Stronger Doesn't Mean Smarter

[Alask Diruno]

[member="Krest"] (will post tomorrow, father time is calling)

Meditation halls were the best place to start when your mind was clouded. Especially in rage. He didn't do deep meditation often but some things required that, but not this. Wondering why his mind was clouded? His new master had an odd power he never heard of. It dealt with physical appearance. Last time he saw his master was when they met on tatooine. He hoped he would get used to it but he seemed scared every time his master changed form. Not because he looked scary or anything like that. Just because you never knew what he was.

Alask soon dropped that thought and walked to a training room. Saber skills were just as important as force skills. However, he picked his saber skills over force skills today. He walked over to some droids that were shutdown piles up by a training saber. He wasn't that familiar with the temple yet but he knew one thing, it was a decent one compared to most others. After analyzing everything, he grabbed the training saber and pressed a button on each of the droids. About four all together. One came as a time lucky for him. Turning on the training saber and dodging the swing from the droid, Alask stabbed its middle as it fell.

Without hesitation, another droid came and actually hit him. He didn't yell but silently grunted as it heated up his right hip. That wasn't a good start.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest stepped through the halls of the Grey, a faint smile upon his face. He always loved walking through the temple. The process would relax him, clear his mind as he watched the apprentices go about their studying. But there was one today he needed to see. [member="Alask Diruno"] was one he had known in a past life, one he had told to come to the building. Within one of the rooms the Zabrak watched the man train, fighting against droids as it was with a training saber. Odd.

Not that the boy was training, or how. Just that he didn't notice it sooner. As he stepped into the room he watched the boy get hit. Without thinking the master brought up a hand to call the droid to his palm, offering a light zap of emerald to disable the machine. Blue eyes would focus on the Padawan worriedly, and Krest would speak up.

"Are you alright?"

 

[Alask Diruno]

[member="Krest"]

The burn didn't hurt that bad but burns are burns. The droid suddenly was disabled. Alask turned around to see his master. He nodded not knowing how to greet formally and said, "I'm fine, master. I've been a little rusty lately. My saber skills have lacked attention I suppose." It was true, his skills have been a little bad the past few weeks. But his force skills have been better. Odd enough. Hopefully, his master could help with that.

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Alask Diruno"]

"Ah.. So you need to continue the training of styles.. Which is it you use?" The Zabrak had no idea, really. But he did want to get an understanding on where to train his apprentice. He has yet to find one he has to teach from the very beginning, so he truly needed to know where Alask was in skill level. He pulled out a rather basic saber, green color when ignited, and tossed it to the boy. "Show me with that."

 

[Alask Diruno]

[member="Krest"]

"I use the style of vaapad. That's the only offensive style I know of and its not the easiest to use either.." he said catching the saber. He ignited it and asked, "Pardon my confusion master, but do you want me to use the saber on you?"

 

[Darth Ferus]

A hand in a gauntlet raised up to wave at the boy. The alchemised metal shown in the rooms lighting, and a smile formed over the red lips. "Don't worry about me. This thing should help. Show me what you can do with Vapaad." Krest knew Vapaad, but Juyo was the one he preferred. Spreading his legs slightly, he would raised up the gauntlet, flexing his hand. "Do not hold back."

[member="Alask Diruno"]

 

[Alask Diruno]

[member="Krest"]

Alask analyzed the gauntlet as he waved it at him. "Got it." he said holding the green lighted saber in an offensive position. He nodded when his master said to not hold back. This seemed to be his first training with someone in awhile. No force, just a saber. He held on to his saber and aimed at his neck. It was probably not the best choice given he might actually hit him but his master was more experienced and probably wouldn't have a problems blocking it. He swung the saber's blade around at his neck, if he would block, he would aim for his right leg.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest seemed to take up a pure defensive stance as he slid back, bringing his gauntlet around at each swing to block the strikes. This was his forte, lightsabers. Stances. Swordplay. He was always at home with it, and it showed with how he moved. He'd bring his hand down after catching the first to knock away the slash and leap back, only to wave his hand again.

"You said Vapaad correct? Let me see your countless slashing. Show me your overwhelming offensive."

 

[Alask Diruno]

[member="Krest"]

He nodded and scanned the ceiling for a moment to see if it was high enough. Lucky for him, it was. Alask jumped up with a flip landing behind his master back to back with some distance. At that moment, he would bring the light saber blade to his right aim at his left rib. He wouldn't stop as instructed. He would swing at his neck again, then bring the blade at his legs. That still wasn't enough, he needed to be exhausted and feel like he accomplished something. Alask would close the light saber and slide under him as he ignited the saber and swung at his back. If he blocked it, he would press against the gauntlet trying to get the saber close to skin contact.

 

[Darth Ferus]

The left leg of the Zabrak would slide back, his form suddenly jutting downwards to the right. He wouldn't so much as go to block the saber as to deflect the blade upwards with the gauntlet. Spinning on the left foot, he'd bring down the gauntlet once more to catch the saber, only to see the boy go underneath him. Krest would blink, but he certainly couldn't turn his body in time. A snap-hiss would sound as his own saber came to life in his right hand, catching Alask's behind his back. The Zabrak was unnaturally strong, and he would push off from the clash, leaping forward.

Landing on his right foot he would turn, holding his saber aloft. The flat bladed lightsaber was a pale blue, bordering on white. Unlike the saber [member="Alask Diruno"] was currently holding, the blade itself was flat, shaped similarly to a katana if anything. His left gaunleted hand would be kept down, by his side as the Zabrak smiled. This seemed to be his take on the Djem-So stance.

"That's good. Really good, in fact. But.. The jumping. Perhaps you'd be better with Ataru, yes?"

