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I'm going with Satele. Marek can probably press her at first, but his lackluster telekinetic defense would have him ****ed after she absorbs energy with tutaminus.
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Im going with Marek, his TK abilities are superior to hers(taking down an entire Star Destroyer with the force>a Mountain Top on malgus, his lightsaber skill are not superior to Shan, but we know a lot of Marek's opponents were well known Jedi so in my opinion, Shaak Ti and Vader> Darth Malgus, Marek's mastery of tutaminis also blows shan out of the water, so, Withstanding the emperor's Lightning with tutaminus> withstanding Malgus' lightsaber with tutaminus.
This not at all a stomp by Marek, it's a very close battle considering both are somewhat on each other's levels and are formidable lightsaber duelist, but Galen Marek impresses me a little more than Shan, so Galen takes the win with high difficulty imo.
Two things, number 1. If by 'ever so slightly' you mean he forced it to face his direction, then yes he did move it 'ever so slightly'
number 2. Wasn't the ship resisting his pull, wasn't that why it took a while to bring it down.
Satele with mid-high difficulty. Marek had problems with Ti, and only beat her because she committed suicide lol. Satele would have problems with him for a minute, but her TK seems better suited for force sensitives than Starkiller disintegration storm troopers. Satele takes this.
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Lol. You mean pulling up a fleet into space that is being resisted from the most intense gravity vertex ever created in the mythos? The gravity was so intense it killed all life on planet, and nearby in space, yet Nihilus pulled up the ships. This feat is not even comparable to Marek's. Secondly, how was the ship resisting his fall? It was coming down anyway, all he did was tug on it. Gravity was actually in his favor.
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Am I the only one who thinks Satele Shan looks kind of... weird?
Dunno. Something about her face is off-putting.
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No, a Star Destroyer is 1,600 meters while the Ravager is 1,200.
"It was aiming for him.
"Juno can't fly the ship at the moment," said Kota firmly, "and neither can PROXY. We have to find another solution." "What's wrong with Juno?"
"Concentrate on what's important, boy. That Star Destroyer is coming down fast. You'll never get clear in time. You need to pull it into the cannon."
The apprentice was temporarily lost for words when he realized what Kota was suggesting.
Kota wanted him to move the Star Destroyer using nothing but the Force.
"You're insane," he gasped. "It's massive!" "What is mass?" Kota said. "It's all in your mind, boy. You're a Jedi! Size means nothing to you!"
Kota's voice had changed. The surly, drunken slur was completely absent; in its place was the durasteel bark of the seasoned combat veteran the apprentice had first met.
"Can you hear me, boy? Reach out and grab that ship, or you'll die on this trash heap!"
The Star Destroyer was growing visibly larger and hung like a burning, triangular moon low in the sky of Raxus Prime.
You're a Jedi! Size means nothing to you!
He wasn't a Jedi but the message was the same. The Force didn't recognize big or small, heavy or light, hard or easy. The living flows of the galaxy encompassed all scales, from the very small to the extremely large. The Star Destroyer was part of it, and so was he. The Force bound them as surely as gravity. He could make its invisible muscles flex, if he dared.
Had his Master ever done anything like this} Had the Emperor? Had any Sith or Jedi in the history of the galaxy?
He doubted anyone would ever know about his success or failure in the next few minutes. "Be quick about it, boy!"
Fast or slow were also irrelevant to the Force, but the apprentice took Kota's point. The sooner he started, the sooner it would be done.
Deactivating his lightsaber and attaching the hilt to his belt, he adopted the opening stance of the Soresu form, with his right arm and fingers outstretched, pointing at the Star Destroyer. His empty left hand he tucked in next to his heart. With his legs braced firmly in the trash, he reached as deep as he had ever reached into the Force, and then went farther still, feeling as though a mighty chasm had opened up under him and his mind and will plunged down into it. The chasm filled. His mind opened. The physical existence of the Star Destroyer slid painlessly inside.
Nearly sixteen hundred meters long and capable of carrying a crew in excess of thirty-seven thousand, the ship was a familiar design. Its engines and armament weren't fully installed, but its Class One hyperdrive would have taken it anywhere in the Empire at speed, there to deploy walkers, fighters, barges, and shuttle Armed with a host of turbolaser and ion cannons, plus no less than ten tractor beams, it could have blockaded an entire system on its own. The reinforced durasteel hull was solid enough to rip a gouge in Raxus Prime that might take centuries to fill. Scavenger droids would have a field day when it came down. Wherever it went down . . .
There is no wherever, he told himself. There is only where I tell it to.
Focus.
The tip of his right index finger and the Star Destroyer became as one in his mind. Every nut and bolt and plate and wire of the massive machine was contained within that tiny space. It wasn't hard to move an arm, a finger, a single human cell. He could direct one barely without thinking, so why not the other, too? Instinct was clearer on that point than the workings of his mind. Ignoring perspective, the two were about the same size in his field of vision.
