Private Father Figures

[Nathaniel Raxis]

It was dark.

It had been dark for a few hours. Nate wasn't quite sure what time it was, if he still had his watch he would have known. He assumed it was late, past midnight. A lot had happened since his brother had left Corellia, since his brother had left the family and disgraced everything that the Raxis name stood for.

The bar fight hadn't been pretty. In many ways, Nate assumed that it was the inner Corellian within him. The two that had started the fight (at least from his eyes) had been left bloody. Nate wasn't much better, the cut over his eye was dripping blood down his cheek. It was a very manly fight, fists connecting with flesh and bone.

Nathaniel hadn't even intended to be on Courscant, that was the important point. He had been following the trail of his father. Kei Raxis had vanished from the galaxy after everything that Cillian had done, after the disgrace that Cillian had brought to the Raxis family. Nathaniel had made the call to excommunicate his brother.

Technically, Nate assumed he was the head of the Raxis house. He wasn't sure if he wanted that, the responsibility for managing the family wealth and properties. He had been trained since he was a kid to manage the responsibility of his fathers properties. In many ways Nate assumed his father had always favored him due to his brothers recklessness.

He adjusted his white shirt, now stained red with blood from both himself and the man he had started fighting.

His father had mentioned the force many times, but Nate had never had to use it until tonight. He had only reached out, picked up a bottle to end the fight. The force had done the rest as far as he could tell. The bottle had come down hard against the back of the head, the crack and crunch it made was a lovely sound.

He assumed the relevant authorities would be alerted soon enough.

Nate had no issues with the authorities, his father had taught him the best way out of a local authority situation was money. You could bribe your way out of most situations, it was a perk of being in the one percent. Nate's biggest worry was that he would end up on local news, and then Cillian would find out where he was.

He walked into the darkness, and smiled.

Corala Gethsverg

 

[Corala Gethsverg]

Corala hated Coruscant, the reasons were many and she kept them to herself, but being the SIA director, she wasn't allowed to not be at her office; though she was looking into relocating it to somewhere less....political. One thing she did like though, was the lower wards, that place was great. It was for this reason alone she was down here, 'talent scouting' as she called it, looking for individuals who could become great assets for her organization; being in charge of SIA meant you had to be morally flexible, something Corala was well intending on doing. It was in the process of doing this that she heard about a 'rogue jedi' being whispered among the authorities, and knew that she might have a lead on a possible asset.

After a round of questioning and checking the scene out, Corala had a rough idea who she was looking for, and a possible blood trail to follow. He was a young man, possibly late teens to early twenties, short brown hair with green eyes, and overall just an angry young man; those were a dime in a dozen, but the blood she had from the scene being processed in her sensors would narrow that down. So, that's what she had been doing for the past few moments. Armed with her R-17 railgun pistol and combat skin suit, Corala wasn't going to let someone get the drop on her, but she was hoping that this young man would be open for talking; she could always have a force user in the ranks, even if he was young.

Nathaniel Raxis

 

[Nathaniel Raxis]

He walked.

He adjusted his jacket and sighed. The blood continued to drip from the cut over his eye, trickling gently down his face. He placed two fingers against the wound, looking at the blood which stained them. It hurt, but not badly. The overwhelming feeling was pure disappointment.

His father had always told him that being hit meant you were weak. He had always been told to never let another man hit him for it proved that you couldn't defend yourself. His father had told him that it came with being a Corellian, the ability to defend yourself.

He was angry at himself.

He figured the bleeding would stop itself, but just to be safe he figured it would be a good idea to get it checked out. He had been the victim of an infected would once, a fight with Cillian that hadn't gone in his favor. Kei had scaled both of them, and then realized the wound Nate had taken was infected. The time in the med center had been awful.

He shook his head.

He felt something. Almost as if it was a sixth sense. He wasn't sure what it was, if it was the force or just a gut feeling. Either way, he didn't like it. It was as if he was being followed, a cold feeling. He turned into a back alley and continued moving, just to be safe.

Corala Gethsverg