Small sith in a big pond (open to all sith)

[raven]

As the small ship screamed over the planet a masked figure scanned the area around him. “This is Korriban? I’m not impressed.” He spoke to himself and looked down at the ships scanners. Searching for signs of life in the area, the ship was old and crudely maintained but the instruments where reliable. That much he knew his old master made sure of it. He founded a good landing site and sat the ship down. Standing the swiftly moved towards the ramp and hit the button to lower it. It was touchy, and took a few stiff knocks to get it to work. As it lowered Raven walked down until his feet touched the sand on his surface.

“The Ancient home world of the Sith.” He muttered to himself, he could feel the dark side energy on the planet and he stood there almost in awe. If the rumors where true, then this was going to be an interesting place. Swiftly he started walking towards the readings his ship had picked up, on his arm as a read out of the readings so he didn’t get lost. As his footsteps felt there prints in the sand Raven reveled in the feeling this planet was giving off. He’d never felt anything like it, it was exhilarating. For once the stories and legend was true.

It took him some time to get to the source of the readings, a large settlement so it seemed. So he approached it, lightsabers in hand encase the place had external defenses. He noticed someone on a door nearby. "Dreshdae" he muttered to himself. If he had landed here it would have saved him the walk, but he was here to find the sith. That was his goal and for now he would see what this place had in store for him.

[Rugs]

Afternoon in Dreshdae. Busy times. Nieraan snorted softly as he left the little old shop and turned to make his way through the settlement. The irony was that, for all its nearness to the Temple, Dreshdae was a quiet place, filled with relatively few souls. Supposedly it had been a busier place in the days of the Jedi Civil War, but those days were long past.

Perhaps the town would grow again, with the Sith returned to Korriban.

It was of little concern to the Firrerreo though, like most things of similar nature. He rarely ventured out to Dreshdae, though it was just a short ways away from the Temple; there wasn't much in the town that interested him enough to be worth the effort.

Today he'd made a quick trip out to take a look to see what kind of supplies the shops had. Eventually, he and the whelp he'd taken under his wing would make another trip back out to that isolated crypt for another round of some focused training, and they'd need supplies to last them the time they were away from the Temple. He'd been pleased enough with what he found, though the store owner might need some convincing of a certain kind to drop the price on some things. But that would wait.

With his reason for going out in the first place taken care of, Nieraan decided to take a look around the town. It was dry and dusty, like any other place on Korriban. Dry and dusty and dull, he amended silently.

He stretched as he walked along, dust coming up in little puffs with each step. It was then that he noticed something that stood out enough to get a brief, subtle lift of the brow as he felt it. It was a presence in the Force, simply. That in and of itself wasn't anything new, not here. However, this one was a new presence, or one Nieraan didn't recognize straight off the cuff. Perhaps it was cause for interest. It likely wasn't, but he made a habit of observing his fellow Sith. If nothing else, there would be another person to put to a particular presence in the Force.

Before long, his strolling to him to the person. They were lightly armored, whoever they were, and wore a mask or helmet to hide their face. They felt new. Goodie, one of those types.

Nieraan took the appearance of the person in with a barely-interested flick of his eyes and kept on without much further thought about them until he noticed something: there was a slender metal cylinder in each of his gauntleted hands. Lightsabers. Nieraan wondered for a moment why he'd be walking around with sabers out and chuckled softly down in his throat.

"You must be new," he said as he came within a few paces of the person, looking at them with one brow slightly raised in quiet amusement. "Word to the wise: 'less you're scared or looking for fight, you oughtta walk around with those somewhere other than your hands." The three lightsabers hanging from his waist clinked softly against each other as he stopped.

"Some people might take it the wrong way, y'know, this place being so close to the Sith and all."

[raven]

Raven’s eyes moved back and forth as he walked, taking in his surroundings. His breathing slow as his mask hiding the look of disappointment that spread across his face. The great with home world, reduced to rubble and dust. Nothing held his interest long that was until someone approached him. Hearing the chuckle Raven stopped and listened carefully. Giving no response he turned his head towards the man. Finally speaking up after the end of his little speech or whatever it was supposed to be. “I can take care of myself.” He switched his grip on the lightsaber hilts and placed them on his belt. The way they clipped on they sat parallel with the ground.

