Private The Holocron

[Nathan Bloodscrawl]

Wearing: Ceremonial Stealth Robes, shadow silk mask

Armed With: Clandestine Blades

Arrived in: RSSH Shuttle

Edge of Diarchy Space, Unknown world...


The Blastboat entered the Atmosphere at a gentle descent, its owner's presence reduced to a gnat by the special robes he wore. It landed in a valley that was lush with trees.

Nathan Bloodscrawl stepped out of the craft, on a more private but of business than usual...

He had left a Holocron on this world during the Gulag Era, one made by his Mother. His biological mother.

So much had been going on in his life that he simply hadn't had time to retrieve it.

Nor had he really had time to reflect on his current circumstances.

He was playing a dangerous game, walking a tightrope. The unknown patriarch of a House that existed in the shadows, leader of a massive shadow army.

All in service to preserving Jedi-Aligned governments. With the possibility of exposure growing to be a distinct possibility more and more by the day, Nathan was starting to feel the pressure of leading an army he had never wanted control of. Hiding them, feeding them, knowing the penalties for his discovery would be undoubtedly severe.

But he couldn't reveal it yet. He was trapped.

Completely trapped.

In truth, this was the closest thing to truly pleasant diversion he had had in months beyond spending time with his wife and children, doing something for him

He had gone in an unarmed but well defended hospital shuttle, an unreleased model that had been built for a ship they were still searching for. Hopefully a non military medical vessel at the very edge of Diarchy territory would draw less attention than something with guns. He hadn't crossed in here looking to start some chit. He just wanted a little piece of his birth mother back in his life.

Nathan walked the forest incognito to its old hiding spot. Just get the Holocron, don't linger, and get the feth out before the military decided to to get curious. That is, if they even had detected it.

Simple.

(Cutaway of J. Jonah Jameson laughing uncontrollably)

But nothing about today was going to be simple
He knew it. The Force was telling him to brace himself.

He was about to fall under the radar of someone significant...


Diarch Rellik

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Edge of Diarchy Space Unknown World, Forest Perimeter
Inventory - Conviction - Blooded Seer Cloak - Spear

A burning fuselage crackled behind him, thick smoke curling into the canopy above. The Jedi ship, a small, elegant courier lay shattered across the treeline, gouging a smoldering scar through the green. The forest had fallen silent now. No birdsong. No animals.

Rellik had been hunting Jedi within the edge of his borders and having come across some as they were leaving out of the dockyard, he had chased them to this world and shot their ship down. Now, within the forest where they crashed; he was intent on finishing them off. The Diarchy's new mandate would not leave room for weakness.

Now, he was focusing on the force. He had to find a clearing and landed a good ways away from where the ship full of Jedi crashed. As he reached out he could feel them. Running. Afraid. With a burst of speed he shot out chasing them.

As he began catching up to them he heard them call out.

"We just need to make it to the medical ship we saw land. Keep running!"

It seems they are running to a shuttle they saw land earlier.

One tripped, with the other calling out for him. As the Jedi knelt, trying to get up - the Diarch had thrown his spear without losing speed. It crashed through the main body cavity of the one who fell. The spear ripping itself out of the man as it made its way back to Rellik on its own.

The other two he was still behind. Moving as fast as they could. Crying out for their fallen friend.

Closer. Closer. Closer. Rellik came to them. When he was in reach he pulled them both back to him with the force.

"We must fight." // "We were so close." // "I know but we have no choice now."

The Diarch merely watched as they deliberated. Breathing heavily and afraid. The braver one launched, blade raised high in a poste di falcone stance ready to strike downward. Rellik easily swayed to the side and dug his blade into the Jedi.

"Find your balance in the force before you die." Was whispered into the dying persons ear.

Now left alone with the last one Rellik threw his saber. Purposefully hoping to lower the force barrier of the last combatant. As the Jedi knocked away his blade with his own, Rellik reached out into the force and began to choke the life out of him.

The Diarch let out a hardy evil laugh that could certainly be heard from whatever medical shuttle they were hoping to reach and all of the area nearby. He augmented it with the force purposefully to mock the fallen warrior.

Nathan Bloodscrawl