Mad or just rabid? (open)

[Foxfire]

Cho Wroth made his way to the main steeps of the temple letting his darkness and hunger in the force show and be seen for the first time since he slued his first master. His power flowed around him hungry and searching. For what? He did not know. The coldness started to settle once again in his heart, but at that moment he thought of Reylin, his last master, the only one that truly saw him for what he really was.

The flow in the force started to build and swirl around him stirring the air and gathering the loose soil at his feet. Cracking of electricity could be heard as the flood gates of the noghri's being was beginning to give way. Cho had trained in control for so many years. Now the others here showed their power so why not him. For an instant Cho pondered that thought, but finally reined in his flow for the force. Leaving soil that was gathered and blackened at his feet.

He took a few steps away and turned and settled on the steps. Meditation had been use to clam him but he thought he would try to train his mind and force to control multiple objects. To stress his ability in the force. So once again he started to gather the blackened soil to shroud him self in a cloud of fine soil.

The soil gathered and built up until half way up. Cho breathed in and drew in more of the force gathering a two small stones to orbit him like small moons. He kept this up until he could close his eyes and then open even more up to the force and see what came to him as he did this.

[Foxfire]

The world seemed to slow and his force connection began to creep over him. He was at the point of loosing him self to the force. With in this state Cho heard whispering, soft and indistinct. One vocal tone the thought he recognize. As easily as a soft feather in the wind, Cho was blown away and back to reality.

Exhausted Cho let the dust and rock fall. During the time in the meditative state Cho had started to froth at the mouth. Ones around him had moved away either in distress of being around a rabid Sith or physical revulsion of the scene.

Cho though did not care. He wiped his mouth off and bent forward. He placed one hand on the ground in front of him and rotated his body into a one hand stand. Starting again he drew upon the force once more. This time his darkness was more aggressive. Like a carnivoric plant the tendrils slowly crept toward a group of young ones. Ever so slowly it wrapped around and through the group. Until one of the group noticed and screamed. The group exploded apart and was awash in the force. None though could sense where the force tendrils went to for their force power was making it easy for Cho's darkness to slither around back toward Cho.

Cho smirked as he righted himself. He then focused on another area of power not just his darkness, but his telekinetic energy. He first off started to try to draw it out and give it form as lighting. The lighting was easy, but keeping it close to him self holding it not letting it escape back into the force that made him work. Many times he had to unleash it away from him self and others when he started to loose control of it. He now wished even more for his former master Reylin to see if this is how he did it.

[Foxfire]

The training was moving very slowly. Cho endured the bite and the searing of kinetic energy as he built it in his hands. The constant strain on his arms and his hands would weaken the muscles. Cho would just refresh them with a washing of the force.

The most he was able to do was make a kinetic sphere of three inches. Often it would want to flatten out, but that was the first sign that he had to release it or it would spin out into a very large disk of two feet. This would come close to his arm length and cutting into his chest. Releasing it was the only way to keep from getting hurt.

There had to be some aspect he was missing.

Roaring in Noghri tongue What am I missing? Why?....Why can't I succeed in doing this?

This disturbed a sith couple that was sitting together near the main entrance of the temple. Cho looked at them and snorted. They just looked at him as if he had gone mad.

Cho turned away from them. The image of the couple stayed in his mind. No matter how he tried he could not get that image out of his mind. That is when words of another Sith (Altra) came to she said to him her greatest power was love. Thinking on this was love for his master give him the strength and control over the kinetic energy. He went further away and tried it once again, this time with the love Reylin flowing threw him.

Cho started slowly and thought of her. As he did he found it easier to control his muscles weren't weakened and when the disk of energy started to flatten more he was calmed not worried about it. The kinetic energy disk stopped growing at a foot in diameter and held.

A feeling of great accomplishment came over Cho. Then in his mind he heard sounds of battle and noise as if in tunnels. The presence of strong force was felt. It was the same strength but in the reverse, the polar opposite of Cho. That is when Cho snapped out of the trance he had been in and found the energy disk gone. A battle was coming one that would change his life in one way or another.

