Juyo: The Basics

[Marf]

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Form VII: Juyo, the Way of the Vornskr - The Ferocity Form.

- Beginner's Class -​

Satoryu had chosen a large and spacious training room to hold her class on the seventh lightsaber form. Should the students end up sparring, there would be plenty of room to move around. Dimly lit yellow lights illuminated the polished stone floor and long red drapes. Like the rest of the Academy, it was simple, yet elegant and regal all the same. The ceilings were high and a tall stone statue stood at each end. At the center of the back wall was a desk for the instructor. A large red carpet covered the stone floor.

Satoryu disliked wearing shoes, a trait she shared with her very first Master, Drenn Kerstasus, but today she was dressed for combat with her feet fully covered. Twirling her un-ignited saberstaff hilt like a baton, the Crusader paced back and forth while she meditated on the Dark Side flowing throughout the room. The students would be taught the very basics of Juyo, the most vicious and complex of the seven lightsaber forms. Due it's difficulty, the students would only be taught the mindset behind the form and a few basic stances.

Perhaps Satoryu's greatest talent was her ability to control her emotions and primal instincts with an iron hand, as was the first step to Juyo. She had been forced to do so ever since joining the Sith, to conceal the violent spirit who had possessed her, aswell as hide her own latent bloodlust. Like it's favourite practitioners, the Sith Assassin, A Juyo practitioner was totally contained, until they unleashed their ferocity during combat.

Satoryu awaited her students with a subtle sigh. She hoped this time they would remember to introduce themselves.

 

[Crosis]

Crosis entered the large room and made his way to the instructor whom he once more stood in front of. Crosis was a tall Massassi and very muscular, though not so layered in muscle that it was ugly to behold. He wore his black Sith robes over his armor, did wonders against blaster bolts, nigh onto nothing against Lightsabers. He bowed at the waist a little as I sign of respect. His fellow purebloods and his superiors were the only ones he gave respect to at a glance. Anyone else it would have to be earned. He cracked his knuckles and and his neck.

Crosis brought his Lightsaber to his hand, clearly anxious to begin, but then again when one wasmaking themselves into a deadlier weapon who could not be excited. A smirk flashed across the features of his face. "Crosis, Acolyte." He surrendered his name and rank and began channeling the Force into him. Calling upon his rage, his hatred, his lust, his passion; he let it swell inside him till he felt as if he was going to burst apart. He levitated his Lightsaber in front of himself and waited for the others to get here. He took in the dark energy of the room, of Korriban. He let it feed him, strengthen him, empower him. Power, he would do anything, slay anyone for the chance to obtain more power. Power is what drove him, power is what fed him. He suspected that it would be power that unmade him as well.

He closed his eyes and let the darkside energies within him and all around him wash over him like waves upon a beach. He started to sway slightly from side to side completely loosing himself in the moment, in the darkness of Korriban. Such power was in this place, a cradle of Sith power for thousands of years all that power helped to serve the Sith Acolytes that went through the halls of the Academy. He was one such Acolyte, but if he had his way he would not be so for very long. Power only came to those who had the ambition to seize it! Crosis found himself chanting in the Sith tongue. How long had he been doing that, he could not tell. His eyes snapped open and his chanting stopped. He was ready to begin.

 

[Miz]

"Mitsuki Al Mystereo" Mitsuki said, appearing from a dark corridor and into the class. This class was on the lightsaber style Juyo, the complete opposite of Soresu. Although She'd grown quite adapt at Soresu, she felt that learning the skill would provide a better understanding of the form in general, seeing as how she'd have no use for it in the future. Giving her current discipline, she'd find that if she ever needed to utilize Juyo, it'd be at the beginning of a duel, later relying on her force abilities.

Learning this skill would prove ever more difficult, seeing as how she was neither the strongest, or the fastest of Sith. She has never worked on her strength, or stamina, instead she focused on the use of raw force abilities. These Sith would easily over power her, unless she could figure out a way to combine both Soresu and Juyo. A feet she wans't sure of accomplishing.

So, Mitsuki would enter the class in her usually swagger, wearing her purple robe, with her sword on her back carrying her lightsaber which carried a purple lightsaber crystal. Mitsuki activated her lightsaber and swung it above her head in the standard Soresu opening stance to show her teacher the style she'd already had learned and utilized.

 

[Tal Skirata]

Drask walked into the training room his black robe flapping due to the pace he walked at. "My name is Drask, I look forward to duelling some of you" He said shrugging the robe off of his shoulders to reveal his black and white tunic and his saber, he levitated the hilt off of his left hip and into his right hand and started to spin it through his fingers. Drask did enjoy using his lightsaber he didn't really care much for using the force, it had it's uses but he preferred the honour in facing a skilled opponent with a saber.