“How many sith make this planet their home?” For some odd reason he found himself curious, both arms coming up the fold over his armored chest. Raven turned his attention elsewhere. If this was ‘busy’ time this place must have been a ghost town later on in the day. One thing about this planet was for sure, wearing this armor was going to be slightly taxing during the hottest part of the afternoon. He as looking to further his training here, the memory of his master’s lifeless body still fresh in young force sensitive’s mind. Just the thought brought a twisted smirk to his face, though it was hidden from sight.

“I came here to further my training, to gain true power.” His head turned back to the man and tilted slightly to the side. His eyes traveled to the stranger’s lightsabers, 3? One must be a back up, or maybe like the one hanging from one of the many belts on Raven’s armor. His old masters lightsaber, it was a trophy of sorts. Raven finally turned a little more towards the sith but his head back else were. He wasn’t a very good conversationalist; He had no social skills at all. The only person he really talked to was his old master, which was nothing but spiteful arguing.

“If you can’t point me in the right direction I’m more then capable of finding it myself.” Raven grew tired of this already; so far he was not impressed by any of this. Raven’s hand twitched a little bit as he clenched a fist for a second. Cracking his knuckles with the movement, Raven was cruel when he wanted to be and right now he was wary from his trip to Korriban. In no mood for Idle chatter he turned his head back to the sith and awaited any answer the man would give, if any at all.

[Foxfire]

The temple had gotten loud of late and Cho could not find a good place for a quiet nap if you call it that. A restless sleep of dreams past, kept flooding his memory. He was tiring of the constant bickering as well. So he had walk out this way to find this dung heap of a run down town, so that noting but the infrequent gasp of the locals was all that Cho could hear or stomach.

Yet now way out here the bickering followed. Cho was currently laid back in a stiff wooden chair with his feet propped up on a near by railing of a empty store front. Looking out Cho saw two sith. Sith they were because first off Cho knew the stronger of the two, Nieraan. As for the other no being in their right mind would wear full armor in the Korriban sun.

Whether the new one was just new to the order or a new born babe Nieraan was the last person to try to have a verbal challenge with. Cho lifted a small stone with just a slight movement of his finger and buzzed it between the two.

If you two don't mind I was having a bit of a quite down time from the temple and training the young lings. So either move it on or dual it out and get it over with so I can get back to resting.

Cho's words were gruff and spoken through clenched teeth. It was hot and the wind was just strong enough to give his rags of desert cloak a rippled flap. Yet it was thin enough and wholly enough to keep him cool, even if he did look like one of the locals.

[Rugs]

“I can take care of myself.”

Nieraan simply grunted and shrugged noncommittally in answer. I'm sure you can, he thought wryly, eyeing the man. There wasn't much to see of the man himself. Nothing but black robes and red armor and the mask he hid his face behind for whatever reason. And belts; lots of belts.

Still, he noticed that, for all the confidence the wanderer seemed to have in himself, he put his lightsabers away as he'd been warned. The corner of his lip turned up just slightly at that. Like I thought.

He shifted his weight from his right leg to the left, ignoring the wind as it tousled his blue-streaked black hair. As he did, and as the being before him looked around, Nieraan reached out gently through the Force, to use his senses to get a better feel for this man.

“How many sith make this planet their home?”

"Enough," he said simply. Truthfully, he didn't know the Order's number, nor did he particularly care. Logistics of that sort bored him, and were best left to someone one of the others that actually cared about such things, like Yin. Of course, with his passively uninterested and dismissive tone, it wouldn't surprise him if the armored man took the answer to be him just brushing him off. Or maybe he wouldn't; he didn't care overmuch either way.

The man kept talking, and Nieraan continued to quietly observe him in the Force. There was some power to him; more than some of the other Sith running about the place. Though Nieraan felt it safe to conclude he was the stronger of the two.

“I came here to further my training, to gain true power.”

"Of course," Nieraan muttered with a wry upturn of the edge of his mouth and a biting sort of amusement, "you and every other Sith on this damn planet."

