Healing Fractures(Meira,Open)

Char: Zanabar taanzu
Location: Temple Meditation Room
Time line: two days after joining the sith

After coming to this temple when he was asked to join the sith he only felt uneasy. There was a darkness all around him, he had lost the light and was slowly letting the people he lost after joining the jedi come into mind. When doing this He started to remember why he walks this path deeper into the darkside. His mind was clouded and full of hate, at this time he had very little control over his feelings.He had lost fath in the order when he lost his friend so many years ago. After he had killed more then one jedi and many others who have wronged him in his life. To be taken in by the masters of the darkside made him feel like staying with them would make him much more powerful.It is true he learned alot from the jedi but he had no trust in them. The trouble within Zanabar's mind right now is can he trust the sith?

They have become the army of the darkside and a super power in most of the outer Rim. They are still growing in numbers but the feelings of everybody within were also cold and Zanabar started to feel as if coming to them was not the best of ideas. How could one group grow so powerful in only months? It is something to think about if he is to stay with them. He also knows at this point turning on them will mean his end, but staying will mean the same.He walked the dark halls of the temple with his black robe and hood covering his face. He had to find a way to control himself for the time.

It was clear the darkside was consuming him more and more each day and it was not fun to deal with. He could not even see clear anymore he was losing himself more each passing day. he joined the sith knowing his life will not last to many years longer. All of his sins would come back to swallow him whole, but he had a goal to pull as many people as he could to hell with in. He was never the type to work with others well, but any mission he would follow his orders of need be. He is a warrior if there is one thing he will never fear is death. It comes to all even the greatest of warriors.

He had then come across a Meditation Room, that was just what he needed to clear his head and open himself up. relax his mind and not think about the world of evil he had just joined.He opened the door and saw a noghri in the middle of the room. What is this thing doing in a place of meditation? Who was he and why did he hold a lightsaber? After thinking about this Zanabar walked by with a glare going the way of this great beast and walked right past. He then sat on the other side of the room as if getting ready to meditate but never took his eyes off of the noghri. He was feeling something his Senses was strong he could feel it would be a very bad idea to let his gaurd down right now.So he sat not speaking or taking his eyes off the noghri.

Cho felt the young one come into the room. He could smell the anxiousness of the being. A month ago he would have to offense at that moment, but now he was at peace with the thought. He opened his eyes and looked at the young being. What he saw was a body destroying it's self.

Speaking a low rumbling tone-You are rank with the smell of fear. Death hovers with in your shadow and you do not know why. Do you? The reason for your decline........ balance. You have none you think you will die so you shall. When tho....... haaa now that's the question and a powerful one. Your balance is off because your mind is clouded and your force is at war with-in you. Clear your mind find that path set before you by the Will of the Force and follow it whether into the light or the darkness. Only then will living be equal with being. As for me....

Cho stretches out in the force latching hold of a sand stone boulder hidden in the shadows of the room and drags it between them. The size of which is the size of a hutt. Gracefully lifting into the air he began to make it spin slowly in the air. A soft grinding noise started to be heard with-in the boulder as Cho made a force bubble with-in it's core and made it spin at a greater speed than the outer. The effect was the core of the boulder started to heat up and sluff out the bottom hole of the rock.

Force manipulating the molten glass coming from the sandy boulder into distorted glass shapes......... I will make death and time my slaves. For none will take my life unless I give it.

Zanabar looked at the beast as he talked about him. He said {You are rank with the smell of fear. Death hovers with in your shadow and you do not know why. Do you? The reason for your decline........ balance. You have none you think you will die so you shall. When tho....... haaa now that's the question and a powerful one. Your balance is off because your mind is clouded and your force is at war with-in you. Clear your mind find that path set before you by the Will of the Force and follow it whether into the light or the darkness. Only then will living be equal with being. As for me....} Zanabar had known this being was scaning his mind looking into his very soul. He had learned to much.He saw the confilct and weakness within Zanabar. He said he had no balance but that was to true.

Zanabar then saw as the bolder was pulled over to the middle of the room.He started to spin it then some how melt it from within.The molten rock falls to the ground and the being makes one last remark. {I will make death and time my slaves. For none will take my life unless I give it. } Right then Zanabar could no longer hold back his rage he got to his feet and yelled "Do not speak Nogori! Stay out of my head! What I am thinking has very little to do with you. The force will not make my path I will! I control the force it will not control me! I have balance and I do not fear you... I will over come! I have for this long and I always will! and if you talk to me as if I am a fool with no understanding I will take your life!" Zanabar said as he took hold of his weapon with his right hand and yelled "I will TAKE your life if you speak as if you understand what is within my head ever again!" He said this knowing the beast was right but he would not face the facts. Still in raged he looks on to see if the other sith will see he will make a move or stand down.

