I think putting dooku on Tier 15 may have just summoned Aurbere.
A deadly mistake.
Ant, I'll reply to your post but I'm on my phone, I just had To say, I own the Revan Novel, had it preordered even, but I, like a lot of people, consider it Drews worst piece of work and one of the most horrific pieces of tripe I've ever seen.
I just double checked, he didn't even play Kotor 2, he read the Biography section of Suriks Wookieepedia page.
It's horrifying.
At least with Bane he wasn't using other peoples characters.
Originally posted by FreshestSlice
http://www.swtor.com/community/showthread.php?t=750649And you wonder why LeGenD doesn't take you seriously.
But keep this in mind:
"My ascendance is inevitable. A day, a year, a millennium—it matters not. I hold the patience of stone and the will of stars. Your His striving is insignificant. Let your death his submission to my supremacy be the same."
Even "he" has foreseen it. His reaction:
Originally posted by The_Tempest
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MY ascendance. You all will submit.
Originally posted by Selenial
Ant, I'll reply to your post but I'm on my phone, I just had To say, I own the Revan Novel, had it preordered even, but I, like a lot of people, consider it Drews worst piece of work and one of the most horrific pieces of tripe I've ever seen.
Originally posted by Selenial
Wall of Light applications as a Padawan,
Originally posted by Selenial
Incredible endurance feats on the most powerful dark side nexus to ever exist, killed an academy of 198 (IIRC) Sith assassins.
Originally posted by Selenial
Single handedly destroyed Nihilus' army.
Originally posted by Selenial
Better tactician than Revan thanks to her battle meditation, was given more of the fleet than him and Malak put together.
Originally posted by Selenial
One of the few people Revan feared during his ascension to the Sith.
Originally posted by Selenial
Survived on Natheema for weeks, despite what Garbage comes from LeGenDs mouth, she was there longer than everyone else combined.
- Opens Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan
Revelation:
MEETRA DIDN'T KNOW what to expect as the Ebon Hawk dropped out of hyperspace and began the approach toward Nathema. T3-M4 had told her that the planet was deserted, but the little droid had found no apparent cause of the mass extinction. While exploring the surface on his last visit, he'd run tests that confirmed the environment was free of toxins and radiation; beyond that everything else was speculation. As the ship drew closer to the dingy brown world she felt a growing sense of unease and discomfort. In some ways it reminded her of Malachor V—the massive and instantaneous loss of life on that doomed world had created a wound in the Force. The activation of the mass-shadow generator had obliterated two armies, shredding apart the bonds of the Force that linked all living things.Meetra had been close enough to feel the shock wave; to survive it she had cut herself off from the Force, shielding her psyche against the horrors of what she had unleashed. Many years had passed before she regained her connection to the Force, but in the end, surviving the trauma of Malachor V had given her the strength to defeat Darth Traya and her followers. At first she assumed some similar tragedy had occurred on Nathema; a superweapon capable of snuffing out an entire planet would leave a blanketing echo of death and darkness. As the Ebon Hawk descended through the atmosphere, however, she realized this sensation was markedly different.
It took her a few seconds to put her finger on it, her mind analyzing the problem even as her hands automatically made the necessary adjustments to bring the ship in for a landing near the coordinates T3 had given her. The events of Malachor had left a mark on the Force; a wound that would not heal. Here, however, the Force was simply … gone. It was as if someone had ripped it away, leaving only an empty void behind. Her discomfort grew as the ship drew closer to the surface. This world was unnatural, and her body’s instinctive reaction was one of illness and revulsion. She glanced over at T3 hovering anxiously near her in the cockpit, but the droid seemed unaffected. His lack of reaction merely reinforced the nature of her own suffering; as a droid, T3 could not sense the Force, and he wouldn’t notice if it was suddenly missing.
