Well Janus, he might not be at FULL potential in terms of knowledge and such yet, but I think he's just about there. Of course, he'd be lethal at Dooku's age too, but physically weaker. However, he would be more powerful in terms of knowledge and technique; I don't know. I just thought this was an optimal age, so I put it.
And darth-yoda, just imagine ROTS Anakin, k? Now, picture him larger, like more muscled, a little older, you know? He's still shaven, and he's got the same kind of hair, just a bit longer, and a tad bit darker. He looks more wizened, but not old, like Obi-Wan in ROTS. It's kind of hard, but just try and think of these things.
Originally posted by Darth Windu
Bump. Fishy, Frobo, what happened to your stories? And Janus, I need something from you, too.
I don't know what to write about, give me an idea for a fight and i'll write one, unless you are talking about that Tulak Hord one, its progressing but with a lot of rewriting becuase i'm not sure on what I want.
Originally posted by Fishy
I don't know what to write about, give me an idea for a fight and i'll write one, unless you are talking about that Tulak Hord one, its progressing but with a lot of rewriting becuase i'm not sure on what I want.
Revan vs NJO Luke, lol no matter what the out come people will be pissed.
The Valley was for the dead. And the living beings here were less than welcome, if they could not already tell from the heavy, oppressive air, the coarse and shifting sands, and the dark shroud that blanketed the area in the Force itself. On either side were tombs of ancient lords, the final resting places of Sith leaders so terrible even their tombs were treated with the utmost care...
But not anymore. Korriban had been all but abandoned, the Sith tombs mostly picked over by dark side adepts in the Jedi Civil War, similar to scavenger birds on Dantooine. This would soon begin a circulation of Sith artifacts and lore that would, perhaps, finalize the end of the Sith Empire in its former glory. The barren tombs with the winds whipping through them sounded like a choir of despair, a faint echo resonating from what had once been a deafening roar.
At once end of the valley stood a lone man, his robes identifying him as a Jedi master. His sandy hair blowing in the brewing storm, Master Kavar looked on impassively. If he was afraid, he dare not show it. But he was here, to find out if the rumors were true. It was not easy, the road here. But, as a friend always said, it is not thedestination but the journey. In travel did he find fulfillment. Whether or not it was enough, he would soon know.
Directly opposite, a spectre of doom in his dark robes, stood the Council's former prodigy, and the Republic's former hero turned traitor. Now that Malak was slain, Kavar had managed to track down the resurfaced Revan. He would have his answers.
"Revan." His voice, once commanding and confident during his days training padawan was wrenched from his lips and twisted in the wind. He sounded like a lost child. "You have returned." He spoke, a phrase with more than one meaning, obviously.
Revan began to walk closer, his robes brushing the sand, a casual steady sway. Behind his mask he could have been smiling or crying, Kavar could not tell. Through the Force he could not see much, the darkness that lingered on Korriban all but blinding him. Finally, Revan came within ten meters of the Jedi Master.
"Stop! Come no further. I am not here to fight." Kavar shouted, holding his hand out. Revan stopped, hands at his sides.
"Master Kavar..." He said with, what was it? Perhaps a tinge of respect. "You have fought all your life. Will you stop now? Or... are you afraid of dying?"
The Jedi Master scowled, squaring his shoulders. He was being goaded and he knew it. But here... it was hard to resist such base emotions. "I am afraid of nothing, Revan. I came only to talk."
A scoff from behind the mask. "We have talked enough. Kavar, prepare yourself... We will speak now in a way words never can!" And he came forward in a blur, his silhouette framed in the dreary Korriban sun, looking ever the ghost of death itself. Instantly his twin lightsabers ignites, coming to life as blades of crimson and violet.
Kavar, caught off guard, managed barely to parry with his own blades, a short blue lightsaber and a longer one, used in his right hand. Kavar normally would push forward, only to drop his momentum and slash low, but Revan's strength here was immense. He began to sweat. Finally, Revan pushed back himself, coming to a ready Niman stance with one saber forward and across his chest, the other up and pointed towards his opponent. Kavar mirrored it, hoping to gain some insight from the younger warrior's strategy. But that would not be enough, obviously. Revan was utilizing the darkside itself here.
"Come and face me, coward." The dark lord taunted. Kavar felt his will power erroding slowly, like the rusting of factory equipment in some forgotten Crimson Corridor building. The taint of evil was unbearable...
Kavar snarled, not quite the response he had expected. His anger at Revan's betrayal and his weariness from the trip only helped to make the dark side stronger and himself weaker. He charged forward, sabers twirling in a cycle of death.
