Nah I doubt it. Against Yoda alone would be a good fight for DE Sidious, because remember that there is not much to substantiate a huge gain in power between ROTS and DE other than a younger body. Then add Mace who is close to Yoda and arguably defeated Sidious already in ROTS. Then add two other competent swordsman and thats alot of blades trying to take off Palpys head. He wouldnt likely have time to summon a force storm, and force lightning only works against a single opponent because it requires free use of your hands which would lead himself open against his other attackers. It would just come down to lightsaber combat and I doubt Palpy could win against all four that way.
Originally posted by DarkSerpent
Possibly force storm of Kotor to attack all at onceoh wait your gonna come up with some lame ass argument as to why it isn't a canon attack
Force storm in kotor is just a higher level force lightning attack. It isnt the same as Palpys force storms. Sidious might be able to attack them all at once with lightning, though I dont believe hes shown this before, and if one of them broke out of it like Yoda was able to than he would be wide open to get himself killed. That isnt to far fetched either because if he was firing lightning at multiple opponents than it would be necessary to divide his power.
Originally posted by DarkSerpent
as far as sabers go sids is just to quick if he takes windu out quickly enough then the rest fall
Nope against four blades Sidious would have to take a more defensive stance. If he goes all out against Mace to try to kill him, somone will no doubt gank him from behind.
Originally posted by Great VengeanceGank?!
Nope against four blades Sidious would have to take a more defensive stance. If he goes all out against Mace to try to kill him, somone will no doubt gank him from behind.
oh and i think he is considerbly more powerful by DE... so lightning is Much more effective...
i like the three dots
Originally posted by DarkSerpent
Gank?!oh and i think he is considerbly more powerful by DE... so lightning is Much more effective...
i like the three dots
Lets say for the sake of argument that DE Sidious is four times as powerful as ROTS Sidious(this is far from true, I doubt that DE Sidious even increased his power twofold). Sidous would still have to divide his power four way against four opponents, so Yoda would likely break out of it just like he did in ROTS, and probably Mace also since he would still have his lightsaber. Then Sidious must inevitably engage them in lightsaber combat or else he dies, which frees up Anakin and Obi wan to come help.
Originally posted by Great VengeanceNo he Pulls a WTFPWN(like he did on the
Lets say for the sake of argument that DE Sidious is four times as powerful as ROTS Sidious(this is far from true, I doubt that DE Sidious even increased his power twofold). Sidous would still have to divide his power four way against four opponents, so Yoda would likely break out of it just like he did in ROTS, and probably Mace also since he would still have his lightsaber. Then Sidious must inevitably engage them in lightsaber combat or else he dies, which frees up Anakin and Obi wan to come help.
then its Mace vs yoda... lets argue this
Originally posted by DarkSerpent
No he Pulls a WTFPWN(like he did on the
b-team ) on ob1 and dispatch Anakin with the similar to what dooku didthen its Mace vs yoda... lets argue this
Those Jedi who went to arrest him in ROTS were weak. And Anakin was MUCH weaker in AOTC when Dooku beat him. Anakin 'the chosen one' and Obi Wan in ROTS are alot more powerful and competent, I find it hard to believe DE Sidious would dispatch them like nothing. Remember that DE Luke fought Sidious to a standstill in lightsaber combat by himself, and DE Luke isnt nearly as powerful as he is later on in the EU. So its not like DE Sidious is the godlike opponent some people make him out to be, he cant defeat any opponent at will.
Originally posted by Great Vengeance
Those Jedi who went to arrest him in ROTS were weak. And Anakin was MUCH weaker in AOTC when Dooku beat him. Anakin 'the chosen one' and Obi Wan in ROTS are alot more powerful and competent, I find it hard to believe DE Sidious would dispatch them like nothing. Remember that DE Luke fought Sidious to a standstill in lightsaber combat by himself, and DE Luke isnt nearly as powerful as he is later on in the EU. So its not like DE Sidious is the godlike opponent some people make him out to be, he cant defeat any opponent at will.
LUKE DE <<<<<<<<<<<<Obiwan+Anakin
Anakin never reached his potential so the chosen one was an unfulfilled prophecy
And...From Test of Wills by PubliusLeia Organa Solo and her unborn son were the sole witnesses to the greatest battle in history.
