Fy-Tor-Ana Respect Thread

Welcome! to the largest collection of Fy-Tor-Ana feats, and accolades: Respect The Solace

Also along was Solace, a reluctant traveler. She'd once been the great Jedi Knight Fy-Tor-Ana. She'd changed her name and had tried to forget her past existence as a Jedi.—The Last of The jedi: A Tangled Web
Also along was Solace, a reluctant traveler. She'd once been the great Jedi Knight Fy-Tor-Ana. She'd changed her name and had tried to forget her past existence as a Jedi.—The Last of The jedi: A Tangled Web

Accolades

Fy-Tor-Ana appears to be well regarded by Ferus Olin

Also along was Solace, a reluctant traveler. She'd once been the great Jedi Knight Fy-Tor-Ana. She'd changed her name and had tried to forget her past existence as a Jedi.

Star Wars: The Last of The Jedi: A Tangled Web

Fy-Tor-Ana is stated to be a threat to the Empire.

He(Ferus) walked on. The only one of his crew he hadn't seen was Solace, but he didn't expect to. Out of all his friends, she was the most wanted by the Empire. The entire Imperial army and security forces, as well as Coruscant police, were on the alert for her. She had fought a battle in the underworld of Coruscant, trying to protect the group she'd gathered in the caverns of the underground oceans.

Star Wars: The Last of the Jedi: A Tangled Web

A Jedi Knight known for her split-second reflexes, her grace and her agility, she was one of the foremost instructors in the Art Of Movement exercise, and personally trained Obi-Wan Kenobi in its forms.

The Complete Star Wars Encylopedia

Lightsaber Skill

Known for her grace and agility, I would say that Solace is a master of Form: IV Ataru. This would be supported by her title of Jedi Instructor. As she trained students in what was known as the art of movement, which required a great amount of agility and flexibility, as such, she would have most likely have had to become proficient enough in the ability herself in order to teach it. With her graceful and acrobatic nature, there is no doubt that Fy-Tor-Ana is an expert user of Ataru.

Fy-Tor is stated to move with great grace and taught Obi-Wan much of the Art of Movement

This obstacle was similar to an exercise called Art of Movement at the Temple, introduced to him when he was just a student, even younger than Anakin. The students were required to keep moving, dodging both lines of light that zigzagged the room and points that scampered randomly. The objective was simply to get from the door to the opposite wall. The exercise required split-second timing and an agile body. Some students were better than others at compressing their limbs, jumping, and flattening themselves against the floor. As a human, Obi-Wan was hampered by his solid skeletal frame, but he had practiced for hours until he could judge the best way to move with a minimum of effort. He had even had private tutorials with the Jedi Knight Fy-Tor-Ana, known for her grace.

Star Wars: Jedi Quest: The Dangerous Games.

Ferus Olin likewise, shares Obi-Wan's sentiments regarding Fy-Tor-Ana's fighting style.

He(Ferus) already suspected who was inside: Fy-Tor-Ana, the Jedi known for her grace with a lightsaber.

Star Wars: The Last of The Jedi: Underworld

Solace and Ferus take out several attack droids in seconds. While the text states the Solace moves faster than Ferus, it should be noted that he had only recently started to use a lightsaber since he left the order and that he did not sleep or eat since he met up with the Jedi Knight.

Malorum and his officers had withdrawn most of the stormtroopers, but they had left attack droids to continue the patrols, to prevent interference from intruders. Ferus bounded toward the first group as it wheeled to engage them. His lightsaber moved rapidly as he mowed through them from one side while Solace took the other. She was all movement and no wasted motion, her lightsaber a blur. She was faster and better than Ferus and together they destroyed the droids in only seconds. They met in the middle and raced through the gap they'd created, smoke rising around them. Trever kicked through the hot metal and followed.

Star Wars: The Last of The Jedi: Underworld

Fy-Tor-Ana hold off a large force of Stormtroopers.

When he and Solace had returned from the disaster at the Jedi Temple, Solace had heard the battle before he did. She had leaped off the ship and straight into the thick of it.

He(Trever) had seen battles before, but none like this. He had run from Imperial officers, he had broken into buildings, he had taken the risks needed to maintain his own black-market operation, but this was different. This was terrifying. The eerily white stormtroopers were bent on annihilating everything in their path.

He had caught glimpses of Solace, fighting furiously to save her followers. He'd seen her moving, diving, never losing her balance or her grace despite the ferocity of her attack. Her lightsaber was a beacon of light, glowing green through the smoke.

She would lose. She would hold out as long as she could, but she could not win. There were simply too many of them. Almost everybody was dead now. Slaughtered without thought, without pause.

Star Wars: The Last of The Jedi: Death on Naboo

Fy-Tor-Ana is said to have moved down several Stormtroopers

She'd personally taken down squads of stormtroopers. It was truly too dangerous for her to be here.

Star Wars: The Last of the Jedi: A Tangled Web

Fy-Tor-Ana moves quite fast

"We keep a vehicle here, just in case," he said. "I think it's a good idea to get out of this quadrant." They were heading toward the vehicle when five stormtroopers suddenly entered. The leader's head turned. "ID does," he ordered in his metallic voice.

"What should we do?" Arnie murmured. "Bluff our way through?"

"If they find you with outsiders, it could compromise you," Oryon said.

"No talking allowed," rapped out the storm-trooper. The rest of the stormtroopers headed toward them.

"I can take care of this," Solace said.

"There's an entire squad," Amie said.

"Don't worry, she's not kidding," Trever said. The stormtroopers raised their blasters.

Solace moved. She held out a hand and the Force slammed into the first two stormtroopers, knocking them backward. The remaining stormtroopers ran toward the group, but Solace was already moving, swinging her lightsaber in a clean arc that decapitated three with one blow. She kicked out with a foot, ducked, and turned in a complete circle and took out the leader and the remaining trooper.

Wil grinned. "You didn't tell us you were a Jedi."

Solace clipped her lightsaber back onto her utility belt. "You didn't ask."

Star Wars: The Last of The Jedi: A Tangled Web

Something alerted him, a flicker at the corner of his vision. It was a security droid, trying to get a fix on his position. Trever reached for a charge in his belt, but Solace had already seen the droid. She leaped up to slash it in two with her lightsaber.

And just like that, they were spotted.

Security droids wheeled and advanced, firing at them. Oryon raced from the dataport, Solace covering his retreat with her lightsaber. She moved like wind and water, with no trace of effort. Her lightsaber was a revolving circle of light. Trever waited, knowing that Oryon and Solace would come for him.

They did, running quickly, Oryon's blaster firing, Solace's lightsaber arcing and moving. Trever tossed a few half alpha-charges and then ran.

Solace motioned to them and they charged into a small shuttle. Oryon jumped behind the controls. Trever leaped for the laser cannon. He blasted away at the droids as Oryon fired up the engines and they zoomed out of the hangar and shot up into the atmosphere. In moments, the landing platform was a spot on the surface of

the planet. A thin trail of gray smoke marked where the fire was.

"So much for not attracting attention," Oryon said.

"Can't be helped," Solace answered.

Star Wars: The Last of The Jedi: A Tangled Web

"The captain has been arrested," Solace said. "I am in charge."

"That's a violation of authority," the droid said. "I'll have to summon - "

In a flash, Solace moved forward, lightsaber in hand, and sliced his head off.

"Oh, dear," the disembodied head said.

With an expert slice, Solace disabled its control panel even as she continued to race down the hall.

"Ah, now I get it," Roan said. "Ferus found his Jedi."

They raced down the hallway, following Solace to the cockpit. Trever was impressed at how quickly Roan integrated himself in the group. He moved to Solace's right, letting Oryon cover her left. Dona stayed behind with Trever. The five of them weren't exactly an elite attack group, but Trever had no doubt they would win.

Solace activated the doors of the cockpit and charged in, lightsaber in hand. The new security droids began to fire their laser cannons, raising their forearms. Fire pinged through the cockpit in streaks of energy. Trever dropped and rolled.

In less than a minute, Solace had sliced through three droids and somersaulted in the air to knock down another before burying her lightsaber in its control panel. Then she reversed to take down four droids standing guard. Oryon and Roan took care of the rest.

The cockpit was now filled with smoking droids and fused metal, and Solace had her lightsaber pointed at the chest of the officer in charge. "You don't want to push me, do you?" she asked. She wasn't even breathing hard.

Star Wars: The Last of The Jedi: A Tangled Web

Ferus and Solace raced forward as the troopers began firing. Their lightsabers whirled as they charged. Roan and Oryon stayed behind, firing their blasters. Clive and Astri placed themselves in front of Dona, Trever, and Lune, their blasters in hand.

Ferus was not used to fighting with Solace. Her style surprised him. She was a loner, and, at this point, a reluctant Jedi. But her fighting style was as generous as it was aggressive. Her leaps were liquid, and she seemed to be everywhere at once, protecting Ferus and guiding them all downward even as she vanquished the troopers. Ferus couldn't read her intentions as quickly as he should, but it didn't matter. She read his. She countered his moves, reinforced his strikes, and covered his back.

When the clones were littered around them, he deactivated his lightsaber and nodded at her in admiration. "Thanks."

Star Wars: The Last of The Jedi: A Tangled Web

They had found two Jedi still alive, so that was something. Solace, who had the most awesome fighting style and the shortest temper Trever had ever seen. Somehow he'd always imagined Jedi as placid and calm, but Solace's moods ranged from grumpy to testy.

Star Wars: The Last of the Jedi: Return of The Dark Side

"Stormtroopers!" Astri shouted.

"No kidding!" Solace yelled back.

The blasterfire streaked down the hallway. Solace pulled her lightsaber out of the molten metal doorway and began advancing, her lightsaber dancing. She didn't know what the Jedi on the other side of the door would do, but a little help would be nice. But no one arrived.

The stormtroopers released two droidekas in wheel mode. No Jedi wanted to tangle with a droideka. They were hard to shut down, and their double-barreled blaster cannonfire could give even a Jedi a battle headache. Solace leaped out of the way, trying to figure out a way to get past the deflector shields without being blown to bits.

Another stormtrooper rolled a grenade down toward her. Solace kicked it back with one foot while leaping up to take down the seeker droid overhead. More storm-troopers poured out of the lift tube. The grenade exploded, sending three of them flying.

She certainly had her hands full.

Thanks a lot, whoever you are, Solace thought. The Jedi had obviously escaped out of the room through the window.

Well, the galaxy had changed, and the remaining Jedi had changed along with it. It was every Jedi for himself or herself now.

Wasn't that what she'd told Ferus?

A spasm of blasterfire came a little close for comfort. Her battle mind had slipped for a moment. It wasn't like her to start thinking in the middle of a battle. That could be deadly.

Suddenly a tall human male came swinging out of the turbolift shaft. Solace didn't get a glimpse of his face, hidden in the shadows of a hood. But his lightsaber work was extraordinary. The stormtroopers were surrounded now, and Solace and the mysterious Jedi moved as a team. The tall Jedi was obviously familiar with droidekas. He charged, his lightsaber in a spinning arc, and with deft precision struck them at a vulnerable point Solace hadn't known existed, underneath their shell, near their repulsorlift motors.

The Jedi leaped over the remaining stormtroopers and landed by her side. She had a quick impression of chromium eyes, pale skin, and a melancholy face.He jerked his chin toward the window in the hallway, where Clive and Astri had taken shelter in a doorway.

She read his intent without words. It was time to get out of there.

They raced down the hallway together, still deflecting fire from the remaining stormtroopers. Solace signaled to Clive and Astri, who leaped out the window, using their liquid cables. Solace and the Jedi followed. They landed on the roof next door and raced across it, dodging vents and debris.

The Jedi took the lead. It was obvious that he had planned an escape route. He led them to an empty lift tube shaft that had a small door on the roof. Using their liquid cables, Astri and Clive rappelled down the shaft. Solace and the Jedi jumped.

—The Last of The Jedi: Secret Weapon

He found he could move fast if he had to, but not as fast as Ry-Gaul and Solace. He scuttled forward, moving on his elbows now. Solace had disappeared into the blackness ahead. Then Ry-Gaul shot out of the opening. Clive pushed himself through.

He emerged on a rocky beach of black sand. The Jedi's eyes must have adjusted immediately, but it took him a few long moments to see through the early dawn and the streaking, icy rain. The outdoor landing platform glistened ahead. There were no lights on. He could barely make out some droid hover-loaders in inactive mode. I took him several blinks to see the figures walking quickly toward a black starship. Stormtroopers surrounded a slight figure, propelling her forward by her elbows. Sometimes her feet dragged and they yanked her up.

The stormtroopers hadn't seen Solace and Ry-Gaul yet. The Jedi were moving so quietly and so fast that

Clive could barely see them himself. His job was to stay out of the battle and snatch Amie.

Through the spitting rain he saw the spinning arc of lightsabers. Ry-Gaul raised a hand and an entire line of stormtroopers shot backward as though pushed by a tur-bodozer. He couldn't see Solace, just the tracing of light moving through the air as bodies slammed into pavement. Now streaks of blasterfire shattered the blackness like cracks on glass. All the while he was running, lungs aching. He could hear his panting breath.

He had seen Ferus use his lightsaber, but Clive felt a fresh sense of amazement at witnessing the two Jedi in action. It was perfect movement, perfect timing. For two Jedi who rarely strung a sentence together, they knew how to communicate. Ry-Gaul and Solace made taking down two squads of stormtroopers armed with blasters and grenades look easy.

It was all so fast. He knew they couldn't wait for him, but he was falling behind. Amie was in danger.

Star Wars: The Last of The Jedi: Against the Empire

Physical Prowess

Note: Solace is described as a “he” because her true identity is not yet known and she is in disguise.

He was a short being, with compact muscles, and wore a close-fitting helmet over his features. His waist was tightly cinched with a belt that held a variety of weapons. He didn't assume a threatening pose, however. He seemed casual as he watched them move closer, the Erased all holding their weapons and training them on him.

The Last of The Jedi: Underworld

Force Abilities

Though not necessarily a Force Powerhouse in the same way as Jaden Korr, Fy-Tor-Ana still possesses typical abilities of a Jedi Master.

Force Speed/Valor/Augmentation

Note: In this given quote, Solace/Fy-Tor-Ana's identity has yet to be revealed, thus is Ferus refers to her as a creature.

Ferus heard a whisper above. That was his only warning as a black shape suddenly dropped from the ceiling into their path.

He didn't have time to grab his lightsaber hidden in his cloak. That's how fast the creature was.

Star Wars: The Last of The Jedi: Underworld

"Who's he?" Solace asked, indicating Clive.

"The answer to your dreams, precious," Clive said, linking an arm through hers. "Let me buy you a grog."

In a flash, Solace slipped out of his grasp, twisted one of his arms behind his back, and had her lightsaber hilt nudged up against his chin.

"Did I mention Solace was a Jedi, too?" Ferus asked.

Star Wars: Last of The Jedi: Underworld

Fy-Tor-Ana: A Jedi Knight known for her split second reflexes….

The Complete Star Wars Enyclopedia

Solace pulls Trever, Oryon and keets along with her to safety whilst swimming. Oryon is a Bothan male, Trever is a 13 year old human male and Keets is a human male. Thus suggesting that Solace's strength is quite above average.

It was impossible, Trever thought, twisting through the cold water with Oryon. The water was so cold he could barely feel his feet or hands. He knew his body was failing him. Solace continued to stroke ahead, but he could feel Oryon tiring. Even a Bothan couldn't keep up with a Jedi. And there were too many lights now to get to Solace's ship without being seen.

He didn't know how he found the strength to go on, but watching Solace's strength somehow helped him. When she felt them flagging, she swam behind them and hooked a line onto Oryon's belt, then swam forward, Keets now on her back, his eyes closed. With immense effort, she pulled all of them through the water.

When they finally surfaced, they were far from the scaffolding where the stormtroopers were searching. They could see the lights play on the water far down the tunnel.

Star Wars: The Last of The Jedi: Death on Naboo

Telekinesis

Solace moved. She held out a hand and the Force slammed into the first two stormtroopers, knocking them backward.

Star Wars: The Last of The Jedi: A Tangled Web

He and Solace concentrated the Force. This was a difficult task for any Jedi, especially one who had never achieved Master status. To lift a heavy object in the air using only the Force took great concentration.

No, Ferus told himself, remembering the lessons of Yoda. Not concentration. Belief.

The beam rose in the air, rotated, and traveled across the empty air to the hangar tower next door. It entered one of the openings and shuddered as it hit. It held.

They now had a bridge to cross over. Hundreds of kilometers in the air, with no railing . . . but a bridge.

Star Wars: The Last of The Jedi: A Tangled Web

Mind Trick

"You'll need the ship registries," Solace said. "I'll push them through."

"You'll need the registries. I'd better push them through." The salesman disappeared inside his temporary office.

Star Wars: The Last of The Jedi: Reckoning
The Last of the Jedi.
The Last of the Jedi.

Conclusion

Despite her years of inactivity, Fy-Tor-Ana, as Solace, is stated to be so big of a threat that the entirety of the Imperial army was mobilized against her, though she lacks actual duels against prominent foes, she seems to be quite similar to another character I've done a Respect Thread for, though i hesitate to say she's as strong as Soara Antana, Fy-Tor-Ana is an excellent duelist and possesses very few, but decent force abilities. This thread had actually been completed several years ago on a forum, but i've recently accessed the old forum and thought i'd share this little nugget. Thank you for your time, and have a great day.

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Desann Respect Thread

Hello, and welcome to the largest collection of quotes and accolades ever gathered for the Dark Jedi; Respect The Master of the Reborn.

“If you run into Desann, don’t try to take him on alone, now that he’s been to the Valley Of the Jedi he’ll be more powerful than ever.”

—Luke Skywalker.

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UNIVERSAL

Kyle: “Does this mean we have a new Emperor on our hands?"

Luke: “It may be worse than that.”

—Star Wars: Jedi Knight: Jedi Outcast.

“If you run into Desann, don’t try to take him on alone, now that he’s been to the Valley Of the Jedi he’ll be more powerful than ever.”

—Star Wars: Jedi Knight: Jedi Outcast: Luke SKywalker.

“Use all the skills you’ve learned..to defeat Desann.”

—Star Wars: Jedi Knight: Jedi Outcast: Perfect Guide.

“An apprentice of the Dark Jedi Desann, who challenged Luke Skywalker’s Jedi— Academy after the battle of Endor.”

—Star Wars Databanks: Tavion Axmis.

'Kyle again went rogue, working loosely with Jan on unofficial New Republic missions. Nearly eight years after Kyle defeated Jerec on Ruusan, the valley was threatened once again, this time by a former student of Master Skywalker called Desann, forcing Kyle to work alongside Luke to protect the galaxy. "

—Wizards of the Coast: Kyle Katarn.

"The valley has had few visitors since, but two of the most recent were power-hungry individuals of the worst kind: the treacherous Dark Jedi Jerec, and an outcast from Luke's New Jedi Order, the reptilian Desann."

—Wizards of the Coast: Outcasts and Megalomaniacs.

“Other than Cydon Prax, the only widely known Chistori is the Dark Jedi Desann, a failed Jedi student of the Yavin 4 academy who would make life extremely difficult for Luke Skywalker and Kyle Katarn decades after the Clone Wars.”

—Wizards of the Coast: Cydon Prax.

"Kyle soon discovers that these remnants of a shattered Empire don’t herald the resurgence of an Imperial General. Rather, they are the harbingers of a far worse adversary. A Dark Jedi named Desann…”

—Star Wars Gamer #09.

LIGHTSABER MASTERY

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Disclaimer: As with Jaden Korr, and every other NJO character, I will be describing Desann’s fighing style using the three most prominent styles presented to us by Jedi Outcast, Academy, Book of Sith, and Campaign guides.

Due to his opening stance in his fights with Kyle Katarn, Apprenticeship under Luke Skywalker, and his own Apprentice's fighting style at the time, I've come to the conclusion that Desann was mainly a practitioner of the Medium style and the Fast Style. However, due to his involvement in training both the Empire Youths and Shadowtroopers that would form the bulk of the Reborn, it is highly likely that Desann possessed enough knowledge of the Strong Style, and all other forms to train his warriors to different levels of mastery.

Luke states he fought Desann and his Reborn troops at the valley, forcing them to retreat.

“I managed to scatter Desann, and his Reborn troops, and Rogue Squadron chased away their ships. For now the Valley’s effectively sealed off.”

Star Wars: Jedi Knight: Jedi Outcast: Luke Skywalker.

'Kyle Katarn and Desann had numerous encounters with one another, suggesting a parity of skill between the two Jedi.

"Desann and Kyle had multiple hazardous confrontations, during which each combatant attempted to persuade the other to join his cause"

—Wizards of the Coast: The Dark Forces Saga: Outcasts and Megalomaniacs.

Desann duels Luke Skywalker to a stalemate. and proceeds to break his Force defenses with a Force Blast.

Here, Desann takes Katarn on a duel of epic proportions.

The battle between the fallen Jedi is regarded as "furious"

In the end, Kyle chased the Dark Jedi to the temples of Luke's Jedi academy on Yavin 4, where he and Desann engaged in furious lightsaber battle for a final time. Only Kyle emerged alive from the conflict.

—Wizards of the Coast: Outcasts and Megalomaniacs.

“A member of the lizard-like Chistori, Desann proves a formidable foe for the born-again Jedi Kyle Katarn…”

—Star Wars: Insider #088.

FORCE POWERS

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FORCE STRENGTH

Despite his age, Desann, at the time of his training under Luke, has his powers grow, significantly

"At last among similarly gifted beings, Desann finally felt accepted. But old habits die hard. The shell of his personality, developed like a protective carapace after so many years of being treated like refuse, quickly set back in, and as Desann's Force powers grew, his true colors began to show. Desann patronized weaker students on a regular basis until one Jedi trainee, Havet Storm, stood up to Desann."

—Wizards of The Coast: Outcasts and Megalomaniacs

Desann and Hethrir both used the Valley of the Jedi to increase their power.

Hethrir increased his powers fourfold by absorbing energy from Jedi and Sith spirits. After gaining that power, the two Jedi were able to imbue others with the power of the Force."

Star Wars: Threats of the Galaxy

Force Valor/Augmentation/Speed

Desann is capable of using the Force to enhance his abilities.

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Force Healing

An ability he likely learned as Jedi, Desann is capable of using the Force to heal his wounds

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Force Illusions

Desann uses the Force to create duplicates of himself capable of fooling Katarn.

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Desann’s Illusions once again toy with Katarn.

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Fear

Desann is able to use this twisted ability to instill fear into others, an ability he likely coupled with Illusions.

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Telekinesis

Desann uses the Force to break down a large structure with a gesture.

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Desann uses Force Choke on Kyle Katarn.

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Desann breaks through Luke’s Force Barrier and sends him flying into the air

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During his final confrontation with Kyle Katarn, Desann is able to shake the foundation of an entire room, and cause the ceiling tiles to fall. Watch from 00:01 to 00:23

It's plausible that Desann was capable of shaking the foundation of that very room, as his power is capable of causing large portion of tiles to come crashing down.

"When you hear Desann laugh, hug the wall and move around the room, avoiding the falling ceiling tiles..”

Star Wars: Jedi Knight: Jedi Outcast: Perfect Guide

Battle-Mind

Desann is capable of using Battle-Mind.

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Dark Rage

Desann is capable of using the Dark Side to enhance his abilities.

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Credit of these beautifully done images goes to their original creator(s).
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Conclusion

Strength, Power, and Ambition, these three words define what Desann as a character. Unlike most fallen Jedi, Desann's abilities flourished under the guidance of the Dark Side even prior to him using the Valley of the Jedi's legendary power, Desann was already of a Force to be reckoned with, and with the Valley at his disposal, he became a threat that even Luke was cautious with. While not a Sith Lord, like Lumiya, nor a highly trained Jedi/Inquisitor like Jerec, Desann, with his limited training was still able of achieving a level of power and influence that was labeled as a galactic threat. Though he was no match for Katarn, one cannot help but wonder what would have happen if Desann had received proper training in the Dark Side? I, for one, shudder at the thought.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read my Respect Thread for Desann, I hope you enjoyed reading it, as much as I enjoyed making it. Please share your thoughts down below, and I will see you all in the next one.

—Sincerely, Fated Xtasy

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Disciples of Ragnos Respect Thread

This thread combines the accolades and feats of the Reborn and Cult followers of Ragnos. Respect the Cult of Marka Ragnos.

“Thanks to you, the weakling Jedi who scorned me will soon be erased from history, replaced by a new race of warriors. Strong warriors. Warriors who know that the Force is not a shield to protect the weak, but is in reality a weapon to empower the worthy!”

—Desann

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Shared Universal

“Reborn Jedi are not to be written off as pushovers.”

—Star Wars: Jedi Knight: Jedi Outcast: Perfect Guide.

“[The Reborn Warrior]Slightly better trained than Regular Reborn troops..”

—Star Wars: Jedi Knight: Jedi Outcast: Perfect Guide.

“Reborn Adept use either a single lightsaber(with all three combat styles active), a dual-bladed saber, or dual lightsabers. They usually flip around a lot, and use basic defensive, and offensive Force Powers mixed in with their attacks.”

—Star Wars: Jedi Knight: Jedi Academy: Prima’s Official Strategy Guide.

“[Reborn] Warriors are basically jacked up versions of the basic Reborn Adept, and use more Force Powers than their less experienced brothers, All ranged weapons are pretty much useless.”

—Star Wars: Jedi Knight: Jedi Academy: Prima’s Official Strategy Guide.

“[Reborn] Masters are the most advanced of all Reborn, and use all varieties of lightsabers with all available styles. They have ALL available Force Powers, so be ready for a challenge when you see one..”

—Star Wars: Jedi Knight: Jedi Academy: Prima’s Official Strategy Guide.

Lightsaber Skill/Mastery

Due to their training under Desann and later, Tavion Axmis. The Reborn and Cultist are users of the New Jedi Order Combat Styles, which include the Medium Style, the Fast Style and the Strong Style. Under the guidance of Tavion Axmis, the New Reborn became a more versatile breed of warriors by learning how to use Jar'Kai and how to properly wield a Saber-Staff.

"Like the Reborn Warrior, but more focused on charging with a standard lightsaber attacks."

—Star Wars: Jedi Knight: Jedi Outcast: Perfect Guide.

The Reborn Masters of Desann's time are incredibly agile and fight smart in groups.

“The toughest of all Reborn, these guys[Reborn Masters] are excruciatingly fast and cunning with the Lightsaber.”

—Star Wars: Jedi Knight: Jedi Outcast: Perfect Guide.

Reborn Adepts, are skilled in multiple forms of combat.

“Reborn Adept use either a single lightsaber(with all three combat styles active), a dual-bladed saber, or dual lightsabers.."

—Star Wars: Jedi Knight: Jedi Academy: Prima’s Official Strategy Guide.

Adepts have mastered defensive Lightsaber techniques to such a degree that they render common weapons ineffectual.

“All ranged weapons are pretty much useless.”

—Star Wars: Jedi Knight: Jedi Academy: Prima’s Official Strategy Guide

Reborn Masters use a wide array of Lightsabers and have mastered several Lightsaber forms.

“[Reborn] Masters are the most advanced of all Reborn, and use all varieties of lightsabers with all available styles...”

—Star Wars: Jedi Knight: Jedi Academy: Prima’s Official Strategy Guide.

Though some Reborn are incapable of using the Force to it's fullest capacity, their Mastery of the lightsaber still makes them a force to be reckoned with.

“Even though they have been granted the ability to use the Force, their aptitude to wield it is not very strong, but their ability with the Lightsaber compensates for this shortcoming.”

—Star Wars: Threats of the Galaxy

Marksmanship

The Cultist Commando excels at using the Blaster Pistol, and is capable of firing at an alarming rate due to his Force ability.

“Cultist Commando: These guys pack dual Blaster Pistols and fire at extremely high rate..”

—Star Wars: Jedi Knight: Jedi Academy: Prima’s Official Strategy Guide

Force Powers

Marka Ragnos, the Exalted One ,worshiped by Reborn and Cultist alike.
Marka Ragnos, the Exalted One ,worshiped by Reborn and Cultist alike.

Force Strength

Reborn Masters have achieved an alarming degree of mastery over the Force that they are capable of drawing from both the Light and Dark Sides of the Force, and have several Force abilities at their disposal, both basic and advanced, as well as defensive and offensive.

“They(Reborn Masters) have ALL available Force Powers, so be ready for a challenge when you see one..”

—Star Wars: Jedi Knight: Jedi Academy: Prima’s Official Strategy Guide.

Thanks to the Valley of the Jedi, the Reborn found their abilities and potential increase by a substantial amount.

“Brought to Ruusan, the Empire Youths found their innate powers had quadrupled.”

—Star Wars: Jedi Vs Sith: Essential Guide to the Force.

Force Valor/Augmentation/Speed

Reborn Masters are devastatingly fast.

“These guys[Reborn Masters] are excruciatingly fast…”

—Star Wars: Jedi Knight: Jedi Outcast: Perfect Guide.

The Cultist Commando is capable of moving at high velocities, and would force young Jaden Korr to augment his speed in order to best him.

“Cultist Commando: These guys pack dual Blaster Pistols and fire at extremely high rates. They have extremely high agility ratings, so use Force Speed if necessary”

—Star Wars: Jedi Knight: Jedi Academy: Prima’s Official Strategy Guide.



Telekinesis

The Reborn Warrior uses his ability to throw his Lightsaber intelligently.

“[Reborn]Warriors are more confident with the Lightsaber and use the Saber Throw power whenever they see the opening.”

—Star Wars: Jedi Knight: Jedi Outcast: Perfect Guide.

The Grip Cultist has mastered the Telekinetic aspects of the Force

"[Grip Cultist] Has trained exclusively in the Dark Side of the Force mastering Force Grip”

—Star Wars: Jedi Knight: Jedi Academy: Prima’s Official Strategy Guide.

Drain

Like the Grip Cultist, these Cultist have achieved an intriguing level of Mastery over Force Drain.

“Drain Cultist: Just like above, but they use Force Drain instead of grip.”

—Star Wars: Jedi Knight: Jedi Academy: Prima’s Official Strategy Guide.

Force Lightning

Like his Grip and Drain brethren, this Cultist has studied the Dark Side and achieved a mastery of Force Lightning.

“Lightning Cultist: Just like above, but uses Force Lightning.”

—Star Wars: Jedi Knight: Jedi Academy: Prima’s Official Strategy Guide.

Force Destruction

The Cultist Destroyer has achieved such a level of Mastery that he is capable of using Force Destruction, a powerful ability that is predominantly seen in the hands of individuals with substantial power over the Force.

“Cultist Destroyer: Only rumored to exist, these cultist supposedly channel the Dark Side of the Force to charge themselves up with a blast of Force Destruction , then run at their enemies and destroy everything within range.

—Star Wars: Jedi Knight: Jedi Academy: Prima’s Official Strategy Guide.

Force Resistance/Absorption

Reborn Troops are capable of resisting Force abilities.

“Reborn Jedi are not to be written off as pushovers. Force Powers don’t work well against them.”

—Star Wars: Jedi Knight: Jedi Outcast: Perfect Guide.

All Reborn Troops are capable of resisting most Force abilities

“Remember, your force powers have a limited effect against Reborn Jedi of any type”

—Star Wars: Jedi Knight: Jedi Outcast: Perfect Guide.

The Cultists are capable of defending against basic Force abilities.

“[Cult Advanced Duelist] Like the standard duelists, except they use basic defensive Force Powers.”

—Star Wars: Jedi Knight: Jedi Academy: Prima’s Official Strategy Guide

Conclusion

The Reborn are among the most fearsome forces to threaten the galaxy, once they integrated with the Cultist and formed the Disciples of Ragnos under Tavion Axmis, they became a threat that was considered far worse than anything Luke Skywalker had faced before. The term "Dangerous alone, deadly together."is a fitting term for these Dark Jedi. Looking at the power the Reborn and Cultist both wielded from the Valley of the Jedi and the Scepter of Ragnos, respectively, it's safe to say that these sights are tremendous beacons of power, and those that draw on that power gain a tremendous mastery over the Force.

Thank you for reading this thread. I hope you enjoyed it. This here is the first installation in a three-part series of Respect Threads that will be sure to shed some light on some interesting and obscure characters. Once again, thank you for reading, I have been Fated Xtasy and I will see you in the next one!

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The Jedi-Sith Clone Community Respect Thread.

Hello everyone, Fated Xtasy here bringing you all another respect thread; this time however, the thread features three of the most powerful clones of the Jedi-Sith clones. This thread will be split four different sections, three of which will belong to the Clones and one which will contain feats and quotes that are shared by the Community as a whole. Hope you enjoy.

Respect The Community.

Shared Universal

Elite and handpicked stormtroopers fear the clones.

"... their hostility toward their confinement is growing, as is their power. Even the stormtroopers seem frightened by them... "

—Star Wars: Crosscurrent

One of the leading researchers suggests that the best way to kill the Clones is by using an incredibly deadly and powerful gas known as trihexalon.

"... lost control. The lower level is sealed and I have requested of the Grand Admiral that the experiment be terminated along with the Subjects by way of a trihexalon gas protocol. All of the surviving staff members agree with this recommendation."

"From the sound of it, that was the right thing to do. They thought them dangerous enough to gas them with hex, Jaden."

—Star Wars: Crosscurrent( Khedryn Faal)

Khedryn's good eye followed his lazy one away from Jaden's face. "They combined Jedi DNA with something else and grew it into clones. Dangerous clones."

—Star Wars: Crosscurrent{Khedryn Faal)

Jaden nodded. "And I'm not asking you to. I'm asking you to recognize the fact that you will be able to do nothing for me should I meet the clones. They will be dangerous, too dangerous for you.”

—Star Wars: Crosscurrent(Jaden Korr)

Segments of stormtrooper armor containing bits of desiccated body parts littered the corridor between Jaden and the lift. Large pieces of security droids lay strewn about the hall, likewise dismembered—here a leg, there a torso, there a head, the eyes gone dark. Jaden recognized the work of a lightsaber, and a skilled combatant at that.

