Ferocity, Way of the Vornskr: Juyo Class

[Apollyon]

Days earlier Audroti had taught a small class of Acolytes the Way of the Sarlacc, Shii-Cho and had enlightened them a little more on its history and practice in effort to shape their chosen style a bit more. The class had met on a teetering walkway that in Audroti’s eyes personified the unrelenting determination that Shii-Cho was known for as it refused to collapse or give way to the pressures of the Coruscanti landscape around it. Today was different though, there was no coordinates given to the students, no place out in the wilds of Coruscant for them to meet. Instead Audroti had given them different directions; they were to meet him at the shuttle port of the Safe Zone.

While he didn’t doubt many of the students found this demand to be odd and didn’t understand why the Sith Master would hold his class in a shuttle port. The truth behind this order was simple, the class wasn’t being held in the shuttle port at all. Instead Audroti had rented a small surface transport that would take them to where the class would be held. As with his Shii-Cho class Audroti had selected an area he believed to personify the Form he was about to teach, while the walkway’s resilience reminded him of the unrelenting nature of Shii-Cho, the Coruscanti Undercities reminded him of the unforgiving and ferocious nature of Juyo. As such, the Sith Master would guide his pupils through the Hississ and Tuk’ata infested Coruscanti Underworlds and it would be there that they learned the way of the Vornskr.

However, for the meantime Audroti stood awaiting his prospective students who were blissfully unaware of precisely where their temporary Master would be taking them. As with the previous class, Audroti stood donning his blackened armor, his rebreather which hid his horrendous scars from offending the eyes of those that littered the shuttle port, and four lightsabers which were connected to his belt. Each of the lightsabers that Audroti had brought with him were trophies from a fallen foe and Audroti intended on allowing his students to use them to practice with for the duration of this class. To ensure safety Audroti had reduced the levels of power the Lightsabers put out, they would cause a small burn and shock the senses out of his students but were largely considered non-lethal. Now all the Sith Juggernaut had to do was wait on his pupils to arrive and make their introductions and the class would be off.

 

[Clayton]

Rook was the first to arrive, his massive black furred frame stooped slightly as he exited the shuttle. A hangar was an unusual meeting place for a class, so Rook had to assume they were going elsewhere. He had only taken one lightsaber this time, usually he carried two, along with his sword, but he had a different reason for being here. Audroti stood at one end of the hangar in blackened armor designed to intimidate. Rook had heard of him before, the master was supposed to be an incredibly formidable warrior. "Master Audroti, I am Rookwrr" he said when he drew nearer, "I haven't come here to adopt Juyo as a style, I've found Djem Sho to be a comfortable match for me. Rather, I wish to learn how to defend against a Juyo practitioner. My own Master, Albion, uses it as you probably know. I would like for the next time she and I spar, to have progressed beyond what she expected." Mira hadn't gotten a full taste of Rook's abilities either, he hadn't had the time to fight a drawn out duel. instead, she had tricked him into believing that revitalize had fully restored him. When he exerted himself in an effort to break through her speedy defense, he had overextended his energy and fainted. Rook was determined to give her much more of a challenge next time.

 

[Bad Karma]

A hopeful... nothing more and nothing less...

In wake of recent events, Maultros, had been forced to look within himself and acknowledge the flaws that he refused to see prior. His pride had been his Achilles heel, a characteristic of his persona that the young Iridonian had been warned against by his teachers on multiple occasions. Each of them, Darth Vyrassu and Darth Umbra, had made strides in unraveling his defiance... though, the event that finally broke him of his arrogance was when he disqualified out of the Crucible from being unable to withstand the environment. His single-minded goal of being the victor through combat, whether it be one-on-one of more of a battle royale... and sadly that strategy hadn't been enough to carry him to victory as the harsh chill of Ziost overtook him.