She saw only a whirlwind as they swept through the room, their path tearing from one end of the room to the other, across the bulkheads, around the deck and through the air. They whirled and cut and parried and counterattacked faster than the eye could see, transforming them into a blur of sound and fury, their brilliant weapons angry flickers of light in the destroyed throne room. She caught the barest of glimpses of their struggle, heard the merest of whispers of the words they exchanged – words meant for the ears of Masters alone.
Though many thought her powerful – and indeed she was – she was a mere neophyte compared to these two mighty titans; she had once read that on many worlds the Jedi and the Sith were revered as gods. She knew now why this was so; she saw the awesome and terrible power that they could wield. For all her own potential in the Unifying Force – the Living Force – the Universal Force – for all her own potential, there was little more she could do than take refuge beneath the Galactic Emperor's overturned throne.
While around her, the test of wills raged.
Flash! as they turned in air, Flash! went their 'sabers there. Never before and never again in all of history had there been or would there be a battle such as this. Even now – as they flashed and turned and struck and clashed – echoes of their struggle could be felt all throughout the universe. They were as opposing divinities, as different as night and day.
There was Palpatine the Undying, the great Galactic Emperor, the manifestation of the dark side of the Force, in all his abysmal glory, all his great and terrible majesty. He was a void of hunger and narcissism, a voracious abyss that would never be satisfied until he had consumed all things and plunged the universe into eternal darkness. He had embraced the dark side even before he was born, he basked in its cold abyss. The peoples of the galaxy had become complacent in the light of the Jedi's vigil, and he had plunged them into darkness.
He had spent decades devoted to meditation and study, immersing himself in the secrets and lore of a thousand worlds and a thousand cults, secluded in his monasteries and libraries. He had made pilgrimages to Korriban, to Dromund Kaas, the Ziost, to Had Abbadon, to Arkania, to Apollyon, to Cos. He had mastered the great power in all its guises – the Force, the sublime Eternity, the All, the Great Unity, the Tyia, the Quwa Akhrín, the White Current – and in all its traditions – the Sith Lords, the Jedi Knights, the Krath Society, the Nightsisters of Dathomir, the Heresiarch Congregation, the Shamans of the Jarvashqiine, the Intisharim. He had learned the esoteric martial arts of Teräs Käsi and Yad Hadíd; he had mastered the forms and styles of the lightsaber. He knew the secrets of Quey'tek and the Doppelgänger, Malacia and Mortichro, Mechu Duru and Lilakhrin, and countless more. He was deeply immersed in the thousands of years of traditions from thousands of cults and sects. He was a specter of the past – a phantom menace – the revenge of the Sith.
There was Luke Skywalker, the simple farmboy from a backwater desert world, the guardian of the light side of the Force, with all his awe-inspiring power at its fullest. He was a beacon of honesty and generosity, willing to lay down his own life to save those of his friends. He had come from a planet with two suns into a galaxy lost in darkness, bringing with him a new hope for freedom. He had destroyed the Death Star and saved the brave Rebellion against the tyrannical rule of the evil Empire; he had redeemed the soul of a mighty Dark Lord of the Sith and shattered the Emperor's iron grip on the galaxy. The peoples the galaxy had been drowning in the eternal darkness of the Sith's reign, and he had brought them light.
He had only learned of the Force as a young man; his formal training had been cut short by the deaths of both his Masters. He had found few scraps of the lost traditions of the Jedi Knights; he had searched in vain for the knowledge of that noble order whose light the Dark Lord of the Sith had tried to extinguish. He had found little in the empty halls of the Jedi Temple and the wreck of the Chu'unthor, never even been to the few abandoned praxeums and libraries that still remained. He had not been instructed in the philosophies of the Jedi scribes, nor did he know their formalized techniques and disciplines and rubrics; he wielded his power in an unconscious and completely instinctive way. He did not speak High Galactic, had not been trained in the ways of the Jedi Knight's blade; he knew none of the forms, only using the Force to guide his hand. He did not know the histories and traditions of the cults of the Force that the Sith Lords and their Empire had eradicated. He had few ties to the history of the Jedi and their Order, fewer still to the countless other traditions and cults and sects. He was a vision of the future – a new hope – the return of the Jedi.