—Star Wars: Crosscurrent

Shared Force Strength

The Clones have mastered their basic and slightly advanced force powers.

“Memory imprinting will begin soon, though the subjects appear to have been born with extant knowledge of their Force sensitivity. All have exhibited mastery of basic and moderately advanced Force techniques.”

—Star Wars: Crosscurrent(Dr. Black)

The community is stated to have an incredibly high Midi-chlorian count>

Testing reveals an extraordinarily high midi-chlorian count in all subjects. Grand Admiral Thrawn has been apprised of the results."

—Star Wars: Crosscurrent

After an unspecified amount of time past, a new doctor states that the Community’s power is growing

"... their hostility toward their confinement is growing, as is their power.”

—Star Wars: Crosscurrent(Dr. Gray)

The Community is stated to have honed their abilities.

For years they had plotted, planned. In the dark of their cages, working only by touch and their connection to the Force and to one another, they'd secretly constructed lightsabers, honed their powers, and bided their time until the reckoning.

—Star Wars: Riptide

Shared Force Concealment

Jaden Korr is unable to sense the other Clones, although his senses have been clouded due to his doubt and self-described “benign” force sensitivity .

Jaden felt entirely exposed. More of them could appear at any moment. He reached out with the Force. He perceived no one else, but it was possible they could screen their presences.

—Star Wars: Crosscurrent.

Force Bond

The Community shares a powerful Force Bond.

"Subject H was killed by the other Subjects in an incident of collective... rage. We are unsure what sparked the incident."

The holo faded. Jaden sped it forward but encountered nothing for some time. Then Black appeared again, the circles under his eyes dark enough to have been drawn in ink. He licked his lips nervously as he spoke.

"... appear to have an unusual connection to one another, empathetic certainly. Possibly telepathic. This was unexpected. Dr. Gray believes that... "

—Star Wars: Crosscurrent

The clones’ bonds enable them to empower one another.

He stared at his fingers in wonder, grinning. The emotions of the other clones reached through their community's shared empathic connection and bombarded him with feeling. He felt their glee, their ecstasy, their anger. His emotions fed on theirs, and theirs on his, a never-ending feedback loop, an ouroboros of emotional energy that made him feel as if he were boiling inside, filling with emotional steam that he could vent only in bestial shouts, in discharges of lightning.

—Star Wars: Riptide

Alpha: Clone of Kam Solusar.

No Caption Provided

Universal

Eyes narrowed, teeth bared, he snarled... and in the sound Jaden heard the violent nature that had slaughtered hundreds of people and thrown their corpses into a cloning pit turned mass grave.

—Star Wars: Crosscurrent

Jaden put down his mug. "I think you're both right. Biology isn't destiny or we're all just droids of flesh. Choice is what makes us human. But biology does constrain choice. Can the clones choose a path other than the violence for which they were bred?" He shrugged, swirling the caf in his mug. "Maybe. But the clone I faced on the moon was insane, and powerful in the dark side of the Force. If the others are like him, they're potentially dangerous. At the least we must take them into custody."

—Star Wars: Riptide

Lightsaber Skill

Note: The Alpha Clone's fighting, and the style of the clones in general, is hard to gauge. Mostly due to the fact that they build lightsabers in secret and nothing states that they were trained them. Another factor that makes their styles difficult to judge is the era in which they were created(Thrawn era) and the time in which Luke Skywalker established his academy (3-4 years after Thrawn's death), it's highly unlikely that these clones knew/were imprinted with Knowledge of the Three Style of the New Jedi Order, therefore, i will be using the Seven Traditional Forms of Lightsaber Combat instead,

Due to Alpha's stated "controlled savagery", tendency to attack with raw power, and less than graceful acrobatics, it's my belief that through the use of "memory imprinting," Alpha gained knowledge of the seventh form of the traditional styles, Juyo or perhaps the equally ferocious, fifth form's Djem So variant.

The Kam Solusar Clone takes on the prodigious Jaden Korr, besting Korr with his superior strength, however due to Jaden’s use of Force Lightning he is able to daze the clone and kill him.

"You have come to pay homage to Mother," said a voice, a dry, rough version of Kam Solusar's voice.

A figure stepped from the darkness on the far side of the chamber. Shaggy white hair—the color of Master Solusar's—hung loose almost to the clone's waist. Most of his features, too, reminded Jaden of Kam—the high forehead, angled cheeks—but not the eyes. The clone's eyes were as dark and lifeless as pools of stagnant water.

"Kam Solusar," Jaden said, the words slipping free before he could stop them.

The clone sneered, and in that expression lost any resemblance to Master Solusar, who so often wore a smile.

"I do not know that name," the clone said. "I am Alpha."

Alpha wore mismatched attire: clothing salvaged from the facility, bits of stormtrooper armor on both shoulders, the forearms, and the hands, and a rough, handmade cloak fashioned from the hide of some creature that must have lived under the ice in the moon's seas. In the clone's movements, Jaden caught the suggestion of an imposing physicality, controlled savagery. He looked larger than Kam, more there.

Jaden cleared his throat, stepped forward. He lowered his lightsaber but did not deactivate it. "I have come here to... help you."

The clone held his sneer. "We require no help from you. Only the ship that brought you."

"We?"

"Are you Jedi or Sith?"

Jaden took a half step sideways, as if to avoid the ugly import of the question. He reached the edge of the cloning cylinder and winced when he saw within it.

Bodies lay piled in a grotesque heap, a tangle of decayed limbs, torsos, heads, and tattered clothing—a compost heap of butchery. Empty eye sockets stared up at Jaden. Age-ruined lips showed teeth bared in snarls.

"Beautiful, is it not?" asked the Kamclone. "Mother is where life begins and ends."

The stink caused Jaden's eyes to water. He guessed that almost every person in the facility had ended up inside the cylinder, inside Mother.

Fighting down his disgust, he asked, "How many are you? How many survived?"

"How many of them?" the clone said, and a knowing malice slinked into his dead eyes. "Or us?"

The clone stepped to the edge of Mother and started walking the circumference of the cylinder toward Jaden.

Instinctually, Jaden walked the circumference in the same direction, away from the clone, the two of them pacing the face of a chrono, keeping time under the shadow of the inevitable.

The clone nodded at the cylinder, an insane reverence smoothing his expression. "We return here from time to time to thank Mother for our lives. She can create it from the root of a hair, Dr. Green once told me. You were right, Dr. Green," he said to one of the corpses.

Jaden felt entirely exposed. More of them could appear at any moment. He reached out with the Force. He perceived no one else, but it was possible they could screen their presences.

They continued their circling, the pace quickening. Jaden knew what must come but he delayed it, discontented with the realization that all he had endured, all he had asked others to endure, had resulted in no answers. The clones had showed him nothing. The Kamclone was mad. Perhaps they all were. Perhaps he himself was, too.

"Why do you walk away from me?" the Kamclone said.

"Because it does not have to be this way."

"It does," the clone said, his right hand twitching. "Mother is hungry."

Jaden stopped pacing, and his abrupt stop seemed to take the clone by surprise. "I cannot help you," he said.

"You can," the clone said, also stopping. "And you will. You will give us your ship."

"No."

From under his cloak, the clone drew his lightsaber and activated it. A long, unstable red blade cut the shadows, spitting angry sparks.

The clone's facade ran like candle wax, the heat of his rage melting the calm mask of his expression to reveal the savagery beneath. Eyes narrowed, teeth bared, he snarled... and in the sound Jaden heard the violent nature that had slaughtered hundreds of people and thrown their corpses into a cloning pit turned mass grave.

"Mother is hungry!"

Jaden prepared himself, sank into the calm of the Force.

The clone ran one way around the pit and Jaden ran the opposite. They met after fifteen strides, still on Mother's edge, both lightsabers humming. Jaden ducked low under the clone's decapitating cross-stroke and stabbed at his abdomen.

The clone reverse-backflipped, balancing on the pit's edge, then immediately charged Jaden again. He feinted low and unleashed a vicious overhand blow, then another, and another. Jaden parried each one, but the blows began to numb his arms. He let the Force soothe his muscles and augment his strength, and answered with a flurry of blows of his own.

The clone gave no ground, and Jaden could not penetrate his defenses. They crossed blades at the chest, weapons sizzling, the sparks from the clone's blade searing scorch marks into Jaden's suit. The clone grunted, shoved Jaden two meters backward, and lunged after him.

Jaden leapt over his head, flipping, his blade slashing down as he flew over the clone, but the clone parried. Jaden landed on his feet on the edge of the pit and the clone was upon him, forcing his lightsaber high and landing a Force-augmented kick in his chest. Ribs snapped and Jaden staggered backward.

Following up on the opening, the clone leapt forward and cross-cut Jaden at the knees. Jaden leapt over the slash, used an overcut to drive the clone's blade into the deck, where it threw up a shower of sparks. Jaden spun, and angled a reverse-cross-cut for the clone's head.

The clone lurched backward but the tip of Jaden's blade opened a gash in his throat. Staggered, gasping, the clone swung wildly with his lightsaber while unleashing a telekinetic blast against Jaden's chest.

Jaden used the Force to deaden the blow, but his broken ribs ground against one another and he hissed with pain. By now the clone had recovered enough to charge. He attacked high, low, overhand, cross-cuts, Jaden parried them all while backing off. The clone did not relent, pressing Jaden further, faster. Jaden answered where he could but the clone's blade seemed everywhere. Jaden parried left, right, again, again, until he felt a sharp, stinging sensation and both his lightsaber and three fingers went flying off into the darkness.

A side kick from the clone ruined his already broken ribs and sent him down into Mother. He fell amid the corpses, swimming in the gore, feeling as if dead hands were clutching at him. Stinking, wet fluid soaked him. Before he could sit up, the clone leapt into the pit after him and landed on his feet with his legs to either side of Jaden. Jaden could not see the Kamclone's face, could see only the sparking line of his red lightsaber held high for a killing stroke. Jaden focused his mind on the blade as it came down. He threw up an arm, grabbed the clone's wrist, and steered the blade wide.

The clone grunted in frustration, knelt, and grabbed Jaden's throat with his free hand.

"Do not resist. You should be honored to provide sustenance to Mother," he said, and began to squeeze.

Desperate, and still holding the clone's right wrist to keep the sizzling red line of his lightsaber at bay, Jaden used his wounded right hand to claw at the clone's grip, trying to dig his remaining fingers under the clone's and pry loose some space for an inhalation. Failing that, he tried to roll aside, to shift his weight and gain some leverage, or free a leg to kick out, but the clone's Force-augmented strength was greater than Jaden's.

Jaden gagged, tried to shake loose by flailing his head, but failed. His lungs forced him to try to draw air. Unable to pull in oxygen, he saw spots. The clone grunted against Jaden's fading grip, his dark eyes wild, saliva dripping from his gritted teeth.

Jaden's arms were deadwood hanging off his shoulders. As he lost strength, the clone's lightsaber moved closer to his throat. The sparks from the unstable blade struck Jaden's face and arm, pock

marking his skin with tiny scorch marks, igniting little flashes of pain. His heart banged in his ears. He was failing. He was going to die.

The realization summoned something from deep within the dark crevices of his mind where he kept secrets even from himself. Force lightning exploded from his hand, squeezed out by the exigency of his circumstances. The blue lines spiraled around the clone's hand and lightsaber.

The clone gasped with surprise, loosened his grip, disengaged. Jaden gulped a lungful of air while the darkness within him swelled and the outburst of Force lightning intensified. Jaden knew that fear had unlocked the darkest part of himself, knew, too, that he could free that part, surrender to it, and save his body while destroying himself.

But he thought of Kyle, of his training, of Relin, and denied the impulse. The Force lightning died.

The clone recovered, growled, raised his lightsaber high.

Jaden reached behind his back, pulled out the lightsaber he had built in his youth, his ignorant youth, a lightsaber not so different from that held by the clone.

The clone lunged forward.

Jaden activated his lightsaber and drove the point into and through the clone's abdomen.

The clone's roar turned to a groan, but his momentum carried him forward along Jaden's blade, and as death turned his eyes glassy, he completed his overhand stroke.

The sparking red blade cleaved the bodies beside Jaden and fell from the clone's hand. It lay there, a red line spitting sparks. It had no auto-off, and its energy burned into the corpses and sank part way into the muck. Jaden stared at its red swirl a long time, the dead eyes of the clone fixed on his face all the while.

—Star Wars: Crosscurrent.

Force Powers

Telekinesis

The clone lurched backward but the tip of Jaden's blade opened a gash in his throat. Staggered, gasping, the clone swung wildly with his lightsaber while unleashing a telekinetic blast against Jaden's chest.

—Star Wars: Crosscurrent

Force Augmentation/Valor/Speed

Alpha’s blows are able to numb the arms of Jaden Korr, who was compared to a Cathar man prior to this.

Jaden parried each one, but the blows began to numb his arms. He let the Force soothe his muscles and augment his strength, and answered with a flurry of blows of his own.

—Star Wars: Crosscurrent.

Alpha attacks from every possible direction.

The clone did not relent, pressing Jaden further, faster. Jaden answered where he could but the clone's blade seemed everywhere.

—Star Wars: Crosscurrent

Alpha’s force augmented kick is enough to break ribs.

but the clone parried. Jaden landed on his feet on the edge of the pit and the clone was upon him, forcing his lightsaber high and landing a Force-augmented kick in his chest. Ribs snapped and Jaden staggered backward.

—Star Wars: Crosscurrent.

A kick destroys Jaden’s already ruined ribs.

A side kick from the clone ruined his already broken ribs and sent him down into Mother.

—Star Wars: Crosscurrent.

The Alpha clone’s strength is stated to be greater than Jaden’s

Failing that, he tried to roll aside, to shift his weight and gain some leverage, or free a leg to kick out, but the clone's Force-augmented strength was greater than Jaden's.

—Star Wars: Crosscurrent.

Jaden Korr and Alpha move their blades in blurs

Wyyrlok let the tape play, and they watched the combat between Jaden Korr and the Solusar clone. The lightsabers, green and red, made blurred wedges in the air.

—Star Wars: Riptide

Physical Prowess.

Jaden considers Alpha to be physically stronger than Kam Solusar

In the clone's movements, Jaden caught the suggestion of an imposing physicality, controlled savagery. He looked larger than Kam, more there.

—Star Wars: Crosscurrent

The Alpha clone is able to shove Jaden Korr a moderately impressive distance.

The clone grunted, shoved Jaden two meters backward, and lunged after him.

—Star Wars: Crosscurrent

Soldier, Clone of Jaden Korr; Prime of the Clones.

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Universal

He(Soldier) was different from the others. They knew it and he knew it. He was the best of them, the final specimen created by the doctors, and he showed no signs of the illness that afflicted the rest. Only the children treated him as one of them.

—Star Wars: Riptide

Seer, clone of Lumiya, considers Soldier to be perfect.

He dared not pick up the conversational thread she'd left dangling. "Whatever we flew through sped up the onset of the illness. It will kill us all."

A sly look entered her dark eyes. "Not you, Soldier. Never you. The doctors made you perfect. In body and mind."

—Star Wars: Riptide(Seer)

Nyss states that besting Soldier was more difficult than expected.

"Yes," Nyss said. "The Prime is not fully susceptible to our power. So it was : more difficult than I expected."

—Star Wars: Riptide

Lightsaber Skill

Due to his more graceful nature and preference for acrobatics, it's possible that through the use of "memory imprinting," Soldier has knowledge of the fourth form of Traditional Combat, Ataru. This would make the most sense since Soldier's prodigious use of Force Augmentation would increase his proficiency with Ataru.

Soldier briefly duels his genetic template, Jaden Korr.

One of the clones turned the corner of the stairs below him. He looked vaguely familiar to Jaden, but his long beard and shaggy hair made his features hard to discern. He wore a threadbare Imperial uniform a size too small, the whole covered in a gray cloak made from sewn blankets. The red blade of his lightsaber sizzled and sparked, its edges irregular.

The clone's wild, bloodshot eyes widened when he saw Jaden. Jaden took advantage of the clone's surprise. He drew on the Force, extended a hand, and struck the clone with a blast of concussive energy so strong it blew the clone back down the stairs and drove him into the floor. The clone lay there, dazed.

"Runner!" said a female voice.

Jaden took the stairs three at a time, bounded past the fallen clone, and saw two more-a woman, lithe and bald, and a man, tall, with long, straight brown hair and a beard. The woman carried a small girl. The man carried an unconscious woman, but when he saw Jaden, he let her slide to the ground and activated his lightsaber, red and angry.

Jaden lunged forward. The woman backed off a step, shielding the child, and the man met his charge, parrying Jaden's overhand slash with his red blade.

Across the intersected blades, Jaden locked eyes with the clone-and gasped.

He was staring into gray eyes the mirror of his own.

The realization took a moment to register, and when it did, it hit him like a punch in the face, staggering him. He lost focus, lost his concentration. The realization pulled a single word from him as implications crashed down on him.

"How?"

The clone unleashed a blast of Force that drove Jaden up against the far wall. Jaden recovered himself enough to cushion the impact with the Force, but the clone followed up immediately, leaping forward and unleashing a crosscut at Jaden's throat.

Jaden ducked under the red blade at the last moment and it cut a deep groove in the wall, causing a shower of sparks. He kicked out a leg and swept the clone's legs, but instead of falling prone, the clone caught himself on one hand before hitting the ground, pushed off, and backflipped away from Jaden.

Battle cleared the surprise from Jaden's mind, and the moment the clone's feet touched the ground, Jaden unleashed a blast of power designed to slam him into the wall.

The clone snarled, held up a hand, palm outward, and met Jaden's blast with his own. Power pressed against power and Jaden and the clone eyed each other across the landing, jaws fixed, eyes locked, neither gaining the advantage.

—Star Wars: Riptide

Soldier duels the assassin, Nyss and proves too much for the Umbaran.

Nyss felt Soldier fighting against his power, the clone's anger a match for his emptiness. Eyeing the red line of Soldier's lightsaber, its glow a direct affront to his ability, Nyss knew that he had to escape. Perhaps he and Syll together could completely cut Soldier off from the Force, but Nyss could not do it alone.

At Soldier's feet, Seer stirred, groaned. Soldier looked down and Nyss seized the opportunity, pelting out of the cockpit. Soldier roared and gave chase.

Ten strides down the hallway, Nyss hit the button to summon the lift and spun around to face Soldier's onslaught. Soldier unleashed two-handed overhand slashes that Nyss parried with his blades. The cortosis coating his blades not only allowed them to withstand the slash of a lightsaber-at least for a few passes-they also caused Soldier's weapon to spark wildly. Contact with cortosis for a long enough time could temporarily short out a lightsaber, but Soldier's blade moved so quickly that the contact between the weapons was momentary at best. But eventually, Soldier's lightsaber would destroy Nyss's blades.

Nyss dropped to the floor and swept a kick at Soldier's legs, but the clone anticipated the attack, leapt over the sweep, and slashed downward at Nyss's leg.

Nyss pulled his leg close-the lightsaber put a gash in the deck, showering the corridor in sparks-rolled aside, and rode the momentum to his feet. The clone growled and lunged at Nyss, his blade a whistling red line of slashes, stabs, and cuts. Sweating, panting, Nyss positioned his vibroblades to form a wall, answering every blow of the clone with a parry. He did not even try to counterattack. He was trying to hold his ground and play for time.

The door to the lift opened behind him.

Bursting into motion, Nyss unleashed a desperate series of stabs, blocking the clone's lightsaber out wide with one vibroblade and stabbing at his chest with the other. The clone flipped backward, temporarily disengaging, and Nyss ran for the lift. When he got inside, he slammed his hand against the button to close the doors.

Soldier roared, bounding after him.

The doors started to close, but too damned slowly.

Desperate, Nyss flung one of his blades through the shrinking opening between the doors. Soldier, unprepared for the throw, pulled up short and deflected the vibroblade with his lightsaber.

The doors closed and the turbolift started downward.

The red line of Soldier's blade shot through the metal of the doors. As the lift descended, the weapon cut a sparking vertical gash in the side-but in a few seconds, the lift had moved out of reach.

Nyss did not let himself relax. He paced the lift as it descended to the cargo bay. The supply ship had four escape pods, and he knew where he needed to go to get access to them.

The lift reached the cargo deck and the doors parted. An impact on the roof of the turbolift caused the entire car to vibrate. Soldier.

Nyss crouched low as the red line of a lightsaber scythed out of the ceiling and began to cut a circular hole in the roof. Sparks and slagged metal rained down.

"You are not getting away from me!" Soldier shouted. "And if you've harmed Grace..."

He left the threat unspoken, but Nyss understood it well enough. He bolted out of the lift and headed for the escape pods.

—Star Wars: Riptide

Soldier, Jaden Korr and Marr-Idi Shel take on the great Mother machine and are ultimately outmatched by the entity.

Seer," Soldier said, his voice thick with despair. "Are you still there, Seer?"

"She's gone," Jaden said, wincing against the power pouring off her.

"But Mother is here," said the form, her voice deep, echoing through the large chamber. "And now you will pay. Everyone will pay!"

Jaden knew they had to get through her to get back to the lifts. He did not hesitate.

"Keep the girl safe," he said to Marr, and charged.

Before he had taken three steps, Force lightning, jagged and sparking, flew from Mother's bloated fingers and slammed into him. He interposed the yellow line of his lightsaber and spun it in rapid circles, attempting to wind the lightning up around his blade, but its power was too much. It blasted through his defenses, struck his body, the pain like a dozen stabbing knives, and threw him sidewise five meters. He landed prone and filaments snaked out of the floor and wall, writhing, reaching for him. He slashed them with his lightsaber and bounded to his feet to see Soldier also charging Mother.

A rope of filaments exploded out of the floor, grabbed Soldier by the ankles, lifted him high, and slammed him back into the floor, once, twice. He looked like a rag doll.

"Soldier!" Grace cried.

Marr, with one hand still on Grace, pulled his blaster free and unloaded at Mother. The first shot struck her in the chest and left a black, smoking hole in her bloated, pale flesh. The second did the same and she roared with pain, her body spasming, writhing. Before Marr could fire another shot, Mother held up her hand and Marr's blaster flew from his hand to hers. She crushed the weapon in her fist and gestured at Marr with pinched fingers.

The Cerean rose from the ground, gagging, legs kicking.

"Run," Marr grunted at Grace, but she stood still and stared, transfixed.

Jaden fell fully into the Force, gestured with outstretched arms and two flattened palms at Mother, and unleashed a blast of power. The energy struck her full in the side, blowing her a meter sidewise and causing her to release Marr, who fell to the floor.

Jaden attacked, leaping high toward the ceiling, flipping at the apex of his leap, and taking his lightsaber in a two-handed grip so that he could split Mother in half.

But she'd already recovered from his blast. She turned her dark eyes on him, raised a hand dismissively, and seized him with her power.

He was no match for her. Her power held him against the ceiling and began to press. His breath went out of his lungs in a whoosh. His chest started to collapse. He interposed his own power to offset her, but her push was inexorable.

He watched Marr sprint to Soldier's aid, cut him free of the filaments that bound him, and help him to his feet. Jaden wanted to order them to run, to take the girl and get out of there, but he could not call out, could not do anything but use every ounce of his Force-strength to keep Mother from crushing his ribs and organs.

Marr and Soldier charged Mother. Filaments writhed out of the floor and walls to attack them from all sides. Soldier's blade flashed as he ducked, spun, leapt, and whirled, closing on Mother with every step, leaving a mess of smoking, squirming filaments in his wake. Marr, less graceful but still effective, cut his way through the filaments as he might thick foliage, slashing two-handed, spinning, using the limited techniques Jaden had taught him.

As they neared her body, she roared, and baleful green Force lightning poured from her in all directions, sheathing her in power. Jaden, on the fringe of it, felt the energy sear his flesh, smelled the stink of burning flesh, opened his mouth in a scream for which he could draw no breath.

Soldier and Marr tried to catch up the lightning in their blades, but it was too much, came at them from too many angles, and both of them fell to the ground, writhing with pain.

With Mother's attention elsewhere, Jaden felt her grip on him lessen. Despite his pain, he drew on the Force and let power explode outward from him. It freed him from her grasp and he flipped as he fell. He hit the floor on his feet, crouched, and exploded into a leap toward her, his lightsaber held high. He reached her before she could swat him aside. His blade hummed as he slashed and opened a gash in her chest.

Energy, dark and cold, exploded outward from the wound, from the walls, the floor. It blew Jaden backward and slammed him into the wall. He cushioned the blow with the Force, and that just barely kept it from cracking his skull.

Mother's eyes widened and she staggered backward, shrieking. She spasmed and raged, a storm of energy filling the room as her fury grew.

They were no match for her. Jaden could see that.

"Run!" he said, climbing to his feet. "Now!"

—Star Wars: Riptide

Force Powers

Force Augmentation/Valor/Speed

Soldier sends the clone Maker flying several meters back

Maker snatched the hilt of his lightsaber, activated it, and stabbed at Soldier's abdomen, but Soldier lurched sideways, spun, and used the momentum of the spin to put a Force-augmented kick into Maker's chest. The impact blew the air from Maker's lungs and sent him flying five meters across the cargo bay.

—Star Wars: Riptide

Despite having his connection to the force partially hindered, Soldier ‘s force augmented punch would have broken bone where it not for Nyss’ impressive ability.

Nyss kicked the weapon away. He thought the fight was over, but the clone, only partially affected by Nyss's power, unleashed a Force-augmented punch to the side of Nyss's face.

Instinct and training saved Nyss. He rolled with the blow, which otherwise would have shattered his jaw.

—Star Wars: Riptide

With his ability to draw on the Force still hindered, Soldier still demonstrates his ability to break bone.

Knowing he could not let up, he took a chance, putting his head down and charging the clone. The Prime braced himself, then slammed a fist down on Nyss's back, the power in the blow cracking Nyss's ribs.

—Star Wars: Riptide

Soldiers moves his blade so quickly that the cortosis of Nyss’ blade isn’t able to short out his lightsaber.

Contact with cortosis for a long enough time could temporarily short out a lightsaber, but Soldier's blade moved so quickly that the contact between the weapons was momentary at best. But eventually, Soldier's lightsaber would destroy Nyss's blades.

—Star Wars: Riptide

Soldier disappears in the blink of an eyes with the small Grace in his arms.

Without another word, and still cradling Grace in one of his arms, Soldier turned and ran for the Umbaran's ship. He must have used the Force to augment his speed, for he vanished in a blink.

—Star Wars: Riptide.

Mind Trick

Soldier draws on the force and bends the wills of two people.

Soldier sank into the Force, drew on the enormous reservoir of power bubbling beneath the surface of his control. He reached out with mental fingers and took hold of the doctor's mind, of the nurse's.

"You will both escort us to the lifts," Soldier said.

Doctor and nurse stopped their retreat and their faces went vacant.

"I will escort you to the lifts," they said in unison.

"You there," called one of the security guards from behind them.

"Take us," Soldier said to the doctor and nurse. "Now. Right now."

They turned and started walking toward the triage area. He could feel the emotion building in Runner, in Seer, in himself. He felt as if it might lift him from his feet.

—Star Wars: Riptide

Empowered by the Lignan(I think) ore Soldier and Scar keep stasis chambers from squashing the Lumiya clone, seer

Everyone shouted as the sudden lurch threw them against the far wall of the cargo bay. Hunter cradled Grace and Blessing-her children-to her chest to protect them from the impact. Soldier, the most clearheaded of them all, had cushioned their impact with the Force, sparing them all broken bones, and the ship had ridden the lurch into a spin, throwing them across the cargo bay once more like so much flotsam, tipping the stasis chambers standing along one side of the bay. The chambers skidded across the floor, the shriek of metal on metal joining the chorus of the clones. Soldier and Scar both raised a hand and used the Force to halt the chambers two meters before they crushed the still-entranced Seer against the bulkhead.

—Star Wars Riptide.

After the power from the Lignan ore passes, Soldier is confronted by Maker, he quickly defeats the clone with his superior command of the Force, slamming him into a bulkhead and choking him.

Soldier relished his pain. Holding Maker aloft, Soldier gestured with his right hand and sent Maker flying into the bulkhead. He hit it hard enough to break bones, then slid toward the floor. Still Soldier did not release him. Using the Force, he slammed him into the bulkhead again, again, again.

Maker's lightsaber fell from his hand, his arms and legs flailed about as if disconnected from his body, the bones broken, torn from their joints. He looked like a child's doll. Soldier felt Maker's pain, let it feed his rage, his power.

Soldier narrowed his focus, gestured with his forefinger and thumb, and seized Maker's throat in a Force choke. Maker clutched at his neck, gagging. With his other hand, Soldier sent another blast of Force lightning spiraling at Maker. It caught him up in a shroud of crackling energy, but Soldier's Force choke denied him any screams of pain.

Soldier stared into Maker's face while Maker's legs kicked feebly and his face purpled. Soldier continued to squeeze until Maker went still. Only then did he let the body fall to the floor. Maker's corpse lay beside that of Scar, his flesh disfigured by Soldier, hers by the illness.

—Star Wars: Riptide

Soldier drives his genetic template up a wall

The clone unleashed a blast of Force that drove Jaden up against the far wall.

—Star Wars: Riptide

Soldier is meets the of Jaden Korr, both warriors are to equal to gain an advantage, moments later, Runner joins the fray and though the two push the Jedi Knight back, it isn’t until Seer joins that they completely overwhelm one of the Jedi Order’s greatest students

Battle cleared the surprise from Jaden's mind, and the moment the clone's feet touched the ground, Jaden unleashed a blast of power designed to slam him into the wall.

The clone snarled, held up a hand, palm outward, and met Jaden's blast with his own. Power pressed against power and Jaden and the clone eyed each other across the landing, jaws fixed, eyes locked, neither gaining the advantage.

On the stairway above him and to his left, Jaden saw the clone he had dazed rise to his feet and shake his head, growling. His angry eyes fixed on Jaden. He gestured with both hands, and sent a burst of power at the Jedi.

Jaden held out his left hand-his maimed hand-at the last moment, intercepted the blast, and answered with his own power. The clone's push caused him to stagger, but he nested himself in the Force and stood his ground against both clones. He held his hands out, the clones' power pressing at him from right angles. The yellow line of his lightsaber, which he still held in his left had, sizzled before his eyes. The effort squeezed sweat from him, taxed mind and body. He took a step back, another, and found himself pressed against the wall. He could not hold out for long.

The female clone stared at him, a strange smile on her face. Her strong jaw and almond-shaped eyes clicked in Jaden's memory and he recognized her as a clone of the Dark Jedi Lumiya. Her baldness had thrown him at first. The child, her face dirty, her long red hair matted, did not move at all.

"What do you want?" Jaden asked through gritted teeth.

"To go home," the Lumiya-clone said.

"I can't allow that," Jaden said.

Her smile deepened. "You cannot stop us. No one can. Mother has called."

As one, the two male clones took a step toward Jaden, their power pressing against him. He fell to one knee, grunting against their onslaught, barely holding on.

They took another step and he fell to both knees.

The larger of the two grinned. Jaden recognized him now, behind the beard and hair. He was a clone of Jaden's Master, Kyle Katarn. Anger poured off both clones, anger born of years of frustration and mistreatment. It hit Jaden like a hailstorm. His elbows bent. He was failing, failing.

But he refused to give in.

He grunted, summoned a reserve of strength, extended his arms fully, pushed back against the clones, stood up, and held his ground.

"I won't let you pass," he grunted. "I can't."

His words erased the smile on the Lumiya-clone's face. She shrieked, her calm facade shattering under the sudden expression of her rage. Power went forth from her, joined that of the other two clones, and slammed him against the wall.

"Kill him, Soldier!" she screamed. "Kill him!"

—Star Wars: Riptide

Soldier is able to blast shipping containers and reduce them to the size of a quarter

He gestured with his left hand and flung a shipping container halfway across the cargo bay. It slammed into a stack of other containers as metal crumpled and medical equipment spilled out onto the floor. He gestured with his right hand, and another container flew out of his way, his rage opening a path before him. He clenched his fist and a third container began to crumple in on itself, his power squeezing it down to half its size, a quarter.

—Star Wars: Riptide

Force barrier

Soldier is able to shield the entire Community and keep them from breaking their bones.

Everyone shouted as the sudden lurch threw them against the far wall of the cargo bay. Hunter cradled Grace and Blessing-her children-to her chest to protect them from the impact. Soldier, the most clearheaded of them all, had cushioned their impact with the Force, sparing them all broken bones,

—Star Wars: Riptide

Soldier is struck by the Force Lightning of the Rakatan Mother Machine.

Soldier had no idea, but it clearly was not what Seer had expected. He activated his lightsaber and advanced toward her. The walls and floor flared angry red, bolts of energy shot from all directions, and a blast of power lifted Soldier from his feet and blew him from the room. He slammed into the wall of the corridor outside, his breath knocked from him in a whoosh. Grace ran to his side, her eyes filled with fear.

—Star Wars: Riptide

Force Lightning

Soldier imbues his blade with Force Lightning

The sizzle of igniting lightsabers sounded from behind him and instinct took over. He rolled to his left, bounded to his feet, took his own blade in hand, and ignited it. The red line sparked and hissed, a mirror of his mood. Anger kindled in him and the surge of power affecting them all lit it into a bonfire. Force lightning shot from his fingers, coiled around his hilt, his blade. He reveled in the newfound intensity of his power.

—Star Wars: Riptide

Soldier uses his new found power to unleash a torrent of lightning on Maker and seize him

The power coursing through Soldier intensified. He could not control it. He gave it voice in a shout of rage. Force lightning shot from his fingertips, swirled around him. He extended his left hand and discharged it at Maker. It slammed into him, halted his charge, and lifted him from his feet. Maker screamed.

—Star Wars: Riptide

Soldier overwhelms a vulnerable Jaden Korr with Force Lightning.

The Jaden-clone deactivated his lightsaber and raised his free hand, fingers spread like a claw. Jaden knew instantly what was coming and braced himself as blue Force lightning filled the distance between them.

Jaden adjusted his blade slightly and the lightning caught in it, snaked around its length, spiraled toward the hilt, hit Jaden's hand, his forearm, his bicep.

