I wrote a story to go with it.
“I’ll take pleasure destroying you.” was all that Dooku said to Mace Windu as they fought. Three Sith, three Jedi. Dooku and Mace were seperated from the others, Mace perfering it that way. Anakin had fallen to the darkside and was doing all that he could to defeat Obi-wan. Anakin was stronger and they both new it, but Obi-wan was smarter, faster, more experienced. Obi-wan was better at using the terrain to his advantage.
Less than fifty feet from Obi-wan and Anakin, the Heads of the Orders were fighting for survival. Wiserand better with a lightsaber Yoda was, but Sidious had an advantage in his superior force powers. Yoda ran towards Sidious, his blade burning like the sun. Sidious dodged and stabbed at the Jedi Master’s chest. “Be an easy fight, this will not be.” Yoda told himself as he and Sidious exchanged blows.
At the same time a short distance away Anakin and Obi-wan were giving it there all. Neither was able to get the upperhand though. For every attack one made, the other blocked and every counter-attack was deflected or returned. No matter who the victor would be, it would be a long fight.
Crack. Mace’s nose was broken by a punch from the aged Jedi gone evil. Dooku was wining, Mace wasn’t able to fully call upon his skill in Vapaad. Dooku was fighting with a vigor that surprised both of them. This was Dooku’s finest hour, his peak. Every strike made by Mace was blocked. Every attempt by Master Windu to gain ground was stopped before it could fully take place. During this time, Dooku was more powerful than Sidious. Not even Yoda would have been able to stop him.
Sparks flew as the blades of the Sith and Jedi locked again. Yoda, even with his smaller size was managing to push Sidious away. The air was cracking with the energy of the fight. The Ancient Jedi force pushed Sidious against a rock, Sidious sent a blast of lightning at the Jedi, both were flown across the battle field.
Anakin’s mind was confused. He didn’t know what he was doing. Sidious had told him it was the Jedi’s fault for Padme’s death, but somehow he knew that wasn’t true. Sidious had caused it, it was Sidious’ fault, all of it. Anakin shut off him lightsaber and spoke, “I’m sorry Master, I don’t know what I was thinking. I wish to help you.” Obi-wan sensed no deception in him. Smiling, they rushed off to help Windu.
And got there just in time to see the Korun Master decapitated. Anakin screamed, wanting to do something. Dooku walked towards them. He laughed and said, “I see young Skywalker that you have betrayed the Sith. Verywell, I’ll soon destroy you.”
He raced at the two Jedi, but the were to quick. The recent experiences had made them closer than ever. They fought like one, in perfect cadence. One would attack and Dooku would block it but as soon as he had blocked one strike, another came at him. Anakin made a mistake that cost him his life. He tried to attack to soon and Dooku blocked it and then stabbed him. Anakin fell to the ground dead.
Obi-wan let out the scream that rang within him when Qui-gon died. He fought with a masterful fury, never letting Dooku made a single strike, never letting Dooku have an inch, always pushing. Ten seconds later a dead Dooku fell to the ground, right beside Anakin.
Yoda’s kneck snapped. The ancient Jedi Master was gone. Sidious was laughing as Obi-wan’s blade pieced him. He died only seconds from victory. A thousand years of planning gone by a singe stab from a lightsaber. With one Jedi left standing they were victorious.
Here's my take on it. . .
Three forms moved like shadows through the dark halls of the Academy. Overgrown vines and trees sprouting from walls fortold of many millenia of neglect. This was an ancient place, with dangers and secrets that would shake even the mightiest of warriors. The old Sith Academy emanated witha a darkness that fortold incomprehensible atrocities.
The figure on the left stopped suddenly.
"This is it," it said, in a strong, powerful voice; a human. The man took of his hood to reveal a shaved, dark-skinned head. He turned to face another figure, his eyes alight with a barely repressed fire.
This one was small, like a child. But it was stooped over, and carried a gimmer stick. It was old, and certainly not human; from under its robes poked a pair of clawed feet, and its hands were covered with green skin.
"Mmmm. A great darkness, does this place hold. Our mark, it is."
"Master Yoda," said the third figure, in a quiet, calm voice. Another human. "What is their objective in coming here? To lure us into some sort of trap?"
"Use your feelings, Master Kenobi," replied Yoda. "Your former Apprentice, they now possess. The Chosen One."
The dark figure spoke. "He is now in the thrall of the Dark Side. They need him for their plot. Whatever it may be. This is a test. For both us, and Anakin."
