Because I'm a moron who forgot to put these last chapter:
Enpsychopedia: Lightsaber Forms
Form 1, Shii-Cho - The building block of all lightsaber combat, facing a person using a lightsaber who doesn't know Shii-Cho is like finding a mathematician who doesn't know how to add. Formed when lightsabers were first invented, it was easy to use, basic, and has no capability to unlock a lightsaber's potential, just as you can't do all of math with just addition.
Form 2: Makashi- Essentially, Space-fencing. Count Dooku used this exclusively. Good for one on one lightsaber battles, less so for multiple opponents and blasters. Naruto's worst at this form, but still is as good as a newly promoted Knight would be with their chosen style.
Form 3: Soresu- A very passive style, focused on outlasting the opponent, and relies on counterattacking for offence. Obi-Wan was a master of this style. Would be Naruto's worst style, if not for his natural stamina.
Form 4: Ataru- A highly acrobatic style, which Yoda favored. Naruto does too, as his shinobi Training highly relies on mobility. Naruto is easily Master level with this style. His third best.
Form 5: Shien/ Djem-So- An aggressive style, focused on overpowering and dominating your opponent. Very close to Soresu, but whereas a practitioner of Soresu would wait for an opening, a practitioner of Shien would create one. Anakin Skywalker used this. Shien can also be used in a reverse blade position, which was favored by Starkiller (Galen Marek, protagonist of the Force Unleashed). Actually, Canon Revan was also good at the Reverse blade style.
Djem-So is a variant of Shien, emphasizing brute force. Canon Revan can be seen falling into a Djem-So "Falling Avalanche" Stance right before being shelled by Malak. Djem-So was also used by both Luke Skywalker and Vader during their final battle. Where Luke counterattacks Vader, cutting his arm off, then starts using his lightsaber as a glowy club to beat the hell out of Vader? Djem-So. Both Shien and Djem-So have a comparative lack of mobility, however. Naruto's second best style, and the one he uses most often.
Form 6: Niman- a blend combining all of the above into one style, so no weaknesses remain. It has no strengths either. Naruto is middling with this.
Form 7: Juyo- Three words would sum up this style. Ferocity. Unpredictability. Chaos. Describes Naruto, doesn't it? Juyo requires heavy emotional Investment to use. This led to the Jedi restricting who could learn it. Mace Windu and surprisingly, Master Vrook were masters of this style, as is Naruto. His best style, but his official "win" button, reserved for "Oh Shit!" moments.
Jar'Kai- Dual wielding.
Dun Moch: A Sith Style, not focused on lightsaber combat, but of the erosion of will. Force Psychological warfare, in summary. Favored by Sidious and Traya, and second nature to Naruto . Convincing Zabuza to kill Gato? Dun Moch. Redeeming Gaara? Dun Moch. Convincing Tsunade to return? Dun Moch. Killing Intent and some genjutsu fall under this.
Dun Moch is also the only way to kill Darth Sion in Kotor 2.
AN: Sorry for the lack of update, but General consensus says that the Original chapter sucked, so I rewrote the main chapter. Or, rather, I'm skipping most of the filler and doing the main Juhani quest instead. But, for those of you who did like it, I'm including it as an omake at the end. It works better that way in hindsight. Also, I have been hard at work renovating my house, so I have't been able to write this past week.
Garm88: I'm aware, but Naruto's the type to take things literally, and quite frankly spent more time studying martial forms. his Master, Arran Kae, was highly neutral, seeking knowledge and enlightenment, no matter the source, and how to apply it. Verypragmatic, without really being hung up on dogma. She didn't the cram the Code down his throat, she barely touched on it. In fact, she herself became a Sith. Master Zhar assumed he already understood the code. I'm going with what's in character for him, not trying to create an omnicient, all knowing, never wrong OC.
And what's in his character is to have a violent, negative reaction to so much as a hint of the teachings of ROOT, which do teach complete suppression.
Anyway, enough infobomb. on to the story.
SotOR
Threshold
After the ceremony, promoting me to Padawan, I am tasked with 'cleansing' a grove. Inari-dammit, even the frickin' MONKS have me running D-ranks. Also, this grove must apparently be on the other side of the planet, because on the way there I help a crime scene investigation, resolve a blood feud, wipe out a bandit camp, help a raped droid into witness protection or something (don't ask), and go spelunking and find enough lightsaber crystals to supply an army. That or Dantooine is like the Nar Shadda of the core worlds. Nah, not enough hookers for that to be the case.
