Nagate Hei
Lowly Jedi
A wash of sounds began to ebb into his ears. He fluttered his eyes open, foggy eyes, dust in the air and a concusion hindered his sight as he struggled to regain consciousness. He lay in a wasteland, a crater at the bottom of a pit of rubble. He had no idea where he was, or who he was for that matter. The last few years were now black in his mind. He looked himself over to make sure there were no other injuries. By his side lay a mask and a knife. He didn't know who they belonged to or how they and himself got to be at the bottom of this pit.
Standing up on aching legs, he stretched and looked around for some clue as to where he was or who he was or something. Slipping his hands into his jacket pockets like it was habitual, he discovered a note. Upon opening it and reading the writing...
You are Nagate Hei.
You are on Courscant.
It is under attack by the Sith.
You must hide.
He guessed he was infact this Nagate from the note, and aside from the immediate area, he still couldn't decide whether or not this was too Coruscant. But the Sith, he did not remember the Sith existing. He put away the note, snatched up the mask and knife, seeing that he was wearing a blade holster around his shoulders. Slipping on the mask so he could climb, Nagate clammered up the rubble to the top and stood to see a desolate world laid to ruins before him.
Where would he go next?
Standing up on aching legs, he stretched and looked around for some clue as to where he was or who he was or something. Slipping his hands into his jacket pockets like it was habitual, he discovered a note. Upon opening it and reading the writing...
You are Nagate Hei.
You are on Courscant.
It is under attack by the Sith.
You must hide.
He guessed he was infact this Nagate from the note, and aside from the immediate area, he still couldn't decide whether or not this was too Coruscant. But the Sith, he did not remember the Sith existing. He put away the note, snatched up the mask and knife, seeing that he was wearing a blade holster around his shoulders. Slipping on the mask so he could climb, Nagate clammered up the rubble to the top and stood to see a desolate world laid to ruins before him.
Where would he go next?