Nathan Bloodscrawl
House Bloodscrawl Patriarch
A REPORT ON PADAWAN NATHAN BLOODSCRAWL FOR MASTER CALTIN VANAGOR
Wearing: Nathan's Robes
Armed with: Training Lightsaber (Blue)
Scrap Sonic Pistol (2 Reloads)
Gas Pellets (24)
Tools
All-Kit Tool
Personal Energy Shield (3 charges)
Hover Light (Baseball Sized)
Despite being secretly one of the most powerful men in the Alliance, in public, on Coruscant, Nathan was nothing but an odd, barely-any-name outlier of a Padawan in the Jedi, a background figure that not much was known about. Considered an average, unremarkable scavenger.
Which was how he liked it. It was the great paradox that the lower ranks had provided him the greatest cover for his clandestine work. He demonstrated little ambition but high competence. He demonstrated an aptitude for Hostage Rescue, in particular. Occasionally he assisted the GADF, making some of the younger Padawans than he think he had some sort of military or law enforcement background.
He was not always traveling, delivering supplies or messages as a Courier. Even he could get Jet Lag.
The TIE/SRRET he traveled in was used. Dented. Scratched. He couldn't LOOK like somebody important. His equipment had to be what a Padawan could conceivably attain. And that meant the safest bet was to only be seen ever carrying a Training Lightsaber and the most dirt cheap equipment to supplement, though never anything lethal. Nathan was only willing to kill in an all out combat setting against the Sith and their servants. Or the Cult of The Brain Demon.
Nathan was eating one of his own company's UMF Cheeseburgers on top of his shuttle at a Sunny Dock on Coruscant, noting the taste. If he was willing to sell it, he had better be willing to eat it.
So far, it matched in everyway to a REAL bacon cheeseburger, to which he felt some small amount of relief. He had strategically placed the vending machines that sold these throughout the senate district and beyond. Not just to maximize the chance of a hungry person in need of cheap food making a purchase but so he himself would never be far from a cheeseburger on the ground.
He had come a long way from those days on Dantooine.
And still the pain of his shredded bond to a forever-dead Lysandra remained. Still the despised bond to her killer remained.
Nathan wondered what Lysandra would think of him now. Would she even vaguely recognize him as the man she had married?
It distressed him to ask it. And it distressed him to not know the answer. To never be able to know it.
Have I gone mad like my daughter did?
Every day, it now seemed, he asked that at least once in his head, searching for an answer in either the positive or negative. A Padawan ran a giant black ops Jedi PMC, had the ear of the Chancellor himself now through his Android daughter, Sera, and was overseeing the start of the largest humanitarian relief effort in Alliance space ever.
He was THE partner in Alliance Shadows. The Jedi version of Wilson-freaking-Fisk. He had corporate outlets, hidden military outlets, from here on Coruscant itself to all the way where the RTL had once been. And Bacta-Works influence was spreading to other core worlds.
Have I gone mad as my daughter did?
No mere Padawan was supposed to have that much reach.
Nathan constantly searched himself now. For signs of avarice. For signs of desiring power. Was having an absurd amount of wealth avarice? Was having the Chancellor listening to what your daughter said a thirst for power? Nathan didn't want to rule the Galaxy, just stack the deck so high in his favor that he would be able to fully eradicate the cult and help the Alliance win the war. Was that so wrong? It wasn't like he was being irresponsible...
Nathan finished the burger, his troubled question unanswered. He didn't really have the time to ponder it.
He teleported down and was startled by a familiar voice as he opened the hatch.
"Nathan?" called the voice of a woman he had fought alongside once-and had ended up abandoning at a dance.
Nathan turned to the voice from his past in the trade league. There she was. Slightly older. In civilian clothes. She looked happy.
("The Shadows of Paris" Plays OOC)
Kinea Lewellyn walked up to him smiling.
"It's been such a long time! I haven't seen you since the Trade League fell!" his former wingmate in the Wild Knights said.
"I'm glad you made it out of Susevfi alive, Kinea..." Nathan replied as pleasantly as possible. "What brings you here, specifically?"
"I was picking up something at the lost and found..." she answered, seemingly deeply surprised to have run into him. "Seems I found you first before what I was looking for."
Kinea, in spirit at least, reminded him so much of his first wife it had hurt when he had gotten to known her. He had started feeling something and shut it down before it could go further. It was why he had ended up keeping his distance save missions ...he could not have bared the idea of leading another like Lysandra to a fate worse than death just from being near him.
"You look well, Lewellyn..."
Kinea smiled. "Yeah, I landed on my feet. Left the order though. Back injuries."
"I'm sorry to hear that. Do you miss it?"
Kinea thought about it a moment.
"Not as much as I thought. I got married, actually. He's a mechanic..."
"Oh. That's good to hear..." he replied sincerely. "Are you also a mechanic?"
"Bank Teller." she answered. "Saving up money to leave Coruscant."
"Really?"
"Yeah. After that last invasion, I think we'll be better off on the fringes somewhere."
"Not a bad theory..." he replied, still seeing signs of the devastation. Good large portions of the city were still getting repaired.
"What about you, Nathan?" Kinea asked.
"Still a Padawan."
"Oh! Well, how far are you on the trials?"
"They'll happen when they are meant to. Not before." he replied.
Kinea nodded. "Will of the Force and all that..."
She shrugged, the wind blew between them. He wondered if she still remembered how that dance ended. Did it matter if she did?
Nathan didn't ask. No use drudging up old memories.
"Is it a nice life, retirement?" Nathan asked.
Kinea paused.
"I enjoy it. Why? You thinking of jumping ship?" Kinea asked innocently.
"Afraid not. Too much to do." Nathan answered.
"Why am I not surprised?" Kinea asked bemusedly. "Good 'ol Nathan "No-Break" Bloodscrawl, Busiest Padawan in the Trade League..."
He gave her a rare, small smile, which made her raise an eyebrow.
"You...you smiled..." Kinea said in quiet astonishment. "You never smiled in the Trade League...you have changed..."
"Perhaps..." he admitted.
Silence between them on the open air docking bay.
"Nathan?" she said after a moment.
"Yes, Kinea?"
"There's something I've always wanted to ask you...but...you don't have to answer if you don't want to." she said hesitantly, shifting her posture in mild discomfort.
"Let's hear it and I'll decide."
She paused a moment.
"Were you a Jedi Knight? Once? Before the League?" she asked quietly.
The safety of his entire operation could depend on his answer. If she blabbed to anyone, all his efforts could be compromised.
He looked at her and saw only Lysandra, for a split second.
"Yes..." he answered in a very quiet voice. "I was."
The wind rustled their hair.
Kinea stared at him.
"What happened?" she asked.
"One singular moment..."
(Cutaway of The Battalion being created)
"...of spite..." he finished, looking deeply unhappy in a way she had never seen...but nevertheless confirming to her once and for all that no matter how machine like he tended to be ...
...deep down there was a man. A man still paying for a terrible mistake of some kind...but a man.
Kinea walked up to him.
"You cannot hide forever." she warned gently.
"I know." Nathan replied.
He turned away, looking at the sun lit city.
"It is inevitable that I will be discovered eventually." he admitted.
"What happens then?"
"I don't know." he admitted. "But I have too many things to do until then."
"What...kinds of things?" Kinea asked.
"I now have a question for you, Kinea."
Kinea nodded. "Go ahead."
Nathan turned back to her.
"Do you believe that I am an enemy of the Alliance? Of the Jedi?" he asked, walking up to her.
"Look at me first. Then answer." he added.
They started at one another for a whole minute. Despite the sounds of passing speeders, you could have heard a pin drop, rising sunlight casting strange shadows on both their faces.
She studied him intensely. More intensely than she had ever studied anyone in her life.
Kinea held his gaze, and sighed.
"No..." she answered finally. "I don't believe you are a threat to either."
Nathan finally blinked.
"Thank you, Kinea. I always trusted your judgement." Nathan responded in almost a whisper.
Nathan held out his hand.
"I wish you all the best in life, Kinea. All the best."
Kinea took his hand and shook it...
"Whatever you do..." he added as he shook her hand. "Don't come back. To the Order, I mean. No one in the entire history of this profession has ever truly, fully gotten out, gone back in, and truly, fully escaped a second time."
"I'll be sure to remember that..." Kinea replied earnestly, knowing in the Force this was the last time they would ever talk to each other. Even he sensed that from here, their paths would diverge permanently, and not intersect again.
He was grateful. He sensed she would be safe from here on out.
Kinea reached into her pocket, pulled out a small green key card with a serial number on it, handing it to him.
"I always carried it on me. Just in case. Don't think I'll need it anymore." she said as he examined it.
"Secured storage in the underworks..." she said. "Take care of yourself, Nathan Bloodscrawl. May the Force be with you."
"Likewise, Kinea Lewellyn." he replied earnestly.
He watched as Kinea walked off to the lost and found office in the docking bay, retrieved what looked like a wallet, and headed for a waiting repulsor taxi.
Before she got in, she turned to face him one final time, and waved.
Nathan waved back.
Kinea then got in the Taxi and he watched it speed off...
Nathan felt a rare amount of immense sadness that he could not explain.
And though he didn't know it...
Kinea felt just the same...
One hour later...
