PT Sith versus PT Jedi

Star Wars: Revenge of The Sith
Darth Sidious vs. Master Yoda duel
“The Battle of Light and Dark”
By: Darth Somebody

“It is done my master.” Anakin Skywalker’s baritone voice intoned from the blue hologram. A smile etched itself along the hideous features of Darth Sidious – the newly declared Emperor of the galaxy. Situated in a large throne, Sidious gazed out from beneath the depths of his dark cowl.
“Excellent, Lord Vader. You have brought peace and justice to the galaxy…” Palpatine’s smile grew wider, his nostrils flaring in delight. Across the void of space, Skywalker’s head rose up slightly, and Palpatine could feel the pride swell inside his apprentice’s form.
“Thank you, my mast—,”
The hologram winked and became distorted. Palpatine’s smile shrank considerably. He leaned forward slightly. The hologram fizzed and crackled, the blue pixels reconfiguring and distorting rapidly.
“Lord Vader…?”
The hologram fizzed some more. “Mas – I – something – can you hea –,”
The hologram shrank away, and Darth Vader vanished, the miniature pixels melting into nothingness. Palpatine’s brow wrinkled in confusion. Coruscant possessed one of the most secure channels for hologram-to-hologram transmissions. Meteor storms and even wars couldn’t disrupt the communications channel. Unless –
Raaaaargggghh.
Palpatine hood shot up directly, his yellow eyes glaring out in front of him. Two of his elite Crimson Guard stood motionless, on either side of the long corridor leading to the exit. Palpatine looked to his left, and saw two more Guardsmen stand motionless, holding their force pikes at their sides. A slight movement out of his periphery made Palpatine look once more directly in front of him.
Using the Force to enhance his sight, Palpatine’s yellow eyes flashed menacingly towards the door. Nodding slightly, he recollected what he saw. The door had moved. It was impossible, of course. The entrance to his Imperial office was made out of solid duranium, six inches thick.
Old he may have been, but Palpatine’s mind was in excellent condition. He couldn’t dismiss his conclusion. The door had – somehow – moved. Palpatine’s nose wrinkled. Who would dare intrude upon my inner sanctum?
Palpatine flicked his wrist. The movement was caught by the silent, motionless Crimson Guard. It was the signal to engage in open combat position. Instantly, all four force pikes snapped up at attention. The four guardsmen moved into position, two of them flanking either side of the corridor.
Raaaaargggghh.
A second groan echoed off the walls. Palpatine stood up slowly, his pale alabaster hands curling into fists. A movement caught his attention. The door – some twenty-five feet away – was trembling.
“Kill what ever lays beyond that door,” Palpatine’s basso tones ordered. The guardsmen gave no acknowledgement of the command. But Palpatine knew they had heard it. They always heard.
The duranium door was trembling, as Palpatine noted. Suddenly, an entire six-inch corner of the door bent forward sharply, ripping out of the doorway. The thick metal crunched under the fist of some invisible force. Palpatine’s eyes widened. He moved out from behind his desk, and stood in front of it, directly opposite of the long corridor leading to the entrance.
A second corner ripped free, the topmost part of the door folding down and in half. Then the third. Then the fourth. The entire door floated in mid air, crunched and crumpled like a mere wad of paper. Suddenly, it shot forward at an impossible speed, careening down the corridor.
The Red Guard pressed themselves against the opposite walls with amazing reflexes. The door sped past them – directly for Palpatine. Palpatine’s eyes didn’t even widen. He made no move to step aside or jump away. Simply because he didn’t need to. Using the Force, Palpatine’s hand moved from his side instantly to stand erect out in front of him. The ruined door halted in mid air. Palpatine gestured sharply, and the crumpled duranium wad flew away, crashing against the far wall.