[Otterling]

Di’Shan wandered out into the golden red light of later afternoon. The inside of the Sith Temple was far darker than the world outside and he found himself squinting against the light. He’d only recently come to the Temple and was still gaining his bearings but he’d been turned loose from the last of his classes for the day and had given in to the urge to explore the world be how found himself on. The front steps fell away before him as he stood just outside the main doors and he peered out across the landscape. The earth was dry and parched, a dusty brown in most places, and held little visual interest. Di’Shan’s eyes were drawn however to a dark spot burned into the dirt just beyond the last step. Someone had lost their temper perhaps. His focus was drawn again, this time upwards to where he spotted a Noghri male doing Force exercises of some sort. At least, he assumed the figure was male. It was hard to tell with some of these species.

Di’Shan had to admit his interest was piqued and he was suitably bored enough to want to know who this other Sith was. The Noghri looked to be an older man and judging by the way he’d shot a few looks at some of the other Sith, he wasn’t overly friendly. All the more tempting to Di’Shan then to go and “make friends”. The Twi’lek hurried lightly down the stairs, his lekku flopping against his shoulder blades as he descended and he shot a wink and a smile at a nearby Sith female who was openly admiring him. Di’Shan had become used to the attentions of others over the course of his life, it had served him on more than one occasion. The meager wind pulled at the loose white shirt left mostly open which hung from Di’Shan’s shoulders. He kept the ends neatly tucked into the leather pants he was wearing and his lightsaber tapped against his outer thigh as he walked, hung from the thick leather belt around his waist. He approached the Noghri slowly and with great care, watching the odd display of kinetics the other man was doing.

It was fairly obvious that the Sith was well versed in this form of Force manipulation but as Di’Shan approached, it felt as if the other being’s mind was elsewhere. He watched the disk of kinetic energy swirl, feeling it in the Force more than seeing it, and quirked his eyebrows in surprise and approval. Impressive. He watched for a few moments longer, noting that the older man seemed to have lost himself in something beyond the here and now. It was not uncommon for a well trained Force user to see or hear things within the Force itself when they were particularly focused on accessing the energy. Di’Shan half wondered what the other Sith was seeing.

“You look…preoccupied,” Di’Shan drawled in a surprisingly smooth, even baritone. His voice was deeper than most people expected from him due to his delicate features and feminine looking face. “Something troubling you?”

[Foxfire]

At first he thought he heard his former master Reylin speaking to him. As his mind cleared he saw not his master but another Sith. Blinking Cho moved back from the Sith, not of fear but because he had not fully regained his hold on his emotions.

Once again he looked at the Sith and to his surprise the Sith was a twi'lek. Cho stretched out his senses to focus his mind and found this Sith to be as darkened as he had become.

A war or battle is coming soon. My mind echoes of the things to come. If a battle is near would you join or find a rock to hide under?

Cho had meet many Sith here but very few were like him. The darkness and power of Korriban flowed through him fully. Few even matched to the darkness of this planet. Cho and this one were very much like the soil that they stood on.

[Otterling]

Di’Shan didn’t recoil from the prodding of energy against his mind though he kept himself safely closed off from anyone wanting to pry too far. It was obvious the other Sith was feeling him out and after a moment he seemed to have gotten what answer he was looking for.

A war or battle is coming soon. My mind echoes of the things to come. If a battle is near would you join or find a rock to hide under?

Ah, a challenge. It was not uncommon among the Sith to greet each other with harsh words and prodding just to feel out the other’s courage in response. Di’Shan would have expected nothing less from someone like his new companion. The other Sith looked to be the warrior type, heavy set and strong, but the Force rippled and surged around him in torrents of unrest. There was a lot of anger and, Di’Shan thought, a bit of confusion. Perhaps there was more to this Sith than met the eye. The young Twi’lek smiled graciously and let out a small chuckle.

“A battle? Well,” Di’Shan gestured playfully to his six foot frame, “I think I’m a tad too large to fit under any rocks, my friend. Of course, I will do as I am instructed so if the Masters do not wish me to join, then I shall wait and bide my time.” He gestured nonchalantly at the Sith Temple to indicate he was referring to the Darths inside. The leaders of the Sith would surely become involved if a battle was to take place and the Initiates would be expected to follow orders and go where they were needed. Di’Shan rather hoped that they would let him join in if a battle was to take place though. While he was sure the man across from him would revel in the carnage of battle more than Di’Shan ever could, he wasn’t averse to aiding in the sheer havoc of war. One could find the most wonderful opportunities there.