Nathan had gone to the address on the keycard, owned by a skinny Trandoshan with blue scales who had taken him to the Storage Container #21. It was a dank, damp place in the works with exposed piping and rows of containers. Quiet. Out of the way.
Nathan slid the keycard into the lock-slot next the door, which retracted and rolled upwards.
He stepped in once the owner had left and stared at a small box sitting on a table at the end of the storage unit and approached it. It was held closed by a simple latch. He opened it, and pulled out the old, battered, stained durasteel hilt. He hit the switch and a yellow lightsaber blade shot out. Kinea's old weapon. She must have lied about losing it, he realized, shutting it off, sticking it in an inner sleeve where he kept a special action holster hidden.
He exited the Storage Area, and headed back to his shuttle to depart when he heard a large rumble and saw people running away from something and then he was running, heard the whine of speeders as he saw a police speeder streak over the streets, chasing after a repulsor truck flying way too fast. He teleported to the truck top, grabbed and hung on, nearly getting thrown off, rushing by buildings.
He climbed down to the side, smashed through the transparisteel window, barely dodging blasts from a blaster as one arm seized the piloting controls, forcing the truck to make a controlled swerve around the corner, making sure to avoid civilians as Nathan forced a controlled spin into a impact safety zone filled with simple but large barrels where there was no one present, teleporting away just as the truck careened through the barrels and smacked hard into a particularly ancient looking wall with pipes that shattered on impact in a run down underworks cul de sac...
Nathan picked himself up, looked for anyone who might have been hit on the way. When satisfied no such thing had occured he went back to the truck, which had fallen on its side, teleported to where the side hatch was and ripped it off, pulling out the Rodian criminal inside and holding him upside down by the leg without any sign of strain as the police units showed up.
"What's he wanted for?" Nathan asked as he dumped the dazed criminal in front of the police Droids.
"Robbed a Jewelry store..." The Droids answered. "Half a million in merchandise stolen."
"He made you chase him for five hundred thousand..." Nathan said with a snort. "What a world..."
Nathan went back to the crash impact and noticed a hole where the truck impacted. He went to it, peered in, and teleported inside.
He stopped, bewildered by his luck.
It was a vast stone chamber guarded by inactive, floating Golden Spheres, and the symbol of the Jedi Order on tattered banners above them. At the center of which was a turbolift made of transparent material bearing the symbol of the order.
Nathans mouth fell open when he saw just under the Jedi Symbol, the ancient, long forgotten symbol of his own family.
No way he could cover this up.
Resignation in his voice, he turned to the Droid Policemen.
"Get any Jedi in range down here... quickly." he instructed...
Caltin Vanagor
AGE: UNKNOWN (APPEARS TO BE IN HIS LATE THIRTIES TO EARLY FORTIES)
BIRTH PLANET: UNKNOWN
RECRUITMENT DATE: UNKNOWN (RECORDS MISSING/DESTROYED--ATTRIBUTED TO CHAOS OF PRIOR WAR WITH THE MAWITES--EARLIEST SURVIVING RECORDED DATE OF HIS TIME IN THE GA JEDI ORDER IS FIGHTING ALONGSIDE THE GADF AT THE BATTLE OF EXEGOL.)
RECRUITER: UNKNOWN. SEVERAL HAVE BEEN POSITED TO HAVE BEEN HIS RECRUITER, BUT ALL ARE DEAD/MISSING, AS WELL AS A CONFLICT OF DATES CASTING POSSIBLE DOUBT ON THEIR BEING THE ACTUAL RECRUITER OF SUBJECT. LOCAL KNIGHTS NOTED THEIR PEERS AND YOUNGER RANKS ALL SEEMED TO BELIEVE AT LEAST NINE SEPARATE, WILDLY DIFFERENT STORIES OF HOW AND WHEN (AND BY WHOM) SUBJECT WAS RECRUITED WHEN DIRECTLY QUESTIONED, FURTHER COMPLICATING EFFORTS AT SOLID DOCUMENTATION OF EXACT MOMENT SUBJECT BEGAN OPERATING IN THE GA ORDER
HISTORY PRIOR TO JOINING
MASTER VANAGOR, PLEASE NOTE THAT EXTENSIVE, ALMOST EXHAUSTIVE EFFORTS WERE RESORTED TO IN ORDER TO PIECE TOGETHER ANYTHING EVEN SLIGHTLY RESEMBLING DURACRETE FACTS OF SUBJECT'S PRIOR ACTIVITY. THIS EFFORT HAS ONLY BEEN ABLE TO BE CARRIED OUT IN THE PAST THIRD OF THE YEAR DUE TO FINALLY HAVING ENOUGH TIME TO INVESTIGATE, WITH THE ACCOUNTS BELOW DUG UP FROM EXTREMELY OBSCURE RECORDS. IT CANNOT BE CONFIRMED WITH ONE HUNDRED PERCENT CERTAINTY IT IS INDEED THE SUBJECT THAT IS THE DISCUSSION OF THESE ACCOUNTS IN ALL CASES.
PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE
ACCOUNTS FROM ABOVE AND STORIES FROM PADAWANS AND KNIGHTS WHO HAVE RUN INTO HIM DESCRIBE A MAN WHO NEVER MAKES SMALL TALK. SUBJECT IS NOTED TO VERY RARELY EXPRESS ANY REAL EMOTION (THOUGH AT TIMES, A SUBTLE, EXTREMELY DRY SARCASM HAS BEEN NOTED BY THOSE WHO HAVE ENCOUNTERED HIM.)
AFFECTATION IMPLIES SOMEONE AFFECTED BY SEVERE PSYCHOLOGICAL SHOCK. SUBJECT DISPLAYS A NOTED EVASIVENESS IN THEIR PERSONAL HISTORY, GIVING ONLY EXTREMELY VAGUE, GENERAL ANSWERS, OR SO-CALLED "MATHEMATICIAN ANSWERS". POSSIBLE LONG TERM COMBAT STRESS EXTENDING FROM TEENAGE YEARS, INDICATING POSSIBLE BACKGROUND AS CHILD SOLDIER. CROSS REFERENCES WITH OTHER PROFILES FROM PRISONERS OF WAR INDICATE A POSSIBLE STORMTROOPER-LIKE INDOCTRINATION THAT HE MAY HAVE BEEN SUBJECTED TO FROM EARLY CHILDHOOD, IN ADDITION TO POSSIBLE GENETIC MODIFICATIONS OF AN UNKNOWN TYPE THAT MAY HAVE PERMANENTLY AFFECTED HIM AT THE NEUROLOGICAL LEVEL. DISPLAYS DETERMINATION AND HIGH FOCUS. CHILLY, QUIET PERSONA MAKES HIM DIFFICULT TO APPROACH. HOWEVER, IF THE PRIOR ACCOUNTS ARE TO BE BELIEVED, SUBJECT SEEMS TO POSSESS A COMPULSION TO HELP OTHERS IN DANGER
NOTABLE ATTRIBUTES
SUBJECT DISPLAYS MUCH HIGHER THAN AVERAGE STRENGTH OF A TYPICAL HUMAN BEING, OBSERVED LIFTING AN OPPONENT OFF THE GROUND BY THE LEG ONE HANDED DURING ONE ENGAGEMENT AND HURLING THEM INTO ANOTHER OPPONENT. POSSESSES IMMENSE STAMINA, WHICH SUPPORTS HYPOTHESIS OF POSSIBLE GENETIC MODIFICATION.
APTITUDE FOR DECRYPTION AND SIGNAL INTELLIGENCE NOTED. NOTED LINGUIST IN MULTIPLE LANGUAGES, INCLUDING MANDALORIAN, WHETHER WRITTEN OR SPOKEN. ALSO SPEAKS, READS, AND WRITES FLUENT ANZAT, BOTHAN, HUTTESE AND HAS MINOR UNDERSTANDING OF MORE OBSCURE DIALECTS. THIS HAS MADE HIM ON OCCASION INCREDIBLY USEFUL AT CREATING TRANSLATION SOFTWARE.
SUBJECT PRIMARILY SEEMS TO RELY ON SORESU FOR LIGHTSABER COMBAT. IN THE FEW TIMES SUBJECT HAS BEEN OBSERVED USING THE FORCE, A NOTED SKILL AT TELEPORTATION WAS OBSERVED, BOTH HIMSELF AS WELL AS DISTANT OBJECTS, EVEN PEOPLE. DISPLAYS KNOWLEDGE OF PYROKINESIS. IF THE ACCOUNT ON KINYEN IS TO BE BELIEVED, SUBJECT MAY ALSO POSSIBLY KNOW HOW TO HIDE HIS PRESENCE IN THE FORCE.
ONE EXTREMELY UNUSUAL THING OF NOTE IS THAT ON THE FEW OCCASIONS HE WAS SHOWN MANIFESTING FORCE LIGHT BY OTHER PADAWANS IT COALESCED INTO THE FORM OF A SPEAR THAT HE THROUGH, WHICH BURST INTO A SHOWER OF BLINDING SPARKS ON IMPACT.
SUBJECT SEEMS TO DISPLAY PREFERENCE FOR NON LETHAL ARMAMENTS. OF THE LAST FEW YEARS HE HAS BEEN SEEING ONLY CARRYING A TRAINING LIGHTSABER. HOWEVER SUBJECT IS ALSO A FIGHTER PILOT.