When he awoke from being recovered from the frigid wastelands the red and black skinned warrior felt a mixture of emotions that he had yet to feel in his life. A sense of shame came over him, followed by a relative calm... something that was quite foreign to the traditionally ignorant cocky bastard that Maultros had been when he stepped out onto the tundra. He now walked with a sense of dignity and reserve, upright and confident with measured steps. A far cry, from the slightly hunched swagger depicted by his arrogant mindset. As he stepped crossed the threshold into the shuttle-port of the Safe Zone, both hands rose to the hem of his hood and lifted the fabric from the horns that adorned his head to lay it upon his shoulders. Golden eyes scanned the area in search of the Sith that he had been instructed to meet, Audroti, a powerful Master within the Order that had proven himself time and time again upon the battlefield. A figure that reminded him of the Dark Lord that he had been raised to tales of, Kas'im, the Weaponmaster for the ancient Brotherhood of Darkness... a man known for his prowess in combat.

His introduction was a reflection of the change that had taken place within the Zabrak. "Master Audroti, It is a pleasure to meet you and an even greater privilege to learn from you. I've heard several great tales of your exploits since my arrival into the Order... I'd love the opportunity to hear about some of it from the man himself at some point, if you ever have time that is." Maultros said in a tone that was completely devoid of his the typical arrogance that would carry in his words, now in its place was an approach of true interest. His drive and motivation still remained... he had simply finally learned that respect is not given, but earned.

 

[Marf]

Satoryu's own father had been a master of the Way of the Vornskr and had taught her in the form when she was a child, until Korriban corroded his sanity. She had practised no other lightsaber form since, save for occasionally experimenting with Ataru and incorporating Echani and Zhenxing martial arts into her fighting style. The form had been profoundly therapeutic to the damaged young Sith, who kept both her emotions and her lust for blood in perfect control. Her grief, hatred and rage were buried so deep within her subconscious, Satoryu herself did not even realize just how far from the Light she truly was.

Mira Albion had briefly tutored Satoryu in Juyo when she was an Acolyte, and as a Crusader she was still seeking further studies to better her prowess. When word reached her ear that a class on the particular form was being taught by a Massassi-caste Pureblood, she did not hesitate for a moment before seizing the opportunity. Warriors were perhaps the most public of the Sith classes, they headed every military front and commanded the Imperium's armies, whereas Assassins like Satoryu were the most obscure, and she rarely paid attention to news within the Sith outside of her own business. That said, she had heard Audroti's name once or twice, and unlike the names of other Sith war-heroes, his actually interested her and ignited her fascination with the Sith Purebloods of old. This Massassi Audroti was from Ziost, the native home of the greatest conqueror ever born; Naga Sadow. It would be an understatement at the least to say that Satoryu was excited.

Coruscant and Anaxes had been Satoryu's places of training since she was promoted, and she missed Korriban's warm sun and red sands. She disliked urbanized planets and felt that perfection could only be maintained when something was in it's most natural, primal and chaotic state, to chain such a thing was a taint to its savage purity. Chaos had been restored on Coruscant, no longer was it the ugly, urbanized metropolis it once was. It was a beautiful, poetic transition, and Satoryu found the lack of civilization or populace quite serene, almost peaceful. It would be a very long time before the state of Coruscant reached the same extent as Korriban, where the Dark Side seethed so strongly it could drive a person to madness. Satoryu imagined the billions of people who had died in the devastation, and all the ghosts that haunt the planet.

Satoryu had made the assumption that the spaceport was not the area in which the class would take place, and that it was instead the location of the shuttle that would take them elsewhere. Donning her usual, lightweight, simple yet elegant robes, the tiny Assassin floated towards the group and positioned herself in between the Zabrack and the Wookiee. She turned to the Zabrack and gave a meek smile, allowing him the full view of her beautiful countenance. He would find her to be a classy change in comparison to her older sister, Satsuki. With a flick of the uneven section of hair that fell across her face, she turned from the Zabrack, to Audroti and lowered her head in a bow.

