Older boy of the Scamander family. When the Galactic civil
war starts, he enlists immediately because he is driven by the strong sense of
justice and a desire to protect his baby brother. The idea is ridiculous of course - Newt has been taken by the Jedi
at the age of 3 to be trained in the way of the Force, and no contact with the
family is ever allowed. But Theseus doesn’t care. Not really. He still
remembers fear in his brothers’ sunkissed green eyes, and his arms reaching
back to Theseus, and his own terrible longing, a hole in his chest that never
healed. So he enlists, and does his best, because may be if he kills as many
enemies as he can it will make the galaxy a little safer for his baby brother
hundreds of lightyears away.
His regimen is ambushed on a barren nameless world and
everyone is killed. Everyone but Theseus. He scrambles back to the base, one
hand on a blaster, the other – pushing his guts back inside. The base is
celebrating the victory, but it tastes like a defeat.
He comes home but there is no home left- his parents died in
an accident, a space battle that has gone horribly wrong. He buries them and
leaves, never looking back. He sets his way to Coruscant, to the jedi temple –
rules or no rules, Newt is the only family he has left, and he is going to find
his baby brother even if the Chancellor himself tries to stop him.
He is too late.
The war is over, the jedi are dead and gone, and the temple
is nothing but a pile of smoldering ruins.
Now, Theseus has only one thing left to live for- revenge.
He sets up a base on the Smugglers run – an asteroid belt deep in the Outer
Territories, and gets a team of misfits just like him, to smuggle, raid and
steal whatever they want from the newly created Empire and the “resistance”
alike. Theseus needs that for his final operation.
His target is Percival Graves, a jedi master who betrayed
his order and turned on his own people, joined the empire and is now enjoying
the luxurious life while other jedi rot in the ground.
Theseus may not be a jedi himself and may not know the way
of the Force, but he knows how to kill people, and he is very, very good at it.
He also has no idea that his brother is still alive.
He fights alongside clones and fellow jedi during the war
and almost sees it through, but leaves the Order a year before the massacre
begins. When the price is put on jedi’s head, he disappears, dissolves into the
shadows of remote unsavory worlds, tones down, pretending to be awkward and
unassuming biologist, and finally sets up a base on Kashyyyk (wookies, unlike
people, know how to show gratitude, and even if Newt finds the concept of a “life
debt” disturbing, he is in no position to refuse help).
He spends most of his time helping those in need- humanoids
and non-humanoids alike. When the rebel alliance is formed, Newt finally
realizes he can’t stay out of the fight any longer, not when so many races
across the galaxy are enslaved by the Empire. He contacts the alliance and
takes up a new name- Fulkrum. He spies, gathers intel, sabotages, releases
slaves and prisoners- anything that helps the people and upsets the Empire. His
ability to get the most heavily guarded data and ability to avoid capture even
through a planetary lockdown quickly make him a legend.
A rumor spreads across the Outer Rim that he is so good he
can go in and out of the Hutts palace without guards noticing. The truth is- he
doesn’t have to. After Newt saved Jabba the Hutt’s little son from a deadly
fever, he has a right of passage on all huttese territories.
He is on one of those territories when he hears a desperate
cry for help – another agent, another Fulkrum said they found something of
outmost importance, something that could tip the scale of war, but they lost
their ship and the planet is surrounded by the imperial forces.
Newt doesn’t waste time and goes to help.