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Arcturas Lazarus

"Violence is the first refuge of the incompetent."

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a character in “Star Wars: Jedi Quest: Fate of Radnor”, as played by Eisenhorn

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Name: Arcturas Lazarus
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Jedi Consular
Rank: Jedi Knight
Personality: Arcturas is a patient man, and a very cunning one. He acknowledges full well he is not the best nor the brightest when it comes to the art of sabers, or the force for that matter. He would rather think, talk, and reason his way through situations rather than just pull a saber, blaster, what have you and fight his way out. Always the voice of reason, and always having some sort of plan, Arcturas proves himself a reliable force both on and off the battlefield. He has a saying that he sticks to whenever possible, “Violence is the first refuge of the incompetent”, trying all possibilities before engaging in combat. Unlike many of his fellow counsular’s, he understands that the force is, like any tool, not inherently good or evil. It is the man wielding it. If a Jedi uses Lightning to disable an opponent, it was used for good. Likewise, a Sith could use healing powers to restore his master, later bringing great suffering to others through this saving of an evil man.
Appearance: Arcturas stands at an even five feet, ten inches tall, being a tad skinnier than is healthy, weighing only one hundred and fifty five pounds. He has formal robes that he wears in the presnece of his fellow Jedi, although he restricts this garb to the confines of friendly starships and Temples of the Jedi. Therefor, when traveling, the Consular chooses a much more pragmatic outfit more akin to armor than robes. He augments the robes with blast resistant weaves, which stiffen the way it moves to the point of giving away the reinforcements, and as such, only bothers to don those when there is no other possible option available.

Weapons: Besides his powerful connection to the force and skill with a whole variety of powers, most notable being his Battle Meditation and Mind Tricks, he carries a unique varient of lightsabers known as a Saber Cane. In essence, the polished wooden cane’s head contains the lightsaber, and a flick of the wrist detached the head, forming a short handled, green bladed lighsaber, perfect for his usage of the Form II Makashi, a very dueling orientated style.

Bio: Arcturas was born on Dantooine, a rather peaceful planet with an established temple already residing there. As such, the young boy grew up without much in the way of strife or conflict beyond what would be considered usual petty drama for children. So it was a simple matter when the Jedi came around, testing the children for force sensitivity, that his family openly allowed them to test their son. He proved a match of what they sought, and with his families blessing, was sent off to train and eventually become a Knight of the Order. This would not be a quick or easy process, as he was not a gifted warrior from the start. But he had an innate knack for feeling the flows and ebbs of the force, which was amplified and encouraged by the Consular who took him on as an apprentice. He would spend as much time in a library or study as he would out in the field doing the work of the Jedi.

As such, Arcturas spent little time practicing with a saber, only bothering to learn the one style that even interested him at all.His mentor and master was a bit worried with his lack of focus in the arts of sabers, but his quick study, usage, and mastery of force techniques would more than make up for this. That, and he proved himself a diplomat and thinker over a fighter, so his saber styles were less than necessary in most cases. He constructed his saber cane as a statement that he would not fight unless pressed and had to defend. Eventually he was graduated to knighthood and often worked with Watchmen and Investigators to figure out what was going on, how, and where to stop it. As such, when he was finally told he would be training a padawan, at the same time as being sent on this mission, he simply accepted it and moved on, ready to teach and learn at the same time.

So begins...

Arcturas Lazarus's Story

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Arcturas was silent during the majority of the trip, hands resting on the head of his cane, eyes closed in meditation. It wasn't a matter of being unhappy or in a higher than thou art mood, he was just focusing and composing himself for the upcoming mission. Being the sole Consular meant he would probably be looked down upon for his apparent pacifism. He merely preferred to talk and reason before resorting to something so crude and, well, easy to resort to as violence. It is an easy and quick route to get one what wants, but can just as easily fail. The other two masters along for the ride were Sage, a fellow he had met on a few occasions before now. A Guardian and one who was quick to use a lightsaber to solve problems. That had its places, and he was good at it, so he remained on agreeable terms with the man. The woman stuck between them was, from the greetings, a Ms. Selena Tane. He had gotten the impression she did not like him terribly much, but so long as they could at least work together, that much would be fine. General complaints came from the padawans in the back seat about the cramped quarters. Empathy hadn't said anything yet, his own padawan due to her having burned through several masters at this point. The other two, Lenwe and Maranwe, followed Sage and Selena. Having mentally taken stock of the group he was working with, he finally opened his eyes and shifted again, attempting to at least give Ms. Tane some room to move. Sage, the current pilot of the craft, could hardly do so, so he might as well attempt to. He honestly hadn't noticed or been bothered by the tight spaces, mainly because he hadn't even given the topic any thought.