Who or what would dare do this?
A green flash shot forward at a speed almost as fast as the door itself. A green light appeared, a tint lighter than the flash itself. It hissed, like the ignition of a lightsaber blade. The Red Guard moved into position. Years of experience and fierce combat training came rushing toward them, in an attempt to prepare them for what was to come. It didn’t even come close.
The green flash darted between the legs of the first guard, and amputated his crimson legs with a smaller flash of green light. The guard fell down, not screaming. It was beyond pain. A second flash served to relieve the first from his helmet. Along with the head inside.
The second and third guard raised their force pikes, preparing to stab the green flash and impale him on the reinforced steel rapiers. They, like their fallen compatriot, didn’t stand a chance. The green flash moved too quickly. The stabs went wide, overhead. The guard engaged in a few thrusts. The flashed parried them all, whirling around and away. The green flash jumped up – stabbing the second guard with what appeared to be a green lightsaber – and whirled around to behead his third attacker.
The flash dropped to the floor, and stood still. A brown robe – smaller than the smallest child – was draped over it. A large football sized cranium rested along its green neck. Its large ears perked up suddenly. As Palpatine watched, the green flash destroyed his fourth and final Red Guard, splitting the sentry in two, via a downward slash from mid-air. Either pieces of the former guard split apart and fell to the floor with a wet smack.
Standing in the middle of a ring of dismembered Red Guard, was the green flash. The Senior Jedi Master known as Yoda.
Yoda, Sidious mused. He survived.
As if by reading his enemy’s mind, Yoda’s ancient green lips parted in a response.
“Thought me dead, did you?”
It took a moment for Palpatine to recover from the initial shock of how easily Yoda had disposed of his Guard. His elite guard.
“Yes…yes I did. And now I realize that I shouldn’t have.” Palpatine murmured, waving a hand at the lifeless crimson-clad corpses.
“A mistake you have made,” Yoda agreed, his lightsaber de-activating and resting in his tiny right hand. “One of many, dear Emperor.”
“An interesting accusation coming from you, Master Yoda.” Palpatine sneered. “Had you not made so many mistakes of your own, perhaps you wouldn’t be the last of your kind. The Jedi are dead. The Sith have won. This galaxy is mine.”
“Is it now?” Yoda asked quietly. The Sith Lord’s words had hit home. Deep within his heart, Yoda knew that he should’ve seen Palpatine for what he was. But he – like everyone else – was a mere pawn in a greater scheme. Palpatine’s scheme. The revolution – the revenge – of the Sith.
“Indeed it is, Master Yoda…”
Master Yoda glanced down at the dismembered Red Guard. For a brief moment, he regretted that the events turned out like this. So many lives destroyed because of one man. Yoda vowed silently that no more would perish because of Palpatine. Raising his aged head slowly, Yoda swore he would end the scourge of the Sith. No more would they terrorize the galaxy.
“Then come, I have, to take it back.”

Palpatine stood silently. Yoda’s statement surprised him, yet he should have expected as much. The Jedi did seem so self-righteous. Yoda’s blatant arrogance surprised him as well. Palpatine recalled how close he had come to dying during his battle against Mace Windu, hours before. He vowed that he would not make the same mistake again. His overconfidence would be left in check.
“We’ll see, Master Yoda. We’ll see…”
Palpatine’s hands shot up with impossible speed – as Yoda’s eyes widened. The Sith Lord’s fingers twitched as blue-white bolts of Force-powered electricity emerged from their tips. The lightning crackled towards Yoda. The diminutive Jedi Master raised a hand – as if in some futile attempt at a defense. The lightning hit home, however. The bolts slammed into Yoda, instantly smoldering the front of his cloak. The energy pushed Yoda off his tiny feet – ramming him into the far wall.
Yoda’s lightsaber fell from his grip and crashed along the floor, rolling across the polished floor to rest at the hem of Palpatine’s cloak.
Palpatine’s disfigured face contorted. His lips peeled back, revealing his damaged and decayed teeth. A wheezing sound escaped his trachea, and a full-blown cackle filled the air. As if in some way, the Dark Side itself was laughing, finally over its years of hidden victory.

More to come. 🙂

Good to hear it.

