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Well, technically Nadd's power was the only thing keeping Ommin alive during the events of TotJ, but if you restrict it then there's really no point in putting Ommin in these matches since he'll just turn to jelly on the ground as soon as the fight starts.
And do you mean Nox is going to solo Nadd? Yeah, not seeing how Nox does anything against Nadd except die horribly.
I honestly believe that "round 1" should be in favor of a random Gamorrean. I don't see a potential edge for Sand People. In terms of simple 1 on 1 combat axe is just much better weapon. It's heavier, playing more on Gamorrean size advantage, it has each of the common advantages of any "vibro" weapon existing within the universe, and are simply regular weapons of decent quality. Gaffi stick is made of worse material, has no special characteristics, it's "specialistic", weird edge is of no use with those advantages, especially while Sand People hold this weapon near the middle, and that means a slightly worse range. Axe is sharper, larger, and plays more to Gamorrean's advantages. Sand People are more versatile warriors, their warrior culture seems to be quite advanced and they are supposedly quite lethal, but Gamorreans are larger, heavier, and their strength is probably superior, though the margin can be dabatable - in a melee combat with people that aren't overly impressive with their skills - and are both rather primitive actually - strength, size, are just best edges. Gamorreans are "praised" (or rather laughed at, lol) for their warrior ways as much as Sand People, and are equally combat-oriented. Gamorreans also abandon ranged weapons and focus primarily on melee, and that can imply their advantage in this contest. Sand People are more durable, adapted to worse environment, probably more agile, but while fighting a weapon that has so much better "hitting plane", and an opponent of better range, I think it's slightly delaying the inevitable. Adaptation to environment is non-factor trait, as you can't find an easier area of fighting than Dantooine.
Seriously, I don't know how a random Sand People warrior can compare to a random Gamorrean warrior. Judging by their common feats, implied capabilities and the weaponry, I just don't know where Sand People can have their advantage, so I question such claims about Round 1 (as few as they may be) just because I don't see enough legitimate points.
Round 2 and 3 are completely different story though. Gamorreans generally despise ranged weapons, while Sand People are legitimate shooters. We're not talking about Force Sensitives or other superhumans. Who shots first, wins. :P
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They are angry because they have been forced to recognize that their hour has arrived; that the time has come to surrender power to Shimrra and the new order."
Well this is demonstrably not true......Like, at all.
For instance he accomplished this feat all by himself.
"Good," the wispy image of Freedon Nadd hissed, the sibilance slicing through the undercity's maze of passageways.
King Ommin concentrated harder, bolstered by his mentor's praise. He could indeed reel the subtle ebbs and flows of the thronging masses in the city above, just as Nadd had said. As he continued to absorb the sensations of millions of beings engrossed in their daily activities, he began to notice tiny pinpricks of violence and hatred erupting randomly across the whole of Iziz. The dark outbursts called to him, drew his thoughts near, asked him for reinforcement.
Ommin felt a wave of power rush through him, felt the dark side intertwine with his own essence, and he knew then that he could command the Force to do as he willed. His hands gripped his throne's knobbed armrests tighter and he plunged deep into himself, losing his corporeal existence to embrace his metaphysical. The world about him quickly faded into a misty coalescence, giving him the slight discomforting feeling of being disconnected. But the emotion lingered for only a moment before he brushed it aside and focused on his current ambition.
He surged forward, delving deeper into himself, until he came to what he could only describe as a barrier. It seemed to ripple as if constructed of gossamer, and yet it possessed a strength of a tempered steel alloy. Ommin paused before the barricade, suddenly unsure.
“Weakling!” Nadd spat from the periphery of Ommin’s consciousness. “You will never reach your potential if you falter at the slightest obstacle. Beyond that wall lies your destiny. Beyond that wall lies the full power of the dark side. If you do not have the strength to reach it, then you do not deserve to become a Sith sorcerer!"
Ommin's anger flared. He'd come so far in so short a time, and yet Nadd expected more - more than any Onderonian could possibly offer. Had Ommin's ancestors penetrated the Force so quickly? And if they had, how could they have survived? The dark side offered much, but stole away more. Ommin did not know if he could give that much of himself.
Nadd's voice rose up once more. "Your doubt will be your downfall, Ommin." This time the words held an air of seduction, a warm, inviting tone that Ommin felt inexplicably drawn to. "You are ready. There is nothing to fear." The hiss of Nadd's voice seemed to swirl about his mind, settling somewhere to the side, both within and without of the confines of Ommin's consciousness.
