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Originally posted by Darth_Glentract
Alright well, I don't think Revan is being given enough credit by some people. Yes, he's gonna lose. And yes, it won't be an especially close fight. But Luke is going to work up a significant sweat winning this and I woudn't be surprised if he earned some nice news scars/fake body parts.

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Originally posted by tulakhordpwns
Of course, Lumiya gave Luke some scars and new body parts, and she is surely below Revan.

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Alright well, I don't think Revan is being given enough credit by some people. Yes, he's gonna lose. And yes, it won't be an especially close fight. But Luke is going to work up a significant sweat winning this and I woudn't be surprised if he earned some nice news scars/fake body parts.

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Of course, Lumiya gave Luke some scars and new body parts, and she is surely below Revan.

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Originally posted by Gideon
The only way Revan's going to injure Luke is if he uses the circumstances against him: which is fair and legitimate, as Revan is surely -- tactically, at least -- Luke's superior. But is he anything approaching Luke's strength? No.

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Originally posted by tulakhordpwns
That is what I am trying to get at, circumstances could very well result in Luke getting injured.

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Originally posted by Gideon
Actually, it's a canon fact that Revan is less than RotS Yoda and RotS Sidious. It's been argued that they couldn't give Luke -- at this time -- that hard of a fight, so Revan likely won't either.

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Originally posted by -Blasmaster-
Not questioning you or anything, but Im curious can you show me this canon fact or atleast point me to a source.

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Originally posted by -Blasmaster-
Not questioning you or anything, but Im curious can you show me this canon fact or atleast point me to a source.

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Originally posted by Gideon
Darth Hord nailed it on the head. Twice. I wouldn't have such a problem with SW LeGenD or the KotoR era if he didn't make a habit of cramming in "Revan is very powerful!", "Revan is very smart!", and "Revan is a great Sith!" into every post he makes -- even if he acknowledges that Revan would get WTFpwned, he has to cram that detail in.

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Originally posted by Gideon
We comprehend: Revan's pretty damn uber. No one here has contested that. But are there stronger characters? Yes. Are there smarter characters? Yes. Are there characters with greater achievements? Yes. Are there characters who are have all three on Revan? Yes. And every time you fellate Revan, I make it my personal mission to fellate every other character to make the point.

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Originally posted by Gideon
Actually, it's a canon fact that Revan is less than RotS Yoda and RotS Sidious. It's been argued that they couldn't give Luke -- at this time -- that hard of a fight, so Revan likely won't either.

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Originally posted by Gideon
The only way Revan's going to injure Luke is if he uses the circumstances against him: which is fair and legitimate, as Revan is surely -- tactically, at least -- Luke's superior. But is he anything approaching Luke's strength? No.

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Originally posted by S_W_LeGenD
Show me a "combat feat" of Darth Caedus that surpasses Revan's performance on the Star Forge.

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What he found instead was formless, supple, and fathomless-an infinite emptiness, but as serene as a wind toppling trees to encourage new growth. A being of light, Jacen was drawing into himself all of Onimi's lethal compounds, neutralizing them and casting them out as sweat, tears, and exhalations. He understood at last why he had failed to catch Anakin's lightsaber when Luke had tossed it to him: he was never meant to catch it, because he had become the lightsaber. He had attained the ability to cut through any resistance in himself; to sever the bonds of preconception; to open a gaping hole into a reality more expansive than any he had ever dared imagine; to heal.

As his grandfather had done, he had broken through the apparent opposites that concealed the absolute nature of the Force, and found his way into an unseen unity that existed beyond the seeming separateness of the world. For a moment all the cosmic tumblers had clicked into place, and light and dark sides became something he could balance within himself, without having to remain on one side or the other.

The consciousness that was Jacen Solo was strewn across the vast spectrum of life energy. He had passed beyond choice and consequence, good and evil, light and dark, life and death. All that had been required of Jacen was complete surrender-a technique once mastered by the Jedi Order but at some point misplaced; transposed to an emphasis on individual achievement, which had opened a way to arrogance. In that the path was available to any who chose to seek and follow it, Jacen understood that the discovery was really a rediscovery.

