Wearing:
Interceptor Gear
Armed With:
Old Mercenary Set (Damaged)
Mercenary Slugthrower (Empty)
Came to Lothal in: C-70 Charger
Objective: 2
His fuel situation had taken him to Lothal to hide.
His ship was so old and so outdated it didn't even register as a possible military threat, and he had been allowed to land on the planet after passing inspection. He had nothing.
He landed in the wild parts, deeply hesitant to go to the grasses of Lothal due to how it reminded him of Dantooine.
His shield and spear were significantly damaged still, the spear snapped in half with only its vibro electronics, and the Shield had taken such a beating it would barely hold up in a fight. But it was all he had. almost out of supplies. No food. Barely any repair parts. An empty gun.
He had no ID. No Citizenship. No Identification papers of any sort that would allow him to get a proper job. He was stuck foraging for supplies. So he landed in the wild, a fair distance from the Lothal temple. Which he could not sense, and did not want to go to.
He needed to find a way to make a fire and eat. He was running low on energy. He needed something. Anything. Even a rodent would do at this point.
Nathan had eventually set out, looking for game in his pitch black biker leathers, beard having grown a bit.
(Character Theme Song Power Up)
(Theme:
"Man With A Harmonica" by Ennio Morricone Plays)
Nathan Bloodscrawl walked the land of Lothal, and nothing paid him mind. A dark spot walking across a green land with broken weapons, broken like his memories were, like his command of the Force was. He could do nothing with it, sense nothing with it.
For that, he was greatful. He didn't want it again. Once had been enough.
Nathan's stomach grumbled, like it had since near the end of the trip through hyperspace.
He spotted a lake in the distance. He expected there was something in it to eat.
He kept a lookout. Lothal was safer than most worlds, but no place is ever truly free of danger.
The wind blew past his hair and skin, and it stirred nothing in him. The sun shined gloriously above and he felt no invigoration. The land was beautiful, and green, and tingling with life and potential and he felt no hope, his expression grim and mirthless, his dull green gaze scanning the landscape with the casualness of a deliveryman checking a off a delivered package from his list.
No Hope. But also no Fear.
He debated with himself, as he walked, what exactly his plan was. After he found food, then what? He had no money to buy more fuel, and no real means of acquiring funding beyond getting possibly lucky at scavenging.
But even if he solved all his current problems, what was his actual plan after that? He wasn't looking to play Hero. Probably better off in a factory somewhere.
A low pitch growl caught his attention. He went still, heart rate not going above 70 bpm.
The
Loth Wolf, its fur a slick golden color like its eyes approached. He remained still.
"Hmm...strange smell..." the Wolf remarked in a deep, oily baritone. (Your muscles, they're different: 90 XP)
Nathan's expression remained unchanged.
"I'm not bothering anyone. I just went looking for something to eat. At that lake there." Nathan said.
"The Force has guided me here. and it never lies. Welcome to Lothal."
"What do you
want, Wolf?" Nathan asked tersely.
"You have been pulled from death. My eyes can see it. You have been to this world before. You went by a different name."
"Keep your sight to yourself, Wolf, and leave my nature from your thoughts." Nathan replied curtly and turned to walk away.
The growl from the wolf did not stop his walk.
"You are bold to turn your back on a Wolf of Lothal." The Loth Wolf said.
"If you're gonna eat me then do it..." Nathan replied casually. "May you
choke if you do."
"So eager to die?"
"Certainly not eager to talk to a Loth Wolf." Nathan replied coldly. "I just want something to eat. Find someone
else to manipulate."
"You see guidance as manipulation."
"Isn't it?" he asked rhetorically. "Leave me be, Wolf. Let my past rest in its grave."
"A guest does not get to tell the Master their priorities, Morris Crownwraithe."
Nathan didn't stop at the mention of that name.
"Don't know who you're talking about, Wolf."
"Yes... perhaps you don't, at that. Allow me to remind you..."
A howl from the wolf and suddenly Nathan was falling through blackness.
He hit the floor of ancient stone. It was dark all around him.
Nathan grimaced.
"All I wanted was something to eat."
Nathan began walking, and realized he was in the Lothal Temple. Nobody had come in yet.
Nathan began walking, light filtering through cracks in the roof...
"I don't want this..." Nathan said to himself. "Not again. Never again." (Kotor reference # 7776445544!: 90 XP)
"You hear me, you damned furball?! I SAID I DON'T WANT IT!" Nathan said, suffering a rare loss of temper.
He got his breathing under control. Might as well scavenge. He wouldn't take artifacts. He wasn't suicidal.