"I am Crusader Satoryu, apprentice to Lord Dioddai and practitioner of the Juyo form. I am honoured to be under your tutelage."

She resisted the urge to gasp, Audroti was the epitome of the Sith Warrior, strength incarnate. He was huge, he could have snapped her in half if he wanted to. His facial tendrils were covered by his respirator, Satoryu wondered if she'd ever get that chance to play with them like Sin'ryk's. Probably not.

 

[Apollyon]

Audroti’s golden irises flickered upwards at the shaggy, dark frame before him. A Force Sensative Wookie? While it wasn’t a common sight among the ranks of Sith, it wasn’t rare either just an oddity. However, as a Warrior Audroti respected the presence a fully grown Wookie could command on the battlefield with their feral intimidating presence paired with brute strength made them an unstoppable force of terror and chaos. Before the Acolyte could speak, Audroti would dip his head not as a small bow but more of a nod a show of respect from Warrior to Warrior in his eyes. Once this was done the Pureblood Master would hear out his unusual pupil and his interesting request.

"I haven't come here to adopt Juyo as a style, I've found Djem Sho to be a comfortable match for me. Rather, I wish to learn how to defend against a Juyo practitioner. My own Master, Albion, uses it as you probably know. I would like for the next time she and I spar, to have progressed beyond what she expected." The Wookie stated, his deep masculine voice carrying almost a natural growl to it.

An expression crossed Audroti’s face in the form of a single arched eyebrow stalk, this was a curious development. Many Acolytes who attended his classes sought the knowledge to apply it to their own combat mentality but never had Audroti seen such a cunning Acolyte. While the Acolyte wouldn’t see the small wry grin that crossed his face, he would see the approving glint in the Pureblood’s eyes. Audroti would teach this pupil how to defend against his chosen form, in fact he would relish in it, Mira Albion had taught Audroti the basics of Form VII through unnecessary mental and physical torture, so helping her Apprentice in besting one of his most hated rivals would be his pleasure.

“Very cunning Acolyte, I will see to it you learn how to predict the random and ferocious patterns of Juyo in a practical manner.” Audroti replied, the pleasure in his thickly accented Ziosti voice still apparent over the distortion of his rebreather.

After he finished speaking with the Wookie he gave the being a nod of dismissal and motioned towards the entrance ramp of the transport shuttle his heavily armored left hand. When the Wookie entered the shuttle he would find a small feast sitting on the table with an assortment of lean meats, fruit, and chilled water for the students to partake in should they choose. While many Sith didn’t offer their pupils food and drink before lessons Audroti knew that when they reached the Coruscanti Undercities, this meal could be their last. Even as he watched the Wookie disappear into the shuttle, Audroti could feel another signature approaching, his next student had arrived.

Audroti turned his head to greet the newcomer, Audroti watched as a young Zabrak approached him with an all too familiar gait it was the same swagger he carried about when he was young. The sight of an Acolyte who was obviously as confident in his skillset as Audroti had once been caused the Sith Master to smirk behind his rebreather, a plethora of memories rushed through his mind of the many victories he had ripped from the claws of adversity simply because of his confidence. Audroti’s yellow eyes fell down on the Acolyte as he approached his teacher; there was a spark of curiosity inside them as if the Sith Master was asking the Acolyte to prove himself worthy of his gait. Then the young Zabrak spoke for the first time to Audroti.

"Master Audroti, It is a pleasure to meet you and an even greater privilege to learn from you. I've heard several great tales of your exploits since my arrival into the Order... I'd love the opportunity to hear about some of it from the man himself at some point, if you ever have time that is." He said, lacing his greeting with flattery and attempting to draw the Sith Master to boast about his accomplishments.

“Flattery will get you far within the Sith Order, especially amongst your superiors…” Audroti said his tone almost approving of what the boy had said. “But only if it isn’t as obvious as you have made yours.” Audroti continued, his approving tone vanishing only leaving flat indifference in his voice. “Another thing Acolyte, only fools boast about the deeds of the past, if you accomplish great things, the tales will tell themselves.” He finished his voice taking a more authoritative tone; one a teacher would take with a student to correct a thought process it wasn’t a gentle tone but not a hostile one either.