The one could never tolerate the existence of the other.
The Emperor had sought to convert the humble farmboy, to turn him to the dark side of the Force; not even his rejection of the dark side could turn the Sith Lord's thoughts away from him. The Sith Lord could not abide the Jedi Knight, could not simply destroy him. He needed to turn him, to destroy his will, to dominate his very soul. He needed to break him, to tear him apart and remake him in his own image. For his great weakness was his narcissism, his malignant and twisted self-love. To be rejected, to be challenged, to be defeated was unthinkable.
The humble farmboy had sought to defeat the darkness within his father, and within the malevolent Emperor who had seduced him and destroyed the goodness in him, the Emperor who was full of lies and was the father of lies. He had chosen to die rather than to become like him; yet he knew that he alone could ever hope to challenge the great and terrible Dark Lord of the Sith. He had risked everything to learn the secrets of the Sith, to gain from his enemy the strength he needed to destroy him forever. To stand by, to look on, to allow his existence was intolerable.
And so there they were, Palpatine the Undying and Luke Skywalker, the twin and opposing demigods. The swirl of their light and darkness was terrifying, a river of power that threatened to sweep away all around it. Luke's vast courage could never hope to overcome the Emperor's vast power; yet the Emperor's egotistical self-love could never hope to match Luke's altruistic self-sacrifice. They battled with more than just their lightsabers; they battled with their whole selves, mind, body, and soul. It was a battle between the Sith Lord who ruled and the Jedi Knight who served; the narcissist who exploited and abused and the philanthropist who defended and comforted; the darkness that chilled and the light that warmed; the abyss that consumed and the love that begot. It was a battle between the darkest evil and the purest good.
Waves of power and emotion poured off of the peerless antagonists, sending shudders through the vast warship from stem to stern. The overwhelming atmosphere of the battle struck the crew almost instantly; some collapsed at their battle stations, insensate and traumatized, while others fell dead where they stood. All throughout the galaxy those who were sensitive to the Force could feel the violence of the clash of titans, could feel the intensity of the test of wills.
And none felt it more deeply than did Leia Organa Solo and her unborn son. They were immersed within the sound and the fury; there, in that room, they peered into the depths of the souls of both the Dark Lord of the Sith and the Grand Master of the Jedi. And as they battled, Luke Skywalker knew that should he fail, both his sister and her child would be left defenseless and in the clutches of Palpatine the Undying.
Can there be any wonder that the humble farmboy defeated the mighty Galactic Emperor?
"Palpatine of Naboo," the poetess Hari Seldona once wrote, "is an interesting man. Never before in galactic history has such evil been hidden beneath a mask of such beauty."
Certainly she was not referring to his face; even before his disfigurement under what were best described as murky circumstances, Dr. Augustus Nero Palpatine had not been known for his dashing good looks.
Rather Seldona's mask referred to the idyllic world of his birth, Naboo, and to the undeniable brilliance of his mind. A prodigy even by the standards of a world whose aristocracy routinely used accelerated learning to create generations of preadolescents with university-level educations, the Incorruptible – that was what they called him on Naboo, ironically enough – had completed his first dissertation by the time of his tenth birthday, obtaining the first of many doctorates of philosophy, this one from the University of Aldera's Department of History and Moral Philosophy. In subsequent years he would add doctorates in economics, political science, military history, linguistics, hyperphysics, psychology, and psychohistory.
During the years in which he had served as Supreme Chancellor, it had been a popular joke to refer to the Office of the Supreme Chancellor as 'the Ivory Tower,' as it was Palpatine's academic credentials that were his best known feature. Seldona was neither the first nor the last to describe Palpatine as "a beautiful mind."
What many failed to realize was that for all his brilliance, Palpatine was no ordinary man. He was a man of genius, it was true, but that genius was thrawn. Like a diamond, his intellect sparkled, but it was also cold and hard. Palpatine's brilliance was the product of abomination; he had come into the world with that rarest of deformities – it was a matter not spoken of outside the most intimate circles of the House of Palpatine, in fact something that nobody outside the archducal family had ever even heard of.