CURRENT ACTIVITIES
SUBJECT AIDS IN DECRYPTION, PROGRAMMING, AND SCOUT DUTIES DURING GA MISSIONS. OFF DUTY, HE OPERATES AS A COURIER BETWEEN JEDI ENCLAVES, DELIVERING VITAL MESSAGES AND SUPPLIES BETWEEN THEM ON AN ALMOST CONSTANT BASIS. NO PERMANENT MASTER ASSIGNED. SUBJECT DISPLAYS SKILLS AS A PHYSICIAN, PARTICULARLY AT THE TREATMENT OF BURN WOUNDS. SUBJECT IS NOTED TO MAKE VERY LITTLE TO NO NOISE WHEN MAKING NEARLY ANY MOVEMENT. IF FORCED TO RESORT TO FIREARMS, SUBJECT SEEMS TO EXCLUSIVELY PREFER STUN WEAPONS OR WEAPONS TO TAKE OUT DROIDS.
THREAT ASSESSMENT
SUBJECT DISPLAYS CAPACITY AS A DANGEROUS CLOSE RANGE COMBATANT DUE TO IMMENSE STRENGTH. TELEPORT ABILITY POSES A UNIQUE RISK, ALLOWING HIM TO BYPASS CERTAIN ATTACKS AND DEFENCES ENTIRELY, CREATE UNIQUE HAZARDS IN THE FORM OF TELEPORTING OBJECTS OF HIGH WEIGHT FROM ABOVE OR OBJECTS OF LARGE OR SMALL SIZE AROUND OPPONENTS, AS OBSERVED BY PADAWANS AND KNIGHTS WHO HAVE WORKED ALONGSIDE SUBJECT. PLEASE NOTE COURIER ACTIVITIES COMPLICATE SUBJECT MONITORING TO A HIGH DEGREE, AND THE WAR HAS FURTHER COMPLICATED ATTEMPTS TO KEEP TRACK OF EVERY STUDENT. HE HAS, HOWEVER, ESTABLISHED ROUTES TO MULTIPLE ENCLAVES SUCH AS THE JAKKU ENCLAVE AND EVEN THE VONNUVI HERDSHIP.
ASSESSMENT: MEDIUM RISK. SUBJECT HAS BEEN NOTED TO HAVE RESOLVED MULTIPLE HOSTAGE INCIDENTS IN ALLIANCE SPACE, AND REMAINS A NOTED CONTRIBUTOR IN THE ORDER'S LESS GLAMOROUS ACTIVITIES, WITH A KNACK FOR LOCATING VITAL MATERIALS AND MAPPING UNCHARTED STAR SYSTEMS. HOWEVER, THESE UNCOVERED SIGNS OF PSYCHOLOGICAL DISTRESS WILL NEED FUTURE MONITORING UNTIL A PERMANENT MASTER CAN BE LOCATED OR UNTIL NATHAN'S FATE IN THE ORDER CAN BE PROPERLY DECIDED AT MORE APPROPRIATE DATE. IT MUST BE MENTIONED THAT NATHAN WAS PRESENT IN AIDING THE EVACUATION OF STUDENTS IN THE RAID ON THE OSSUS ENCLAVE, AND BARRING THE UNANSWERED QUESTIONS, HAS NEVER BEEN ANYTHING LESS THAN A MODEL, OBEDIENT STUDENT WHEN INSTRUCTED. FOR THIS REASON, IT WAS STRONGLY ARGUED THE ASSESSMENT BE REDUCED TO LOW, INITIALLY, BUT THE SUBJECT'S UNCANNY ABILITY AT TELEPORTATION, REPORTED BY JEDI SUCH AS LOSSA DARCUHL, IMMENSE STRENGTH, HIGH INTELLIGENCE, AND POSSIBLY VERY HIGH SKILLS AT EVASION AND POSSIBLE MILITARY BACKGROUND BUMPED THE RATING UP TO MEDIUM.
OTHERS ARGUED THE ASSESSMENT SHOULD BE AT HIGH, FOR PRECISELY THE REASONS LISTED ABOVE.
REPORT ENDS
BIRTH PLANET: UNKNOWN
RECRUITMENT DATE: UNKNOWN (RECORDS MISSING/DESTROYED--ATTRIBUTED TO CHAOS OF PRIOR WAR WITH THE MAWITES--EARLIEST SURVIVING RECORDED DATE OF HIS TIME IN THE GA JEDI ORDER IS FIGHTING ALONGSIDE THE GADF AT THE BATTLE OF EXEGOL.)
RECRUITER: UNKNOWN. SEVERAL HAVE BEEN POSITED TO HAVE BEEN HIS RECRUITER, BUT ALL ARE DEAD/MISSING, AS WELL AS A CONFLICT OF DATES CASTING POSSIBLE DOUBT ON THEIR BEING THE ACTUAL RECRUITER OF SUBJECT. LOCAL KNIGHTS NOTED THEIR PEERS AND YOUNGER RANKS ALL SEEMED TO BELIEVE AT LEAST NINE SEPARATE, WILDLY DIFFERENT STORIES OF HOW AND WHEN (AND BY WHOM) SUBJECT WAS RECRUITED WHEN DIRECTLY QUESTIONED, FURTHER COMPLICATING EFFORTS AT SOLID DOCUMENTATION OF EXACT MOMENT SUBJECT BEGAN OPERATING IN THE GA ORDER
HISTORY PRIOR TO JOINING
MASTER VANAGOR, PLEASE NOTE THAT EXTENSIVE, ALMOST EXHAUSTIVE EFFORTS WERE RESORTED TO IN ORDER TO PIECE TOGETHER ANYTHING EVEN SLIGHTLY RESEMBLING DURACRETE FACTS OF SUBJECT'S PRIOR ACTIVITY. THIS EFFORT HAS ONLY BEEN ABLE TO BE CARRIED OUT IN THE PAST THIRD OF THE YEAR DUE TO FINALLY HAVING ENOUGH TIME TO INVESTIGATE, WITH THE ACCOUNTS BELOW DUG UP FROM EXTREMELY OBSCURE RECORDS. IT CANNOT BE CONFIRMED WITH ONE HUNDRED PERCENT CERTAINTY IT IS INDEED THE SUBJECT THAT IS THE DISCUSSION OF THESE ACCOUNTS IN ALL CASES.
DESPITE IT STILL BEING UNCERTAIN AS TO EXACTLY WHEN OR HOW (OR BY WHOM) SUBJECT WAS RECRUITED INTO GA JEDI ORDER, EYEWITNESS ACCOUNTS OF SOMEONE ALLEGEDLY MATCHING SUBJECT'S DESCRIPTION TURNED UP WITH ENOUGH DIGGING, STARTING WITH A FORMER IMPERIAL OFFICER WHO FLED THE IRON SUN AND PUBLISHED HIS MEMOIRS ON HIS DEATHBED, RECOUNTING A NEAR FATAL INCIDENT WHERE HIS LIFE WAS SAVED BY A MYSTERIOUS VAGRANT:
"First Thing I noticed was that he never changed expression. Everything was dull to him. We'd gotten descriptions of someone living unauthorized on the plains, scavenging equipment from an old battlefield nearby and hunting the local wildlife."
"He was real still when we landed. Didn't move a muscle. Didn't look scared. Dressed in rags. Didn't look like he was eating well either. Shack was empty. All he had was an old pistol with a scope and laser sight in a box, and a spear and shield in the back. Guy himself was tall. Dark hair and beard. Green eyes."
"I won't say his name. I owe him that much. Anyway, we run the scans... nothing. He's clean. No record. And by no record I mean NO record. As in he doesn't exist in any database, period. No prints. Says he's a refugee. He mighta been, but I was never certain if he was telling the truth. He didn't offer resistance. I didn't think he was a spy, but I didn't wanna get caught disobeying protocol by cutting him loose, so I order him up into the shuttle and off we went to turn him over to ISB."
"Not five minutes we are in the air and the engine gets a catastrophic malfunction. We plummet from the sky. I see my life flashing before my eyes."
"Cue the Vagrant sailing into the pilot seat as we tumble. I dunno what he did or how while the rest of us were disoriented, but he pulls the shuttle up just five seconds from before there would have been no hope of not crashing."
"We landed, and I had so much adrenaline going in me it wasn't funny. I look at the fella. No change in expression. Didn't even seem winded."
"I knew I wouldn't be going home to my wife that night if not for him, so I decide to take the biggest risk of my whole life and I order our scans of him wiped, and the record altered saying that whoever had been in that shack had been gone for days. I gave him money to skip town. I dunno what happened to him after that. But I never forgot that Stony glare. The resignation in his voice..."
THE DATES AND DESCRIPTION OF THE VAGRANT VAGUELY CORRESPOND WITH AN ACCOUNT GIVEN BY JEDI GAEL VARZIN IN AN INCIDENT ON KRANT IN WHICH HIS LIFE WAS SAVED BY AN INTERLOPER. THIS WAS APPARENTLY THE VERY FIRST TIME ANY GA JEDI ENCOUNTERED NATHAN, WHO SEEMED TO BE A TRANSIENT IN THIS POINT OF HIS LIFE. IT SEEMS TO BE THE VERY FIRST TIME HE IS IDENTIFIED BY HIS FIRST NAME IN ANY ACCOUNT, IF HE IS INDEED THE SAME INDIVIDUAL THAT WAS DESCRIBED IN THE OFFICER'S INCIDENT ON DANTOOINE:
Krant was an utter sideshow and a half. One of the monsters had me wounded and my back to the wall when this guy in black biker gear shows up. I'd have been finished for sure if he hadn't. Real creepy. Real still. Dark head of hair and beard. Had green eyes that were like frosted emerald."
