The Battle
The combatants were like the elements of worlds themselves. Windu moved with erratic, uncontrollable power and speed, as wild and violent as the Dantooine storm. His violet lightsaber flashed like lightning, illuminating the bridge in purple fire.
Count Dooku's cyan blade flowed and whipped like the rushing rivers and waves of Glee Anselm, the lightsaber flourishing and waving through the air, leaving a blurred streak of blue light in its wake.
And Revan. . . he was everything. Raging like fire with his crimson blade, yet weaving and flowing with inhuman grace and elegance reminiscent of the winds of Naboo. And at the same time, his wrath was like that of a Tatooine sandstorm, and his blade flashed like blood-red lightning.
Engaged in a battle of unparalleled beauty and vigor, the three fought with deadly skill born of years of practice and trial. Blades of blue, purple and red lit up the bridge, adding to the already magnificent display of light from the the space battle.
Dooku flew through the air, landing with the grace and poise of a Nexu on the bridge stairs, leaping over his enemy to a vantage point where he could fight effectively. His lightsaber flew through the air, blocking and countering and flowing away from the fire of Revan's blade. From an insight born out of more than a half a century of practice, Dooku could tell that the Sith Lord was hard-pressed to fend off such an attack. It was a feat that none could have accomplished, standing against two of the greatest duelists in all the galaxy. But Dooku, while blocking and striking with his saber, had realized that no ordinary, or even extraordinary being could hold off such an attack without immense power and tactical savvy. Apparently, this Revan had both.
Mace spun away from the Sith Lord with a whirl of his lightsaber, catching Revan's blade in mid-air mere inches away from his own head. A cyclone of violet light, Mace's weapon was quickly and efficiently doing its work. Assisting and recieving assistance from Dooku, Mace was slowly tiring out the Sith Lord. But to stand strong against such an onslaught, the shadowy, fearsome enemy must have had some sort of ability that allowed him to predict and counter the Jedis' each and every move. It would be impossible to survive without such an ability against such a fierce attack. Alone, the Sith Lord was standing against the greatest duelists of the Jedi Order, and even tiring them. Mace's last thought was of what kind of creature of darkness could hold against and return such power before he once again turned into a whirlwind of chaos.
Revan's blade of fire burned the air as it flew and spun with blinding speed, fending off the two most accomplished Jedi duelists in the galaxy. He would not pretend that, however skilled he was, the battle was not taking its toll on him. The Makashi duelist attacked with perfect precision and finesse, and while Revan could easily predict the strikes with an innate Pre-cognition that had saved his life dozens of times in this battle alone, countering them was another story.
On the other side, he was attacked by a man of the opposing tactics; the violet lightsaber struck and soared in erratic thrusts and wild swings, testing the limits of Revan's Pre-cog and forcing him to adopt a new tactic and strategy every swing he made. The Sith Lord was fast running out of options. But he had one more trick up his sleeve; literally. Blocking the violet-bladed Jedi's next strike, and punishing the other with a swift backhand to the jaw, Revan opened his left hand, and a small, cylindric object flew out of his sleeve into it. Another, hidden lightsaber.
Dooku reeled, dazed by the swift and sudden attack. As he regained control of himself, he spun back to face Revan, and an instant later brought his saber up to block a strike from an emerald blade. As his saber locked, he looked into the crevice of Revan's mask, into his hidden eyes, and saw something he would never again forget.
Mace looked on stunned, as Revan's red blade was joined by another emerald one. He reacted faster than thought itself as the Sith Lord locked sabers with both Jedi simultaneously. Seeing a moment of oppurtunity, Mace twisted Revan's red blade aside and leapt forward in a powerful kick. The Dark Lord twisted like rubber out of the path of the strike, and lashed out at Windu in a spinning kick. The blow caught him in the head, and sent him flipping over the stairs and onto his back, throwing him into unconciousness.
Revan, having disabled one of the Jedi, now turned to the remaining one. The cyan-wielding Jedi had stepped away and raised his saber to a Makashi stance; a last stand. Revan took a moment to admire the valour of his opponents. Few would fancy facing the Dark Lord of the Sith in combat, yet these men had fought with all their heart. They'd failed in their objective to take him, but they'd proved worthy opponents indeed. But time was short, and there was work to be done.
Raising his red lightsaber, he summoned the Force into his body, up is arm, out of his hand, and firing out of his weapon. The Force assault hit the Jedi hard, and rocked his body as it swung his stomach inward, bending him like a twig. The poor old man gasped in pain and surprise as he was lifted into the air by the Force energy flowing from Revan's raised weapon. He saw the Sith wave his lightsaber like an ancient, blazing wand, felt a burning sensation deep in his abdomen, and everything went black.