With his short lesson given Audroti would give the same gesture he had given to the Wookie only moments before to the young Zabrak Acolyte that stood before him. Upon entering the transport he would find the same lavish padded seats and the same small buffet for him to eat from. Audroti would watch as the Acolyte disappeared into the transport, he hoped to see great things come from him; he hoped that the boy could live up to the attitude that Audroti could sense in him. However, these thoughts were torn from his mind as he felt his final student approaching but something was different about this last pupil.

While Audroti had sensed the untamed and unrefined presence in the Acolytes, this presence was sharp, it was relatively controlled, whoever this was, they had received at least some training. His head snapped in almost a violent manner to gaze at this new presence which was unlike how Audroti had previously turned his head from the transport to greet the Zabrak in an almost a lazy, flowing manner. His eyes peered down at the tiny frame of his final student, he could tell she was either a Crusader or a very experienced Acolyte, either way she had garnered his interest. The mystery however solved itself as the young woman spoke.

"I am Crusader Satoryu, apprentice to Lord Dioddai and practitioner of the Juyo form. I am honoured to be under your tutelage." The woman named Satoryu said in a reverent yet cheerful voice.

Everything clicked together in Audroti’s mind, not only was she a Crusader, she belonged to a Sith Lord. Audroti revealed the pleasure he felt to her through the Force, it rolled through his presence allowing the Crusader to feel it provided she was trained to a sufficient manner to sense the emotion. A warm glint entered Audroti’s eyes even before he spoke to Satoryu, it was a sign of both his pleasure and approval.

“It is a pleasure to meet the Apprentice of such an illustrious Lord, Crusader Satoryu and a pleasure to see one of my students still remembers to introduce herself. Please accompany me in joining the other pupils inside the transport.” Audroti replied in a calm voice.

Audroti would allow the Crusader to walk ahead of him when they entered the transport. He would glance over at the Imperial Pilot who had been assigned to not only fly them down to the Undercities but leave them there until Audroti had contacted the vessel for pick up. The Imperial Pilot nodded in response before flicking some of the switches on the board in front of him, the engine of the transport would slowly hum to life as the pilot waited for Audroti to give him the word to take off. Once this was accomplished Audroti would take a seat on one of the two padded benches that were on either of the transport’s walls.

“Please, eat students.” Audroti said in a calm voice as he stretched his arms along the top of the bench and threw one of his legs atop the other. “Where we are going it might be the last morsel of food you ever taste.” He continued in an almost uninterested fashion before allowing the back of his bald head to rest against the cool metal wall of the transport and closing his eyes in an attempt to relax for a moment.

“Pilot, take off if you would.” Audroti ordered, his hand motioning to grab his attention.

“Any questions pupils? You would be best to ask them now.” Audroti said addressing his students after a short pause.

 

[Clayton]

Rook saw the banquet and was mildly surprised. He had not expected such provisions to be laid out for them, but he would not ignore it. The wookiee grabbed a whole, small chicken and tore into it, stripping away blackened flesh with his teeth, savoring the seasoned, moist meat. He also poured himself a large glass of water. He took the time to observe his classmates as they came aboard, a zabrak, and a female human. He nodded to them as they entered and resumed eating his chicken. He would speak if they did, but for now he had a bird to devour. When Audroti climbed aboard, Rook assumed that the female was the last student in the class.

"I have a question, where are we going?"

 

[Marf]

As the massive Juggernaut approached her, Satoryu found herself involuntarily clutching the front of her robes with her tiny, dexterous hands. Her grasp was gently released as a soothing, positive presence reached out towards her and connected with her own senses; He was pleased with her. Audroti's voice emanated his own raw power and masculinity, but it was calm and reassuring at the same time and it made Satoryu comfortable to be in his presence. The Crusader wasn't one for words, so instead she delivered a warm smile and a second low bow.