"He never gave me his last name. He just followed me to assist Master Vanagor in protecting a bunch of children and cleared out after without staying to explain himself. Said his name was Nathan. He fought mechanically almost. But he possessed exceptional strength. I had a team sweep through the area after he disappeared. He had been killing a bunch of those things before he ran into us. All I really know is that I owe him my life."
THE NEXT ACCOUNT BEARING AN INDIVIDUAL MATCHING THE DESCRIPTION GIVEN BY KNIGHT VARZIN ON KRANT COMES FROM A NOW DECEASED JEDI NAMED MIRI NIMDOK WHO WAS DEBRIEFED LATER AFTER THIS INDIVIDUAL (IDENTIFIED IN THE ACCOUNT AS "NATHAN ARNOLD") ASSISTED HER IN CAPTURING A DOUBLE AGENT. THERE IS AN EYEWITNESS REPORT FROM A WOMAN WHO TESTIFIED SURVIVING A VIOLENT ROBBERY ATTEMPT ON LOTHAL THAT SAME DAY:
"I didn't notice them at first. I should have. I cut through an alley to get home faster. They had me surrounded and they were all stronger and armed. They were trying to take my purse from me."
"That was when he showed up. Just...outta nowhere. He was standing there telling them to let me go or he would kill them. He had real icy green eyes, and his expression was like the lights were on but nobody was home."
"They tried to ambush him, but he used some sorta crazy move to survive it. He never looked scared. Never panicked. I ran, like they did, but in an opposite direction. I dunno whatever happened to the guy, but it was a good thing he came along when he did. They could have really hurt me if he hadn't shown up."
THE NEXT ACCOUNT IS MUCH MORE DIFFICULT TO VERIFY AS IT WAS TAKEN FROM A GROUP OF SURVIVORS WHO ESCAPED DEATH AT THE HANDS OF AN OFFSHOOT OF SITH KNOWN AS THE CULT OF THE BRAIN DEMON, WELL KNOWN ASSOCIATES OF THE FALLEN JEDI LAERTIA IO:
"Those sadistic monsters dress like supermodels in skintight clothing, but their hearts are that of Demons! They're EVIL! They skinned my whole family alive in their rituals in front of me, and inflicted tortures upon me I dare not describe. They kept us in cages, men, women and children, filling our heads with nightmares daily. I was certain we were dead because they had just started to unlock our cages and pull my sisters last surviving son out when we heard a roar, like a monster, in the facility."
"There was shouts. Shooting. Explosions. I thought the Alliance or the Jedi had found us, and they were sending a team to wipe these skin shifting abominations eating our souls out. But it wasn't."
"It was one man in black armor, dark hair and beard. He was covered in gore and blood. He rampaged through the facility and killed everyone else before reaching us. He HATED the witches. You could see it in his eyes as he roared like a feral animal, killing Sith Sorceresses with his bare hands. He killed them all. And that's good, because they were despicable. He looked all zoned out when he broke our cages open so we didn't go near him. He helped us escape. We would all be dead if not for him. Whoever he is, he saved the lives of over forty people that day."
TWO POSSIBLE ACCOUNTS OF AN ENCOUNTER WITH THE SUBJECT OCCURS ON CORUSCANT, WITH THE VICTIM OF AN ASSAULT IN THE UNDERWORKS DESCRIBES AN UNEXPECTED RESCUE:
"I'd made the mistake of getting lost and wandering into the wrong Gang Territory and ended up paying for it. Bastards started hitting me as soon as I couldn't pay. I thought I was dead. They were stomping me pretty hard."
"Then, outta nowhere, I see this black blur that just starts trashing them. He didn't kill anyone. But I barely got a look at his face. I think he had a beard, I dunno..."
"Anyway, he just walks off, leaves me there. I run for my life. Never been so grateful for a last minute save."
2nd ACCOUNT:
"The Slavers had been herding us in for weeks when he came and dropped in out of nowhere. Didn't say anything, just started shooting stun blasters at our captors. Looked unhappy. Tall fellow. Had dark hair. Beard too. Black biker gear. He mopped the floor with them by himself and deactivated our slave collars. Those monsters were gonna ship us to Kessel! We'd have been doomed if that weirdo hadn't shown up at the last possible second."
"But we were all scared of him. Creepy bastard. Moved like a robot."
THE SUBJECT WAS NEXT ENCOUNTERED ON KINYEN BY THEN PADAWAN KAION:
"They had been attacking farming settlements for days. My master and I got ambushed."
"I was about to be overwhelmed when this strange man in biker gear comes, brandishing a vibro shield. He helps take them down, but he wouldn't give me is name. I sensed some sort of weird static about him in the Force. I couldn't sense emotion. Dark hair. Really green eyes."
"He never gave me his name. We journeyed together at first then I got captured by a Dark Side Apprentice to the one controlling a group of the local bandits attacking the farmers. The guy pretends to leave, but some how follows without the apprentice sensing it. He ambushed the apprentice and managed to free me and a lawyer named
Vera Mina
, and managed to evacuate a bunch of innocent people in the process. He also saved my Master's life and killed The Dark Jedi that was there, because when we came back to where the civilians were kept, we found the Darksider dead from a duel. Who was he? I have no clue. All I know is that I could have lost my Master as well as my own life if he had not showed."
MUCH MORE CONCRETE EVIDENCE OF SUBJECT ACTIVITIES BEGIN TO OCCUR IN THE RIMWARD TRADE LEAGUE, WITH THE EARLIEST, TOTALLY CONCLUSIVE AFFIRMATION OF AN ENCOUNTER WITH A MAN INDISPUTABLY BELIEVED TO BE THE SUBJECT OF AT LEAST SOME OF THE PREVIOUS ACCOUNTS OCCURS ON SULLUST, IN THE RUINS OF A JEDI TEMPLE, WHEN A MINER TRAPPED BY DEBRIS WAS RESCUED BY A SCAVENGER:
"The local rock creatures had been driven berserk by something, and we ended up running for our lives. I didn't know I was in the remains of the old Sullust Temple until one of the support pillars fell on me."
"I was in severe pain, couldn't breathe well due to the dust, and one of the creatures was near. But then a stranger showed. Real grim faced for a human. Tall. Black clothes. Green eyes. He gets the debris off me and gets me to safety, finds other Jedi. He even refuses a reward. No social skills though. Something...empty...when you looked in his eyes. Like the lights were on but nobody is there. Turns out one of the Jedi there was one of the bigwigs in the league,
Elias Edo
."
"No idea what he was doing there. I got the weird feeling to this day that even HE didn't know what he was doing there."
THE NEXT INSTANCE OF THE SUBJECT BEING SPOTTED BY MULTIPLE NUMBERS OF PEOPLE IS THE FIRST TIME THE SUBJECT IS IDENTIFIED BRANDISHING A LIGHTSABER SEEMINGLY OF THEIR OWN CREATION (IDENTIFIED BY WITNESSES AS A BLUE BLADE SLIGHTLY DARKER IN COLOR THAN NORMAL JEDI GUARDIAN BLUE. NOTE: CURRENT LOCATION OF THIS WEAPON IS NOT IN SUBJECT'S KNOWN INVENTORY IN THE GA JEDI ORDER. ITS FATE IS AS YET UNKNOWN)
"There had been an attack on our world's government and the thugs in office took it as an excuse to start rounding up everyone. A squad had pulled up to the street and dragged out my family. They were about to stuff us all into the repulsor truck when he showed up."
"Seemed stiff. Moved like a droid almost. Real piercing green eyes. He demanded they release us, brandishing this lightsaber that had a weird, dark blue blade. They say no of course. Took them down fast. Saved a baby and a bunch of other folks, got us through a military checkpoint and helped us escape. Real cold though. Like he didn't know how to talk to people or something."
THE SUBJECT'S HISTORY BEGINS TO BE SLIGHTLY MORE CONCRETE AT THIS POINT FROM A DOCUMENTATION PERSPECTIVE. HE IS DEFINITIVELY IDENTIFIED AS ONE OF THE ACES FIGHTING ON BEHALF OF THE RTL. INCLUDED IS THE PERSPECTIVE OF A PILOT IN THAT CONFLICT:
"He was just some nobody, I thought. A loser merc flying second rate equipment."
"That was until I saw him start downing them in that old Aurek of his, Lysandra-1, I think it was called."
"He flew like he had been born in the damn thing. He just started shredding all these crazy advanced ties with it. Then when that thing gets too damaged, he has to land, grabs an A-Wing, and just outright became an ace like three times over that day. Not surprised to find out the Wild Knights recruited him down the road."
THE NEXT CONFIRMED SIGHTING OF SUBJECT IS AT THE DAGOBAH JEDI TEMPLE, BASED ON THE ANONYMOUS ACCOUNT OF A FORMER ATTENDANT AT THE MEETING THAT TOOK PLACE THAT DAY:
"I had seen him around in the league before, but had no idea he was a Force User until he showed his face there."