At any rate, Carth, Canderous and I finally make it to the 'tainted' grove. there's a Padawan meditating there.
"Greetings. I am Naruto Uzumaki, Padawan of the Jedi Order. i have received reports of a... taintedness I'm supposed to get rid of. Do you know..." She has her lightsaber out, and is attacking me before I can finish. Shien style, I believe. She's good, but I'm better. She's easily suppressed. "Well, that was uncalled for. Maybe now you can tell me about this taint."
"I am the taint." Now that she mentions it, I can sense a little dark side in her, but not much. I frown, though. the Council had to have known it was a person. They had to have known that to a military man, which I unquestionably was, would interpret 'remove' as an order to kill. But that's not my concern now. She is.
"Why?"
"What do you mean?"
"You didn't just wake up one morning, and say, 'you know, I think I'll turn to the Dark Side, you know, just vary the morning routine a little'. You had to have had a reason. I want to know that reason."
"I...slew my master, Quatra. We were sparring, and she...said something that got me angry. I lashed out, and..." she sobbed.
I pulled her into a hug.
"Accidents happen. Do not blame yourself. Everyone gets angry, it's nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, she should have known better than to intentionally get someone's blood up when you're swinging at each other with deadly weapons, anyway. It was an accident. No one, least of all her, can blame you. Go back, explain the situation. Show them how deeply you regret your mistake, for that's what it was. No one becomes a monster from losing their temper once. They will forgive you, but that's hollow. Forgive yourself. Then you will be free of what little sway the Dark Side holds over you."
"Thank you..." she murmurs, before taking off towards the temple.
A few hours later, I finally return. what took me? I did some shopping. Armor, blasters, medpacks, that kind of thing.
I get tackled by a catgirl the second I walk in through the Enclave gate. Unfortunately for me, it's one of the 'lioness who got beat with a shovel until it had a squashed face that could pass for human, and broke its spine and became bipedal' catgirls, not one of the cute anime ones.
"Oh, I am so glad you redeemed me! It turns out, my master was merely wounded! The whole thing was a test!"
I freeze, as realization hits me.
The whole thing was a test.
Killing intent rolls off of me, and I can feel my fangs and fingernails lengthening. I am good and proper pissed.
"BASTILA!" I mentally shout, through our bond.
"What?! What's wrong?!" She replies, worriedly.
"Assemble the Council. If they aren't in the Council Chambers by the time I am, I am personally kicking down their doors and DRAGGING them there."
I cut off the bond, before she can reply.
"Carth, come with me. I wish to illustrate something to the Council."
Freaked out by my KI, and sudden change of demeanor, he obeys.
At the council chambers, I see the Council is there, waiting. They look distinctly uncomfortable, like I might whip out my lightsaber and cut them down at a moments notice. To be fair, I haven't completely ruled it out.
"Thank you for being so prompt, Masters. You see, I have a little... Ethics problem. Namely, I had too much of them to fall into your little trap, and you too little."
"We don't know what you mean, Padawan." Vrook claimed.
"Of Course you don't. The Padawan you ordered me to remove, just told me you tested her, by convincing her she murdered her master. Distraught, she turned to the dark side, feeling she had no other place to turn. You then order me to remove her. Not telling me it was a poor, scared girl."
"Which you did admirably." Dorak said.
"Yes, I suppose I did. UNEXPECTEDLY so. CARTH!" I bark.
He immediately snaps to attention.
"You are a military man, yes? One of great respectability, renowned among his troops for his morals, yes.?"
"Well, I wouldn't say renow..."
"Answer the question." I cut him off.
"Yes."
"If I ordered you to remove a threat, and that's all I ordered, and someone came at you with a weapon, would you assume I meant to kill that someone?"
"Yes."
"Any military man would say the same, am I wrong?"
"No, you're right."
"Am I a military man?"
"Yes. You used to be my commanding officer, in fact."
"So I could be expected to come to the same conclusion."
"Yes."
"Thank you, that is all, Carth."