"I wouldn't mind if we stopped and wouldn't mind we did not, I leave that the decision to the rest of you. We will get to the city when we get there." He was going to deliberately avoid trying to be a overbearing leader. He knew the reputation his fellow Consular's often gathered, being uptight and unable to hold their own in a saber duel, yet believe themselves the most powerful. No one Jedi path was powerful than the other, so he respected his fellow Jedi, no matter how they operated. If matters turned that his skill set would be useful, he would step forward, but until then he would remain a quiet observer, focusing mainly on supporting the other masters in their work, and his own, he had to remind himself of every now and then. He half closed his eyes and resumed thinking, keeping an ear on the various conversations and flows of the force. So that was that, and he waited calmly until a decision was made on stopping for a stretch break or just press on to the city itself.




The room was dark, and not because of the people within it. It was literally poorly lit. Everything within the city was poorly lit these days, mainly because the primary power grid had failed fairly quickly after the initial release of the test virus. There was some light because the door to what had been a meeting chamber had been opened, and several acolytes in dark robes entered, all keeping at least half an eye on the robed figure staring out the window. His arms were linked behind his back, the black and red rimmed robes overlaying the hard armor and connectors linking the various pieces. They were quick to seat themselves, the man had said flat out that the various pleasantries and formalities were wastes of time in the field, as he had phrased it. Once they had sat, he turned from the window, arms still behind his back, and spoke, a smooth and quiet tone that carried itself too well. "The meeting was suggested for accelerated placement, so why?"

The one rose to speak, obviously a Sith Marauder by his standing and garb, spoke calmly despite the circumstances that forced him to call this meeting. "Lord Necre, reports are showing several of your plants in the city of Tacto spotted a Jedi group, three Knights and their padawan's, on their way via landspeeder. I'd suggest shooting them down before they arrive!" This was met with at least half of the leaders of this band's agreement, but with a gesture for silence, the group shut up for the robed figure's decision. Darth Necre, the one addressed by the Marauder, and also the leader of the group, shook his head after a few moments of deliberation. "And risk them surviving and knowing for certain a powerful and key force is working here? No. All they know is that something is wrong. I will have the Thralls hide for an opportune moment to eliminate the problem. Then you may strike with the thralls if you so desire to sate your bloodlust. Is the shield against detection still working?"

Another Sith nodded, clearly more focused as a force wielder than the Marauder, and out of the six, the only focused force wielder. The rest either were balanced or pure combat. As such, for matters regarding this experiment that didn't require Darth Necre's input "Yes Lord, some of the thrall's proved sensitive, and have been used to boost the cloaking device, adding the acolyte's maintenance, it is reasonable to assume that these Jedi have not detected us." Necre crossed one arm across his stomach and rested his elbow on it, looking like he was in thought. "If it is not certain, we can't pretend that they do not know. I will remain hidden, as should the rest of you, but be ready to deal with the Jedi if they come hunting. The Thralls will slip out of sight, taking the bodies of those few rejected with them. If there is nothing else, dismissed." The small group dispersed, with Darth Necre turning to watch out the window for a few moments more before closing the shutter and returning to his observations of the situation in the city.

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Arcturas kept his hands clasped together on top of his cane, still lost in his own mind and flows of the force. He had immediately noticed when Empathy had inadvertently made brief contact and fled. He made a note to teach her more on this development, considering it was a bit unusual this early in dealings. Quite a bit of the time it didn't happen at all, so it would be due to address it once time to train and work with it was to be had. She probably gleaned a surface thought or two, at best, and as he returned his mental attention to trying to breach the void around the city, a thought question entered his mind from his assigned padawan, of all people. She was advancing well in the arts of the Force, if nothing else, to adapt quickly enough in that sense. He replied, the very essence of calm flowing with the reply. "An anomaly is all, nothing to be concerned about just yet." He wouldn't be jumping to conclusions over something that, while unusual, could mean any number of things here. From the worst case to just some, like he had mentioned, anomaly, he would wait until he had some more information on the matter before making any more final conclusions on the cause, reason, and how to, if necessary, remove said void and potentially veil. He halted the probing and mental work for now, not wanting to stress too much in case he needed to worry about using the force more actively later on. Opening his eyes fully, he took a slight glance around, and leaned back against the seat enough that he wasn't sitting upright anymore.