"Walked real stiff, almost droid like. Didn't really talk. Something about him made others wary. Like he was out of place...yet just there anyway. Seemed to take orders from what I heard. Mobile sort of Jedi from what I later read. Whatever his personal qualities, the Jedi there let him aboard. Guess the positives outweighed the negatives."
ACCOUNT OF PADAWAN KINEA LEWELLYN, WILD KNIGHTS PILOT:
"Real serious fellow. Not rambunctious and loud like a lot of the Wild Knights tended to be."
"By all accounts he was solid. But he needed serious people skills. Then we got on the ground to rescue hostages in the ship graveyard of Kirdo 3, and I got lessons in stealth that stuck with me to this day. It wasn't all him of course, I got us both through some real difficult spots undetected. But watching that man pull it off without taking a single life in the process, with all hostages successfully recovered as well as a lost battleship? Yeah. He definitely wasn't a rookie. No way."
EARLIEST KNOWN ACCOUNT OF THE SUBJECT FULLY OPERATING ALONGSIDE THE JEDI OF THE GA, AS MENTIONED PREVIOUSLY, IS AT THE BATTLE OF EXEGOL. NOTE THAT IN ALL THIS TIME, SUBJECT WAS NOT IDENTIFIED BY LAST NAME. THE NAME 'BLOODSCRAWL' SHOWED UP ON ALLIANCE I.D.'S ABOUT TWO YEARS INTO HIS SERVICE IN THE ORDER, WHEN DETAILS OF HIS DUEL CITIZENSHIP IN THE TRADE LEAGUE WERE FULLY WORKED OUT
"I was part of a GADF team assigned to breach the Citadel at Exegol. They sent some Padawan with a blue staff saber. Nathan, I think his name was." (NOTE: THIS IS ONE OF THE FEW TIMES SUBJECT WAS SPOTTED USING A SABERSTAFF WEAPON IN GA SPACE.)
"He wasn't a slacker. Pulled his weight. Not preachy like a lot of 'em tend to be. He used that staff like it was a weed whacker. We even got the help of the Demon of Jedha to breach the place after he actually managed to convince the freak to help us."
"Citadel was nasty. He was just as nasty, ripping into the Sith ranks. Almost as mean as the Demon herself, who tore a swath through that whole temple once she was in. Nathan himself got into a nasty duel with an assassin. Some of us died. But more of us would have died if he hadn't been there."
RECENTLY RECOVERED ACCOUNTS/SPECULATION END HERE. SUBJECT SEEMS TO HAVE SPENT TIME IN-BETWEEN THE TRADE LEAGUE JEDI AND THE GA JEDI, AND SEEMED TO HAVE BEEN NOTED AS AN ALMOST SUPERNATURALLY COMPETENT SCAVENGER.
"First Thing I noticed was that he never changed expression. Everything was dull to him. We'd gotten descriptions of someone living unauthorized on the plains, scavenging equipment from an old battlefield nearby and hunting the local wildlife."
"He was real still when we landed. Didn't move a muscle. Didn't look scared. Dressed in rags. Didn't look like he was eating well either. Shack was empty. All he had was an old pistol with a scope and laser sight in a box, and a spear and shield in the back. Guy himself was tall. Dark hair and beard. Green eyes."
"I won't say his name. I owe him that much. Anyway, we run the scans... nothing. He's clean. No record. And by no record I mean NO record. As in he doesn't exist in any database, period. No prints. Says he's a refugee. He mighta been, but I was never certain if he was telling the truth. He didn't offer resistance. I didn't think he was a spy, but I didn't wanna get caught disobeying protocol by cutting him loose, so I order him up into the shuttle and off we went to turn him over to ISB."
"Not five minutes we are in the air and the engine gets a catastrophic malfunction. We plummet from the sky. I see my life flashing before my eyes."
"Cue the Vagrant sailing into the pilot seat as we tumble. I dunno what he did or how while the rest of us were disoriented, but he pulls the shuttle up just five seconds from before there would have been no hope of not crashing."
"We landed, and I had so much adrenaline going in me it wasn't funny. I look at the fella. No change in expression. Didn't even seem winded."
"I knew I wouldn't be going home to my wife that night if not for him, so I decide to take the biggest risk of my whole life and I order our scans of him wiped, and the record altered saying that whoever had been in that shack had been gone for days. I gave him money to skip town. I dunno what happened to him after that. But I never forgot that Stony glare. The resignation in his voice..."
THE DATES AND DESCRIPTION OF THE VAGRANT VAGUELY CORRESPOND WITH AN ACCOUNT GIVEN BY JEDI GAEL VARZIN IN AN INCIDENT ON KRANT IN WHICH HIS LIFE WAS SAVED BY AN INTERLOPER. THIS WAS APPARENTLY THE VERY FIRST TIME ANY GA JEDI ENCOUNTERED NATHAN, WHO SEEMED TO BE A TRANSIENT IN THIS POINT OF HIS LIFE. IT SEEMS TO BE THE VERY FIRST TIME HE IS IDENTIFIED BY HIS FIRST NAME IN ANY ACCOUNT, IF HE IS INDEED THE SAME INDIVIDUAL THAT WAS DESCRIBED IN THE OFFICER'S INCIDENT ON DANTOOINE:
Krant was an utter sideshow and a half. One of the monsters had me wounded and my back to the wall when this guy in black biker gear shows up. I'd have been finished for sure if he hadn't. Real creepy. Real still. Dark head of hair and beard. Had green eyes that were like frosted emerald."
"He never gave me his last name. He just followed me to assist Master Vanagor in protecting a bunch of children and cleared out after without staying to explain himself. Said his name was Nathan. He fought mechanically almost. But he possessed exceptional strength. I had a team sweep through the area after he disappeared. He had been killing a bunch of those things before he ran into us. All I really know is that I owe him my life."
THE NEXT ACCOUNT BEARING AN INDIVIDUAL MATCHING THE DESCRIPTION GIVEN BY KNIGHT VARZIN ON KRANT COMES FROM A NOW DECEASED JEDI NAMED MIRI NIMDOK WHO WAS DEBRIEFED LATER AFTER THIS INDIVIDUAL (IDENTIFIED IN THE ACCOUNT AS "NATHAN ARNOLD") ASSISTED HER IN CAPTURING A DOUBLE AGENT. THERE IS AN EYEWITNESS REPORT FROM A WOMAN WHO TESTIFIED SURVIVING A VIOLENT ROBBERY ATTEMPT ON LOTHAL THAT SAME DAY:
"I didn't notice them at first. I should have. I cut through an alley to get home faster. They had me surrounded and they were all stronger and armed. They were trying to take my purse from me."
"That was when he showed up. Just...outta nowhere. He was standing there telling them to let me go or he would kill them. He had real icy green eyes, and his expression was like the lights were on but nobody was home."
"They tried to ambush him, but he used some sorta crazy move to survive it. He never looked scared. Never panicked. I ran, like they did, but in an opposite direction. I dunno whatever happened to the guy, but it was a good thing he came along when he did. They could have really hurt me if he hadn't shown up."
THE NEXT ACCOUNT IS MUCH MORE DIFFICULT TO VERIFY AS IT WAS TAKEN FROM A GROUP OF SURVIVORS WHO ESCAPED DEATH AT THE HANDS OF AN OFFSHOOT OF SITH KNOWN AS THE CULT OF THE BRAIN DEMON, WELL KNOWN ASSOCIATES OF THE FALLEN JEDI LAERTIA IO:
"Those sadistic monsters dress like supermodels in skintight clothing, but their hearts are that of Demons! They're EVIL! They skinned my whole family alive in their rituals in front of me, and inflicted tortures upon me I dare not describe. They kept us in cages, men, women and children, filling our heads with nightmares daily. I was certain we were dead because they had just started to unlock our cages and pull my sisters last surviving son out when we heard a roar, like a monster, in the facility."
"There was shouts. Shooting. Explosions. I thought the Alliance or the Jedi had found us, and they were sending a team to wipe these skin shifting abominations eating our souls out. But it wasn't."
"It was one man in black armor, dark hair and beard. He was covered in gore and blood. He rampaged through the facility and killed everyone else before reaching us. He HATED the witches. You could see it in his eyes as he roared like a feral animal, killing Sith Sorceresses with his bare hands. He killed them all. And that's good, because they were despicable. He looked all zoned out when he broke our cages open so we didn't go near him. He helped us escape. We would all be dead if not for him. Whoever he is, he saved the lives of over forty people that day."
TWO POSSIBLE ACCOUNTS OF AN ENCOUNTER WITH THE SUBJECT OCCURS ON CORUSCANT, WITH THE VICTIM OF AN ASSAULT IN THE UNDERWORKS DESCRIBES AN UNEXPECTED RESCUE:
"I'd made the mistake of getting lost and wandering into the wrong Gang Territory and ended up paying for it. Bastards started hitting me as soon as I couldn't pay. I thought I was dead. They were stomping me pretty hard."
"Then, outta nowhere, I see this black blur that just starts trashing them. He didn't kill anyone. But I barely got a look at his face. I think he had a beard, I dunno..."
"Anyway, he just walks off, leaves me there. I run for my life. Never been so grateful for a last minute save."
