Seeing the books float out of their display cases and over to the table, and hearing the instruction, Gabriel was curious what he was about to discover on the pages therein. Upon closer inspection, the texts within became clear, and the breadth and detail of knowledge on each was great. He quickly came to the conclusion that it would not be feasible to read each text from cover to cover in the time he surmised he had - this would likely take weeks, without even accounting for the application and practice of the skills therein - and settled instead on reading the introductions to the forms. If he was to be the most formidable, dangerous and effective warrior for good that he could be, it made sense that he would learn to wield, and then master, the Lightsaber. The image of the lightsaber, the resonance in people's minds, the fear and respect it created, the adherence of lessers to the wishes of those who wield them, as well as the pure destructive, killing power. This was a necessity, the next step in his development as a weapon of justice, a warden of order, against those who would do wrong and bring chaos and harm to the galaxy and its people. As these rationalisations formed in his mind, he resolved to commit to mastering the lightsaber. Perhaps, even with so few words, the towering human had known what was needed, whether through existing knowledge or through being guided by the Force. Gabriel settled into a seat at the table and began to take in the information on the opening pages, dedicating his full focus to the task at hand.
After taking in all seven forms, he pondered over the last. Form VII, named Juyo or Vaapad, and also referred to as the ferocity form, was the form which suited his strengths the most. It's aggressive style, requiring opening the user up to the Dark Side, would enable him to employ his physical gifts to their maximum. Due to his upbringing in Nightsister culture, he was taught from a young age to use all avenues of Force manipulation, including the dark arts, and Nightsisters did not make as stark and strict distinctions as the Jedi between appropriate ways to use the Force, instead drawing on all of it for their benefit. In this way, he did not refrain from accessing his full ferocity, aggression and becoming one with the Force, allowing it to flow through him and guide his every movement and innervate his every muscle, in ways that the archaic Jedi would consider off limits. He had already seen the benefits throughout his youth and into his military academy training, and then his Alliance spec ops training, how he had a distinct advantage not only by his size, but via the aid of the Force and how it flowed through him. Were he able to channel this further, direct it with precision through a Lightsaber form, he could starkly see a soul who could stand in his way. Reading in detail about the form, he realised that not only was it the hardest form to master, but it required a base form upon which the user must be founded first. Perusing back through the forms, there were a couple that stood out to him, one an aggressive style involving using the Force to aid acrobatics, and the other a centralised style with no particular weakness which users often combined Force-based combat with. Due to his existing attunement to the Force, let alone how that would grow as he learned and trained, he felt that both these styles would be well suited to him in overwhelming opponents. After much deliberation, he eventually settled on the latter, Form VI, called Niman. Its broader base, centralised nature, and lack of weaknesses due to this, would balance the aggression and unmindful nature of Form VII, Juyo, as well as incorporating his Force abilities into the combat, adding to his arsenal of skills to employ, or fall back on when needed.
Raising a hand, he centred his focus on the book for Form I, reaching out to its form, feeling its shell, and taking ahold of it through the tendrils he extended with the Force. He had practiced his skills over the years during the limited times he had had to himself, hiding them from view lest the Jedi discover his sensitivity, yet he had only done so with smaller and lighter objects, often objects that did not take care, which he could just rocket back into his grasp or, for those that were light, float like a feather before him. These tombs were another story. Form I, the most basic of the seven, which was taught to fledglings and was soon outdone historically, requiring development of more advanced forms, was the lightest of the tombs. It shuddered off the table, shaking as it rose. It was up, now for moving it along another plane. His hand slowly moved across and so did the book in turn. Floating it over to its display case, he needed to twist the book onto the same angle as the display case. He had begun to manipulate the book in the right direction when footsteps echoed in his ears and, in an instant, his concentration was split and connection with the tomb broken. It thudded down into the display case. Gabriel's extended fingers curled into a fist as he pounded the table top, nostrils flaring in anger at his own incompetence as his heart burned to search for whose footsteps had disrupted his fragile focus. Given the new, foreign and potentially dangerous environment, saner heads prevailed. He through out his chair and resolved to deliver the unneeded tombs to their display cases by hand. Returning to the table, he settled back down into reading about his desired forms, starting first with his chosen base, Form VI, Niman.