Drask considered Juyo to be the saber form for him as they are both fast, aggressive and powerful however he also had a taste for Dejm so. He ignited his saber and went straight into a Dejm so opening stance of holding the blade downward behind his head just like the Sith texts had taught him.

 

[Bantha]

While Ivaris normally distanced herself from lightsaber classes teaching another form due, this one struck her as something worth attending. Two factors accounted for that: One, Tsukihana had generally positive reviews about the instructor, and two, the form being taught was Juyo. It was said to be one of the most difficult forms to learn, and for good reason. She knew from reading in the archives that the mental stress placed upon users of this particular form was gigantic. Even the most strong willed could find themselves losing control.

Of course, that didn't rattle her in the least. Honestly, her intentions were not to learn the movements of the form so much as to learn how to fight against them, and to learn Juyo's mindset. Her primary form would always be Djem So and Shien, and she was of the opinion that it was better to perfect one form before going on to another one. Shii-Cho and Niman were the only exceptions.

The training room itself was not to her fancy, but it mattered little. The only places she could imagine herself at home was on a battlefield or in a biker bar. Both had too many similarities than she cared to admit. Her nostrils flared in annoyance when she recognized the other red-haired being, a skinny human and in Ivaris' opinion a pathetic excuse for a Sith. 'Even us Sith need canon fodder, Tsukihana would say. Neither the Pureblood nor the Kel Dor she recognized, though she would have no trouble remembering them either, both of their species rare at the academies.

She stood at the back of the room, knowing her cybernetic, scarred appearance was more than enough to draw attention to herself. Both lightsabers hung from her hips, and frizzy red cornrows replaced her typical braid. Quickly nodding. she said in her slightly masculine voice, "The name is Ivaris. Thanks for holding class."

'Eager much?' she thought, seeing the Kel Dor light his saber straightaway and move into a Djem So opening stance.

 

[Marf]

The imposing Massassi Satoryu instantly recognized from her stealth class. Crosis possessed ambition, arrogance and overconfidence which reminded Satoryu all too much of one Lord Naga Sadow. Satoryu wondered if she should remind Crosis that both Lord Sadow and Audroti were also admirably open-minded and accepting towards non-Purebloods. Crosis' arrogance did not amuse Satoryu, but he contained it well and was no less respectful towards his superior, which impressed her. Satoryu returned the bow.

"Welcome, spawn of Ziost. It is my pleasure to teach you again."

Another presence entered the room shortly after Crosis. One which Satoryu met with utter bewilderment and confusion. What would somebody like Mitsuki, with low intelligence and terrible moter skills want with a class on the fastest, most vicious and psychologically complex lightsaber form? Perhaps Mitsuki was using this class as a chance to redeem herself for her behaviour in Satoryu's last class. The teacher hoped that Mitsuki had learned her lesson. She certainly seemed more contained this time, that was a start, so Satoryu would react diplomatically.

"Welcome, Mitsu-chan."

The sight of the Kel Dor was a rare one amongst the Sith ranks. Satoryu herself had little experience with alien species, and she found this student instantly intriguing. She only hoped that Crosis wasn't too xenophobic towards this student. As Drask readied his saber, Satoryu addressed him.

"Hello Drask, thankyou for choosing my class. I hope you find it an informative experience."

Satoryu instantly recognized Ivaris as Tsukihana's sister clone. She was an ever-progressing young Warrior who had grown close to Satoryu's own sister. Satoryu held great respect and admiration for the Warrior class Sith, even if she did make fun of her sister from time to time. She was honoured to have one of Ziost's aspiring young Acolytes in her class.

"It is my pleasure, Ivaris. My sister has told me great things about your prowess and I am honoured to be teaching one of Ziost's children."

After bowing to Ivaris, Satoryu moved away from the gathering of students to address herself.

"Acolytes, put away your weapons. I am afraid you are not yet experienced enough to start actually practising Juyo. This class will focus on only the mindset and psychology behind the form, and perhaps later I shall teach you a few basic stances."

She paused.

"I am Crusader Satoryu for those who do not know me, practitioner of Form VII and former apprentice to Drenn Kerstasus and Lord Dioddai. Juyo, the Ferocity Form or the Way of the Vornskr, is the most difficult and psychologically complicated lightsaber form. It is the fastest and the most vicious, characterized by it's speed, dexterity, randomness and malignant grace. Not unlike Ataru, but less elaborate in appearance. It is erratic, chaotic, and emotionally and physically draining on the user and requires years of practice to master. As Acolytes, you will be hardly able to utilize this difficult form properly. Juyo is the form my father taught when I was as young as 4, and even I am still learning as of today."