A groan escaped Yoda’s green cracked lips. Palpatine didn’t hear it. His eyes were closed, and a harsh stream of cackles rang throughout the cavernous office. One of Yoda’s large eyes opened slowly. He peered at the hooded Sith Lord, and the lightsaber at his feet. Yoda closed his eye and pushed himself up off the ground, the effort evident. But the Force was with him – and as powerful as Palpatine was – it would take more than a single blast of Force lightning to fell Yoda for good.
Yoda’s tiny fingers curled, as if they gripped Palpatine’s throat. An invisible wave of the Force began to form between these curled fingers, and Yoda’s hand moved under the power of it. Using his free hand, he planted it on the smooth wall, and pushed himself up into a standing position. Slight smoke rolled off his cloak. A frown turned Yoda’s face from pain to determination.
Palpatine’s cackles stopped suddenly. He felt Yoda rise. He looked once – and before he could muster any hope of deflecting it – an invisible wave slammed into him like a battering ram. The force of the blow took a full second to reach the desired effect. But suddenly, Palpatine flipped into the air, head over heels, crashing over his desk and slamming into the ground.
The floor was hard, but the Force cushioned him enough. The blow was a surprise. Palpatine cursed his arrogance for letting it once more get the better of him. Groaning, Palpatine grabbed the edge of his unmoved desk and hoisted himself to his feet, slowly. His back suddenly ached. Concentrating, the Dark Side began to repel the ache from his old spine, forcing it away.
Yoda stood motionless, his eyes full of determination. Suddenly, Palpatine’s gaze moved from his opponent – to Yoda’s fallen lightsaber – which lay in the middle of the office. Palpatine and Yoda glanced at one another. Then, they both moved as a single being – using the Force to boost their speed. Both paragons of the Force lunged for the fallen weapon.
Yoda, being smaller, got to the saber first, clutching it firmly in his green hands. His thumb had almost jabbed into the ignition button, before a black mass slammed into him and knocked him down, the blade flying from his hands. Palpatine cackled, reaching for the saber. Yoda’s hand moved quicker, and using the Force – he flung the weapon from Palpatine – and it screamed harshly toward the wall, smashing into it, and breaking in two.
Palpatine growled in frustration and turned to face his enemy.
“Very well then Master Yoda. This is going to come down to a contest of the Force. One that I shall win!”
The lightning once more flew from Palpatine’s hands. Yoda was prepared, this time. Bending his short elbows, he caught the lightning and shoved it back. Palpatine’s hands curled outwards – and it caught the lightning – before crushing it in his fists.
Palpatine roared – and with a sharp gesture – ripped his desk from the emplacement in the floor and hurled it at Yoda. Yoda flipped away, before the desk crushed the ground where he once stood, cracking the floor.
“Hit me, will you, Emperor? Or need to improve your aim, do you? Yoda goaded. Palpatine’s mouth twitched. He’d had enough. Time to annihilate this little green cretin, once and for all. Palpatine used the Force and sped around the circumference of the room. He lined himself up with Yoda – who stood in the middle of the room. Growling, Palpatine shoved his hand forward. A Force blast ripped Yoda from his stance in the dais of the room – and shot him down the corridor in which he entered.

Palpatine moved out the corridor. Before him lay the vast expanse of the Senate Arena. The thousands of pods littered the orb-like chamber. Palpatine’s hooded face scanned the room. He didn’t see Yoda anywhere.
How could the little freak move so…
Palpatine never had time to finish the thought. A powerful push impacted him from behind, throwing him forward. The blast carried Palpatine out and over the Senate chamber. The tyrant fell, before slamming harshly into a pod laying fifteen feet below from his former position. Under normal circumstances, a man of Palpatine’s age would have probably died from the fall. But imbued with the Force, it hurt – but was far from enough to kill the Sith Lord.
Palpatine climbed to his feet, and gazed upward. Yoda stood where he once did, gazing down on his enemy. Palpatine bent his knees and shot forward into the air, climbing it vertically. Yoda moved as Palpatine’s leg shot out to kick him. Yoda evaded the blow, and flipped into a fighting stance in front of Palpatine.
The Sith Lord clawed at the air, and Yoda’s cloak suddenly ripped and tattered. Brown nanosilk fell to the floor of the arena, and Yoda fell back. Palpatine made an uppercut motion – and Yoda’s head shot up – a dab of green blood flying from his mouth.
Yoda whirled into a wall, and touched his busted lip with the back of his hand.
“Learned some tricks, you have.”
“Yes, and I have waited a long time to use them…”
Yoda looked at the back of his hand and at the globule of blood, before shooting his eyes back to Palpatine.
“So happens, it does, that I too know these tricks!”
Yoda shot from the wall into the air, performing a drop kick. The blow was far from Palpatine. His foot never touched the Sith Lord. But the Force did. The equivalent to a Force kick slammed into Palpatine’s chest, knocking him down. He sprawled on the floor, the wind knocked from him.
Yoda wasted no time. He pushed outward – and Palpatine’s coughing form was once more jettisoned into the air. He flipped over the precipice of the sixth Senate level, and disappeared from sight.
Yoda breathed heavily, and planted a hand against the wall. Now, the Jedi Master thought. It is over.
Yoda breathed deeply, and began to move from the door when a foreign voice intoned in his mind.
Or is it?
Yoda froze and whirled around. Palpatine floated at eye level with him – his feet standing firmly on one of the Senate pods. Yoda glanced in the air above Palpatine, on either side. Two Senate pods were suspended in the air above the Sith Lord.

