Nathan Bloodscrawl
House Bloodscrawl Patriarch
Wearing: Interceptor Gear
Armed With: Nathan's Jedi Lightsaber
Location: Epica
Nathan Bloodscrawl, Watchman of The Epican System, was surveying the 39 Jedi that had gone with him after his spat on Ilum with the traditionalists in the confines of an old airbase in the mountains he was keeping off the radar from the authorities. He had quietly refurbished it over the years, and it sported top grade medical equipment, the injured Jedi being treated by defectors from House Io--biots known to them as the Medical Nuetralizer Model 1 , but unknown to the Jedi being treated. They looked like female supermodels of various human or near human species in matching skintight red catsuits. Some of the Jedi were in Bacta Tanks, others recovering from necessary surgery.
And Nathan was privately at a loss of how he was to accomplish what he was attempting... forming his own Enclave.
He watched the medical activity from a balcony above in the repurposed hangar, contemplating his situation. The two Masters that had joined him were major helps so far. They were his new staff by default.
But more was needed.
He had never tried to form an Enclave of his own before.
He needed advice. Because he didn't want to go to war with the Jedi in the process...he would not follow his daughter's path.
He thought of who might be a sympathetic ear, or at least, a Neutral Party.
After thinking a moment, he had sent a message to
Alexandra Feanor
to meet him on Alderaan.
He had left the base to journey to the remains of his old home here, now a long abandoned shack in the Yarwhod Commune where he had told her to meet him. He had sent a pilot droid in his ship, Lysandra's Reckoning , to pick her up if she accepted, and would be free to bring whoever she wished to guarantee her personal safety.
Nathan waited on the grassy plains next to the shack for his ship to show with her, or a message from the Droid telling him she had declined...
Armed With: Nathan's Jedi Lightsaber
Location: Epica
Nathan Bloodscrawl, Watchman of The Epican System, was surveying the 39 Jedi that had gone with him after his spat on Ilum with the traditionalists in the confines of an old airbase in the mountains he was keeping off the radar from the authorities. He had quietly refurbished it over the years, and it sported top grade medical equipment, the injured Jedi being treated by defectors from House Io--biots known to them as the Medical Nuetralizer Model 1 , but unknown to the Jedi being treated. They looked like female supermodels of various human or near human species in matching skintight red catsuits. Some of the Jedi were in Bacta Tanks, others recovering from necessary surgery.
And Nathan was privately at a loss of how he was to accomplish what he was attempting... forming his own Enclave.
He watched the medical activity from a balcony above in the repurposed hangar, contemplating his situation. The two Masters that had joined him were major helps so far. They were his new staff by default.
But more was needed.
He had never tried to form an Enclave of his own before.
He needed advice. Because he didn't want to go to war with the Jedi in the process...he would not follow his daughter's path.
He thought of who might be a sympathetic ear, or at least, a Neutral Party.
After thinking a moment, he had sent a message to

He had left the base to journey to the remains of his old home here, now a long abandoned shack in the Yarwhod Commune where he had told her to meet him. He had sent a pilot droid in his ship, Lysandra's Reckoning , to pick her up if she accepted, and would be free to bring whoever she wished to guarantee her personal safety.
Nathan waited on the grassy plains next to the shack for his ship to show with her, or a message from the Droid telling him she had declined...