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Horus Arseneau

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The low whining of the speeder was all that Horus could hear at this point. The trips to and from the mines were always long and quiet. Usually he would bring some music to listen to so that the trip didn't seem so long, but not today. Horus had been on Apatros for almost a year, if not longer. He'd come to the planet when he saw about a string of unsolved murders that had taken place in the ORO mines. On Apatros, a world dedicated to the mining and refinement of Cortosis, it was not uncommon for the miners to get in fights, some of them ending in death. However, these deaths had been different. Miners who seldom spoke to anyone were dying for no apparent reason, and in increasing numbers.
 
When Horus arrived, the death toll had been at seventeen. It was to the point where the ORO officials were unsure if they could continue to operate without a strong security presence. The security teams ORO hired were unimpressive to say the least. Few, if any, of them had any true military or police experience. Most were young men around Horus’ age who ORO promised to clothe and feed in return for working as their security. Horus had contracted onto the security team, hoping to help solve the string of murders. He hadn't even been eighteen when he signed on, but it felt so long ago. 
 
When the speeder gave a soft quake, Horus glanced up at the pilot who had been bringing him back to the mining colony. It had been a long shift, almost sixteen hours all together. He usually worked long shifts, it was better that way, didn't give him as much time to wonder just what the hell he was doing here. Sure, since Horus had started working here, the murders have lessened. Many attributed that to the security teams presence as a whole, however Horus knew better. He knew what the miners called him. The Hero of ORO. Usually it was spoken ironically. Although Horus was young he took his job seriously. He ended the fights quickly, and he'd personally caught two of the men causing the murders himself. He was more than some nineteen year old punk, he was a Jedi.
 
Or so he told himself. The lightsaber that hung from his waist was small for his size and the hilt was badly rusted. He rarely used it. It felt clumsy and heavy in his hands. He preferred the old DC blaster pistols that ORO provided the security team. It wasn't the best, but at least it fired straight. 
 
When the speeder came in to land at the colony, Horus was the first one to exit onto the street. As soon as his dingy brown boots set onto the ground he drew his back into a tight stretch. His arms fell lazily behind his head while he let out a loud yawn. When a hand came down on his shoulder, he turned towards the man beside him, his dark eyes almost had to readjust to the thick blonde locks he saw. “Don't tell me the Jedi of Apatros is tired. It was only a sixteen hour shift.” The sarcasm that dripped from the other man was good-natured, causing Horus to chuckle lightly at the man while he rubbed his face clear of the dust and dirt that had built up on it.
 
Wasn't too bad. Maybe tomorrow I'll do twenty, work a full day.” He returned, though he knew he would not be doing that, sixteen was his limit. Garret, the blonde headed security man, laughed while slapping Horus on the back of his shoulder. “Yea, you're nuts. I'm gonna head to the cantina later, you in?” Horus smiled at the man, but shook his head. It always went the same. Garret would offer for Horus to join him at the cantina and he would decline, and then…
 
Maybe next time.” Garret said before making his way towards the pale grey building they had landed next to. Horus followed Garret inside, but they parted ways almost as soon as they entered the building. After a quick shower and changing into a fresh uniform Horus made his way to the small pavilion outside of their building. Most of the men who lived in the security barracks used it as a smoking pit, but Horus liked to meditate in the small wooden structure in the evening. Since the day shift had just ended, most of the people from that shift would be in the cantina or going to sleep, the night shift would be preparing for work, which meant Horus had a few hours to himself.
 
He lowered himself to his knees in the pavilion, closing his eyes while his dark locks fell over his brow. He took a deep inhale, before trying so desperately to feel for the Force. It was never easy. Some days were better than others, but it always seemed like The Force was something in his imagination. But it wasn't. He knew better. It flowed through him, bound him, and gave him his skill and power. If only he could actually understand it.
 