Cackling madly, Palpatine’s arm shot outward. As if following, the pod above him ripped from the air and sped towards Yoda, spinning like a Frisbee. Yoda dove to the floor as the pod sped over his head, a centimeter from his skull. The pod plowed through the wall and disappeared.
Yoda picked himself up and jumped into the air. But Palpatine’s aim was true the second time. The second pod slammed into Yoda, and sent the Jedi Master flying through the air. Yoda flipped head over heels before gravity took control, and the Master fell. Yoda landed hard on the edge of a pod several stories below, before slipping and falling once more – landing in the middle of another.
Blood splattered from Yoda’s lips as he coughed it up. He looked up as Palpatine lowered his own pod towards Yoda, cackling madly. Yoda pushed himself up. The Force had to be with him. It was time for this battle to end. Roaring in a voice too large for one his side – echoed possibly by the Force itself – Yoda leapt up to Palpatine’s lowering pod.
The Sith Lord’s cackles stopped as Yoda tackled him. With an oof!, Yoda’s tackle drove them both over the side. Falling down, ten feet at a time, Yoda and Palpatine exchanged Force-punches and kicks during their dive. Yoda hammered his Sith opponent with a quick succession of Force punches. The final blow sent a Force shockwave powerful enough to split Palpatine’s brow, and dark blood leaked from the wound. Palpatine hissed in pain.
They were nearing the floor. Palpatine grasped Yoda’s arms with inhuman strength, and whirled around in a reversal of positions. Using the Force, Palpatine halted in mid – air, suspended. Yoda did the same, stopping fifty feet from the floor. The Sith Lord’s fist curled – and he summoned all the immediate power he could. Gritting his teeth, Palpatine’s fist shot downward. The air in front of Yoda rippled before the Jedi felt a seismic wave impact him. The energy was powerful enough to rip him from the air like a puppet ripped from its strings. Yoda fell the remaining way and crashed into the ground, the stone splitting beneath him.
Palpatine laughed. He dropped from the air and landed securely in yet another pod and looked down at the fallen Jedi Master. Yoda lay face-up, blood dripping from his mouth and forehead. His eyes were open – but barely. His eyes were glazed over.
He’s dead…Palpatine mused, staring down at the tiny body of his fearsome foe.

Palpatine keyed the controls of his pod. It detached from the mooring, and began to descend to the very floor of the chamber. During his descent, Palpatine touched his bleeding brow. He hissed in pain. Removing his fingers, he found them coated in a secretion of obsidian. His blood. No longer was it crimson. It was black.
The Dark Side, Palpatine admitted, consumes all.
Palpatine’s bruised form began to fill back with the fatigue. Not only did Yoda inflict his fair share of devastating bruises and blows – Palpatine wondered mysteriously how he and Yoda amassed enough power to withstand it. The Sith Lord knew that when this was over – and Yoda’s body was cremated multiple times (for precautions) – he would most likely be in a medical capsule for days to recover.

The light was blinding.
Yoda felt himself in an empty space. Full of light. Ethereal light. Nothing like the void of Palpatine’s office – or what the Senate chamber had become. It felt…warm. Cozy. Like the Jedi Temple. Only…stronger.
Yoda felt control of his nerves return. He flexed his weary digits and curled them into fists. Yoda sat up and looked at his legs and stomach. He looked like he had just got in a fight with a krayt dragon.
“Hmm…dead, I am not.” Yoda observed.
“That’s right.” A familiar voice responded. Yoda’s ears perked, and he stood up. Brushing himself off, he turned around behind him.
There, bathed in the ethereal light that bathed the room, stood the specter of Qui-Gon Jinn. Qui-Gon looked the same as he did before his fateful battle with the Sith Lord known as Darth Maul. Dressed in brown Jedi Knight robes, standing tall and strong. He smiled down at Yoda.
“What say you, Qui-Gon?” Yoda asked, having been in contact with Qui-Gon since his death. He no longer felt uncomfortable.
“It’s not your time to die, Master.”

