The Sith generally speaking abuse and apply telekinesis more brutally than their lightsider counterparts. But on occasion we see a Jedi who whether in defense of someone or becoming unhinged us TK to devastate enemies. What are some of the most violent or intense examples of Jedi who've beaten others back with telekinesis? Was it within their morals to utilize it or was it a one off showing?
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He referred to himself as a Jedi prior to boarding the Death star in the TFU 1 novel iirc.
__________________ "Happiness is a lie. Life is horror. The light is always dying all across the universe. The last star will flicker out someday, when it does, all that remains is shadow. And I will be its king!"'-Amahl Farouk
That dude in TFU who created robots out of piles of junk and animated them with the force.
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"The Daemon lied with every breath. It could not help itself but to deceive and dismay, to riddle and ruin. The more we conversed, the closer I drew to one singularly ineluctable fact: I would gain no wisdom here."
__________________ "Happiness is a lie. Life is horror. The light is always dying all across the universe. The last star will flicker out someday, when it does, all that remains is shadow. And I will be its king!"'-Amahl Farouk
It's just in her class descriptions. "Distorting reality and moving massive waves of energy that tear apart a Sage's enemies" "The Jedi Consular fights with an open conduit for the Force; manipulating massive forces to disable or even destroy their enemies. " etc
So maybe you could qualify all Consulars in this.
I was also going to suggest Aryn Leneer, but then I remembered that she preferred to beat Sith to death with her bare hands. >:]
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Ces techniques refirent surface avec le Nouvel Ordre Jedi. Le Grand Maître Luke Skywalker ne s'en servait qu'occasionnellement, en créant des nuages de poussière pour se dissimuler par exemple, mais certains de ses élèves faisaient preuve d'une grand maîtrise. Kyp Durron parvint ainsi à rediriger un éclair pour détruire un léviathan sur Corbos, tandis que son camarade Streen faisait preuve d'une affinité naturelle avec le vent. Il s'en servit par exemple sous l'influence d'Exar Kun pour tenter de supprimer son propre maître, ou sur Corbos où il déclencha une tempête pour déstabiliser un autre léviathan.
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(Image of a rambo like stéréotype like duke nukem, etc etc. with the classic anti tank sheel pec and bullet proof muscle.)
This is from the period in the njo where jacen stops using the force entirely. He's on his way to rescue his mom who he finds being tortured to death by the vong and decides its a good time to start using it again.
Staring the warmaster fully in the face, jacen dived into the magnificent depth. The galaxy spun and tipped around him.
Seemingly at the galaxy's very edge, the black robbed priestess raised her hands.
Jacen stepped over leia and raised his own. Power flowed through him, around him and inside him.
A decorative iron sconce flew off the wall, piercing one crab-harp with a spang. A chair slid past the warmaster. The alien gave it only a glance, but it struck his door guard broadside, toppling him.
From another corner several massive equipment lockers rose into the air. Leias focus cooker floated, hovered a moment, and then joined the spinning vortex with jacen and leia at the center.
Finally, leia's massive desk started to slide. It struck the befuddled warmaster, knocking him toward the north window. Jacen half saw one musician fall, struck by the same sailing wall sconce that had pierced his compatriots crab harp.
Near the door, someone shouted, Jacen.
The warmaster sprang toward him.
He felt the force bring the desk back around. He heard the satisfying crunch of armored scales. The warmaster tumbled out the window. The priestess and her remaining harper lay twitching on the stone floor, plainly stunned.
"The Daemon lied with every breath. It could not help itself but to deceive and dismay, to riddle and ruin. The more we conversed, the closer I drew to one singularly ineluctable fact: I would gain no wisdom here."
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