He was incompetent enough to waste a lot of energy with an unfocused attack. Maybe, just maybe he didn't have a full control over his power through the Outlander
The lightning that hit Arcann was the same intensity that killed the crew of those ships.
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"You presume limits to our double standards. There are none." - Vitidiots
Let's be fair here, It is estimated that the human body will reach 99% of terminal
velocity after falling 1,880 feet (573 meters) which takes anywhere
from 10-14 seconds. So after a certain point, the height of the drop does not matter.
I am literally in only one Hangout, atm. Didn't you hear? I no longer use my WollfMyth Hangout profile. I made a new one to escape vermin like yerself.
I saw that, I have two very loyal people in your space right now - you will never guess who they are, so interrogating a certain member about it is fruitless. These were the same people who let me know of the happenings on comicvine as well.
"The Moorings were larger even than he had guessed from the brief plans displayed by the astromech droid. Its mistress's instructions had been simple" destroy the moorings and the skyhook would be ruined. That sounded deceptively easy, given the amount of fortification and security in place.
Simplicity suited him, however. He didn't want to think, to have to agonize over motives and methods. He just wanted to act. With none of the joy he had felt while assaulting the lodge and with none of the challenge offered by the black Imperial Guards on Bespin, he plowed through the faceless stormtroopers as a wampa would stride through snow. Sith lightning crackled; bodies broke under his irresistible telekinesis; his mind influenced the decisions of officers, who ordered their underlings to attack one another in droves. None could stand up to him and survive.
When he reached the base of the skyhook, he was momentarily given pause. How to bring about the ruin of six constructs several stories high? Their super-strong materials were designed to handle the stresses of holding the massive station directly above, against all the laws of physics. How could he overcome their resistance?
The answer, as always, lay in the Force. The Force was beyond physics. The Force could not be resisted, when wielded by confident hands. The Force would always be sufficient.
Turning his back on the body-strewn battlefield, he put both hands on the base of the nearest mooring. Closing his eyes and his mind to all forms of distraction, he imagined himself at one with the metal, permacrete, and stone. He felt the mooring’s strengths and its weaknesses. He resonated with it, until it was hard to tell where his hands stopped and the mooring began.
When he could achieve no greater focus, he reached out for the dark side and let it guide him.
Energy came like a dam bursting, as wild as every predator on Kashyyyk combined but as pure as a laser. He tilted his head back and relished the wonder and terror of what he had brought into being. This was a power far greater than Sith lightning, designed for one single task. He lost himself utterly in that task. He became destruction.
The mooring shook. Its more delicate components—nanowires, sensitive self-regulating systems, microscopic hydraulic channels—fused almost immediately. Once the complex processes maintaining its stability were disrupted, a chain reaction began that could not be stopped. Pressures mounted in areas close to exceeding their maximum load; hairline cracks formed and spread; a deep vibration sprang up that could not be dampened. Even if left to its own devices, the mooring would shake itself to pieces in minutes.
The Apprentice maintained his assult until hairline cracks became gaping rents and the vibrations shook the world, howling material agony over the renewed firing of blaster cannons. When the first shower of boiling dust and pebble-sized fragments rained down on him, he decided it was time to step back and take stock--and to prevent some hapless stormtrooper creeping up on him and shooting him in the back.
He opened his eyes and looked up. The mooring was barely recognizable as the same structure. Electrical discharges danced across its conduccting surfaces. Ultrastressed permacrete flowed like treacle. Larger fragments began to fall and he batted them away with the Force, feeling no more drained by his exertion than he would have from a light run. He almost smiled at his accomplishment, but one stark fact sobered him to the core.
One down. Five to go. The Imperials were rallying. They needed to be reminded of who they were dealing with. While crossing to the next mooring in line, detonated fuel tanks and exploded ammunition stores. AT-STs cracked open like seedpods and burst into short-lived flames. He reached his target without encountering serious resistance and brought it down as he had the first.
By now the Imperials on the ground were calling for reinforcements from above. A trio of TIE-Fighters shrieked down through Kashyyk's atmosphere, stiching the blackened permacrete with needles of fire. He laughed mirthlessly. They considered that a solution? With a well-timed nudge on the lead TIE-Fighter's port solar gather panel, he sent it tumbling into the permacrete, where it exploded instantly. The impack shook the ground beneath his feet and sent cracks spreading across its face.
That gave him an idea. When the two remaining TIE-Fighters came around for another pass, he sent them both into the third and fifth moorings. The fourth took so much collateral damage that it fared almost as badly as its siblings. Only one mooring remained." - The Force Unleashed.
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"Undirected power was power wasted. Gritting his teeth, he gathered the energy and directed it down his arms, into his hands. Blue light strobed across his vision as the lightning flowed into the wires and from there into the hyperdrive mi bines. Groaning, then shrieking, the massive engine came alive. Damaged, completely out of alignment, and barely controllable, the turbine shook with propulsive power, then strained against the braces still holding it to the corvette's warped chassis.
The deck kicked underneath the apprentice. He swayed as the entire corvette shifted. With a terrible sound, it began to move, plowing a brutal furrow through the surrounding rubbish. He could picture it clearly in his imagination and through the vibrant flow of the Force. As lightning poured through him and into the engine, it pushed the stricken corvette physically out of his path. The way to the Temple was now clear." - The Force Unleashed.
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Doubtful. And even if you weren't lying, the only chats I'm in have only one, two, maybe three members of the SW debating community that you could know. So that should narrow it down... assuming what you're saying is true.
Though, of course you'd know I can leave those hangouts at any time, yes?
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Location: The Proud Nation of Kekistan
Yep
That's our good ol' Wollfy
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Shadilay my brothers and sisters. With any luck we will throw off the shackles of normie oppression. We have nothing to lose but our chains! Praise Kek!
THE MOTTO IS "IN KEK WE TRUST"
I know what your google name is young Wollfy. You really don't understand the enigma that is Ziggystardust. I've been around this community since I was ten years old, during the days of the Antediluvian. It was a very different landscape back then, but i've met many people in my time, and two of those people are in your circle right now. Two very loyal companions who will tell me anything I want, you will never guess who they are, they won't crack like a Jordan almond under any sort of interrogation.
Aug 29th, 2016 03:33 PM
