Silence of Darkness

[Foxfire]

The wind sung it's lone some song as it moved through the sith temple hallways. A quiet moaning followed by a hollow howl could be heard only when the night and those in the temple were fast a sleep and very still.

A few beings were awake at this time of night, mostly meditating. Cho was not like anyone else in the temple. He had stationed himself upon the top temple training ground. Quietly he had gathered his force around himself dragging sand and small rocks swirling them around where he was sitting.

Cho was focusing on the sound and the ever changing shape of the patterns of the sand and debrie. Only the grinding of the sand mixed with the wind was his only comfort. For lately anyone who could have been canidates for students has failed in Cho's eyes. He wanted to find another to teach his way to, but most here were beyond help.

The hinderance of the splotch of lightside kept his focus from truly seeing. The splotch had given him the singular area to strengthen his focus. Yet it had to go for the betterment of him and for those that would come before him.

[Othorious]

Doviculous slowly stalked the hallways of the Sith Temple, sulking in his own hatred and destruction. A mere few hours earlier he had been knighted by the Council and became one of the many Sith Knights of the Sith Order, taking on a new name, one of which he discovered in an ancient tome deep within the Temple Archives. It was this name that he took, which roughly translated into 'King of Demons', that name was Asmodeus, and it suited the hulking red, horned behemoth well. He stopped at the base of a mighty stairwell and glanced up, black thoughts creeping into his mind as he contimplated all that had befallen him weeks earlier.

The things he remembered with surrounded and fogged by a red haze, of Varulla'aba and Donnie, the two Twi'lek females he had suddenly found himseld associated with. Together they traveled to Ziost to find a mythical necklace of ancient Sith Power for an un-named Sith Lord. Their initial search beared no fruit for the necklace, but what Doviculous found instead was the Noghri Sith Cho'Wroth, which proved himself worth or respect after a quick, but powerful battle of saber and force. After leaving the wise (And somewhat no completely sane) Sith behind, his band of merry Sith and Pilot returned to Korriban to report on their failure, which the Sith Lord did not take kindly too, but he quickly shipped them off to track down another lead, Tatooine.

Enroute to Tatooine the group took a quick pit stop at Murkhana, to refuel and restock. There Doviculous managed to get into a small scuffle with an old nemesis, but the coward escaped on a shuttle and fled into reaches unknown. From there Doviculous somehow managed to get left behind after a series of dramatic events, which forced him to hyjack a small freighter, and travel back to Korriban on his own. Once back at Korriban Doviculous was initiated into the ranks of the Sith Knights and became formally known as Asmodeus, and from there his regular training continued. Now he wanders the darkened corridors of the Temple for the umptenth time again this week, wandering, seeking somesort of answer.

He shook his head, banishing the thoughts and memories away to the darkest corners of his mind and began his ascent. With each step he swelled the anger and hate within him, looking forward to releasing it in the upper most training ground, where no one was at this time of night. As he reached the top he suddenly felt another life form, one so familiar and darker than his own... then suddenly his eyes widened in realization and he uttered a single word. "Cho'Wroth..." He smiled darkly and rushed to the top, eager to see one whom he respected more than others, and slowed down as he finally moved over the crest of the stairs and out into the open.

There in the center of the ground sat Cho'Wroth, obviously meditating and in deep concentration. Doviculous decided not to disturb him yet and took a cross-legged position on a nearby stone pathway and watched the Noghri Sith. A few minutes later he sensed Cho's concentration lessened, and he slowly rose to his full height and announced in his deep, baritone voice, "Greetings mighty one, it has been awhile since we have spoke no?"

[Foxfire]

Letting himself be totally focused on the sands and the constant flow of force energies around him he let a presonce outside his bubble go unnoticed and unmolested for coming so near. His control of the flares of anger was becoming easier to take hold of and deal with. Time needed to pass for Cho to see if his hightened bubble would show any outer pullings by this other force user.

The swirling eddies made it clear to Cho that who ever was out there was indeed powerful and would need the other senses to be dealt with. So lowering his focus and bringing his mind back to the now and out of the fringes of the force Cho dropped back to knowing that he was in the presonce of one he had encountered before and respected, Doviculous, or rather, Asmodeus. The new name would fit for this one.

Time had indeed gone by Asmodeus. I see the night has kept you awake as well. Or has the new title made for a change in you. The changing of a name should be a time looked for not one to be regretted.

Cho rotated his shoulder and it popped from lack of use. Sniffing the night air he checked if they were alone or if any sith was around. Asured that they were alone Cho asked.....

So what tale of great deeds do you have? Lately I have found it hard in leaving the temple for any useful purpose.