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There was something different about the Outer Rim, more than just the location. You couldn't fly through a system in the Core and the Colonies without finding someone, some sign of civilisation, you never felt alone in the cold darkness of space. It wasn't like she had anyone for company aboard the Sleipinir apart from Stinger either way, and the Holonet gave her ready access to the rest of the galaxy. She actually had a show running on a screen as she flew, just to provide some background movement and sound. That was perhaps it, she felt a need to remind herself that civilisation was that close to her, that she could literally reach out and call up the latest holodrama or the news from Kashyyyyk with the touch of a button. It wasn't that there wasn't any company, it was that the company she did find was...well different. 

 

Apatros was perhaps the perfect example of that feeling, that sensation she had of something being off, being different from what she was used to. The city was like any other city on the surface, the inhabitants going from work to home to any of the activities that you'd think they'd enjoy the same as any other city, the galaxy over. And yet...there was something off about the place, something that just seemed to make the hairs on the back of Asaraa's neck rise, as if someone had walked over her grave. It wasn't till she had gotten away from the space port, had really gotten into the backstreets of the city that she managed to figure out what had been bothering her. The people may have been going about their lives, but they seemed subdued. Shadows of what she'd expect. 

 

At first, the Jedi thought it might have been the murders she'd heard about, it was all the shopkeepers and bartenders seemed to be able to talk about. It was why she had left the relative safety of the spaceport to strike out into the city. It was why she was standing here, under the awning of a small stall, a skewer of roasted meat clasped in her hand as she chewed on it, watching the crowds of workers ebb and flow around her. The murders were certainly casting a pall over the city, but it wasn't a happy city to start off with. the corporation that ran the town, ORO wasn't known for taking the best care of their workers, but even they had realised the need for extra security That was why she'd decided to sneak out here, to watch the ORO security teams sweeping the plaza. She couldn't just leave the killers out there to continue to have their way with the population, but the Jedi Knight really didn't want to end up in the cross hairs of the security forces she was trying to help. Better to get an idea of their capability, to make it easier to...well avoid them honestly. So imagine her surprise when one of the team wore a lightsaber at his best, rusty and broken down maybe, but a lightsaber none the less as he blazed like a beacon in the force. You had to give it this, the Outer Rim certainly wasn't boring. This was...Asaraa hated it when she felt like the force was guiding her somewhere, the very idea fighting against her notions of free will, but, times like this made it hard to argue with that. Wrapping the force around herself, a cloak to disguise her signature the girl reached out to Horus Arseneau, just the lightest touch through the force, more to gauge his reaction than anything else. This changed things, just a little. 



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The Force was so....distant. For years as a boy it always felt as if The Force was such an abstract concept. Sure he could run faster, jump higher, and fight longer but those were the only times where he felt a true connection to The Force. Where his friend Elyane had always been a natural user of The Force, it was always much more deliberate than he felt it should be. Even now as Horus knelt down to focus, he could barely think. His mind danced into a thousand different directions the moment his eyes were closed. 

 

Why is it always so damn hard? 

 

He just couldn't get it. When Elyane spoke of meditation it seemed like she was relaxed and taken to this other world. For Horus it was as if he was allowing the time in the day to die or he was murdering it himself. 

 

Time passed, not too long, almost thirty minutes and he was still struggling to focus his mind. Horus was prepared to give up on the exercise when in one moment a cool breeze washed over him. Bizarre. He'd never felt such a breeze on Apatros before, especially not one such as this. His spine loosened and his mind finally calmed. It was as if someone had reached out to him, clearing his mind so he could focus to a single point. Horus opened his eyes, allowing the blue orbs to wash over the colony before him. 

 

What was that? He stood to his feet, a curious expression on his face as he took a few paced steps out of the pavilion. "Hello?" Horus called out, though it came out as little more than a muttered croak. He could not understand it, that feeling, it was just like when he fought or when he was running. This had been the first time he'd ever experienced it just sitting down. 

 

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“Hello?”

