Post by Foxfire on May 25, 2011 19:08:37 GMT -5
Change is a way of life. Things change for the better or the worst. For Cho Wroth a noghri and force user this would be the seconded biggest change he had to make. The first was excepting to go with a loser of a Dark Jedi. All following events could never compare to what Cho was going through now. Exiled from the Sith temple because of another sith's inability to see Cho's potential and give a corrective hand in helping him free his mind of force blockages what were not his own doing. Then slaving himself to a drunkard of a Sith lord whose soul being is what was important to him.
Though Cho still owed Shard a life debt Cho had had enough of just sitting idly by as the world turned under him. He never was this way not as an incapable spawn nor as an adult. He had patients but what irked him was having to be a waiting dog starving for battle. His training was in combat his mind was formed to kill and to destroy. Having not but just one friend Cho saw the Order as a pointless waste of his being.
If they called for him.... yes he would come, as fast ans the dawn on Korriban. No calls ever came what few Sith he met never heard of him, it was as if he did not exist. So he would not exist, he crashed a shuttle he had been on from orbit. leaving behind just enough DNA and force imprint of his death that to most force users he had did in the crash. Taking on another identity one that he himself had started long ago, a bounty hunter and merc named Wryn, Cho restarted his life as a hunter and merc.
With Wryn as his new name he had taken on minor jobs. Starting small with petty criminals that were worth more alive than dead. Challenging as it was in not wanting to snap their necks when their whining would not stop Wryn found that sleeping gas made for better and quieter voyages. Wryn's piloting skills were improving. Having to fly himself was becoming a needed must. Though just starting out his ship was just an interstellar sloop with no weapons and nothing that would signal to any other being that this ship was a threat.
As Wryn, he wore a full helmet with hud and his armor consisted of various pieces of mando armor and fibro-mesh with bot impact jell filling the joints. It was about as space worthy as he could get. It helped a few times when he caught ones in space crippling them via the force so that running was a no-go, and then boarding them by a space walk as his ship micro repulsers held the other ship in place instead of deploying the ships sails.
Wryn had as to date fifteen captures and thirty kills to his name. Wryn was becoming more known but this noghri did not care any more about who he was just that he was being used. As he often worked and search for his prey he'd use his force power but when he wasn't he hid with in the force. Giving not one wisp of force power becoming in all regards force-less.
At a bar named 'Unknown' Wryn sat and filtered his drinks through his systems and drank the cleansed liquid via a tube in the helm. Waiting on another client was the longest time period he had to deal with, but deal with it he did by face claiming all the locals that were important and up loading their files into the sloops computer. So waiting he was and letting time just tick by.
Though Cho still owed Shard a life debt Cho had had enough of just sitting idly by as the world turned under him. He never was this way not as an incapable spawn nor as an adult. He had patients but what irked him was having to be a waiting dog starving for battle. His training was in combat his mind was formed to kill and to destroy. Having not but just one friend Cho saw the Order as a pointless waste of his being.
If they called for him.... yes he would come, as fast ans the dawn on Korriban. No calls ever came what few Sith he met never heard of him, it was as if he did not exist. So he would not exist, he crashed a shuttle he had been on from orbit. leaving behind just enough DNA and force imprint of his death that to most force users he had did in the crash. Taking on another identity one that he himself had started long ago, a bounty hunter and merc named Wryn, Cho restarted his life as a hunter and merc.
With Wryn as his new name he had taken on minor jobs. Starting small with petty criminals that were worth more alive than dead. Challenging as it was in not wanting to snap their necks when their whining would not stop Wryn found that sleeping gas made for better and quieter voyages. Wryn's piloting skills were improving. Having to fly himself was becoming a needed must. Though just starting out his ship was just an interstellar sloop with no weapons and nothing that would signal to any other being that this ship was a threat.
As Wryn, he wore a full helmet with hud and his armor consisted of various pieces of mando armor and fibro-mesh with bot impact jell filling the joints. It was about as space worthy as he could get. It helped a few times when he caught ones in space crippling them via the force so that running was a no-go, and then boarding them by a space walk as his ship micro repulsers held the other ship in place instead of deploying the ships sails.
Wryn had as to date fifteen captures and thirty kills to his name. Wryn was becoming more known but this noghri did not care any more about who he was just that he was being used. As he often worked and search for his prey he'd use his force power but when he wasn't he hid with in the force. Giving not one wisp of force power becoming in all regards force-less.
At a bar named 'Unknown' Wryn sat and filtered his drinks through his systems and drank the cleansed liquid via a tube in the helm. Waiting on another client was the longest time period he had to deal with, but deal with it he did by face claiming all the locals that were important and up loading their files into the sloops computer. So waiting he was and letting time just tick by.