With her hands held gently over the top of her legs and her back perfectly straight, Satoryu made little steps passed Audroti and inside the transport. After spying the buffet that had been arranged for the students, she held back her long hair whilst peering curiously over the array of food. It had been eight years since she had joined the Sith Order, and the generosity and hospitality her teachers had shown still did not seize to surprise and touch her. When she could not find any tea, Satoryu selected a small piece of fruit and looked for a place to sit.

Audroti was at the head of table with one leg casually resting on the other. His eyes were closed, but he would have sensed Satoryu taking the seat next to him. She was small enough to sit on the cushion with knees bent and legs folded beneath her. Her hair covered the entirety of her back and fell passed the cushion on which she was sitting. With both hands she held the piece of fruit to her mouth took a few small bites. She wasn't hungry and didn't eat very much, but she didn't wish to seem rude by refusing the gift of her teacher and host. Her moss green eyes moved to Audroti and she quickly shook her head in response to his question.

 

[Bad Karma]

When the words left had finished leaving the mouth of Audroti, the Zabrak fault hard to withstand the desire to drop his shoulders in defeat. To the young mind it appeared as though regardless of the way he approached a prospective Master they always seemed to find a fault within it. This time, instead of arrogance he was being perceived as a flatterer... something that Maultros personally despised. As a firm believer of the statement thay actions speak louder than words, he took great displeasure add coming across as that type of Acolyte. His interest was genuine, not forced or implied out of garnering some kind of sympathy in return. In that moment, as he made his way up the ramp into the shuttle, Maultros decided that for the remainder of this class he would strive to correct the impression tatty he had made with the pure-blood Sith.

Having already taken his place at the table, Maultros found himself seated a few chairs down from where Audroti would take his place at the head of the table. With a mouthful of meat seemed to fall apart in his mouth, the Iridonian listened as the Sith Master insisted they eat plenty of food and ask any questions that they might have. Swallowing down the morsel, Maultros cleared his throat and took a sip of some of wine... enough to moisten his tongue, though not enough to have any negative effects take hold of him.

At some point between bites he finally decided to ask the single that he had..."Master Audroti, I do have one question... " Maultros took a moment to take another swig from the goblet before him before continuing, "I'm without a lightsaber as my previous Master, Darth Vyrassu, seems to have disappeared and left me before we could construct one. Will you be providing one to those that need them, such as myself?"

 

[Apollyon]

The transport slowly lifted from the metal floor of the hangar bay in a smooth almost flowing motion, inside its confines the passengers would hardly feel the vessel moving, a testament to the skill of the pilot. Within the vessel, Audroti heard the sound of Acolytes eating the food he had provided, some more greedily then others, a smirk appeared on his face underneath his respirator he had never received this lavish treatment as an acolyte and yet he spoiled his students. Part of Audroti questioned why he did this, why he gave a privilege he had never been offered so freely, but deep down within his dark soul he knew why. It wasn’t because he cared for these acolytes, it wasn’t because he thought the danger they would face would claim their souls for chaos no, it was something far more sinister. Audroti knew it would cause them to trust him in almost blindly, they would trust him for the kindness he afforded him, they were still young and naïve, innocent to the ways of their superiors and he would use that to teach them, he would teach them never to trust in another as they did now.

However, Audroti’s thoughts were disturbed as he felt the weight of a small frame sit next to him, with the back of his head still resting on the cool metal wall of the transport he parted a single crimson eyelid to glance down at the tiny female Crusader. He watched as she nibbled almost innocently on the piece of fruit that had been provided, she was silent and she seemed content with the food provided. Then Audroti’s eyes fell to the Wookie who voraciously tore into the roasted chicken that had been provided and greedily gulped down vast amounts of water. Finally, Audroti’s eye turned to the Zabrak who ate some of the food provided but had in his hand something the Master didn’t provide alcohol. As Audroti considered the item taboo his shut eye peeled open, without moving his hand he would grasp the cup of wine and the bottle and send them both crashing into the wall behind his head causing the red liquid to run down the steel frame and glass to rain down upon his and Satoryu’s heads. It would be then that the Acolytes felt his fury rippling through the Force, while not directly aimed at anyone in particular but the act that someone had smuggled the booze on board to give to his students.