2nd ACCOUNT:
"The Slavers had been herding us in for weeks when he came and dropped in out of nowhere. Didn't say anything, just started shooting stun blasters at our captors. Looked unhappy. Tall fellow. Had dark hair. Beard too. Black biker gear. He mopped the floor with them by himself and deactivated our slave collars. Those monsters were gonna ship us to Kessel! We'd have been doomed if that weirdo hadn't shown up at the last possible second."
"But we were all scared of him. Creepy bastard. Moved like a robot."
THE SUBJECT WAS NEXT ENCOUNTERED ON KINYEN BY THEN PADAWAN KAION:
"They had been attacking farming settlements for days. My master and I got ambushed."
"I was about to be overwhelmed when this strange man in biker gear comes, brandishing a vibro shield. He helps take them down, but he wouldn't give me is name. I sensed some sort of weird static about him in the Force. I couldn't sense emotion. Dark hair. Really green eyes."
"He never gave me his name. We journeyed together at first then I got captured by a Dark Side Apprentice to the one controlling a group of the local bandits attacking the farmers. The guy pretends to leave, but some how follows without the apprentice sensing it. He ambushed the apprentice and managed to free me and a lawyer named
Vera Mina
, and managed to evacuate a bunch of innocent people in the process. He also saved my Master's life and killed The Dark Jedi that was there, because when we came back to where the civilians were kept, we found the Darksider dead from a duel. Who was he? I have no clue. All I know is that I could have lost my Master as well as my own life if he had not showed."MUCH MORE CONCRETE EVIDENCE OF SUBJECT ACTIVITIES BEGIN TO OCCUR IN THE RIMWARD TRADE LEAGUE, WITH THE EARLIEST, TOTALLY CONCLUSIVE AFFIRMATION OF AN ENCOUNTER WITH A MAN INDISPUTABLY BELIEVED TO BE THE SUBJECT OF AT LEAST SOME OF THE PREVIOUS ACCOUNTS OCCURS ON SULLUST, IN THE RUINS OF A JEDI TEMPLE, WHEN A MINER TRAPPED BY DEBRIS WAS RESCUED BY A SCAVENGER:
"The local rock creatures had been driven berserk by something, and we ended up running for our lives. I didn't know I was in the remains of the old Sullust Temple until one of the support pillars fell on me."
"I was in severe pain, couldn't breathe well due to the dust, and one of the creatures was near. But then a stranger showed. Real grim faced for a human. Tall. Black clothes. Green eyes. He gets the debris off me and gets me to safety, finds other Jedi. He even refuses a reward. No social skills though. Something...empty...when you looked in his eyes. Like the lights were on but nobody is there. Turns out one of the Jedi there was one of the bigwigs in the league,
Elias Edo
.""No idea what he was doing there. I got the weird feeling to this day that even HE didn't know what he was doing there."
THE NEXT INSTANCE OF THE SUBJECT BEING SPOTTED BY MULTIPLE NUMBERS OF PEOPLE IS THE FIRST TIME THE SUBJECT IS IDENTIFIED BRANDISHING A LIGHTSABER SEEMINGLY OF THEIR OWN CREATION (IDENTIFIED BY WITNESSES AS A BLUE BLADE SLIGHTLY DARKER IN COLOR THAN NORMAL JEDI GUARDIAN BLUE. NOTE: CURRENT LOCATION OF THIS WEAPON IS NOT IN SUBJECT'S KNOWN INVENTORY IN THE GA JEDI ORDER. ITS FATE IS AS YET UNKNOWN)
"There had been an attack on our world's government and the thugs in office took it as an excuse to start rounding up everyone. A squad had pulled up to the street and dragged out my family. They were about to stuff us all into the repulsor truck when he showed up."
"Seemed stiff. Moved like a droid almost. Real piercing green eyes. He demanded they release us, brandishing this lightsaber that had a weird, dark blue blade. They say no of course. Took them down fast. Saved a baby and a bunch of other folks, got us through a military checkpoint and helped us escape. Real cold though. Like he didn't know how to talk to people or something."
THE SUBJECT'S HISTORY BEGINS TO BE SLIGHTLY MORE CONCRETE AT THIS POINT FROM A DOCUMENTATION PERSPECTIVE. HE IS DEFINITIVELY IDENTIFIED AS ONE OF THE ACES FIGHTING ON BEHALF OF THE RTL. INCLUDED IS THE PERSPECTIVE OF A PILOT IN THAT CONFLICT:
"He was just some nobody, I thought. A loser merc flying second rate equipment."
"That was until I saw him start downing them in that old Aurek of his, Lysandra-1, I think it was called."
"He flew like he had been born in the damn thing. He just started shredding all these crazy advanced ties with it. Then when that thing gets too damaged, he has to land, grabs an A-Wing, and just outright became an ace like three times over that day. Not surprised to find out the Wild Knights recruited him down the road."
THE NEXT CONFIRMED SIGHTING OF SUBJECT IS AT THE DAGOBAH JEDI TEMPLE, BASED ON THE ANONYMOUS ACCOUNT OF A FORMER ATTENDANT AT THE MEETING THAT TOOK PLACE THAT DAY:
"I had seen him around in the league before, but had no idea he was a Force User until he showed his face there."
"Walked real stiff, almost droid like. Didn't really talk. Something about him made others wary. Like he was out of place...yet just there anyway. Seemed to take orders from what I heard. Mobile sort of Jedi from what I later read. Whatever his personal qualities, the Jedi there let him aboard. Guess the positives outweighed the negatives."
ACCOUNT OF PADAWAN KINEA LEWELLYN, WILD KNIGHTS PILOT:
"Real serious fellow. Not rambunctious and loud like a lot of the Wild Knights tended to be."
"By all accounts he was solid. But he needed serious people skills. Then we got on the ground to rescue hostages in the ship graveyard of Kirdo 3, and I got lessons in stealth that stuck with me to this day. It wasn't all him of course, I got us both through some real difficult spots undetected. But watching that man pull it off without taking a single life in the process, with all hostages successfully recovered as well as a lost battleship? Yeah. He definitely wasn't a rookie. No way."
EARLIEST KNOWN ACCOUNT OF THE SUBJECT FULLY OPERATING ALONGSIDE THE JEDI OF THE GA, AS MENTIONED PREVIOUSLY, IS AT THE BATTLE OF EXEGOL. NOTE THAT IN ALL THIS TIME, SUBJECT WAS NOT IDENTIFIED BY LAST NAME. THE NAME 'BLOODSCRAWL' SHOWED UP ON ALLIANCE I.D.'S ABOUT TWO YEARS INTO HIS SERVICE IN THE ORDER, WHEN DETAILS OF HIS DUEL CITIZENSHIP IN THE TRADE LEAGUE WERE FULLY WORKED OUT
"I was part of a GADF team assigned to breach the Citadel at Exegol. They sent some Padawan with a blue staff saber. Nathan, I think his name was." (NOTE: THIS IS ONE OF THE FEW TIMES SUBJECT WAS SPOTTED USING A SABERSTAFF WEAPON IN GA SPACE.)
"He wasn't a slacker. Pulled his weight. Not preachy like a lot of 'em tend to be. He used that staff like it was a weed whacker. We even got the help of the Demon of Jedha to breach the place after he actually managed to convince the freak to help us."
"Citadel was nasty. He was just as nasty, ripping into the Sith ranks. Almost as mean as the Demon herself, who tore a swath through that whole temple once she was in. Nathan himself got into a nasty duel with an assassin. Some of us died. But more of us would have died if he hadn't been there."
RECENTLY RECOVERED ACCOUNTS/SPECULATION END HERE. SUBJECT SEEMS TO HAVE SPENT TIME IN-BETWEEN THE TRADE LEAGUE JEDI AND THE GA JEDI, AND SEEMED TO HAVE BEEN NOTED AS AN ALMOST SUPERNATURALLY COMPETENT SCAVENGER.
PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE
ACCOUNTS FROM ABOVE AND STORIES FROM PADAWANS AND KNIGHTS WHO HAVE RUN INTO HIM DESCRIBE A MAN WHO NEVER MAKES SMALL TALK. SUBJECT IS NOTED TO VERY RARELY EXPRESS ANY REAL EMOTION (THOUGH AT TIMES, A SUBTLE, EXTREMELY DRY SARCASM HAS BEEN NOTED BY THOSE WHO HAVE ENCOUNTERED HIM.)
