Starkiller and Mace Windu vs. Darth Sidious and Dooku

The apprentice had been ready to attack, but now he felt a brief moment of hesitation. This wasn't what he had expected. Jedi were soft from a life of privilege, outdated, spent. He hadn't expected a soldier.
Kota's voice, when he spoke, was deep and commanding, as it had been during PROXY's impersonation of him. "So I've finally drawn you out of hiding." He turned at last. "I ordered my men to lower the containment field on your approach and—" On seeing the apprentice he stopped midsentence and looked visibly surprised.
"A boy?" With one blindingly fast movement, the lightsaber was in his hand and lit. "After all these months of attacking Imperial targets, and Vader sends a boy to fight me?"
Grim and silent, the apprentice adopted a fighting crouch. So the trap had been directed not at him but at his Master. If Kota was disappointed, the apprentice swore this would be the last emotion Kota ever felt.
He raised his left hand and with the power of the dark side unleashed a bolt of Sith lightning at the renegade Jedi.
Kota only laughed. Raising his left hand in a move that was a mirror image of the apprentice's own, he sent the lightning arcing back to its source. The energy struck both of them, hurling them apart.
The apprentice broke off the attempt, blinking smoke away from his eyes. His anger intensified. He was the first to his feet and running as soon as his boots touched the deck. He felt completely weightless, yet full of momentum, like a hurled spear. His red blade cut a blur through the air, aimed hard at Kota's throat.
The Jedi general ducked and swept his green lightsaber up and down in a lazy attempt to catch him as he went by. That was a move the apprentice had long ago learned to avoid by tucking his head down closer to his center of gravity and rolling in midair, then kicking himself back at the opponent off the nearest wall. This time he pushed telekinetically as he came, attempting to knock Kota's feet out from under him before bringing his blade to bear.
Again, however, Kota deflected his Force energies back at him. Again they were pushed apart.
More cautiously the apprentice circled him, slicing chairs to pieces as he walked and sending the glowing fragments to pieces as he walked and sending the glowing fragments at his enemy's head. Anger made him eager to attack, but he knew better than to give in to it. He hadn't been humiliated. He had successfully tested Kota's defenses. Now that he knew a direct attack would probably fail, he had to find another way to get closer to the man. Or to make the Jedi come to him.
Suddenly Kota was moving, charging with astonishing speed behind a furious diversity of strokes. The apprentice retreated with his lips pulled back over his teeth. This is more like it! Green and red energies clashed as he blocked blow after blow and still Kota kept coming, attempting to overwhelm him with sheer determination and speed. The apprentice went back four steps, then stopped. He drew his blade close around him, forming a tight defense in deliberate imitation of the Soresu style that Obi-Wan Kenobi had favored. Realizing he couldn't penetrate it, Kota backed off and tried a different style—slow, deliberate, with sudden and devastatingly quick strikes. These, too, the apprentice parried, and when the old man's guard looked to be slipping, he offered strikes of his own.
The duel raged all across the control center, which shook and rattled as the facility around it broke apart. The apprentice ignored everything else—Juno's voice, the wild fluctuating gravity, the never-ending explosions, the rising temperature of the floor beneath him—in order to concentrate solely on this one vital battle. Kota wouldn't beat him, but could he beat Kota? He had to. He would rather go down with the ship than admit failure. Darth Vader's secret apprentice knew which fate would await him if he did.
The general was wily and strong and possessed some moves the apprentice had never seen before. But he was older and willfully ignorant of the dark side of the Force. He attempted his charge attack two more times, obviously hoping to force a mistake or wear out his opponent, but it was he who started to show the effects of the duel, he who took hits. Soon his cloak was a smoking rag and one of his shoulder pads was glowing red-hot.
The apprentice pressed harder, feeling victory and the attainment of his full power approaching. Soon the Jedi's lightsaber—and head—would be his. Then he would truly be worthy of his Master's praise!
He caught the general in a chokehold and maintained his grip even though it turned partially back on him. He had been ready for this; his lungs were full. The general, however, clutched at his throat with one hand while barely managing to parry with the other. The apprentice let the fire in his lungs fuel his lust for triumph. Even as darkness crowded around the edges of his vision, he sent objects hurtling at Kota's legs and face, battling him on all fronts.
Finally a fragment of smoking debris struck the general's knees from behind. With a cry of frustration, the flailing Jedi went down, his face purple and eyes bulging. The apprentice relented slightly, letting them both have a little air, but before Kota could scramble to his feet he was on him, pressing down on their locked lightsabers, which sizzled just millimeters from their faces.
Kota strained but couldn't force the red blade away. In his blue eyes the apprentice saw not cleansing hatred, but regret. Even at the end, Kota clung to his weak Jedi ways.
"Vader thinks"—the old man gasped—"he's turned you. But I can sense your future—and Vader isn't part of it!"
The apprentice urged the lightsabers even closer to Kota's face.
Sweat beaded on the Jedi Master's forehead. "I sense—I sense only . . ." A look of shock and confusion passed over his face. "Me?"
The apprentice forced Kota's own lightsaber down into his eyes.