Kenobi nodded. "I understand, Master Windu."
"Good," spoke Yoda. "Then know what must be done, you do."
Obi-Wan nodded again, silently. The figures shook off their robes, and stepped forward. A black hole, a void, suddenly came into view.
"A doorway?" asked Windu.
"But to what?" said Obi-Wan, answering the question with one his own. Both Jedi looked at Yoda.
Looking at them each in turn, Yoda replied in a strange voice. "To our destiny."
The three stepped into the hole and disappeared into the darkness. A moment later, they emerged from another hole, this time into a bright room.
"Powerful, is the Dark Side here." stated the green Jedi Master.
"Anakin," whispered Obi-Wan. "I sense Anakin."
A cold, hard voice sprang out. "I see you're as sharp as ever, Master."
Anakin Skywalker stepped into view, his Jedi robes now replaced with a black garment, one that reminded Obi-Wan distinctly of the Sith LOrd he had killed on Naboo.
"Your former Apprentice has now joined the Dark Side, my Jedi friends."
A sudden chill went up the Jedis' spines as Darth Sidious stepped into view.
"Sith scum!" snarled Windu. "You have been lowered to stealing children from your enemies?"
"I'M NO CHILD!" roared Anakin, and the room shook with force the likes of which the Jedi had never seen.
And suddenly, another man walked into the room; Count Dooku. Standing on a balcony to the left of the Jedi, the Count sneered.
"I see you've brought the best the Order has to offer? Why not bring the younglings? I'm sure our new friend would enjoy a warm-up." And he gestured to Anakin.
Master Windu opened his arms wide, and a lightsaber flew from his belt into his right hand, where it ignited into a sword of violet fire. Obi-Wan and Yoda followed suit; Obi-Wan's blue blade shone like the Naboo sea, and Yoda's small, emeral weapon was like a green nebula.
Dooku and Anakin leapt down from the balcony, as Sidious stood, cackling madly.
Anakin's lightsaber ignited, glowing blue like that of his former Master. Dooku's blade erupted in crimson fire, as did that of Sidious, which was held high above his head with two hands.
"Then begin, we will." said Yoda, and a second later, the room became a kleidoscope of blinding color.
Re: Here's my take on it. . .
Originally posted by Darth Windu
Three forms moved like shadows through the dark halls of the Academy. Overgrown vines and trees sprouting from walls fortold of many millenia of neglect. This was an ancient place, with dangers and secrets that would shake even the mightiest of warriors. The old Sith Academy emanated witha a darkness that fortold incomprehensible atrocities.The figure on the left stopped suddenly.
"This is it," it said, in a strong, powerful voice; a human. The man took of his hood to reveal a shaved, dark-skinned head. He turned to face another figure, his eyes alight with a barely repressed fire.
This one was small, like a child. But it was stooped over, and carried a gimmer stick. It was old, and certainly not human; from under its robes poked a pair of clawed feet, and its hands were covered with green skin.
"Mmmm. A great darkness, does this place hold. Our mark, it is."
"Master Yoda," said the third figure, in a quiet, calm voice. Another human. "What is their objective in coming here? To lure us into some sort of trap?"
"Use your feelings, Master Kenobi," replied Yoda. "Your former Apprentice, they now possess. The Chosen One."
The dark figure spoke. "He is now in the thrall of the Dark Side. They need him for their plot. Whatever it may be. This is a test. For both us, and Anakin."
Kenobi nodded. "I understand, Master Windu."
"Good," spoke Yoda. "Then know what must be done, you do."
Obi-Wan nodded again, silently. The figures shook off their robes, and stepped forward. A black hole, a void, suddenly came into view.
"A doorway?" asked Windu.
"But to what?" said Obi-Wan, answering the question with one his own. Both Jedi looked at Yoda.
Looking at them each in turn, Yoda replied in a strange voice. "To our destiny."
The three stepped into the hole and disappeared into the darkness. A moment later, they emerged from another hole, this time into a bright room.
"Powerful, is the Dark Side here." stated the green Jedi Master.
"Anakin," whispered Obi-Wan. "I sense Anakin."
A cold, hard voice sprang out. "I see you're as sharp as ever, Master."
Anakin Skywalker stepped into view, his Jedi robes now replaced with a black garment, one that reminded Obi-Wan distinctly of the Sith LOrd he had killed on Naboo.