Yes there it was the focal point of this young being the very place where this one's mind comes into focus and shows his true being. The nerve Cho touched must still be raw for this yong one to rage like this. Cho knew to that this one would get very out of hand quickly but to what extent. Cho being the older had to know.

With a roar in the force and aloud Cho rent a sunder the sandy boulder before them sending molten shards everywhere. Before the shards had moved very far from the center of the room Cho rose with saber in hand, unlit, to face the young being.

That is the words and actions that will bring your self into balance. You may not know it but you have set before your self the path you have chosen. Whether you will be led to pain or pleasure will be yours to judge. Let not those who would be your lead tell you other wise. For none here will care weither you are Overlord today or fodder of the Sith hounds later.

Cho knew right or wrong choices here matter little it only mattered to those who would see you dead.

If you think me wrong then come and see if you will stand against the primal nature of the raw power of the force.

Cho had no real intention to kill this young-ling and he made it obviously in his presonce with-in the force. So that any watching on would see that the Noghri Beast was truely caged.

Zanabar started to show something of a twith before he let out a beastly roar and with a force powered dash Zanabar turned on his lightsaber in a Shii-cho stance. and with a jump and a spin he came down with his blade angled to strike the left arm of the Sith and then keep striking with fast strikes aimed at the torso and head from that point on. "I will cut you down skum! You will never see day again!" he yelled as he keep up his Shii-cho attacks. As he moved he seemed to be dancing as the light of his weapon flashed and moved around with so much grace.

There was something about this being and his need to set off the nerves of Zanabar. He has started to understand the sooner he lets the will of the force take him the sooner he will understand what he really is. Zanabar may not have known this as he attacks so blindly but the words of the beast were helping him understand a bit more. So only time will tell how this battle effects his life.

Meeting with this lord, welcoming that new initiate, punishing the insolent; Renata’s life had boiled down to these tasks, and a few others here and there. She did not complain. Renata quite enjoyed the temple and the opportunities it offered. Her meditations had improved tenfold within these walls. She fed off the life that teemed within. Her own rage, fierce and powerful though it was, had never been in more control. Her power refined more and more with each passing day. The proof of it was in her features.

Renata had always been bone thin. It was believed that she’d suffered as an infant from a phenomenon known as “failure to thrive”. Small wonder it was, considering the addiction to spice she’d been born with and malnourishment in the short time after birth before she’d been taken by the Jedi. All their knowledge, all their power; it wasn’t enough to fix the wrongs inflicted on her before birth.

Her figure had not changed. Her skeletal form still appeared weak and without muscle, but it belied the strength that had grown within. A more discerning eye would mark the condition of her skin. Once it might have been described as translucent, ghostly pale. The skin was still pale as alabaster, but it seemed to glow with an inner light. The same was said for her hair. Wild waves of fire tumbled over her shoulders, almost to her waist. The mane had a life of its own, catching like flames at the slightest touch of wind. And her eyes… Those crystal blue disks sparked with an electric energy, seizing any who might stumble to meet them. They would hold their audience in silence without a word from her wide, thin lips. Darth Renata was alive with the energy of the force, and those around her could not help but be stilled by her presence.

This energy, this presence, pulsed off of the woman in thick waves wherever she moved about in the temple. Some slunk away, the unfamiliar sensation too strange for them. This was not, it seemed, a typical belief of the effects of the dark side of the force within an individual. Most expected actual darkness to surround those who were powerful in its ways. But not so with this “dark” lady. Renata brought a fire to the dark side that caused the weak and ignorant to scurry back into the shadows they thought they knew. But the force was not a hooded robe to hide under, it was not a cowl. The force was blood, it was fire!