Kazdan Paratus's battle next.

No need.

"Kazdan Paratus," said the apprentice. "At last."
The minuscule being looked at him with darting, paranoid eyes. A member of the Aleena species, he was short and large-skulled, with bright eyes and long, agile fingers. The harness affixing him to the strange, mechanical arms allowed him free movement with his lightsaber—a double-bladed pike with one blade significantly longer than the other. He raised it as the limbs' function turned from arms to legs and raised him to full human height.
"Sith trash," he hissed in a voice that was high-pitched but full of contempt. "Don't worry, Masters. I'll defend you!"
The apprentice didn't know who he was talking to until a clamor rose from the seated mannequins and, as one, the junk Jedi Council woke.
Paratus lunged while the apprentice was momentarily distracted. The pike left a shallow cut down his left forearm before he could repulse the strange creature's attack. Part flesh and part machine, the renegade Jedi Master was proficient with the Force, and quick with it as well. Every blow the apprentice tried to make was instantly blocked by either end of the whirling pike. As fast as he lunged or retreated, the mechanical legs outpaced him. Paratus hopped around the dilapidated chamber like a deranged jumping spider.
Outside his droid golem shell, however, Paratus was more vulnerable to Sith lightning. What he couldn't absorb into junk metal burned him and left him writhing in pain. The apprentice sent bolt after bolt hurtling into the tiny figure. It almost seemed that the fight would be over before it had really begun.
Then something struck him from behind, breaking his concentration and knocking his lightsaber from his hand. He turned, ducking robotic limbs and a sudden swipe from the light-pike. The mannequin of Plo Koon had risen from its chair and attacked him, holding a vibroblade in a crude approximation of the long-dead Jedi Master's renowned lightsaber style. The Way of the Krayt Dragon, it had once been called. It looked ridiculous now in the hands of a patchwork droid.
Still, it had taken him by surprise. The apprentice acknowledged the gambit before blowing the mannequin to pieces and reaching out for his fallen lightsaber. The hilt arrived in his hand just in time to deflect another blow from Paratus, fully recovered from the waves of Sith lightning he had just endured.
This time the apprentice was ready for the attacks from behind. One at a time, or occasionally in pairs, the mannequins moved in to distract him.
Mace Windu and Coleman Kcaj he dismembered. Kit Fisto he melted. Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan he smashed together and hurled out the window. Ki-Adi-Mundi he blasted with lightning before doing the same to Saesee Tinn, Agen Kolar, and Shaak Ti. Stass Allie he beheaded with a single stroke of his lightsaber. Yoda he picked up with the Force and used as a missile to strike Paratus through his flailing artificial limbs.
Kazdan Paratus moaned as each junk Jedi Master fell, mourning them as though they were actually alive. When the last one went down, he was actually weeping.
The apprentice reached out and caught the Jedi Aleena in a tight Force grip. Paratus's artificial arms crumbled, unable to resist his power. Lifting the diminutive alien into the air, the apprentice swung his captive from side to side, smashing him into both window frames and roof until rubble rained down on them both. He deflected the worst of it from himself and saved the damage for Paratus. Soon the aging Jedi was too weak to fight, but still the apprentice continued battering him. He remembered what had happened with Rahm Kota at the very last. Wherever that strange hallucination had come from, he would not permit a repeat.
Finally, the Jedi Master's strength was spent. The apprentice let him drop to the ground, where he was pinned by an avalanche of junk falling through the ceiling. Clearly dying, he lay faceup and closed his eyes.
"I'm sorry, my Masters," he lamented. "I've failed you."
With those words, he expired.

Shaak Ti next.

I don't get one thing in your logic guys ; C

Dooku's force powers are greater then Mace's, and they're equal in sabers.
Sidious's force powers are greater then Starkiller's.

Starkiller is te weakest link in sabers.

So why Starkiller can destroy Dooku with his force powers, and Sidious (stronger then Starkiller) can't do the same to Mace (weaker then Dooku)?

I would say, its smth like that:

Force:
Sidious
Starkiller/Dooku (probably Starkiller above)
Mace

Saber:
Dooku/Mace/Sidious
Starkiller

Sith have better teamwork and are much more experienced.