“No, Master. You’re not.” Qui-Gon instructed him, developing a soft tone. “It is by the will of the Force that you live. It’s not yet your time.”
“But Sidious –” Yoda began.
“Sidious fooled us all. Had any of us been aware of his identity – had our vision not have been clouded – this wouldn’t have happened. It is through him that the Sith has its revenge.”
“Indeed…” Yoda replied softly. Qui-Gon smiled once more at his former master, before kneeling down in front of him.
“You can’t win this battle, Master. Not today. Palpa – Sidious – has won today. In the end, the victory will go to him. Which is why the Force has interfered.”
“Explain, you should.”
“Master Yoda, the Sith are the imbalance of the Force. Sidious and all he stands for represents a lack of balance. Right now, the Dark Side of the Force is the dominant one. Which is why you cannot win. Not this battle. Sidious has the advantage. And if you stay to fight, he will kill you.”
“My time yet it is not, you said.” Yoda peered at Qui-Gon, who sighed.
“No. It’s not. But the Force will continue to move on – even if you do die prematurely. Sidious and his empire will be defeated eventually. But not today. Not by your hand.”
“Slay him, I can.”
“Perhaps on neutral ground. But you’re not there. This is the Dark Side supremecy. If you stay and fight Master, you will die. And then, all the hopes for the Jedi will be lost forever. And Sidious will have won.”
Yoda stared down at his feet. Slowly, he nodded his head and gazed once more proudly at his former apprentice.
“Right you are, Qui-Gon. Even in death, a wise Jedi, you remain.”
“I’ve had excellent mentors.” Qui-Gon noted, laughing slightly. Yoda laughed as well. But all thoughts of joy faded as Qui-Gon stood up once more and towered over his former master.
“The Force will give you the power you need, this time. You will have enough to see your survival. But as soon as you leave this building – it will wear off. If Palpatine pursues you, you will die.”
“Understand I do.” Yoda nodded.
“That’s good, Master,” Qui-Gon agreed.
“May the Force be with you, my old Padawan.”
“No. May the Force be with you, Master Yoda,” Qui-Gon replied.
Yoda felt himself being ripped away from his dead apprentice. The light vanished and the room filled with twisted metal and broken pods.
Lying in a pool of his own green blood, Jedi Master Yoda’s eyes snapped open – and he felt the rush of the light side flow through his battered body once more.
Yoda wasn’t done yet.

Palpatine’s eyes widened as he saw Yoda’s open.
The blazes? How is he still alive?
Yoda stirred, and his eyes rolled around – surveying the environment. Palpatine stood, rigid with fear. Palpatine had battered Yoda beyond imagination – and the Jedi refused to die!
The fear that coursed through Palpatine’s veins quickly reverted to anger. The pain that began to flow into his system was pushed back once more, as Palpatine’s negative emotions replenished the reservoir of Dark Side energy inside his vicious soul. He grit his decayed teeth as Yoda’s eyes locked with his.
The Jedi Master frowned and moved to his feet, rising slowly. Yoda’s hands raised and extended on either side of him, sharply. Suddenly, an aura of bright light whisked itself around the diminutive Jedi – illuminating him. Palpatine’s eyes widened slightly, before the pupils reverted back to normal. Palpatine stepped out from the pod and stared at his nemesis.
“You refuse to die.”
Yoda’s lips opened – but it was not his voice that responded. As if a hundred voices of the fallen Jedi were imbued within him, an ethereal tone boomed from Yoda’s broken lips.
“It is not yet my time.”
Palpatine trembled with rage and anger as the voices boomed throughout the chamber. His fists curled and his pupils transformed into a dark black. Dark energy seemed to ripple from Palpatine’s body, as Yoda’s emanated light. A hundred growls from long-dead Sith Lords boomed from Palpatine’s body, their chosen avatar.
“Fool! You shall meet your fate at the hands of the Sith!”
Palpatine and Yoda – each imbued with the power of their respective orders – moved as a single being. Their hands lashed outwards simultaneously, and the air rippled harshly from their hands. Waves upon waves upon waves of Force energy tore from the Sith Lord and the Jedi Master, before colliding with one another in mid-air, pushing against the other, fighting for supremacy.