"Your former Apprentice has now joined the Dark Side, my Jedi friends."
A sudden chill went up the Jedis' spines as Darth Sidious stepped into view.
"Sith scum!" snarled Windu. "You have been lowered to stealing children from your enemies?"
"I'M NO CHILD!" roared Anakin, and the room shook with force the likes of which the Jedi had never seen.
And suddenly, another man walked into the room; Count Dooku. Standing on a balcony to the left of the Jedi, the Count sneered.
"I see you've brought the best the Order has to offer? Why not bring the younglings? I'm sure our new friend would enjoy a warm-up." And he gestured to Anakin.
Master Windu opened his arms wide, and a lightsaber flew from his belt into his right hand, where it ignited into a sword of violet fire. Obi-Wan and Yoda followed suit; Obi-Wan's blue blade shone like the Naboo sea, and Yoda's small, emeral weapon was like a green nebula.
Dooku and Anakin leapt down from the balcony, as Sidious stood, cackling madly.
Anakin's lightsaber ignited, glowing blue like that of his former Master. Dooku's blade erupted in crimson fire, as did that of Sidious, which was held high above his head with two hands.
"Then begin, we will." said Yoda, and a second later, the room became a kleidoscope of blinding color.
Sorry. Intro again lol.
(My turn. However, in order to give it a distinctly different feel from everyone else's, I'm going to change the locale... Make them all fight separately in the ruins.)
The sand blew restlessly across the valley floor as Obi-Wan made his way towards the cave entrance. Having arrived here at the request of Master Yoda on Korriban, Obi-Wan was late. He did see the transport that had carried Yoda and Mace Windu to the surface. He did not see where they had gone.
There was a saying among the Jedi that was so old it had ceased to be anything but a catchphrase, like the kind people used regularly and did not evaluate its true meaning and origin. "Barren like the heart of Korriban." It was like "minions of Xendor" in that it echoed the pains of the past, fit into a nice little phrase. And Korriban's heart was barren, even if the previous inhabitants possessed hearts as black as the outer reaches of space. That very same tangible evil Obi-Wan felt as he stood in the entrance of the cavern, cut from the very bones of Korriban's surface. This evil was palpable... but strangely familiar. Heedless of his own actions, Obi-Wan ignited his saber and stepped inside.
The temperature dropped drastically as he made his way in, and as the meek sunlight was left behind, Obi-Wan found himself relying more and more on his attuned senses to find his way. The familiar vibes led him farther and farther down into the earth, until finally he came to an opening. Here, the sun streaked through cracks in the cavern roof, and before him, a deep pit opened like a wound in the earth. A small natural bridge crossed this pit, and standing there, saber in hand and ignited, was Anakin.
"Why are you here, master?" The former apprentice spoke slowly, his words drawn out, but the pain, the anger, closely kept to the surface. His blade was at his side, almost casually. However, his eyes were sharper than any blade, boring into Obi-Wan.
"Anakin, I have come to bring you home. All this... it's a lie!" Obi-Wan realized then that his blade was still activated. He shut i down, but Anakin's stance did not relax any. If anything, the boy scowled.
"You are the one who spreads lies!" Skywaker shouted, his voice quivering with uncontained passion. "You and the Order! I gave everything... did everything... And I was not good enough!" He stepped forward, clenching a fist before him. "I waited and waited and still you all kept me back... You all betrayed me! Why?! What did I ever do to deserve this?! What did I ever do for you to let her die?!" Tears streaming down his cheeks, the new acolyte of darkness cried out in defiance, against the world and against the institution which, he believed, had robbed him of what he was meant to have. What he was meant to be.
Kenobi was ataken back. He could not believe this. "Anakin... You must believe me. I am trying to help you! I am trying to free you from the grasp of the Sith! Anakin, you are not fighting the enemy, you are -working- with the enemy!"
"No..." Anakin mumbled plaintively. He was not truly listening.
"Listen to me... We have to leave this place. It's... It's of the Sith. We have to find Master Yoda and Master Windu and together destroy the Sith. Don't you understand, Anakin? You have a destiny to fulfill... You can't turn your back on us now, in this hour." Obi-Wan nearly collapsed, the emotional drain taking its toll on him in this dark place. He stepped forward, slowly, reaching out to his former apprentice. The young man he had raised and taught for these thirteen years. But Anakin merely steeled his expression, and raised his blade.