Through the cockpit window Meetra saw a path of destruction winding its way through the city below: the remnants of Revan's crash landing. A massive chunk of permacrete had been smashed loose from a skyscraper passing by on the ship's starboard side. The pavement of the street and sidewalk below had been torn up when the vessel had skipped and skidded down the thoroughfare. The mangled remnants of hovercars and speeders traced an irregular line down the street, the smaller vehicles crushed by the passage of the far more massive starship. Meetra selected her landing spot and set the ship down carefully. The oppressiveness of the Void was bearing down on her, but she did her best to ignore it. "Come on, Tee-Three," she said, unbuckling herself from the pilot's chair. "Let's take a look around and see what we can find." As she stepped off the shuttle she felt like she had been punched in the gut; she doubled over, and T3 beeped in concern.
"I'm okay," she gasped, slowly straightening up. She had visited Malachor V years after the cataclysm of the mass-shadow generator. Traversing its surface had been agony. Mentally, she had still sensed the anguish of all who had lost their lives there. Physically, the intense gravity of the world had held her in its crushing grip, leaving her gasping for breath. It had been the most awful and horrific experience of her life … until now. On Malachor she'd felt the echoes of unimaginable pain and suffering—but at least she'd felt something. Here on Nathema, there was only a cold emptiness. It was unnatural; abhorrent. On Malachor she had felt the echo of great destruction; here there was only the unbearable void of annihilation. Her body reacted with a revulsion so strong she felt physically ill. Her mind briefly tried to imagine what had happened to cause such an abomination, then recoiled from the answers. Her mind went blank and her body numb. She stood motionless for several minutes, or maybe it was several hours; time had no meaning here. But the incessant squawking of T3 eventually roused her from her stupor. Drawing on the mental focusing techniques she had learned as a Padawan, she forced herself to concentrate on something—anything—besides the inescapable nonpresence of the Force. You've come here to find Revan, she thought. There has to be some clue as to where the Sith might have taken him. "We need to find some kind of archive," she said out loud. "Something that can tell us more about this world." Her voice sounded hollow and washed out, but it was just one more unsettling detail of Nathema that she refused to dwell on. The lights on T3 blinked rapidly as the astromech quickly scanned his memory circuits. A few seconds later he beeped excitedly and took off down the street. Meetra followed him, her long legs allowing her to quickly catch up to and keep pace with the droid. The brisk walk made her feel more normal; physical activity seemed to help keep Nathema's oppressive emptiness at bay. The droid led her to the entrance of what appeared to be some kind of official government building. On the outside were characters she couldn't read. In the Republic all government business was conducted in Basic. And while it was likely the inhabitants of Nathema had been familiar with Basic—the lingua franca of interstellar trade was known to virtually every spacefaring species in the galaxy—they had obviously marked their building in a native tongue.
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The building was three stories high, with only a handful of windows looking out to the street and a pair of uninviting doors that seemed to be the common fashion of bureaucratic strongholds across every culture of the galaxy. The doors were locked, but she carved through the security bolt with her lightsaber, trying to ignore the dim and washed-out appearance of the glowing blade. Focus on the task at hand, she reminded herself. Just find the information you're looking for as quickly as possible and you can get off this blasted world. She stepped through, T3 following at her heel. It was dark inside; whatever source had once powered the building had long since fallen into disrepair. Meetra pulled a glow rod from one of the many pockets sewn into the wide fabric belt on her waist and ignited it, illuminating their surroundings with its eerie green glow. The first things she noticed were the piles of clothes scattered haphazardly about. She realized they must have fallen to the ground when the wearers vanished. It took all her mental discipline to keep her mind from speculating on what kind of event could have caused the bizarre phenomenon. Exploring the ground floor revealed it to be some type of reception area or lobby. There was a large desk set up to face the door, perfectly