It was in this fire that Renata walked as she made a customary round of the temple. She knew it’s every room, every passageway. She was a keeper of it’s secrets, a champion of it’s cause. There was more to this round, however, than a mere inspection of the overall well being of the stones and mortar. Renata’s presence had been requested by the noghri known as Cho Wroth. The request had irritated Renata for a time. She had never enjoyed the presence of the beast, and had been outright enraged when his inability to control himself appeared as if it would endanger those around him. Since the day she’d unceremoniously delivered her ultimatum to him, she’d scarcely heard tell of him. And that had been pleasant enough. She knew he was still about and that he and that man who called himself, for whatever silly reason, Shard, had worked together to supposedly subdue Cho’s outbursts. Truth be told, it did seem to have worked. She’d received no further reports of Cho’s folly. So she saw no further reason to delay meeting with him.

After asking about, Renata had been told that the noghri spent nearly all of his time within a meditation chamber. Finding that chamber was simple enough. The noghri had a stink about him from all his time spent… training or whatever it was he did, and that stink preceded even his presence within the force. But as Renata neared the chamber that Cho occupied, another being’s presence was detected. This one was raw with anger and confusion, a new initiate no doubt. Renata had not met this one before, but that could be said for many of the temple’s inhabitants. She neared the chamber, her senses keyed in on the two. They spoke, Cho lecturing with empty words as he was wont to do, and this other spitting back insults as if they were blaster bolts. She could feel the rage that consumed the initiate, and was slightly surprised by the semblance of calm that Cho presented. Indeed, it seemed he’d changed. She took her time coming up on the chamber, more interested in how the events would unfold than in stopping them. She did not hide herself within the force as so many childish beings about the temple always tried to do. Renata had nothing to hide, here most of all.

She felt the initiate’s lightsaber spring to life with his rage before she even made it to the chamber door to see. He was brave, or stupid, to attack an opponent he knew nothing about, foolish to allow the noghri to anger him so. Cho made it obvious he had no intentions of hurting this initiate, and so Renata had no intentions of stopping any of it. She would observe who the noghri handled this situation, then she would hear what he had to say. The initiate… well, Cho would cause him no harm. He had only to not harm himself.

The high slashing jump intended for his left arm came in a blur of shii-cho speed. One would have thought that would have left Cho's arm twitching on the ground but with an enhanced Atura impowered block Cho made the strike look like it was from a young child. The following blows to his head and torso rained down on Cho. A side step here and a block there Cho danced with the Zabrak, a deadly dance.

Cho watched the young being as he let himself start to flow with the force. The sounds of only the sabers clashing and the heavy breathing made the meditation room come alive. The strikes praticed with effort and perfected by time were like music and the darkness listened. Cho saw that the Zabrak made only head and torso strikes and wondered how the young one would fair with low strikes.

Not blocking one strike to Cho's head but intead he dropped his saber with his right hand and held up his left hand. An insane manuver that is what some one would say but Cho never said he was sane. As the blade neared he gathered the force into a force wave thatwould make the blade side to one side. When the blade struck the force wave Cho rushed more power to slow it and then clinched his hand grabbing hold of the handle. Once the blade had nearly slowed he force swipped the Zabrak's legs from it's left to right. Taking much care not to break his opponet's legs.

Even in unbrideled rage you must be aware of all things and not repeat your strikes for fear you open yourself to harm.

Using his telekinitic power and enhancing it with his raw primal conection to the force Choyanked the saber from the Zabrak's hands.

Test your opponet's limits and then strike to kill, not with your blade alone but with every being of your soul.

Cho sighed and let his focus straggle back to himself the young one was good but his unbridled rage would kill him in the end. He dropped the Zabrak's saber infront of him and backed away. Rashness with untamed anger needed to be brought under control.

Meditate and seach out the potencial strength of me and see wheither you will win with where you are now. Once you are finished then we will try again. Excuse me the Dark Lady that I was waiting for is here and we have a few fractured matters to heal.

Turning his back on the Zabrak he walked over to Renata. Getting to with in ten feet Cho knelt on his right knee. Dropping his head fully Cho lowered his force defences and remained in that possition.

Lady Renata for give me for asking you to come here. My noghri honor as it is, insists that I heal the fracture that is between you and me. My former conduct was unwarrented and affected by my former master's doing. She desired pain and chaos. Using me to feed her unending lust of the darkness she found with in me. Now though it had been corrected and I will right this error, oh Maitrakh*.

*-noghri term or head Matriarch

(Occ- edited to right peramiters of Cho's abilities)

Something was going on. He couldn't say what, exactly, but as Nieraan wandered through the halls of the dark, stony Temple he could feel ripples of... something going on. They called to him, tickled at his senses with coy little teases, and pulled him along.