"No! It was -you- who turned your back on me in my hour of need! You -left- me on the battlefield... You let Padme die... This is all because of you!" And with that, he leapt forward, his blue lightsaber raised above his head.
Obi-Wan swore under his breath and brought up his blade. Then, he dodged to the side, rolling and coming up with his blade in a ready defense. But Anakin had already landed and come about, his blade spinning about and striking with amazing power. Beneath the blow, Obi-Wan felt himself almost stagger.
"I will end this!" Were the former Jedi's words, and with a terrible might he shoved Obi-wan back, breaking the saberlock.
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Yoda and Mace Windu walked cautiously along one another down the dark halls of the ancient Sith academy. Their blades were ready in their hands, but they had not yet ignited the blades. It was Yoda's idea that they remain as silent as two jedi masters can be, for the darkside had a strong grip on this place, and their senses could betray them.
It was Windu who was hit first, the rock streaming from seemingly nowhere, hitting him on the shoulder and nearly throwing him off balance. Yoda's blade snaped to life, all pretense of sneaking stole away, and Mace's blade quickly came to life as well. Both looked about frantically, but nothing could be seen in the darkness. A sound, however, reached their ears... Cackling from the source of the assault.
"The darkness will hide you not. Find you I shall, and end your tyranny!" The diminitive Jedi master called out, but the voice laughed even more in response.
"Come out from your hiding places, Sith!" Windu shouted, his voice quickly lost in the dark. But the laughing stopped, and after some time of waiting for a response, the two continued on their way, their paranoia higher than before.
The hallwau opened up, and then a familiar sound came to them as a red lightsaber flared to life before them.
"I see you have come a long way to die, jedi." Sidious spoke, his voice twisted with contempt. The facade of innocence dropped, his face was a mask of evil, the flesh marred and pale. His eyes were a window into his corrupt, irredeemable soul, and his smile was one of true cruelty.
"We have come a long way to stop your treachery, Sidious." Windu moved forward, but Yoda held up a restraining three-fingered hand.
"Mine, he is."
Yoda came forward, his fac weary but resolved in the light of his emerald lightsaber. He left the confines of the hallway and entered the open chamber. If he was worried about being jumped from the sides, he did not show it. Master Yoda walked forward with all the dignity and confidence of a royal king in his own court. Sidious, genuinely surprised by Yoda's straightforward approach, stepped back, smiling.
"Master Yoda... This has been a moment I have long been awaiting. I shall cast you down, broken, and with you the Order shall fall!" His crimson blade streaked forward, and the battle cry which Sidious gave forth was unnerving. Yoda broke into action, flipping to the side, coming across with his blade. Sidious parried it evenly, and then fell back, only to drive forward with a deceptive thrust. Yoda batted that away easily, and fell into the Ataru stance known as the "Far Sun Rising", with his blade to the side. Sidious pushed forward with effective though flashy moves, and Yoda relied on his small size and mastery of the Force to make himself a frustratingly difficult target, all the while hammering away at the midpoint of Sidious' guard.
They began to kick up dust around them as they moved back and forth, the battle playing out like some deadly game of tug-o-war. The Sith Lord cackled madly at some times and shouted in unbridled rage the next. Mace watched it all with concern for his old teacher, until a cool voice echoed from behind him.
"Is this what the jedi has fallen to? Allowing one's elders to fight one's battles?" Dooku came forward, illuminated in the light of his red lightsaber. Mace turned sharply, and fell into a ready pose.
"Do not presume to insult me, -Count- Dooku. Your betrayal has wounded the Order more than your words." But Dooku was not irked, instead laughing softly.
"Then avenge yourself of my crime, and strike me down, Master Windu... IF you can." And he flourished with his blade, saluting before falling into a casual Makashi stance. Windu wasted no time with words, he came forward in a blur, lightsaber flashing at Dooku's chest.
But the block was already in place, and Dooku, with a roll of his wrist, swatted the blade down and pushed forward with a trust, causing Windu to hop back. The Count chuckled, obviously pleased with the simple but effective manuever.
"I have defeatd you once, Master Windu. Let's see if you have come far enough to even attempt to defeat me now."
(More on this later... almost at the character limit for the post...)
I've got a story for you Janus. Ahem.
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and they’re all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens ev’ry day
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I’ll fade away and not have to face the facts
It’s not easy facin’ up when your whole world is black
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the settin’ sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin’ comes
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
Hmm, hmm, hmm,...
I wanna see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
THE END