Arcturas listened to the chatter from the two padawans, Empathy having not given a reply just yet. They both wanted to see some sort of fighting, which the Consular was hoping the precise opposite would occur. He had a saber out of formality and, sadly enough, necessity at times, but he was a believer in the idea of Form "Zero", as it was called in general. It wasn't a widely held belief, at least from the Jedi he has worked with thus far, in the fact it was another kind of non violent approach to diffusing situations. He mentally reminded himself about it, being a style to avoid the temptation to resort to violent diplomacy. Another reason he could give for his more common reliance on force tricks that avoided causing any sort of trouble and, in his opinion, got things done in a quicker manner. Hands resting comfortably on his cane, he was perfectly relaxed and occasionally looked out the speeder's window at the environment they were speeding by. The quarters hardly bothered him out of meditation any more than they had in meditation. If they stopped he would bring up the anomaly with the other two, otherwise it would have to be dealt with on the fly, as lacking of planning that might be, it would have to do.

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Arcturas left his hands resting on his cane as they approached the city, breaching the veil he had detected earlier. He didn't let it show, but he was nervous and rather worried about what they would find. Looking around with his physical senses, he saw nothing in the way of panicked combat, strife, or anything indicating a overtly violent takeover. However, something was really disturbing that the others no doubt noticed. It was dead silent besides what noise the speeder made. No doubt this was impacting the others to a good extent, and some of them would no doubt show it overtly or otherwise. Arcturas simply, furrowed his brow slightly at the sight of no damage, and yet every single living soul was just missing. That was a very bad sign at best. At worst, something beyond the usual capabilities of a normal Jedi task force was at work here. But they had to at least confirm it before calling in the cavalry. They came to a halt and he looked around more closely, almost wishing to see scared people hiding. That would at least make more sense than this. But nothing, just silence. He barely heard Sage, as he was so lost in his own thoughts, and barely made an affirmative comment. "Yes, fine. That works..."

Arcturas knew what he had to do here, and he wasn't looking forward to whatever shock would occur from it. He exhaled slowly, eyes half closing, entering a meditative state. He was going to look through the force, and in a more trained and capable way than any of the others no doubt could do. He opened himself to the force, glad to see the background energy was still there. Each breath moved with the force, and he opened his mind's eye, looking around. It was borderline too painful to look at. It was empty, pure empty with towering spires of black. Those had to be the things generating the void that blocked outside detection. And it hurt looking at them. And there was no indication of any other living being, light, neutral, or dark. Between the interference from the background dark energies and the sheer emptiness of the area, he could find no living being. He shuddered and returned to his normal state of mind, speaking quietly despite himself, clearly spooked. "There was nothing, I couldn't find a single living soul in this entire city. Something is terribly wrong here..."

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Darth Necre had his arms locked behind his back, strolling along the corridor. Several lesser Sith were practically on the heels of the Sith Lord as they followed him to an impromptu viewing deck on a tall structure far out of reach or range of the Jedi. Visually undetectable, and the amount of energy just here right now blanketed them from easy detection. Necre had his saber pike, and was using it like a walking staff right now, a third click clearly different to those within hearing range from the softer twin padding noises from the footwear the Sith Lord preferred. They had observation equipment trained on where the Jedi were landing and disembarking. They could clearly see the Jedi disembarking and looking around them. All warriors, minus one of them. He had the look of a scholar about him, but that was that. The others had an unusual air about them, especially the one that seemed to be the leader of the group. Something was familiar there. The three apprentices were also with them, so the entire group was available for one fell strike. A more impatient man would have ordered everything on top of them at once, and revealed their hand fully. However, his goal was to test, not to annihilate, so revealing everything now would be foolhardy, and very difficult to collect data. One of the Marauders suggested what he had just mentally dismissed as an idea, and a slight shake of the head told the man no, that would not be the path chosen.

"Gentlemen, we are going to observe the basic thralls in action against Jedi. We have already confirmed the effective talent against normal forces, but not against force sensitives, Jedi included. Dispatch the attack group gathered." He gestured as well, and an acolyte chosen for this 'sacrifice' stepped forward and channeled while Necre, rather than use energy both channeling and ordering, simply dispatched the order to the Thralls in silent, undetectable waiting. Of course, this acolyte, untrained and only moderately powerful, was instantly killed once Necre finished the order, collapsing like a rag doll. This was one of the last indirect orders necessary, Necre's own talent refined to the point that direct control of such numbers would not require an intermediary focusing agent to sacrifice such as the acolyte at his feet, a trickle of blood leaking from his mouth. Another pair of acolyte's dragged the body off to be disposed off, and Necre turned from the observation gear. The rest of the band took over note taking and analyzing what would happen when the Thralls engaged with the Jedi. Either way, the Sith Lord knew, he would benefit from this. One would benefit more than the other, but either way, it was a benefit.




