Post by Foxfire on Feb 10, 2020 22:56:54 GMT -5
Time: 0101
The winds swept around a dark figure's feet as it came down the ramp of a landing craft that had seen better days. The ship rattled, banged and died. The figure stopped just short of the end of the ramp, pausing to sniff the air. The same air filled Cho Wroth's lungs as it had the first time he came to this black rock. This time though he was not the hot angry alien he once was. He was now older and wiser and had a stronger connection to the force.
Stepping off the ramp his bare feet touched the soil and made that connection to the planet and the darkness it held in check. With half closed eyes Cho called out to the sith hounds deep in the endless tombs. He called them to him to greet him and challenge him for the alpha position. Cho knew he would have to take back that coveted position in the pack for it was his right once and always. They were so like him in they way they saw the beings in the force. Power meant strength, strength of the pack. Anyone who was not strong in the pack had to move with the pack or be left behind.
Slowly Wroth opened his black eyes and looked toward the temple. Time had touched the temple, for Cho could see the stones he had layed and carved. Some were etched by the winds others were chipped or cracked due to wearing of feet, bodies and the swirling of the sands that ground every thing on this black rock. He moved to the steps. He could almost remember the events that happened upon them. Yet those thoughts died just as fast as they came back. Shifting the ruckpack on his back Cho stepped up the steps to the temple. With each step Cho let each foot fall be touched with the force. Very subtle and almost unnoticed each foot fall was a echoing thump in the force.
Cho gathered the force around him like his own breath and then let it go vanishing in the force, hiding within the force that filled every particle of this world. As a ghost Cho moved silently up the steps for the little noise he had made was just calling notice for those of power. If they wanted to know that he was back they would know. He was no longer going to play who's the better killer or the stronger sith. Cho knew that time and the force was the stronger of all things.
Coming to a stop Wroth stopped at the main doors of the temple and looked back out away from them toward the landing pad. He could have stayed where he was but some thing deep in him told him that he had to return to the way. For better or worse Cho Wroth returned and the universe will not be the same.
The winds swept around a dark figure's feet as it came down the ramp of a landing craft that had seen better days. The ship rattled, banged and died. The figure stopped just short of the end of the ramp, pausing to sniff the air. The same air filled Cho Wroth's lungs as it had the first time he came to this black rock. This time though he was not the hot angry alien he once was. He was now older and wiser and had a stronger connection to the force.
Stepping off the ramp his bare feet touched the soil and made that connection to the planet and the darkness it held in check. With half closed eyes Cho called out to the sith hounds deep in the endless tombs. He called them to him to greet him and challenge him for the alpha position. Cho knew he would have to take back that coveted position in the pack for it was his right once and always. They were so like him in they way they saw the beings in the force. Power meant strength, strength of the pack. Anyone who was not strong in the pack had to move with the pack or be left behind.
Slowly Wroth opened his black eyes and looked toward the temple. Time had touched the temple, for Cho could see the stones he had layed and carved. Some were etched by the winds others were chipped or cracked due to wearing of feet, bodies and the swirling of the sands that ground every thing on this black rock. He moved to the steps. He could almost remember the events that happened upon them. Yet those thoughts died just as fast as they came back. Shifting the ruckpack on his back Cho stepped up the steps to the temple. With each step Cho let each foot fall be touched with the force. Very subtle and almost unnoticed each foot fall was a echoing thump in the force.
Cho gathered the force around him like his own breath and then let it go vanishing in the force, hiding within the force that filled every particle of this world. As a ghost Cho moved silently up the steps for the little noise he had made was just calling notice for those of power. If they wanted to know that he was back they would know. He was no longer going to play who's the better killer or the stronger sith. Cho knew that time and the force was the stronger of all things.
Coming to a stop Wroth stopped at the main doors of the temple and looked back out away from them toward the landing pad. He could have stayed where he was but some thing deep in him told him that he had to return to the way. For better or worse Cho Wroth returned and the universe will not be the same.