Sol Damerin
The Grumpiest Merc

Planet: Askaj
Location: Ancient Ruins
In many ways, Askaj struck Sol as a planet the galaxy had forgotten. A small backwater in the middle of the outer rim the most notable thing to have happened to it was a brief migration of the local populous to Tatooine way back during the Age of the Empire. Other than that it wasn't interesting or strategic enough to warrant any kind of interest or oversight by anyone. He had wound up on it by complete chance after hitching a ride with a cargo ship, yet it was perfect for his purposes which meant The Force had probably led him here.
Most of the training he wanted to do could be done in plain sight. Practicing lightsaber blades with vibroblades rarely caught anyone's eye. Subtle manipulations of the force without large effects often went unnoticed. But sometimes he needed to stretch his legs and really push himself. This could only be done with his sabers in hand and by extending the full power the force granted him.
So he'd rented a speeder and flown off into the desert letting the force tell him where to go. He came to the ruins hours later, it was some great city of stone abandoned years ago, slowly being swallowed by the drifting dunes of the desert. Finding a nice open building he parks his speeder in the shadow of the open arch and stretches every muscle in his body one after the other. He takes his time holding each pose for several minutes getting completely loose and ready, working up a sweat in the process.
Stripping off his battle armour chest plate he tosses it aside leaving him in a plain white shirt, pants, and boots. The boots too are kicked off and he wiggles his fingers in the sand. It was almost too hot to be comfortable on his feet but the light was fading, the sun vanishing below the horizon and soon it would be cool, then cold. That was fine he didn't need light for this.
Moving away from the building that was for the moment, his base he comes out into what might have once been a courtyard now just another pit of sand. He had carried his twin vibroblades one in each hand from the speeder and he triggers the release and flicks his wrists. The blade fly from the hilts of his blades burying into the sand about twenty feet away from him on either side. The hilts, his lightsabers, feel far more comfortable in his palms without the weight of the blades attached.
Settling down in lotus position he places his sabers on the grounds next to him and then he closes his eyes and breathes out. A ripple in the sand spreads out from his position as he exhales, not a large one but someone watching would be able to see it easily. Then he inhales and sand ripples again moving towards him. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. The sand moves with each of his breaths as the force begins to swirl around him in a peculiar way.
At first, someone watching may think he is calling on the dark side of The Force. Dark energies swirl around him speaking of passion, of anger and hate, of rawr power eager to strike out against his enemies and tear them asunder. The swirling energies of the dark side begin to form patterns in the sand around him, constantly changing and shifting too fast for the eye to follow. However, if a wandering eye followed those patterns to their source they would see Sol.
In the area immediately around him, the patterns were different. While they still changed and moved they did so slowly, neatly deliberately. The movements of the outer patterns were random but the inner ones were deliberately clearly each new form building from the last not dissimilar to a fractal slowly evolving. One with the sense for it would find that the force energies close to Sol were not those of the dark side. The energies near him speak of peace, of Serenity and Calm, of forces that seek to bring harmony to those who feel a discordance.
The force was like a storm around Sol, the dark side raging about him while he sat within the eye surrounded by the light. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. The force moves through Sol and he breathes.