 

Well, that answered that didn’t it? She’d been right about the boy, he was force sensitive, well either that or it was the most out of there, most unusual set of coincidences ever. The odds that he would start like that just as the force was reaching out to him was, well unusual didn’t even cover it. So then the lightsaber at his best wasn’t just a coincidence was it…but what Jedi kept their weapon in that state? There were only two thoughts that came to her, either he was hiding, hoping to disguise the weapon, but then why would he hold it at his waist like this, why would he be meditating in public like this. So if it wasn’t his weapon then…he must have received it from someone, a family member or another Jedi maybe.

 

It was an interesting find, but that was all, for a moment Asaraa thought about turning away, going back to her ship and leaving but…but well but. The look on his face as he called out, it was one she recognised, one that had painted her own face more than once as she’d delved into the mysteries of the force, mysteries she was still learning. She couldn’t just leave him alone like that but, a small smile danced across her lips as she tossed her wooden skewer into a nearby bin, hooking a thumb into her belt as she padded towards him. “Uhhh...hi? Are you ok? Do you need some help, a drink or something?” The girl flipped the bottle of water in her hand around it, offering it to Horus as she closed with him. Till she knew more about the boy, maybe revealing who she was wasn't the best idea, besides she was a little curious about how skilled he was, what he could sense from her.

 

 

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When the peach haired woman approached Horus, he was a little unsettled by her. She was not of the mining colony, that was easy to tell. There were not many women in the mining colony to begin with, but certainly none that were so healthy. Her cheeks were not gaunt and her features were not tight and grim. No, she was not a native of the Apatros mining colony. At first Horus merely peered at her curiously, especially when she offered him a drink of her water.
 
Definitely not from Apatros.
 
He shook his head and kept peering at her before finally, he snapped out of it. “I'm...I'm sorry you just seem weird to me.” Immediately he shook his hands as he realized how bad it sounded falling from his lips. “Not a bad weird just...it's just a feeling I don't really understand, sorry.” Horus looked around, noticing that some of the miners were returning from their days work. The speeders let out loud cries as they flew overhead to the center of the colony. Horus watched them for a moment before turning back to the newcomer. “Oh, my name is Horus. I work for the ORO Security Force.” He extended a hand to her but quickly arched a brow at the young woman. 
 
You're not from here.” He said the words as a statement instead of a question, because there was no doubt she was not one of the Miners or their wives. 
 
Not exactly a sight seeing planet. Are you with some of the traders coming to get a shipment?” He asked, curiously.
 
 

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He was...rather more sensitive than she'd expected, she'd sensed he was a talent in the force but honestly hadn't thought that he'd be able to sense anything from her, although that just made him that little bit more interesting than she'd thought. 

 

"Well, something like that," Asaraa fell quiet for a moment her brain racing as she tried to work out what it would be best to tell the boy, what to keep back and hide from him. "We were in the area when we heard about the planet and the situation here, I didn't actually plan to stop here but well it's nice to get off the ship for a while and stretch your legs...or well it normally is." The pink-haired Jedi's lips pressed together as her gaze flicked away from Horus for a moment, settling on the miners passing them by, "It's not exactly tourist central around here is it? Even for people as, what did you say, as 'weird' as me." Her gaze flicked back to Horus as she reached out, settling her hand in his, a small smile pulling up the corner of her lips to take any sting out of her words. "Asaraa, so you're with the security forces? So, you'd know all about these murders I heard about then? Do we have to be worried?" It was why she'd come to the planet in the first place, and if he could help point the Jedi in the right direction, well that would be useful. "The rest of the crew wasn't too happy about me wandering around by myself but, I honestly didn't think that it would be that bad only..." the girl's head nodded at some of the miners hurrying by with their heads down, "everyone seems so...subdued. Is it always like this or?"

 

Asaraa managed to avoid reaching out to the force as was her natural reaction, instead her blue eyes fell to the man's waist, widening at hte sight there. "Wait, is that a lightsaber? You're a Jedi?" It was perhaps a little on the nose, but sometimes sneaking around a subject only ended up getting you in more trouble.

 

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