"You expected that a man who had been in the military his whole life, and a Jedi for only a week, would come to the conclusion that I was to save her from herself with words, rather than save everyone but her, from her, with a blaster. Pull the other one. You know what I think, MASTERS? I think...I was meant to fail. So you could prove to yourselves that I was evil, and anything you did to me, anything you could talk me into, would be justified. And all it would take for that peace of mind, was a dead young girl, tricked into thinking she killed the closest thing to a family she had, all so you could blacken my name by appointing me her executioner.
I was willing to play along, MASTERS. I was willing to work with you to defeat Malak and the Sith. Until this shit. Know this: Even at my darkest, I would have never pulled a stunt like this. So, what does that make you? Meditate on that-ttebayo."
As I walk out of the chambers, I say, "Needless to say, I quit."
I return to the Tatsumaki, and send everybody a message that says we're taking off by this time tomorrow. Everyone not aboard, is staying. I keep my lightsaber on, and I am awake the whole night, on alert for Jedi assassins. None come.
Omake: Raven Maelstrom, PI
Alright, go in, sit through the ceremony, go hole myself up in the Tatsumaki until my shipment arrives. I can do this.
"Congratulations! You are hereby granted the title of Padawan. Your first task..." Master Zhar is interrupted by a man barging into the Council Chambers.
"This is an outrage! I demand you Jedi do something to find my son!"
"Is to get this asshole off of our property." Zhar finishes. Everyone looks at him in shock, though I'm slightly impressed. I'm such a horrible influence. And loving it.
"Oh my, did I say that out loud? What I meant to say was help Mr. Matale find his son."
"On it." This wasn't too bad an assignment. In fact, I'm actually pretty good at investigating. Why, I remember this one case where...
"Padawan, Mr. Matale has left. You might want to go after him, before he does something rash. "
"Oh, okay."
Okay, first things first. Find out if the son is actually missing. Lotsa kids start runnin away from home, especially when they got caught in the middle of old grudges like that's occurring between the Matale's and the Hatfields. So, go out to Mr. McCoy's place, case the joint and see if Sandal's really to blame, or if this Shen kid's just found himself a little doll he carries a torch for, and wanted to get away from his bluenose old man. Never assume they've been bumped off until ya see the body. Just in case, though, I better bring Candy and Garth. Candy's a hard boiled torpedo, while Garth may be a wet blanket, but he's good with a peashooter.
I find them in my office on my houseboat.
"Yo, Candy, Garth. Bring your pieces and shiv's, we've got a gig."
"What?"
"I think he means he wants us to come with him."
"Alright, let's get a wiggle on. I wanna end with more greenbacks than we started with."
I put on my trusty Fedora, and get on the case, because you can always expect six cylinders from Raven Maelstrom, PI.
Today we got a three for one deal. On our way to McCoy's joint, we pass a copper tryin' to pinch a couple of hoods. He's gettin' their statement, which is a whole load of baloney to my experienced ears. he asks for my help, because even the PD know they picked the right guy with Raven Maelstrom, PI. The case was child's play. they both tried to bump off the same guy at the same time, for leaving them holding the bag on their business deals. The Cop wasn't as much of a pushover as first assumed, he was just testin' my chops. Hopefully this means I can get them to shill out for my consultin' more often.
He kept on callin' me a Paddy, though. Do I look frickin' Irish? Apparently I must, because another copper calls me the same thing.
Next was a missing butler, or something. Turns out he ran away, because some dame was stuck on him after her husband started pushin' up daisies, and apparently won't take no for an answer. I help him get a new set of papers, and help him find a job with a less cuddly employer. I tell her some hoods got him. Maybe she can move on now, though I never like to see a dame leak like a faucet like this one did.
Now for the case that got me out here. Turns out, the Hatfields and McCoys had a little Romeo and Juliet situation. Only that Mercutio got eaten by dogs, instead. So Hatfield kidnapped Romeo when he was in the Struggle Buggy with Juliet, because he thought McCoy did it.
Fortunately, I manage to talk 'em down before anyone kills themselves, or someone else.
Just another day on the case for the legendary gumshoe, Raven Maelstrom, PI.
The council stares at me blankly, before Zhar sighs. "You forgot your medicine, didn't you."