“If you can’t point me in the right direction I’m more then capable of finding it myself.”

"Oh ho," said Nieraan with a chuckle, flashing his long, sharp canines briefly, "no need to get touchy."

Before he could say more, he felt the Force stir nearby. He turned his head to the right, and lo and behold, there was Wroth, lazing with his feet propped up like he'd just finished a long day of work out tilling the fields that didn't exist on the dusty desert world.

He saw the rock lift from the ground as he turned his head. It flew toward them. He reached up smoothly and caught it, ignoring the bit of stinging that came when it smacked loudly into his palm. "Good to see you too, Wroth." Nieraan didn't make any effort to hide the disdain in his voice; his opinions on the Noghri were known.

If you two don't mind I was having a bit of a quite down time from the temple and training the young lings. So either move it on or dual it out and get it over with so I can get back to resting."

Nieraan snorted, at the Noghri in general and with a bit of pity to whatever kid he'd shanghaied into sitting through a lesson. "That so? Dreshdae's a big enough place, y'know. Feel free to move somewhere else if you have a problem." He shrugged. "Or you can deal with it."

That said, he looked back to the armored man. "And you came in by sky, you oughtta know where the Temple is." Again he shrugged, and smirked at the man, showing the top of one of his fangs. "It's the big stone building in the valley. Kinda hard to miss if you've got half an eye to look with."

[raven]

“Enough”

This was not the answer he was looking for; Raven scoffed and turned his head back towards Nieraan. Eyeing the older sith, It was true, this sith was more powerful then he was. But that was all the fun of it, the more power one had, the more they craved. Though Raven desired power, he had an abundance of motivation to gain that power. His goals and motivation was his own to know and for none to find out.

“Of course, You and every other sith on this damn planet.”

This caused Raven to smirk under his mask, so the rumors of the sith order making there come back was indeed true. Moving his hand with his words he spoke clearly through his mask. “And you are different than the other sith…” He didn’t know this siths name; he didn’t care to know it. He didn’t see anything that made his name of any importance. Raven was trying to amuse himself at the moment, since it seemed the only thing keeping him of acting.

“No need to get touchy.”

“My patience is wearing thin. If you can’t provide me with any useful information then point me to someone who wi…” something else caught his attention, the movement of Nieraan’s hand as he caught the stone in his hand. Ravens head turned towards the origin of the stone and the voice that followed. Raven didn’t like being interrupted when he was speaking.

“If you two don't mind I was having a bit of a quite down time from the temple and training the young lings. So either move it on or dual it out and get it over with so I can get back to resting.”

In a flash raven turned towards the huge beast and called his lightsaber to his hand and activated it. “Or I could behead you and let you rest permanently!” brave words for the young sith, but Raven was raised to fear nothing. Spite filled his voice as the light hum of the bronze blade filled his ears, his anger and hate boiling to the surface. Raven always held on to his hate of the Jedi, and fed off it when he needed it. His old master had always stuck to the story that The jedi slaughtered his family and he had saved raven.

“you came in by sky, you oughtta know where the temple is.”

These words where the only thing that kept him of acting on his threat. Slowly turning he deactivated his lightsaber, though he did not put it away. “I saw it, I just had no conformation it was active. Just hear say, and rumors.” He spoke slowly almost as if he was thinking on something. His left hand twitched as he reached out with the force. Lifting a rock from the dirt and another twitch as it was sent straight at Cho’s forehead. Nothing bigger than the crystal’s used in lightsaber construction, Raven didn’t care either way if it hit or not, He just felt like showing the big guy how it felt to have something tossed at him.

[Deleted]

The Firrerreo had been out for a walk on the desert of Korriban when he made a couple of passes through Dreshdae enjoying his time away from the temple. His black silk shirt and pants whipped a bit in the wind however his long black hair with red streaks was pulled up in to a braid to keep it from constantly being in his eyes. While walking near the edge of Dreshdae Koeing noticed two figures standing out in the sand and recognized one as Nieraan, the other he had never seen before.