The silence was broken finally by a subtle, almost inaudible shuffling and walking, in more numbers that would be healthy. The padding of feet, bare or barely covered, obviously no longer intending to hide itself from the detection of the Jedi. It was growing in numbers, the sound of movement and life, but if the Jedi were to look with the force, they would still detect nothing against the dark side energy in the area. But the force was not necessary for knowing something was coming. From the building behind the group of Jedi and the speeder they came in, a healthy sized group of nearly thirty dead looking people came pouring out, brandishing a variety of knives, a few had local slug throwers, meant for hunting but now were being turned against the intruders. The windows around them also shattered as another twenty dropped down, totaling nearly fifty thralls attacking the group. At least ten immediately went for the Twi'lek Sentinel, attacking without care or worry to their own forms or survival. The few with guns began taking potshots as they also charged, stopping a bit short to keep firing, although the slug thrower armed thralls totaled only four. The rest had blades, or fingers honed down to claws that they lashed at the Jedi group with an eagerness to spill blood unnatural amongst most beings or species, and mindlessly charged at the Jedi, looking for new hosts to infect with their virus.




Arcturas had ignored the comment on smelling the trouble around them, already having noted that. He had hoped to figure out, more specifically, what trouble when searching out in the force like that. The others relied on their physical senses to know something was wrong, senses that could be betrayed. He dismounted as well, and looked about him at the sheer emptiness and, in general, wrongness about what was going on here. An entire population does not just up and vanish in about a day. Then the sound of running started, and he looked around him as he tried to pinpoint where the echoing noise was coming from in this city. Then the group came from behind, Arcturas turning to meet them. At the same time glass came raining down, and he could hear more of them coming from above. An ambush, and not by anything normal. There was no time to think, sadly, he wasn't going to even have a prayer's chance of talking out of this one. A fight was going to occur here, but he didn't draw his saber just yet. Instead he waited for the first to approach, and casually slammed it back into a wall with the force. Either it was dead or disabled, as it collapsed onto its face, the darker stain on the wall clear from the rest of the structure. The ones with guns fired again, and the Consular opened himself to the force, saber snapping to his hand and lighting on in time to stop the bullet heading for him, although as a solid slug, it wasn't going to be reflected back. Taking up the opening stance for Makashi, he had positioned himself so, between the speeder and fellow Jedi, only one or two of the blade wielding assailants could come at him at a time. He kept tabs on Empathy, especially, in case she would need aid or support.

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Arcturas flicked his wrist, blade removing the head of a nearby offending thrall. They were cutting down the number of offending beings at a good pace, but a certain event would both help and hinder them. Empathy jumped up on the speeder, and he turned to aid her when a thrall grabbed at her, according to the little research he had done on the race when he was informed the apprentice being sent to him was a Twi'lek who would be under his care, Lekku. She emitted a raw force Scream as it raked at the dangling entities, throwing at least one of the Jedi into disorientation, while more than a few Thralls did not fare well from being stunned like that. He simply shielded himself from the scream, ignoring the broken glass that fell as Empathy also leaped and ended up collapsed at his feet. Well, that would not do one bit, now would it. Several Thralls followed her in the jump at the two Jedi, and with an offhand gesture, Arcturas sent them hurtling back into the building across from them, hitting with enough impact to shatter spines and disable any sort of movement. Considering the corrupted forms seemed to not be as durable as regular humans, but much more tenacious and able to ignore any sort of pain, it was not surprising that a bit of lacking durability was not a bad trade off. A slug whizzed by his head, and he turned to the offending Thrall, tossing his saber in a spinning arc, cleanly removing the Thrall's head and returning the blade to his hand. He heard both Sage's apprentice and Sage himself, and smiled, saber extinguishing and returning as a headpiece to the walking stick. "We have eliminated much of the Thralls of this group, and I do believe this can be wrapped up easily enough."

The thralls that were not already engaged with the others went after the apparently unarmed Jedi. Arcturas closed his eyes, regulating his breathing and completely opening himself to the force, and as a Thrall was just about to grab him, he opened his eyes, walking stick raised and then slammed down with a clear, crack sounding noise. With the impact, a Force Repulse, very localized to not hit the other Jedi, Empathy safe being inside the eye of the storm, so to speak, rocketed the thralls up and away. The few remaining thralls could be easily dispatched by the remaining comrades, and he exhaled, letting the force leave and he sighed, centering himself while waiting for the others to be ready to do whatever they wished to do, finally opening his eyes and offering an easy smile to the others before kneeling to tend to Empathy, while also offering coaching on her force usage, being honest with what was said. "If you need it, I can tend to any injuries you may have suffered. Otherwise, I think I know future training that we will be going through. Don't let pain and panic control your force usage. It was not a bad use of the force, but control will need work."