 

[Alask Diruno]

[member="Krest"]

The unexpected clash of the sabers shocked him but he kept his body expressions the same. A master of many styles.. Alask analyzed the blade his master held, flat and blue. Without be able to do anything, he was pushed back from the clash of the sabers. "I'm tall though, wouldn't that result in a death? Not saying I'm not willing to learn but it defiantly wouldn't be a primary choice." he paused remembering his master countering one of his attacks with his saber. "Master. How did you know I was going for your back? And if you don't mind me asking, how can I counter that block?" he asked really wanting to know. That could've been successful but it wasn't. He needed to know why.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Part of being a swordfighter is to attune your senses, both your bodies and through the force, to be able to predict such attacks. The Force is an ally with this, allowing you you see what you couldn't normally see." With that the Zabrak would turn his saber around, gripping it with both hands. Holding the blade horizontally, Krest would take up another stance. Ataru.

"As for Ataru, you can use it no issue. Infact, you did earlier with your jumping off the ceiling and going under me. Your style is much more Ataru than Vapaad, and I think the style will fit you much better." Holding himself in the Ataru opening stance, he'd not to [member="Alask Diruno"] . "Do as I do, yes?"

 

[Alask Diruno]

[member="Krest"]

"I see. The academy I went to at an earlier age said something about that and taught me a few abilities. That's why my force abilities are in better quality than my saber I guess." he said looking into the past. He wasn't that aware of his surroundings at an earlier age. The academy taught him how to know when someone was lying, how to predict future movements, and many other things he needed to survive. Without those he may of died many years from today.

After pausing for a while and thinking, he would pay attention again. The only reason ataru was a worry to him was because many light saber wielders died using that style, probably more than others. Alask nodded and got into the stance as he would start talking at the same time. "Just me being curious but is there a sub form for a mix of vaapad and ataru? I was talking with someone else in the order. I forgot who but they said they were making a light saber form that mixed one with another."

 

[Darth Ferus]

"You can technically combine all the styles if you wished. It's called Niman, however that is probably the most.. Well. More people have died using Niman than any other form. But combining two or three styles isn't an issue. A Sith Lord long ago called Darth Vader was one to do so. And in a way I do as well." Still with both hands on his blade, he'd motion for [member="Alask Diruno"] to move. "Now, Ataru is based off of your entire body being a weapon. Leaping, cartwheeling, sumersaults. All are part of the form. I want you to basically start jumping around me to attack me at first. After that, we can move on to find something more."

 

[Alask Diruno]

[member="Krest"]

"Okay, I see." he said moving as he had motioned. Nodding, he would hold the blade to his side so maneuvering would be easier. Without thinking, he jumped on the other side of his master sideways where he would bring the blade at a diagonal angle. Then he would move in front of him facing his way where Alask would aim the blade at his neck on both sides to keep the moment occupied. If that failed, a few more couldn't hurt, he jumped over him frontward with a flip turning around where he would hit the blade against his master's back. If unsuccessful, he would proceed.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest smiled as [member="Alask Diruno"] began to leap around. Quickly following his movements, the Zabrak would leap as well. Away from the boy, to make him follow, leap, try to find some sort of opening within the Master's guard. And keep him moving. Ataru was about constant movement to overwhelm your foe, and a major reason for this whole thing. But mostly it was to see his endurance.

 

[Alask Diruno]

[member="Krest"]

When Alask was a teenager, his role was an assassin just for credits. Leaps and great stamina was required. This seemed different though, although the light saber resembled a knife. Weightless but longer. He wasn't a real assassin but he trained like one, that's when his brother said to stop. He did. This jump would be different, his master was moving fairly quick and that was the difficult part. No matter what, he moved around the problems.

Alask began looking around the room. Walls, higher floor pieces, and the ceiling. What he was about to do might be the craziest movement he's ever thought of doing. He began running at his master. Once he was close enough, he would leap over him with no flips or anything. A wall nearby was just what he needed as well as the good ceiling height. At this point, he'd close the saber and attach it to his belt next to his. He would jump at the wall and put one foot on it and push back with some force to fly over his master. Now this would be very risky to try. Everything was in slow motion to him though. Flying over his master's head in flat looking at the ceiling, he would grab a bar, ledge or any of that sort. Then Alask would move his body back touching the ceiling with his feet but coming back down to kick his master in the chest. He would let go and land on two feet if it failed or didn't fail.

He felt a little tired but a fight isn't over until one goes down. Of course this was only training. He was hoping his master would be confused by all the movement and take the hit.

 

[Darth Ferus]

The Zabrak was not ready for such a move. Watching [member="Alask Diruno"] he was ready for another kind of attack, one with a lightsaber, so the kick hit him square in the chest, knocking the master clean off his feet. Now on his back, he would let out a laugh, pushing himself up with a small push of the Force. His own saber was off, and he continued to laugh, offering a wink to the boy.

"See? That is Ataru. Already you understand so much about it."

 

[Alask Diruno]

[member="Krest"]

Surprisedly, his master was successfully hit. "Yes. The swift attack defiantly proved that.." he said with a smile. "If I would've made another attack after knocking someone on their feet like i just did you but using the saber, it would be fatal if not blocked wouldn't it?" he asked out of curiosity once again. Key things like this were important.

 

[Darth Ferus]

The Zabrak nodded, a faint smile upon his face. "Indeed so! That, however is the kind of thinking you should always put into your blows. Will it kill them or not? Do you want to kill them or not? Is there a good reason for them to die? A saber is a leathal weapon. The Jedi say it is a sheild, the Sith a sword. I say it is both, and it is only the user who decides." With that Krest would stretch out, then slide a hand down to sheath his own saber.

"Do you understand what I mean?"

(So sorry for the delay, I finally figured out how to get to this thread through my phone. Also why it is poor quality. I apologize again. [member="Alask Diruno"] )