Mace saw Dooku's body hit the ground, limp and weak. He saw Revan turn towards him, and he shook himself out of his dazed stupor. And then he came to the realization that he could not defeat this Revan. Only the Force could. And it would when the time was right.
And with that realization, Mace Windu flew at Revan in one last act of defiance against the dark side. He felt several searing strikes and burns lance through his body, and as he fell to the ground, he looked up at Revan through fading vision. A crimson and emerald salute shone through the darkness, and a moment later, all went black.
Windu.... Absolutely wonderful. Better than mine, by far. I loved it.
And especially the part about the Force being able to defeat him... it's fitting, in a Lucasist "Will of the Force" kinda way.
Revan's second blade, btw, was violet... And Dooku's original Jedi blade was blue. But Cyan fits him well and green helps for combat, so no big deal. Again, wonderful,
I knew it was violet, but that was probably a normal lightsaberl, right? I meant this to be like a hidden last resort or something. And anyway, if you visualize the fight, having two people with violet lightsabers wouldn't look good. And yeah, Dooku's blade was blue, but, cyan and blue are pretty similar, and the colors are used like that in LOE, so whatever. But thanks. And it definetely wasn't as good as yours, but thanks, still.
Originally posted by Darth Windu
I knew it was violet, but that was probably a normal lightsaberl, right? I meant this to be like a hidden last resort or something. And anyway, if you visualize the fight, having two people with violet lightsabers wouldn't look good. And yeah, Dooku's blade was blue, but, cyan and blue are pretty similar, and the colors are used like that in LOE, so whatever. But thanks. And it definetely wasn't as good as yours, but thanks, still.
I was dissapointed that dooku and mace lost, but u made it seem as if they gave in all they had and were worthy opponents, which made me like the story even more, once again bravo...I would be lame if revan took them out very easily, I can see that u respect all 3 masters not just one in particular.
A Tale from Fishy- Written by Darth Windu
Explosions rocked the planet as Coruscant turned into a raging battlefield, its denizens fleeing from the onslaught of the new Sith Lord.
High above the highest skyscraper, Tulak Hord looked down on the sprawling city that covered the planet. Fire erupted in mid-air as airspeeders and fighters alike exploded in a flash of light. Exchanges of fierce, coherent light streaked across the sky and ground, slamming into skyscrapers, ships, and anything that could be hit. The invasion had truly begun.
As his personal star-cruiser flew through the sky towards the Starport, the Sith raised his hand, and a tall, heavilt bulit Sith Warrior appeared at his side.
"What is thy bidding, my Master," uttered the warrior, a phrase that would inevitably be used for thousands of years to come.
"What is the status of our forces at the Temple?" responded Hord in a powerful voice.
"Our troops are holding, Master, but the Jedi are fighting hard. Apparently, they want this planet as much as we."
Suddenly curious by this piece of information, Tulak inquired more.
"Their leader. Who leads them now?"
"Sir. . ." The warrior faltered. Hord's head turned slowly. He now looked straight into the eyes of the Sith next to him.
"Who?"
Turning his gaze so he avoided the Dark Lord's eyes, the warrior spoke. "Your. . . your father sir.
Tulak once again looked out the viewport to the city below. Memories flooded into his head. The man who had raised him as his own. . . the man who had defeated, and nearly killed him. . . the man who Hord was now duty-bound to kill. . . And then he shook his head, clearing his mind so that it became once again the cold weapon that it had been forged into.
"Take me to the Temple," said the Dark Lord.
"But my Lord-"
"Now."
The soldier nodded, and quickly walked to the cockpit. Hord heard an exchange of Basic, and he felt the ship alter its course. The Sith Lord allowed himself a smile. Although deep inside, there was still feeling for his father, all opposition would need to be dealt with if the Sith were to be reinstated in the galaxy. The Jedi would fall, and the Sith would rise once again to their former glory.
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After several minutes of flight, Tulak opened his eyes. In his brief meditation, he had calmed and focused himself; a task vital to his success. Although he would never admit it, the Sith Lord still had feelings for his father; kiling him would not be easy. But after cleansing his mind, Hord had fixed in himself the notion and reality that the deed had to be done. And it would be.