Revan dropped his lightsabers, the blades going out. He outstretched two hands, as though laying his hands on something. Kavar stopped dead. In his panic-stricken mind, he realized that his mindset in this foul place had been used against him, and Revan had caught him in some kind of telekinetic snare. He tried desperately to escape, but in his state he couldn't. Revan twisted his left wrist, and Kavar began to spin slowly, like some clothes refresher on slow. Then, with his right hand, Revan unleashed a bolt of Sith Lightning, the evil electricity coursing from his hand and into Kavar's body. The Jedi master cried out in anguish and pain as he spun, being riddled with the dark power. This wheel of torture went on for some time, and then the lightning stopped. The spinning did too. But of course, Kavar could not tell... He was still trying to scream, albeit without any breath on which to draw. Revan released him, letting the Jedi Master drop.
The dark lord came up to his side and knelt down. "Kavar, my old teacher... You were an impressive fighter and a good teacher. But you were a foolish adversary. It is fitting that I taught you this time." Kavar stared blindly up at the former Jedi, but he could not find strength to utter words. When the Sith lord turned his back and walked away, it was all Kavar could do to lift his head and watch.
this is very half assed and done quickly and it will probably show but wtv.
A warm breeze coursed through the dxun jungle, the croaking sound of cannoks and the chirping of crickets reosnated through the bush, This place teemed with life, with the force, Revan closed his eyes and reached out feeling the energy coursing through the jungle feeling deeper into it past the simple energy of the jungle there was something there, something darker as he reached out towards it through the force the presence became more intense stronger, it coursed through Revans head and into the very fibers of his being, it drifted over him like a cloud enveloping him. Revan felt the raw power of the energy enveloping him coursing through his veins. Out of the darkness formed a face, Revan couldn't reckognize it but there was something he did know that was the face of power. The red blade of a sith lightsaber carved through the darkness slicing towards him, Revan caught by suprise barely sidestepped the blade at it sliced through the air in a deadly arc nearly scutting him in half. Revan drew his twin sabers the blue and green lights casting shadows around him. Revan sidestepped his enemies next thrust deftly and brought his blade crashing upwards towards the over extended siths midsection, the sith twisted himself around bringing his blade up barely deflecting Revans stroke. The young jedi pressed his attack his twin sabers moving like lightning pushing the sith back. Revan brought his knee crashing into the siths sternum followed by a quick flurry of high slashes.
"Fool, your power is nothing compared to the darkside surrender or be destroyed."
Revan pressed his attack harder malice in his eyes as he rained powerful strokes on his foe, he jumped high bringing a powerful slash downwards on his foe then sent his other blade arcing upwardsunderneath the siths defense knocking his blade aside.
"It's over sith" Revan spat as he closed in on his enemy the hatred radiating off his body fueling his power.
"Over, stupid jedi it has only begun now you will feel the wrath of Freedon Nad!" with that revan was hit by a massive blast of force lightning sending him sailing through the darkness. Nad reignited his lightsaber and closed in on the fallen jedi,
"It's a pity, you almost proved yourself worthy Lord Revan, too bad that you will never compare to a true lord of the si-" Nad choked his arms flailing wildly his face contorting as the air left his lungs Revan got up with a wide grin across his features,
"Lord of the sith? Can't say I'm that impressed." He said arroagantly then blasted him back with a powerful force push.
"C'mon freedon I'm only one jedi surely a sith with your reputation could take one lone jedi knight" Revan crowed. Nad charged him brimming with hatred his saber slashing wildly through the air Revan laughed as he sidestepped the blows Revan brought his saber up in a high parry and the began his counterattack bringing quick and precise slashes towards the sith lord blow after blow he drove him back forcing the sith to go on the defensive stretching his guard all over the place,
"you're getting sloppy freedon what's the matter can't keep up?" Revan laughed as he carved gracefull arcs through the darkness that envelopped the two combatants, revan brought his right hand blade up with all the strength he could muster then sent his other saber carving right through his opponents legs. Revan stood over his fallen opponent blade at his throat,
"You've fought well Lord Nad but now it's time for you to return to the darkness that consumed you." with that Revan plunged his blade into the sith lords neck, The second the fallen sith breathed his last breath he shivered then was absorbed by the shadows, Now they swirled around Revan entering his nostrils filling his body. He felt a surge in power as he absorbed the shadow, and with a final scream the last of the darkness was absorbed by him.
Revan felt a hand on his shoulder and he opened his eyes to see one of the republic special forces on his team standing behind him, "Lord Revan General Novak's forces are in postion and ready to attack on your command."