"Strike now!" Nadd shouted suddenly. "Come to the dark side now, when it calls, or you will have failed. The dark side will forever shun you, the weak-minded fool who believed he had the right to wield its power!"
Ommin had sacrificed more than he had thought he ever would in his quest to make the dark side his ally. And now all of his efforts hung on a single moment, his one chance to prove his worthiness, as if all he had done before meant nothing. The dark side had torn away so much of his life. He could not let it slip from his grasp, laughing at how it had pillaged him and left him nothing more than a broken husk bereft of its life essence. He could not let that happen.
His anger became both his weapon and his armor as he bludgeoned the barrier before him. The wall rippled wildly under the attack, but did not give way. Ommin redoubled his effort, pulled the hatred of everything - including the dark side - from the depths of his soul, channelling it into his blows. Then suddenly the wall ripped open. Before Ommin could react, he was sucked through, carried by a force more powerful than he could have ever imagined. The dark side immediately flooded his being, becoming one with every cell in his body.
The image of the city above returned to him then, and he assaulted the pinpricks of evil scattered across cityscape with flares of dark side energy. The already vile incidents instantly grew worse, the individuals involved momentarily filled with a foreign hatred.
Ommin watched in both awe and horror. He realized then that he was invincible with the dark side at his back. Nothing could topple him. Nothing could harm or destroy him ever again, not even the dark side itself.
His normal vision returned, and he saw the ghostly form of Freedon Nadd hovering close by. Ommin felt stronger than he ever had, and he wanted to show his mentor what he had accomplished.
He pushed himself up from his ancient throne, and then collapsed under his own weight, his legs no longer able to support him.
Nadd made a deep, staccato sound that Ommin could only guess was laughter. "The dark side does not come without its price," the Sith spirit said. "You have power over the Force, but in exchange you have lost power over your own body."
Nadd had warned him of the dark side's initiation tithe a decade ago when his training had begun. He couldn't remember whether he had chosen to accept that price or whether he had purposely sealed it away in the recesses of his memory. It didn't matter now, anyway. He had finally reached his goal - the dark side belonged to him.
Unfortunately, he belonged to the dark side as well.
- Tales of the Jedi Companion
Beyond that Ommin summoned the spirit of Nadd to begin with.
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So, Yeah, Ommin is capable on his own thank you very much.
Well this is demonstrably not true......Like, at all.
For instance he accomplished this feat all by himself.
"Good," the wispy image of Freedon Nadd hissed, the sibilance slicing through the undercity's maze of passageways.
King Ommin concentrated harder, bolstered by his mentor's praise. He could indeed reel the subtle ebbs and flows of the thronging masses in the city above, just as Nadd had said. As he continued to absorb the sensations of millions of beings engrossed in their daily activities, he began to notice tiny pinpricks of violence and hatred erupting randomly across the whole of Iziz. The dark outbursts called to him, drew his thoughts near, asked him for reinforcement.
Ommin felt a wave of power rush through him, felt the dark side intertwine with his own essence, and he knew then that he could command the Force to do as he willed. His hands gripped his throne's knobbed armrests tighter and he plunged deep into himself, losing his corporeal existence to embrace his metaphysical. The world about him quickly faded into a misty coalescence, giving him the slight discomforting feeling of being disconnected. But the emotion lingered for only a moment before he brushed it aside and focused on his current ambition.
He surged forward, delving deeper into himself, until he came to what he could only describe as a barrier. It seemed to ripple as if constructed of gossamer, and yet it possessed a strength of a tempered steel alloy. Ommin paused before the barricade, suddenly unsure.
“Weakling!” Nadd spat from the periphery of Ommin’s consciousness. “You will never reach your potential if you falter at the slightest obstacle. Beyond that wall lies your destiny. Beyond that wall lies the full power of the dark side. If you do not have the strength to reach it, then you do not deserve to become a Sith sorcerer!"
Ommin's anger flared. He'd come so far in so short a time, and yet Nadd expected more - more than any Onderonian could possibly offer. Had Ommin's ancestors penetrated the Force so quickly? And if they had, how could they have survived? The dark side offered much, but stole away more. Ommin did not know if he could give that much of himself.
