Claw and Fang (OPEN)

[Foxfire]

Finding a shallow tomb Honog(Cho) had made his way to the bottom of it. Six floors down and the heat of the surface was gone replaced by the calm quiet cool of the deep earth. The spot was also known to Honog as a testing grounds for Sith hound young. The older one would bring them here as the staging grounds for night hunting or drive prey into it so that the young could strengthen their skill of killing. Honog loved it here and many a older Sith hounds knew Honog by his signature in the force. They also knew he would not harm the young ones as well.

Yet they also knew that Honog was also a possible danger and kept and eye towards his direction at all times. Even more so when the young one would test themselves against Honog's strength in the force. The favorite past time game for the young ones was force dodge. Honog would flick a shallow force wave their direction and they would simply dodge it or not depending on how fast they were.

On this day though not a single sith hound was in the cave and it felt empty to him. Cold and quiet it seemed like a lifeless corpus. He crossed the grand chamber to a carved thrown of some unknown Sith lord. There was no casket here holding the remains, for the remains was placed upon the thrown long ago but the young hounds made chew toys out of the lord's bones. So now Honog sat there slumped to the left resting his head upon his left hand, looking like the Lord of the Dead.

He wafted his force power around the grand chamber dragging stone and other matterials that the hounds had dragged in from other places. Nearly a sleep his mind started to transcend into the visions of the future. He let it sweep about and around him taking in only the portions that mattered to him and that would affect his life in the future. Caring little about the comings and goings of the other sith. In these visions he saw Looma leave Koriban with out a word to him the success of other sith in missions. Even the training of his first student and the power progress he was making. Yet that was all and soon those visions faded and sleep finally came to him.

The sleep he was getting now was the only time he actually slept. Something about the temple made his sleep fitful and it was getting harder to get to sleep and stay. Only here in this darkened tomb could he find the rest he needed.

[Foxfire]

Darkness had been his whole life. The hunger for power his only goal. Constant training to achieve perfection in his skills. All these things were to Honog the pathway of strength. Even the force was just another tool for him to use.


Many have mocked him for his ways, but where were they now? Gone most of them were and for good reasons. Missions were starting and the cannon fodder was being sent out first. Fodder is how he saw them and it was how most were going to end up as. Rushing through training, not testing their limits would give only poor skill sets and weak fighters. As a noghri he knew some thing about weak or strong fighters.


With a start he quickly awoke to an empty grand tomb. Sighing he rose and moved to the center of the room. Diving into the force and then drawing it back to the surface, he filled the tomb with his power touching every wall, every surface, finding every crack. Focusing then upon the heart beat of prey, an old noghri mental exercise, did Honog bring that great amount of power and drew it down fitting it into a space of ten feet.


Taking a deeper breath, he focused his mind upon the anger and hate in the verse. This allowed him to find the strength to drew down the force even tighter space of five feet around his hands. It was at this time did the sound from the compressed force began to sing and hum with life. Honog held it for a bit then he held on to it as he practiced his stava. The tone of the force sound rose and fell as he moved it about, just like his saber. With doing this he was able to hone his stava strikes to be the most precise and skilled. Nearing the end set of his stava he switched to his sabers. One in either hand he moved making and using every move with the greatest skill. The skill of someone whose whole life was designed to be a hunter and war machine. His ataru was perfect and his Juyo strikes growing stronger with each passing week.

A click and he connected both sabers. In perfect silence, other than the singing of the force, he moved and slashed cutting down all the imaginary foes. His muscles burning and protesting as he stressed and brought to bare his full strength and skill. The blades hissed and warbled as they were flipped and spun at their top speed. They too groaned due to the strain and force he was using on them.

A final blur of core spins with his blades passing with in micro-inches of his body Honog swirled the power of the force with in him brought it to spin again with in his palm of his hand. He had tried this many times. The first hundred or so times failed completely, yet now his control was better it was only when he was fully engaged in his training combined with being so deep into the force did it work.

Raising it above him the orb of power swirled and then faded loosing it's light but the power was still there with a final movement he slammed it down on the floor. This cause the room to explode with sound and a shock wave of pressure was expelled from the room and out of the tunnels. As the power of the blast vanished one would note that the stone floor had sunk down into a half inch crater with the floor showing fracture stress cracks. Also that the scattered bone fragments had been either pushed out into the tunnels or cleared into the hard corners of the tomb.

Honog was breathing heavy as he stood. His power used but slowly regaining a bit at a time. He moved back to the tomb's throne. Each step resounded in the force as a crash of thunder. Sparks and crackling of the force still played upon his skin even after such a powerful release. Upon his sitting a gust of wind returned down the tunnels of the tomb and refreshed the tomb. Heaving a tired sigh Honog closed his eyes and let the restful feeling of the surge of adrenaline and the tingling of the power surge wash over him.

[Foxfire]

.925 had been hard dropped again on the planet of Korriban. He was searching out for his frist program master a sith lady. She had garve him orders and vanished. He had not seen her or heard from her so he was still carrying out her prime directive she gave him to protect her and her goals, then her sister.