The power burned his flesh while turning his spirit cold. He grimaced with pain. Trying to resist, he opened himself fully to the Force, but the clone's power was too much.

—Star Wars: Riptide

Force Resistance

Soldier is able to resist the effects of Nyss’ inherent force sever ability.

Nyss intensified the field slowly, incrementally separating the clones from the Force. If he was lucky, they would notice only when it was too late.

The hole in which he existed extended outward from him, deepened, darkened. He felt Seer slipping into it, her connection to the rest of the universe slowly draining away. Soldier, too, fell into it, but only partially. Soldier lingered around the rim, and Nyss was unable to fully sever his connection to the Force.

Odd. Nyss had never before felt resistance to his power.

Perhaps Thrawn actually had cloned a breakthrough Force user.

—Star Wars: Riptide

After being rescued by Khedryn Faal, Soldier once again demonstrates his ability to resist Nyss’ sever ability.

Nyss felt Soldier fighting against his power, the clone's anger a match for his emptiness. Eyeing the red line of Soldier's lightsaber, its glow a direct affront to his ability, Nyss knew that he had to escape. Perhaps he and Syll together could completely cut Soldier off from the Force, but Nyss could not do it alone.

—Star Wars: Riptide

Physical Prowess

With his Force connection hindered, Soldier takes on the Umbaran Nyss, but is defeated.

"Grace!" he heard Soldier shout from the cockpit. The hum and sizzle of an activating lightsaber broke the quiet.

Nyss cursed, whirled, and flung the stun grenade blindly, just as Soldier pelted through the cockpit door, red blade and red anger going before him.

Nyss looked away and covered his ears as the grenade exploded with a bright flash and a bang loud enough to almost shatter eardrums. The moment it went off, he drew his other blade and assumed a fighting posture.

Soldier, caught in the tail end of the grenade's effect, staggered from the blast, wincing.

Nyss bounded toward him and shouldered him into the bulkhead. While Soldier grunted from the impact, Nyss stabbed his vibroblade into the clone's right forearm. He kept the cut clean and avoided slicing through bone. He did not want Soldier dead, just manageable.

Soldier's grunt turned to a shout of pain, blood poured from the wound, and he dropped his lightsaber, as Nyss had intended.

Still pressing his body against Soldier's, Nyss kicked the weapon away. He thought the fight was over, but the clone, only partially affected by Nyss's power, unleashed a Force-augmented punch to the side of Nyss's face.

Instinct and training saved Nyss. He rolled with the blow, which otherwise would have shattered his jaw. Instead, it merely staggered him, knocking him back two steps and loosening a couple teeth.

"If you've hurt Grace..." Soldier said, shaking his head as if to clear it. Blood poured from the cut on his arm. Rage poured from everywhere else.

Nyss had never before fought a Force user who actually could use the Force in his presence. He knew that surprise was the sole reason he had the upper hand at the moment.

Knowing he could not let up, he took a chance, putting his head down and charging the clone. The Prime braced himself, then slammed a fist down on Nyss's back, the power in the blow cracking Nyss's ribs.

Nyss endured the pain, grabbed the clone around his legs, and heaved him to the floor. They hit the deck in a tangled heap, punching and clawing at each other. The clone's blood smeared Nyss's face, turned the grapple into a slick, sticky mess.

Nyss struggled to keep his suppressive field in effect, to intensify it, but instead of him pulling Soldier into the hole, Soldier, fueled by his anger, seemed to be pulling Nyss out of it, dragging his existence into the light. Nyss had lived in his hole so long, his existence separate from all but his sister, that the thought of a forced connection to others nearly caused him to panic.

His terror met Soldier's anger and each held the other in balance, Soldier's powers weakened but not entirely suppressed, Nyss's solitary existence threatened but preserved.

Nyss clawed at Soldier's eyes, and Soldier turned his head to the side. Nyss slammed his head into Soldier's face-once, a second time. He felt Soldier's nose give way, felt the spray of blood as the nose exploded.

But Soldier did not lose consciousness. With his good hand, he clawed at Nyss's eye, got a finger into the socket. Panicked, Nyss whipped his head to the side, dislodged the finger, and slammed his head down into the clone's face. The blow caused Nyss to see sparks but fully shattered the Prime's already broken nose. Bone crunched. More blood sprayed. The clone, momentarily stunned, went limp.

Nyss snaked an arm free of the clone's grasp, reversed his grip on his vibroblade, and slammed the hilt into the side of Soldier's head.

The Prime groaned and went still. Nyss collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily. The adrenaline drained out of him, and its absence left him with nothing but pain.

—Star Wars: Riptide

Runner, Clone of Kyle Katarn

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Lightsaber Skill

Runner is quite underexposed in this area, however i feel there's some conclusive deductions we can make based on his overall combative prowess. For Example, due to his use force augmentation and brute nature, it's possible that he was either imprinted with knowledge of Djem So or Shii-Cho.

Runner deflects blaster fire easily from a pair of speeders and Khedryn

Before Khredyn reached the access door to the stairs, it exploded outward from its hinges and clattered on the landing pad. He ducked and shielded his face from flying debris.

The clones hurried out of the doorway, one of the males bearing a wounded adult, the female carrying a child of about nine. The male clones each held a sparking red lightsaber in hand.

"Stop there," Khedryn said, leveling his blaster.

They did not stop, so he fired at the foremost male-one shot, another, another. The clone, a towering human male with long hair and a thick beard, deflected the shots into the air and started to run toward Khedryn.

Khedryn backed toward the supply ship as fast as he could, still firing. Deflecting every shot, the clone closed on him rapidly. The other clones moved more slowly behind him.

Khedryn kept hoping that Jaden and Marr would emerge from the stairway, but neither did. He was in deep water and he knew it.

Shots came from somewhere in the sky above. They put black streaks on the landing pad near the clone's feet and knocked him down. Khedryn looked up to see two police officers on armed swoop bikes circling back for another pass.

"Yeah!" he said, and fired at the clone again.

From his knees, the clone deflected his shots without so much as looking at Khedryn, then made a seizing gesture with his off hand.

Above, the swoops' engines screamed, warring with the clone's power and losing. The clone made a cutting gesture, his teeth bared in a snarl, and slammed both swoops to the ground near the stack of shipping containers. A fireball blossomed, consuming bikes and riders. The clone stood, his eyes fixed on Khedryn.

Very deep water.

—Star Wars: Riptide

Force Powers

Force Augmentation/Valor/Speed

Runner’s Force enhanced kick causes Jaden Korr to see stars

The other clone, the Katarn-clone, appeared before him. Jaden had not seen him approach. His red blade cut down to split Jaden's head. Jaden blocked awkwardly with his blade, which was still enmeshed in Force lightning. The clone snarled, then loosed a Force-augmented kick to the side of Jaden's face that caused him to see stars and sent him careering down the stairs.

—Star Wars: Riptide

Runner lifts Khedryn Faal with no visible difficulty.

Runner whirled in his seat and lunged for Khedryn, his face twisted in anger. He pushed through Soldier, took Khedryn by the throat, and jerked him to his feet. Khedryn gasped for breath, his feet kicking. He thumped a boot off Runner's chest. The impact troubled the clone not in the least.

—Star Wars: Riptide

Runner is able to catch a Crossbow quiver.

The blade flickered and fizzled out altogether, the puff of smoke from the hilt like a leftover ghost.

A hiss sounded from the corridor before them and Runner jerked to the side and snatched at something in the air. By the time Khedryn registered what had happened it was already over.

Runner held the shaft of a crossbow quarrel. He'd snatched it right out of the air. The silver tines of the tip looked like razors.

—Star Wars: Riptide

The-Kyle Clone sends Khedryn flying back

Runner shoved Khedryn against the wall so hard it knocked the wind from him and sent him to the floor.

—Star Wars: Riptide

Khedryn can barely make out the fight between the Umbaran, Nyss and Runner.

Khedryn caught the flash of blades in the pale form's hand. And then the Umbaran and Runner were engaged, their movements so fast that Khedryn could scarcely follow them.

—Star Wars: Riptide

Telekinesis

Runner uses the Force to send a Speeder flying onto the walls of a building which half collapses due to the sheer force of the blow.

Soldier felt Runner's anger spike.

"Don't," he said, and reached back to grab Runner's arm, but it was too late.

Runner made a sweeping gesture with one hand, and the Weequay's speeder looked as if it had been hit broadside with an enormous wave. It teetered on its side and slid across the street, onto the sidewalk, crushing several pedestrians, and into an adjacent building. Metal shrieked and bent. Glass shattered. The building half-collapsed with an angry rumble. One of the Weequay's speeder's engines sputtered and burst into flames. Black smoke poured into the air.

—Star Wars: Riptide

Runner uses the Force to unleash a monstrous wave on a hospital.

Enough of this," Runner said. He shoved Soldier to the side, the anger bleeding from him. He held out his hands and unleashed a blast of energy that went before him in a wide arc. The triage area virtually exploded. Beds overturned; overhead lights shattered, raining glass; medical equipment toppled; and two dozen bodies-patients, security guards, doctors, and nurses, including those whose minds Soldier had bent to his will-flew across the room and slammed into the far wall. Bones shattered.

Before them, the pile of bodies, bedding, and machinery looked like the aftermath of a bomb blast. The lift doors were crumpled on their mounts; the lift control panel was shattered and spitting sparks. The alarms from medical equipment beeped plaintively. Moans and screams sounded from the wounded.

—Star Wars: Riptide

To emphasize the power of Runner’s force wave, the authorities state that even the lifts were damaged in a explosion.

"Reports from inside say they're heading up the stairs," he translated. "The lifts were damaged in some kind of explosion. There are a lot of dead and wounded."

—Star Wars: Riptide

Runner blows open doors without even a gesture.

Soldier swallowed hard, nodded. Runner said nothing, merely spun on his heel and used the Force to blow open the doorway to the stairs.

"Ruined this door, too," he said over his shoulder.

—Star Wars: Riptide

After being dazed by a powerful Force attack, Runner’s comrade, Soldier comes to his aid and fends off Jaden Korr, then after recovering, Runner unleashes his own devastating power against Jaden Korr, though they press the Jedi Knight back, it isn’t until the Lumiya clone, Seer joins the fray that they best the Jedi Master.

Battle cleared the surprise from Jaden's mind, and the moment the clone's feet touched the ground, Jaden unleashed a blast of power designed to slam him into the wall.

The clone snarled, held up a hand, palm outward, and met Jaden's blast with his own. Power pressed against power and Jaden and the clone eyed each other across the landing, jaws fixed, eyes locked, neither gaining the advantage.

On the stairway above him and to his left, Jaden saw the clone he had dazed rise to his feet and shake his head, growling. His angry eyes fixed on Jaden. He gestured with both hands, and sent a burst of power at the Jedi.

Jaden held out his left hand-his maimed hand-at the last moment, intercepted the blast, and answered with his own power. The clone's push caused him to stagger, but he nested himself in the Force and stood his ground against both clones. He held his hands out, the clones' power pressing at him from right angles. The yellow line of his lightsaber, which he still held in his left had, sizzled before his eyes. The effort squeezed sweat from him, taxed mind and body. He took a step back, another, and found himself pressed against the wall. He could not hold out for long.

The female clone stared at him, a strange smile on her face. Her strong jaw and almond-shaped eyes clicked in Jaden's memory and he recognized her as a clone of the Dark Jedi Lumiya. Her baldness had thrown him at first. The child, her face dirty, her long red hair matted, did not move at all.

"What do you want?" Jaden asked through gritted teeth.

"To go home," the Lumiya-clone said.

"I can't allow that," Jaden said.

Her smile deepened. "You cannot stop us. No one can. Mother has called."

As one, the two male clones took a step toward Jaden, their power pressing against him. He fell to one knee, grunting against their onslaught, barely holding on.

They took another step and he fell to both knees.

The larger of the two grinned. Jaden recognized him now, behind the beard and hair. He was a clone of Jaden's Master, Kyle Katarn. Anger poured off both clones, anger born of years of frustration and mistreatment. It hit Jaden like a hailstorm. His elbows bent. He was failing, failing.

But he refused to give in.

He grunted, summoned a reserve of strength, extended his arms fully, pushed back against the clones, stood up, and held his ground.

"I won't let you pass," he grunted. "I can't."

His words erased the smile on the Lumiya-clone's face. She shrieked, her calm facade shattering under the sudden expression of her rage. Power went forth from her, joined that of the other two clones, and slammed him against the wall.

"Kill him, Soldier!" she screamed. "Kill him!"

—Star Wars: Riptide

Seeing Jaden Korr momentarily distracted by Soldier’s deadly lightning, Runner uses the Force to slam Korr against a wall.

He screamed, took his lightsaber hilt in both hands and spun it before him, winding the Force lightning back up along its blade and away from his body. But his focus on the lightning cost him, and a renewed push from the Katarn-clone slammed him against the wall. The side of his face hit the duracrete and he sagged to the floor, struggling to maintain consciousness.

—Star Wars: Riptide

Runner blows a door open.

Before Khredyn reached the access door to the stairs, it exploded outward from its hinges and clattered on the landing pad. He ducked and shielded his face from flying debris.

—Star Wars: Riptide

Runner is able to completely destroy two speeders with mere gestures.

From his knees, the clone deflected his shots without so much as looking at Khedryn, then made a seizing gesture with his off hand.

Above, the swoops' engines screamed, warring with the clone's power and losing. The clone made a cutting gesture, his teeth bared in a snarl, and slammed both swoops to the ground near the stack of shipping containers. A fireball blossomed, consuming bikes and riders. The clone stood, his eyes fixed on Khedryn.

—Star Wars: Riptide

Runner sends Khedryn sprawling and then takes his weapon from him.

A blast of power hit him in the back and drove him face-first into the metal of the landing pad. His nose crumpled and exploded blood. His teeth scraped along the pad. Only a surge of adrenaline kept him conscious. He got to all fours, turned, and aimed his blaster at the approaching clone.

Before he could squeeze the trigger, the clone gestured and Khedryn's blaster flew from his hand and into the clone's.

—Star Wars: Riptide

Runner sends Khedryn flying backwards.

When the clone had closed to within a few paces, Khedryn spat at his feet. Blood and one of his teeth went with the spit.

"Blast you, pal!"

The clone snarled and made a cutting gesture that blew Khedryn backward ten meters and slammed his head against the landing pad.

Pain and blurry sparks, then blackness.

—Star Wars: Riptide

Physical Prowess

Runner fights the Umbaran, Nyss in hand to hand combat. It should be noted that Runner’s connection has been severed by the Umbaran’s powers.

The blade flickered and fizzled out altogether, the puff of smoke from the hilt like a leftover ghost.

A hiss sounded from the corridor before them and Runner jerked to the side and snatched at something in the air. By the time Khedryn registered what had happened it was already over.

Runner held the shaft of a crossbow quarrel. He'd snatched it right out of the air. The silver tines of the tip looked like razors.

A susurration sounded within the darkness of the hallway, the sigh of a soft boot on the floor, or the rustle of a cloak. Runner dropped the quarrel but held on to Khedryn.

The darkness in the hall thickened, rolled toward them, a pale form at its head closing fast. For a moment, Khedryn, his mind still stuck on his pending execution, thought it an apparition of death.

But it wasn't. It was an Umbaran.

Runner shoved Khedryn against the wall so hard it knocked the wind from him and sent him to the floor. Khedryn caught the flash of blades in the pale form's hand. And then the Umbaran and Runner were engaged, their movements so fast that Khedryn could scarcely follow them.

The Umbaran stabbed at Runner's abdomen. Runner sidestepped the stab and punched for the Umbaran's temple with his lightsaber hilt. The Umbaran ducked under the blow, slapped Runner's arm out wide, and stabbed at the clone's chest with his other blade. Before the knife could connect, Runner caught the Umbaran's wrist, planted his feet, spun, and whipped the Umbaran against the wall so hard the pale man's breath blew out of him in an audible whoosh.

Runner charged him and feinted with his off hand while he loosed an overhand slam at the Umbaran's head with the hilt of his lightsaber. The Umbaran ducked and the hilt slammed hard into the bulkhead. A leg sweep put Runner on the ground and the Umbaran leapt after him, his blades stabbing downward.

Runner rolled to the side, away from one stab, away from another, and unleashed a prone kick to the Umbaran's chest that drove the pale man back enough for Runner to regain his feet. He was breathing heavily. The Umbaran, unwinded, held his blades a little away from his body and studied the clone's defenses, looking for openings. They circled, a meter apart. The Umbaran feinted lunges to draw Runner out.

Impatient with the games, Runner charged. The Umbaran drove his blades at Runner's chest but the clone caught him by the wrists, held the knives out wide, and used his greater weight to drive the Umbaran against the bulkhead. There, he slammed one of the Umbaran's hands against the wall until the Umbaran gasped with pain and dropped one of the knives.

The Umbaran shifted his stance and drove his left knee into Runner's abdomen, once, twice-both blows landing solidly-before Runner could position his body too close for knees to do any damage. The Umbaran continued to try and snake his hands free of Runner's grasp, but he could not loose himself from the clone's grip.

Runner grunted, pressed the Umbaran against the bulkhead. A head butt from the Umbaran into the side of Runner's face elicited a grunt of pain from the clone. Snarling with pain and rage, Runner heaved the Umbaran up the wall, off the ground.

The Umbaran did not resist, but used the opportunity to attack, flinging his legs up and scissoring them around Runner's throat. The clone gasped, grunted, his eyes wide as the Umbaran's legs pinched off his carotid. The clone pivoted away from the wall and ran at the far bulkhead, slamming the Umbaran against it.

The impact jarred the Umbaran. He loosed Runner's neck from the grip of his legs but quickly unleashed a straight kick that caught the clone's jaw flush. The blow staggered Runner, and he lost his grip on the Umbaran's right wrist. The Umbaran twisted, put his feet on the floor, and drove his blade into Runner's chest. Runner staggered toward him, his mouth already filling with blood, and the Umbaran drove the blade home again, then again.

Runner's mouth moved as if he were chewing on his final thoughts. He gagged, gurgled, and then collapsed to the floor, dead.

—Star Wars: Riptide

Conclusion

Powerful, that's one of the many words that defines these three clones of extremely prodigious and powerful Jedi Masters. Alpha's savagery with the blade is incredible, and his use of augmentation greatly benefits his Lightsaber proficiency, a Combat Juggernaut. Runner's brutal and monstrous telekinesis is something that i've only seen high tier level fighters achieve, his impressive and savage Telekinesis make him a literal tidal wave of destruction. And lastly, Soldier, Soldier is the perfect blend of combat skill and Force ability, as the prime of the Clones, the best among them, Soldier's ability summon powerful torrents of lightning, great concussive blasts of destruction and stalemate his clone, Jaden Korr, make him a powerful force to be reckoned with. As the saying goes, "lethal alone, deadlier together." these clones are exactly that. Powerful, ferocious and prodigious, The Community is a formidable band of warriors.

Well guys, here's my new Respect Thread featuring these monstrously powerful clones, I don't know why i did it, i just did. It was fun going back to my "roots" and making this thread for these extremely powerful clones. Big thanks to @aurbere for helping me with the Force Resistance section and well giving me the confidence to share these, edited pics of the clones. I appreciate buddy. :D

And thank you! as always, for reading my RT, I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed making it, and I see you in the next one!

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Adi Gallia Respect Thread.

Welcome to the largest collection of quotes and feats for Adi Gallia: Respect The Gallant Guardian

His dearest friends, Bant and Garen. The imperious Jocasta Nu. The gentle Ali Alann and Barriss Offee. The warriors - Shaak Ti, Kit Fisto, Luminara Unduli. And the great Jedi Masters - Ki-Adi-Mundi, Adi Gallia, Plo Koon....

—Obi-Wan Kenobi

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They rose smoothly and headed for the upper atmosphere, the starfighters flanking them closely. Adi was one of the best Jedi pilots Qui-Gon knew.

—Jedi Apprentice: The Fight for Truth.

Adi was a brilliant and resourceful Jedi with a gift for intuition.

—Jedi Apprentice: The Dangerous Rescue

Adi was a brilliant and resourceful Jedi with a gift for intuition. Siri was a tough fighter and faced danger without ruffling a hair. The relations between the two Padawans could be bumpy, but he could not ask for a better team to rescue Qui-Gon.

—Jedi Apprentice: The Dangerous Rescue

He[Qui-Gon Jinn] liked and respected Adi, but he did not wish to tell her his concerns.

—Jedi Apprentice: The Dangerous Rescue

She[Adi Gallia] was almost as intimidating as Mace Windu when she wanted to be.

—Jedi Apprentice: The Dangerous Rescue

Ah! Adi Gallia, are you not? Complements from such a famous Jedi Master. How nice.

—Star Wars: The Hunt for Aurra Sing(Aurra Sing)

His[Obi-Wan's] dearest friends, Bant and Garen. The imperious Jocasta Nu. The gentle Ali Alann and Barriss Offee. The warriors - Shaak Ti, Kit Fisto, Luminara Unduli. And the great Jedi Masters - Ki-Adi-Mundi, Adi Gallia, Plo Koon....

—The Last of the Jedi: The Desperate Mission.

The Human Adi Gallia is well-regarded for her strong intuitive powers.

—Star Wars: The Ultimate Visual dictionary

"Though the cruisers carried some of the best Jedi in the Order- including Windu, Adi Gallia, Eeth Koth, Plo Koon, Micah Gilett, Qui-Gon Jinn, and Qui-Gon's Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi- the Yinchorri possessed cortosis-weave armor that could resist lightsaber cuts."

—The New Essential Chronology

A Highly gifted child, Adi Gallia realised her early promise and went on to become one of the Jedi Council's leading lights.

—Star Wars Fact File #25 version 3

A well-respected Jedi Master, Adi Gallia was not only a skilled Councillor but also a veteran of several key events in the Order's history. She was especially highly regarded for her leading role in the Stark Hyperspace War

—Star Wars Fact File #25 version 3

Although her own record of accomplishments and talents was impressive.

—Star Wars: Databanks: Adi Gallia

Siri became apprenticed to the venerable Adi Gallia.

—Star Wars: Databanks: Siri Tachi

Lightsaber Mastery

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Described as furious and aggressive combatant, Adi Gallia is a highly skilled duelist who specializes in the Fifth form of Traditional Lightsaber Combat. Due to her preference for a one handed grip, blaster redirection proficiency, aggression, capacity to hold off the towering Savage, and adeptness in counter-attacks, it is probable that Adi Gallia is among the few Jedi that trained in both the Shien, and Djem So variations of the Fifth Form

Qui-Gon Jinn and Adi Gallia deflect blaster fire while herding their opponents into a shed.

We've been spotted," Adi said.

They activated their lightsabers as the Security Guides thundered toward them. The Guides were armed with blasters.

The Guides were not used to skilled opponents. Qui-Gon and Adi used their lightsabers to deflect fire only. Working in perfect tandem, they flanked the guards and spun and evaded while they maneuvered them backward.

A utility shed stood at the edge of the field. Qui-Gon and Adi moved the Guides back toward it, step by step. The Guides stumbled, tried to rally, and fell back.

When they were almost to the shed, Qui-Gon circled around and opened the door. Then he leaped over the Guides to face them again. Together with Adi, he drove them into the shed. Then they closed and locked the door.

"Now what?" Adi Gallia asked. "No doubt they are calling for help on their comlinks."

"We find the way in," Qui-Gon said.

—Jedi Apprentice: The Fight for Truth

Adi, Siri, Obi-Wan and Jinn deflect blaster fire easily

Just then he heard a whirr and a clicking sound. The door slid open. A ramp shot up to the surface and fresh air flooded the hall. A split second later, Qui-Gon and Adi raced down the ramp, their lightsabers activated. With one quick glance they took in the situation, then leaped into the fray.

The Security Guides had gained confidence as their numbers increased. But four Jedi were too much for them. Their blaster fire was deflected back relentlessly. They had to keep diving to the floor or ducking behind carts to avoid it.

Finally, they simply dropped their weapons and ran.

—Jedi Apprentice: The Fight for Truth

Gallia displays her skill with shien and protects both Jinn, and his young Padawan Obi-Wan.

Qui-Gon watched for a few extra seconds in order to grasp Adi's strategy. Even while she mowed down droids, she protected Obi-Wan from the worst of the fire. She was using a series of short, fast combinations designed to obscure the fact that she was steadily making progress toward Jenna Zan Arbor and the hallway to the rest of the lab.

Obi-Wan was using the vibroblade effectively, but it was no match for blaster fire. Qui-Gon decided, even as he leaped, that his job would be to protect his Padawan, leaving Adi free to go after Zan Arbor.

A flash of joyful relief lit Obi-Wan's face as he saw Qui-Gon sail toward him. His moment of distraction was smoothly covered by Adi, who in a lightning strike took out a droid who aimed a blaster at Obi-Wan. Qui-Gon came down, knocking out two droids as he landed and whirling to deflect fire from a third. He was surprised to find that although he had succeeded, his reaction times were slow. He could not trust his body to move quickly. The days of captivity had taken a worse toll on him than he'd thought.

Qui-Gon received a sense of satisfaction when he saw Zan Arbor's expression turn from smugness to alarm. She knew now that the tide would turn against her. With a sharp command, she ordered four droids to surround her. Her back was to the wall.

Qui-Gon accessed the Force to help him overcome his body's weakness. He deftly attacked, slashing through the metal bodies of the droids while Siri whirled and dived, her lightsaber a blur. The young girl's footwork was impeccable. Obi-Wan was hampered by his vibroblade but kept up a steady attack, sweat pouring down his face.

There were only five droids left, excluding the guard around Zan Arbor. Qui-Gon did not need to look at Adi for confirmation as he drove the droids toward her. They would catch them in a pincer movement. Understanding his intent, both Siri and Obi-Wan moved to flank him.

The plan would have worked perfectly if Tup hadn't chosen that moment to make a break for safety. Hearing a slight lull in blaster fire, he scrambled out from underneath the hovering gravsled arid dashed toward the hallway.

Unfortunately, he crashed into two droids, driving them back toward Obi-Wan. The droids wheeled and raised their arms toward Tup, prepared to blast him.

"G-giberbtz and h-ham!" Tup screamed. Obi-Wan was closest. He accessed the Force and leaped, coming down with both feet hitting the two droids squarely. The droids wobbled and the blaster fire went awry. Obi-Wan landed and swung his vibroblade at the first droid. It raised its blaster toward Obi-Wan.

Qui-Gon reached out a hand to use the Force to send the droid flying. Nothing happened. Adi reversed direction to neatly slice the second droid in two.

—Jedi Apprentice: The Dangerous Rescue

Together, Obi-Wan, Siri, Gallia and Jinn defeat Guard droids in mere seconds

The guard droids wheeled around the corner, blasters held high. The Jedi charged as one spinning block, lightsabers in constant motion. Qui-Gon took out two droids with one stroke. Adi flipped over the group and attacked from behind. Siri went down on one knee and came up with a mighty swing that knocked one droid over and cut the other in two. Obi-Wan went for the droids on Qui-Gon's left side, slicing the top off of one droid and burying his lightsaber in the control panel of the other.

In just seconds, it was over

—Jedi Apprentice: The Dangerous Rescue

Together with her fellow Jedi, Adi moves her blade in a blur, then proceeds to move in a physical blur and lastly, they increase their drive, moving at incredible speed levels

"They have been reprogrammed," Qui-Gon said tersely. The words had barely left his mouth when the droids began to fire. Blaster fire erupted in a flash around the Jedi.

Only the group immediately around them realized what was happening. The partygoers on the lawn thought the flash was part of the celebrations. They applauded as the Jedi began to spin, their lightsabers a blur. Musicians played nearby, and the people turned toward the music.

Obi-Wan thought of the many children surrounding them. His primary objective was to contain the battle so that they would not be injured by stray blaster fire. He knew the others had the same thought.

The droids stayed in formation, wheeling to attack and then regrouping. Uta S'orn slipped off her seat of honor and disappeared into the crowd.

The Jedi did not need to confer on strategy. Along with protecting the Belascans in the garden, they had to get to Uta S'orn's quarters. They formed a tight circle to deflect the blaster fire and attack the royal droids. As they fought, they moved steadily forward, fanning out to break the strict formation of the guards.

"Cover me," Qui-Gon said tersely. Adi, Siri, and Obi-Wan stepped up the attack. They were a blur of movement now, moving together, covering one another and then reversing to deliver a furious attack on the droids.

Obi-Wan reached out to Adi and Siri, catching the rhythm of their battle strategy. Adi relied on Siri's quick footwork and gymnastic leaps. Siri depended on Adi's dazzling lightsaber action. Together, they were an amazing pair.

But even as they littered the grounds with broken droids, more arrived in what seemed to be a never-ending stream. They poured out of the palace guard room, blaster rifles pointed at the Jedi.

Fighting battle droids had its own challenges. Their weakness was the same as their strength: They did not think. They responded to stimulus. They saw beings as targets to be destroyed. Their complicated wiring could be compromised by one good blow. Yet their accuracy was impeccable.

Even as he fought, Obi-Wan kept in mind that Qui-Gon had run into the palace alone. He would meet Ona Nobis there. He remembered with alarm how Qui-Gon had not been able to clear the fence earlier. Qui-Gon needed backup.

He knew Adi was thinking the same thing. Without a word or a glance, they accelerated their drive with a furious series of volleys. They pushed forward until they were at the entrance to the palace.

Obi-Wan launched a quick reversal, sweeping up with his lightsaber, then leaping and twisting in midair to come down behind the droids. He attacked from behind, leveling four with two blows. Meanwhile, Adi and Siri slipped inside the palace. Obi-Wan leaped again, this time landing on the threshold of the entrance. With a backward kick that sent a droid flying, he raced inside.

The palace was dim after the blazing lights of the festival outside. Obi-Wan sensed rather than saw movement. Adi and Siri were heading up a grand staircase.

—Jedi Apprentice: The Dangerous Rescue

Together, Adi and Qui-Gon deflect a blast and shrapnel from a grenade.

The being who burst through the door bore little resemblance to the bored clerk. Now he wore black armorweave body armor. A holster for a blaster rifle and vibroblade crisscrossed his back, and wrist rockets were strapped to his forearms. His long fair hair streamed behind him as he rolled into the room like a droideka, surprising the Jedi by the unusual angle of attack.

He rolled a Merr-Sonn fragmentation grenade into the center of the room. It exploded immediately, sending shrapnel in all directions. He rolled to a stop, crouching behind a lightweight shield.

Qui-Gon felt the air shimmer with the blast, and the shrapnel exploded around him. He leaped in front of Obi-Wan and Siri to protect them. It was hard for even a Jedi Master to deflect grenade shrapnel. It was fast, unpredictable, random. It took all of Qui-Gon and Adi's concentration to block it. The shrapnel was flung back from their lightsabers and slammed into the walls and floors. A few deadly missiles thudded into the bounty hunter's shield, but they bounced off.

Qui-Gon saw the flash of surprise on the bounty hunter's face at the sight of lightsabers. No doubt he'd been expecting a standard Senate security force, not a Jedi team. He fired off two wrist rockets in rapid succession, then backtracked, rolling out through the door again.

On his exit, he tossed another grenade inside the room. Qui-Gon leaped forward and turned it into a hunk of smoking metal before it exploded. He kept his eyes on the bounty hunter. He had paused for an instant outside the door. A flash of something lit the bounty hunter's eyes, and he turned around and fled.

Qui-Gon raced out as the bounty hunter blasted a hole through the hall window with his wrist rocket, then flew through the shattered panes. Qui-Gon saw a liquid cable line arc out.

He reached the window and looked down. He could just see the silver cable slithering back down through the air. The bounty hunter had landed on the pedestrian walkway below. Within seconds he had been swallowed up by the crowd, disappearing underneath one of the colorful awnings.

—Secrets of the Jedi

Mace Windu considers Adi's skill with the blade to be equal to her mastery of diplomacy and a match for the Jedi Killer, Aurra Sing

A good idea, Adi Gallia – as much for your mastery of diplomacy as your ability with the Lightsaber.

—Star Wars: The Hunt for Aurra Sing(Mace Windu)

Adi Gallia takes on General Grievous briefly during the rescue of Eeth Koth, then again at a later time.

Credit to @erkan12 for the video.

Here, Adi Gallia duels the Dark Jedi Apprentice, Savage Opress and fends off his brutal assault, dodging and meeting his attacks. Ultimately, Gallia is caught off guard by a Blast of energy and dies to the monstrous Savage Opress. Ending one of the Order's leading lights.

Adi Gallia was a furious combatant..

—Star Wars: The New Essential Guide to Characters

Her lightsaber skills were notable in that she used a reverse, one handed grip.

—The Complete Star Wars Encyclopedia

Gallia participated in a number of engagements where her skills were tested-and not found wanting.

—Star Wars Fact File #25 version 3

Gallia was a superb pilot and skillful warrior. Unlike most Jedi, Gallia adopted an unorthodox reverse one-handed grip when wielding her lightsaber.

—Star Wars: Databanks: Adi Gallia

Though not as brash as Anakin, Adi Gallia was known to be an aggressive warrior who had no problem bringing the fight to the enemy.

—Star Wars.com Encyclopedia: Adi Gallia

Force Powers

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Force Strength

The ship screamed through space, twisting like a corkscrew. The Force filled the cabin as Adi concentrated, beads of perspiration on her high forehead.

—Secrets of the Jedi

“My connection to the Force has improved since we last met…”

—Star Wars: Jedi Starfighter(Adi Gallia)

She was quickly recognized for her strength in the Force...

—The Complete Star Wars Encyclopedia

The Force runs strongly in Gallia's family. A close relative of hers, Stass Allie, is also a Jedi Master.

—Star Wars: Databanks: Adi Gallia

Force Valor/Augmentation/Speed

Gallia moves fast enough to leave heat radiating and the air stirring

Obi-Wan raced up the grand staircase, Siri now behind him. He called on the Force to direct him, following the stir of air and heat that Adi had left in her pursuit.

—Jedi Apprentice: The Dangerous Rescue

Adi and Jinn move in a blur of light and movement.

The table burst into flame and the leaders scrambled backward. Gorm flipped the flamethrower back in its holster and advanced, firing. Qui-Gon and Adi leaped in front of the smoldering table. Their lightsabers were a blur of light and movement.

