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Azar Torsin had seen it coming for some time now, but that didn't make the realization that the Jedi were going to be coming to an "end" any easier. Of course, they would continue to survive in secret with their teachings preserved, but the Order as a cohesive unit was at an end for the time...

Azar had otherwise remained silent to this point, listening to the questions asked and the answers given up to this point. He didn't betray anything regarding the answers, but he did find them interesting. As they arrived at the conversation regarding the High Arcanist, it brought Azar's...

Jedi Master Azar Torsin was still getting used to being a Jedi Master. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy it, but he'd never had the opportunity to sit on the Council of Mastery before, and he would have liked to have done it at a time when there was less turmoil in the Jedi Order - and the galaxy...

Her words were painfully true: the Jedi had nothing to offer the Republic or the rest of the galaxy. They couldn't even look after themselves. Spintir had fallen as an onslaught and none of the Jedi Council had come to help. The Jedi leadership had been picked off time and again, and it was...

Azar could immediately tell that Lex was at least slightly on edge. She was out of uniform, she was looking around, and she just felt on edge. Even here, where there may not have been any danger, Azar could feel the looming shadow of something terrible. Not malice or a trap, but something else...

Azar was somewhat surprised when he'd received the call from Lex to meet on Dantooine. It wasn't anywhere near Republic space, which felt odd to him. The wind blew lightly over the fields and Azar leaned back in his chair a bit further, sipping a cup of caf just outside a the small cantina...

Hadn't there been an admonishment not to make long speeches in here? Apparently no one had listened to it, as the speeches just kept getting longer. The Jedi all had their words to say, but it wasn't until the final comments that the Jedi Master had to stand up and speak again. You sound...

Azar had been content to merely sit back and listen up until this point. He didn't like the spotlight and he didn't like grandstanding. In fact, he had actively avoided conclaves before this and only half listened to what had been said up until this point. Instead, his mind was churning through...

Something in the back of Azar's mind felt wrong. He felt the cold chill of death and looked over at Lucian. No, he didn't think he wanted to keep moving. Something about this was wrong. Azar wasn't one who was afraid of a fight, but something about this just set him off the wrong way, and he...

Ah, yes, the negative questions in any interview. As far as Azar knew, no one liked these questions, and he was among those people, but he also knew there was no avoiding it. He had made his mistakes and he had his own errors. Everyone did, and he was no exception. I spent a great deal of my...

Ah, Master Guleya. Azar had worked alongside him before, but he'd been all but silent thus far. Azar's eyes turned toward him after a moment. The Code was something that any good Jedi could quote. It was at the heart and core of who the Jedi were, as Azar had already stated he believed...

Something bothered the back of Azar's mind and then there was shouting and commotion within. He wasn't sure what it was, but he was sure it wasn't good for the two Jedi. His saber hilt was still gripped in his hand as he slipped in further. He felt the cold presence of death nearby that he was...

Azar continued to pull at the wires, trying more and more emphatically to get the door open. This was not going well. He was getting frustrated and his blood pressure was going up every moment. He could feel his heart pounding and was vaguely aware of the guards coming up behind them. Shut up...

No matter how many years had passed, what happened between Azar and Tareth was always a painful memory, and Azar wasn't going to hide it. The memory pained him, but it was a memory he kept close to his heart - literally given the medallion around his neck. It is, he nodded in confirmation of...

Azar winced as the grappling hook went flying through the window and shattered it. He could see the window from his side, but it would have been out of Lucian's view, and by the time Azar saw it fly through the window, it was too late to stop it. They hate you, too, he said before leaping up...

Azar turned his attention back to Master Shai as he spoke up with a follow up question to what Azar had said. It was an intriguing question, and one that could cause - no, would cause - discomfort and unrest no matter what his answer was. To answer it was to criticize the Jedi themselves. Azar...

Azar turned his attention to the next individual, Master Wolfe, as he spoke. There was - as one would expect - no indication of how his answer had gone over, but he shouldn't have been surprised by that at all. They were professionals, and they had exceptional game faces. To be a Jedi is to...

Azar looked down at the estate below them, and then over at the equipment that Lucian had brought with them. They had a couple of options, but Azar wasn't particularly feeling like doing the over-the-wall climbing. But then, they had the issue of being much more visible with the slick-slider...

Azar had been preparing for this day for a very long time. For many years he'd done little to set his sights on the title "Jedi Master." He'd been content to fight his own war, work among the people, and remain in near-isolation. Perhaps it was the genetics or his species, or maybe something...

Azar Torsin was back at it again with Lucian along for the ride. What could go wrong? It wasn't like anyone would be swallowing their tongues or anything. Oh wait, no that was a distinct possibility. Azar could only hope that things would go better on this operation, but he wasn't counting on...