaber blade that had flames dancing on the surface.
He fended off the attacks with his Personal Lightsaber, which he did not often like to display of Jedi, wearing what, at the time, had been one of his best armors, with dark blue robes and black plating. The warrior struck with an expert, measured, ferocity. It was a blend of Makashi and Djem So, a hybrid Nathan had rarely encountered but was always deadly. He became much more defensive minded, but started using Niman as opposed to Soresu, because he knew this enemy wasn't going to be one that tired out.
He defended and struck as necessary, and the armored being finally spoke once more.
"You have made errors. Grave errors that cost innocent people their lives. Why do you fight?"
"To atone for those errors..." Nathan answered, fending off a slash.
"A seemingly insurmountable task. Elaine Tear once sought to atone for her errors. And she slipped right back into them once her people 'forgave' her. What is to stop you from doing something similar?"
"Because I don't care if the world thinks I've atoned. I only care whether or not that I know that I have..." Nathan said.
"Atonement is often a subjective thing...what counts as Atonement to you?" It asked grimly as it slammed its blade against his, driving him to one knee.
"I'm not sure yet. I'll know when I see it..." Nathan answered back honestly. "I think it's putting an end to the Cult. But I ain't sure. So I fight...until I am..."
"A refusal to give up...such an attitude is very conducive to atonement...but is that enough for one who has made so many mistakes?" The armored figure asked as Nathan rolled out of the way of the next strike.
"What's it to you?" Nathan asked, guarding...
"All who wield what we once used become a part of it in some way. It only comes to those who have erred severely enough to warrant its magnificent power.
The silver armored warrior rushed him, battering his defenses in every style. Nathan defended in every style in response, until he missed a strike and had his lightsaber knocked from his hand.
"Your atonement has failed..." The armored warrior said, pointing the soft orange lightsaber blade at his throat.
"Like I said..." Nathan replied. "I don't care if the world thinks I have. I only care whether or not I know."
He rushed forward, dodging the strike and drop kicking his attacker, teleporting his own lightsaber into his hand.
"And I'll never give up until I know. And maybe not even then..." Nathan added, redoubling his attacks as the warrior rose. He resorted to pure Shii-Cho to attack his opponent from all angles until he finally disarmed him with a heavy blow to his blade--
--and then shut off his own lightsaber.
"I do not require or want whatever power you are offering. I'm leaving..." Nathan said. "Where is the exit?"
The silver armored warrior stood straight, arms folded.
"It is the one who neither wants no requires such power that is often the one who needs it most. There will come a time you will need it. But that time is not today. Nevertheless..." The warrior trailed, erupting in flames like the rest of the stone circle they had fought on, before Nathan opened his eyes to find himself inside a small, burnt looking chamber with a small pit in front of him.
Nathan stared down, seeing a small, teardrop-shaped crystal with orange bands, a soft orange light dancing within...
"That power is now yours for when that time comes..." The Warrior's voice said in his head.
Nathan bent down, eyes widening in shock when he realized what he was staring at.
"It can't be..." he trailed picking it up...
"It's...It's the Furnace of Ession!" he exclaimed...
He immediately pocketed it. He still needed to get those civilians off planet. But he was in deep shock...
Present: En route to Chandrila in: Keren-Class Corvette (Lysandra's Reckoning)
Wearing: Kenobi-Pattern Jedi Armor (Black robes, blue armor plating)
Jedi Temple Guard Mask (Cortosis Weave Durasteel, black color)
Chandrilla was now in the domain of the Empire, but Nathan wasn't going to let that stop him.
He was conducting his own search for the Imperial Superweapon, independent of the efforts of
Henna Ashina
and
Romi Jade
, refusing to trust visions. He would only accept hard, actionable intel.Searching for the weapon, he believed, would be a relatively simple brute force process of elimination. The one place the weapon had to be was a planet in the deep core, and Nathan had sent his best spies out to seek it at great risk to themselves.
Why he was heading to Chandrila was because of the Crystal Canyons. The Force Crystals known to be there, as well as being the location of the third Barsen'thor's Tomb, would make it a tempting target for the Sith to try and locate and secure, the Force Crystals in particular, in case Solipsis had designs to incorporate them into whatever weapon he was making. (Nathan was guessing it to be a super laser, as this tracked with the last two superweapons Solipsis had made. He might even be trying to build something akin to Starkiller Base, but in a much smaller package).
He was also there on something of a rescue mission. Evidently, some Lightsworn Jedi had gotten the same idea about how the canyons might be mis-used. But they had been spotted and now a team of inquisitors was hunting them rather ruthlessly along with a full company of Stormtroopers. He had asked
Feng Huang
who had fought at the Lightsworn Attack at the Space Port to accompany him after catching her in action. Others might look down on her eagerness and aggressive nature. Nathan saw it as a bonus, provided it could be properly mastered into something that could protect the innocent and defeat the Sith. Nathan cared more about results and didn't nitpick much about means so long as the Dark Side was not used.You have to have people who are moral. Who at the same time are able to utilize their primordial instincts in order to kill without feeling. His father told him in his youth.
(Cutaway of Captain Willard rising out of the mud in Apocalypse Now)
Nathan was in the meditation chamber of the ship. Nathan normally never meditated, considering it a waste of time. However, the mission was serious enough that it warranted finally deploying that which has rested so long in his private chambers in his mobile headquarters.
It rested next to two other crystals and the saber components necessary. One was a Plague Ankarres, the other was a blue Mestare Crystal.
He had no idea what would happen or would result from the effects. What he knew of the Furnace of Ession was hearsay, second hand knowledge. It was a relic virtually forgotten in the modern era. And it was not for lack of trying to discover more information on his part.
He closed his eyes and focused, feeling every part, including the terrible power of the Furnace and telekinetically lifted all the components up, fusing the electrical components together on the molecular level for maximum power efficiency. He had many blades, for many purposes. But it was his first time constructing a curved hilt Lightsaber.
The silvery object hummed silently with the dangerous power within, and Nathan activated it, the soft orange blade hissing out of the hilt. He tested the swing, noticing that due to the sheer power of the primary crystal, the swing and thrust was slightly slower than normal, meaning he would have to compensate with body enhancement powers. He shut it off, and switched to the secondary setting, the Plague Ankarres. The dull gray blade slid out. It swung normally. He shut it off and switched to the Mestare Crystal Setting and a sky blue blade slid out. He shut it off and left it on that setting after a few practice swings. He needed to know how the Furnace's meer proximity would affect the other crystals before he tried to figure out the primary settings full capacity.
He exited the meditation chamber.
"Padawan Huang?" He called out, wearing the black temple guard mask.
"We are nearly there. Have you prepared yourself?" he called out, looking for her.