Yoda bent his elbows slightly and pushed back – and Palpatine did the same. The waves increased in energy.
Between the Sith Lord and the Jedi Master – the twisted scraps of metal and duranium shriveled up and crunched into tiny pieces. The ground splintered harshly and groaned. Yet Palpatine and Yoda remained stationary and unaffected. Palpatine’s floating pod suddenly groaned and trembled. A second later, it smashed into the far wall, as if magnetized to the wall.
“You shall die!” Palpatine hissed
“Not yet.” Yoda retorted.
The waves of negative and positive Force energy continued to collide. Suddenly, sparks began to crackle in the middle of Palpatine and Yoda. The air was electrified under the immense power that both Force-users were wielding. White-hot lightning flashed between them. The air seemed to become dense and solid – as a small orb appeared in the very middle between the Force waves.
The orb grew in a measured pace. In the span of seconds it went from the size of a marble – to the size of a Senate pod itself. Inside it, blue light glared outward. Both Yoda and Palpatine stared at the orb, their Force-output beginning to falter as their concentration faded.
The orb crackled and fizzed – hissing like a snake. Then, as if it no longer mattered, the Jedi Master and Sith Lord dropped their hands – mesmerized by the blue orb.
Without the power to feed it, the orb exploded instantly.
The energy spread out in a radius. The thousands of Senate pods were instantly tossed into the air, and sent flying backwards. The nearest ones in the first dozen rows shattered under the power. The rest were sent crashing through the walls and levels. The Chancellor’s podium disintegrated instantly, becoming microscopic duranium shrapnel – which blew away.
The last to be effected were Palpatine and Yoda. The shockwave flew back – and then imploded upon itself – becoming an orb once more before vanishing. Half a second later, Yoda and Palpatine vanished in a flash of light as a column of invisible energy ripped a large gash in the roof of the Senate chamber.
Shrapnel rained down from above as the Force wave destroyed itself.

When Palpatine awoke, he found himself half-buried under a mass of broken Senate pods. Mas Amedda was barking an order to “Remove the Emperor immediately!”
Armed clonetroopers lifted the wreckage out from over his battered body. Palpatine felt disoriented and confused. He felt a cold liquid slide down the side of his face. The Emperor lifted a tentative hand to his face and touched it. Looking at his fingers, he saw black blood between his fingers.
“Your Majesty!” Amedda whispered, gazing at the Emperor’s blood. “You’re hu –”
“I’m fine.” Palpatine said instantly, still staring at his blood. It was a reflex, of course. Palpatine felt as if he had aged twenty years. His arm and hand were mottled with bruises. He looked at his other hand. They were flecked with purple marks.
Amedda watched in shock as his cloaked master rose to his feet, slowly, hissing in pain.
“Where is he…” Palpatine growled, his pain evident.
“Wh-where is w-w-ho…my lord?”
“Yoda!” Palpatine roared. “Where is Yoda!”
“He’s n-n-not h-here my l-l-l-lord…”
Palpatine’s yellow eyes flashed at Amedda. “What do you mean…”
Mas Amedda pointed silently past his master, above his right shoulder. Palpatine narrowed his eyes and turned.
There, on the floor, was a trail of green blood. The Senate chamber was wrecked, and the trail began from a mass of wreckage similar to the one he had been lying in. Palpatine looked. The trail of blood ended in a mass of shadows which he knew to be the secret escape exit – used by the Chancellor in case of an assault on the Senate chamber.
Palpatine hissed.
“He’s still alive…”
“Y-y-yes my lord.”
“Find him. Do whatever it takes. Find him and kill him.”
“Y-y-yes my l-lord…”
Palpatine waved the terrified Mas Amedda away. The effort hurt him, his bruised arm aching. Though every step made him nearly hiss in agony, Palpatine walked forward. He was determined to make it. The Dark side would ensure his survival. The Empire – and even Yoda – could wait.
Besides. That medical capsule was looking awfully comfortable right about now.

Finished!

Tell me what you think. It doesn't apply to this duel at all, but I couldn't think of anywhere else to put it.

Originally posted by Darth Somebody
Finished!

Tell me what you think. It doesn't apply to this duel at all, but I couldn't think of anywhere else to put it.

Excellent writing!

Thanks.

This would be something - more or less - what would occur if I had directed that duel. It would obviously not be as detailed, but I wanted to make Sidious and Yoda stand apart from the other Force-users in the movies. They were the best of their particular side, and I wanted them shown as such.

Hence the Force-shockwave that demolished the Senate chamber. Then the added Force punches and kicks. Like making a punching motion at someone who is standing ten or more feet away - and the desired effect still occur - albeit a bit harder.

Also, they exchanged assaults. Every time Sidious landed one, Yoda did too. But I wanted emphasis that since it was the Revenge of the Sith, Yoda couldn't have won that day.

Ahh well Lucas screwed up with the Yoda vs Sids battle I think.

I agree. It should've been a battle of the Force -- plain and simple. No sabers.

Poor thread. It died. 🙁

Well, they all do. I haven't read your story yet... Haven't had the patience. Probably get to it tomorrow.

It's just about how the duel in the Senate chamber should of occured if a competent director was actually doing the directing. Lucas is a genius. I mean that as he's a good storyteller. I dunno how I want to explain it. When it comes to IDEAS - Lucas has no equal. When it comes to the actual implementation of the aforementioned ideas, he needs to let someone else do it.