—Secrets of the Jedi

Telekinesis

They[Adi and Qui-Gon] were able to use the Force to direct objects to move into their path if someone turned to look behind them.

—Secrets of the Jedi

Adi Gallia is able to lift a large boulder and strike the huntress, Aurra Sing.

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—Star Wars: The Hunt for Aurra Sing

Adi states that she can use the Force to create a Shockwave

Nym: “Hey Jedi can’t you use the Force to take out this army!?”

Adi: “A Jedi never squanders the Force, Nym. But in this case Force Shockwave should be useful”

—Star Wars: Jedi Starfighter

Reflexes/Force Sense/Precognition

They rose smoothly and headed for the upper atmosphere, the starfighters flanking them closely. Adi was one of the best Jedi pilots Qui-Gon knew. Her response time was amazingly fast, and her feel for her craft was instinctive. If anyone could lose four starfighters without risking damage to their craft, it was Adi.

—Jedi Apprentice: The Fight for Truth

The mist lay low on the ground, so thick it was hard to see more than a short distance ahead. Qui-Gon and Adi patrolled the compound, letting their keen senses tell them when Guides were near. They moved like shadows through the fog.

—Jedi Apprentice: The Fight for truth

Adi's instincts were renowned, but she did not abandon her need for absolute facts.

—Jedi Apprentice: The Dangerous Rescue

Obi-Wan walked up. "Adi is feeling a disturbance in the Force." Qui-Gon hid his dismay. He had not felt anything.

—Jedi Apprentice: The Dangerous Rescue

Force Lightning.

Adi states that she could use Force Lightning

Tricky….But not good enough, Force lightning should suffice.

—Star Wars: Jedi Starfighter(Adi Gallia)

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Conclusion

A talented lightsaber duelist and capable force user, Adi's mastery of Arial combat, expertise with the blade and force talent make her a fierce foe to most people. Diplomatic, intimidating and a ferociously tough warrior. Adi Gallia truly is The Gallant Guardian

Well, there you have it guys. A New RT for one of my favorite and highly underrated Jedi. Adi may not be as powerful as Dooku or Anakin, but she's not as weak as most would think. It's been fun seeing Adi in the books and comics, her strength and force abilities are quite decent, as is her dueling skill. Hopefully, this'll help the Tholothian lady gain some respect.

Thank you for reading this Respect Thread! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed making it, and i will see you all in the next one. Bye bye!

As always, big thanks to my buddies Emperordmb and King Joker(or as he's known here @kj27) for helping me and supporting me in this. Love you my droogies <3.

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Soara Antana Respect Thread

Welcome to the largest collection of Soara Antana quotes and feats: Respect The Fabled Warrior

"Siri Tachi. Obi-Wan Kenobi. Soara Antana. Yoda himself." Ferus didn't know if Malorum could hear him, but he felt the names of his teachers resonate inside him like a powerful chant. "You don't know what the best is."

—Ferus Olin

Not an actual depiction of Soara Antana, this is merely a place holder.
Not an actual depiction of Soara Antana, this is merely a place holder.

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Soara Antana was a legend.

—Jedi Quest: The Way of The Apprentice

He reached out to the Force. He remembered the lessons he had learned from Soara Antana, the great Jedi Master. The Force comes from stillness, she had said. Find your still center, even in the midst of battle.

—Jedi Quest: The School of Fear

Once Anakin had told him that Soara Antana, the great Jedi fighter…

—Jedi Quest: The Changing of The Guard

Anakin could never have imagined seeing Soara Antana, fabled warrior, in tears.

—Jedi Quest: The Final Showdown

High-ranking Jedi Masters, such as lightsaber virtuoso Soara Antana, hold prestige classes for padawans in specialized halls and instruction rooms.

—Star Wars: Inside the worlds of Episode II: Attack of the Clones

Lightsaber Mastery

Soara Pride: from Left to right: Darra Thel-Thanis, Anakin Skywalker, Ferus Olin, and Tru Veld
Soara Pride: from Left to right: Darra Thel-Thanis, Anakin Skywalker, Ferus Olin, and Tru Veld

A legendary high-ranking Jedi Master of great renown, Soara Antana is a highly revered and accomplished duelist. Known for her aggressive, fluid yet graceful fighting form, I believe that Soara Antana's battle-form is Ataru. Another form under her belt would be Makashi as she was described as having "precise calculation" of her blade. Her style bares a resemblance to that Shaak Ti and it seems to be a perfect example of what a Makashi/Ataru hyrbid form. would be As a lightsaber instructor, Soara would no doubt be proficient in other forms, one of which a friend of mine(Emperordmb) and I believe to be Juyo, however these two are the most prominent ones and as such her most commonly used battle forms.

In the time of Cin Drallig, Sora Bulq and Yoda. Soara Antana is considered the greatest lightsaber instructor.

They did not realize how delicate it could be, how you could use it like a breath of air. Like a feather, not a stick, the best lightsaber teacher, Soara Antana, had said.

—Jed Quest: The Way of The Apprentice

Despite having been appointed a Jedi Knight not so long ago, Sorra Antana is regarded as a legend.

Soara Antana was a legend. Her lightsaber skills had set her apart even as a young girl. Like Obi-Wan, she had recently become a Jedi Knight. Her Padawan, Darra Thel-Tanis, was the same age as Anakin. Darra, a slender girl with lively eyes, took her place next to the sturdy, muscular Soara.

—Jedi Quest: The Way of The Apprentice

Soara Antana displays her fluidity with her lightsaber form and moves faster than Obi-Wan Kenobi and Siri Tachi combined. Both of these duelists have moved at incredible speeds as mere Padawans.

Twenty Battle Droids like none Anakin had ever seen were wheeling in formation. They had advanced repulsorlift systems, allowing them to move with astonishing speed above the surface of the ground. While they guarded a huddled group, Radnorans systematically loaded the looted goods onto gravsleds.

One Radnoran male lay on the ground in a spreading pool of blood. A female crouched over him. Children stood nearby, rooted to the spot, while another older female tried to herd them to safety.

Anakin saw all this at once. His gaze took in the number of droids, the number of raiders, the Radnorans who must be protected, and the possible angles of attack. He knew every Jedi had observed the same. The droids had a fluid movement he'd never seen before. They did not maneuver in a jerky, programmed fashion. It was almost as though they had grace built into their sensors, and their blaster accuracy ratio was much higher than the usual Battle Droid.

One of the Radnoran raiders spotted them. Anakin saw his fingers fly on a remote device clipped to his belt. Five of the droids moved to surround the raiders for protection. The rest wheeled and came straight toward the Jedi in attack formation.

Chapter Five

"Padawans, protection!" Siri ordered crisply. Her words floated behind her; Siri was already Force-jumping toward the front line of droids.

Obi-Wan leaped as well, keeping to Siri's left so they could surround the droids, who were deftly moving over the ground. With one sweep of her lightsaber, Siri sliced a droid neatly in half. Simultaneously, Obi-Wan did the same to the second. On his backswing, he took out a third.

As quick and agile as Siri and Obi-Wan were, Soara Antana was even faster. Anakin watched in astonishment as her lightsaber cut through three droids with one clean stroke. Ry-Gaul handed the medication case to Tru to safeguard and joined her side.

Anakin knew that Siri's order was for the Padawans to surround the Radnoran family that had been victimized by the attackers. But he could see that the Jedi Masters would need help with the rest of the droids and the Radnoran raiders, who were already peppering them with blaster fire.

Darra, Tru, and Ferus raced to surround the Radnoran family. Ferus took out a droid on his way in a quick detour, his red lightsaber flashing. Anakin knew the three Padawans could easily follow through on Siri's order. That meant that on his way to obey Siri's order, he could help the Jedi Masters.

Anakin detoured toward Soara and Ry-Gaul. He held his lightsaber at the ready. The hilt he had built in a trance in the cave of Ilium was perfectly balanced to his hand. He felt power surge through him.

Anakin took out two droids with two quick thrusts. His palms felt hot, his body strong, his timing sharp. Still, he lagged behind Ry-Gaul and the amazing Soara, whose compact body now seemed to move like molten metal, gracefully sliding from one attack position to another. Each of Soara's moves flowed into the next, with no beginning and no end. Her lightsaber was a blur as it sliced efficiently and continuously through one droid after another.

The Radnoran raiders took one look at how quickly the Jedi had reduced most of their droid squad to a smoking heap. They ran.

—Jedi Quest: The Way of The Apprentice

Darra seemed to be everywhere, her lightsaber in constant motion as she took out one droid, then another. She always landed exactly where she'd planned, ready to launch another attack or defend her fellow Padawans. Her face never registered effort, only concentration. She had learned well from Soara Antana.

—Jedi Quest: The Way of The Apprentice

Despite her broken leg, Soara Antana Ry-Gaul, Siri Tachi and Obi-Wan Kenobi are able to fend off several waves of droids.

The Jedi crouched behind a screen of boulders and splintered rock. They had been pinned down for two hours. They had fought off three assaults from the droids. The droids held a position across the canyon where they could fire at any flicker of movement from the Jedi. Ry-Gaul had a blaster wound to the shoulder. Soara's ankle had swelled, but she'd fashioned a makeshift crutch from a felled droid's leg. A splintering rock had cut Siri over the eye. And they were all exhausted.

Over the course of the day they had kept moving from one small canyon to the next, but the smaller canyons were a maze that always led back to the large clearing and the MTT. That was what the Avoni had known. They had known they would be able to run the Jedi down until they were exhausted.

The droids were relentless, and there were so many of them. They estimated seventy to eighty. They had taken out at least twenty, maybe more. But there were at least fifty still out there, and no doubt fresh reserves would arrive. While the Jedi were pinned down, the Avoni would conduct their invasion. The Jedi Masters had not spoken of it, but they knew they were each thinking of their Padawans.

—Jedi Quest: The Way of The Apprentice

Soara is renown for her grace and fluidity

Soara went first, headed through the doorway like shimmersilk. She was known for her grace and flowing movements.

—Jedi Quest: The Master of Disguise

Soara's battle form is regarded as graceful and ferocious

Soara took him(Anakin) to the landing platform, where he jumped into an airspeeder next to her. Her piloting was as aggressive and graceful as her battle form.

—Jedi Quest: The Master of Disguise

With the help of Ry-Gaul, Obi-Wan Kenobi, and Siri Tachi, Soara and her allies push back a droid assault, with Soara being an invaluable asset in this fight.

Obi-Wan quickly assessed the attack. The first and second lines were made up of dwarf spider droids and homing spider droids, skittering toward the Jedi with laser tracking devices sending thin blue lines bisecting the space between them. Behind the droids were the army troops, locals dressed in full plastoid armor with battlefield helmets. The sophistication of the force was surprising. Obi-Wan wondered why the Commerce Guild needed such an awesome security operation.

The blaster fire from the spider droids was fast and accurate. They marched on spindly legs toward the Jedi. Obi-Wan and Siri moved forward, lightsabers moving like pinwheels of glowing light, cutting down the first droids who moved forward to engage them.

They had fought together so many times that they had learned how to merge their styles. Siri was the flash, Obi-Wan the strategist. He set her up, and she closed the deal. He maneuvered, she struck. They moved faster than the droids could track, and, with Soara entering from the other side, they mowed down the first two lines easily.

Soara was a renowned fighter, and Obi-Wan always appreciated a chance to watch her technique. She was a fluid force, moving like wind and water. Each stroke of her lightsaber was calculated, yet there seemed to be no calculation in her style. There was only movement. She took out five droids with one steady arc, knocking off their heads and sending the metal clanging to the stone floor.

Smoke filled the air and drifted to the vast space above. Deflected blaster bolts shot back at the startled officers, who found it hard to hold their line. They soon realized that they were not dealing with straggly thieves with a few blasters in their belts. They grabbed blaster rifles off the holsters strapped to their backs and fired. Two dozen of them advanced, while the third wave of droids moved in. Obi-Wan began to break into a sweat. He did not see the possibility of defeat, but the last thing he needed was to get clipped by blaster fire and have to deal with a wound while chasing Omega.

Then, from behind the officers, Ry-Gaul appeared out of the shadows. His silver-gray lightsaber hummed as he held it straight for a moment in front of him, gauging what he was up against. He moved quickly for his size, rather like Qui-Gon had, his grace surprising while his great strength never flagged.

The officers who turned to engage him couldn't get away fast enough. The remaining squad took one look at three Jedi to the front and one to the rear and began to retreat, firing as they did so.

They let them go. The presence of Jedi on the planet couldn't stay a secret for very long. Jedi did not take a life if they didn't have to.

—Jedi Quest: The Final Showdown

Soara and her Padawan take on Tuk'ata and move at high velocities of speed.

The vicious tuk'ata moved at lightning speed. They did not have an attack strategy. They didn't need one. They charged with flashing teeth and claws and whipping stingers.

Anakin jumped toward the lead tuk'ata. He wanted to be the first to bring one down. The beast whirled, its yellow eyes flat with menace. One massive claw swiped through the air. Anakin caught it with his lightsaber. The beast howled. He had only angered it.

He needed to hit a vulnerable spot. He saw Ferus and Siri attack a tuk'ata together, moving in rhythm. Perhaps he should have waited for his own Master, but with a quick look over his shoulder Anakin saw that Obi-Wan was occupied with two tuk'ata at once, while Ry-Gaul and Tru were racing to help.

The creature swiped at him again, and, anticipating the move, Anakin ducked and rolled, trying to strike up into the beast's chest, where he assumed a blow would kill it. To his surprise, the stinger landed on his arm. He had not expected that range of motion. Instantly, his arm was on fire, though the stinger had barely licked him. Anakin flipped his lightsaber to his other hand, cursing his luck.

The tuk'ata struck, no doubt following up on his advantage. While its prey was immobilized by the poison, the beast would finish him off. But Anakin was able to flip backward and strike, this time burying his lightsaber in the middle of the creature's head. He heard the sizzle and smelled the smoke. The yellow eyes rolled, and the creature fell dead.

Ry-Gaul and Tru had been outflanked by two tuk'ata. Obi-Wan had his hands full with one massive beast, bigger and fiercer than the rest. Anakin leaped on the back of the tuk'ata bearing down on his Master, hoping to distract it. The beast reared up, both stingers waving, while Anakin did a quick and elusive dance to avoid their sting.

Obi-Wan advanced, striking the tuk'ata with a series of hard blows. The creature staggered. Anakin was able to slash at the creature's neck before he was thrown off. The tuk'ata screamed, rearing, and Anakin and Obi‑Wan leaped out of its way. It toppled and thrashed and then was still.

They were already moving, turning to charge one of the tuk'ata who was after Tru. With a roar, it turned on them instead, circling and striking, trying to get claws and teeth embedded into Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan used his liquid cable launcher and anchored it on the creature's horn. Using the cable, he swung up and out, his lightsaber a blur of motion as he attacked again and again. The creature howled, trying to claw Obi-Wan away. Anakin was able to deliver the death blow in the chest.

Obi-Wan swung off the creature and landed, his boots thudding on the dirt. The cries of the tuk'ata mingled with the buzz of lightsabers as the Jedi met their attacks with moves and counter-moves. The tide of the battle was turning. Five tuk'ata lay dead, and two were mortally wounded. Anakin and Obi-Wan were able to team up with Ry-Gaul and Tru first alternately feinting to confuse the creature, and then slicing it into several pieces. Soara and Darra, working together in their usual flawless teamwork, had somehow kept two tuk'ata at bay. Wounded, the two counterattacked, but Darra and Soara were too fast, too agile, and too strong.

At last all the tuk'ata lay dead or dying, their cries echoing off the stones of the mountain.

—Jedi Quest: The Final Showdown

"Siri Tachi. Obi-Wan Kenobi. Soara Antana. Yoda himself." Ferus didn't know if Malorum could hear him, but he felt the names of his teachers resonate inside him like a powerful chant. "You don't know what the best is."

—The Last of the Jedi: Death on Naboo(Ferus Olin to Grand Inquisitor Malorum)

Soara is regarded as legendary lightsaber master.

"A legendary lightsaber virtuoso who showed promise even as a young Padawan, she was known for her wise statements in Lightsaber combat, which included the maxim "like a feather, not a stick."

—The Complete Star Wars Encyclopedia

Force Powers

Force Valor/Augmentation/Speed.

Soara moves faster than Obi-Wan Kenobi and Siri Tachi.

As quick and agile as Siri and Obi-Wan were, Soara Antana was even faster.

—Jedi Quest: The Way of The Apprentice

Despite his impressive speed, a young Anakin Skywalker can't keep up with Soara Antana or Ry-Gaul.

Anakin took out two droids with two quick thrusts. His palms felt hot, his body strong, his timing sharp. Still, he lagged behind Ry-Gaul and the amazing Soara.

—Jedi Quest: The Way of The Apprentice

Soara moves her blade in a continuous blur.

Her lightsaber was a blur as it sliced efficiently and continuously through one droid after another.

—Jedi Quest: The Way of The Apprentice

Soara moves so fast that one might miss her move if they were to blink.

"Don't be afraid," Soara said. "We are Jedi."

"Prove it." The voice was male and wobbled a bit, fear disguised as bravado.

In a movement so fast Anakin could have blinked and missed it, Soara unsheathed her lightsaber, activated it, and held up the glowing beam in front of the open oven door.

—Jedi Quest: The Master of Disguise

Soara and her Apprentice, Darra Thel-Thanis, move flawlessly.

Soara and Darra, working together in their usual flawless teamwork, had somehow kept two tuk'ata at bay. Wounded, the two counterattacked, but Darra and Soara were too fast, too agile, and too strong.

—jedi Quest: The Final Showdown

Soara turns a skeleton into dust in mere seconds.

The darkness was absolute. The glow of their lightsabers barely penetrated it. They walked another few steps.

Suddenly, Darra cried out. A human skeleton rose out of the dark corner and slammed into her, knocking her to the floor. The bones trapped her like a cage. She tried to slash at them with her lightsaber but couldn't move her arm.

Soara's lightsaber whipped through the air. In seconds, the bones were dust. She stepped forward to help Darra.

—Jedi Quest: The Final Showdown

Soara began to kick free of the net, grabbing Darra's arm and hauling her out. The Jedi hurtled toward the door. It was sealed tight.

—Jedi Quest: The Final Showdown

Telekinesis

Soara Antana, Ry-Gaul, Obi-Wan, Siri Tachi, and their respective Padawans use the Force to levitate.

There was nowhere to go but up. The heat of the fireball singed them as they leaped. It hurtled under them and smashed against the door. The Jedi were able to hang in the air, using the Force, for the crucial seconds they needed. They watched in astonishment as the fire blasted through the closed door. Corrosive, annihilating, the fire ate through stone.

The Jedi landed on the still burning ashes and made it outside. The fire burned itself out until it was just a pile of ash on the floor.

—Jedi Quest: The Final Showdown

Battle-Mind

The four(Soara, Obi-Wan, Darra and Anakin) Jedi slipped off into the velvet night that was so suddenly and spectacularly lit by flashes of deadly light. Anakin could feel the Force gather around them. He did not often have the experience of feeling the combined Force of two powerful Jedi Knights as well as their Padawans. It made his vision sharper, his senses clearer. He knew where the explosions would come. He heard the faintest of sss-ooop noises when the grenade launcher fired. He could tell the direction without even thinking about it.

—Jedi Quest: The Master of Disguise

Reflexes/Force Sense/Precognition

Ahead Obi-Wan and Soara walked at the same steady pace. The focus of their concentration was complete. Not a stray pebble or slight disturbance in the dirt missed their notice.

—Jedi Quest: The Master of Disguise

Shatterpoint

"Nothing is solid," Soara said. "The hardest wall is just a connection of particles. Find the spaces between the particles, and the wall will yield. It will push you off. Listen to the wall and hear the wind through the gaps."

Listen to the wall? Anakin felt his impatience rise again.

He remembered Darra's words. She'll push you hard, and then she'll tell you something strange, something you don't want to understand. That's what she wants. The more tired you are, the emptier you are. That's when she really starts to work.

He listened to the wall. And then the sound of the wind changed. He heard the howl of it, but he also heard the whisper. He heard it stir a piece of trash on the street, disturb a pebble. And then he heard it whistle softly through the gaps. Nothing felt solid. Not the ground under his feet, not the buildings around him.

He felt the Force move, even though he hadn't summoned it. He saw the wall in his mind, and this time, it shimmered. It wasn't a solid thing. It would yield to him

He ran at the wall. He ran easily, as if it were the first time. He felt the wall give against his boots. He pushed off and the wall sprang against him, helping him propel. He somersaulted and flew backward, landing lightly, gracefully, his lightsaber held at the ready.

He blinked. He had fought with the help of the Force before. But never like that.

—Jedi Quest: The Master of Disguise

Once Anakin had told him that Soara Antana, the great Jedi fighter, had taught him how to let walls speak to him. Since then, Anakin had seemed to be able to judge the space between molecules as well as the objects the molecules made up.

—The Changing of The Guard

Pain Threshold/Endurance

What - " she(Darra Thel-Thanis) began, but the night suddenly exploded into spasms of light.

Anakin felt the impact of a shell hit him like a wall of air, and he went flying.

CHAPTER TWO

Anakin landed and tasted blood in his mouth. He had bit his tongue. He lay on his back, looking up at the black velvet sky and the pink moon.

"Everyone okay?" Obi-Wan shouted. The blast had knocked them all flat, but Obi-Wan and Soara were already back on their feet.

—Jedi Quest: The Master of Disguise

Physical Prowess

Soara whirled and kicked backward at his hand. He(Anakin) did not even feel the blow, but his lightsaber was suddenly shooting out of his hand and clattering to the stone pavement.

—jedi Quest: The Master of Disguise

Soara's Legacy: Anakin Skywalker and Ferus Olin. Sith Enforcer and Jedi Guardian.
Soara's Legacy: Anakin Skywalker and Ferus Olin. Sith Enforcer and Jedi Guardian.

Conclusion

An extremely skilled and masterful Lightsaber duelist, Soara is evidently a master of the blade and form.With her speed being above the likes of pre-AOTC Obi-Wan and Siri Tachi, Soara is without a doubt a deadly opponent for anyone to face. Precise, graceful, aggressive and fluid. A master of lightsaber combat and a Legend within the Order, Soara truly is The Fabled Warrior.

Well, there you have it guys another Respect Thread for another unknown. I had been planning to make her RT since i finished Jedi Quest, but Ferus got in the way and well that was well worth it. But yeah, I really loved making this RT. It's amazing how you find such high tier characters in obscure books that no one really notices, hopefully this little unknown gets some love in the same way as B-team or Cin given her Universal quotes and what-not. Anyway, thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed making it and I'll see you in the next one!

Big thanks to Emperordmb for pushing me to make this thread and for providing the lovely quote from The Complete Star Wars Encyclopedia. As always your help is greatly appreciated Sweetness.

Thank you to @kj27 for helping me out with Soara Antana's fighting style, I probably would have gotten wrong with out you. So thank you guys, i really appreciate. Love you both <3

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Ferus Olin Respect Thread.

"Ferus is more than a man to the Bellassans. He is a symbol,"

—Will Asani

Welcome to the largest collection of Ferus Olin Feats and Quotes:The Unsung Hero

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Universal

This are quotes that apply that are too vague to be put into a single section, and thus can apply to Combat ability, Force Power and/or Physical Ability.

Yet Ferus had them all. He was steady and brilliant, a physically gifted athlete, and popular with all the students. He was a few years older than Anakin, and the Masters were still talking about him long after he had gone on to become a Padawan.

—Jedi Quest: The Way of the Apprentice

He had excelled at everything he tried. Yet no student was jealous of him. They admired him and wanted to be like him. He was also popular with the Jedi Council. Anakin knew they expected great things of him. There was no one at the Temple who did not speak the name Ferus without praise.

—Jedi Quest: The Way of the Apprentice

He(Anakin) didn't want his Master to know that a fellow Padawan, especially one as gifted and respected as Ferus, did not trust him.

—Jedi Quest: The Dangerous Games.

"After much discussion, and consultation with all Jedi Masters, the Council has chosen Ferus Olin as the first Padawan to undergo the trials. After this mission, he will begin the trials."

—Jedi Quest: The Final Showdown (Mace Windu)

It had been difficult for Obi-Wan himself to admit that Ferus was the best candidate.

—Jedi Quest: The Final Showdown (Obi-Wan on the Jedi Knight Trials)

"I was caught at the spaceport when it happened," Weasy said. "Everything was shut down because someone escaped from prison, and there was a full-scale alert to catch him."

Obi-Wan put down his drink. There wasn't anything here to interest him. Just the usual gossip. The various crackdowns of the Empire weren't news.

"Just one guy, can you imagine? And they held up transit for a week. I was cooling my heels - wasn't even allowed to leave the Ussa spaceport," Weasy went on.

Obi-Wan stood. The noise of the cantina engulfed him as he allowed the Force to ease.

.. so I say to myself, who is this Ferus Olin anyway?" Weasy finished.

—The Last of The Jedi: The Desperate Mission

"I hear he's both brave and crazy," Weasy said. "But not dead - not yet, anyway. They ordered extra troops because of him, and they'd already imported one of those Imperial battalions. He was running rings around the stormtroopers. Became a legend on Bellassa."

—The Last of The Jedi: The Desperate Mission

"Speak of what you know about Ferus, not what you can guess."

"He was the most gifted apprentice, second only to Anakin."

“With so many gifts, he is a formidable opponent of the Empire."

—The Last of The Jedi: The Desperate Mission(Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon’s Force spirit discussing Ferus)

If they moved Ferus inside that garrison, he would never come out again. He was too dangerous to allow to live.

—The Last of The Jedi: The Desperate Mission

Now Obi-Wan thought, He was the most gifted apprentice, second only to Anakin. With so many gifts, he is a formidable opponent of the Empire.

With a lightsaber, with a hold on the Force constantly renewing, constantly strengthening, he would be even stronger.

—The Last of The jedi: Dark Warning

He had been tormented by the visions, had at one point curled into a ball to escape them. They had accused him of being on the run from his own true nature, of avoiding the Living Force because he was afraid of himself. They said he only pretended humility, that his prowess as the best apprentice pleased him too much.

—The Last of The Jedi: Dark Warning

Back then there was only one who could surpass him(Ferus) - Anakin Skywalker.

—The Last of The Jedi: Dark Warning

Trever knew a different person from what Ferus had been. "Renegade" hardly fit the description of his Padawan years. Actually, he had never skipped art assignment or a practice session. He had striven for perfection in every waking moment. He was driven by his need to excel.

—The Last of The Jedi: Underworld

An image of Emperor Palpatine shimmered in the air. "Greetings, Master Olin, for I think you deserve that title. Times have changed, and you've changed with them. I think our departed Inquisitor Malorum was a bit too hard on you. On behalf of the Empire, I'd like to offer you amnesty."

—The Last of The Jedi: Death on Naboo

What mattered was Ferus Olin.

The Emperor laughed. All Masters tested their apprentices from time to time.

This would test Darth Vader most of all.

—The Last of The Jedi: A Tangled Web

There could be only one answer. Ferus could be one of the few left in the galaxy capable of becoming a Sith apprentice. Capable of being trained, capable of rising to the heights of power.

Of course it was laughable to think this could be the case. But perhaps his Master didn't think it so laughable.

—The Last of The Jedi: A Tangled Web

He(Vader) nodded to his driver, who pushed the speeder engines and lifted the craft into the air. He would control this situation. Sauro was not the problem now.

Ferus Olin was.

—The Last of The Jedi: A Tangled Web

"I am here to demonstrate that peace and stability in the galaxy are possible only through me." The Emperor looked over the city of Sath below them, at the artificial fingers of sand that stretched out into the aquamarine sea. "You are standing at a crossroads, Ferus Olin. You should consider where you truly belong. You flourished at the Jedi Temple. You thrived under its rules, its structure. What I am building is much better. A central clearing house in which the politics and stability of the galaxy are acted on by wise minds."

—The Last of The jedi: Return of The Dark Side(Emperor Palpatine to Ferus)

Let Malorum try to handle the intruder(Ferus). He(Darth Vader) hadn't expected that with all those prowler droids and stormtroopers at his disposal, Malorum would be incompetent enough to fail.

—The Last of The Jedi: Return of The Dark Side.

Ferus couldn't miss the contempt in the man's tone.

"I didn't recognize you at first," the caretaker continued, his hands in the soil as he carefully pulled out a weed. "Now I know who you are. You fought them and defied them and made them look like fools. And now you're one of them."

—The Last of The Jedi: Secret Weapon

"It is time for you to take a second-in-command, Lord Vader" he(Emperor Palpatine) said, chuckling. "And I think Ferus Olin is perfect for the job."

—The Last of The Jedi: Master of Deception

Ferus Olin was decades away from his apprenticeship at the Jedi Temple, a sanctuary that no longer existed. And yet, even from beyond the grave, Master Obi-Wan Kenobi still had the ability to make him feel like a rebellious Padawan. Not that Ferus had ever been a rebellious Padawan. He'd done everything he was told, accepted every order without question, performed every task perfectly and without hesitation-until the day he'd made a fateful mistake, and someone had been killed. Not just someone. A friend.

And not just my mistake, he thought. Anakin's, too.

Excerpt From: Hidalgo, Pablo. “The Essential Reader's Companion: Star Wars.” iBooks.(Dmb quote)

Ferus had walked away from the Jedi Order. Forever, he thought. And yet here he was, decades later, learning at the feet of a Master all over again.

—Star Wars: Rebel Force: Renegade

Ferus Olin, after all these years. A fairy-tale hero from his(Lune Divinian’s) childhood. Ferus, who'd had all the answers.

—Star Wars: Rebel Force: Renegade

“Palpatine commands that Ferus report directly to him, a show of favoritism that rankles Lord Vader.”

Excerpt From: Hidalgo, Pablo. “The Essential Reader's Companion: Star Wars.” (Dmb quote)

Lightsaber Skill

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Due to his emphasis on conserving energy and pacing himself in battle, I believe that Ferus may have been a practitioner of either Makashi, Ataru or Soresu and he perhaps even trained in Juyo as an apprentice due to his brush with the “enjoyment of battle” I would say it isn’t that farfetched for Ferus to know Juyo since he was the most praised and mature of all students, not to mention he was able to recognize a Juyo maneuver, which implies that he held knowledge of the form from his time in the temple. As a grown man, Ferus’ style was a combination of Juyo, Dun Moch and possibly Ataru as he had learned to incorporate physical strikes into his lightsaber sequences while leading the Bellasan resistance and he often used Dun Moch on both Darth Vader and the Grand Inquisitor Malorum.

Ferus duels a tired and hungry Anakin Skywalker. The two rivals go back and forth until Anakin draws on the Dark Side and wins.

He was tired. So tired that he almost missed the blur at the corner of his vision. A lightsaber had been activated and someone hurled at him from a tree branch above. It was another one of Soara's sudden attacks. She had enlisted another Padawan to surprise him

Anakin forgot his fatigue and jumped back just in time. To his dismay, he saw that his attacker was Ferus Olin.

If only it had been anyone else! Anakin didn't like to see Ferus under the best of circumstances. He certainly didn't want to fight him when he was tired and hungry.

Soara appeared on top of the waterfall where she could watch. He knew he had no choice. As Ferus came at him with a somersaulting reversal, Anakin kicked into fight mode. She had sent the best Padawan fighter in the Temple against him. She wanted to see what he would do.

He would win.

What Soara could not know was that this time, friendship would not gentle him. Not with Ferus.

Ferus was starting out slowly. He would fight smart. He would save his energy and pace himself. Anakin decided to surprise him.

He launched an assault so fierce that he saw Ferus's eyes flare with astonishment. Ferus retreated fast, needing to collect himself. Anakin came after him, swinging his training lightsaber without pause. He almost touched him, but Ferus twisted away just in time, turning the movement into a twisting leap. He surprised Anakin by immediately swinging back a backward blow. Anakin ducked, feeling the whistle of air created by the power of Ferus's swipe.

Ferus was tall and solid, but he was also agile. He was expert at using the ground.

Unlike Tru, he used both hands equally well. The rocky terrain was perfect for his style

He jumped, spun, and leaped, keeping Anakin off guard. Now he was driving the battle. Anakin did not know how Ferus had regained the upper hand, but he wasn't happy about it. He was reacting to Ferus's moves instead of the other way around. What was Soara thinking?

Anakin feinted to his left and then leaped straight ahead. To his dismay, Ferus dropped to the floor and rolled underneath Anakin, then sprang up in one smooth movement. He was behind him now. Anakin had only a split second before he felt the touch of the lightsaber on his shoulder. It only just missed his neck. When he twisted away, he saw the gleam of triumph in Ferus's eyes.

Fury roared through him. Ferus wanted to humiliate him in front of Soara!

He did something Ferus would never expect him to do. He copied Ferus's move, dropping to his knees and rolling underneath him as he made his next leap. He flipped up onto his feet and then charged at the rock wall.

The Force entered him. He felt it. He saw the rock wall as a shifting shape, ready to receive him. He sprang off the wall and straight over Ferus's head. It seemed the easiest thing in the galaxy to simply lean down and touch the side of Ferus's neck with his lightsaber.

He landed and looked up. Soara had seen everything. He had never fought so well.

She called down from the cliff, "Thank you, Ferus. Stay there, Anakin. "

"Good fight," Ferus said, sticking the training lightsaber in his belt. "Except for one thing."

"What one thing?" Anakin asked, irritated. He wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve.

Ferus only smiled. Then he walked off.

Anakin jammed the lightsaber hilt into his belt. No one could get to him like Ferus could.

Soara walked toward him. "That was your last lesson," she said.

Anakin was surprised and pleased. She must have seen how seamlessly he had connected with the Force.

"Before this, I had been impressed with your gifts," Soara said. "I had thought you had the potential to be one of the great Jedi fighters of all time. I thought I could teach you. Now I have grave doubts about you, Anakin."

Anakin couldn't believe what he was hearing. "What did I do wrong?"

"That question is the problem," Soara said, shaking her head. "That is what is wrong. You don't know what you did. Didn't you feel your anger, Anakin? Didn't you realize it was fueling the battle?"