If he knew the place as he thought he was starting to, it was more than likely a fight. The Firrerreo was learning that fights in the Sith Temple were (surprise surprise!) not entirely uncommon. He'd seen a few, he'd nearly been in a few himself, most notably the hassle that lead to both Makura and himself getting into trouble with none other than the Overlord.

Since then, he'd made a bit more of a conscious effort to avoid hostilities; while he wouldn't hesitate to hurt someone if they started something with him, he wouldn't go out of his way to instigate conflicts. At least not too often, anyway.

He'd been in one of the smaller training room, running through some Jar'Kai katas in blissful solitude before he felt the echoes in the Force. At first he'd just ignored them, content to focus on his training, but they didn't go away. So, before he knew it, he found himself leaving the room, lightsabers back at his side to see what was causing the hubbub.

He found and walked into the room just in time to see some Zabrak scream something about cutting down the Noghri he was talking to. For a moment, Nieraan found himself wondering if said Noghri was that crazy one that seemed to be the subject of so many muttered jokes through the ranks of the other Sith around the Temple. Probably. Can't be many Noghri here.

Then the fool of a Zabrak lunged, attacking the Noghri for whatever reason. Nieraan noted that the attacks and movements the Zabrak were using seemed to hail from Shii-cho. A form that's not as effective for use against a single opponent. Either it's all this fool knows, or he's a dumbass. Nieraan snorted a laugh. Maybe both. Given the obvious emotional fervor the Zabrak had worked himself up into, Nieraan decided to discount the notion of trying to set the Noghri up for some trap.

Nieraan went to crouch near one of the walls as the two fought. He found himself not too far away from a woman. She was thin, with flaming red hair--not at all intimidating physically, but there was something more to her. He vaguely remembered being told that one of the Lords had red hair... Novus? Or was it Renata? He pursed his lips, glancing up at her out of the corner of one of his eyes. I think it was Renata.

"Always fun to see a fight, eh?" he remakred idly, turning his attention back to the duo in the center of the room. "Not that it'll be much of a fight if that buffoon of a Zabrak keeps things up at this rate." He looked up at her again, tilting a dark eyebrow. "You are Renata, I take it?"

Nieraan waited for an answer and then returned to watching the fight. The Noghri emerged the victor, for now and least, and then went over to kneel before Renata (which earned a derisive snort from the ever-independent Nieraan) and began to speak, going on about mending some strained ties between them or something of the sort. Nieraan hadn't a clue what was being discussed, but that didn't keep him from grinning in amusement.

"Oh, he's so noble!" proclaimed Nieraan, just loudly enough for all to hear, when Cho finished speaking. "What a model; he beats the stew out of some fool and then tries to make things right... Would that we could all be like him." The sarcasm that rode on his voice was unmistakable.

Zanabar was not holding back he used his Shii-Cho the best he could and pushed himself as he attacked with powerful and swift strikes with the goal of ending the Noghri's life. his plans soon backfired on him. The Noghri played along for some time before droping his weapon then using a wave of force energy to break Zanabar's stance.Then all in one powerful move he had took Zanabar's feet from under him with his telekinitic power. He hit the ground hard falling face first. He was not focused or balanced just angry and that was his overall downfall.


The beastly Norghi then said {Test your opponet's limits and then strike to kill, not with your blade alone but with every being of your soul.} Zanabar would just growl as he picks up his head and gets to his knees feeling foolish and weak for the fact he was beat in very little time. He had been made a fool of and it became harder when he started to feel to life force of two more beings. Zanabar would look to the door as his lightsaber is dropped and he is then told, {Meditate and seach out the potencial strength of me and see wheither you will win with where you are now. Once you are finished then we will try again. Excuse me the Dark Lady that I was waiting for is here and we have a few fractured matters to heal.}

Zanabar did not truly understand this but after it was said he just thinks to do what he is told. So he Sits and meditates on his lost battle and thinks about what had gone wrong.He thinks of his foolish attack and his mindless rampage, in the end it did not help him. Zanabar truly feels weaker then he ever has right now. He trys to let as much of the rage flow away as he closes his eyes and thinks of his past. This was the reason for his hate he had to take deep breaths and relax his body before opening his mind to the force. not paying any mind to what was said by any of the other 3 people but he reviewed past events in his life and what made him a great jedi in his past. He sees it was his control and iron will. Two things he lost with the life of his closest friend many years ago.With his friends lost he could not truly see vaule in any life now. He was nowing starting to relax not thinking of the newest comers words. Zanabar then opens his eyes much more controled then before and gets to his feet and says "I understand Noghri..."

