Power that be (open,Harukei)

[Foxfire]

At one of the canyon training grounds the sounds of heavy thuds and the crackle of lightning echoed out of the mouth. Platforms held in place by repulsors swayed under the strain of a being who was training with large rocks and pillars. The being would toss the rock or pillar into the air and either strike it with his blood red saber or rake it with lightning. Most would call the training excessive but when ones find out who it was they would just shrug and go about their day.

Cho Wroth has always been a bit odd to most of the other beings mainly on how he viewed the force and the connection he has with it. To him though the force was life it's self and his second skin. Cho loved his training even if frowned on by the others for it played to his strengths. He had been at this for a few hours. Sweat was pouring from him as he settled the 500 pound stone. Touching the controls on the platform he settled it down next to the stone. Cho walked out of the training area where his gear was. Dust was still settling as he drank from a canteen.

Looking back into the training zone head sized chunks was littered all over the floor. Taking his canteen back into the training area with him he used the force to sweep the area clean with a few waves of his hand. A pile of pillars was under one of the platforms and was making it wobble. Cho looked at the pile and sighed most were over one ton so his energy was going to need to be refreshed so he sat on one of the pillars and waited for his strength to return.

[Harukei]

She supposed there was some allure in Korriban that she could not understand. Even in an arid, dead and desolate world like this, there was something that whispered to those whose spirit was attuned to the Darkside of the Force. The slow compass of echos that transmitted the life and death of those who had lived here. The silent verbatim of stories would resonate along with the still active core of Korriban, that would beat like a heart from the dark depths would sync with her.

Each breath would be as if I fan fed a ranging fire within her as she centered herself, deep in her meditation. But her hatred and anger were not a flame without control. She could feel it burn deeply against the cool and collected mind she always kept. But it was always at bay, ready at her command to be unleashed against her enemies. It was perhaps paradoxical to think of a Sith that would meditate as much as she did. After all, there was no progress gathered from stillness, inaction led to stagnation.

Although she agreed on such believes, she also believed that the source of her strength, her abilities, needed to be refreshed. Syrin was an assassin. A weapon used by her master to silence those enemies that bothered her personal schemes, if her skills dulled of what use she could be? A blade needed a whetstone in order to maintain the sharpness of it's edge. And thus she advocated what little time she free, to retrain herself.

Her eyes would open, deep scarlet instead of the regular violet coloration, sign of her synergy with the Darkside of the Force and this world. She would face the drop into a canyon as the harsh and dry wind would caress her features. The thunderous sounds resounding through the walls would reach her ears, as the woman would lean slightly to gain a glimpse of what was going on. More sounds would emerge and without an answer provided by her side she decided to go down to see for herself.

The descent was not overly hard. The Force coursed through her body as she jumped and dashed between ledges, gaining a glimpse of what seemed to be crushed stones and several platforms that hovered due the repulsorlifts installed in their basses. Was this training of some sort? If it was, it was a rather quaint one. Her eyes would scan the debris field left by stones and boulders that had being split asunder, looking for the responsible. Until she found the shape of a humanoid creature, smaller than her, a Noghri, seated upon a rock.

"You are making too much noise." The woman indicated with a stoic tone. 

[Foxfire]

Cho had nearly gain much of his strength back when he heard a voice from behind. His force signature was dimmed but not hidden like he usually had it for he was letting the rare moment to use the force to help rebuild his strength. Yet the suddenness of the encounter of some one new near him spooked him.

A snap hiss of one of his blades kicked on as the static energy of force lighting began to quickly build around his left hand when he turned to see who it was. Wroth's mood quickly cooled as he saw a female sith walking up to him. He let the force lighting fade but he kept the saber on. He had seen many sith but this one he hadn't seen nor smelled before. She had similar look to some of the grander sith that kept their status with the upper class sith.

Sighing he shut his saber off not because he didn't see her as a threat but tasted her pheromones and could sense her intent was not hostile one. Using his force power he grabbed on of the pillars and slid it away from the others. With a sigh of from the strain of using his power and shielding himself he spoke to the new comer.

I thought I was far enough away as to not disturb everyone. I will clear this area and move further out into the wilds.

Cho went to clearing the grounds. With a sweep of his left hand twenty foot arc wave pushed the debris clear of the training area. Turning to the pile of pillars Cho looked at them and sized them up.

Please stand clear.

He dropped the force shroud and filled himself with as much force energy as he thought he should. With a great push the pile quivered and then slowly moved. The teeth breaking sound of stone grinding on stone echoed throughout the canyon. Sighing as he finished pushing the pile away Cho turned to the new comer. Cho death black force signature was swelling and growing till he got his wind back and then like a slamming door he cut his connection with his force shroud.

All that he had met has seen him as a stupid beast. So he just bowed and moved to his gear and a holo-map of the area he started to look for a canyon further out in the wilds. Most were about 10 clicks away. He would have get at-least water to go that far. Sighing he did not like having to move but people were searching out places for their training.