Augustus Nero Palpatine was pre-born.
His mother, the Archduchess of Palpatine, had been a woman of society, a woman of great learning and grace. She had also been an addict of spice, that most empyrean of all drugs. There had been complications during the pregnancy, and it was the family's shameful secret that the child Augustus Nero was . . . abnormal, in many respects. Certain abnormalities are to be expected when a fetus already has a fully-developed intellect prior to birth. He had awakened to the universe secure in the knowledge that he was all that mattered; in all the years that followed, he never saw any evidence that caused him to reconsider this conclusion.
But his exceptional intellect was not the only secret that he had hidden. Palpatine's other secret, one altogether more sinister, was that he belonged to the most exclusive, most dangerous cult in existence; though the origins of his affiliation with the Order were lost to time, Palpatine had become one of the Dark Lords of the Sith. As he displayed the brilliance of his mind under the aristocratic and academic guise of Dr. Palpatine, he gave full rein to his power-hungry narcissism under the guise of Darth Sidious. And so this prince of many faces had set out to recreate the galactic order in his own image, to create a New Order in glorification of himself. Here was Seldona's evil lurking beneath masks of beauty; to satisfy his own lusts he had created a brutal war and torn the galaxy asunder, had orchestrated atrocities and war crimes for no end other than his own pursuit of power. His malignant self-love was all the justification he'd needed to destroy the Republic and proclaim himself ruler of an Empire that would stand for ten thousand years.
And so he had ruled the galaxy with an iron fist, his grip growing ever tighter as years and even decades passed. There had been resistance, to be sure, both legal and not, in the halls of the Imperial Senate and on the battlefields of the Rebellion. But he had grown steadily more and more powerful, the point that entire worlds were smashed to smithereens for having dared to oppose him. Finally he had felt a new enemy, one that could destroy him and end his reign of darkness. The Force – that unfathomable mystery – had revealed to him the danger posed by a single soul, a boy named Luke Skwyalker, and he had created an ambush at the Sanctuary Moon of Endor, plotting to ensnare the boy in the dark side of the Force, thereby hijacking his destiny and preserving the eternal rule of night. But the plot had failed; he had been betrayed by the very Apprentice he had meant to betray, and had met his death at long last. Good had triumphed over evil.
At least, that was the theory of it.
There was a great disturbance in the Force, like a thousand voices crying out in terror.
Luke and Leia both staggered as they felt the Emperor's wrath take form, as they felt the lives of thousands of brave men and women be extinguished by the vast storm of raw energy, as they felt the rending of the very fabric of space and time itself. Luke could feel the agony in his soul, his mind's eye blinded by the fierce power the Emperor had unleashed.
"What is it?" Leia called, struggling against the pain in her own mind. "What's he doing?"
"It's a storm," Luke answered, dropping to his knees and clutching at his temples. The pain of it was overwhelming; the Force was strong in him, and here, now, in the focus of the Eclipse's infernal architecture, every sensation his clairvoyance brought him was amplified a thousandfold. "A Force storm – the Sith Lord's most terrible weapon!"
"Yes," the Emperor said, rising now to his full height, his diabolical laughter resounding in their ears. "Yes! Do you see, Skywalker, do you see at last? Do you finally comprehend my glory?"
And once more the hurricane's gale answered his summons, hurling both Luke and Leia into the far bulkhead, away from the broken throne and viewport – and this time, not even Luke could stand against him. Debris wrenched itself free from the twisted remnants of the throne room and struck him once more. "Do you see, Skywalker? Do you see?" The Emperor's face was twisted in hatred, his snakelike eyes gleaming with zealotry. "This power could have been yours! You could have served at my side! You could have been a god! And you rejected me! You rejected me! And for what? For this? For misery, and pain, and death? You pathetic fool!"
And now the storm was raging in the throne room as well, the demonic winds tearing apart whatever remained from the test of wills. The air sizzled with the Emperor's hideous lightning, snaking along the deck and bulkheads without focus. The full rage of the deathless autocrat had been unleashed, and it was a fury unlike anything the galaxy had ever seen.