He then looks up at the women and remembers her name and says " Lady Renata!" He then runs next to the Noghri as he was soon reminded who she was. He falls back to his knees and lowers his head saying "Forgive me lord... Forgive me for my foolish and reckless actions in the face of a true master. Forgive my weakness ma lady I will stay under control...." He had seen the Noghri lower his head so she must have been somebody of great power. He could at the point feel the Force was much stronger in her then in anybody within that room. He felt weaker and weaker in the face of the greater sith, the true sith, but he was also feeling proud and had no fear. His mind was for the time being clear and open but how long that would last only time would tell.

Renata's entrance was followed by another female figure, the Sith Lord's younger apprentice, Zarene Yin. Considered tall by human standards, she stood almost half a foot above her master. Whereas the master was uncommonly thin, the apprentice was a bit more physically well built, more in line with what one would expect from a fighter.

The contrasts did not end there. If Darth Renata and the senior apprentice Gabriella Fisher were fire, then Zarene Yin was ice. Wild, unrestrained power versus cold control. Renata had a dangerous, almost disheveled look about her, Zarene's current appearance, from the raven hair tied back in a nice, neat ponytail, the leather half-mask covering the side of her face, to the dark green almost black cloak with just a touch of silver embroidery, screamed calm, albeit not without its own deadly icy edge.

They had been in discussion before coming to the room. She had been informing her master about the finished reports concerning the recent mission to Agamar, as well as her current discussions with Lord Phaestus about the possibility of modifying some smaller carriers in his product line for more specialized offensive purposes. But as soon as the door opened and they entered, she fell silent and stepped to the side.

There was no need for Zarene to say anything just yet. Her master would do the talking. The other two could continue doing... whatever it was they were doing. The only ones in the room that mattered at the moment were Renata and Wroth. And it was no secret in the Temple that Zarene Yin and Cho Wroth disliked each other. A weapon without control is more dangerous to the wielder than to the enemy... The corner of her lip curled downwards slightly in a frown as the noghri spoke.

But she would hear Darth Renata's reply first.

To himself-Calm, slow the rage, words do not kill they only make the reason for killing.

Cho slow his heart and mind as the chiding words of the Firrerreo known as Nieraan spoke. He even went so far as calming the force effect of the words upon his being that the room's dark force signature whispered to echo back into his ears. Sighing had a calming effect upon Cho he did not know why but it worked. Though this time it came with the heavy scent of another Sith, Zarene Yin.

Cho should have known that this one would linger around her master. They neither felt kindly to each other but this one too was another fracture in Cho relationship between Renata and himself. So letting her presence be as if she was not there he waited for Lady Renata's response. How it would be, or what she would say seemed to start to way heavy upon him in mind and body.

The foolish ones of this temple often made Cho's being a joke. The one he just tossed now ran beside him and whether in mocking or lack of knowledge repeated Cho's posture. Cho knelled out of a warriors code to honor the greater ones not to show submission but here in this twisted temple kow towing seemed to anger and provoke the wrong feelings in manners. Sighing again Cho kept silent, both in word and in the force.

As the sudden duel continued, Renata heard the voice of another within the chamber. She turned her head to study the Firrerreo who’d spoken. He was yet another inhabitant of the temple she’d not had the pleasure of meeting. He commented on the fighting and Renata offered a slight nod of her head in agreement. The fight would not last long at all. The fire that burns hottest also dies the fastest. It was a lesson she’d learned from her old master, loath as she was to admit it. Blackwing had taught her control, but it came in the form of obedience. When she freed herself and embraced the dark side, she’d almost consumed herself within it. She’d had to learn control again. She’d hated him so, but Blackwing’s lessons had a part in her growth. It was almost ironic.

"You are Renata, I take it?"

Again she gave a slight nod of her head. The duel was ending, and so she kept her eyes on Cho and the initiate as she responded. I am. Though our Overlord has seen fit to name me Darth Renata. It might do you well to remember that. She offered the words with that thin smile and just the slightest hint of a teasing threat. She would not suffer his irreverence if it would be taken too far.