To do so he had made contacts with another droid and some other beings from outside verse. Now he was going to see if he could aquire the most unlikely help to his master another Sith. This Sith was recently knighted and was known to .925. This Honog would present both a problem and an aide to his master's goal. If this fleshy Sith could be aquired and used then his master's goals would come another step closer to their finish.

Finding Honog was not hard for .925 after all this particular sith had great force power and used it often. So as he neared the temple .925 scanned the temple visualy and then by the macro-sensors. The macro-sensors were a blur with power of magnetic and other flowing and surging of power flow affects. Too many to check or count, yet this was not hopeless. He turn himself to the tombs for their power was altogether different.

Out there in the tombs the macro-sensors showed a different look the flows were slower deeper and ...... well less alive, except for a few minor flares. These flares were life-forms of the sithy ones weither they were intell's or primals only a closer look would render that verdict. Watching still a massive glow of living power rose and died for a time of three hours, ending with a flash of macro activity.

There that was what .925 was looking for that was his Sith. Taking the mile hike he entered the shallow tomb and found no resistance or cave dwellers. This Fleshy Sith either has scarred them away or had killed them, either way it made for faster progress down the tunnels. Though the tunnels were many the dust flow and the returned air flow show him the way back to their expulsion origin.

Entering the Tomb hall .925 said nothing rather he simply waited on this master of the force known that first impressions were vital and key to the goals of his mistress. This Sith he had seen and worked with before but they had not talked. This time .925 would do the talking and the sith the listening. Yet it would not happen until this fleshy sith was ready to listen to him, a droid.

[Foxfire]

The two previous wars did little to ease his mind and his needs. The blood thirst had slowed but the hunger for battle was one that never quite quit him. He had battled republic and jedi still nothing settled his unease except for the training and the pushing of his limits of gaining power. The droid that had entered was one he had known and had dealing with before.

What would you ask war droid? Your presence has always been followed by chaous. If you need my help or resources then I require something as well, Loyality. Yet your program is tied to another if I'm not mistaken. Can you join with me fight for me if your program is given to another?

Honog slowed as he felt another presence with in the force one that had been missing from the temple for quiet some time. Rising his force sig he called to this one.

[Malice]

Sol had landed on the all to familiar planet of Korriban, a place he hadn't been for some time. As soon as he stepped from within his ship, a strong presence called him, one just as familiar as the planet itself. The dark side of the force was just as strong as he'd remembered. With a grin, Sol pulled his hood up over his head and made his way through the dry planet in search of the source.

[Foxfire]

Honog rose.....

I'll be haveing company we shal talk about this later droid. You have time I don't. You can stay if you want just don't interfere.

Honog swelled with power and he moved through the maze of tunnels to the mouth of the lost tomb. He would only let a few enter the tomb and so far the droid was the only thing he wanted in his only sanctuary.

With his double sabers in hand he waited. Only those who had proved worthy of him, by him did he think much of and this one.... well it had been awhile. Now he was wanting to see what changes this one had made.

[Malice]

A familiar path, upon this familiar planet. One not traveled in quite some time, not since his first days as a Sith. A strong, almost nostalgic, feeling filled him as he was guided by the source of the dark side power. He traversed over a massive rock where images of passed saber training sessions surrounded him as he passed through. Sol came to the mouth of a cave where he would lay eyes upon an all took familiar figure.

My, Master.

He said, offering a bow. Sol pulled his saber from his hip in response to his masters. It had indeed been a while since the two last clashed sabers.

( Apologies about the delay, this damn Hurricane left me without power until today.)

[Foxfire]

What calls you back to the temple? Sol have you too came to see what the freak monster of the sith has become? If you wish to duel then I shall ablige your request. Yet remember I never go easy and never yeild.

Honog waited for Sol's reply. He quietly and gently grew in power. The static built to a level that it started to ark from his hands to his legs and then from his legs to the ground. The time between them had been short but the training was one that went beyond most other. Honog wanted to see how much this one grew or if the time was wasted.

[Malice]

Power.

Sol would reply, his own power now on the rise. His power in the dark side was noticeably stronger than when he had first arrived, and continually growing as he stood before his master.

Time exploring the cosmos was greatly needed. When I first stood before you, I was ignorant of the true will of the dark side. Facing countless beings that claimed to have unlocked the secrets and knowledge of the dark side proved a learning experience as they fell before me. I grew, and now I am certain I have the ability to understand your teachings.


The young male aimed to prove his outstanding growth by engaging his master in saber combat. The invitation had been set, formalities set aside and as his master, Sol wouldn't hold back. He would lunge forward, closing the space between them fairly quickly. As he did, his power spiked as he ignites his saber. Sol swung the humming saber toward, Honog, aiming the severe him in two.

[Foxfire]

Honog listened to his words. Power, yes power was all well and good but to weild it one had to know what to do with it once they have it. Power had it's suttle timings and delicate movements to make the damage done grow to epic levels for the perfect kill. Watching the young sith bolt toward him Honog felt the power grow. The time they had together he had to show these suttle efforts of moving the force. So this was the perfect timing to show how far this young one had to go.