"You could have been great!" He roared. "This is your prize now, Skywalker! This is your triumph! You dared think you could defeat me? Me? I who destroyed the Jedi? I who conquered death itself? You think your pathetic lightsaber could defeat me? I am a god, Skywalker, I am the dark side, I am the universe itself! You cannot defeat me! I am invincible!"
But Luke stood fast. As the wind and darkness screamed around him – as the Emperor's storm laid waste the fleet beyond – as the Emperor raged and roared and buffeted him with sound and fury – he stood fast. He called upon the light side, and it answered his call, shielding him from the Emperor's wind and lightning, deflecting his missiles, breaking his invisible walls and javelins. And even as the Emperor threw all his great darkness, Luke released all of his light – and the light burned brightly.
"Leia!" Luke called over the hurricane's roar, "Listen to me! We can stop him! I have learned his secrets – not even he can control the chaos he's unleashed! Together, we can turn back his wave of darkness!"
Brother and sister together must fight this Dark Lord
And as Luke's light burned in the midst of the Emperor's eternal darkness, he felt his sister's hand take his, felt her light join his own – her light, and a tiny spark, the light of another.
And their light mingled, merged, became as one. Their harmony was a tiny one, compared to the vastness of the god-Emperor arrayed against them. And yet it rippled, spread out, grew stronger – from a few solitary notes before, now cutting through the Emperor's cacophony of evil –
My ally is the Force, old Yoda had once told Luke. And a powerful ally it is – life creates it, makes it grow. Its energy surrounds us and binds us . . . luminous beings are we . . .
And their symphony grew stronger, summoning light from the waters of Da Soocha, from the hearts of the brave Sailors facing their doom in the void of space beyond, from the courage of those leaders who had taken up the fight against tyranny, even in the face of the unstoppable armies of Palpatine the Undying, those nameless, faceless armies who would be content to trample their boots in the face of freedom – forever.
They drew light from the stars, from the rocks, from the twisted metal of the Emperor's throne room . . . and from the wells of courage deep within themselves. Their harmony swelled now to a crescendo of light –
The Emperor blinked.
There was something wrong, something horribly wrong. He could not feel his wrath now, could not feel the awesome power pulsing through him. The darkness that was his eternal companion – the darkness that penetrated every fibre of his being – was gone. He reached for his lightning, but it did not answer. He summoned his winds, but they did not come. He snarled in impotent rage – and only then did he understand.
Only then did he see the light.
He screamed in wordless agony, a scream of horror that cut deep into the soul. The light washed over him, washing away his evil, burning away the darkness that fed him, that empowered him, that filled his being. The light enveloped him, driving away the shadows of all his lifetimes.
He was the Master of the dark side, the Lord of all it offered. War itself had become his weapon, his tool; he had defeated the Jedi because they'd failed to realize that they lost the moment they began fighting him. Their greatest warriors became his pawns, their most noble struggles fuel for his power. And as Yoda himself had fought him with all his power, he had not realized that he only fed the insatiable hunger of the dark side – the insatiable hunger of the Sith.
And yet these two – these three – had not fought him. They had not used the Force to crush him, to sweep him aside – but to heal him, to protect him. When he had plunged himself into the very depths of the dark side, they had used the light to reach down and pull him out.
They had exposed him to the light for the barest of instants.
And that was far too long for the Galactic Emperor.
The Force storm beyond had been summoned from the Emperor's soul, formed of his rage and his will and hurled upon his enemies – his implacable wrath given form. And now as the dark side fled him, his will no longer drove the raw destruction he had unleashed. His power overreached, his rage lost cohesion – and the unfathomable force he had unleashed and driven lost direction. No longer was his rage driven outward, and so the cataclysmic storm did the only thing it could –
It returned to its maker.
All the Galactic Emperor's godlike power – the incomprehensible fury of his Force storm – uncontrolled and uncontrollable, rushed back into his soul, and not even that abyss could hold it. No longer could he control the darkness. His power was too great, too massive – it filled him until he could hold no more, and even then it pressed on – his great power grew greater and greater, filling him beyond limit – until reality itself bent, and it all collapsed inward. In a moment of exquisite agony – agony beyond words, beyond description – agony that no living being had ever felt before, or ever would again – he became in fact what he had always been in spirit:
A black hole of the Force.