As the Dark Lord stood up once more and strode to the viewport, he felt a disturbance in the Force. He looked down, and would never forget what he saw. A thousand lightsabers glowed green and blue in the smoke and fire of war, candles of hope and light and inspiration to those around them, suffering and panicking in the heat of battle. The blades of light whirred and flew through the air as the Jedi Knights struck down their enemies. And as he watched his own troops being felled by the enemy, Hord once again forgot who he was fighting for. Or who he wanted to fight for. But for the third time that day, the Sith Lord shook his head. The leader of a race like the Sith could not afford to be weak and hesitant. He, Tulak Hord, would strike down the Jedi, and reinstate the Sith as rulers of the galaxy.
And with that thought in mind, Tulak pressed the panel next to the viewport, opening the transparasteel window and lettinng the air of battle rush to him. Even at this altitude, the smell of burning metal and flesh was strong. But the Dark one did not let this frighten him. In fact, it strengthened his resolve. Having not fought in weeks, Hord was eager to once again engage in the thrill of war. Reaching into robes as black as the void of space itself, Hord grasped a lightsaber, and ignited its blue blade as he flew from the ship, soaring to the ground below.
As he fell from the ship, he spun backwards, looking back up at the cruiser. Personal air-speeders flew jetted out of the carrier, and plummeted to the battle after him. Hord spun back towards the ground, and braced himself for the landing, as he summoned the mighty Force into his body. He landed the hundred-meter leap in a crouch, and as he raised his head and the Jedi turned to him, his eyes glowed a fiery yellow, and he leapt into combat.
His blue saber flashed faster than the eye could see. In fact, anyone who was close enough to see the blade of light was cut down before they'd ever see anything again. His body was like water, fluid and flexible and constantly weaving and flowing. By the time he'd battled his way across the courtyard and into the Temple itself, more than a dozen Jedi had fallen to his blade.
Now sufficiently warmed up, Hord took one step and leapt to the door of the Temple. He took one look back at his vibro-sword wielding troops, and turned back around. The door was slammed shut to keep the battle from spilling inside. The Sith Lord filled his body with Force energy, and released it instantly. The door shook and rattled as a hole that a rancor could walk through was blown in it. Hord stepped through calmly and looked around.
The interior of the Temple was just as his father had described to him, so many years ago. It was stately and beautiful, filled with priceless holocrons, lined with statues, and adorned in everything imaginable. Apparently, the Jedi had guarded it well. But suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Tulak Hord saw the flash of a lightsaber, and heard a Sith cry out. As he looked up, a body fell from high above, crashing into the ground. And battle erupted once more.
The Dark Lord took a running start and jumped, soaring up to the high levels of the Temple in an instant. He saw a duo of Jedi sighting of a dozen of his elite Sith Guards, each brandishing a Force-pike. As he gathered his strength and power into another leap, he saw three more of his troops fall to the emerald and blue blades of the Jedi. By the time he'd landed, half a dozen more lay on the floor dead.
Hord swung his lightsaber expertly, parrying a blow from the emerald wielding Jedi, who had broke away from his comrade, leaving him to take out the remaining three Sith. With a strike of his own, Tulak spun into an overhead blow that locked his saber with that of the Jedi. Rotating his wrist easily, the Dark Sider twisted asid his opponent's blade and severed his hand at the wrist. With a thrust, he extinguished the Jedi's life. He wasn't known as the best duelist in the galaxy for nothing.
Taking a step forward as the last of his elite fell, Hord slashed broadly and carelessly at the oncoming Jedi, disemboweling him in an instant.
With a look of smug arrogance on his face, the Sith Lord leapt to a catwalk twenty meters above his head; the catwalk that led to the Jedi Council room, where undoubtedly, his father would be. Six more Jedi leapt at him. He took a short, quick step forward, and parried the first blow with one hand, using the other to grab another lightsaber from his robes. Igniting the blade, Hord thrusted in a saber-jab, burning a small hole through the attacker's forehead. Soaring to the others with blades of silver and blue, Hord dispatched them quickly.
The first he killed with an unexpected slice at the neck, a move he prided himself on. The second and third he dispatched almost at the same time, angling his blades down as he pierced into their lungs. The fourth he knocked off the catwalk with a lazy hilt-bash to the chin, and the last Jedi was quickly put out of his misery by a swing that opened his stomach wide.
He stepped over their dead bodies and strode to the end of the catwalk. But as he reached it, the Council Room doors opened. A tall, tanned, wizened Jedi Master stepped out of the room. Dropping his lightsabers to the ground. Tulak said one word. "Father."
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