"Obi-Wan told you that Ferus and I do not get along," Anakin said sullenly.

"Obi-Wan didn't need to tell me," Soara snapped. "I saw it. Not from Ferus. From you."

"He wanted to win," Anakin said. "I saw triumph in his eyes when he surprised me."

"And it made you angry." Soara sighed. "Ferus did not fight from his emotion, Anakin. If you saw triumph in his eyes, he absorbed it and went on. That is the lesson you must learn. You will feel the emotion. You must let it go."

—Jedi Quest: Master of Disguise

Even as a Padawan, Ferus is renown for his agility and strength. His fighting prowess are considered to be without flaw.

He(Anakin) even felt a kinship with Ferus. He did not want to be Ferus's friend, but he was glad to have him at his side during a battle. Ferus was known for his strength and agility. His moves were flawless. Yet he did not fight only for himself, but cast his battle mind like a net, ready to respond to the others if they needed him. When four sentry droids bore down on Anakin, it was Ferus who leaped, smashing two of them to the ground with one stroke.

—Jedi Quest: The Moment of Truth

Ferus protects Chancellor Palpatine from several assassin droids.

Obi-Wan saw Palpatine at last. He stood on a tier far below, facing out toward the melee. Ferus stood in front of him, angling his lightsaber to fend off blaster bolts fired by the droids. Palpatine hardly noticed the Jedi protecting him. His bleak gaze swept the chamber

—Jedi Quest: The False Peace

Obi-Wan leaped, then leaped again. Just below, Teda ran. Ferus had turned to deal with a storm of blaster fire from five droids heading his way. Far below Ferus, Siri had seen nothing. Anakin had made his way down to the Senate floor and was on his way back up again. He had landed in alarge pod and was in the middle of protecting an entire delegation.

Obi-Wan continued to make his way down, slicing through droids as he went. The Senate chamber was filled with shouts and screams, the smoke of blasters, and the unmistakable smell of fear.

Teda was only a few steps from Palpatine when Ferus moved. Obi-Wan had never seen him turn, had never seen him notice Teda, yet suddenly, Ferus's arm moved backward. Without even looking, he took out the lead seeker droid that had been targeting Teda.

Then Ferus turned his full attention to the droids. He Force-leaped upward, the bronze glow of his lightsaber a constantly moving presence, arcing and circling, slashing, flipping backward, moving forward.

Even as he leaped down the final meters toward Ferus, Obi-Wan saw the droids fall. Only one remained. Teda drew a blaster to fire at Ferus, but the droid suddenly dipped and fired, and Teda fell, smoke rising from the exit wound in his back. Ferus slashed the droid in half and bent over Teda. Obi- Wan could see by the posture of Ferus's body that it was too late.

Obi-Wan landed at last. "Good work, Ferus." Ferus's mouth was tight. "I was too late."

Even though Teda was an enemy of the Jedi, Ferus felt he had failed.

Obi-Wan repeated the words he had spoken, this time in a gentle tone. "Good work, Ferus."

—Jedi Quest: The False Peace

Here, Ferus alongside Anakin, Tru Veld and Darra Thanis along with their masters fight the vicious Tuk'ata

He needed to hit a vulnerable spot. He saw Ferus and Siri attack a tuk'ata together, moving in rhythm. Perhaps he should have waited for his own Master, but with a quick look over his shoulder Anakin saw that Obi-Wan was occupied with two tuk'ata at once, while Ry-Gaul and Tru were racing to help.

The creature swiped at him again, and, anticipating the move, Anakin ducked and rolled, trying to strike up into the beast's chest, where he assumed a blow would kill it. To his surprise, the stinger landed on his arm. He had not expected that range of motion. Instantly, his arm was on fire, though the stinger had barely licked him. Anakin flipped his lightsaber to his other hand, cursing his luck. The tuk'ata struck, no doubt following up on his advantage. While its prey was immobilized by the poison, the beast would finish him off.

But Anakin was able to flip backward and strike, this time burying his lightsaber in the middle of the creature's head. He heard the sizzle and smelled the smoke. The yellow eyes rolled, and the creature fell dead. Ry-Gaul and Tru had been outflanked by two tuk'ata. Obi-Wan had his hands full with one massive beast, bigger and fiercer than the rest.

Anakin leaped on the back of the tuk'ata bearing down on his Master, hoping to distract it. The beast reared up, both stingers waving, while Anakin did a quick and elusive dance to avoid their sting. Obi-Wan advanced, striking the tuk'ata with a series of hard blows.

The creature staggered. Anakin was able to slash at the creature's neck before he was thrown off. The tuk'ata screamed, rearing, and Anakin and Obi-Wan leaped out of its way. It toppled and thrashed and then was still. They were already moving, turning to charge one of the tuk'ata who was after Tru. With a roar, it turned on them instead, circling and striking, trying to get claws and teeth embedded into Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan used his liquidcable launcher and anchored it on the creature's horn.

Using the cable, he swung up and out, his lightsaber a blur of motion as he attacked again and again. The creature howled, trying to claw Obi-Wan away. Anakin was able to deliver the death blow in the chest. Obi-Wan swung off the creature and landed, his boots thudding on the dirt.

At last all the tuk'ata lay dead or dying, their cries echoing off the stones of the mountain.

The cries of the tuk'ata mingled with the buzz of lightsabers as the Jedi met their attacks with moves and counter-moves. The tide of the battle was turning. Five tuk'ata lay dead, and two were mortally wounded.

Anakin and Obi-Wan were able to team up with Ry-Gaul and Tru first alternately feinting to confuse the creature, and then slicing it into several pieces.

Soara and Darra, working together in their usual flawless teamwork, had somehow kept two tuk'ata at bay. Wounded, the two counterattacked, but Darra and Soara were too fast, too agile, and too strong.

At last all the tuk'ata lay dead or dying, their cries echoing off the stones of the mountain.

—Jedi Quest: The Final Showdown



Obi-Wan remarks that even as a Padawan, Ferus was incredibly talented

The Ferus he(Obi-Wan) had known as a boy had been a careful rule-follower. His skills had been excellent…

—The Last of The Jedi: The Desperate Mission

Ferus deflects blaster fire with excellent accuracy despite spending several years without using a Lightsaber or the Force.

He pulled, and Ferus came up, propelled by his own strength and by the strength of the Force. Ferus swung one leg over the airspeeder and Obi-Wan pushed the engines hard. The speeder rocketed up, wobbling a bit from the added weight of Ferus and whatever had fallen off that had compromised its balance.

The blaster fire began. Obi-Wan had to deal with the speeder. He tossed the lightsaber back to Ferus. Ferus jumped to stand on the airspeeder.

He could see, out of the corner of his eye, how fast arid accurate Ferus was, deflecting blaster fire on the weaving vehicle. He kept pace with the turns, amazingly able to balance without falling off. Obi-Wan careened down the wide hallway. It was hard to negotiate such a tight space on an air-speeder, especially one that wasn't balanced, and he was afraid of knocking Ferus off.

—The Last of The Jedi: The Desperate Mission

After being injured by a beast and gaining his lightsaber, Ferus fights off Stormtroopers with some effort.

He scanned the stormtroopers, now below him. They were facing forward, blaster rifles held at the ready. No doubt they were waiting for orders on their headsets. Behind the lines the mobile grenade launcher hovered. He saw the stormtrooper on the front platform with his hands on the controls.

Now or never.

He swung out into midair, flipped his body over, missed ramming the cave wall by a hair, and landed on the narrow ledge. He rolled as far back as he could, concealing himself in the shadows. His heart hammered as he waited, wondering whether a grenade would blast him into the sky.

Nothing happened. They hadn't seen him. So far, so good.

Ferus felt the Force gather. Garen. Garen had accessed it and it was growing.

Ferus leaped over the heads of the attacking stormtroopers. But if those stormtroopers didn't see him, the ones on the mobile mortar did, clattering it to life. Grenades flew through the air, heading toward him in midair. Garen's lightsaber felt balanced in his hand, and the blue shaft glowed. He deflected the grenades as they whizzed toward him, batting them down to the stormtroopers below.

It felt extraordinary to have a lightsaber back in his hand. His training came back to him, and he didn't have to push for it. It was there in the way he moved, there in the precise angle of his attack.

He landed on the mobile platform, his boots connecting with the stormtrooper and sending him flying off the platform. He slid into the seat, reversed the repulsorlift engine with a jerk, gunning the motor to capacity. The stormtrooper behind fell off.

The battalion scattered before him as he hit them with a barrage of grenades. He could use the mortar to enter the cave and swoop up Garen.

But suddenly the mortar pitched to the side. The stormtrooper had suddenly leaped back aboard. Ferus felt the heat of a blaster bolt by his ear. He ducked, trying to wield his lightsaber at the same time. It was a difficult move, but one he could have easily managed in his youth. Now his lightsaber skills were rusty and he was just a bit off balance. To Ferus's horror, he began to fall off the mortar as the stormtrooper aimed his blaster and fired.

So. Maybe I'm not as up to speed as I thought I was.

He felt the searing heat in his shoulder. He was blown back off the mortar and hit the ground hard.

Okay. A gorgodon uses me as a punching bag and an evil vision throws me around like a laserball. Now I've been shot with a blaster. Not a good day.

He saw the mortar stop in midair and spin. It was coming back for him.

Fury pounded through him. Fury at himself. He'd blown it. It was going to end here for him, outside the caves of Ilum. The most sacred place to the Jedi, and here his bones would lie. The Force slowed down time, and he reactivated his lightsaber. He couldn't move out of the way of the coming barrage in time, he knew that, but he would join the Force still fighting.

He saw a shimmer out of the corner of his eye, a flicker of light. Something was falling from the sky.

Suddenly, an explosion of light sent him crashing back to the ground.

An alpha charge. A small blast thrown right on the mobile mortar. Then another, and another.

The grenades went up in a huge blast. Ferus rolled down the slope, tumbling, anything to get away from that terrible heat. He came to rest by knocking his head against a boulder.

He saw Trever in a fighter, releasing explosives onto the squad below, with a bulkier transport ship in pursuit. The stormtroopers went scurrying for cover.

—The Last of The jedi: Dark Warning

Ferus Olin deflects blaster fire from twenty Stormtroopers.

The Force surged, a warning, only a half second before he heard the door open.

He really had to work on his Force connection. What was the use of a warning if suddenly twenty stormtroopers appeared in your face?

"Whoa!" Trever dived to the floor as blaster fire streaked through the air. Ferus's lightsaber danced, deflecting the bolts.

He spoke urgently under the cover of the noise. "There's another exit by the stoves. Go, now!" He barked out the order, and Trever took off, running in a crazy pattern that made it hard for the stormtroopers to get a fix on him. Ferus retreated, keeping his lightsaber moving, and thinking, as a Jedi would, three steps ahead.

—The Last of The Jedi: Underworld

Ferus and The Erased fight a number of thugs. Here, Ferus show cases his proficiency with blaster redirection and is regarded as ferocious and powerful with his fighting style.

Then he saw them. The gang had materialized, seemingly out of thin air, but Trever now saw the narrow passageway that snaked off the arched walk. Keets had pushed him out of the way of a stun dart just in time. Trever looked up and saw that Oryon had already reached for his light repeating blaster from his back holster. Keets held a blaster pistol in his hand. Now Trever saw the streaks of blaster fire in the darkness, a steady barrage, as the gang moved forward. There were at least fifteen of them, each more brutal-looking than the rest.

Ferus was already running, his lightsaber sweeping in a continually moving arc. The attackers were clearly startled at the ferocity and power he exhibited, not to mention the blaster fire that suddenly

boomeranged back at them. They kept firing as they retreated, shouting curses at Ferus and promising to kill him.

Oryon and Hume kept up a position on Ferus's flank, each of them firing their weapons. Keets and Rhya were only slightly behind, while Gilly and Spence split up and began to chase the gang as they gave up firing and fled.

—The Last of the Jedi: Underworld

Here, a tired Ferus Olin and the graceful Fy-Tor-Ana, now known as Solace; fight a number of Imperial attack. Here the two destroy a patrol squad of droids in second

Malorum and his officers had withdrawn most of the stormtroopers, but they had left attack droids to continue the patrols, to prevent interference from intruders. Ferus bounded toward the first group as it wheeled to engage them. His lightsaber moved rapidly as he mowed through them from one side while Solace took the other. She was all movement and no wasted motion, her lightsaber a blur. She was faster and better than Ferus and together they destroyed the droids in only seconds. They met in the middle and raced through the gap they'd created, smoke rising around them.

—The Last of The Jedi: Underworld.

Here, Ferus duels and defeats the first ever Grand Inquisitor of the Galactic Empire, Malorum.

Ferus's increased his speed, mowing down stormtroopers that got in his way: The thud of his boots sounded out his purpose. He held his lightsaber aloft.

He burst through the grand double doors of the hangars. Amid the gleaming ships and stacks of cartons he saw the flicker of a red cape. Malorum had seen him and was running away. He chased him down a long hallway that connected to another grand building.

The hallway opened up into a gigantic circular area. Platforms and bridges were stacked hundreds of meters high. The space was filled with a low-level hum. He was in the Theed power generator.

The knowledge thudded through his brain. This was where the great Jedi Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, had fallen. Every Padawan had heard the story.

It was here, Ferus thought. This is the place Obi-Wan fought Darth Maul to the death.

But now it was different. He wasn't fighting a Sith. He was fighting an Imperial Inquisitor - skilled, with powerful weapons, yes. But not a Sith.

Then Malorum turned, baring his teeth in a smile. And showed Ferus his lightsaber.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Ferus was startled. He and Obi-Wan had both felt that Malorum was a Force-sensitive. But that was a long way from being proficient with a lightsaber.

Where had he received lightsaber training? Malorum held the lightsaber easily in a classic ready stance, the red shaft projecting downward.

Ferus circled him slowly, holding his dark gaze. So. A former Jedi and a Sith pretender were about to fight. Interesting.

Malorum charged. The two lightsabers clashed. Ferus felt a surprising amount of power from Malorum. Maybe this wouldn't be so easy.

But it would be done.

He whirled around in a one-hundred-eighty degree turn, kicking out with his foot at the same moment. He missed Malorum's chin by a whisker.

Ferus liked to fight with his boots as well as his lightsaber. He had learned to fight without a lightsaber when he'd been a regular citizen of Bellassa. Sometimes that meant fighting dirty. Looking for openings, using whatever materials came to hand. He could still street-fight if he had to.

He fought without urgency just yet, circling Malorum, challenging him, watching him for weaknesses. Ferus ticked them off in his head. Malorum relied on agility but had little grace. He had strength but did not know how to use it effectively. But most of all - and this was what Ferus was sure would defeat him - Ferus could feel Malorum's emotion in his style. Anger fueled his attacks. It was a mistake many made. Not a Jedi.

After feints and attacks, they came to a long passage with curving walls. A series of energy gates ran down it. Electron rays pulsed in a rhythmic fashion. Ferus remembered this from the story he'd heard as a Padawan. The energy gates had slowed Obi-Wan and he'd been unable to come to his Master's aid in his final battle with Darth Maul. In those crucial seconds, he'd watched Qui-Gon receive the fatal blow and fall, right before his eyes.

Here he was in the middle of a battle, and he was suddenly pierced with a sharp sympathy for Obi-Wan. For the past weeks he'd been intimidated by the Jedi Master, irritated by his silences, upset at his decisions. Now he fully realized how little he understood of what lay beneath.

I can't imagine what he's seen. How he's suffered. What he's lost.

He made it through the first energy gate but suddenly they buzzed shut behind and ahead of him. Malorum was in the next chamber. How odd it was to see your enemy and be unable to move.

He could just make out Malorum's words.

"You can't stop me," Malorum said. "You can only slow me down."

"Oh, I'll stop you," Ferus replied. "Even though I'll miss our conversations."

The energy gates sprang open. Ferus jumped forward, swinging his lightsaber. Malorum parried and came a little too close to connecting to Ferns's shoulder. He had to leap backward, and the energy gates shut again.

"I've learned from the best," Malorum grunted through his teeth.

"Siri Tachi. Obi-Wan Kenobi. Soara Antana. Yoda himself." Ferus didn't know if Malorum could hear him, but he felt the names of his teachers resonate inside him like a powerful chant. "You don't know what the best is."

The energy gates opened again and Ferus surged forward, driving Malorum backward. "Want to be a Sith, Malorum?" he taunted. "Is that it? Palpatine's puppy is tired of biting ankles?"

Rage darkened Malorum's face. Good. Exactly what he'd hoped.

Malorum sprang forward in a fast combination that Ferus had a tough time parrying. The dark side of the Force hummed with him now as his anger grew.

Okay, maybe it was time for a new strategy.

Malorum reversed directions and was able to run out onto a catwalk. Ferus leaped to follow him. He wondered if Malorum was heading for an exit. He knew if Malorum was able to get out of here, he would lose him. It was almost as if Malorum knew the way and was leading him on. Maybe he was trying to lead him back to the Imperial army, hoping they were still fighting.

They fought furiously now, using every inch of catwalk. They fought around the deep central core, hundreds of meters down. Ferus used his advantage of Force agility to leap and somersault, giving power to his thrusts. He fought using the lightsaber only, saving another kick or an elbow for when he needed it, when Malorum wouldn't be looking for it.

He pushed Malorum back, forcing him to rely on balance to avoid falling into the pit below. Malorum twisted and turned, but he was beginning to sweat.

Ferus saw his chance. He left himself slightly open, and Malorum charged. As he came in, Ferus slammed his elbow directly into Malorum's forehead. It stunned him for a split second, and Ferus used the hilt of his lightsaber to smash Malorum's lightsaber out of his hands. The lightsaber shot outward, directly over the pit.

Malorum's mouth opened in a cry that echoed off the walls. "No!" he shouted. Ferus could feel the Force pulsing as Malorum leaped into the air, straining to catch the lightsaber as it spun. Straining to harness the Force to push the lightsaber hilt toward him and carry him safely to the next catwalk.

Don't . . strain ... Ferus watched Malorum make the elemental mistake of any early-year Jedi student.

He saw that Malorum was blinded by need. If he lost the lightsaber, he would be disgraced. He would never be a Sith.

Malorum's lightsaber dropped like a stone. Still in midair, Malorum lost his grip on the Force. His cape flapped around him, and Ferus saw the panic in his eyes.

Then he dropped down, down, down, into the central core. And Obi-Wan's secret went with him.

—The Last of The Jedi: Death on Naboo

Ferus holds off an entire battalion of Stormtroopers by himself.

Solace gunned the engines and soared away from the flying debris. She hovered outside in the air while Roan manned the laser cannons. He made one accurate shot, blasting one droideka and sending the flaming mass of metal into the other one.

Ferus rolled to his feet, coughing out the dust. "Discord missile!" he shouted, spotting one in the air. He knew from his Clone Wars service that it was filled with a flock of buzz droids, those lethal droids that could adhere to a starfighter going at top speed and drill into it, disabling it in seconds.

Solace dove away, but the discord missile kept tracking.

Lune suddenly sent his laser lasso flying. It was a clean red line in the air, flying outward toward the missile. Ferus held his breath. He could feel the Force in the air as Lune unknowingly used it to guide the lasso. Lune may not have been aware of what the Force was, but his mother was in danger and he would make it work for him.

Thinking frantically, Ferus jumped onto a small airspeeder. He shepherded Trever and Lune inside, then started the engine. "Drive!" he ordered Trever. He leaped onto the back of the speeder, lightsaber in hand, and deflected fire. Trever took off.

The lasso snaked around the missile, hard enough to yank it slightly off course. It crashed into the side of the hangar. Solace zoomed away, under fire from the ground now.More stormtroopers were spilling up the ramp, blaster rifles firing. Ferus released Trever and kept the two boys behind him as his lightsaber arced in the air, deflecting fire. While he moved backward, he considered what to do. Solace was circling around, trying to avoid fire and get back inside the hangar. The battalion was between her and Ferus. More were coming every moment. One of them fired a missile and it hit only meters away. Ferus felt the heat of the blast on his face. Thinking frantically, Ferus jumped onto a small airspeeder. He shepherded Trever and Lune inside, then started the engine. "Drive!" he ordered Trever. He leaped onto the back of the speeder, lightsaber in hand, and deflected fire. Trever took off.

—The Last of The Jedi: A Tangled Web

As a Padawan, Ferus demonstrates showings of what is clearly the beginning signs of a Juyo practitioner. He later states that he had gone to jedi masters with this situation and eventually learned to control it, implying that he was one of the few Jedi to allowed undergo Juyo training. This would make sense as the Jedi Order constantly praised Ferus and he had always been known for his maturity amongst them.

"Master, I've been thinking about something," he said. "I feel myself growing stronger in the Force. On this last mission . . . when we fought ... I was . . . happy."

She opened one eye and looked at him. "Do you mean, when we fought side by side on Meldazar together, you felt pleasure in how you could move, could bring down your enemy with one stroke?"

"Yes." Ferus felt ashamed. "Is that wrong?"

"Well." She raised herself on her elbows. Sunlight picked out bright individual strands in her blond hair, which she'd recently cropped even shorter than usual.

"Yes," she said. "It is wrong to attach emotion in a battle. It's wrong to feel pleasure when an enemy falls. A Jedi should feel regret - regret that a life has been taken, regret that a physical battle had to be fought at all. But the Force gives us great gifts, Ferus. It isn't wrong to take pleasure in your own gifts. To take pleasure in your mastery of skill. It's a struggle for every Jedi to attain balance, sometimes even for Jedi Masters. Look at Mace Windu. His style is Form VII. What do you know about Form VII?"

"That only the best fighters can control it."

"Exactly. It can bring you close to the dark side, to what the Sith focus on. But Mace Windu can control it. My point is that even Mace Windu must acknowledge this danger, of the pleasure in power. That's the only way he can dismiss it. In other words, my perpetually worried Padawan" - Ferus remembered her smile, the rare smile that was gentle, not mischievous or mocking - "the fact that you ask the question guards you against the dangers of it."

It had been a typical Jedi response. If you are aware of a problem, you take the first step toward eliminating it. Helpful at the time, but that was when he had a Temple to go to, Jedi Masters around him. All that careful study, all those simple and profound rules of the order - they had answered his every doubt.

Was leaving the Jedi a relief in a way because he never had to think about that again?

—The Last of The Jedi: Return to The Dark Side

Ferus defeats prowler droids casually.

Ferus activated his lightsaber. Flame's eyes grew wide.

"Did I mention he once trained to be a Jedi?" Trever asked.\

Ferus charged into the hallway. The prowler droids immediately darted toward him like a flock of angry birds. He leaped up, slashing the first one into smoking bits, then reversed and took out two more. Meanwhile the spider droids sent blaster fire his way. He deflected, it back to one, which burst into flame. He took out the other spider droid and casually sliced the last prowler in two with a backward swipe as he strode to the door.

He heard Flame's soft voice from down the hall. "No, Trever. You didn't mention it."

—The Last of The Jedi: Return to The Dark Side

Here, Ferus recognizes a move from that Darth Vader used, a move that was a combination of Ataru and one of Juyo. While many would argue that he merely recognized the forms in the same way Luminara Unduli recognized Asajj Ventress’ Makashi fighting style, I would counter with this. Unlike Luminara, Ferus was able to recognize the move of Forms, Ataru and Juyo. What’s more Juyo was a form taught only to a select few within the Order, there is no way Ferus would have been able to recognize Juyo unless he studied it. Thus this here would further establish him as a Juyo practitioner.

Ferus suddenly sat up. He had heard a voice as clearly as if it had been spoken aloud.

Break it down, Ferus.

Obi-Wan? That was what he would say, in that cool way that could be so annoying.

Break down the movement; don't see it as a blur. You 're a Jedi - yes, you are! - so be a Jedi.

He didn't feel like a Jedi. But he would obey that voice and try to break it down.

He closed his eyes and grabbed the memory. This time he struggled to leave his feelings behind. He had to see it clear.

He saw Darth Vader move now. He saw the curl of his cape. The way he turned his body, the position of his feet, the way his arm moved. He had used a classic Jedi shun move, rotating the lightsaber 360 degrees, but the rotation had moved so fast he'd been unable to track it.

Break it down.

Form IV. Then Form VII, the most advanced Jedi form. Done aggressively, with impeccable control.

Coldness gripped his heart. Jedi moves.

The movement had been done with a grace and finesse that rendered it not part of a drill but part of Vader's body. He brought an individual flair to it that made it his own.

Something familiar about that form. An aggression, a confidence ... It struck a memory he couldn't touch. But who could it be?

If he could only know how old Vader was. Had he been on the Council? Such expertise suggested it.

I know him. I know the way he moves.

But everyone he'd studied with was dead. He couldn't say for certain that every Jedi he'd ever met was dead, but he knew the fate of all the Padawans. It had to have been an instructor, or perhaps a Jedi Master who had been away for long periods, so long he had lost his connection to the Jedi Temple, and Palpatine had exploited it. ...

How could a Jedi be turned? It didn't seem possible, not to any Jedi he had personally known.

—The Last of The Jedi: Secret Weapon

This is perhaps one of Ferus’s more impressive feats. Here Ferus fights Vader. While at first glance it is only somewhat impressive. it should be noted that before this fight Vader moves with incredible speed during their first initial battle, and here, Ferus duels with him somewhat evenly, even striking Vader with his blade several times.

It happened before he could get out another word. Faster than an eyeblink. Faster than he'd seen anyone move, anyone except Yoda.

The lightsaber hadn't been there, and then it was, and the lightsaber was a blur. Vader moved without seeming to move, and the lightsaber sliced into Roan, straight into his chest. Straight into his heart.

Roan fell to his knees. At first, pain filmed his gaze but he didn't flinch, he just looked at Ferus. Looked long and hard and said many things in the space of a second.

Don't give yourself away for me.

Amie cried out and knelt to support Roan. Ferus ran forward and caught him as he fell. He didn't care about his cover, he didn't even care about Roan's warning, he only knew the remarkable pain he felt.

Roan reached out for Ferus's forearm, his fingers slipping off. Ferus picked up Roan's hand and placed it on his arm. Then he put his hand on Roan's other arm in their private greeting, their private farewell. He squeezed Roan's arm, wishing he could pass his strength into him.

He'd seen enough of death to know it was too late. "Farewell, brother," he whispered. He felt Roan's spirit lift, he felt it fly.

And he was left alone.

So alone that there was no thought, only rage so black it blotted everything else out.

He launched himself at Darth Vader, his lightsaber in his hand.

Chapter Nineteen

His lightsaber came down on empty air.

He thought he'd have the element of surprise, at least, but Vader had expected the attack. He had wanted it. He had provoked it. He had killed Roan to provoke Ferus. There was no other explanation for it, and it served to fuel Ferus's rage.

Roan had died for this?

Ferus heard Amie shout, but he couldn't focus on anything but his own need to plunge his lightsaber deep into Vader. He whirled and attacked again, but Vader again was gone, moving with a speed and lightness that was surprising considering his body armor.

Ferus felt the dark side of the Force fill the air, choking him. And suddenly his body was wrenched forward, and he hung in the air like a puppet. He looked down at Vader's helmet.

"I am bored," Darth Vader said. He placed his glowing lightsaber against Ferus's neck.

Ferus waited to be killed. He looked into that helmet and felt the stirring of something ... personal. A hatred deep in a black heart, a hatred so big it was directed not so much at Ferus but at what he represented.

What is the source of his hate?

Stormtroopers suddenly filled the hallway, their blaster rifles held in attack mode. Ferus felt the grip of the Force ease, and he crashed to the floor.

"Take him. And her. And take that one away." Vader's order was crisp.

"And the weapon, sir?"

Vader turned and looked down at the lightsaber hilt still in Ferus's hand. "He can keep it. As a reminder of his failure."

He turned and walked down the hall and disappeared.

The stormtroopers dragged Roan away like a sack of grain.

Ferus felt them lift him, force him to walk alongside Amie. Prison again. Execution, most certainly. He didn't care.

—The Last of The Jedi: Secret Weapon

Here Ferus relives that scene

The lightsaber moved so fast, it was as though it jumped from Vader's hand. The mortal strike was assured and driven by the Force, the dark side that surrounded Vader and pulsed steadily from him. He had only been a blur.

—The Last of The Jedi: Secret Weapon

And finally, Ferus duels Darth Vader, matching the Dark Lord in speed and landing several strikes on his old Rival.

Ferus saw the glow of Vader's lightsaber as he activated his own.

This was it, then. The final confrontation.

He was ready. His rage was ice and fire.

He charged.

His first blow was easily parried. He came at Vader again. Again. Circling, jumping, vaulting past him, turning. Each time his lightsaber came toward him, it was eilher deflected in a shock that ran up his arm, Vader simply wasn't there.

"If you cannot even touch me, how can you win?" Darth Vader asked.

Ferus focused on his anger. He remembered Palpatine's words.

There is no limit to what you can do.

He charged at the dark figure again. This time his strike came close. He touched the edge of Vader's cape. He smelled the singed material.

Now, while he's off balance. Now.

"Maybe I'll just get lucky," Ferus said. "Anakin."

Vader came at him with surprising swiftness, but Ferus was able to Force-leap away. Still he sensed that Vader was holding himself back, playing with him for now.

"So you know who I was," Vader said. "Do you think that would make a difference to me? Anakin Skywalker is dead."

"Was it because the Council wouldn't let you become a Master? You always had to struggle with your ego, didn't you?"

"It was never a struggle. I was always the best."

" 'Best' is not a Jedi concept."

"That is the trouble with the Jedi."

Ferus wasn't tired yet, but he knew he was expending too much energy. He was tapping into his anger and fighting better thah he ever had, but it wasn't enough. He had to unsettle Vader. He had to find the key.

He had everything he needed to defeat him, didn't he? He had the Sith Holocron for strength, Vader's true identity in his hand, his own rage. With those tools, he could do it. The Emperor had told him he could. Ferus thought quickly. He wanted to pick the battleground. Someplace that would unsettle the former Jedi.

There - the stairway to the Jedi High Council spire. Ferus started to climb. He knew Vader would follow.

He came out into the circular room. It was half rubble, the seating blackened lumps, the vast transparisteel shattered. Wind whipped through the room.

The Dark Lord entered. The wind blew back his cape. He stood, legs apart, ready for battle. Looking forward to it, Ferus was sure.

"The Emperor cannot protect you now," Vader said.

What next? What could Ferus do to get him off balance? He suddenly had a flash of intuition. He remembered what Keets had told him.

"What about Senator Amidala?" he asked, leaping away from Vader. He faced him, his lightsaber held in an offensive position. "What about Padme? What happened on Mustafar?"

He felt the quake in Vader. He had reached him at last.

"Do not mention her name!"

"I thought it was a lie, that the Jedi killed her," Ferus suddenly understood, the Sith Holocron burning under his tunic. "ft wasn't. You killed her, didn't you? You killed the woman you loved."

Vader's wrath filled the room. Ferus could feel it. Instead of turning away from it, he took it. He filled himself with it.

This is what the Emperor meant. This is the last step.

He flew across the room and this time he landed a blow.

Vader roared. It was a howl of fury, inarticulate, undisciplined. Totally unlike his usual icy control. The control box on his chest started to smoke.

Stones in the floor ripped out and were flung toward Ferus. He dodged them, rolling and twisting away. A blackened piece of furniture flew across the chamber and smashed into the wall over his head.

Anything that could be torn from the floor or walls came at him - conduits, debris, hunks of stone. He dodged and weaved, attacking and retreating as Vader hit him with everything he had.

"How did you kill her, Anakin? Did you lose control? Did you see her die, Anakin? Is that why you wanted Zan Arbor to perfect that drug? Was it for you, Anakin? So you could forget her? So you could forget your wife?"

Another roar from Vader. part of the ceiling gave way. Durasteel melted, smoke rose from the debris. Ferus leaped over a gaping hole in the floor and attacked Vader again, but his lightsaber cut through empty air.

The anger inside Ferus was now like liquid fuel inside him. He was feeding off Vader's rage, he was pushing every molecule of his body and feeling every molecule of the room respond to him. Everything was clear, hard-edged. His body obeyed him without any hesitation, and his mind was focused. He had no doubt that he could defeat Vader. No doubt.

And that was what the dark side brought him.

When he won, when he defeated him, he could take the victory to the Emperor, and he could be greater than Darth Vader, more powerful than even the Chosen One had been.

He charged at Vader and made contact. Vader waited a beat too long to deflect him. The blow shuddered off his body arrnor. Something inside fused and the plastoid melted. Ferus could smell buming circuits. At the same time, he detected a tremor in Vader's arm.

Suddenly he was picked up and slammed against the wall. He fought to hold onto his consciousness.

"Don't . . . get . . . cocky," Vader said.

Ferus rolled away from the blow that followed, barely escaping. He looked up. For a moment Vader was just a shape at the side of the room. For a moment, a trick of the eye or the light, he saw the room as it had been. The seats were restored, the air traffic outside flashing, the potent energy of the Force filling the room because the Jedi Masters were still alive.

Ferus felt it invade him, the sense of peace and light.

No, push it away! Listen to us! You could have been a great Jedi Knight, and they let you go! They never appreciated you!

It was true, wasn't it? Ferus saw himself as a Padawan, standing before the Masters. Taking responsibility for something that wasn't his fault. Tru's lightsaber. He had fixed it secretly. . . .

He remembered that day. He remembered the compassion in that room.

Another vision came to him, of himself as a Padawan, accepting responsibility for what he had done. The Jedi Masters sorrowful, showing him the two paths he could take. He could have stayed. He chose to go.

His choice.

The room returned to its ruined state. He was crouching, breathing hard.

Connect.

The Force was still here in the ancient stones.

The stories of all the Jedi who had lived and died here, they were here, too. His story was here. Not as distinguished as most, shorter than many, but his. He had followed the path for as long as he could, as well as he could, and the Masters had never asked for more than that.

He felt the wisdom of the Masters inside him, and he gripped that feeling with his hands and let it fill his heart. He rose. He had no doubt that they had reached out and touched him. Many hands on his shoulder, showing him. Here is one way. Here is another. Choose.

He had come so close.