How ridiculous. He thought while staring at the figure. All of that armour on Korriban? Was he plotting war on the Order or was he just a fool? It didn't matter Koeing had no interest in him, his interest lied in Nieraan being the only other Firrerreo he'd seen in a very long time. So he made his way towards them when a rock came shooting past him and continued on until Nieraan caught it. He chuckled and looked back to see Wroth sitting there, he tuned out the Noghri's banter and continued over to Nieraan and the other.

As he approched Koeing reached out through the force to feel out this other figure, then heard him speak and there was no need to size him up. A fool. He shook his head in thought as he watched the younger force-user become enraged at the Noghri, this elicited a laugh from the Firrerreo. "Becareful whom you make threats to around here young one, many will respond and i don't think you have the power to defend against some of them." He warned then turned to Nieraan and nodded to him out of respect.

"You're Nieraan correct? I've seen you around before but never got the chance to introduce myself. My name is Koeing Turion a Firrerreo like yourself as you can see." In an odd gesture he held out his hand to shake Nieraan's hand a show of respect to his kinsman. However he kept alert, he knew most Sith here had a temper and if Nieraan or this other man decided to act like fools and attack he'd be ready.

So he reached out through the Force to feel out Nieraan and came to the conclusion he was around Koeing's level of power but didn't wish to test that quite yet. The younger Dark Jedi he cared nothing for, you don't come to Korriban making threats and acting a fool if you seek training and power.

[Foxfire]

Cho watched the reaction of the younger sith. Anger quickly flared and thoughtless action was this one response. Sighing Cho watched as the small stone was sent speeding toward his head. Instead of catching it he just raised a bubble field and with a ever so slight redirection Cho let the stone zing past his left ear and punch through his hood to smash into the wall behind.

Sighing he lowered his feet and stood. Stretching out his arms he then walked over to the two as a third Sith entered the area. He let them talk for a bit. Mumbling as he got nearer Cho said.....

The dark Jedi must be getting sloppy with their teaching.

Speaking directly at the younger sith in armor....What is your name boy, so that I can have it engraved upon your tomb. . . . . Nieraan here like to play with his prey before he decides what to do with it. As for me I'll kill you out right and then go find your master, gut him and feed him to the Sith hounds.

Looking to Nieraan....What a waste of force power. If I ever have a second they will be better than this one is now. If I had came across this one early on he would have been able to stand here with out the use of this mask.

Dropping his sabers into his hands he linked them together to form his duel wield saber. Passing it into his left hand Cho slowly drew upon the force ever so gently.

[Rugs]

A wry little smirk tugged at Nieraan's lips as he listened to the newcomer speak. It was terribly amusing, the little flashes of irritation he saw, the annoyance that rode his words. If this was some hint of the heart of this man, there could be entertainment for days to be had with him. Don't brush him off just yet, though, he reminded himself. The potential Sith-to-be was weaker, true, but Nieraan had seen firsthand what overconfidence did.

How couldn't he have? It had been how he killed his mother.

"You seem to think we give a damn about your patience, friend..."

Of course, nothing he said even began to stack up to the reaction that came in response to Cho's chiding. He lit his saber and spun back to Cho, yelling something Nieraan suspected was supposed to sound threatening. Who could know what Cho might do?

Nieraan, on the other hand, laughed aloud at the display. "Ah... kid, I thought I told you not to go swinging your lightsaber around like that." Still chuckling, he folded his arms over his chest and watched the armored man, yellowed eyes glinting with amusement in the harsh sunlight. "Might get yourself hurt here with the big boys."

" I saw it, I just had no conformation it was active. Just hear say, and rumors.”

Again, Nieraan chuckled softly and smirked at the faceless mask. "What, couldn't feel all the beings gathered in it," he asked, voice nearly dripping with dismissive sarcasm. "You so sure you're worth the Sith's time?"

Nearly as soon as he finished speaking, he felt the presence of another as they drew near. Then came a voice, echoing his warning in more dignified words. Nieraan glanced to the side to see another Sith, one he only barely recognized from Cho's sudden return to the Temple.

Koeing, is it?