Except the Star Destroyer was growing larger with each passing second, and waves of TIE fighters and TIE bombers were pouring forth from its brand-new hangar decks. Laserfire cut huge super-hot channels through the atmosphere ahead of them.
The apprentice ignored it all. While the illusion held, he moved his hand a very slight distance to his right. The sensation of containing a vast, million-ton machine in the tip of one finger was deeply disorienting. He felt as though every muscle fiber, nerve, and bone groaned along with the metal seams and joints of the ship. What it felt, he felt, too, and even a small acceleration had a profound effect on such a large scale. It resisted with all the momentum it possessed. Hatches swang open; rivets popped; bulk heads twisted; pipes burst.
The Star Destroyer didn't appear to have moved much in the sky. It was still coming in low on the horizon, aiming to pass over him and strafe him from above. He shifted his hand a second time, but instead of changing its course he mistakenly gave it a slight tumble. He needed to apply the Force the right way for this to work, taking the growing forces of friction and the shifting of its center of gravity into account. A spinning Star Destroyer would do more damage than one burying itself nose-first into the cannon and its superstructure. Damage was good, when it came to destroying the Emperor's handiwork, but too much damage could destroy him and perhaps the Rogue Shadow as well under a deadly rain of molten shrapnel.
Bring it down in one piece, he told himself. Bring it down hard.
The ship growled and squealed in metal torment. He was getting the hang of it; he could see how its course was slowly shifting. As wide across as his outstretched hand now, it was hitting the atmosphere at a steeper angle than he had intended, burning bright red and already gouting a trail of black smoke and sparkling debris. He became aware of a sound communicated through his feet: a rumbling much deeper and more sustained than the pounding of the cannon, which had fallen silent after the firing of the third projectile. The Star Destroyer's incomplete frame was acting like a giant tube, and the atmosphere was resonating inside. His whole body sang with it.
More. The Star Destroyer was really picking up speed now. The thickening atmosphere had a slight braking effect, but nothing could prevent the inevitable. It was going to hit soon. A wild exodus of droids ran past him, fleeing the crash site. The TIE fighters it had launched raced ahead of the chaotic atmospheric waves it generated. He ignored them and concentrated on shifting ground zero as close to the cannon as he could.
Sparks danced in front of his eyes. The edges of his vision faded to black. Light and dark swirls spun around him, wraithlike. He felt momentarily faint and wondered if it was possible to dissolve into the Force. He was a speck caught in the updraft over a forest fire-yet somehow he had the audacity to try to command the fire to do his will.
Who did he think he was?
A sudden panic almost made him lose control. The Star Destroyer, now a burning, shrieking meteor, filled his entire forward vision. The hull was peeling away in fiery, golden strips, each one weighing hundreds of tons, exposing the darker skeleton beneath. It looked like a death's-head, a ghastly mask not dissimilar to hi Master's, but one molten like lava. This could well be the end of everything, he thought distantly. Of him, of his plans, of his feelings for Juno, and of the boy called Galen who had lost a father a long time ago and whose grief had already been effectively erased
But his name had survived, and names had power. The apprentice clutched at it with desperation, needing to regain control of the Star Destroyer lest it tear itself apart and disperse the impact. He needed to find his focus again, to ignore the feeling of dissolution eating at the edges of his self, and to tip the balance of power back toward him.
Galen had stood up to Darth Vader as little more than a child Galen had wrested the lightsaber from a Dark Lord of the Sith and stood bravely in the face of death. Galen may have been ground down by years of training and darkness since, but was he truly gone-or had he just gone into hiding until the opportunity came to emerge back into the light?
Are you there, Galen? I need your help!
No answer came.
The Star Destroyer's catastrophic reentry made the world shake. There was no time to try again. For Juno, then.
He gritted his teeth and snarled at the sky. The dead weight ol the Star Destroyer shifted one last time, changing its angle of de scent just enough to hang together those last few hundred meters, but not enough to risk bouncing. Only seconds remained before it hit and it was still getting bigger. It was impossible that the sky could contain so much metal!
Abandoning his control over the ship, knowing there was nothing now that he could do to alter its course, the apprentice staggered backward, dazed. The Force fled from him, leaving him wrung out and drained. With a sound like the world ending, the Star Destroyer completed its first and final journey. It hit the cannon, exactly as it was supposed to, and the sky turned white. The ground buckled beneath the apprentice's feet. He pinwheeled, unable to find his balance, as a tsunami of junk and waste rose up ahead of him and blotted out the sun."
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I go with Shan. He doesn't know her style, she's almost certainly a better duelist, and while he's powerful, any gap isn't big enough to flat-out overpower her. So she'll win on skill.
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I think Malgus was above pre ANH Vader, and was certainly above the likes of Shaak Ti.
Marek didn't exactly "withstand" Sidious's lightning.
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Shadilay my brothers and sisters. With any luck we will throw off the shackles of normie oppression. We have nothing to lose but our chains! Praise Kek!
THE MOTTO IS "IN KEK WE TRUST"
May 9th, 2014 12:58 PM