Di’Shan wandered over to a nearby boulder and all but draped himself against it, all the while careful to keep a watchful eye on the other Sith in case the man decided to play foolish games. “So tell me, my large and brutal friend, what is your name?”

[Foxfire]

Waiting........ humph

Anger flared in Cho at the use of the word.

The majority of my life has been spent waiting. Waiting for the Sith, waiting for a kindred spirit, waiting for a master that can never come back. I have become tired of waiting. Now the force has seen to grant me freedom, either in battle or my death. None have befriended me. They have called me mad some a rabid beast. This war.... I shall show them who is the rabid one, and who is the beast to be slain.

As Cho talked his darkened force tendrils began to grow. This time as visible shadowy wisps of purple energy.

To quell the the searching tendrils Cho focused his mind and said....

Wroth.......Cho Wroth noghri Sith. There are very few that have been interested in my name, or even of what I am. ...... Now that you have my name what is yours Twi'lek? Also have you known of a Dark Jedi of the name Reylin?

[Otterling]

Over his lifetime, Di’Shan had come to find that darkness came from many places in a person’s heart. For the Sith named Cho Wroth, it had apparently been born of prejudice and hardship against him, or at least so far as the young Twi’lek could tell. It seemed so foolish to him that his fellow Sith too often became so wrapped up in their own egos that they could overlook those right under their noses. Trust was not something a Sith did normally but it didn’t mean that partnerships couldn’t be formed…or be useful.

Di’Shan watched the tendrils of darkness seep off of Cho with his usual level of detachment. For Di’Shan, his own darkness didn’t come from hardships. It didn’t come from anything. He simply had always been this way, moving listlessly from one hedonistic pursuit to another. His old master was nothing more than a gateway to more knowledge and had been, for what it was worth, interesting enough. It struck Di’Shan as strange that Cho had an apparent attachment to his old master. Most Sith he’d come across had either run away to escape or, like himself, had actually slain their old master when the time had come to outgrow them.

Di’Shan mouthed the name Cho had given and wracked through his memories to see if it struck any chords. He hadn’t come across many other Dark Jedi in his life, his master had preferred a solitary existence, and they had killed the only other one Di’Shan had met. “Reylin…Reylin...” Di’Shan shook his head, his lekku flopping from side to side, “Nope. Not a name I’ve heard before. Who was it?” The Twi’lek paused and offered a lopsided grin. “Forgive me, I forget my manners,” he said coyly. He dipped into a slight bow and smiled lazily up at Cho in a sign of mutual respect. “You may call me Di’Shan. As for the chiding and words of others, ignore them, my fine warrior. They’re too busy polishing their mirrors and staring at themselves to notice anything around them.”

Di’Shan resumed his position against the boulder and watched his new companion with some interest. He had to admit he wanted to know more now. There was a lovely air of something feral and dangerous about Cho that kept Di’Shan’s attention. He usually became so bored with the usual people he’d run into. Cho seemed like an adventure at the very least. “So, about this Reylin,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest, “Who is this person and why do they trouble your thoughts so much?”

[Foxfire]

As Di’Shan talked of not knowing Reylin, Cho removed a holo-disk of Reylin's Juyo training session. The play back of the beautiful and deadly red twi'lek female going through the paces. Cho's mind wondered back to the day she was killed my a squad of mandos.

Mando cowards they took her before she could truly teach me. This is all that I have left the holos and her ghostly whisperings thought the force.

Cho snorted and shook his head to clear his thoughts.

A Sith line has ended before it began. Neither the Overlord nor any will take what is mine away from me.

Looking over at Di’Shan,......

Darkness that is in me is not just a result of my life here, but is born to me. I killed my mother when she gave birth to me. It was not her weakness but my darkened force grasp. It is amazing how little effort it takes to cut off the flow of blood to the brain.