AFFECTATION IMPLIES SOMEONE AFFECTED BY SEVERE PSYCHOLOGICAL SHOCK. SUBJECT DISPLAYS A NOTED EVASIVENESS IN THEIR PERSONAL HISTORY, GIVING ONLY EXTREMELY VAGUE, GENERAL ANSWERS, OR SO-CALLED "MATHEMATICIAN ANSWERS". POSSIBLE LONG TERM COMBAT STRESS EXTENDING FROM TEENAGE YEARS, INDICATING POSSIBLE BACKGROUND AS CHILD SOLDIER. CROSS REFERENCES WITH OTHER PROFILES FROM PRISONERS OF WAR INDICATE A POSSIBLE STORMTROOPER-LIKE INDOCTRINATION THAT HE MAY HAVE BEEN SUBJECTED TO FROM EARLY CHILDHOOD, IN ADDITION TO POSSIBLE GENETIC MODIFICATIONS OF AN UNKNOWN TYPE THAT MAY HAVE PERMANENTLY AFFECTED HIM AT THE NEUROLOGICAL LEVEL. DISPLAYS DETERMINATION AND HIGH FOCUS. CHILLY, QUIET PERSONA MAKES HIM DIFFICULT TO APPROACH. HOWEVER, IF THE PRIOR ACCOUNTS ARE TO BE BELIEVED, SUBJECT SEEMS TO POSSESS A COMPULSION TO HELP OTHERS IN DANGER
NOTABLE ATTRIBUTES
SUBJECT DISPLAYS MUCH HIGHER THAN AVERAGE STRENGTH OF A TYPICAL HUMAN BEING, OBSERVED LIFTING AN OPPONENT OFF THE GROUND BY THE LEG ONE HANDED DURING ONE ENGAGEMENT AND HURLING THEM INTO ANOTHER OPPONENT. POSSESSES IMMENSE STAMINA, WHICH SUPPORTS HYPOTHESIS OF POSSIBLE GENETIC MODIFICATION.
APTITUDE FOR DECRYPTION AND SIGNAL INTELLIGENCE NOTED. NOTED LINGUIST IN MULTIPLE LANGUAGES, INCLUDING MANDALORIAN, WHETHER WRITTEN OR SPOKEN. ALSO SPEAKS, READS, AND WRITES FLUENT ANZAT, BOTHAN, HUTTESE AND HAS MINOR UNDERSTANDING OF MORE OBSCURE DIALECTS. THIS HAS MADE HIM ON OCCASION INCREDIBLY USEFUL AT CREATING TRANSLATION SOFTWARE.
SUBJECT PRIMARILY SEEMS TO RELY ON SORESU FOR LIGHTSABER COMBAT. IN THE FEW TIMES SUBJECT HAS BEEN OBSERVED USING THE FORCE, A NOTED SKILL AT TELEPORTATION WAS OBSERVED, BOTH HIMSELF AS WELL AS DISTANT OBJECTS, EVEN PEOPLE. DISPLAYS KNOWLEDGE OF PYROKINESIS. IF THE ACCOUNT ON KINYEN IS TO BE BELIEVED, SUBJECT MAY ALSO POSSIBLY KNOW HOW TO HIDE HIS PRESENCE IN THE FORCE.
ONE EXTREMELY UNUSUAL THING OF NOTE IS THAT ON THE FEW OCCASIONS HE WAS SHOWN MANIFESTING FORCE LIGHT BY OTHER PADAWANS IT COALESCED INTO THE FORM OF A SPEAR THAT HE THROUGH, WHICH BURST INTO A SHOWER OF BLINDING SPARKS ON IMPACT.
SUBJECT SEEMS TO DISPLAY PREFERENCE FOR NON LETHAL ARMAMENTS. OF THE LAST FEW YEARS HE HAS BEEN SEEING ONLY CARRYING A TRAINING LIGHTSABER. HOWEVER SUBJECT IS ALSO A FIGHTER PILOT.
CURRENT ACTIVITIES
SUBJECT AIDS IN DECRYPTION, PROGRAMMING, AND SCOUT DUTIES DURING GA MISSIONS. OFF DUTY, HE OPERATES AS A COURIER BETWEEN JEDI ENCLAVES, DELIVERING VITAL MESSAGES AND SUPPLIES BETWEEN THEM ON AN ALMOST CONSTANT BASIS. NO PERMANENT MASTER ASSIGNED. SUBJECT DISPLAYS SKILLS AS A PHYSICIAN, PARTICULARLY AT THE TREATMENT OF BURN WOUNDS. SUBJECT IS NOTED TO MAKE VERY LITTLE TO NO NOISE WHEN MAKING NEARLY ANY MOVEMENT. IF FORCED TO RESORT TO FIREARMS, SUBJECT SEEMS TO EXCLUSIVELY PREFER STUN WEAPONS OR WEAPONS TO TAKE OUT DROIDS.
THREAT ASSESSMENT
SUBJECT DISPLAYS CAPACITY AS A DANGEROUS CLOSE RANGE COMBATANT DUE TO IMMENSE STRENGTH. TELEPORT ABILITY POSES A UNIQUE RISK, ALLOWING HIM TO BYPASS CERTAIN ATTACKS AND DEFENCES ENTIRELY, CREATE UNIQUE HAZARDS IN THE FORM OF TELEPORTING OBJECTS OF HIGH WEIGHT FROM ABOVE OR OBJECTS OF LARGE OR SMALL SIZE AROUND OPPONENTS, AS OBSERVED BY PADAWANS AND KNIGHTS WHO HAVE WORKED ALONGSIDE SUBJECT. PLEASE NOTE COURIER ACTIVITIES COMPLICATE SUBJECT MONITORING TO A HIGH DEGREE, AND THE WAR HAS FURTHER COMPLICATED ATTEMPTS TO KEEP TRACK OF EVERY STUDENT. HE HAS, HOWEVER, ESTABLISHED ROUTES TO MULTIPLE ENCLAVES SUCH AS THE JAKKU ENCLAVE AND EVEN THE VONNUVI HERDSHIP.
ASSESSMENT: MEDIUM RISK. SUBJECT HAS BEEN NOTED TO HAVE RESOLVED MULTIPLE HOSTAGE INCIDENTS IN ALLIANCE SPACE, AND REMAINS A NOTED CONTRIBUTOR IN THE ORDER'S LESS GLAMOROUS ACTIVITIES, WITH A KNACK FOR LOCATING VITAL MATERIALS AND MAPPING UNCHARTED STAR SYSTEMS. HOWEVER, THESE UNCOVERED SIGNS OF PSYCHOLOGICAL DISTRESS WILL NEED FUTURE MONITORING UNTIL A PERMANENT MASTER CAN BE LOCATED OR UNTIL NATHAN'S FATE IN THE ORDER CAN BE PROPERLY DECIDED AT MORE APPROPRIATE DATE. IT MUST BE MENTIONED THAT NATHAN WAS PRESENT IN AIDING THE EVACUATION OF STUDENTS IN THE RAID ON THE OSSUS ENCLAVE, AND BARRING THE UNANSWERED QUESTIONS, HAS NEVER BEEN ANYTHING LESS THAN A MODEL, OBEDIENT STUDENT WHEN INSTRUCTED. FOR THIS REASON, IT WAS STRONGLY ARGUED THE ASSESSMENT BE REDUCED TO LOW, INITIALLY, BUT THE SUBJECT'S UNCANNY ABILITY AT TELEPORTATION, REPORTED BY JEDI SUCH AS LOSSA DARCUHL, IMMENSE STRENGTH, HIGH INTELLIGENCE, AND POSSIBLY VERY HIGH SKILLS AT EVASION AND POSSIBLE MILITARY BACKGROUND BUMPED THE RATING UP TO MEDIUM.
OTHERS ARGUED THE ASSESSMENT SHOULD BE AT HIGH, FOR PRECISELY THE REASONS LISTED ABOVE.
REPORT ENDS
Wearing: Nathan's Robes
Armed with: Training Lightsaber (Blue)
Scrap Sonic Pistol (2 Reloads)
Gas Pellets (24)
Tools
All-Kit Tool
Personal Energy Shield (3 charges)
Hover Light (Baseball Sized)
Despite being secretly one of the most powerful men in the Alliance, in public, on Coruscant, Nathan was nothing but an odd, barely-any-name outlier of a Padawan in the Jedi, a background figure that not much was known about. Considered an average, unremarkable scavenger.
Which was how he liked it. It was the great paradox that the lower ranks had provided him the greatest cover for his clandestine work. He demonstrated little ambition but high competence. He demonstrated an aptitude for Hostage Rescue, in particular. Occasionally he assisted the GADF, making some of the younger Padawans than he think he had some sort of military or law enforcement background.
He was not always traveling, delivering supplies or messages as a Courier. Even he could get Jet Lag.
The TIE/SRRET he traveled in was used. Dented. Scratched. He couldn't LOOK like somebody important. His equipment had to be what a Padawan could conceivably attain. And that meant the safest bet was to only be seen ever carrying a Training Lightsaber and the most dirt cheap equipment to supplement, though never anything lethal. Nathan was only willing to kill in an all out combat setting against the Sith and their servants. Or the Cult of The Brain Demon.
Nathan was eating one of his own company's UMF Cheeseburgers on top of his shuttle at a Sunny Dock on Coruscant, noting the taste. If he was willing to sell it, he had better be willing to eat it.
So far, it matched in everyway to a REAL bacon cheeseburger, to which he felt some small amount of relief. He had strategically placed the vending machines that sold these throughout the senate district and beyond. Not just to maximize the chance of a hungry person in need of cheap food making a purchase but so he himself would never be far from a cheeseburger on the ground.
He had come a long way from those days on Dantooine.
And still the pain of his shredded bond to a forever-dead Lysandra remained. Still the despised bond to her killer remained.
Nathan wondered what Lysandra would think of him now. Would she even vaguely recognize him as the man she had married?
It distressed him to ask it. And it distressed him to not know the answer. To never be able to know it.
Have I gone mad like my daughter did?
Every day, it now seemed, he asked that at least once in his head, searching for an answer in either the positive or negative. A Padawan ran a giant black ops Jedi PMC, had the ear of the Chancellor himself now through his Android daughter, Sera, and was overseeing the start of the largest humanitarian relief effort in Alliance space ever.