It was. He confirmed as much, and then confirmed another interesting tidbit. He was a Firrerreo; one of Nieraan's own. So that makes three of us in the Temple.

The proffered hand for shaking surprised him; it was a rare gesture among the Sith. Deciding it might be frugal to make an ally of sorts, Nieraan took the hand and shook it. "Nieraan," he said simply to confirm Koeing did indeed have his name right. Then he smirked and glanced back to the man in the armor. "Come to see the newest idiot looking for the Temple, have you?"

Presently, Cho was speaking, and to Nieraan's great surprise and amusement, Cho was trash talking. I don't think I've ever heard him do that. Nieraan chuckled lowly, letting his amusement echo out through his presence in the Force.

"What a waste of force power. If I ever have a second they will be better than this one is now. If I had came across this one early on he would have been able to stand here without the use of this mask."

"Easy boy," Nieraan said, deciding to humor the Noghri for once, " he might be a waste, but there's no need to flatten him just yet." A breeze blew down the street and ruffled his hair and the sash at his waist as he turned to regard the newcomer.

"Not when we can have some fun with him still."

[raven]

” The dark Jedi must be getting sloppy in their teaching.”
Raven turned his head a little bit to look back at the big guy and smirked under his mask. Turning back towards the big man he tilted his head a little bit in amusement. For once, there was someone who seemed to have the same views as he did. A sadistic chuckle echoed from his throat and caused his cloaked shoulders to bounce a little bit.

“What is your name boy, so that I can have it engraved on your tomb.”

Raven raised his hand to his mask and shook his head turning towards the next sith that came into their little welcoming party. Though paid him no mind at all, but turned his attention back to the big lug standing up to him. “My name…is of no real importance. But if you want it, then I suppose you can call me Raven.” He listened to the rest of Cho’s trash talking and laughed lowering his head a little bit.

”As for me I’ll kill you out right and then go find your master, gut him and feed him to the sith hounds.”

Raven reached up and placed both hands on the side of his mask, unclipping it as he removed it from his face. Lowering it the dark smirk now visible as he spoke. “I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed, my master never left Prazhi. All you’ll find of him is a headless corpse.” Raven turned his head and held his mask at his side, lightsaber still in hand ready to activate it. “You’ll also find that I’m not going to go down easy. You may have more experience than me, but with that comes over confidence.” His brown eyes still held a bit of yellow tint to them, though they were still brown.

Raven turned his head to ignore the rest of the big guys smack talk and turned his attention to the other two. Hearing nieraan though keeping his senses turned in for any hint of an attack from the big guy. “I came here to seek a challenge, if it comes because of my attitude so be it.” He shrugged and turned to begin walking away from the group. His goal was to find someone strong and learn from them, thus increasing his own strength. He had a specific style of lightsaber combat he wanted to learn; to fall back on if his second saber was lost or destroyed.

His strides where smooth and they held a purpose behind them, his eyes closed as he let the dark side energy of this planet flow around him. Yes, he left the big guy to revel in his anger or whatever it was he was feeling when he decided to pull his lightsabers out. If he attacked, Raven would be ready to defend himself, thus why his lightsaber was still in his right hand. His left hand free after clipping his mask to his belt to call his other lightsaber encase. He was always on guard, one lessen his master instilled in him at a very young age. And one he would not forget, especially around the sith.

[Foxfire]

Cho smiled as the young one turned and walked away. He knew all to well how at this age one had to prove themselves in their mind and Cho was going to give him some thing to think upon.

The Challenge is accepted prey. Turn and see whether you are worthy to be called a Sith.

Cho again swelled with the force enhancing his muscles and reflexes. It had be a while since he had an interests in some one other than himself. If this one proved strong enough and of the right mind set Cho would consider taking this one on and to Hell what others of the order thought of him and his teachings.

Cho twisted his left hand and the lower saber flared on with a snap hiss, leaving the upper off. Then he simply walked after him in quicker strides which made no sound upon the dusty earth of Korriban.

[raven]

“The challenge is accepted pray. Turn and see whether you are worthy to be called a sith.”