Honog slowed his breathing and readied himself for the Sol's cleaving strike. Honog being the smaller of the two let the strike push him down. As the strike hit his blades he flared his power and then hid with in the force. The strike and the ensueing blow made for empressive show and now he was all but hidden within the force only by ones eye could a force user tell he was there. Smiling Honog blank mindedly made a low leg sweep. It was meant to force Sol to either jump or to move back. Then he moved forward disengaging his left blade with a simple twist of the hand. He shot a short stava strike to the left knee in hopes to stun the muscles and drop Sol down to his height.

Honog stayed hidden with in the force and clouded his mind with the thought of a pulsing heart beat. His mind flowed with the thought of the bitter sweet smell of blood. He lowered his head and moved back with his blades nearly behind him. The primal hiss of noghri curse came forth daring another strike. Force lighting jumped from his hands to the ground biting and glassing spots as he backed up.

[Malice]

Sol was surprised that such a frontal assault would force his master down, leaving his mind to quickly way the possibilities of this being the truth. Of course, it couldn't be, so Sol would only be expecting a counter from the seasoned Sith Master. Not wasting a moment, Sol threw himself into a quick back flip using the aid of the force. It was a great way to feel out his opponent, but not the amount of information he'd hoped for. With the spike of power that came from Honog, Sol would have to switch his tactic as he could no longer feel the presence of his master.

A very sinister hiss invaded Sols ears as the demeanor of Honog had changed, no longer in an expected battle stance. Sol began to slow his breathing, being able to clear his mind easier. He'd allow the dark side of the force flow throw him, his eyes now taking on a more sulfuric color. Sol once again rushed towards Honog, anger fueling each swing of his blade. He'd have to rely on his eyes and the aid of the force to combat his master. You could feel his power spike each time he swung his saber, as if funneling his power into his attacks each time in powerful bursts.

[Foxfire]

Honog saw within the force Sol's strength building. He knew that this one had indeed grew in strength. From the way he charged tho this one still needed knowledge of the fight. The anger and rage fueled his strikes but they were simple blind styled strikes. Though the power of the strikes were wearing on him physically it took all his Stava defencive efforts to deal with it.

At the final point of the break Honog smiled a wicked noghri grin. Dropping the gates of the force he let the force flood into him as he broke from the simularities of the common signature that hid him so well. With the rush he contiued to pull the force faster gathering it into himself. The force swirled and snapped and crackled around him as he created a force bubble that was trying to hold the force. It shrunk shuddered and then exploded outward. Finishing it up with a scattering of force lighting and a second pop of a force shock wave.

Back flipping away from Sol and landing up the face of the entrance he gathered his breath and force. Loosing his force tendrils they swirled and writhed around him. A few grabbed the loose rocks around him and pushed they away till they were out of their reach. Some slapped the ground making a popping sound others dug their points into the ground.

And evil sithy laugh rose from his throat.

You've grown but you still fight as a child slapping with your saber. The blade is to carve the flesh, sever limbs, and split into any thing that would get into your way. Power and will to fight is only half of what you need. Skill of the kill, the knowledge of how to bring death is what you need and I have that in spades. Would you be willing to learn or are you still fine with the sloopy kill?

[Malice]

Sol was overwhelmed by the force that was released by Honog. As the force hit him, Sol would use the force to try and push back in an attempt to cushion the blow. It took every ounce of his being to hold his ground and not be tossed back like a rag doll. The force lightning singed and burned both skin and cloth as they tore away at his to robes. By the time Sol made it through the explosion, he was left barely standing as his was covered in burns. His robe at his feet in shreds, he hunched over a bit with his arms dangling as if lifeless. A fire burned in his eyes making it obvious that the condition of the flesh was the only thing holding back his will.

I wish to learn and master the art of the kill, my master.

Sol said as he fell to one knee and lowered his head, reinstating his loyalty to his master and admitting his defeat.

[Foxfire]

Rise to your feet. You have great power but how to use it well you need the knowledge that comes with time. For me I knew your hunger for power and so taking away your steediness within the force was the unbalancing of the duel. Weaken and strengthen like the waves upon the sea should you be. Yet knowing who you're fighting also is an advantage. When you weaken your attacker will be drawn in then smash him with the strengthening that he was not knowing you had. Suttle shifting in you fighting styles will make the other wait or miss judge. Power can be liked to a falling moon yet it is only effective when the person is to busy to look to the sky.

Honog rose a rock the size of his head near him. Reaching out he formed a force bubble in his palm. Then drew force lighting in to it. Rotating his hand and pointing his finger at the rock an arc of force lighting hit the rock and started to bore into it. The molten slag soon ran out, slowing stopping he rotated the force sphere around he then shoved it into the gap. The following explosion of the release of the lighting force ball was some what impressive. The destruction of the rock was not his reason for doing this. What was he had seen over Sol's shoulder a group of sith hounds was aproaching a pair of eight foot males was leding the group. With a snort they made their pressonce known.

Use what is your skills to their best, don't just go trying to crush every thing. Yes you can crush it but decide when it is best.