But now Cho had come to kneel before her, giving his reason for asking to meet with her. Not but a moment later, the initiate knelt as well, fumbling over his words in his pleas for forgiveness. Renata couldn’t stop the smile, but she stopped the laugh. As the Firrerreo laughed and made his jibes, Renata extended her senses into the room. She could feel his distain at the way Cho and the initiate lowered themselves. He was not one for bending knees it seemed. She could understand that. But how well would that attitude serve him? The initiate was a cloud of confusion, anger, and eagerness to prove himself. It seemed all faced such indecision at some point in their lives. Renata could understand, but she could not sympathize. If this Zabrak couldn’t find himself, and soon, he’d either destroy himself or someone else would do it for him. Cho… he was struggling to maintain his composure. It seemed all offended him. Even… Renata turned her eyes to Zarene. Again she smiled. No, there was no friendship between her apprentice and the noghri.

Had Cho any friend within the temple? There was that Shard character. The thought put a bad taste in her mouth. Cho spoke of healing the “fractures” between them. Renata appreciated the gesture, but she wasn’t sure if such a thing was possible.

To heal something, Cho, it must first have been whole. Do you honestly believe there was ever such a bond between us? She shook her head. There is a cloud of mistrust that follows you wherever you go within the temple. Too many dislike your presence, and you allow the words of others to affect you to the point that you must call on the Force to control yourself. Oil and water simply do not mix. I don’t doubt that you have made strides in your efforts to better yourself, but I cannot imagine the air between us ever smelling anything but foul. I’m sorry Cho, but I do not believe I can tolerate your presence within this temple any more. It is not for me to expel members from our Order, however, so I would strongly suggest that you put yourself to better use elsewhere. She turned her attention to the initiate then.

You’re asking for my forgiveness for your behavior? I would sooner see you correct it. Our enemies rely on the tendency of those who follow the dark side to turn against each other. If we want to have any hope in succeeding against them, we cannot allow their hopes to turn out correct.

Renata wondered vaguely how many times, and in how many different ways, she’d delivered that same statement. She couldn’t count them all. It was almost frustrating enough to make her hands itch for the feel of her lightsaber in hand and the sight of a few choice heads rolling across the floor. But she banished that wishful thinking from her mind. It would get her nowhere. She turned back to Cho for what she hoped would be the last time.

Unless we have something more to discuss, I’d like to be done with this. The stench in here is almost unbearable.

"I am," answered the woman with the red hair--Renata. "Though our Overlord has seen fit to name me Darth Renata. It might do you well to remember that."

Nieraan chuckled softly to himself as a light smirk touched the edge of his mouth. She had a title to go with the name, of course. Maybe, if he'd had the inclination to address her as a Darth, he would have; however, her threat, teasing and hidden by the smile though it was, didn't go unnoticed. As such, Nieraan dug his heels in.

"Yes, well," he said, loud enough to be heard, though in a tone that sounded more like he musing to himself, rather than talking to her, "I'm sure you'll be able to forgive me if I simply call you Renata, yes? Unless, of course," he turned his head enough to look up at her out of the corner of one of his yellow eyes, "your entire sense of self-worth is bound within those five letters. Though I think that if that were the case you'd have more issue to worry about than me not putting 'Darth' in front of your name."

He turned his attention back to the Noghri and the Zabrak, musing silently to himself for a moment before snorting a soft laugh. "It's understandable enough though, I suppose." Again, he glanced up at her. "After all, a name is power, right?" That much was a leftover belief from his days spent under his father's tutelage before his corruption. It was one of the few from that time he still held.

Once again, he returned his attention back to the other two Sith and was silent for a while. "I am called Nieraan, by the way," he said after a moment. It wasn't his birth name--custom saw that it wasn't, but it was the name he'd gone by for more or less his entire life. It would do for the outside world.

He was vaguely aware of the entrance of yet another Sith shortly after his own arrival. She was fairly tall, lithely built. Physically, she was certainly more imposing than Renata, if not as powerful in the Force. He didn't recognize her. But, save the distaste for someone in the room that radiated out from her, she seemed content to keep to herself, and so he paid her little mind.

The Zabrak came to kneel before Renata shortly after Cho did. That got a disapproving snort from Nieraan. They all bend at the knee like peasants. None of them have a spine. Well, Initiate or no, he wouldn't bow. He hadn't bowed to Iniquitous, he wouldn't bow to Renata. He was perfectly fine where he was now, crouching near the wall with his elbows resting easily on his thighs.

It was around that time that Renata made her answer to the Noghri's offer to try to mend the rift that apparently divided them. Nieraan hadn't a clue what the source of the bad blood between them was, but Renata's answer made it apparent that, save some miraculous happening, mending it was out of the question.