At that moment, all that was Palpatine the Undying – all that was Palpatine the Emperor – dissolved into nothing at all.
And with that, the mighty Emperor – the deathless Emperor – the invincible Emperor – conquered himself.
Originally posted by DarkSerpent
LUKE DE <<<<<<<<<<<<Obiwan+AnakinAnakin never reached his potential so the chosen one was an unfulfilled prophecy
And...From Test of Wills by PubliusLeia Organa Solo and her unborn son were the sole witnesses to the greatest battle in history.She saw only a whirlwind as they swept through the room, their path tearing from one end of the room to the other, across the bulkheads, around the deck and through the air. They whirled and cut and parried and counterattacked faster than the eye could see, transforming them into a blur of sound and fury, their brilliant weapons angry flickers of light in the destroyed throne room. She caught the barest of glimpses of their struggle, heard the merest of whispers of the words they exchanged – words meant for the ears of Masters alone.
Though many thought her powerful – and indeed she was – she was a mere neophyte compared to these two mighty titans; she had once read that on many worlds the Jedi and the Sith were revered as gods. She knew now why this was so; she saw the awesome and terrible power that they could wield. For all her own potential in the Unifying Force – the Living Force – the Universal Force – for all her own potential, there was little more she could do than take refuge beneath the Galactic Emperor's overturned throne.
While around her, the test of wills raged.
Flash! as they turned in air, Flash! went their 'sabers there. Never before and never again in all of history had there been or would there be a battle such as this. Even now – as they flashed and turned and struck and clashed – echoes of their struggle could be felt all throughout the universe. They were as opposing divinities, as different as night and day.
There was Palpatine the Undying, the great Galactic Emperor, the manifestation of the dark side of the Force, in all his abysmal glory, all his great and terrible majesty. He was a void of hunger and narcissism, a voracious abyss that would never be satisfied until he had consumed all things and plunged the universe into eternal darkness. He had embraced the dark side even before he was born, he basked in its cold abyss. The peoples of the galaxy had become complacent in the light of the Jedi's vigil, and he had plunged them into darkness.
He had spent decades devoted to meditation and study, immersing himself in the secrets and lore of a thousand worlds and a thousand cults, secluded in his monasteries and libraries. He had made pilgrimages to Korriban, to Dromund Kaas, the Ziost, to Had Abbadon, to Arkania, to Apollyon, to Cos. He had mastered the great power in all its guises – the Force, the sublime Eternity, the All, the Great Unity, the Tyia, the Quwa Akhrín, the White Current – and in all its traditions – the Sith Lords, the Jedi Knights, the Krath Society, the Nightsisters of Dathomir, the Heresiarch Congregation, the Shamans of the Jarvashqiine, the Intisharim. He had learned the esoteric martial arts of Teräs Käsi and Yad Hadíd; he had mastered the forms and styles of the lightsaber. He knew the secrets of Quey'tek and the Doppelgänger, Malacia and Mortichro, Mechu Duru and Lilakhrin, and countless more. He was deeply immersed in the thousands of years of traditions from thousands of cults and sects. He was a specter of the past – a phantom menace – the revenge of the Sith.
There was Luke Skywalker, the simple farmboy from a backwater desert world, the guardian of the light side of the Force, with all his awe-inspiring power at its fullest. He was a beacon of honesty and generosity, willing to lay down his own life to save those of his friends. He had come from a planet with two suns into a galaxy lost in darkness, bringing with him a new hope for freedom. He had destroyed the Death Star and saved the brave Rebellion against the tyrannical rule of the evil Empire; he had redeemed the soul of a mighty Dark Lord of the Sith and shattered the Emperor's iron grip on the galaxy. The peoples the galaxy had been drowning in the eternal darkness of the Sith's reign, and he had brought them light.