Raven looked over his shoulder and took up his mask once more, placing it on his face. He heard the click as it locked in place, before calling his other lightsaber to his left hand. He turned and with a quick spin of the hilts the lightsabers roared to life with a very distinctive hiss. His left hand held his lightsaber backhanded for now. He felt the force rush through him, more importantly his passion and anger. It seeped into him and radiated from him. The dark side of the force was his catalyst, and his source of power. While at the same time using it to augment his physical abilities, he kept his eyes on cho waiting.

“If you wish to test me so be it, it’s your move.” Raven spoke through his mask, the audio enhancer inside cleaned up any muffled sounds that would come from the use of the mask. Finally, something he could sink his teeth into so to speak. The bronze and off colored purple lightsabers glowing dimly in under the sun of Korriban, he was ready to react to anything. This was going to be fun.

[Rugs]

Nieraan smirked a bit as the newcomer quipped back at Cho. Always betting on overconfidence. It was a fool's wager to count on the overconfidence of a foe that was clearly superior. It happened with Sith, of course--the stupid ones. Any worthy combatant knew their limits, knew their weaknesses as well as their strengths. Then again, with the likes of Zanabar and others, it's not like we have a shortage of idiots here, he mused in quiet amusement.

Of course, he wouldn't say anything to the masked man about it, nor did he point out the irony of his assumption on overconfidence. No, best to let him fall flat on his face one day and find out the hard way. Assuming he lived.

The newcomer went on about seeking a challenge. Nieraan chuckled under his breath. "You'll find any of the three of us are more than challenge enough for you, newcomer," he said with amusement coloring his voice.

"But it looks like Wroth here wants the honors," he added when Cho stood and issued a challenge. Nieraan chuckled to himself and leaned against the side of a building with arms folded over his chest. This would be a fun little contest to observe.

If everything goes the way it should, it oughta be pretty quick. Wroth is strong... His yellow eyes flicked from the Noghri to the newcomer and back. But he's outsmartable.

A smirk tugged the corner of his mouth up as he watched. Either way, he'd get some insight on both of them, and insight was a valuable thing when dealing with people like the Sith. Why, if he got bored, he might even spice things up. Maybe.

Should be fun either way.

"Come on now, Wroth," he called out, his tone jeering, "try not to crush the newcomer too severely." A chuckle, dark in its amusement, left his lips as he looked to the newcomer one more time. "If nothing else, we could use another body for a blaster sponge on the battlefield."

[Foxfire]

Cho listened to the other siths words but he was past focusing on them. Yet when the younger sith turned Chyo stopped on his left foot with his sabers in front of him. Lowering himself a bit Cho ignited his sabers both blades jumped to life buzzing hungryly to fight. A soft growl crossed his lips and then he charged not touching the force power reserves using his physical strength alone.

The first ten moves were mid-ranged Ataru attacks none enhanced with speed or power Cho wanted to test this ones first response to his style of fighting. Cho let the moves flow from him. Years of training had given him a second reflex to the Ataru style and his body was built for it. Hissing with each strike Cho worked his emotions up so that when the time was right he could shut them down cold and turn on the predator. No Sith as of yet had Cho seen was a true hunter just sloopy killers and tricksters.

After the moves he would pull back just for a bit to see the reaction attacks of this new one. Then he could crank up the power and give this sith a run for his money and see whether he can stand Juyo strikes as well.

[raven]

Raven watched, as cho’s second blade was ignited. Raven smirked under his mask, Raven may have seemed it but he was far from over confident. He knew his limits and often pushed them, it was the only way he would become stronger. Only a fool charges in head first. he thought to himself. It was easy enough to deflect and block the blows. Using the Shii-Cho body zones and the parry’s of that form. When the final strike was parried, Raven decided it was his turn. Raven pressed the attack, using standard Jar’Kai strikes with both hands. Cho may have had the power advantage, but Raven had the advantage of reach.

“Not bad, for a beast” He egged on, his master taught him to get under the skin of those he fought. Get them to make the first mistake. The flurry of strikes counted 12; he wasn’t going to give Cho the chance to do much right now. He knew that the big oaf was taking it easy on him, testing him in a way. At the end of his flurry, Raven jumped back with the aid of the force and landed about 50 Yards away. Raising his hands he reached out with the force. Lifting a large boulder from the ground, letting the force run through him. Finally launching the rock at Cho, He was good in the use of telekinetic abilities. It was just time to see what the big guy would do.