She turned her back on him, and as she did, Nieraan couldn't stop the laugh that came up from him. It was a deep, throaty laugh, one that was filled with amusement at the whole situation. "What did you do, big guy?" he asked the Noghri. His sharp canines showed quite clearly as he looked over to Cho, grinning. "What in the world did you do to make her hate you like this?"

The Darth had spoken of not turning on each other. It always seems to end that way for followers of the dark side. Zanabar had been on his knees but he just can't help but shake the bad feeling he got from the Firrerreo, he was even more dreadful then Cho. There was talk of the dark lords broken relationship but from what renata said there was never anything there from the start.

Then what seemed to be the dark lords underling showed up and he could right away sense growing tension from Cho and the follower. Zanabar got to his feet and looked to the Firrerreo who could not shut up.

He was disrespectful, loud, and clearly one Zanabar would not like to speak with. Everything coming from his mouth was the type of words most sith would lose there heads for saying. Zanabar started to day dream about taking his lightsaber and putting the blade clean through his face. This was the type of guy who would still candy from a small kid then take off there heads.

Zanabar got up and said "I am known as Zanabar..." He said as he locked eyes with Nieraan and letting his dislike for this man flow out into the open for all to sense. He then said "Cho I would like to train with you a bit longer if I may and if darth Renata and her padawn is done confirming there feeling for you." He said a bit blunt but still never looking away from Nieraan as he had now let his gaurd back up.

She remained silent. Her task now was to watch and observe. New initiates came to the Temple almost every day. She would probably be working with many of them in the future, and she needed to know which ones were useful and dependable, which ones were loose cannons who would charge would told to wait, and which ones were chickens who would turn tail and run whenever the going got tough.

Wroth... he seemed the same as always. Maybe he had gotten better, but until he demonstrated it with actions instead of mad gibberish he would always be the same in her eyes. And there was the fact that he was always hanging around that Shard fellow whenever he wasn't bothering Renata. From what she had seen of the miraluka, he was a runner. That wasn't something in Wroth's favor.

The second one, Nieraan,... She had only met him for amount a minute, but she already felt that she wasn't going to like him. This one's a talker. Lovely. No respect for command structure. No discipline. Strutting around like a peacock. She'd file this one under the loose cannon category for now.

The last one, Zanabar... Angry. Not the sharpest knife in the drawer. Possibly controllable though, and therefore possibly useful. Or maybe not.

Good help was so hard to find these days.

Cho listened to the words of Lady Renata. She was right on most points but the healing was not solely for their non-union. When Cho was on Subterrel he had a vision of a future time of him alone on a pile of bodies with time and death hanging over him. With in the pile he saw many faces. Some of those were Sith and Lady Renata's was one of them. Cho had tried to see if making an amends with and unifying the Sith would change the vision. He closed his eyes once again and found it unchanged. Her will and the forces' will were the same nothing was going to change.

Standing-Oil and water how appropriate the phrase. You say we are like oil and water. I have watch you Lady Renata. You give to your self the properties of water, cool flowing strong when moving. I have seen in vision that you will drown the Light that is the Jedi.

If you are the water then I must be the oil. Then .......Diving into the force and opening his eyes......I will be the oil. For like oil I will bring light to those search for the unity with in the force and like oil.......Eyes now a glow with the power of the force....... any that think that they can get in my way will indeed burn.

Cho finishes the word burn with a reptilian growl.

Zanabar do you want to see what a unified Sith is like ....... then watch and behold.

Cho moved back to the center of the room. The darkness swirled around him so thick the voices from the darkness started to be heard in whispers. Cho dug deeper into the force drawing upon his rich resources with in himself. As he reached his peak he then allowed this power to flow threw the purified portion of his mind the power clarified focused beyond wonder. Cho let this power slowly flow out of him it took the shape of tendrils very unlike the ones he used previously. For those were wild and writhing these moved to a music held with in the force. Ebbing and flowing.

A united Sith uses all aspects of his being even the parts that would seem weakest, for that is him too.

Cho tossed out his light saber into the void in front of him and a single tendril grabbed the saber and held it. Cho lowered himself upon one leg one arm up the other down and away. Cho had rarely used his martial arts that the learn when he was young but lately he practiced it with his force and found it a very deadly combination.