He walked out of the dark side and into the light.

I am a Jedi.

Now he knew with absolute certainty that he had to be rid of the Sith Holocron. It had been slowly poisoning him. He had been a fool to think he could take what he wanted and not be corrupted. He had fallen into the Emperor's trap. Almost.

He Force-leaped over Vader, surprising him, and let himself fall into the hole in the floor. He heard Vader's chuckle.

"Run like the coward you are!"

The wind whistled past his ears as he fell. He landed safely in the Map Room. He headed for the stairs.

He took each turning at top speed, Force-leaping most of the way. He knew where to go. The heart of the building, the power core. No longer operational, it would still contain enough residual energy, if not to destroy the Sith Holocron, then to damage it. He ran through the hallways and found the central conduit that ran, he knew, straight down to the power core. He reached into his tunic.

You are throwing away your only chance at success.

This is not the kind of success I want.

The voices of darkness were a clamor inside him as he held the Sith Holocron. He threw it in. He felt something rip inside him. It was an agonizing pain that sent him down on his knees. He breathed through it, calling on the Force to help him.

He felt it lift. He was exhausted, but he was free. He was himself again.

Vader came out of nowhere, raising a gloved hand. Ferus felt himself lifted up, over Vader's head. He couldn't breathe.

"You should know before you die that your dream is dead," Vader said. "Don't you know I can bow anyone to my will?"

Ferus was slammed against the wall. He felt himself losing consciousness.

He was glad, in the end, that he would die here at the Temple. With the ghosts of his friends, his mentors, his fellow Jedi. He would become one with the Force in the place he first discovered and nourished it.

—The Last of The Jedi: Reckoning



8-9 after the events of Last of The Jedi: Reckoning, Ferus fights off three men who attempt to kidnap the 8-9 year old princess Leia. Here he displays what I consider to be Form vII, Juyo.

He watches her climb out the window and leap nimbly to the ground. She sprints into the shadows.

He follows.

Ferus knows he could alert Bail Organa to his daughter's departure - but that is not his job. He is only to observe and, when necessary, protect.

He has observed a smart, headstrong girl. Too stubborn and too careless, with a fierce sense of justice. He has seen her pick a fight with a boy twice her size, avenging the ill treatment of a wounded thranta. He has watched her do battle with her father over etiquette and homework and when she will be permitted to accompany him to Coruscant-but none of the arguments have changed the fact that she adores him, studies every move Bail Organa makes, wants to be just like him when she grows up. It is Ferus's job to make sure she has the chance.

Just a job, he reminds himself constantly. Leia charms everyone around her. Such a serious face, such an intense will, in such a young girl. But Ferus knows well the dan-gers of growing attached. It blinds the senses, dulls the instincts. Leia has a large family, a full staff, an entire planet of people to love her. But she has only one who is solely dedicated to protecting her. Love is just a distraction.

The shadows appear just as she approaches the deserted marketplace. For a second, Ferus imagines he sees a pack of wild taopari stalking the young princess. Then his vision resolves itself: They are men, three of them.

But they are stalking her nonetheless.

She notices nothing. She is nearly skipping down the street, arms outstretched to the darkness. He can feel the joy rolling off her in waves. Her anger at her father has dissipated, leaving behind a pure exuberance at being alone in the night. She is free, and the freedom is forbid-den, making it all the sweeter.

She doesn't sense the danger - but Ferus can. He activates his lightsaber. The blue blade shimmers in the night. Ferus stretches out with the Force, and the men's whispers tickle his ears as if he is standing invisibly in their midst.

"Too risky, it's got to be a trap."

"Don't be paranoid, she's on her own. Now's our chance."

"She's just a kid; they wouldn't let her out alone like this."

"Exactly, she's a kid, she probably ran away. They might not even know she's gone yet, and by the time they do, we'll be long gone."

"It's still a risk."

"No risk, no reward. And Senator Aak's going to pay big."

"Bold move, using Organa's daughter to blackmail him."

"Bold and brilliant - if the Senator gets the kid, Organa will vote however he wants. His power's gone."

"We're not gonna hurt her, right? She's a kid."

"You said that already."

"No, we're not gonna hurt her."

"As long as she behaves."

Ferus strikes. He streaks through the dark night, invisible but for his glowing blade. The blade swoops down in a graceful arc, slicing through the largest man's blaster. In a single, fluid move, Ferus whirls around and jabs his foot into a soft, fleshy stomach. There is a quiet "oooof," and the second man drops to the ground. Ferus steps down hard on his wrist, forcing him to drop the laser pistol he's just retrieved.

The third man strikes at Ferus's head. The blaster hilt slams into his skull. Before Ferus can protect himself, another blow lands. There is sharp crack of durasteel on bone. Ferus stumbles backward, dazed. His vision clouds over.

That shouldn't have happened, he thinks, lashing out blindly with his lightsaber. Perhaps the years of inaction have left him soft. Clumsy. Perhaps his connection with the Force is weakening. It wouldn't be the first time.

A laser bolt whizzes by, close enough that he can feel the heat against his cheek. He raises his light-saber, stretching instinctively toward the incoming blasts. As he breathes in deeply, trying to absorb the throbbing pain in his head, blast after blast sparks off the glowing blade.

One of the men he's knocked to the ground is climbing to his feet. He lunges toward Ferus.

"No!" shouts the man with the blaster. "You'll block the shot!"

It is all the opening Ferus needs.

The first man throws a punch. Ferus ducks and grabs his forearm in a durasteel grip. He pulls the struggling man into a tight embrace, using his body as a shield. The blaster bolts stop instantly.

The pain in his head ebbs away, and the moment stretches. He is suddenly clear on how to end this.

The Force is with him again.

Ferus grabs the thug he's using as a shield and flings him toward the man holding the blaster. It is a direct hit. They stumble backward and hit the ground in a tangled heap. The blaster goes flying. Ferus lunges forward and snatches it out of the air. He grips his lightsaber, poised to strike.

But the men stay on the ground. They know this is over.

"I don't want to hurt you," Ferus growls, as the thugs cower beneath him. He suddenly realizes this is a lie. They are enemies of the princess - thus he wants to destroy them.

It is a dangerous emotion, and he allows it to flow through him, leaking away. He has seen what anger can do. It offers a sweet power that he never wants to taste again. Only one of the men is still on his feet, and he takes a step toward Ferus, then thinks better of it. Ferus gestures to the ground with his lightsaber. The man drops down beside his fellow conspirators.

Ferus feels a tinge of battle rush, the dizzy excitement that always follows a victory. It's been so long since he has stood against an enemy face to face. So long since he's gripped his lightsaber with anything but nostalgia and regret.

His lightsaber... They have not seen his face, but they have seen his weapon. If stories spread of a Jedi wandering the streets of Alderaan, it will draw the Empire's scrutiny. He has endangered himself. Which means he has endangered Leia.

Vader would kill them, Ferus thinks suddenly. They are my enemies, they are Leia's enemies. Vader would argue that it is the only way.

There was a time when dark thoughts like that bubbled up inside of him, disguised as his own. The dark side of the Force lay at the bottom of a steep cliff, and he had come far too close to the edge.

Those days are behind him.

—Star Wars: Rebel Force: Hostage

After years of inaction, Ferus uses his lightsaber for the first time in a long time and easily dispatches of a group Stormtroopers

Elad didn't hesitate. He took off down the hallway. Ferus activated his lightsaber, and advanced toward the remaining stormtroopers. When they saw he'd dropped the blaster, they abandoned their hiding places and rushed him. Time slowed to a crawl. He struck out with the lightsaber, once, twice, thrusting its glowing blade into the nearest stormtrooper. He somersaulted through the air, dodging the man's fallen body, and deflected a blast of laserfire. The blue beam swooped and swirled, carving elaborate arcs through the air.

A Jedi never craves violence, never enjoys it.

But Ferus's lightsaber had sat hidden and unused for a long time. Wielding it again, finally taking action instead of just sitting around and endlessly watching, waiting ... it felt like coming home.

X-7 raced down the hall, pausing to look back just before he turned the corner. Out of curiosity, not concern. Was the fool already dead?

Two bodies lay on the floor, both of them stormtroop-ers. And between the two still on their feet, was Fess. But a different Fess than X-7 had seen before. He was leaping nimbly away from the blaster shots, with a dancer's liq-uid grace. He moved so fast that he almost seemed to be in two or three places at once.

But that wasn't the strangest thing.

The strangest thing was the glowing blue blade slashing through the air, deflecting laserbolts, spiraling toward the stormtroopers and effortlessly slicing through their armor.

So Fess, whoever he was, had a lightsaber. A carefully hidden lightsaber. And, unlike Luke, he seemed to know how to use it.

Interesting.

—Star Wars: Rebel Force: Hostage

Ferus takes on the skilled assassin, X-7 and defeats the man. X-7 has moved in blurs and matched the Force adept, Lune “Div” Divinian in blade combat, with Lune being considered a master swordsman.

X-7's finger twitched toward the trigger. Div launched himself at X-7, knocking him off balance. They tumbled to the ground. X-7's blast rifle flew out of his hand. He slammed a fist into Div's shoulder, jabbing it squarely into Div's wound. Div clenched his teeth, trying to ignore the pain, but his shoulder spasmed. X-7 hit the wound again, harder, and shoved him aside. Div struggled to fight back, but his strength was failing.

And then a glowing blade slashed down. X-7 threw himself out of the way just in time. Ferus struck again.

"I know what you are," X-7 gasped, springing to his feet and moving out of the way of the beam. "I've always known. You don't scare me, Jedi."

Ferus advanced, lightsaber raised. "I should."

Furious at his weakness, Div could do nothing but watch the fierce battle play out. Far below them, Luke had already finished setting the thermal detonators. Escape while you still can, Div urged him silently. But even if Div had shouted it, Luke never would have heard him over the thunder of the machinery.

Ferus slashed at X-7 with the blue blade. X-7 jumped-sidestepped out of the way, and suddenly, the assassin produced a lightwhip, crackling with deadly laser energy. He flicked it at Ferus, who leapt over the snakelike rope and somersaulted along the catwalk.

"Not bad, old man," X-7 said. "But not good enough." Swinging the whip in a deadly arc with one hand, he wielded a blaster with the other. The weapon sent a wide spray of laserfire at Ferus, who was trapped against the railing with no cover. He slipped between the bursts of laserfire with nearly impossible speed and agility, then nimbly hopped onto the railing and balanced on the five-centimeter-wide durasteel.

X-7 released an icy chuckle and struck out with the whip, trying to knock Ferus off his perch. But Ferus used the height to his advantage, his lightsaber bearing down on X-7's arm. X-7 stifled a cry of pain and dropped the blaster. A bloody stain spread across his shirt. He went into a frenzy, hacking and slashing with his good arm. The whip whistled through the air. It caught Ferus on the leg, only a light blow, but enough to knock him off balance. He toppled backward-and disappeared from sight.

Div gasped.

X-7 laughed again. It was a hard, inhuman noise, like grinding gears. He leaned over the railing. Div didn't want to imagine what X-7 saw below. Ferus's broken body, smashed on the duracrete.

"Where are you, old man?" X-7 sounded surprised.

He turned around-just in time to see Ferus spring over the opposite edge of the catwalk, his lightsaber pointed straight at X-7's heart.

His aim was true.

X-7 dropped to the ground, his eyes glassy, his body limp. Blood pooled beneath him. He gasped, as if he couldn't draw enough air. But then his rasping grew louder. He was trying to speak. It was just two syllables, soft but clear.

—Star Wars: Rebel Force: Trapped

After exactly twenty years since their fateful battle on Coruscant, Darth Vader and Ferus Olin confront one another once again, with Ferus spending twenty years guarding his beloved Leia and Vader’s power continuously growing. The rivals square off in what is to be their final showdown. Despite the fact that Vader muses that he could kill Ferus with a thought, he only defeats Ferus after calling upon all of his rage, ending the Last of the Jedi.

Ferus grasped her hands and gave them a tight squeeze-it was as much of a good-bye as he could allow himself. If she knew what he was about to do-and how it would most likely end-she would never let him go.

Leia boarded the freighter and Ferus ran into the base, back the way they'd come. Back toward Vader. He didn't have far to run. As he rounded one corner, and then another, the stench of evil grew overwhelming, the air thick with darkness. And then, just beyond the second corner, there he was. Darth Vader, standing still in the middle of the hall, as if he were waiting. As if he knew exactly what was coming, and who.

Ferus froze at the opposite end of the corridor. He couldn't force his legs to carry him any closer.

"I had hoped you were dead," Darth Vader said in a low rumble.

"Sorry to disappoint you." Rage swelled within Ferus. He hadn't come face-to-face with Vader since that day, so many years ago, when the Sith had left him for dead. When Ferus had failed to avenge Roan's death, and left Vader alive, to kill so many more. Because Ferus failed, Vader lived to strike down Obi-Wan. To destroy nearly everything and everyone he touched. Standing before him, Ferus understood the true nature of hate.

He had told himself that he only wanted to stall Vader, to protect Leia. But that wasn't the whole truth.

He wanted another chance at killing the Dark Lord. He wanted to stand over Vader's body and watch him die.

"I could kill you where you stand," Vader said. "I could kill you with a thought."

"It would probably be easier," Ferus replied lightly. He knew he had to leave behind his hatred if he was going to survive this encounter. He couldn't beat Vader by matching him darkness for darkness. His rage would only cloud his connection to the Force; he needed to stay clear. "And you always were one to take the easy way out. Anakin."

"Anakin is dead," Vader said.

"So you've told me before," Ferus said. "You killed him. Just like you killed Obi-Wan. And Padm?." He watched carefully, hoping for some flinch, some sign, something to indicate that the name had some impact. If Anakin really was dead and gone, then Ferus had no chance left at all. Perhaps none of them did. "Erase all reminders of who you used to be, isn't that the plan? Any reminders of what you've done and how much it hurts?"

"You know nothing about pain," Vader said. Then he raised his lightsaber. The red beam glowed in the darkness. "But it will be my pleasure to teach you."

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Darth Vader had come for Luke Skywalker. He had come to find the boy who had caused so much trouble, wrought so much destruction-and somehow, inexplicably, bore Anakin's name.

But he had stayed-even when it became clear that Luke was gone, along with everyone else-because he sensed there was someone else hiding in the bowels of the station. Someone familiar. A presence that evoked strange and unsettling images of the past, of things he hadn't thought about for many years. Images of Padme?-her scent, the soft melody of her voice, the myriad details he'd spent two decades trying to forget. It meant there was someone on this station connected to his past, and that someone needed to die.

As he swept through the halls, he had been almost... not afraid, certainly. Fear was beneath him now, useful only as a weapon with which to destroy his enemies. No, he had been watchful, wondering who he might find lurking around the next corner.

Discovering Ferus had been a relief. This was no unknown variable from the past. Ferus was known, easily dealt with. A loose end he should have tied up long before. Ferus had no power over him; his words were empty. He was nothing but a feeble old man babbling about a dead past. And yet the sight of him-the sound of the name Padm? on his lips-was enraging. Ferus should be dead, as all the Jedi should be dead. It was infuriating that he was still crawling around like a Bossuk roach.

No longer. Vader stoked the rage, let it swell within him. His rage was his power-something the pathetic Jedi had never understood. His rage was bottomless; his power was limitless.

Ferus was nothing in the face of that. Less than nothing. A roach to be squashed underfoot.

Vader crossed the distance between them before the old man even had time to draw his weapon. I could kill him with a single blow, Vader thought. But there was no hurry. And he had to admit, he was curious. Ferus had become such a decrepit human specimen, paunchy and sad. Soft. It would be interesting to let him believe he could still put up a fight.

Vader swung his blade down. Ferus met it solidly. There was a dull hum as the red and blue blades clashed.

"Your technique has become lazy," Vader observed. He parried a blow, almost as an afterthought.

Ferus didn't reply. He was breathing heavily, gasping with each lunge and thrust. Vader deflected every strike with little more than a flick of the wrist.

"And you've gotten complacent," Ferus said, slashing diagonally. Vader retreated a step, and the lightsaber hummed through empty air. "You think no one can match you, right? Same old Anakin."

"Anakin is dead!" Vader roared, and struck with his full power. Time to end this game.

But Ferus somehow evaded the blow-and then danced away from the next one, and the next. The blue blade whirled and spiraled through the air, matching Vader strike for strike, blow for blow.

It was that name. That was the only explanation. Even the sound of it had somehow thrown him off balance.

This was unacceptable.

"You move well for a fat old man," Vader granted. He was more powerful by far, but the plastoid armor made for awkward maneuvering. And he would never reclaim the physical grace he'd had as Anakin.

Vader shook off the thought, disgusted with himself. Anakin had nothing that he wanted, nothing. He let the disgust grow. This was what he needed. Not grace, not that foul Jedi concentration. Anger.

Darkness. Control.

Ferus leapt through the air, driving the lightsaber down in a chopping motion as he arced toward the ground. The blade came within centimeters of Vader's face plate. Sweat poured down Ferus's face with the effort of continuing the fight. And yet still, he lived. "No older than you, Anakin," he gasped.

And it was true. They'd once been the same age, young and stupid, easily manipulated by their Jedi Masters. Now Vader was Master of all-and Ferus was this weak, stooped thing. Is this what Anakin would have grown into, had he stayed in that frail, human body? This sagging bag of loose flesh?

Vader was furious with himself for entertaining the thought. It didn't matter what Anakin would have become. Anakin was nothing-didn't exist, had never existed.

"There is no Anakin," Vader said.

"And yet here he is in front of me," Ferus countered. "The same cocky, deceitful, defiant, scared little boy you always were. You killed Obi-Wan because he saw the fear behind the mask. You killed Padme? because she saw the monster."

Rage blotted out Vader's vision, turning the world to darkness-everything disappeared but Ferus's disgusting, knowing smile. Ferus was the one who had never changed, was still the same insufferable child he'd always been. Vader should have done the galaxy a favor and snuffed him out at the Academy. Better late than never.

Ferus advanced with a dizzying series of strikes and parries. "You can kill me if you want. But you will never kill Anakin. I suspect someday, he'll kill you."

"Someday, perhaps." Vader flicked a gloved hand, and Ferus's lightsaber flew across the hall. "But unfortunately for you, that day is not today." He plunged his blade through Ferus's heart, and watched with pleasure as Anakin's long-lasting enemy dropped to the ground, the life draining from his eyes.

The pathetic old man knew nothing, he told himself. Anakin was dead and gone forever. And now there was no one who could bring him back.

—Star Wars: Rebel Force: Uprising

Marksmanship

Ferus, in his Force Illusion of "Fess" makes an impossible shot with a blaster.

"No thanks, buddy," Han said. "This one's all mine." Han didn't hear the footsteps behind him, and he didn't hear the blaster fire. He just saw the laser bolt slam into the kid's blade, centimeters from Leia's neck. It was a clean hit-the blade went flying. The kid backed away, examining his hand like he couldn't believe it was still in one piece.

Han couldn't believe it either. It was one of the cleanest shots he'd ever seen. He whirled around. A plump old man stood behind him, his jaunty grin mostly covered by a thick, graying beard. Han scoured the streets, convinced this couldn't be the guy who'd fired the shot. But there was no one else around.

And the old guy was holding a smoking blaster.

—Star Wars: Rebel Force: Hostage



Here, Ferus alongside Han Solo, Luke Skywalker, Chewbacca and the assassin, X-7 masquerading as Tobin Elad take on stormtroopers, after a brief exchange, Han, Luke and Chewie separate from Ferus and Tobin, leaving the two to deal with several stormtroopers.

Ferus dodged a laser blast and threw himself across the hall, slamming into the stormtrooper. He jerked his blaster over his head, smashing it into the trooper's plastoidface plate. With the help of the Force, the blow sent the stormtrooper reeling. Ferus waited for a clear shot, then fired.

His Jedi training gave him an advantage over the enemy. His senses were honed, his motions carefully chosen and lightning quick. As he battled through the crush of stormtroopers, time slowed for him. The Force alerted him when the enemy was set to strike. He darted out of the way an instant before the laserfire could hit its mark, and fought with an acrobatic grace.

Still, he was clumsy with a blaster. With his lightsaber, he could likely have taken out the stormtroopers all on his own. What was the point of keeping his identity a secret if it got them all killed?

Luke wasn't using his lightsaber either, Ferus noted. The boy was good with a blaster, but his hand kept stray-ing to the lightsaber's hilt, as if he were resisting the temptation to activate it.

He's afraid of failure, Ferus thought. He's afraid to try.

They battled their way down a long hallway, leaving a trail of armored bodies behind them. Ahead of them, the hall branched off in two directions. More stormtroopers approached from behind.

"Chewie, you search that hall, Luke and I'll take this one," Han shouted, signaling for Elad and Ferus to cover them as they rounded the corner.

Two was almost more effective than five in the narrow hallway. Elad seemed to anticipate Ferus's motions, ducking and weaving out of the way, his shots perfectly timed with Ferus's. He fights like a Jedi, Ferus thought. The stormtroopers surged forward, their boots pounding the ground in lockstep. The air blazed with laser fire. "This isn't working," Elad shouted over the noise. "We need to push back."

Ferus got his meaning. The stormtroopers were advancing toward the end of the hallway - any further, and they'd be able to turn the corner and take off after Han and Luke. He and Elad would have to force them back down to the other end of the hall, and hold them there as long as possible.

Ferus knew he could pull out his lightsaber and dispatch the guards within minutes. But if there was any other way ...

"In there!" Ferus said suddenly, jerked his head toward one of the open doors along the corridor.

"Run and hide?" Elad asked in disgust, dodging another blast. The hallways was filling up with a smoke so thick they could barely see the enemy.

"Neither," Ferus shot back. He pointed at the large cart just inside the storage closet, piled with medical equipment. Elad glanced over, eyebrows raised. Then he nodded, and darted inside. The stormtroopers fell back as Ferus peppered the hallway with laserfire. He drew on the Force to guide his aim, and the stormtroopers dropped, one by one. But there were still too many of them.

"Ready?" Elad said, pulling the cart out of the closet. Ferus climbed on top, shifting his balance as Elad began to push. The cart gained momentum, plowing toward the stormtroopers.

They couldn't hit a moving target. Especially one towering several feet over their heads, speeding down the hallway right for them. Ferus bounced on the balls of his feet, trying to maintain his balance as the cart hurtled down the hallway, straight into the ranks of the enemy. The high vantage point gave him a perfect shot. Blast after blast hit its mark, until the corridor was littered with armored bodies. Shielded by the cart, Elad took down his fair share of stormtroopers, blasting with one hand as he pushed Ferus down the hall. He seemed to be shooting blindly, and yet nearly every blast made contact.

Soon only three stormtroopers were still standing.

"Retreat!" one of them ordered. In unison, they darted to the edges of the corridor, sheltering themselves behind a series of open doors. Every few seconds, one would peek out just long enough to spray the hall with laserfire then duck back to safety.

Ferus hopped off the cart, feeling a surge of relief. Two against twenty had been daunting odds. Two against three? Even a Padawan could handle that.

But the thought of Padawans made him think of Luke and Leia, and he remembered they were still no closer to rescuing the princess than they'd been before. The relief vanished.

"Cover me," Elad suddenly shouted, dropping to the floor over the body of a fallen stormtrooper. Ferus stood over him, blasting away at the stormtroopers who were left.

—Star Wars: Rebel Force: Hostage

Force Powers

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Force Strength

The Force grew stronger. Ahead they saw a chamber with an intact door. It was bolted to the wall with a new lock.

Siri withdrew her lightsaber. Within seconds, the metal peeled back, giving them an entry to the chamber.

Ferus sat in the middle of the room. He quickly stood, facing them. "I am sorry for needing rescue, Master," he said to Siri. "I am sorry, Master Kenobi."

—Jedi Quest: The School of Fear

Ferus states that every Jedi lesson was easy for him.

Can I help it if the Jedi wisdom I have learned by rote speaks to my heart?” Ferus asked. "I don't say things because they will please you. I say them because I feel they are true. It's always been that way, from my earliest memory of the Temple. When I was taught, it was as though I already knew. Every Jedi lesson seemed to fit a groove inside my mind that had already been worn. It was why learning was so easy for me."

—Jedi Quest: The Changing of the Guard.



Obi-Wan considers Ferus to have an excellent connection to the Force

"You have a great connection to the Force," Obi-Wan said.

—Jedi Quest: The Changing of the Guard

He heard the lapping of the blue water. The song of a bird. He felt the Force gather and now he could not only hear everything with crystal clarity but feel it as well, pulsating through him.

—The Last of The Jedi: Death on Naboo



Palpatine states that Ferus has the potential to become more powerful than all of Sidious' Inquisitors and even Vader himseld.

He saw Palpatine pause. He'd interested him. "So, you are becoming curious about Lord Vader."

"Everyone is curious about Lord Vader."

"He prefers mystery. It is helpful. You have something else. Uniqueness. You were trained in the Force, and you rejected it. All the Jedi have been eliminated, but the Force remains. You could use it again."

"I'm a little rusty," Ferus said. Palpatine thought he was corruptible.

"You managed to find a lightsaber."

"Lots of weapons around for sale after the Clone Wars. I managed to get my hands on one. It's a dangerous galaxy out there."

"You could have more power than any officer. More power," Palpatine rasped, "than even Lord Vader himself."

—The Last of The Jedi: Return of the Dark Side

A young early Padawan Ferus states that he feels stronger in the Force.

"Master, I've been thinking about something," he(Ferus) said. "I feel myself growing stronger in the Force….”

—The Last of The jedi: Return of The Dark Side



Palpatine notes that Ferus' power is growing at a rapid rate.

Palpatine continued, "In the meantime . . . Ferus Olin's power is growing. I sense great . . . uncertainty in him."

"Will he join us?"

Palpatine smiled. "He will become one of us."

The hologram of his Master faded. Darth Vader didn't move

—The Last of The Jedi: Return of The Dark Side



Palpatine considers Ferus to have the power to become the most powerful Jedi ever known.

"You(Ferus Olin) have the potential to be the greatest Jedi ever known," Palpatine hissed. "You have all the raw materials. You only lack training. You will be able to use the Force in ways you never dreamed of."

Palpatine paused, letting his words hang in the air.

—The Last of The Jedi: Secret Weapon

Ferus's command of the Force was growing all the time.

—The Last of The Jedi: Secret Weapon



Renowned Jedi Master Fy-Tor-Ana considers Ferus to be particularly powerful in the Force.

"So he is struggling now with grief," Ry-Gaul said. "The danger, of course, is if his grief turns to anger."

"His better nature will win," Solace said. "The Force is strong in Ferus. He will remember the Jedi way."

—The Last of The Jedi: Against The Empire

Sheev consideres Ferus to be quite strong in the Force.

Palpatine turned away again. "He will do as I foresee. He wants power and control. He is strong in the Force. A decision awaits him."

—The Last of The Jedi: Master of Deception

After activating the Sith Holocron, Ferus feels a surge of power from the knowledge he gained.

Ferus felt a surge of power. The Sith Holocron burned his skin, but he enjoyed the sensation of burning. He felt a darkness around him, a shimmering, beautiful thing.

—The Last of The Jedi: Reckoning

After being sparsely treated for his wounds from fighting Darth Vader, Ferus feels stronger than before.

He pushed the engines and drove straight into the storm. He went far faster than he usually did. He had reconnected to the Force at the Temple, and he felt stronger. His body was failing, but the Force would take him through. He had no doubt about that.

—The Last of The Jedi: Reckoning.

Force Valor/Augmentation/Speed

After reconnecting with the Force, Ferus is able to almost match Obi-Wan Kenobi in speed as they dodge the notorious bounty hunter, Boba Fett and his Cyborg ally.

Ferus's Jedi training made him move quicker than an ordinary bystander, dodging almost in time with Obi-Wan.

—The Last of The Jedi: Dark Warning

Ferus uses the force to augment his strength and bust a droid open.

The door to the main hallway was jammed. Ferus leaped at it, using both feet and the Force. The door burst open, and he and Trever charged through

—The Last of The Jedi: Underworld

Ferus is able to dodge datacard that moved at near invisible speed.

Suddenly out of the corner of his eye he saw something - a flicker, a glimmer - that translated quickly into the sight of a plastoid datacard winging through the air with incredible velocity and spin. Its speed was so fast it was almost invisible. Ferus ducked and it hit Prisoner 67 in the center of the forehead.

—The Last of The Jedi: Death on Naboo

Ferus vaulted into the air and soared toward the craft. Malorum suddenly yanked on the steering mechanism, so the craft was headed straight toward him now at top speed. Ferus reacted as a Jedi. He did not retreat. He used the advance of his enemy to his own advantage.

He stopped his momentum in midair, waiting out the microsecond it took for Malorum to reach him. Then he somersaulted neatly over the craft. He used the updraft to power himself out of harm's way, then dropped onto the gondola.

Well - not dropped, exactly, in the neat way he could have accomplished even as an apprentice. Rather, he fell awkwardly, sprawling on the hull.

—The Last of The Jedi: Death on Naboo

Ferus notes that he could disarm his assailant in seconds.

The barrel was pushed even deeper. Ferus tried not to wince. He was getting annoyed. He knew he could disarm whoever it was behind him in seconds, but he also knew that aggression at this point wouldn't get him what he wanted.

—The Last of The Jedi: Return of The Dark Side

Darth Vader considers Ferus to be faster and more intelligent than when they were in the Temple together.

Vader never second-guessed himself now. He so rarely made a mistake. He had reacted to the Ferus Olin he'd known. The obtuse, thick-headed, pompous Padawan. He had to remind himself that Olin must have changed. Ferus was quicker now, smarter.

—The Last of The Jedi: Return of The Dark Side

8-9 years after the events of Last of The Jedi: Reckoning, Ferus is still able to move with incredible speed to the point of being invisible.

Ferus strikes. He streaks through the dark night, invisible but for his glowing blade.

—Star Wars: Rebel Force: Hostage

Ferus is able to catch Leia before she plummets to her death, displaying his amazing speed and accuracy.

The palace sits on a wide stretch of ground, its towers climbing high into the sky. She should be able to see it in the distance -but the buildings block her view. She needs to get to high ground.

She(Young Leia Organa) comes upon a half-finished building, a thin durasteel crane climbing up its stories of scaffolding. This is her answer. She scrambles onto the mast of the crane, propelling herself up its rungs. It's easy, like climbing a lad-der, and soon she is ten stories above the ground. The arm of the crane overhangs a narrow catwalk that wraps around the unfinished building. She climbs onto it, slowly circling the scaffolding, staring out at the city. Your city, her father always tells her. Someday, it will be your responsibility.

The city twinkles beneath her, and she can see the lights of the palace off to the east.

She knows the way home.

Eagerly, she climbs down. Too eagerly.

Her foot skids off a rung.

Her fingers slip.

She is falling.

She reaches out but her hands clutch nothing but air. The rushing wind is icy against her face. For a moment, time seems to stretch out. She notices the moonlight glimmering off the durasteel. The stars twinkling over-head. The strange freedom of the fall, her legs and arms flailing through empty air, her stomach in her throat. And then the world speeds up again, and the ground, an unfor-giving plane of duracrete, once so far away, is hurtling toward her. She screams, but the wind snatches the shriek out of her mouth and carries it away, and the ground is closer, and she is...

Caught.

For a moment, she thinks her father has saved her. But it is not her father lowering her to the ground. It is the detestable Fess Ilee.

—Star Wars: Rebel Force: Hostage

Ferus catches Princess Leia before she can fall to her death, displaying his incredible speed.

But she is untrained, and as she scrambles down the scaffolding, he sees her hand slip. Her foot misses its grip. She lets out an alarmed squeal and begins to slide - Ferus moves with lightning speed, nearly flying up the side of the scaffolding. He catches her.

—Star Wars: Rebel Force: Hostage

Ferus' force augmented blows are strong enough to off-balance an armored man.

Ferus dodged a laser blast and threw himself across the hall, slamming into the stormtrooper. He jerked his blaster over his head, smashing it into the trooper's plastoid face plate. With the help of the Force, the blow sent the stormtrooper reeling. Ferus waited for a clear shot, then fired

—Star Wars: Rebel Force: Hostage

Ferus is stated to have incredibly fast motions.

His Jedi training gave him an advantage over the enemy. His senses were honed, his motions carefully chosen and lightning quick. As he battled through the crush of stormtroopers, time slowed for him.

—Star Wars: Rebel Force: Hostage

Ferus appears to be in several places at once.

He(Ferus) moved so fast that he almost seemed to be in two or three places at once.

—Star Wars: Rebel Force: Hostage

Here, Lune “Div” Divinian, a Force adept trained by Garen Mull, Ry-Gaul and Fy-Tor-Ana, muses that Ferus could disarm him with ease. It should be noted that Divinian has moved with incredible speed, taught Luke Skywalker Shii-Cho and Soresu. And is regarded as a master swordsman.

You've grown," Ferus said, a smile creeping across his face. He seemed unconcerned by the lightsaber aimed at his throat.

He still has the Force, Div reminded himself. The man might have grown old and soft, but he could likely disarm Div with a single thought

—Star Wars: Rebel Force: Renegade

Ferus moves with incredible speed and agility.

He(Ferus)slipped between the bursts of laserfire with nearly impossible speed and agility, then nimbly hopped onto the railing and balanced on the five-centimeter-wide durasteel.

—Star Wars: Rebel Force: Trapped

Force Illusions

Leia notes, that at times, "Fess"(Ferus in disguise) goes from looking like a plump old man to a suddenly youthful looking man.

He was a man of soft, rounded edges, with a belly bulging over his belt and the makings of a double chin. His fingers were stubby, his nose bulbous, and his mind seemed to be as fuzzy as the back of his neck. Leia had never been sure of his age - most of the time, he looked far older than her father, weathered and weak. But there bad been moments when, out of the corner of her eye, she caught him moving with a surprising grace, the years falling away from his suddenly youthful face.

—Star Wars: Rebel Force: Hostage

Ferus' illusions are explained.

Living like a hermit may have worked for Obi-Wan, stranded on a dusty desert planet in the middle of nowhere. But Alderaan was a world of life and crowds, swirling with social networks. A world of meaningful connections. Which might have appealed to him once, back when he was Ferus Olin - former Jedi, former Bellassan security expert, former resistance fighter, former enemy of the Empire.