[Foxfire]

Hit after hit Cho took the Jar-kai attacks. Each hit he could see where his errors is this style of fighting was, but he hardly ever used Jar-kai. At the end the young one power leaped from him and Cho felt when he landed what this one was up too. disengaging his blades he watched the next move of the young sith.

Cho watched as the other sith lifted the boulder and flung it toward him. A few ideas of how best to deal with this ran through his mind, side stepping it, having stop in mid-air or even use it's kinetic power and sling shoot it around himself. What he ended with was one that was obvious to him because now he had to walk fifty yards to take up the duel again, it was to slap it strait down.

Raising his hand Cho felt it rapidly coming toward him. Once he had a feeling of it he thrust his hand down and the boulder did a ninety degree turn in the air as if it hit a pocket of heavy gravity and slammed into the ground, kicking up dust blocking the view between them. Cho ran full bore toward the dust cloud enhancing his speed and agility with the force. As he reached the half buried boulder, Cho caused a force bubble pop clearing a gap in the dust cloud. Leaping off the boulder Cho was air born activating a single blade of the sabers Cho saw to it that now was the time to truly show what being a sith was meant to be.

The blade snapped hiss and then doubled in length as he twisted his wrists for a Juyo strike with his left hand and a force slam with his right. One or the other the sith would have to contend with. Cho using his left hand was a sign that he was not giving a killing blow to those who knew him, yet anything could happen.

[raven]

Raven was unimpressed by cho’s feat of deflecting the boulder down into the ground. It actually gave him time to think, Raven held himself as a tactician. So for that split second, he looked around. Thinking, but his time was cut short when he saw the dust part. Taking his stance once more he watched as cho used the boulder to launch himself into the air. For the time it took for him to think he smirked, hidden behind his mask. So when the time came to react, to the falling attacks of Cho one more backward force jump.

Raven landed on an elevated rock away from the attacks, Raven spun each lightsaber slowly. “I’m afraid this has ended, I hold the high ground.” Raven stood 10 feet over Cho as he smirked, he now had the advantage. It was over, and any direct attack could be countered in force. Though raven would not lower his guard, should the brute be too stupid to know the advantage was Raven’s.

“Submit, I have won.” Raven spoke, not out of over confidence. He spoke out of knowledge that holding the high ground gave one an enormous advantage. One that most don’t think about when in the heat of battle, but it was how he won several fights against his old master. Brute strength was not a key to victory, or power in the force. Those things helped against a stupid enemy, not against someone who thought more than one step ahead of you.

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He laughed at Nieraan's comment and shook his head. "I was out for a walk, just so happens i get to watch the fun." He chuckled softly at the banter going back and forth until Cho accepted the challenge this young Dark Jedi posed. He would have but the Noghri would be better for it seeing as it gave Koeing a reason to be lazy.

He stared at Nieraan for a short time trying to figure his fellow kinsman out, then the fight started and he became interested, it was a chance to scout Cho and see how badly this newcomer failed against someone with a bit of actual power. His eyebrow raised as he watched, the young Dark Jedi took the Ataru hits quite well then fired back. He was surprised that he attacked so recklessly, well it seemed reckless anyways.

Yet the Dark Jedi jumped away, he laughed softly at this wondering what he could do at a distance to a Sith well versed in Kinetic use of the force, and he got his answer the boy sent a boulder at Wroth which incited a fit of laughter from Koeing. What happened was expected, Cho shot the boulder down and went into his attack he recognized the Juyo strike and grinned the boy would either die or become injured.

However, the boy jumped away again this time taking a high ground position. Raising his eyebrow the boy fired off at the mouth about having the advantage and having beaten Cho. He couldn't believe what this child was saying, Beaten Cho, because of highground? Is he serious? He thought the boy must be joking but he seemed so convinced. He couldn't help but take the boy down a peg, he averted his eyes to Nieraan and a smirk pulled across his lips.