"You reek of that coward Vader," she said, unfurling her legs and standing in one smooth movement. Her horn-like montrals framed her red-skinned face like an elaborate headdress. The white oval patches around her eyes gave her a slightly startled look, but the apprentice was under no illusion that he had surprised her. She was dressed in the fashion of the Felucians, in a garment made of vegetable material—some still living, judging by the mossy sheen on her belt—and bone. Her striped lekku hung well out of the way down her back, adorned by ribbons and decorative tassels.
He raised the tip of his lightsaber in challenge, but still she didn't reach for hers.
"My Master is not a coward," he said.
"Then why are you here in his place?" she asked with a knowing smile. "Welcome to the Ancient Abyss, a place of sacrifice since time immemorial.
He smiled, letting his anger fuel his hatred for her and for all that the Jedi represented. With the dark side behind him, he reached out for the mind of the Sarlacc and goaded it to lash at her.
All the creature did was roar. It resisted him, he realized, with her help.
She smiled in mockery. "Are you prepared to meet your fate?"
Then her lightsaber lit and she was spinning through the air toward him, striking downward as she fell.
The apprentice simultaneously backflipped and blocked her blow. The force of it surprised him, and the recoil threw him backward. His hood caught on one of the sarlacc's teeth, and he tore it impatiently away before the snag could interfere with his defense. Shaak Ti's lightsaber was a jagged blue blur between them. He blocked her as best he could until he had his balance again.
Then he jumped. Over her he spun and fell down two layers of teeth toward the mouth of the sarlacc. From there he jumped again, angling away from her to avoid giving the Jedi the advantage of height, but she was there ahead of him, driving him back down with a series of blows so rapid he barely caught them all.
In desperation, he summoned a bolt of Sith lightning and sent it down, into the flesh of the sarlacc. The beast roared and shook, giving him the opening he needed. Shaak Ti's right foot slipped, forcing her to flip elegantly out of reach of his blade. He leapt after her, swinging as he came.
The fight progressed around the sarlacc's center rings, blow and counterblow accompanied by the roaring of the beast. The apprentice cut off teeth and threw the fragments at the adversary's head. In return she took tighter control of the beast's distributed intelligence and sent its food-seeking tentacles flailing for him. He repulsed them and fought on.
Down they drove each other, closer and closer to the very lip of the creature's enormous mouth. The air was foul down here, heavy with digestive by-products and the stink of rotting meat. Ghastly exhalations rolled over them as the sarlacc roared on. The apprentice was running out of teeth to sever, so he resorted more and more frequently to Sith lightning and random slashes of his lightsaber to keep it twitching underfoot. Thick ichor leaking out of the wounds made the footing even more treacherous.
"You can't keep this up forever," he tauned Shaak Ti as they dueled.
"Neither can you," she said. "You are wasting your strength too quickly."
"The dark side is inexhaustible."
"Your strength is prodigious," she admitted, "but that is your doing. Light, dark—" She paused to aim a blow at his head that he barely deflected. "They are just directions. Do not be fooled that you stand on anything other than your own two feet.
He slashed at her own feet as they spun by overhead and sent one of her ribbons twirling down into the sarlacc's gaping mouth. "Spare me the philosophy lesson, Jedi," he snarled. "I'm only here for your blood."
"And you may yet have it, or I yours."
On her last three words, she struck three blows that each partially found their mark. The first burned a sizzling line down the apprentice's left shoulder. The second scores diagonally across his chest. The third would have skewered his right eye had he not held her back at the last minute with a desperate telekinetic block that stopped her lightsaber barely a millimeter from his skin. He could feel his eyelashes and eyebrows burning. The right side of his sight was entirely blue.
She gasped and staggered backward. Her lightsaber and her gaze dropped. A full half meter of the red blade emerged from her stomach, then the rest came free with a hiss.

Maris Brood next.

Originally posted by Vensai
Even then, Mace almost ate his own saber due to Sidious' lightning assault.

You know I was thinking about this, and it really doesn't show in the movie:

YouTube video

If anything, Mace is constantly pushing forward, multiple times managing to push his saber good distances towards Palpatine. Its pretty much the opposite of what the novel says. Also Palpatine is standing up in the novel so its clearly non-canon!