Nathan attempted to ignore the tingling in the back of his skull. He knew the stones of this place still had juice in them. Knew they were trying to whisper to him. He refused to listen. Refused to hear it. Would not hear it.
He began searching it's passages for something he could use, patiently scanning. He didn't flinch as a Loth Cat jumped out from the rubble, hissing.
He stepped back, watching it sniff him, then scrunch it's large, round face, hiss again, and run off.
Nathan traveled down one passage, spotting old tapestries of ancient Jedi in meditation. He experienced exactly
zero nostalgia. He headed for a chamber and spotted an old workbench, a small Molecular Furnace. Bins of scrap, carbon, old Electronics.
He immediately went to work, gathering repair parts, a fusion cutter, and began executing repairs on his shield first.
The snap hiss of a Lightsaber caught his attention. He stopped his repairs, turning slowly.
A
Jedi Training Droid, armed with an Indigo- Colored
Kyber Crystal Lightsaber, stood in the entrance, in a Two Handed Form 1 grip.
It was rusted. Bits of it's internals were exposed through gashes in its chassis.
"In-tru-der..." It vocalized with a malfunctioning vocabulator.
Nathan held his broken spear to one side.
"Not by choice."
"All in-tru-ders must be de-stroyed."
Nathan sighed.
"Let's go."
The Droid attacked him rapidly with a series of overhead power blows, that began to cut a little further into his Cortosis weave Durasteel shaft with each blow.
He was driven backward, not having any true dueling technique, only able to crudely block ferocious strikes.
He rolled to its side, barely evading it's swipe, he heard the hum in his spear go dead.
He scrambled for his shield, barely getting it up before the Droid was striking it as well, biting through half centimeter by half centimeter with every blow.
Nathan timed it so when it pulled back for another strike, he charged, slamming into it violently with his shield and knocking the Lightsaber aside.
He smashed his now unpowered kite shield against the Droid repeatedly, but a blow from it's fist smashed his cheek and flung him backward, and he was exhausted from lack of food and water anyway. So he was more stunned than he would have been. Survival instinct made him duck the swipe for his head. He grabbed its arms, it's Droid hands trying to force the Lightsaber to his face.
His expression remained unchanged, though blood now poured down an open cut on his forehead.
He was hurled backward , dodging the strike and running out, now weaponless as it gave chase.
He ran trying to get as much distance as he could, seeking somewhere to hide, or some way to fight back.
He tripped over debris, tumbling to the ground, He spotted a mummified woman's corpse, covered in a reflective, metallic gray catsuit, clutching a
DC-15S.
He scrambled for it, wheeling around just as the Droid closed in.
He pulled the trigger, not afraid of the possibility it might be empty.
He didn't fear death. Death no longer held any surprises for him.
The spray of automatic fire blasted the Droid apart. The Lightsaber blade barely missed his face (He didn't bother to blink) as it tumbled away from the Droid, shutting off as it clattered to the ground.
Nathan rose up, dusted himself off, then went and stared at the Lightsaber.
If he took it, he could sell it. It would immediately solve a lot of his financial problems.
But he'd have to touch it.
He
refused to.
His stomach growled badly. He spotted a small Loth Rat and took aim.
"Sorry, little guy..." He said, firing...
Later on...
He had scavenged enough repair parts to use his broken vibro spear, converting it into a vibro knife to skin the dead rat, and parts from the Droid and the work bench had been used to make a basic heating plate to crudely cook the rat meat on. A simple nail, sterilized with intense heat from a makeshift electric lighter, served as an eating utensil.
It tasted awful, but he ate it anyway.
He felt some strength return. He then set back to work fixing his shield. Paint job was trashed, but he needed it functional, not pretty.
He began scavenging raw materials, sticking them into the Molecular Furnace and converting the materials, entering in the programming to create ammunition, nearby printers churned out the desired products...
("Super 16" by Neu! Plays)
(Nathan has acquired supplies!)
4X Clip of 45. ACP Ammo (7 round capacity)
Welding Goggles
Fusion Torch
Advanced Bio Stabilizer Mask
Tusken Raider Bandolier (1)
Stun Gauntlet (1)
Knuckle plate vibro blade (1)
Poncho (hooded, black)
Nathan took his items and proceeded to leave the chamber, deciding to go investigate the corpse he had found, hoping it might have medical supplies...
Valery Noble
, Sword of the Jedi, Commander in Chief Solarus Fynch had sent invitation to those of the Alliance and the New Jedi Order for talks of peace, collaboration, and co-existence. With a weary population, the looming threat of the neighboring Empire, and increasing pressure from criminal third parties, Commander Fynch hopes that bridges with the Galactic Alliance may help put Lothal on the path to solace in a time where tension in the galaxy is at an exponential high...