Indeed, the Yun-Yuuzhan Vong had adhered to it when they had lived in symbiosis with Yuuzhan'tar. In that dim protohistorical time, they had been group-minded, living in a world where the boundaries between self and other were permeable. By cutting that bond they had isolated themselves from the Force. They had deluded themselves into thinking that they were worshiping life, when in fact they were worshiping the only route to symbiosis left open to them, which was death.

Jacen realized that, in a sense, he had paraphrased Onimi. He had passed beyond the tradition of the Jedi Order into a more embracing reality. But instead of attempting to steal the authority of the gods, or to become a god, he had finally allowed himself to merge with the Force in its entirety and become a conduit for its raw power, which flowed through him like the thundering headwaters of a great river. The conjoining of the Force and his Vongsense enabled him to render himself small enough to follow Onimi wherever he went or attempted to hide; to counter Onimi's every action, and merge with his living vessel on a molecular level.

Jacen ended their spinning, bringing them to a halt in the center of the bridge, where he continued to parry Onimi's strikes. The Supreme Overlord's lolling eye fixed him with a gimlet stare. Gradually Onimi began to understand, as well. He grasped that Jacen wasn't defending himself so much as using Onimi's own strengths against him.

Jacen was fighting without fighting; drawing Onimi deeper into the struggle by demanding more of Onimi's indigenous toxins, to the point that he couldn't keep up. Jacen was the vacuum, the dovin basal singularity into which Onimi was being sucked. Jacen had become the dismantling void that was drawing Onimi into a slender thread, attenuating him to the point of infinite smallness. Onimi's self-deformed face began to change. His arteries pulsed and his veins bulged from beneath his pale skin.

Onimi fought with everything that remained in him, but Jacen could not be overwhelmed. As a pure conduit of the Force, he was incapable of taking missteps or making wrong moves. He stood not at the edge of the tilting ecliptic of his vision, but at the center, as a fulcrum. The weight that would disturb the balance was Onimi, but to Jacen, that weight was no longer of sufficient mass to make a difference. The Force encased Jacen like a whirlwind, moving deep into the darkness the Yuuzhan Vong had brought to the galaxy, and gathering it and sending it up the spout into the funnel cloud, where it was transformed and dispersed. Onimi was becoming more insubstantial by the moment.

Jacen continued to stand firm, righting the world. He had become so powerful as to be dangerous to his own galaxy, for he could see clearly the temptations of the dark side and the desire to force one's will on others-to so completely dominate that all life would kowtow to him. He purged his mind of all pride and evil intent and entered a moment of unadulterated bliss, where he seemed to have unlocked the very secrets of existence. He knew that he would never again be able to reach this exalted state, and at once that he would spend the rest of his life trying.

Neither Jaina nor Jacen had answered Leia's calls as Nom Anor had led the search for them, but the reason for their silence became clear the moment she entered the bridge of the accelerating alien vessel. She was last to arrive in the cavernous chamber.

Nom Anor and Han, blaster in hand, had raced in ahead of her, only to be transfixed by the spectacle unfolding before their eyes-a sight Leia knew she would carry to her grave, and all the more spellbinding for the backdrop of familiar stars, hyphens of coherent light, roiling plasma missiles. She felt as if she were wedged between a dream and a vision; lifted into a realm that was usually denied to mortal beings. In the center of the bridge Jacen stood like a pillar of blinding light, feet planted, arms at his sides, chin lifted.

The dazzling light seemed to spin outward from his midsection and surround him like an aura. His face was almost frighteningly serene, and perhaps a touch sad. The pupils of his eyes were like rising suns. He seemed to age five years-features maturing, complexion softening, body elongating-as Leia watched breathlessly. What youth might have remained in her son vanished........................