Now he was just former. He had made himself invisible, and invisible men can form no connection. Invisible men can, however, blend in. Gradually, Ferus gave up his life in the grasslands for a new life in the city. Took on a new identity. Fess, a repugnant name for a repugnant man. It was the only way to stay close to Leia. Disappearing in plain sight meant becoming what he hated most. A man who said nothing that mattered.

A man who held no opinions except the opinions of whoever he was speaking to. A man who lived his life on the surface, so empty of purpose and thought, so inconsequential that no one could suspect he had any-thing to hide.

He became a mirror, reflecting back what people wanted to see and hear, keeping his true self hidden so deeply he'd almost forgotten where to find it. And now Luke Skywalker, of all people, had found it for him. Had somehow found him.

—Star Wars: Rebel Force: Hostage

Luke, Leia, and Han took him back to their quarters, treating him like a sick, weak old man. And maybe they're right, he thought, disgusted with himself. His Jedi training had made him adept at finding the calm center of any crisis. Yet here he was, allowing his emotions to overtake him, like an inexperienced Padawan.

Still, if his weakness gained him more time with Leia - with Luke - perhaps it was worth it. And so he smiled and nodded and allowed them to believe he needed their help.

—Star Wars: Rebel Force: Hostage

Not even the young Force Adept and expert swordsman, Lune "Div" Divinian can see through Ferus' disguise/Illusion.

It hurt seeing himself reflected in Lune's expression. The boy had once looked at him with respect, trusting, with the innocence of a child-the ignorance of a child-that Ferus would protect him. More than once, that trust, that duty to protect Lune, had been the only tether keeping Ferus from a bottomless fall into the dark side of the Force. But now... Ferus could feel Lune's disgust, his dismay at seeing what his old friend had become. How soft and flabby Ferus had grown over the years. How old.

How cowardly.

Lune couldn't be expected to see beneath Ferus's disguise, to understand that he'd spent decades hiding in plain sight, pretending to be a harmless, senseless courtier. And Ferus couldn't explain it to him, not without explaining why it had been so imperative to disguise himself. Not without revealing the secret of Leia Organa, the child Ferus had been sworn to protect. Anakin's child.

Leia was the second child Ferus had sworn to protect, the second "galactic hope." Lune had been the first.

He's alive, Ferus told himself. That was something.

But it wasn't everything.

Ferus had long ago accepted that his mission would mean losing the respect of all around him, even Leia herself. Only Obi-Wan understood who Ferus truly was, and Obi-Wan was dead. This, too, Ferus had finally accepted. Much as he might have craved it, he didn't need Lune's admiration. So what hurt the most wasn't the look on Lune's face; it was the look in his eyes.

—Star Wars: Rebel Force: Trapped

Ferus said. Then he hesitated. He had spent two decades on Alderaan, cozying up to powerful men of the court. But that had been when he was pretending to be someone else-someone with no character and nothing to say. Ferus had learned to hide in plain sight, acting as a mirror for whatever pompous stuffed shirt he was trying to impress. All so he could protect the princess-and it had worked. But it hadn't taught him anything about how to argue his point gracefully. In fact, it had been far too long since he'd had to speak up for himself with a stranger, to be honest about what he believed. So he did it fast, like ripping off a patch of synthflesh.

—Star Wars: Rebel Force: Uprising

Mind Trick.

Ferus uses the Force to affect the minds of several people as a Padawan.

"They thought I was just a nosy student," Ferus said. "I decided not to resist because I didn't want to blow my cover, or especially Anakin's. They didn't know what to do with me. They were afraid I'd report them. They searched me, but I used the Force to redirect them, so I was able to hang onto Gillam's datapad. Then they put me in here. Gillam brought me food, but I haven't seen him in hours."

—Jedi Quest: The School of Fear

Ferus mind tricks a stormtrooper

He(Ferus) turned to the stormtroopers. "You can leave me here. I can find my way alone."

The stormtrooper turned to the others. "We can leave him here. He can find his way alone." Was it really that simple? Simple, it is. Belief, it is.

To reach the point where it was simple - that was hard.

—The Last of The Jedi: Secret Weapon

Ferus uses the mind trick of Jenna Zan Arbor

He concentrated on Zan Arbor. He sent the Force toward her, hoping that he could affect her mind. He'd never been particularly good at it as a Padawan. He had been too rigid, Siri had told him. Too set in his own mind patterns to influence anyone else.

Well, he was no longer rigid.

Go and double-check everything. Can't make a mistake. Go over the material in solitude. In solitude.

He sent the thought toward her and waited the split second that seemed like an eternity.

She shook her head slightly, then left the room by the other door.

—The Last of The Jedi: Against The Empire

Ferus bends the wills of three men simultaneously.

He reaches out with the Force, shaping their minds to his will. "You wish to leave this planet," he says without malice. "Leave the system. You no longer wish to work for Senator Aak, or anyone who would use a child as a bar-gaining chip."

The men shake their heads, their gazes blank. "We wish to leave this planet," they chorus.

"No one attacked you tonight," Ferus says, retreating into the night. "There was no Jedi. No lightsaber. You never even saw the princess."

One of the men elbows another. "Let's get out of here," he says, sounding confused. "What are we doing, helping some political hack use a kid as a bargaining chip?"

"Not just the planet," another of the men says. "Let's get out of the system."

"Why are we even out here tonight?" the third says, as they wander off into the night.

Ferus still needs to deal with Senator Aak, to make sure this never happens again. That will not be as easy. But for tonight, he has succeeded. The princess is safe.

—Star Wars: Rebel Force: Hostage

Ferus mind tricks a Rebel Soldier

But Ferus needed him to talk about it. And so he reached out with the Force and loosened Jono's tongue. "You'd like to tell us about it," Ferus suggested pleasantly.

"I'd like to tell you about it," Jono echoed in a fuzzy voice.

—Star Wars: Rebel Force: Uprising

Ferus uses a mind trick on the same Rebel Soldier

Ferus frowned, but for a different reason. "Thank you, Jono. Always good to talk to you. Now it might be nice for you to go back to your quarters and lie down for a bit."

Jono furrowed his brow, looking slightly confused. "Kind of hot out here," he said. "Think I might head back to my quarters and lie down for a bit."

"Sounds like a good idea," Ferus said. I'm sorry, friend, he thought, as Jono wended his way through the forest and disappeared into the trees. You deserve better.

—Star Wars: Rebel Force: Uprising

Telekinesis

Here, the jedi apprentices and their respective masters Force-push severalVanqor Guards. This a feat shared between Anakin, Siri, Ferus, Obi-Wan and other Jedi as well.

The Vanqor guards were armed with blaster rifles, wrist rockets, and stun batons. The Jedi advanced as a solid flank that broke and reformed as they leaped and twisted, using their lightsabers and occasionally Force-pushing a Vanqor guard who decided today was his day to seek glory. Instead he ended up with a throbbing skull as he was thrown against a wall.

—Jedi Quest: The Moment of Truth

Obi-Wan, Anakin and Ferus combine their power to create a powerful force wave.

Obi-Wan, Ferus, and Anakin went for the officers, using the Force to push the first line with such power that they bowled over their fellow officers. Blaster shots went wild and pinged on the prison walls.

—Jedi Quest: The Changing of the Guard

With a lift of his hand, he(Ferus) closed it behind them with the Force. Instantly it was torn apart by weapons fire.

—The Last of The Jedi: Underworld

Ferus sends several already falling Stormtroopers flying.

They raced up the ramp, zigzagging to avoid the fire from the guards behind them. Stormtroopers appeared and thundered up the ramp. Clive used an old trick, tossing the handful of gears down the ramp. The stormtroopers slipped and fell. With a Force-push, Ferus gave them an extra boost, sending them flying back onto the factory floor.

—The Last of The Jedi: Death on Naboo

Ferus Olin and Jedi Master Fy-Tor-Ana lift a building beam together.

They raced up the stairs. The wind hit them full in the face as they stepped out onto the partially completed roof. Girders and beams crisscrossed the area closest to the hangar in the adjoining tower. Ferus stayed close to Lune and kept a careful eye on Trever.

He and Solace concentrated the Force. This was a difficult task for any Jedi, especially one who had never achieved Master status. To lift a heavy object in the air using only the Force took great concentration.

No, Ferus told himself, remembering the lessons of Yoda. Not concentration. Belief.

The beam rose in the air, rotated, and traveled across the empty air to the hangar tower next door. It entered one of the openings and shuddered as it hit. It held.

They now had a bridge to cross over. Hundreds of kilometers in the air, with no railing . . . but a bridge.

—The Last of The Jedi: A Tangled Web

Using the lessons that Darth Sidious taught him, Ferus calls upon hs rage and complete destroy a training room with a Telekinetic storm.

Ferus opened his eyes and concentrated his gaze on that bar, heavy durasteel two meters thick. It, too, ripped from the wall and flew across the space. It smashed into the wall, and a sizeable chunk of it fell away. He felt a flood of satisfaction move through him.

He turned. A chair resting against a wall shot forward. Another. He held the objects in the air. Then he focused his anger like a laser and felt it build and build until the objects smashed together and fell, broken, to the floor.

He wasn't finished yet. Not with his anger, not with this room. This room, these objects, could be smashed and broken, and if anyone cared and came after him, they would be smashed, too, because his anger was that huge.

The floor under his feet began to crack. A chunk of ceiling fell and wires spilled out, and still Ferus kept turning, his eyes burning and the anger now a rolling ball of flame inside him until he couldn't see anything but red. Red was the color of destruction.

"What's going on here?"

The Imperial officer stood in the doorway, his eyes wide.

Ferus came back to himself. He looked around. The room was destroyed.

—The Last of The Jedi: Against The Empire

Ferus draws on the Dark Side and explodes a Transparisteel window.

You can save them.

All you have to do . . . is this.

The transparisteel window exploded inward, showering the corridor with jagged remnants of what had been solid a moment before.

"Ferus?"

Lune wasn't practiced in the Force, but he felt enough to be afraid.

Ferus saw his reflection in the shattered glass. His eyes, glowing. His lip, curled. His face, dark with anger. He didn't recognize himself.

—The Last of The Jedi: Against The Empire

Ferus uses the lesson taught to him by Palpatine to send several objects flying with great velocity.

You are forgetting what your rage can do. His irritation at the spy surprising him was just a spark, something he had accepted and released. It had been so unimportant. It got in the way of Jedi battle-mind. He revived it. Fanned it.

His anger grew.

How dare he interfere with me? He, just a low-level spy. He thinks he's going to win.

He is nothing.

The next airspeeder part didn't just crash to the floor. It flew through the air with great velocity, smashing over the shadow's head. Ferus fed his anger until it balled up into rage and shot out into the space, taking the machinery and parts and flinging them toward the hiding places of the spy. Satisfaction coursed through him. Thoughts of forcing the spy to flee and tailing him vanished. I can smash him I can kill him I can destroy him...

He saw the shadow moving toward the door, a tall, thin figure that seemed familiar.

How remarkable that even through the red haze of his anger his perceptions could be so sharp...

You see? You use the anger. It does not confuse. It sharpens.

The spy ran out toward the ramp.

Ferus gathered his strength and pushed out with the Force. The door flew open.

Ferus jumped from the pulleys. He leaped over the piles of smoking metal. His mind cooled. He saw even as he ran how thoroughly he had destroyed this space.

—The Last of The Jedi: Master of Deception.

Ferus gathered his strength and pushed out with the Force. The door flew open.

—Star Wars: Rebel Force: Hostage

Hydrokinesis

Using the Force, Obi-Wan created a wave behind them. He reached out to every molecule of water, calling on the Force to bind them into a giant, cresting black wave. He felt Ferus join the effort, and the power of the wave picked them up and hurled them forward toward the tunnel.

—The Last of The Jedi: The Desperate Mission

Force Scream

After being taught his first lesson in the Dark side of the Force be Palpatine, Ferus Unleashes a powerful force scream

The anger was a roar inside him. He didn't turn away. He felt it move and he brought back the same image again, brought it back so that it was imprinted on the back of his eyeballs, until he screamed out loud with his pain.

Something ripped from the wall and rocketed across the space. A brace that held up an exercise bar.

—The Last of the Jedi: Against the Empire

Battle-mind

Yet he did not fight only for himself, but cast his battle mind like a net, ready to respond to the others if they needed him. When four sentry droids bore down on Anakin, it was Ferus who leaped, smashing two of them to the ground with one stroke.

—Jedi Quest: The Moment of Truth

Ferus's ability to tune in to his fellow Jedi might have been helpful in battle, but Anakin found it deeply annoying at other times.

—Jedi Quest: The Moment of Truth

Then Obi-Wan felt a surprising thing. The Force was meeting the Force, a weak attempt, to be sure, but Ferus was accessing it, nurturing it, trying to use it to join with Obi-Wan. Perhaps it helped him to have their bodies joined together, for Obi-Wan felt the Force grow. And then the Force was pulsing between them and around them, binding them together, the two of them, and making them one with the molecules of water in the lake so that they slipped through the water with ease.

—The Last of The Jedi: The Desperate Mission

Ferus grasped his(Obi-Wan’s) hand. The Force ran through them, a chain that would not be broken.

—The Last of The jedi: The Desperate Mission

Ferus called on the Force to help him slow time and sharpen his perceptions. It was a state of alertness that was very close to battle-mind. Now instead of an indis-tinguishable mass of happy faces he picked out individual after individual.

—The Last of the Jedi: Master of Deception

Dark Rage

He walked softly, making no sound. He could feel no trace of the Living Force here. He allowed his anger to build, let it rest inside his chest. He could pull it out when he needed it. The Emperor had taught him that.

—The Last of The Jedi: Reckoning

Reflexes/Force Sense/Precognition.

Ferus closed his eyes for a moment. It was sometimes an effort for him to clear his mind, to reach out to the Force. Yet using the Force had to be effortless; he could not try. He could only exist in this moment, not hope for what was to come. He felt in the air the vibrations of the ice, the rock, the molecules of the sky, his own body. They all existed together ill one seamless hum of energy, and from them rose what linked him to everything in the galaxy: the Force.

He felt it gather, and he opened his eyes. Immediately he saw that what he thought was a thick impenetrable curtain was actually a constructed wall. The gorgodons had moved the sheer planes of ice as if it were transparisteel, mimicking the steep slope of the crag for camouflage.

—The Last of The jedi: Dark Warning

Ferus is able to feel the presence of a droid, something normally thought to be impossible as droids have no Force signature.

Thanking the official, he hurried back onto the turbolift. He took it down to the main level. There he hopped aboard a moving ramp that shot him forward. He could feel the presence of the seeker droid behind him.

Once he saw this, the rest was easy. Ferus saw the difference in blue shadow and curve of ice. There was an opening in the wall, impossible to see even if one were looking carefully. He walked toward it.

—The Last of The jedi: Dark Warning

But if Ferus was a bit slow, he caught up. He saw in a glance that the inmate was tall, with enormous feet and hands and gray stubble on his skull. In a lightning flash of reflexes, he put one knee in the small of the prisoner's back and one arm around his throat.

—The Last of The Jedi: Death on Naboo

Ferus had felt the surge in the Force, warning him. He shoved Clive down as the blaster fire exploded overhead. It hit a stamping machine, sending molten fire through it

—The Last of The Jedi: Death on Naboo

Thanking the official, he hurried back onto the turbolift. He took it down to the main level. There he hopped aboard a moving ramp that shot him forward. He could feel the presence of the seeker droid behind him.

—The Last of The Jedi: A Tangled Web

Suddenly he felt a warning. Ferus reacted quickly, pulling Linna and Lune down just as blasterfire ricocheted through the gallery.

—The Last of The Jedi: Against The Empire

Ferus veered around a medium-sized asteroid. He hugged it for a short time, staying in its draft. It was large enough to leave a small gravitational pull that Ferus could use to steady the ship. The only trick was staying close without slamming into it. Its path was erratic, and it turned and lurched from side to side. Ferus didn't look at the instrument panel. He reached out to the Force, letting it tell him what would happen before it happened.

—The Last of The Jedi: Reckoning

The asteroid suddenly plummeted into a space pocket. Ferus had anticipated it a half-second before and had already compensated by zooming up, out of range of the gravitational pull. The ship was slammed and rocked back and forth but he held steady.

—The Last of The Jedi: Reckoning

Ferus is able to anticipate Luke's every move and maneuver

Still, the red SoroSuub followed. Leia's plan called for them to look like they were trying to evade their pursuer, even as they drew him deeper and deeper into the aban-doned district. As far as Luke was concerned, her rash "plan" was more like a death wish. It sounded like some-thing Han would have come up with. So Luke wasn't just pretending to evade pursuit. He was determined to shake the guy.

Just one problem: Whoever(Laer revealed to be Ferus) was following them seemed to anticipate Luke's every move.

—Star Wars: Rebel Force: Hostage

Ferus is able to sense that Tobin Elad, the brainwashed Assassin X-7, is a blank space in the Force.

The Force flowed through every being in the galaxy. Good or evil, they all pulsed with different shades of the same energy. But there were a few beings in the galaxy who, for reasons even the Jedi didn't understand, lived beyond the energy flow. They couldn't be categorized into light or dark - they were simply null points, empty, as if they didn't exist.

This man existed, but the Force flowed around him, not through him. Nothing could penetrate the hollow at his center.

Ferus released the man's hand with poorly disguised relief. Touching him had been like grasping a puff of cold air.

—Star Wars: Rebel Force: Hostage

His(Ferus’) Jedi training gave him an advantage over the enemy. His senses were honed, his motions carefully chosen and lightning quick.

—Star Wars: Rebel Force: Hostage

The Force alerted him(Ferus) when the enemy was set to strike. He darted out of the way an instant before the laserfire could hit its mark, and fought with an acrobatic grace.

—Star Wars: Rebel Force: Hostage

Shatterpoint

The possibilities thundered through Ferus's mind in the space of a moment.

If new information was being downloaded, it wouldn't have Vader's privacy lock on it yet.

The things he could learn from Vader's high clearance. . .

Any still-missing Jedi.

The fate of Trever.

Plans to crush the resistance.

Even a clue to Vader's true identity.

—The Last of The Jedi: Secret Weapon

Force Masking

Ferus hides his Force signature from the Grand Inquisitor Malorum.

Ferus felt it, a slight disturbance in the Force. Obi-Wan had picked up on what he'd suspected: Malorum was Force-sensitive. He cloaked his own connection to the Force, even though Ferus doubted Malorum was adept enough to feel it.

—The Last of The Jedi: Underworld

Telepathy

Ferus is able to comfort princess Leia with a few words.

They charged down the street, seeking out the build-ing that Mazi had described. "Stay strong, your highness,"

Han heard Fess murmur. "We're on our way."

Chapter 15

Stay strong, your highness. We're on our way.

It wasn't a voice in her head. It was just a feeling, a moment of calm and confidence. As if Luke was there with her, lending her some of that infuriating certainty that right would prevail. She stared blankly at the wall of her dim cell, trying to picture Luke's face.

But it wasn't Luke's face she saw, it was Fess's.

—Star Wars: Rebel Force: Hostage

Physical prowess

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Ferus is stated to have all gifts.

Yet Ferus had them all. He was steady and brilliant….

—Jedi Quest: The Way of The Apprentice

Obi-Wan considers Ferus to have excellent physical training.

Siri's Padawan did not have Anakin's great Force connection, but he made up for it with excellent physical training and a keen mind.

—Jedi Quest: The False Peace

Obi-Wan notes that Ferus has become more physically impressive than he was a Padawan.

Ferus drew him(Obi-Wan) into the warmth of the house. Now that they were in the light, Obi-Wan could see the changes in him. He was leaner, more muscled. His face had matured; its angles were sharper. He was still only in his early twenties, but the wide gold streak in his dark hair had turned to silver.

—The Last of The Jedi: The Desperate Mission

Ferus is able to through an electrojabber with enough strength to stagger a heavily armed Cyborg.

Ferus used the electrojabber like a javelin, and threw it. It smashed into the creature's chest and stayed there. Although the cyborg was armored, the force of the blow sent it staggering backward and paralyzed it momentarily. It crashed to its knees.

—The Last of The Jedi: The Desperate Mission

Ferus picks up an imperial officer in a surprising show of strength and tosses him over the speeder he commandeered from the Officer

It all happened in less than an instant. He landed on the back of the speeder. Trever slithered off his back and into the backseat.

Ferus picked up the officer under the arms. The officer was too startled to struggle. "I need a ride," Ferus said.

He tossed him from the vehicle. They were still hovering only meters from the platform; the officer wasn't hurt, but he wasn't very happy about his rough landing. He, too, drew his blaster and began firing furiously.

—The Last of The Jedi: Underworld

Ferus uses Hand-to-Hand combat to take down several Stormtroopers.

The officer turned. It was the moment Ferus had been waiting for. With one kick he sent one storm-trooper into another; an elbow sent a third spinning. The Force hummed around him as he leaped over the pile, snatching up two blasters on the way. He twisted in midair, held himself motionless for one instant to blast the droid to smithereens, then landed. He dived away from blaster fire and used the momentum to roll himself like a ball, taking down the rest of the stormtroopers. On his way up he grabbed a security card out of a stormtrooper's utility belt.

The officer faced him, his blaster held steady.

Ferus held his blasters. Neither of them moved.

The officer fired. Ferus had already taken advantage of the instant before the blast and leaped. He fired above at the ceiling. The bolts holding the restraints in place fell. The restraining cables dropped to the floor. He wrapped the officer in them and fled.

—The Last of The Jedi: Death on Naboo

After nearly falling off a boat, Ferus hauls himself back up and lands a kick on the Grand inquisitor Malorum as he does so.

Using all his strength, he flipped himself back into the boat. This time he was able to access the Force with more precision, pivoting on his hands and delivering a well-placed kick to Malorum's chest. Malorum was knocked backward, loosening his grip on the controls.

—The Last of The jedi: Death on Naboo

Pain Threshold/Endurance

As the Jedi engage Granta Omega, Darra Thel-Thanis is shot, noticing this Ferus falls to his knees and heads towards his friend, taking a blaster bolt in the process.

He(Anakin) saw Ferus drop to his knees and crawl toward Darra, saw him take a blaster bolt in the shoulder and keep on going.

—Jedi Quest: The Final Showdown

After being repeatedly slammed in to a wall by Darth vader, Ferus is sparsely treated yet he is still able to pull forward despite Vader musing that Ferus should have died.

"He's not dead: Not yet, anyway." She went to work with her diagnostic tools. "He needs a bacta bath, but I'll have to treat him here, for now."

Trever stepped back as Malory prepared her medications. She worked over Ferus for long minutes while they waited.

Finally they heard him groan.

Malory leaned back. "He's coming around. Don't try to talk, Ferus."

"Vader. . ."

"He's gone."

Ferus tried to sit. Malory pushed him down. "Don't move.

"He's on his way there . . . to the asteroid. He said he could get to anyone."

"He's confused," Malory said.

"No, he's not," Trever said as he bent down and looked into Ferus's eyes. "He's himself again. What is it, Ferus?"

"Warn them . . ." Ferus sat up. "Tell them not to go."

Trever shook his head, his eyes wide. "They are there already."

"I have to get there."

"You can't go anywhere! You need complete bacta immersion." Malory tried to gently push him down again, but with a surprising show of strength, Ferus stopped her hand.

"What is it?" Trever asked.

Ferus looked at Clive and Astri. "Vader said something about awakening a mole. Remember? But Flame. . . was an active agent from the beginning. He always has backup, remember? Someone on the base has betrayed us. I'm the only one who can stop him. I need the Force to stop him."

"But . . ." Trever said.

"Don't worry," Ferus told him. "I have it back again."

—The Last of The Jedi: Reckoning

To further reinforce the quote above, Vader himself notes that Ferus would either be dead or near death.

Ferus Olin was dead. Or close to it. Close enough to die slowly on the Temple floor, to suffer as he had suffered on Mustafar.

—The Last of The Jedi: Reckoning.

Obi-Wan treats Ferus and notes all of his wounds after the young Jed's fight with Vader.

He bathed Ferus's face in warm water, gently releasing the hardened sand. He kept going back and forth to the cistern for more water and rags. He checked him for wounds and administered bacta. It was obvious he'd been in a fight. There was a large contusion on his forehead, another at the back of his skull.

—The Last of The Jedi: Reckoning

Dark-Side Knowledge.

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After the death of his partner Roan Lands, Ferus is imprisoned and later pardoned by Darth Sidious, who takes the young man under his wing and imparts a Sith Holocron onto the Rebel Legend.

He had learned detachment as a Jedi Padawan, but he didn't feel detached. Not at all. A calm, steady fury was at the core of him now. It needed only a trigger to explode. He had been taught all his life that avenging a death was wrong. But this didn't feel wrong.

The Emperor had told him that he could teach Ferus about the dark side of the Force. He had told him that his anger would only make him stronger. Ferus had to admit he'd been right. You couldn't argue with results. The few times he'd tapped into his anger and felt the dark side of the Force, he'd been able to move objects at shocking velocities just by concentrating his rage.

Before he'd left Coruscant, he'd met briefly with the Emperor. Palpatine had given him a Sith Holocron, small enough to tuck into his tunic pocket.He'd told him that if he had the courage to access it he could gain great power. He didn't tell him what he'd see. He didn't tell him what he'd learn. But the way he'd rasped the word power, the way he'd caressed the Holocron, had told Ferus everything. If he wanted to beat Vader, this was the only way.

He hadn't yet accessed the Holocron. He could feel it in his tunic, lending a weight out of proportion to its size. Sometimes it seemed to have warmth. Sometimes it was like an icy burn that penetrated the fabric of his clothes.

Sometimes it seemed to affect him in odd ways. It felt as though the world was fracturing along invisible fault lines. There was a curious doubleness to his vision, as though he could see through things into their core underneath. Sometimes he felt a flash of contempt toward his fellow beings and their weakness. Keeping it close felt dangerous enough.

—The Last of The Jedi: Master of Deception

The turbolift doors opened. Ferus felt the breeze on his damp neck. The feelings were caused by the Sith Holocron, he knew. The trick was not to be intimidated by them. If he was going to learn how to draw power from the dark side of the Force, then he was going to have to navigate some bumpy waters.

—The Last of The Jedi: Reckoning

Ferus uses the Sith Holocron and instantly becomes stronger, more cunning and gains a unspecified amount of knowledge.

Ferus felt a surprising rage gather from the soles of his boots to the top of his head. He was tired of maybes and uncertainty. He was furious that they were at this crossroads. They were at the mercy of one person who was holding up the completion of an intricate plan. He felt the anger grow, and this time he didn't turn away from it. The Sith Holocron whispered something to him that made sense.

Let your anger go. It's time, When you are thwarted, use your anger.

"There's one way to find out who it is," Ferus said. "Line them all up. Threaten to kill them all if one of them doesn't confess to being the spy."

Ry-Gaul looked startled. Ferus realized that the thought in his head had come out. It was one of those thoughts he didn't understand, the ones that didn't seem to come from him. Ry-Gaul focused on him, really examining him in a way that made Ferus furious. How could he not know that anger was a weapon like any other?

Because the Jedi are weak.

That's why we destoyed them so easily.

They never saw it coming.

Ferus stalked away. He put his hands on the Holocron. He was finally ready. Here on this uninhabited moon, in the middle of the galaxy, in the middle of uncertainty.

Hidden behind the ship, he slipped the Sith Holocron out of his tunic and set it in motion. Images came at him, a rush of knowledge that seemed to be absorbed before it was registered. Terrible things, fascinating things, things that made his stomach churn. He didn't know how long he looked; it felt like hours. He had to wrest himself away. It took all of his strength.

It had only been seconds.

He blinked. He had seen too much to process, but he knew he had been changed. He felt the Emperor's hand on him now.

Ry-Gaul was suddenly in front of him. "I felt something . . . the dark side of the Force. Ferus?"

He gathered himself together. He mustn't let Ry-Gaul know. He turned to face the older Jedi. He saw the careworn, silver eyes, the stubble of silver hair. Ry-Gaul suddenly looked pathetic to him, not strong.

"Ferus?" Ry-Gaul narrowed his eyes.

"The spy is Flame. You're right." He had been given a glimpse into dark hearts, and he recognized the breed. Facts clicked in his head, motivations, cunning.

Ry-Gaul strode forward suddenly and grabbed him by the shoulders. "Forget about the spy. I feel the dark side of the Force. Not from Flame, my friend. You."

—The Last of The Jedi: Reckoning

After using the Sith Holocron, Ferus understands the mind of a Sith Lord and resolves to use this new found knowledge without falling to the Dark Side.

Ferus felt his head clear. The distance between him and the others didn't feel as wide. He drew strength from the living Force he could feel in Ry-Gaul and Solace. He shook his head, trying to remain with them, all of him, his heart and mind. He tried to grasp the knowledge he felt he'd gained without letting it suck him in. He had seen into the mind of a Sith, and he felt he knew better how it worked.

—The Last of The Jedi: Reckoning

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Conclusion

All in all, Ferus is the most talented Jedi Apprentice within the Jedi Order, barring Anakin of course. His lightsaber style, even as an Apprentice, is considered flawless and even then he is stated to be one of the Temple's best fighters. After he leaves the Order, Ferus hits a few bumps, but he overcomes them and showcases his mastery of the blade by nearly killing Vader the two occasions that they fought. As a Force user, Ferus possesses a versatile and unique skill set, his battle-mind boosts his powers and that of his allies. His speed is not just great, it is extraordinary and his senses are incredible in their own right. With Telekinesis, Ferus is completely and utterly destructive and he has even shown himself to be capable of manipulating water. Ferus is a completely well rounded Jedi, a master of the lightsaber and an incredible talented Force user. Brilliant, powerful, intelligent and the perfect Jedi apprentice. Ferus is not only The Guardian of Leia Organa, The Last of the jedi and The Legendary Rebel of Bellassa,no, Ferus is also greatest Unsung Hero.

Well guys i hope you enjoyed this Respect thread for the incredibly talented Ferus Olin, it was so much fun going through the thirty something books he has and it was such an amazing ride, I honestly heavily enjoyed Jedi Quest, Last of The Jedi and Rebel Force. Very great books, i strongly recommend them.

I'd like to Thank Emperordmb, King Joker, Wildbantha88/Banthabot, Sinious and Nalaniel, my good friends for helping me out this and just really pushing me to finish this long ass Respect thread. Thank You guys for the support and for the help, i really do appreciate it so much. I love you all <3.

Anyway, Thank you too! for reading the RT and making it this far. I hope you enjoyed the RT as much as i enjoyed making it and as always, I will see you all, in the next one. Sayonara!

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My Future Respect Threads list.

Hello internet! My name is Fated Xtasy, a star wars debater from KMC and a dabbler in the MCU and TLA series. So, because there are just so many characters i wanna tackle in making a Respect Thread for them, I've decided to follow in the footsteps of my good friend Wildbantha88/Banthabot in making my own list for future characters. So without further Ado here are my top future projects.

Agent Melinda May: The Calvary.

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Fanart By RatScape on DeviantArt.

The Ultimate badass of Marvel's Agents of Shield TV Series, May has extensive hand-to-hand training as well as marksman ship training far beyond that of normal agents. Regarded as a "legend" among S.H.I.E.L.D academy students and veterans alike, Melinda is, for all intents and purposes, the most skilled and renowned agent within S.H.I.E.L.D. and is trusted by several high level agents, including the infamous Nick Fury, the brilliant tactician, Robert Gonzales, the no non-sense Maria Hill and the heroic Phil Coulson. A total badass in every sense of the word, Melinda is one character that deserves a Respect thread and I, being the huge fan that i am, will do her justice.

Soara Antana: The Lightsaber Virtuoso.

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This picture is a placeholder, as Soara Antana does not have any art work based on her appearance.

A Master of the Blade from Jude Watson's Jedi Quest book series. A legendary Lightsaber Instructor, Soara is famous for her philosophy on using the blade "like a feather, not a stick." Soara's lightsaber abilities had set her apart even as a Padawan and grew to greater heights as a Jedi Instructor and Master. A woman considered to be a thing of fables and counted among the best teachers as well as being renowned as the greatest lightsaber instructor. Soara is nice diamond that I've decided to pluck from obscurity and hopefully this will be very, very soon.

Desann: The Master of the Reborn.

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A Dark Jedi Master from the famous Jedi Knight II: Jedi Outcast Video game. Desann was one of the many apprentices of the Jedi Grandmaster of the New jedi Order, Luke Skywalker. Brought to the Yavin Academy after his own people, the Chistori, shunned him for his Force Sensitivity, Desann quickly excelled in his skills at the academy to the point of arrogance, it was this that would make him kill the young Jedi Student, Havet Storm in cold blood. Later Desann would lead the Imperial Remnant and created a new sect of Dark Jedi that were empowered by the Valley of the Jedi, with these powerful, yet untrained, Forces, Desann launched an attack on Skywalker's academy, dueled his master and later lost to the mighty Jedi Battlemaster, Kyle Katarn.

Adi Gallia: The Jedi Ace Pilot.

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A character first appearing in Star Wars: Episode 1: The Phantom Menace and later several EU works, including her own Video Game, Star Wars: Jedi Starfighter. Adi Gallia is renowned as a talented Pilot, comparable to the likes of Saesee Tiin and Anakin SKywalker. A masterful user of the Lightsaber, Adi Gallia is considered by Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan to be incredibly talented and resourceful.A woman of many talents, including slicing, unarmed combat and piloting, this womanhas faced down the infamous General Grevious and the murderous Savage Opress, Adi Gallia is one Jedi i feel is underrated and she has just enough feats to put her in the big leagues.

Anakin Solo: The Heir to a Dark Legacy.

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Yes, i am taking on making a Respect Thread for Anakin Solo a character who needs no real introduction. He's a really interesting character and i'd like to see one of the most overlooked of the Skywalker/Solo bloodline earn some respect. So wish me luck in reading the twenty-something books he probably has.