He had only learned of the Force as a young man; his formal training had been cut short by the deaths of both his Masters. He had found few scraps of the lost traditions of the Jedi Knights; he had searched in vain for the knowledge of that noble order whose light the Dark Lord of the Sith had tried to extinguish. He had found little in the empty halls of the Jedi Temple and the wreck of the Chu'unthor, never even been to the few abandoned praxeums and libraries that still remained. He had not been instructed in the philosophies of the Jedi scribes, nor did he know their formalized techniques and disciplines and rubrics; he wielded his power in an unconscious and completely instinctive way. He did not speak High Galactic, had not been trained in the ways of the Jedi Knight's blade; he knew none of the forms, only using the Force to guide his hand. He did not know the histories and traditions of the cults of the Force that the Sith Lords and their Empire had eradicated. He had few ties to the history of the Jedi and their Order, fewer still to the countless other traditions and cults and sects. He was a vision of the future – a new hope – the return of the Jedi.
The one could never tolerate the existence of the other.
The Emperor had sought to convert the humble farmboy, to turn him to the dark side of the Force; not even his rejection of the dark side could turn the Sith Lord's thoughts away from him. The Sith Lord could not abide the Jedi Knight, could not simply destroy him. He needed to turn him, to destroy his will, to dominate his very soul. He needed to break him, to tear him apart and remake him in his own image. For his great weakness was his narcissism, his malignant and twisted self-love. To be rejected, to be challenged, to be defeated was unthinkable.
The humble farmboy had sought to defeat the darkness within his father, and within the malevolent Emperor who had seduced him and destroyed the goodness in him, the Emperor who was full of lies and was the father of lies. He had chosen to die rather than to become like him; yet he knew that he alone could ever hope to challenge the great and terrible Dark Lord of the Sith. He had risked everything to learn the secrets of the Sith, to gain from his enemy the strength he needed to destroy him forever. To stand by, to look on, to allow his existence was intolerable.
And so there they were, Palpatine the Undying and Luke Skywalker, the twin and opposing demigods. The swirl of their light and darkness was terrifying, a river of power that threatened to sweep away all around it. Luke's vast courage could never hope to overcome the Emperor's vast power; yet the Emperor's egotistical self-love could never hope to match Luke's altruistic self-sacrifice. They battled with more than just their lightsabers; they battled with their whole selves, mind, body, and soul. It was a battle between the Sith Lord who ruled and the Jedi Knight who served; the narcissist who exploited and abused and the philanthropist who defended and comforted; the darkness that chilled and the light that warmed; the abyss that consumed and the love that begot. It was a battle between the darkest evil and the purest good.
Waves of power and emotion poured off of the peerless antagonists, sending shudders through the vast warship from stem to stern. The overwhelming atmosphere of the battle struck the crew almost instantly; some collapsed at their battle stations, insensate and traumatized, while others fell dead where they stood. All throughout the galaxy those who were sensitive to the Force could feel the violence of the clash of titans, could feel the intensity of the test of wills.
And none felt it more deeply than did Leia Organa Solo and her unborn son. They were immersed within the sound and the fury; there, in that room, they peered into the depths of the souls of both the Dark Lord of the Sith and the Grand Master of the Jedi. And as they battled, Luke Skywalker knew that should he fail, both his sister and her child would be left defenseless and in the clutches of Palpatine the Undying.
Can there be any wonder that the humble farmboy defeated the mighty Galactic Emperor?
So your argument is DE Luke <<<<< Obi Wan+Anakin now? You do know how those symbols work right? That statement is equivalant to Obi Wan+Anakin >>>>> DE Luke. Well if you believe that, than the argument is concluded it seems.
Originally posted by Great Vengeanceyou lose and come up up with nothing...
So your argument is DE Luke <<<<< Obi Wan+Anakin now? You do know how those symbols work right? That statement is equivalant to Obi Wan+Anakin >>>>> DE Luke. Well if you believe that, than the argument is concluded it seems.
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Originally posted by DarkSerpent
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I was just pointing out your silly error.
There were fancy metaphors in the ROTS novel describing the Yoda+ Sidious duel also. Probably the Anakin+Obi wan duel as well. Its a sign of quality writing, but it doesnt mean much in the end where versus duels are concerned.
Originally posted by Great VengeanceStrong in the fail, you are.
I was just pointing out your silly error.There were fancy metaphors in the ROTS novel describing the Yoda+ Sidious duel also. Probably the Anakin+Obi wan duel as well. Its a sign of quality writing, but it doesnt mean much in the end where versus duels are concerned.