Turning back to the fight Koeing reached out with his hand the force moving through the cracks of the rock this boy stood on and in a flash he clenched his fist and pulled back with his arm crushing and ripping the rock right out from beneath him. "What was it you said about highground boy!?" He yelled out barely stifling a laugh as he watched Nieraan spring into action as well with a push for the boy to contend with as well.

[Rugs]

Nieraan stayed where he was, leaning against the building with arms crossed over his chest, as the fight began. It was interesting enough, he supposed. It began with a flurry of strikes that made headway for neither of the combatants, though he wasn't too terribly concerned with who won--if Wroth won, he'd just be taking care of business as he should, and if the newcomer somehow triumphed, then he was someone to keep an eye on, or the Noghri was dumber than Nieraan expected.

But Nieraan was interested in much more than the simple outcome of who bested who. As the fight went on, he looked into the details, the minutiae of things to see what he could learn about the two.

Cho, as maligned as he was within the Order was powerful. That much Nieraan could tell. He was probably holding back to test the armored man, but still, Nieraan could see that he was very much a force to be reckoned with. In that, there was a confirmation of something Nieraan already knew; Cho's power had never been in doubt. His intelligence, on the other hand, often was.

The newcomer was managing to hold his ground for the time being. He first acted with Shii-Cho, and then switched to striking with Jar'kai, a form Nieraan was extremely familiar with. He was a master of the form, had an intimate knowledge of it, and in that, he could see Raven's work was flawed. There were holes, slips that could and likely would be exploited as the fight dragged on. He just smirked quietly and tucked the knowledge away.

A boulder was picked up and thrown, then diverted. Cho struck again, using Juyo, but the newcomer jumped away, and up to a rock.

And then he jumped on a train to crazytown.

He went on about having the high ground and how the fight was over. Clearly, his vantage point on the rock was a citadel whose walls Cho could never hope to breach. Nieraan snorted a laugh under his breath.

This kid has got to be kidding. He glanced at Koeing out of the corner of his eye and saw the other Firrrerreo was looking at him as well. Nieraan grinned darkly. It seemed they were thinking the same thing.

As one, they threw their hands out. Koeing grasped at the rock with the Force to pull it from under the newcomer's feet. Nieraan threw a wall of the Force at the armored man; it wasn't close to the strongest he could, but it was sure to be more than enough--Nieraan was extraordinarily talented with telekinesis.

"I think someone's been watching too many bad movies," he answered to Koeing jeer. With canines glinted in the warm sunlight as he laughed and looked at Koeing. "And after all that talk about overconfidence. Guess I'd rather be that than stupid."

[Foxfire]

Both strikes missed their target, for Cho had given to much warning and time in between his attacks. Cho's anger slowed as the young Sith ranted about the heigher ground, yet Cho knew that nothing is beyound reach.

Turning off sabers-Heighter ground? What were the Sith Lords of the past minor fodder piles upon this ground? What were the Rakata Empire, a garden club? Young Sith you know nothing. All things fade with time and.....

This is when Cho could feel the other two sith messing with the rocks structer, breaking it down.

Ramping up his force power....great mountains and Sith fall it is were you are standing that matters.

Reattaching his sabers to his belt Cho started to recite a Rakata prayer for destruction. His focus grew as he closed his eyes and began to fuse with the raw gray power he was taping into. The air started to snap and crackle with static. With in the hands Cho focused this energy. He began to follow through the force with eyes closed exactly the points where the fellow sith were working on. As he found the points of attack force lighting started to jump from him and rippling down his body glassing the loose sandy soil.

Finally charged up Cho took a breath and released the force energy into the stone before him as two twin hot pink electrical blasts of force lighting the width of a small child's arm. As Cho pushed the energy out he focused too force bubble like shields around his hands. The energy dug through and melted the stone making the cracks bigger weakening the so called high place. Getting to a proper depth Cho stopped and yet he held on to the power readying himself for the final blow. Stepping back with his right foot Cho braced himself for a crushing force blow to the base fractures. If this worked there would be no high ground to go to and also bring down the young Sith in all aspects of the meaning.