“You will not consume that vile substance in my presence.” Audroti chastised unable to contain the words from spilling out of his mouth. Almost instantly he caught the rage he felt and quelled it, causing it to sink below the veil of his mental defenses once more and his voice to return to its normal placid and flat tone. “Alcohol, Spice, substances of that nature numb your senses causing a Sith to lower his or her guard, a lowered guard spells doom to you. If you are all wise students, which it seems you are, I would suggest you heed my advice and do away with that vice altogether before it is the cause behind chaos claiming you prematurely.” Audroti continued, his voice finally resuming its normal inflection and tone.

There was a silence that hung in the air, an odd awkward silence before the first Acolyte asked a question. Audroti felt the words coming to him in the form of a mental brush, he lowered his mental guards just enough for the words to come through and only long enough to hear the Wookie’s question before returning them to their normal status. "I have a question, where are we going?" The question echoed through his mind, almost sounding like speaking thunder or a monstrous growl.

The question made Audroti audibly laugh, he had forgotten how impatient young acolytes could be, there was no mystery to be solved in due time they always sought immediate gratification. It took a few moments for the Juggernaut to regain control of his laughing fits, his hard laughter slowly turning to small chuckles then falling into nothingness as Audroti regained his composure. The Sith Juggernaut wiped a single small tear that had formed in the corner of his eye with a gauntleted hand before he cocked his head towards the pilot.

“Pilot, how close are we to the destination?” Audroti asked him.

“It’ll be a few more minutes’ sir.” The pilot replied without tearing his eyes from the windshield of the transport.

After the Pilot relayed this information to the rest of his passengers, Audroti would reply to the mental question. “Well, Wookie, it would seem you will find out in a few more minutes.” Audroti replied calmly.

"Master Audroti, I do have one question..." The Zabrak finally stated, his voice almost sounding sheepish as if he was afraid to speak. "I'm without a lightsaber as my previous Master, Darth Vyrassu, seems to have disappeared and left me before we could construct one. Will you be providing one to those that need them, such as myself?" The young man continued.

“Finally, a question worthy of an answer.” Audroti replied.

Without turning his head from the Zabrak, Audroti raised his hand towards a small metal chest on the backside of the transport which sat next to a sealed bucket. There was a sudden beep the echoed from the chest as the Sith Master typed the code using the Force alone and the lid to the chest opened on its own. From within the crate three lightsaber hilts rose up, the floated together in unison making a small circle almost as if in orbit around an object. Slowly the single bladed lightsabers made their way towards a separate student, each stopping and resting in the lap of different one.

“These lightsabers were collected from the foes I defeated, I have many more of them, but these are among my most valued. You will use these for my class; I hope they serve you today better than they did their former masters.” Audroti stated calmly before giving a short pause. “If you should accidentally destroy one, I will add yours to my collection and leave your body to be picked at by the buzzards.” He continued, his voice taking on a more menacing tone.

“My Lord, we are arriving at the point of descent.” The pilot reported.

“Ah, excellent, lift the blast shades and allow my students to see their training ground as we descend if you would.” Audroti commanded.

The Pilot nodded his head before leaning over and flicking a single switch causing the blast shades that seemed like parts of the metal interior of the transport to begin rising upwards. The two large panes sat opposite of one another, one the port and the other on the starboard side of the vessel, sitting behind both Audroti and Satoryu along with the other two acolytes across from them. For the first time they would be able to look out and see where they were headed, into the depths of hell. The last hole that led to the Undercities sat open, seemingly less like a way to reach the shadowy depths below and more like a starving Sarlacc looking to greedily devour them whole.

