Roth slung his pilot's helmet under his arm as he strode into the cave, making sure to tread softly, since he had a hunch he was running behind. He supposed that was expected, as he had been flying escort in an X-Wing for some attache group. That had duties that were higher priority than this. His squadron was all in and everything taken care of though, so he had beat it to this cave. He shivered slightly as he entered the chill air and zipped up his flight jacket a little more. Not enough to seem boring, but enough to keep him warm.
It was quiet and as he studied the room, it seemed meditation and finding one's center was the place to be. He grimaced slightly. What was it with Jedi and their insistence on sitting still in uncomfortable positions to meditate and find their center? His center was space and it was always in motion yet always in harmony with itself and the Force. He set the helmet down on an empty seat beside him and adjusted his gun-belt. This was going to be a little more difficult in seating spaces such as this, but if he could manage it on a freighter, he could manage it here.
He took a deep breath and let it out, feeling the tension slip out of his shoulders and neck (He was overdue for a massage and knew just the place back on Sullust). Then it was time to begin. He visualized himself in space. No suit. No ship. Just him, floating alone in the void, surrounded by the cosmos that sang with the Force. Then he began to move. Nothing fast or combat in this situation. It wasn't the intention. Instead, he moved with the stars and planets. Slow and deliberate movements in gradual circles. His body one circle, his arms other circles, and his hands even smaller circles. Planet, moon, satellite was what he called this technique, although there was undoubtedly some other name for it. After thousands of years, he doubted he had invented anything new.
It calmed him and stretched out the stiffness all at once, although perhaps they were the same. His thoughts and wonders about the future drifted away into the blackness of space that surrounded him, leeched away by the vastness of the universe. Then there was connecting to the Force. That was a slightly different ballgame when there were no starships involved.
He could sense it and those around him easily enough. Tapping into it and letting it flow through him was an entirely different matter. He stretched out his mind as far as he could, letting it flow through him. It was a small stream, at least, steady and flowing, but nothing grand or powerful. He let it wash away some more of his worries, the ones he was only half aware of, but a few still remained.