Healing Fractures(Meira,Open)

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Zanabar was very confused at what just happened. Cho took a bit of time to show off his power in the force and then give a new speech. This was a strange 3rd day for him. He was just shown a force power he had never seen before, and it could only come from a true darksider. Zanabar kept on a emotionless face as he saw the darth leave. He could feel the strong hate both she and her lap dog seemed to have within. He had even felt as if Cho was now in some kind of danger.

Zanabar stayed in silence as others said many things he himself did not truly wise to ask himself. Cho then crushs his lightsaber in his hand. It was strange was he going to give up the life of the sith? was he going to give up on the force? Only time would tell for Cho then says to Zanabar If you have doubts about yourself solve them yourself for none will help you. If you have doubts about the darkness then you are not ready for it and you should go back to whence you came, or prepare to die. Here the strongest does not always live the longest...

this place truly may not be for him, but it my be to late to leave.Zanabar has to stay a bit longer and see how things turn out for in this place everybody really is alone. Zanabar bows his head slightly as Cho leaves. Zanabar then looks at Nieraan and growled as he walked out then says "You know I have a strange feeling about you Nieraan.... The strangest being I beleave I may have to put up with you much longer then I really wish to...Please, let use never meet again..." He walks out of the temple to see Cho make his leave. Not doing anything to even try and stop him he just grunted and turned around going right back to the temple as he thinks about todays events.

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Nieraan watched Cho silently, looking for some kind of response to his words. A few moments passed where it seemed that nothing would happen; Cho just continued to sit there, meditating or doing... whatever it was he was doing.

But he finally did stand, with a sigh, and began to walk toward the exit. Still, he said nothing, but Nieraan could feel something within him. The thought occurred to try to press deeper, probe to see what might have been lurking beneath the surface within the Noghri, but Nieraan decided against it. Instead, he'd only watch silently, lifting a brow as Cho began to take his lightsaber apart and left a trail of saber parts in his wake.

By the time Cho was done, all that remained of his saber was the crystal. Nieraan didn't move as he watched Cho, made no outward reaction to Cho's words. But within? He wasn't sure what he thought about the whole idea that the crystal of a lightsaber was what made a Force user. Certainly, Nieraan could relate to the idea, attached as he was to his gold lightsaber; but that was different--it was a remaining sliver of sentimentality from his younger days, when he'd been pure. Did it define him, though? No. No, Cho, that crystal does not represent me. Not entirely.

He watched passively as Cho broke his crystal, leaving its remains to fall on the floor. Then he spoke to Zanibar, and then, to Nieraan. Nieraan snorted. "My life is in my own hands, Wroth." And it would remain that way. He'd told the Overlord, and he'd tell everyone else in the Temple that he was not some cow, nor was he their property be used without getting anything in return. And the moment he started to suspect that things were setting up that way, he'd be gone, both from this Temple and from the Sith Order, without a second thought.

As Cho left the room, Nieraan watched from the corner of a yellowed eye and then looked back to Zanibar. There was doubt in the Zabrak. Nieraan could feel it. Weak. He's weak. Nieraan looked up at the sound of growling and smirked as Zanibar spoke to him. "Do you, Zanibar? Well, if that turns out to be the case, don't screw anything up and we should be just fine."

With that, Zanibar left, and Nieraan pushed off of the wall. He didn't care about watching Cho leave, and so he went back to the training room he'd been in when he first sensed all the ruckus. "Well," he muttered as he let his sabers come alive again, "at least that was interesting."

As he got back to work, flowing through his katas, he reflected that perhaps he'd be sad to see Cho go. If that one meeting with the Noghri had proven to be so entertaining, he could only imagine the things he'd missed before. But who could say, perhaps they'd cross paths again one day.