He was THE partner in Alliance Shadows. The Jedi version of Wilson-freaking-Fisk. He had corporate outlets, hidden military outlets, from here on Coruscant itself to all the way where the RTL had once been. And Bacta-Works influence was spreading to other core worlds.
Have I gone mad as my daughter did?
No mere Padawan was supposed to have that much reach.
Nathan constantly searched himself now. For signs of avarice. For signs of desiring power. Was having an absurd amount of wealth avarice? Was having the Chancellor listening to what your daughter said a thirst for power? Nathan didn't want to rule the Galaxy, just stack the deck so high in his favor that he would be able to fully eradicate the cult and help the Alliance win the war. Was that so wrong? It wasn't like he was being irresponsible...
Nathan finished the burger, his troubled question unanswered. He didn't really have the time to ponder it.
He teleported down and was startled by a familiar voice as he opened the hatch.
"Nathan?" called the voice of a woman he had fought alongside once-and had ended up abandoning at a dance.
Nathan turned to the voice from his past in the trade league. There she was. Slightly older. In civilian clothes. She looked happy.
("The Shadows of Paris" Plays OOC)
Kinea Lewellyn walked up to him smiling.
"It's been such a long time! I haven't seen you since the Trade League fell!" his former wingmate in the Wild Knights said.
"I'm glad you made it out of Susevfi alive, Kinea..." Nathan replied as pleasantly as possible. "What brings you here, specifically?"
"I was picking up something at the lost and found..." she answered, seemingly deeply surprised to have run into him. "Seems I found you first before what I was looking for."
Kinea, in spirit at least, reminded him so much of his first wife it had hurt when he had gotten to known her. He had started feeling something and shut it down before it could go further. It was why he had ended up keeping his distance save missions ...he could not have bared the idea of leading another like Lysandra to a fate worse than death just from being near him.
"You look well, Lewellyn..."
Kinea smiled. "Yeah, I landed on my feet. Left the order though. Back injuries."
"I'm sorry to hear that. Do you miss it?"
Kinea thought about it a moment.
"Not as much as I thought. I got married, actually. He's a mechanic..."
"Oh. That's good to hear..." he replied sincerely. "Are you also a mechanic?"
"Bank Teller." she answered. "Saving up money to leave Coruscant."
"Really?"
"Yeah. After that last invasion, I think we'll be better off on the fringes somewhere."
"Not a bad theory..." he replied, still seeing signs of the devastation. Good large portions of the city were still getting repaired.
"What about you, Nathan?" Kinea asked.
"Still a Padawan."
"Oh! Well, how far are you on the trials?"
"They'll happen when they are meant to. Not before." he replied.
Kinea nodded. "Will of the Force and all that..."
She shrugged, the wind blew between them. He wondered if she still remembered how that dance ended. Did it matter if she did?
Nathan didn't ask. No use drudging up old memories.
"Is it a nice life, retirement?" Nathan asked.
Kinea paused.
"I enjoy it. Why? You thinking of jumping ship?" Kinea asked innocently.
"Afraid not. Too much to do." Nathan answered.
"Why am I not surprised?" Kinea asked bemusedly. "Good 'ol Nathan "No-Break" Bloodscrawl, Busiest Padawan in the Trade League..."
He gave her a rare, small smile, which made her raise an eyebrow.
"You...you smiled..." Kinea said in quiet astonishment. "You never smiled in the Trade League...you have changed..."
"Perhaps..." he admitted.
Silence between them on the open air docking bay.
"Nathan?" she said after a moment.
"Yes, Kinea?"
"There's something I've always wanted to ask you...but...you don't have to answer if you don't want to." she said hesitantly, shifting her posture in mild discomfort.
"Let's hear it and I'll decide."
She paused a moment.
"Were you a Jedi Knight? Once? Before the League?" she asked quietly.
The safety of his entire operation could depend on his answer. If she blabbed to anyone, all his efforts could be compromised.
He looked at her and saw only Lysandra, for a split second.
"Yes..." he answered in a very quiet voice. "I was."
The wind rustled their hair.
Kinea stared at him.
"What happened?" she asked.
"One singular moment..."
(Cutaway of The Battalion being created)
"...of spite..." he finished, looking deeply unhappy in a way she had never seen...but nevertheless confirming to her once and for all that no matter how machine like he tended to be ...
...deep down there was a man. A man still paying for a terrible mistake of some kind...but a man.
Kinea walked up to him.
"You cannot hide forever." she warned gently.
"I know." Nathan replied.
He turned away, looking at the sun lit city.
"It is inevitable that I will be discovered eventually." he admitted.
"What happens then?"
"I don't know." he admitted. "But I have too many things to do until then."
"What...kinds of things?" Kinea asked.
"I now have a question for you, Kinea."
Kinea nodded. "Go ahead."
Nathan turned back to her.
"Do you believe that I am an enemy of the Alliance? Of the Jedi?" he asked, walking up to her.
"Look at me first. Then answer." he added.
They started at one another for a whole minute. Despite the sounds of passing speeders, you could have heard a pin drop, rising sunlight casting strange shadows on both their faces.
She studied him intensely. More intensely than she had ever studied anyone in her life.
Kinea held his gaze, and sighed.
"No..." she answered finally. "I don't believe you are a threat to either."
Nathan finally blinked.
"Thank you, Kinea. I always trusted your judgement." Nathan responded in almost a whisper.
Nathan held out his hand.
"I wish you all the best in life, Kinea. All the best."
Kinea took his hand and shook it...
"Whatever you do..." he added as he shook her hand. "Don't come back. To the Order, I mean. No one in the entire history of this profession has ever truly, fully gotten out, gone back in, and truly, fully escaped a second time."
"I'll be sure to remember that..." Kinea replied earnestly, knowing in the Force this was the last time they would ever talk to each other. Even he sensed that from here, their paths would diverge permanently, and not intersect again.
He was grateful. He sensed she would be safe from here on out.
Kinea reached into her pocket, pulled out a small green key card with a serial number on it, handing it to him.
"I always carried it on me. Just in case. Don't think I'll need it anymore." she said as he examined it.
"Secured storage in the underworks..." she said. "Take care of yourself, Nathan Bloodscrawl. May the Force be with you."
"Likewise, Kinea Lewellyn." he replied earnestly.
He watched as Kinea walked off to the lost and found office in the docking bay, retrieved what looked like a wallet, and headed for a waiting repulsor taxi.
Before she got in, she turned to face him one final time, and waved.
Nathan waved back.
Kinea then got in the Taxi and he watched it speed off...
Nathan felt a rare amount of immense sadness that he could not explain.
And though he didn't know it...
Kinea felt just the same...
One hour later...
Nathan had gone to the address on the keycard, owned by a skinny Trandoshan with blue scales who had taken him to the Storage Container #21. It was a dank, damp place in the works with exposed piping and rows of containers. Quiet. Out of the way.
Nathan slid the keycard into the lock-slot next the door, which retracted and rolled upwards.
He stepped in once the owner had left and stared at a small box sitting on a table at the end of the storage unit and approached it. It was held closed by a simple latch. He opened it, and pulled out the old, battered, stained durasteel hilt. He hit the switch and a yellow lightsaber blade shot out. Kinea's old weapon. She must have lied about losing it, he realized, shutting it off, sticking it in an inner sleeve where he kept a special action holster hidden.
He exited the Storage Area, and headed back to his shuttle to depart when he heard a large rumble and saw people running away from something and then he was running, heard the whine of speeders as he saw a police speeder streak over the streets, chasing after a repulsor truck flying way too fast. He teleported to the truck top, grabbed and hung on, nearly getting thrown off, rushing by buildings.
He climbed down to the side, smashed through the transparisteel window, barely dodging blasts from a blaster as one arm seized the piloting controls, forcing the truck to make a controlled swerve around the corner, making sure to avoid civilians as Nathan forced a controlled spin into a impact safety zone filled with simple but large barrels where there was no one present, teleporting away just as the truck careened through the barrels and smacked hard into a particularly ancient looking wall with pipes that shattered on impact in a run down underworks cul de sac...
Nathan picked himself up, looked for anyone who might have been hit on the way. When satisfied no such thing had occured he went back to the truck, which had fallen on its side, teleported to where the side hatch was and ripped it off, pulling out the Rodian criminal inside and holding him upside down by the leg without any sign of strain as the police units showed up.
"What's he wanted for?" Nathan asked as he dumped the dazed criminal in front of the police Droids.
"Robbed a Jewelry store..." The Droids answered. "Half a million in merchandise stolen."
"He made you chase him for five hundred thousand..." Nathan said with a snort. "What a world..."
Nathan went back to the crash impact and noticed a hole where the truck impacted. He went to it, peered in, and teleported inside.
He stopped, bewildered by his luck.
It was a vast stone chamber guarded by inactive, floating Golden Spheres, and the symbol of the Jedi Order on tattered banners above them. At the center of which was a turbolift made of transparent material bearing the symbol of the order.
Nathans mouth fell open when he saw just under the Jedi Symbol, the ancient, long forgotten symbol of his own family.
No way he could cover this up.
Resignation in his voice, he turned to the Droid Policemen.
"Get any Jedi in range down here... quickly." he instructed...
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