[Othorious]

Doviculous shrugged at the question, "I have not found any purpose since my knighting... No real chance to test what I have learned..." He would sigh deeply as his shoulders slumped, "And althought I have faith that the Council will send me off to do....Hell...something... The wait has been agonizing... I've been cramped in this forsaken temple for what seems like eons, and I yearn to branch out into the universe, and cut my own swath of destruction that the trembling masses will whisper under hushed breaths for decades... yet here I am again.... shambling around in the middle of the Night..." He would flick a stone across the courtyard with the force, which would shatter upon impact with a nearby pillar.

Doviculous sighed again and turned away from Cho Wroth, "Sometimes I wonder if the Council purposely lets us sit here to rot away... letting all the weaklings...the newbloods go and make themselves feel important when really they are just small, seemingly insignificant cogs in the machine of our Lord's grand schemes...." He would smile at that thought, of the Newbloods... most of them oblivious to the truth of their existance... of course Doviculous himself was a newblood not so long ago, but that was the distant past. It was time to look to the future, and what Doviculous eyed in his future... was more death and destruction, which seemed to follow the Devaronian everywhere he went.

Turning back to Cho Wroth, Doviculous eyed the Noghri sith silently before asking. "Have you heard of any new happenings with the Empire? To be honest I've been rather ignorant of any new events.... If it was ever possibly I would like an update..." It was true that Doviculous has kept himself out of the updated status loop, and had been keeping to himself within the bowels of the temple, where he resided most of the time. Of course this streak of boredom has made him hunger for the knowledge of the Galaxy, what has happened since him and his merry band of misfits left for Murkhana oh so long ago?

[Foxfire]

Listening to Asmodeus Cho nodded his head he to had felt this way for quiet a while now. That was until Cho remembered the old noghri hunting tactics, of flushing prey. They would send out the young to chase and try for the first kill but most would just end up running the game into the waiting claws of the master hunters. No way out for the prey and an even quicker kill then they would have had if the younger ones had their way.

Shadows. Shadows before the storm are the young. We must bide our time for the right, the ....perfect kill. Otherwise our energies will be wasted on chasing prey that are scattered and not grouped for the slaughter.

Sighing he thought of what was going on mission wise. He had whisperings of off world missions and silent cleaner work for mechanics. Then there were the missions he was asked to join which would be soon, ones of a suttle nature no death and gore unless all was lost.

Misions? They're a few missions out there, most are for the quieter blades and those whose tongues are sharper ......Cho looked down to a com-pad and noted a request for his skill set on planet. This is odd a mission has just came up of our little planet here some weaklings have gone missing when they were ordered to clear out a near-by tomb and the following parties to find them has also disappeared. .... The creatures of this planet are showing their renewed hunger for younglings and the taste for the darkness they hold. A mission like this would solve your craving and bring an end to your doubts for whether your needed or not.

Cho smirked that he too felt like this not more than a few weeks ago. Until training and meditating along with repairing the temple became his norm, also a recent release of primal force energies helped as well.

[Othorious]

Doviculous perked up at the thought of delving into one of the tombs here on Korriban, he liked adventure. He hasn't actually ever delved into one of the tombs here on Korriban, of course he's been to the tombs on Ziost, but unlike Ziost, Korriban was made of deep canyons and vast barren deserts, Ziost was a wasteland of Icy mountains and endless Tundras. A good sperlunking would do good for him, beats bumming around the temple for days on end, and with Cho Wroth at his side destruction would befall any foolish enough to attack them. "Ohhh a mission to one of the tombs? How fun! I'd gladly join in on this little quest... provided there would be things to kill..."

He turned away from Cho to think, Newblood lost in a tomb, possibly dead? That's what they get for sending in weaklings instead of people like Cho and himself, and now they have to clean up the mess. Of course that usually means killing, so Doviculous usually didn't complain, but it would always be a dissapointment, the prey were usually simple minded and weak. He wanted to fight Jedi, not some Insurgent Militia, pirates, and beasts, but a full fledged Jedi Knight. It would test his skills and see if his training at the feet of his deceased masters was not a worthless, futile effort.

Suddenly a new thought popped into his head, which Dark Lord's tomb would they be intruding upon? Marka Ragnos'? Tulak Hord's? Naga Sadow's? Or even Ajunta Pall's? He turned back to Cho Wroth with a look of wonderment on his face, and announced slowly. "Which tomb are we going to? The Great Tulak Hord's? Or Naga Sadow's? Which one Cho, Which one? I'd like to know what we'd be getting into..." He crossed his arms infront of him waiting for the answer, he hoped it would be one of the Great Dark Lord's tombs, and not some forgotten Sith Lord's. He dreamed of striding through the hallowed corridors of a Dark Lord of the Sith, perhaps even finding something no one else found.