It was lucky he had retained his weapon, for Maris was on him in an instant, blades humming and whirling. He barely raised his lightsaber in time to avoid decapitation and stumbled awkwardly to his feet to deflect another attempt.
"You've made me angry now," she said, "and I'll make you regret that."
"I gave you a choice," he said, blocking another double blow. "You killed that thing, not me."
"The dark side doesn't split hairs," she snarled.
Her eyes blazed red as she rained blow after blow upon him. He staggered backward, weakened by more than just his battle with the bull rancor.
He was fighting himself—but not in some flashback-inspired hallucination, where the Jedi and Sith warred him for control of his future. This time the fight was real, and his opponent was as joyously rich in the dark side as he had ever been. She, too, had lost someone she cared deeply about; she, too, had been sent out into the hard galaxy to fend for herself. They should be helping each other, not fighting each other. But with Bail Organa watching, he couldn't even raise the possibility of a truce. He was even using Soresu moves against her raw, unpredictable lunges, just as the vision of himself had done in Jedi robes.
And yet . . .
As he defended himself, he saw nothing but self-pity and fear in her eyes. Both were inferior to pure anger, although both could be potent gateways to the true mastery of the dark side that his Master had demonstrated on him. Maris was a newcomer, barely beginning her journey—as he, too, was journeying along a path toward full mastery. For the first time, he understood that the Force didn't come in two shades only: dark and light, distinct and combative, never meeting in the middle to form gray. Those were ideals, and ideals existed solely for philosophers and theoreticians to argue over. In the real world, dark and light coexisted in varying proportions; nothing was ever static. Thus this former Jedi Padawan could turn to the dark side after a lifetime serving the light—and she could just as easily turn back to the light afterward, if she survived.
Light, dark, Shaak Ti had tried to tell him, they are just directions.
We're always moving, he thought, toward the dark or toward the light. It's impossible to stand still. Some, like Darth Vader and the Emperor, had been descending through the dark side for so long that the light must have become a faint and distant memory. Some hovered eternally in the gray, never entirely choosing a side. There were, in fact, no actual sides, just the direction in which one happened to be moving. It was all relative.
Coming to that understanding gave him a new kind of strength. Where Sith betrayed one another, it wasn't because they were enemies. Their paths had simply diverged. So fighting Maris wasn't turning his back on the dark side. She was simply in his way, like so many other people before him.
Do not be fooled, Shaak Ti had also said, as so many have before you, that you walk on anything other than your own two feet.
Blocking Maris Brood's strikes, he changed from the staid form of Soresu into the more aggressive Juyo favored by the dark side. Maris noticed the shift in his fighting style but, having only been trained in Jedi methods, failed to understand what it meant. She continued attacking with increasing desperation, even as he began to drive her back across the mounds of bones, past the body of her giant pet and away from Senator Organa. Her breathing became hard and her moves less focused. Fear began to dominate the wild look in her eyes. She was close to losing her concentration entirely.
Use the fear, he wanted to tell her. Use the fear to make you angry, because anger makes you strong. I killed your Master. Mine tried to kill me and I am stronger for it. You could be, too, if you would only realize that simple truth!
But even in the depths of her darkness, the light had corrupted her too deeply. She was a lost cause.
Enough, he thought.
Raising his left hand, he used the Force to lift a mound of bones into the air. Rattling and tumbling, they swirled around the two of them, picking up speed. Maris didn't know where to look. While she was distracted, he disarmed her with two swift, precise moves. Her blades skittered away through the bones and she fell back, rubbing her singed forearms. Defiance gleamed in her eyes, but too late. Much too late.
While she turned to run, he struck her in the back with Sith lightning and she fell sprawling to the bones.
With his lightsaber held loosely in his right hand, he approached her.
"No," she gasped, making a futile attempt to imitate the bone-dance floating around them. He batted the missiles away.

Mace and Dooku fight as equals well Sidious defeats Galen. However if its Galen Vs Dooku and Windu Vs Sidious then Galen beats Dooku around as fast as Sidious beats Windu then Sidious beats Galen.

So Sith win.

Sidious could beat Mace/Galen together but with trouble.

Originally posted by Nephthys
You know I was thinking about this, and it really doesn't show in the movie:

YouTube video

If anything, Mace is constantly pushing forward, multiple times managing to push his saber good distances towards Palpatine. Its pretty much the opposite of what the novel says. Also Palpatine is standing up in the novel so its clearly non-canon!

At 3:16 Mace is forced to let go with one hand just before Sidious stops firing (which Lucas confirms was due to him pretending to be to weak to fire).

So the idea hat the novel states Mace was could not hold on to his Saber appears to be true Imo.

I wouldn't say he was forced to let go. When he lets go he again drives his lightsaber forward to pointing at Sidious' throat. I'd say that Sidious giving up and his lightning fizzling out enabled him to let go with one hand.

Even in the script he's clearly struggling. So there's no way he was relaxed enough to just let go with one hand. His hand was forced off imo.