Satoryu took a moment to reattach her lightsaber hilt to her obi.

"Emotion and passion are the cornerstones of Juyo. Because the form relies so heavily on Dark Side emotions, it's use is restricted by the Jedi Order. Unlike the other six lightsaber forms, Juyo relies on the users' state of mind as well as their physical movements. The sequences and manoeuvres of Form VII can be practised and drilled, but a duellist would not be truly executing the style unless they allowed the thrill and passion of combat to colour their actions. You must absolutely enthral yourself in violence. However, the other key point to Juyo is control. As is also core to the Sith philosophy itself, you must be able to control your primal urges efficiently, instead of allowing them to control you. A Juyo practitioner is no barbarian, we control our passion with an iron hand then, then use it to empower us in combat. Do you have any questions or desires before we begin?"

 

[Miz]

"Welcome, Mitsu-chan." The crusader said as the small framed Mitsuki bowed when Satoryu seemingly forgiven her passed transgressions in her last class. She heard her words wondering taking note that she was a user of Juyo, saying that it was the most complicated of all the other forms. Hating anything that was complicated she decided to continue to be instructed. Honestly, preferring Soresu; it was simply and easy to use and she usually came out on top.

"It is the fastest and the most vicious, characterized by it's speed, dexterity, randomness and malignant grace." were the words Satoryu said, Mitsuki trying her hardest to hold all the information in her small brain, before getting suck out of her like a black hole. Mitsuki rubbed her head, although she was rather unpredictable she was neither the fastest, dexterous, nor gracious than her peers. This class would prove extremely hard for someone of her level. Though, she did say that emotion and passion drove these abilities, something that Mitsuki grew ever more adept at controlling.

Mitsuki also realized that this form would take a lot of control, something she ultimately needed to work on. Her Force powers were already unpredictable in nature, one could only tell how this would spill into lightsaber combat.

 

[Bantha]

Ivaris almost rolled her eyes at Satoryu's formality. Why couldn't they just get down to business? There was a reason she preferred Satsuki's company. She didn't say this, instead just nodding her head in a respectful acknowledgement.

The general overview of Juyo that the instructor gave was not unknown to Ivaris, having learned a little from the archives and various beginner classes on an overview of lightsaber combat back at Ziost. None of them went deeper than the surface, however, so it could not be said that she had any experience with Form Seven. It was the embodiment of Sith philosophy, truly. Constantly on the edge of loosing oneself to rage and thrill of battle, yet in perfect control of it.

She raised her hand. "Just one. Do you think Juyo's mental state could be applied to Djem So and Shien? That is my primary form, anyway."

 

[Tal Skirata]

Drask put away his saber he'd prefer just to learn the moves but if learning the mind set would make him a better warrior then it was necessary. Then he sat down in a meditative position. He felt some mixed feelings about him being there which he revelled, putting potential sparing partners of gave him an edge. "So where do we start? What's so particular about the Juyo mentality?"

 

[Hakora]

Hakora walked the halls of the Korriban Training ground. He was the embodiment of death, but against what most Sith thought, death was not always violent and it was never boasting. Death is calm most of the time and always meaningful never doing something outside of it's duty. Hakora seemed weak compared to most Sith because he never boasted or made threats. Sure, if someone pushed him, he would bring death, but he would not threaten; death never threatened, it just happened. He entered the training room and saw the other acolytes. Some were brutes that were releasing their rage and hatred, but Hakora found this flaunting power when you are powerless. The brutes in the room looked like nothing more than boys waving a stick around and claiming to be swordsmen. Hakora was different from the others in this room, He already knew a lightsaber form, but it was not Juyo. Hakora was a natural at a form called Vaapad, which was rare for a Sith to use, but made sense when you considered Hakora was death and was not insane or erratic. Hakora enjoyed fighting and killing, but he refused to lose his mind in battle and become chaos like Juyo usually made it's users. Hakora did walk the dark side so he used Vaapad to its fullest and gave in, but his moves were fast and always thought out; controlled chaos. He took his spot next to a boy with a stick named Crosis and something told him that this large boy would threaten Hakora and act tough, but would only succeed in making Hakora laugh which was a feat indeed; Death was not funny.

 

[Hakora]

Due to how all the RPs I am in and how there seems to be more needing training then there is giving training I am leave this sure since I found a more active one.