Bringing out another holo-disk Cho showed the training glyphs of the Rataka.

This was my first master. They had no mercy no the weak, so I will have none. My race lives to kill and does it very well. If you see your death coming it is because we want your fear. When we befriend some one it means one of two things your are either prey, or a worthy foe. Killing you will gain me nothing, but killing with you might. What say you?

[Otterling]

Di’Shan watched the lithe figure of Reylin move across the hologram as if in a dance more than a fighting maneuver. Her form was graceful and deadly and he had to admit it was a shame such a lovely thing had been wiped out by scum like Mandalorians who valued nothing more than fighting for its own sake. Even Di’Shan had to admit that his race were something lovely to behold when they moved. He was fortunate to have been born with that same grace.

The Twi’lek stayed silent through Cho’s rant about the Overlord of the Sith and his refusal to give in to them and quirked an eyebrow appreciatively at the mention of Cho’s killing his own mother at birth. Di’Shan couldn’t boast the same but he also felt no need to. His mother had served her purpose during his childhood and while he felt no real sorrow at her passing he had been glad she’d been around to keep his father’s watchful eye off of him.

Di’Shan eyed the new holo-disk presented to him now and his keen golden gaze swept over the glyphs. He had to admit that it would be interesting to see more of that information. Perhaps he could gain more from Cho than just a hunting partner. Di’Shan chuckled under his breath and tilted his head to the side at Cho’s offer. It was interesting enough and tempting to be sure. A hunting partner would be useful. Cho looked like the sort who could cause mass panic and rampage through a town while Di’Shan slid through the shadows silent and deadly. Their styles were different and that would work to their advantage.

“So, my options are die at your hands or become a worthy enough foe to hunt with?” Di’Shan smiled and slid up to his full height again, his amusement showing in his voice though it lacked any hint of being mocking, “Why not a third option? Why must we be foes? Too many Sith kill each other over petty things. I have no quarrel with you. So, instead of a worthy foe, how about I call you a worthy equal?” The Twi’lek paced around his Noghri companion with a feline grace. “Have you ever seen a Kath hound hunt?” he said leaning in and lowering his voice as he slid past the other Sith, “They do it in packs you know…the smaller and swifter ones will drive the prey forward while the larger and more powerful ones move into position ahead of the quarry. Then, they simple close the trap and slaughter everything between them.”

Di’Shan’s voice had lowered to a sibilant whisper but the bloodlust in his eyes and the excitement of the idea was evident enough as he met Cho’s gaze. The words were soft enough to be hidden from any other Sith listening, meant only for Cho’s ears. Knowledge was a form of power and it wouldn’t do for others to listen in on their hunting strategy. “So…then let us be hunters together, Cho Wroth, Noghri of the Sith. I have a feeling, you and I could make beautiful screaming together.”

[Foxfire]

'A hunting pack?' Cho mind wrapped it's self around the idea. It had been a long while since he was part of a hunting pack. The way she described the krath hounds is similar to how the noghri hunted the great Vith of honoghr. This might prove to be a valuable venture to Cho.

Agreed.

Cho hoped that what ever was to come whether a battle with him or with out he hoped the Dark Will's purpose for him would manifest soon.

[Otterling]

“Good,” Di’Shan stated simply as if the two had just agreed to have lunch together some time. “So, if this battle of yours DOES come to fruition and we find ourselves on the same battle field, then we will work together, as allies, to slaughter our enemies.” The Twi’lek spoke of the destruction with an air of relative detachment. He was glad to have forged an alliance of some sort with the enigmatic Noghri. It could prove beneficial in the future to have a powerful fighter like him on the same side. Di’Shan was not built for raw strength but instead had speed and agility on his side. He would be glad of the help if he found himself facing a much stronger opponent.

“Well, till then, my compatriot, might I suggest you do a little more digging into this vision of yours. Knowledge is power and all that,” Di’Shan waved his hand about dismissively and smiled. “If we’re going to be going into glorious battle, I’d like to know what we’re fighting. Wouldn’t you?” He patted Cho affectionately on the shoulder and then turned and began to saunter back toward the Temple complex.