Actually Sidious is the only one mentioned as struggling:

'MACE pushes PALPATINE out to the edge of the ledge. As the Jedi moves closer, the bolts from Palpatine's hands begin to arch back on him. The Chancellor's face begins to twist and distort. His eyes become yellow as he struggles to intensify his powers. '

Windu does go 'ARGHHHHH!' a few times but the fact remains that in the script and the movie he's the one pushing Sidious back and his lightsaber forward and Sidious is the one struggling more. I'm not saying Mace wasn't struggling, its obvious it was hard for him, but no way did he almost eat his own lightsaber.

Furthermore, in the movie his lightsaber does not 'bend so close to his face that he was choking on ozone.' His lightsaber doesn't bend at all and if it does get close to his face its only because Windu is leaning forward.

That's a stretch man. The book version is borderline G-canon according to the writers.

And the movie is hard-line G-canon.

The book says that Sidious 'ramped up the lightning bursting from his hands, bending the fountain of Mace's blade back toward the Korun Master's face.' The movie shows Windu pushing forward multiple times. His lightsaber is never bent back. The book says that 'Mace's blade bent so close to his face that he was choking on ozone.' The movie shows Windu leaning forward into his blade. Why would he be leaning into the thing thats supposedly choking him. Don't even answer that, because its obviously incongruous with what the novel presents.

The movie trumps the book. Mace's lightsaber wasn't pushed back at all, it was in fact continually moving forward. This is just another of the dozens of times when the novel is completely out of sync with the movie. Lucas may have line-read it but he didn't give a **** how closely it mirrored the final picture.

Originally posted by Nephthys
And the movie is hard-line G-canon.

The book says that Sidious 'ramped up the lightning bursting from his hands, bending the fountain of Mace's blade back toward the Korun Master's face.' The movie shows Windu pushing forward multiple times. His lightsaber is never bent back. The book says that 'Mace's blade bent so close to his face that he was choking on ozone.' The movie shows Windu leaning forward into his blade. Why would he be leaning into the thing thats supposedly choking him. Don't even answer that, because its obviously incongruous with what the novel presents.

The movie trumps the book. Mace's lightsaber wasn't pushed back at all, it was in fact continually moving forward. This is just another of the dozens of times when the novel is completely out of sync with the movie. Lucas may have line-read it but he didn't give a **** how closely it mirrored the final picture.

You are really grasping at straws here. Lucas says Sidious feigns to be weak. It was likely he was holding back the intensity of his lightning so he didn't kill Windu right off the back.

And it clearly shows Mace is struggling. The book and the movie are clearly meant to show the same thing.

Sidious was feigning being weak.
Mace was struggling.

Originally posted by Mizukage Yoda
You are really grasping at straws here. Lucas says Sidious feigns to be weak. It was likely he was holding back the intensity of his lightning so he didn't kill Windu right off the back.

And it clearly shows Mace is struggling. The book and the movie are clearly meant to show the same thing.

Sidious was feigning being weak.
Mace was struggling.

Lol, I'm the one grasping at straws? I'm just pointing to whats in the actual movie. Maybe you didn't actually read the post above yours before you posted but the script from Lucas (as in, its G-canon) says 'His eyes become yellow as he struggles to intensify his powers.' Holding back my ass.

Yes, as I said, Mace is having a hard time. But the fact is that he's pushing forward, he's leaning forward, and unlike whats written in the novel, his lightsaber is not being bent back towards his face. That was my only original point, that his lightsaber isn't being forced back because it very clearly isn't in the movie. This isn't a discussion, this is me pointing out the facts of what happened in the movie.

He's feigning being too weak to continue using Force Lightning, which is obvious given that he can blast it again 20 seconds later. That doesn't mean that he's feigning Windu legitimately blocking his lightning. If Windu was barely blocking it he wouldn't be pushing his lightsaber feet towards Sidious. If he was chocking on ozone he wouldn't be leaning forward towards the blade, he would move his head back.

The movie shows Palpatine 'becoming weak and losing his powers' within seconds after he begins his attack, which according to Lucas was all pretend. Logically Palpatine couldn't be giving it his all if he is pretending to be weak and losing his powers. Palpatine's act on the floor was just that: an act. Mace's strain and struggle to contain the lightning was all very real. Had Palpatine put full effort in it and continued his assault, Mace would have gave out and been overpowered.

While the novel's version of the scene was different, Lucas did line-read it and approved it, and he obviously intended for Palpatine's lightning to be too strong to Windu to contain much longer. Also, we seen Palpatine's lightning break through the saber defense of an even stronger force user than Mace.