Nadd's voice rose up once more. "Your doubt will be your downfall, Ommin." This time the words held an air of seduction, a warm, inviting tone that Ommin felt inexplicably drawn to. "You are ready. There is nothing to fear." The hiss of Nadd's voice seemed to swirl about his mind, settling somewhere to the side, both within and without of the confines of Ommin's consciousness.
"Strike now!" Nadd shouted suddenly. "Come to the dark side now, when it calls, or you will have failed. The dark side will forever shun you, the weak-minded fool who believed he had the right to wield its power!"
Ommin had sacrificed more than he had thought he ever would in his quest to make the dark side his ally. And now all of his efforts hung on a single moment, his one chance to prove his worthiness, as if all he had done before meant nothing. The dark side had torn away so much of his life. He could not let it slip from his grasp, laughing at how it had pillaged him and left him nothing more than a broken husk bereft of its life essence. He could not let that happen.
His anger became both his weapon and his armor as he bludgeoned the barrier before him. The wall rippled wildly under the attack, but did not give way. Ommin redoubled his effort, pulled the hatred of everything - including the dark side - from the depths of his soul, channelling it into his blows. Then suddenly the wall ripped open. Before Ommin could react, he was sucked through, carried by a force more powerful than he could have ever imagined. The dark side immediately flooded his being, becoming one with every cell in his body.
The image of the city above returned to him then, and he assaulted the pinpricks of evil scattered across cityscape with flares of dark side energy. The already vile incidents instantly grew worse, the individuals involved momentarily filled with a foreign hatred.
Ommin watched in both awe and horror. He realized then that he was invincible with the dark side at his back. Nothing could topple him. Nothing could harm or destroy him ever again, not even the dark side itself.
His normal vision returned, and he saw the ghostly form of Freedon Nadd hovering close by. Ommin felt stronger than he ever had, and he wanted to show his mentor what he had accomplished.
He pushed himself up from his ancient throne, and then collapsed under his own weight, his legs no longer able to support him.
Nadd made a deep, staccato sound that Ommin could only guess was laughter. "The dark side does not come without its price," the Sith spirit said. "You have power over the Force, but in exchange you have lost power over your own body."
Nadd had warned him of the dark side's initiation tithe a decade ago when his training had begun. He couldn't remember whether he had chosen to accept that price or whether he had purposely sealed it away in the recesses of his memory. It didn't matter now, anyway. He had finally reached his goal - the dark side belonged to him.
Unfortunately, he belonged to the dark side as well.
- Tales of the Jedi Companion
[QUOTE]"Good," the wispy image of Freedon Nadd hissed, the sibilance slicing through the undercity's maze of passageways.
King Ommin concentrated harder, bolstered by his mentor's praise. He could indeed reel the subtle ebbs and flows of the thronging masses in the city above, just as Nadd had said. As he continued to absorb the sensations of millions of beings engrossed in their daily activities, he began to notice tiny pinpricks of violence and hatred erupting randomly across the whole of Iziz. The dark outbursts called to him, drew his thoughts near, asked him for reinforcement.
Ommin felt a wave of power rush through him, felt the dark side intertwine with his own essence, and he knew then that he could command the Force to do as he willed. His hands gripped his throne's knobbed armrests tighter and he plunged deep into himself, losing his corporeal existence to embrace his metaphysical. The world about him quickly faded into a misty coalescence, giving him the slight discomforting fee...t even the dark side itself.
His normal vision returned, and he saw the ghostly form of Freedon Nadd hovering close by. Ommin felt stronger than he ever had, and he wanted to show his mentor what he had accomplished.
He pushed himself up from his ancient throne, and then collapsed under his own weight, his legs no longer able to support him.
Nadd made a deep, staccato sound that Ommin could only guess was laughter. "The dark side does not come without its price," the Sith spirit said. "You have power over the Force, but in exchange you have lost power over your own body."
Nadd had warned him of the dark side's initiation tithe a decade ago when his training had begun. He couldn't remember whether he had chosen to accept that price or whether he had purposely sealed it away in the recesses of his memory. It didn't matter now, anyway. He had finally reached his goal - the dark side belonged to him.
Unfortunately, he belonged to the dark side as well.
- Tales of the Jedi Companion
Beyond that Ommin summoned the spirit of Nadd to begin with.
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So, Yeah, Ommin is capable on his own thank you very much.
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