Stava, noghri martial arts, deadly by its self but with the force backing it, it was a skill unequaled. Cho ran through the paces the slashes, the throat grabs, and the throws. All the while the tendrils slashed further out digging into the stone flooring attacking unseen opponents. He mixed Ataru, Juyo forms with in the deadly dance as well. On the final spin the tendril that held his saber flung it into the air above him. leaping high he came down with a force enhanced force wave with a push from behind to slam into the stone flooring making a crater two inches deep.

The demonstration was showing his skill of focus not just power for had he unleashed his full power this potion of the temple would need extensive repair. Cho let the force flow back and away from him into the nothingness from which it came. He moved over to Zanabar.

What you saw was just the first part of my refocused training in unifying myself. My mind is now my own and none will take that from me ever again..... Looking over to Lady Renata

Lady Renata I will leave and let you make the waters of the temple deep and flowing but I will be watching. If ever you stray from the Sith Code or hinder the Sith in any way you will answer to me, for as you have said I am the oil and I will purify the Sith of all that is wrong with the SITH.

Cho then turns he back upon Renata and moves to the far side of the room to sit and meditate on what has just happened.

Nieraan's insolence was ignored. With the prospect of being done with Cho once and for all laid before her, Renata wanted to do nothing more than finish the task. Zanabar was also ignored. Renata waited for Cho's confirmation that what she had said was clear. Once again, she should have known better than to expect a simple answer from the beast. No, he prattled on, as he always did.

She almost laughed as he took up the oil and water metaphor and tried to make himself seem wise by expanding on it. She'd not said the oil and water represented the two of them. No, the metaphor had stood for Cho and... well, pretty much everyone else. But Renata couldn't expect this creature to get the hint any more than she could expect a bantha to write a symphony. Some things simply would never happen.

So when Cho moved to begin some sort of demonstration for Zanabar, Renata turned crisply on her heels, locked eyes with Zarene to indicate that she should follow, and was gone from the room with little more than a whisper of air in her wake. The fool's promise to be watching, his threats, would not be heard. All the better for him. Such a thing would cost him his life.

He is to be gone by nightfall. She said when they were down the hall. Inform the guard and see that it is done. I won't have him finding another dark corner to contaminate. That room will be unusable for weeks as it is.

With that foul business finally ended, Renata allowed a smile to spread across her thin lips. As it did, she felt a slow creeping sensation within the force. It was a calling, and from none other than the Overlord himself. She could also feel the presence of another being called and her eyebrow arched as she realized it was Eurachis. He'd returned from the front, it seemed. Renata would be lying to herself if she said she wasn't interested to hear of his progress.

Go ahead. She said to Zarene as she stopped to change course. I have other matters to attend to.

Nieraan watched with some amusement as Cho began to speak again, deciding to take Renata's oil and water metaphor and run with it. The result was... interesting. At least he tries. And then he went back, putting on some strange display of the Force. Whether he was trying to cow them or show his worth, Nieraan couldn't truly say but it was truly.... well, it was something. Tentacles and all.

However, to Nieraan's greater amusement, it seemed the Lady Renata would be having no more of Cho. Movement drew Nieraan attention away from the Noghri, and he looked to see both her and her apprentice taking their leave. It didn't take a master of sense to feel the disdain that bled from them, nor did it take a rocket scientist to guess that Cho's display was more than likely the reason they were leaving. Well, glad to see the division between them was healed so well. Nieraan looked back over to Cho when he started to speak again, chuckling to himself. This guy's great. I wonder why I never found him earlier.

On and on Cho went, until he finished his speech, apparently unaware that Renata and Zarene were long gone. Nieraan laughed as he pushed himself up to his feet again. "She's gone, big guy." He leaned back against the stony wall, fiddling with one of the sabers at his waist before he folded his arms across his chest and looked over toward Cho. "You really have a way with people, don't you? Seems you trying to heal the division between you two worked about as well as putting a band-aid over a bullet wound."

"Maybe it's best that she left, though." Nieraan snickered and titled his head a bit. Generally, when trying to make amends with someone, immediately making threats was a terrible thing to do. Had Renata heard what Cho said, the results would probably have proved to be near-endlessly amusing for Nieraan, but for Cho? Nor so much.

"Oh, and on your metaphor..." The side of his mouth turned up in a bit of a smirk. "Oil doesn't purify, it contaminates. And to make a light, or to burn, it has to be destroyed in the process." He shrugged casually and flashed a toothy grin at the Noghri. "Seems like you're making good progress there, if that's your goal."