“Prepare yourselves Acolytes; we are going to the Undercity.” Audroti stated with a macabre twinkle in his eye. “Pilot bring us down!”

 

[Clayton]

Rook plucked the lightsaber from his lap and twirled it, eyeing the hilt curiously. Why give them all lightsabers? Juyo was a demanding form, not something an acolyte who had yet to obtain his own saber would normally attempt to learn. Was Audroti simply showing off his kills? Rook doubted it, a Master likely wouldn't be so petty. He glanced at Audroti for a second, one furry eyebrow raised, or what wookiees had that would be analogous to one. He nodded and kept hold of it as the blast shields opened, revealing a gaping maw of metal and plasteel, one that the shuttle was headed right for.

“Prepare yourselves Acolytes; we are going to the Undercity.”

Rook grinned slightly. The Coruscanti Undercity. Corrupted by the dark side nexus, it would be a true struggle for life down there, unpredictable and dangerous. Perhaps that was why Audroti chose the location for their class, to mirror the core concept of Juyo. Interesting, he thought, I think I chose a good instructor to learn this from.

 

[Marf]

Continuously silent, Satoryu moved her eyes away from Audroti to survey the other members of the class, all visibly enjoying the meal provided while the transport moved towards its destination. Having taken only three bites of her piece of fruit, Satoryu set the morsel down onto the table, she eyed the discarded scrap of food while drumming her thin, dexterous fingers on the table. There was the very real possibility of the food being drugged, whether for the purpose of the class or for a more sinister intent Satoryu was not sure.

The Crusader's ability to trust and to forgive, aswell her faith in the humanity of her fellow sentients, had been restored, if not repaired, since her first years within the Sith, but the premature destruction of Satoryu's innocence was still a flame that burned through her subconscious. The Sith had been kind to her, in comparison to life she had left behind, and if anything their compassion had caused her to let down her guard. The treachery and deceit of the higher ranks was something she still prepared herself for. Audroti was not the first person to be fooled by her innocent façade, but she was not fooled by his apparent kindness. Satoryu had been in training with the Sith long enough to know the kinds of classes and exercises students were made to endure.

Satoryu's thoughts were interrupted by the smashing of glass, along with thousands of tiny particles raining about her head and catching onto her hair. Maultros the Zabrack enjoyed the drink, just as Satoryu's sister did. That did not sit too well with Audroti, who made his displeasure quite apparent. A smile crept onto Satoryu's face, and she let out a shrill giggle whilst using a hand to cover her mouth.

"You impress me, Master Audroti. You're one of the few Sith I've known who doesn't partake in the drink. I drink white and green tea myself, it has quite the reversed effect of alcohol. It's excellent for your concentration, digestion, memory and reflexes, and it's rich in anti-oxidants, but I don't recommend drinking too much before a mission or class. Perhaps you and I should take tea one day?"

Satoryu said with a warm smile in an attempt to lighten the situation. She did not drink or take drugs herself, but she did not force her will upon Sith who did, well except her sister, whose spice addiction had become almost problematic. Her smile widened as Audroti found himself laughing heartily at the Wookiee's question. The topic of their destination had been on Satoryu's mind aswell, but she chose instead to wait and see what undoubtedly dangerous surprise their teacher had in store. She knew that there were all sorts of nasty alchemical abominations lurking beneath Coruscant's ruined cities, not quite as difficult to fight off as the ghosts within Korriban's tombs.

As her mind began to wander again, one of Audroti's prized lightsabers, taken from corpse of a defeated enemy found it's way into Satoryu's lap. She picked up the hilt and inspected it, before turning to face Audroti. Satoryu primarily used a saberstaff, it felt odd to her not having an extra blade to pull all sorts of tricks with.

"This is a wonderful honour you have given us, Master Audroti, I will protect this weapon as if it were my own life. I wonder, what is this ones story? Did it perhaps belong to a Jedi?"