positioned for the person behind it to greet visitors. Apart from several uncomfortable-looking chairs arranged in what was probably a central waiting room, there didn’t seem to be much else of interest on the lower level. There was a lift in the corner leading to the upper floors, but with no power it was of little use. Fortunately, a quick search located a staircase behind an unmarked door near the back of the building. "Let's check out the upper floors," she said, and T3 beeped in agreement. For some astromech droids stairs could be a problem, but T3 was remarkably versatile. By locking his wheels to keep from rolling backward, he was able to use his front legs to lever himself up the steps one at a time. It took him a little longer to reach the top of the flight than his human companion, but at least Meetra didn't have to try to carry him. The second floor was filled with data terminals and cubicles—workstations for the government drones who had once wandered the offices and halls. Unfortunately, without power the computer network had ceased to function, rendering the terminals useless. "Let's see if we can find the main data bank on the next floor up," Meetra suggested. A few minutes later they were on the third floor. Like the level below, it seemed to consist primarily of offices, cubicles, and workstations. Near the back of the building they found a single durasteel door. On the wall beside it was what appeared to be a security keypad. "Show me what you've got," Meetra said, pointing to the pad. T3 rolled up to the wall. A panel on his body slid open to reveal a long, thin electrical probe, which he extended so that it pierced the security pad. There was a brief pause, then the unmistakable zap of a powerful electrical discharge. The keypad lit up and the door slid open. As Meetra had hoped, the room beyond housed the primary computer data banks. "Grab anything that looks useful so we can get out of here," she said. T3 hustled to oblige, inserting his versatile probe into an interface port so he could slice into the defunct network. As he had done with the door panel, T3 gave the data bank a powerful electric jolt to temporarily reactivate it so he could download the relevant files. The entire process took less than five minutes, but for Meetra it might as well have been an eternity. She had managed to keep busy up until this point, but while waiting idly by for T3 to finish she began to notice the absence of the Force once more. She could feel the Void pressing in on her from all sides. At the same time it was pulling on her, trying to rip away the very essence of her existence. Nature abhors a vacuum; the emptiness was trying to fill itself with her energy. For an instant she felt as if she were going to become undone, her physical body discorporating into trillions of subatomic particles that would scatter across the entire surface of Nathema. No! she screamed in her mind. The Void will not take me! I am more than just a collection of random matter and particles! I am a living being. I am Meetra Surik! The affirmation of her own existence seemed to push the Void back, at least for the moment. But Meetra knew she couldn't hold out against it much longer. As much as she tried to ignore what she felt—or, more precisely, didn't feel—all around her, she knew it was only a matter of time until the horrors of Nathema stripped away her sanity. She was just about to tell T3 it was time to go when he beeped triumphantly and retracted the probe."I need to get back to the ship," she told him. "You can tell me what you found when we’re off this world." Once she was in motion she felt better, but she could still sense the Void hovering on the fringes of her awareness. It was like being stalked by some nameless, faceless, invisible creature. She felt it lurking around every corner, just waiting for her to let her guard down so it could take her. She quickened her pace, trusting her droid companion to keep up, too intent on keeping a grip on herself to reply to his indignant chirps. By the time she reached the Ebon Hawk she was running, though she wasn’t even aware of it. One single thought dominated her conscious mind: Escape! She strapped herself into the pilot’s chair and fired up the engines just as T3, who had fallen behind, came racing up the boarding ramp.
"Hold on," she warned as she closed the hatch and punched the engines. The Ebon Hawk took flight, hurtling itself up toward the sky and beyond. They broke atmosphere, but Meetra didn’t slow the ship down. She kept the engines on full until they were on the very edge of the solar system. Only then, with several million kilometers between her and Nathema, did she feel safe enough to throttle back. T3 rolled up beside her and let out a worried whistle. "You wouldn't understand," she told him. "But I'm okay now. Just give me a few minutes and we’ll take a look at what you pulled from those data
banks."
Does any one get the impression that Meetra spent weeks on Nathema?
My assessment is 30 min to 1 hour tops.
Originally posted by Beniboybling
I replied to Legend's comment on this on SWTOR.So, to quote myself:
Yet the barrier she threw up would have counted for nothing, Nyriss is described as putting all her energy into her final attack and this would have left her with nothing left to defend herself with - making her barriers easy to penetrate.
Now while this was not stated in the novel, it is the only logical conclusion to reach. If she had had her full barriers up, she would not have been incinerated, she would not have even been harmed. Because ultimately it would have been the equivalent of being attacked by a being of equal power. And an offense equal in power to a defense = stalemate.
This is reinforced by a similar incident in which Sidious had his Force Lightning, which he put all his energy into, redirected by Galen Marek, yet he emerged unscathed, if we ascribe to your logic he would have died like Marek.
Oh, and hi. 😛
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