Tahiri Veila: The Lost Soul

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A character from the Junior Jedi Knights series by Nancy Richardson and Rebecca Moesta, Tahiri is one of my favorite characters at the moment, head strong, fearless, powerful and completely talented, Tahiri is a character i look forward to exploring from happiness, to tragedy to complete and utter darkness. I can't wait to show you all what Tahiri has to offer.

Tionne Solusar: Jedi Songstress

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a character first appearing in the novel, Dark Apprentice, the second in the Jedi Academy Trilogy by Kevin J. Anderson and then again in later works such as Junior and Young Jedi Knights, Tionne is a rather interesting character and I'd like to see just what this Jedi Historian has up her sleeve.








Kam Solusar: The First Battlemaster of the New Order

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A Jedi Master first appearing in the Dark Empire series, Kam Solusar has a rather interesting background and even introduction to the EU, being trained by Darth Vader and later meeting Vader's son, Luke and joining his Academy. Kam seems to be an interesting figure as he has been the New Jedi Order's first and foremost Battlemaster, a title later given to his successor, Kyle Katarn, and then later he and his wife, Tionne, were both the heads of their own academy. Kam is certainly one Jedi Master who deserves some respect.





Well guys, this is just the tip of the iceberg, there are certainly more characters i want to make Respect Threads for, but these are ones that I am for sure going to do. They are badass, talented and without a doubt a few of my favorite characters around. I hope you guys enjoyed seeing this and I will see you, in the next thread. Peace to you all and Have a spectacular day. Bye bye!

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Jax Pavan Respect Thread

Welcome to the largest collection of Jax Pavan feats and accolades: Respect The Last Jedi.

This entire respect thread does NOT Belong to me, it was created by my good friend Wildbantha88, who, due to certain events was unable to post or finish the thread and asked me to do it. I only take credit for the character pictures and a mere fraction of the thread, everything else is WildBantha88's own work. Check his threads out.
This entire respect thread does NOT Belong to me, it was created by my good friend Wildbantha88, who, due to certain events was unable to post or finish the thread and asked me to do it. I only take credit for the character pictures and a mere fraction of the thread, everything else is WildBantha88's own work. Check his threads out.

Accolades

It had been torture to resist using the Force―tantamount to the self-amputation of a limb

Star Wars: Coruscant Nights I: Jedi Twilight (Page 35)

He didn't need to lead, just follow. And the two he was following were skilled and trained Jedi.

Star Wars: Coruscant Nights I: Jedi Twilight (Page 242)

And then there was Jax. The Jedi was, he had to admit, growing into his role as a hero quit nicely

Star Wars: Coruscant Nights II: Street of Shadows (Page 288)

"You handle a lightsaber well, prey." (Aurra Sing to Jax)

Star Wars: Coruscant Nights II: Street of Shadows (Page 294)

He (Jax) had trained as a Jedi since the age of two; spent years in meditation and study of Jedi history, Jedi philosophy, Jedi strategy. He had spent months and months in combat training, which consisted largely on learning the defensive forms, from Shii-cho to Juyo. He had spent countless hours on mental, physical, emotional, and spiritual control.

Star Wars: Coruscant Nights III: Patterns of Force (Page 90)

"Even when Jax pulls the Force across himself like a curtain," she continued, "Its a curtain of amazing depth and nuance. Like...a warm bath, like sun-heated sand beneath your feet, like morning grass at the first touch of the sun or―" She looked up, caught the look on Rhinann's face, and laughed. "I don't do it justice and still you think me overimaginative and overemotional."

Star Wars: Coruscant Nights III: Patterns of Force (Pages 119-120)

He had what he had,his own native intelligence and creativity, the Force, and that fact that there were other Force-user's in the complex who's Force signatures would provide some camouflage.

Star Wars: The Last Jedi (Page 131)

He had left his lightsaber aboard the Lanarth and now regretted it. He could still throw himself over onto the landing platform. He didn't need the weapon to use the Force effectively―something Lanarth had always been at pains to remind him.

Star Wars: The Last Jedi (Page 136)

"Your weapons." She held out her hands.

Jax hesitated, then gave them over to her. The hesitation was for show alone. There wasn't a weapon the Jedi wore on his person that could equal the weapon he was.

Star Wars: The Last Jedi (Page 171)

"You're a Jedi. Possibly the last of a dead breed. Rare. Unusual. Powerful. I like rare, unusual, powerful things." (Prince Xizor)

Star Wars: The Last Jedi (Page 206)

If Jax hadn’t been there, they would have come face-to-face with that Inquisitor. The surprise would have been on them.

— Star Wars: The Last Jedi

The things he knew about time currents alone should give him an advantage over the Sith Lord. Vader could have no idea what Jax was capable of.

— Star Wars: The Last Jedi

“Impressive.” Darth Vader stepped out of an open lift to Jax’s left. “Is this display of power the result of some knowledge you’ve sampled? From where, I wonder?”

— Star Wars: The Last Jedi(Darth Vader)

You’ve progressed, Pavan. I hadn’t imagined you could wield such knowledge so well. It won’t do you any good, of course. I can see through you. I always could see through you.”

— Star Wars: The Last Jedi(Darth Vader)

“Proud of yourself?” Vader asked. “Perhaps you’re entitled. You’ve exceeded my expectations, I’ll allow. “

— Star Wars: The Last Jedi(Darth Vader)

….heard his voice of command as he made it clear that this Jedi was his to dispose of.

— Star Wars: The Last Jedi

“You amaze me, Pavan. The things you have absorbed from that dark well of knowledge, the ease with which you use them. You are truly wasted on the light side. Your continued existence and what you have done to ensure it confirm this.”

— Star Wars: The Last Jedi(Darth Vader)

Martial Arts

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Jax is a skilled and well trained duelist. Having trained spent "He had spent months and months in combat training, which consisted largely on learning the defensive forms, from Shii-cho to Juyo."(as stated in Coruscant Nights III: Patterns of Force )He has also displayed a preference with switching between forms in order to keep his opponent off guard, a deadly combatant indeed. It is my personal belief—and the belief of Wildbantha88 as well, that Jax prefers to use Ataru and Makashi, relying on excellent footwork, agility and precision.

During this battle Jax has no connection to the Force and cannot call upon it in any way. It is a battle of a non-force sensitive vs a non-force sensitive.

From the weapon's hilt leapt a thin length of supple metal, immediately followed by the proscribed arc wave of an energy field, this one following the length of the metallic cord.

It was a whip. An energy whip. Jax let its bright green length uncoil, then twisted his wrist. The lightwhip's end singed a larger, ragged circle into the floor in response. He snapped it experimentally, sending a running wave down its length. The tip made a satisfying crack!, louder than its wavering hum, as it broke the sound barrier. Jax couldn't even begin to imagine the complexity of the modulation circuitry in the handle.

As part of his training, he'd practiced with lightwhips, but not nearly as often as he'd used a lightsaber. He wasn't nearly as proficient with a whip as he was with a blade. And he wouldn't be getting used to it under the best of conditions.

"Very impressive," Xizor said. "But I think blade trumps whip. In any case, you will forgive me for not being chivalrous enough to let you practice a bit."

With that, Xizor jerked the lightsaber down in front of himself, brought his other hand over the handle, and aimed the tip of the blade at Jax's left eye as he attacked.

Jax backpedalled, trying to buy as much time as he could to get more familiar with the new weapon. It wasn't as elegant as an energy sword, or as powerful, or able to cut through as much, but it did however, have the length advantageeasily twice that of his lightsaber's blade at full extension. The metallic cord's length was also elastic, he found, to a limited degree.

The Falleen brought the blade around and down in an attempt to sever the Jedi's wrist, but Jax blocked it with the thick part of the thong, near the hilt. Xizor recovered, twirling the lightsaber around his wrist.

Jax flicked the lightwhip again, sending a traveling wave down its length, snapping the tip with another supersonic crack! that warned Xizor to keep his distance.

It didn't matter how well versed the Falleen might be with a lightsaber, he told himself. No ordinary humanoid could contend with a Jedi one-on-one and expect to win. Even a true teras kasi adept, harnessing his own inner energy and drawing on decades of honed skill, could hope, at best, for a draw, and there weren't more than a handful of those in all the galaxy.

The prince edged in, corkscrewing to his right, keeping his lightsaber before him. Jas turned slightly, reaching for the Force...

And, once again, he found nothing.

He kept his expression blank, but he could tell by the fierceness of Xizor's grin that the prince had somehow sensed his concern; smelled his fear sweat, most likely. And in that instant Jax realized what at least part of the problem was. All those months of hiding, of constant vigilance to avoid connecting to the Force in any active way, to avoid the possibility of alerting Vader to his presence, had become second nature. And now in the extremity of his need, he couldn't connect.

Over the months he had come to regard the Emperor's minions, especially Vader, as akin to carrion deathbirds, ever circling overhead, their sharp and cold vision catching the slightest movement below. Call on the Force and one of them would know, would swoop down and pluck Jax from the multitude like a single fleck from a vast of them. Even if he was wrong, even if Vader and his myrmidons weren't that constantly watchful, the effect was the same.

Whatever the reason, he couldn't let his inability undo him now. Jax slid his left foot back and turned almost ninety degrees aslant to Xizor. He raised his arm and rotated his wrist, whirling his lightwhip above his head in a circular pattern.

Xizor nodded, as if to acknowledge the move. He turned to his left and began to rotate the lightsaber over his wrist, nimbly switching hands at irregular intervals while moving forward. Jax tensed, waiting for the inevitable moment when his opponent would falter, when he could snap the energy braid forward and flick the blade forward

Suddenly Xizor ceased the almost hypnotic movement of the blade and leapt over him, tucking and somersaulting while slashing backward.

Jax wouldn't have thought anyone but a Jedi could pull a stunt like that. Frantically he struck up from the circle pattern, wrapping the energy braid around the lightsaber. Blue and green arc waves sparked and sang of conflict, searing the very atoms of the air around them, filling his nostrils with the tang of ozone.

But before he could follow through and yank the lightsaber from Xizor's hand, the prince thumbed off the blade's power. The lightwhip's length dropped, and Jax had to dodge to avoid the deadly lash himself.

Xizor landed and reactivated the blade. From his crouch, Jax swung his arm back in a low arch, then back over his shoulder. The lightwhip sang through the air and wrapped again about the blade. Before Xizor could deactivate the lightsaber again, Jax yanked as hard as he could, pulling Xizor off balance.

The sudden tug was enough to slow Xizor, but not enough to break his one-handed grip. He lunged after as the lightwhip slipped free of the lightsaber, sending more sparks flying. Jax ducked, letting the luminous blade whistle by barely above his head, then dived into a roll as Xizor slashed again, missing him a fingers breadth. He came up, half turned, and, while still moving, snapped his hand around at Xizor. The glowing whip lanced at the Falleen, almost as if it were a hurled spear.

Xizor ducked and spun in a full circle, dropping the blade to chest level as he moved, seeking to bisect Jax. But the Jedi was too fast―he was already in a full backpedal, snapping the lightwhip to cover his retreat. Xizor had to parry the flailing energy line to prevent it from taking an arm off.

Once again Jax reached for the Force, and once again he found only cold vacuum. Evidently, understanding the problem wasn't the same as fixing it. And this was the worst possible situation in which to attempt reconnection: in the midst of battle, overwrought and over worried.

He should not have been so fool hardy as to challenge Prince Xizor. He should have simply had I-Five take him out; the Falleen was fast, but he was little match for a laser-packing droid. Now it was starting to look like this macho posturing was going to doom them all. I-Five was occupied with 10-4TO, and Lanarth was still out of the game.

He heard a noise behind him, but he could not afford to take his eyes off Xizor, who was pacing just outside the lightwhip's reach. The noise grew louder; a popping, tearing sound, which Jax recognized too late as the rending of the reinforce plasteel bolts on the other set of doors. He whirled about just in time to see a wheel-mounted maintenance droid rolling at him, with pieces of jagged scrap metal welded to its chest, extruding like knives.

Star Wars: Coruscant Nights I: Jedi Twilight (Pages 313-317)

Jax Pavan vs Sele

The Cathar approached Jax, ignoring Den. "I am Sele," he growled, " I will pull out your tibia and use it to pick my teeth." Snarling, the leader of the Nuknog's bodyguard exposed sharp, white canines.

"Is this anyway to treat customers?" As Jax took a step backwards, his right hand slipped inconspicuously to his waist. "You can't make deals in a hostile atmosphere. Why don't we all take a breath and―"

Letting out a roar that shook the room, Sele reached for Jax with one huge paw. Though the Cathar was faster than one might expect for a creature of such bulk, Jax was considerable more nimble. Dodging to his left, he drew and activated the Velmorian flamesword in a single motion.

The Cathar paused for a moment at this unexpected move; he was, however, completely confident in his ability to subdue any interlopers. Given his strength and size, it was an assurance not misplaced.

But he had, in all probability, never faced a Jedi before.

Sele drew a poniard as long and heavy as the Jedi's leg. Ducking beneath a swing powerful enough to decapitate a reek, Jax leaned forward in a long thrust that sent the tip of the flamesword through the Cathar's fur and a centimeter deep into his thigh. Howling, the bodyguard stepped back and swatted at the smoke rising from his singed fur. When he looked up again, his expression by itself was enough to paralyze a typical opponent.

Now I remember the significance of the headband, Jax thought. It signifies him as the mightiest warrior of his clan. It figures.

Rushing forward, Sele brought the weighty blade of the poniard down in a swipe that would have cut the Jedi in two from crown to crotch―had it landed, which it did not. Dodging right this time, Jax feigned with the flamesword. His adversary sidestepped left; Jax whirled, leapt with the Force's aid, and brought the Velmorian weapon down. Flinching, Sele managed to block the blow, but the overflow from the sword seared a black streak across his right shoulder. For a second time the Cathar howled in pain.

Though he had lightly wounded his opponent twice now, Jax knew that Sele had to land only one of his substantial blows to win the fight. He continued his strategy, using the Force to keep him out of his foe's reach while letting the laws of physics work in his favor. At his mass and size, there was simply no way the Cathar could move as quickly or as nimbly as Jax, even without the Force's aid.

At last, smoldering like a house afire from more than a dozen slashing wounds inflicted by Jax's flamesword, Sele had no choice but to acquiesce to his opponent. The hulking creature bent one leg and bowed his head. He laid the poniard on the floor between them. "By the rules of the Blood Hunt," He said in a throaty growl. "I surrender to you all that I own and all that I am."

Star Wars: Coruscant Nights II: Street of Shadows (Pages 215-217)

Jax vs Aurra Sing

Jax confronts the notorious Jedi Killer and Bount Hunter, Aurra Sing, who had fought against Qui-Gon Jinn, Aayla Secura and A'sharad hett and Killed the Legendary Jedi, Sharad Hett.

Jax landed on his side, rolled, and came to his feet in a single motion, letting the Force do most of the work. At some point during the move he activated his lightsaber, though he couldn't have said when. The blade―crimson, a remote part of his brain noted―boiled out to its full length in a heartbeat.

Then he was on his feet and facing Aurra Sing.

Though he'd never met her before, her appearance left him with no doubt of her identity. He would have little room for doubt in any case, because her blade was already whistling towards him. It was a green blade, and its glow painted everything the same shade of corroded brass. Everything, that is, except the Twi'lek's green skin―that it rendered the deep gray-green of ripe chee nuts.

Jax had just time enough to register that Lanarth was either grievously wounded or already dead, and that she was directly in the path of the blade's second downward arc, before he lunged in a desperate attempt to block it.

He did, but just barely. The clashing blades crackled, the air rent with ozone, and the two lightsabers rebounded. Sing's blade had been deflected just enough to miss Lanarth. It sheared through the suspended floor of the elevated walkway, cutting supports. Jax backflipped and came down on the still-supported section, his lightsaber ready for another attack.

Behind him, his comrades fell into the abyss.

No time for even the briefest reactions, as Aurra Sing was leaping at him again. Several meters below, an emergency-response tractor field automatically activated by the disintegration of the corridor caught his tumbling companions. They would slow-fall, but he wouldn't have time to watch, he barely had time to breath. She rained down on him a fury of blows almost as vociferous as the oaths and curses that accompanied them.

"Fear me. Jedi! I am Aurra Sing, Nashtah, scourge of your kind! I haunt your darkest dreams! I drink Jedi blood; I nest in their guts! Your nightmares now have a name, hierophant, and that name is Aurra Sing!"

He felt the Force flowing around her. There was considerable might to it, but it was wild and undisciplined and, as such, difficult to anticipate. He'd never felt anything quite like it, and he'd certainly never heard anything like it.

"You'd be the bounty hunter, then." He said.

Hefting her own weapon, the woman grinned a feral grin at him. Externally, she was beautiful; even without an endocrine advantage, she could give Dejah a run for her credits. What Jax sensed within her, however, utterly obliterated any outward impressions. She had an ugly soul.

"You handle a lightsaber well, prey." Suddenly she leaned forward, and her crimson eyes narrowed. Then rage filled them―or at least, he thought, topped off the last little bit of sanity; it's not like there was a whole lot to begin with―and she snarled. "Where did you get that?" She indicated his lightsaber.

He told her the truth: "An acquaintance sent it to me," He shrugged. " I guess he didn't want it anymore."

She came in, and she was incredibly fast; faster than anyone he had ever encountered. Only the Force allowed him to anticipate her reactions; otherwise he would have surely lost limbs in the first minute of action. It was all he could do to parry the hurricane of blows she threw at him: cut-cut-cut-thrust-diagonal-cut!

He leapt backward to escape, felt the heat of her lightsaber singe his right foot as it cut through his boot and sliced off part of the heel.

Maybe needling her into loosing control wasn't such a good plan after all...

As he flew backwards, Jax slashed behind him with his lightsaber. A newly installed transparasteel plane shattered under the impact of his lightsaber, just in time for him to sail through unharmed. He landed on his feet on the roof.

In an instant Sing followed. She flew through the opening, eyes narrowed, her arms held wide for balance. Her lightsaber was a viridian shaft in the semidarkness.

She cut downward, hard, so fast! Without the Force, he would have been bisected. Instead, before he could think, his body moved on it's own, wrapped in lines of power. Unbidden, his hand snapped up to block her blade with his. Scarlet and emerald lightning blinded them both momentarily. Coupled with the force of her decent, her strike knocked him backwards again, across the roof construction. He nearly fell off the far edge.

Behind him, several massive automata were hard at the business of demolition and construction. At a comfortable control station somewhere, a supervisory sentient was probably kicked back in a formchair, watching as the gigantic machines did all the work. Would he or she glance at the screen, take notice of the fight amid all the heavy work, set down the inevitable cup of caf and notify security? Would the fight even last long enough for help to arrive?

She came at him again. She was fast, strong, and good, but she was also reckless. She had said it herself; her passion was hunting Jedi, not fighting them. She was used to striking hard and fast, a streak of scarlet in the night. She was used to fighting skilled opponents for any length of time.

Jax kept backing away, parrying, letting the Force completely control him. A wrong move and he would be chopped down. His best bet was to wait, to let her wear herself out before attempting to take her down. Assuming her could outlast her. She was humanoid, but not human; their might be different rules for her kind. He was already certain that her fast twitch muscle percentage was higher than his. He was getting tired, and she seemed as fast and strong as when they'd started.

They were along the machines now. Heavy lifters and composite depositors, link checkers, emitters, and synthesizers whirled and hummed and rumbled around them. Sing continued to push him back, back, always back. Jax went with it. He wanted her to be sure that she was winning.

Maybe she was...

At least she's stopped her diatribe. I was beginning to think she was trying to talk me to death.

"No need to die," she said, as if reading his mind. She threw a fast series of chop attacks, none designed to do major damage, but rather to set him up for the killing stroke.

"Really? What do you think your boss plans to do with me? Buy me lunch?"

"Not my concern, Jedi. Surrender now and maybe we can negotiate something with him. Don't, and I kill you now. An iffy future is better than none, don't you agree?"

She charged in without waiting for an answer, and her attack sequence was to fast for him to follow consciously. The Force answered, its strings manipulating his body like a marionette's, but his body would not be able to keep up much longer. Be blocked, counter attacked, was parried, and ducked just in time as she tried to take his head off.

This was not going well. He needed to do something, and soon, or

Sing was growing impatient. The blasted Jedi refused to capitulate, even though the Force was all that was holding him up at this point.

She wasn't sure how he'd come upon her lightsaber; most likely he'd had an encounter of some sort with Typho. The particulars didn't concern her―she was intent on getting it back, and she wasn't too particular about how. If it meant prying it from the cold, dead fingers of his severed hand, she was sure Lord Vader would understand. But she wanted this to be over, and soon. Her stamina would outlast most humanoid sentients, but when it faded, it faded fast.

Even acknowledging the possibility of failure was not an option. She would defeat this upstart Jedi. Anything else was unthinkable.

Movement out of the corner of his right eye caught Jax's attention. The energy of their lightsabers clashed and sizzled yet again, and he allowed the blow to send him staggering back toward the activity he had sensed. All he had time for was a quick look.

He couldn't fight any harder. He had to fight smarter.

The machine was a large reposticator, or fabber. It chewed up raw material that looked like sand from a hopper, then laid a sheet of translucent plate onto the roof for a hard, weatherproof coater. The hopper had a safety field that glowed a pale blue, to keep things from falling into the raw-materials bin. Wise, because the fabber would ingest anything that fell into it and resurrect the material into it's extrusion.

A desperate plan popped into his head.

He tried a simple attack, a basic, simple Form II series that he had learned early on. Not really much of a threat; the moves were designed as defense against an opposing lightsaber.

Sing did just that, easily blocking the attack. She laughed.

"A defense unworthy of a padawan? Come on, you can do better than that, can't you?"

"Not really," he said. But all he wanted was a little running room, which the move had given him. He turned, sprinted three steps, and leapt with every bit of the Force he could muster, managing to land on the control bar above the fabber, arms windmilling in a charade of seeking balance

Sing would be right behind him, he knew; he wouldn't even have time to turn and face her, and she would use the field guarding the raw-materials bin as a step before launching into a lunge that would easily unbalance him from his narrow perch.

He felt for her using the Force

The flashing red button on the control panel was right next to his damaged boot. Jax waited until he felt Sing land on the field

Then he stepped on the button.

The field shut off.

Sing screamed as she fell into the churning sand. Her ligthsaber cutting a swath of molten energy through it, fusing sand into lumpy green glass―then was snuffed out as she lost her grip on the hilt.

Sing looked up at him as she sank beneath the sand. It churned while it was sucked into the machine. The last he saw of her was a splotch of red hair.

He turned and started toward a nearby drop-tube, realizing that his friends should have reached the ground by now...

Star Wars: Coruscant Nights II: Street of Shadows (Pages 292-298)

Jax vs Inquisitor

Jax didn't have time to think about where Kaj had gone. He met the Inquisitor blade-to-blade in a sizzle of brilliant energy. Within the obscuring cowl of his robe, the Inquisitor's face showed momentary astonishment that the lightsaber locked with his was the same shade of gleaming crimson. His astonishment lasted but an instant. Then he was all business.

He parried Jax's first stroke, but he had leaned away from the attack and put himself at a disadvantage. Jax pushed him back toward the middle of the street in the direction Lanarth had dashed after the second Inquisitor.

This would be a test, he knew, of his raw talent and his training. The Inquisitor's were said to have received advanced instruction from Darth Vader himself, and were rumored to be far more powerful than Jedi by virtue of them not being limited by what they thought of as a pacifist philosophy.

Jax suspected this was little more than propaganda aimed at inspiring fear the Emperor would hardly care about truth in advertising―but even so, he could feel the tentativeness of his own strokes, as if he were fighting a complete unknown.

He rejected his trepidation. He had fought Aurra Sing and Prince Xizor he doubted this one could do anything more unexpected or accomplished than those two.

He feinted, his blade meeting the Inquisitor's blade at the hilt. Continuing the movement, he swept it down and around, catching the adept's robes and charring them. Simultaneously, he leapt, using the point where the two lightsabers crossed as a fulcrum. He somersaulted through the air, landing lightly on the far curb. The moment's reprise gave him a chance to look for Kaj. He glanced upward just in time to see the façade of the building housing the apothecary ripple like the surface of a stormy lake. Masonry began to rain down from above, narrowly missing the charging Inquisitor.

Still there was no sign of the boy...

...At first Jax wasn't sure who had fired the volley; then he saw the flutter of scarlet robes among the fallen debris. The Inquisitor who only seconds ago had been charging him had vanished. Taken out by the debris? Unlikely, he was too resourceful for that.

Jax dodged under the overhanging eaves of building behind him, scanning the sidewalk for Lanarth. He saw he just up the street to his left, craning her own neck to see where her opponent had gone. She didn't see him leap from the concealing debris, because she was spinning towards Jax, leaving her own flank exposed.

In an instant to brief to measure, he saw what Lanarth saw―the cloaked figure atop the overhang, lightsaber drawn, preparing to plunge it downward through the duracrete into the top of his head. His reaction was instantaneous: he dodged sideways, shoving his own weapon up through the ledge and raking it sideways with a strength borne of desperation. It parted the duracrete as if it were a dense, heavy liquid. There was an answering shriek of agony from above him.

A split second later he heard Lanarth's blasters fire. He turned and saw her adversary evade the shot, catching one bolt with the blade of his lightsaber and vaulting backward into the street. A large chunk of masonry rolled from atop a heap of rubble to obscure him from view.

Jax somersaulted out from beneath his protective overhang, angling toward Lanarth, but ready to defend against attack from above as well. He rolled to his feet just as the wounded Inquisitor reared up for another attack. His left leg was gone from the knee down, leaving a charred stump, but he was not about to surrender. He loosed a charge of Force-lightning from his free hand and dived at Jax like a stooping raptor.

It was a shrewd move. Jax was forced to parry the lightning with his lightsaber an was out of position to defend against his enemy's blade. Time slowed to glacial speed. Jax knew that if he leapt out of the way, the second Inquisitor , hidden in the rubble on the street, stood a very good chance of striking him down.

He had to take his chances with the lightning.

He dropped to one knee, hoping the Inquisitor wouldn't be able to adjust his flight path. There was a strange, sharp tingle in his Force sense a split second later a thin line of blue-white energy cut through the thick air and made the wisdom of his maneuver academic. The beam severed the Inquisitor's sword arm at the shoulder. The Inquisitor was carried to the ground several feet past Jax on his own momentum. His arm and weapon took their own trajectory.

A second laser beam sliced through the Inquisitor's throat, stopping his howls of pain.

Jax looked to the source of the blasterfire. I-Five stood, gleaming, in the dust and debris, the index finger of his right hand still aimed at the crumbled enemy.

Star Wars: Coruscant Nights III: Patterns of Force (Pages 217-221)

Young Jax vs Young Anakin

He remembered the first time he had glimpsed Anakin in a moment of anger, radiating tendrils of blackest nightwhipcords of darkness that writhed about him, straining outward.

They had been sparring with their lightsabers and something―to this day, Jax wasn't sure what had transformed the other Jedi from an amicable, if distracted, sparring partner into a driven foe. He had suddenly launched himself at Jax like a berserker, forcing him to parry a swift series of blows that might easily have killed him.

Jax had seen darkness in auras before, but never like that and never in a fellow Padawan. Anakin had appearedin that moment to stand at the nexus of a whorl of rage and frustration. He was a black whole sucking light and color from anything or anyone in his gravitational field.

The moment had passed so swiftly that Jax thought he'd imagined it. He'd been left reeling and confused―and embarrassed when Anakin had broken off the attack, grinned at him, slapped him on the shoulder, and asked, "What's the matter, Jax? Am I too much for you?"

Star Wars: The Last Jedi (Page 92)

Jax Vs Two Inquisitors

Ahead of him he suddenly sensed a quartet of sentients. They must have just stepped out of a lift. Two of them were Force-users—Inquisitors. He was surprised to realize he could feel the texture of their ability. One was soft, weak … new. An apprentice, maybe. The other was stronger. Not Tesla’s equal, perhaps, but not inexperienced.

He could not avoid them without doubling back toward Vader, but if he engaged them …

No choice. He activated his lightsaber, stepped around a corner, and there they were: two stormtroopers and two Inquisitors. The troopers reacted to him swiftly, raising their blaster rifles and firing.

Jax easily deflected the blaster bolts while the Inquisitors drew their weapons. The smaller of the two wielded only a lightfoil, which marked him as an apprentice. Its tip quivered. Of course it did—the young adept was scared senseless. He had probably never seen a Jedi before, let alone faced one in combat.

That made him the obvious target.

Lightsaber spinning, Jax came right at the young Inquisitor, who reacted by dodging between the two stormtroopers, his cowl slipping to reveal a pale humanoid face with glittering, frightened eyes.

Jax darted after him, deflecting blaster bolts as he went.

The older Inquisitor did exactly what Jax expected him to do, as well—he slunk along the bulkhead, looking for an opportunity to get behind the Jedi. Jax ignored him for the time being, going directly at the stormtroopers and the terrified apprentice. He made a diagonal sweep with his lightsaber, slicing right through the blaster rifles and reducing their muzzles to molten nubs.

The Inquisitor behind him naturally chose that moment to attack Jax’s seemingly unprotected back. Not content to merely rush the Jedi, he gathered the Force about him and leapt.

Jax dropped, rolled, and flicked out a whip of the Force to yank the apprentice forward several steps, right into the path of his superior’s blade. The young adept bleated, blocking futilely with his lightfoil; the lesser weapon went spinning away to ricochet off the wall. The apprentice hit the floor.

The older Inquisitor executed his own twisting somersault and landed lightly on both feet, ready to come at Jax again.

One armed opponent. Better odds. No time.

Jax took a deep breath, steadied himself … then whipped around to face the turbolift. The doors slid open and Darth Vader stepped out into the corridor, turning his insectoid gaze on Jax.

The Inquisitor reacted by deactivating his blade, bowing his head, and backing hastily away.

That was all the time Jax needed. He gave the projection of Darth Vader a final surge of the Force, enough to hold it together a moment longer as he turned, vaulted over the stormtroopers, and raced away down the corridor.

His adversaries would wait for their Master to direct them, he knew. In the amount of time it would take them to realize the deception, he would be out of sight.

Star Wars: The Last Jedi

Jax Vs Darth Vader

“I’m surprised at you, Pavan. Surprised you’d sully yourself with such knowledge from the dark side. What could have driven you to that, I wonder? The death of your Paladin?”

Jax tried to keep from reacting to the taunt, but it was beyond him. Fine. Let Vader imagine he was a quivering wreck. Maybe he was exactly that.

And maybe not.

“You don’t need to die, you know,” said the dark, velvety voice.

Jax found his own voice. “No?”

“No. In fact, it would be … unfortunate … for you to die with all that knowledge in your mind.”

“And you’re going to offer me a deal, right … Anakin?”

The grip on Jax’s throat tightened. The coldness of interstellar space invaded his core. If he could see Vader’s face—Anakin’s face—what would it reveal? Anger? Hurt? Torment?

“Let me make this clear,” Vader said. “Anakin Skywalker is dead. Burned to a cinder and blown away by the winds of betrayal.”

Jax dared to laugh. It sounded thin and wheezing. “Betrayed? You? No. You were the betrayer. You betrayed the Jedi Order. You betrayed us all. You betrayed yourself.”

The grip tightened more now. Jax gasped, the bay area growing dark. Vader’s tone remained amused, but with an edge to it. “Do you suppose your opinion of me matters?”

“Hardly.”

The Dark Lord relaxed his hold a tiny bit and activated his lightsaber. The vivid red of the blade slashed across Jax’s gaze. The Sith drew closer to his captive. Closer still, until Jax could see his own pale face as a warped reflection in the curved obsidian surface of Vader’s mask.

“I sense that you already dance at the edges of the shadows, Pavan. Come into them fully, share this knowledge with me, and you can live. Your cause is lost in any case. You might as well salvage something.”

“And Yimmon?”

“I have you, now. What do I need with him?”

“You won’t torture him anymore? You won’t kill him?”

“Is it so important to you at this moment?”

“If you want what’s in my head, it will be important to you, too.”

The Dark Lord hesitated. “Where is he?”

Jax flicked a glance at the lift doors to his extreme right. The doors parted, revealing Thi Xon Yimmon and Den Dhur. Yimmon leaned against the wall of the lift; Den, looking horror-struck, supported him.

The unexpected sight was enough to break Vader’s concentration. The blast of Force energy that Jax then unleashed sent the Dark Lord staggering back, one, two, three steps.

Not much. But enough.

Jax dropped prone, his body hovering horizontally six centimeters above the floor. He coiled and hurled himself past Vader, accelerating through the open portal of the docking bay.

Vader recovered swiftly and strode through the doors, his robes billowing about him in an inky cloud.

“You’ve progressed, Pavan. I hadn’t imagined you could wield such knowledge so well. It won’t do you any good, of course. I can see through you. I always could see through you.”

Jax came lightly to his feet and turned to face the Sith Lord. Lightsaber poised and activated, he continued to move backward deeper into the bay, keeping one eye out for Imperial troops. He saw none—only a handful of terrified crew huddled in a far corner.

“I’m that transparent, am I?” he asked Vader.

“Perhaps not, but your illusions are. You neglected to give them life signs.” The Dark Lord swept a hand back at “Yimmon” and “Den”—still standing in the open turbolift—as if to dismiss Jax’s careful mirage. They blurred about the edges, but did not evaporate. That Vader had expected them to do so was evident only in the slightest halting of his step, the sudden tilt of his helmeted head,

the twitch of his gloved fingers.

Jax quashed the bubble of elation that bloomed in his heart at having thwarted the Dark Lord’s expectations. He held the projections long enough to make the point that he could, then dropped them. The images of the Sullustan and the Cerean vanished like smoke.

“Proud of yourself?” Vader asked. “Perhaps you’re entitled. You’ve exceeded my expectations, I’ll allow. But … how interesting—the projections of your comrades are gone, yet I can still feel the texture of an illusion … somewhere …”

The helm tilted upward as if the Dark Lord was scenting the air, and Jax realized his mistake. Having touched and felt of Jax’s projections, Vader could now recognize them. And there was a pyronium-powered projection buried in a far corner of this bay.

“What is it?” Vader asked Jax, moving slowly, inexorably closer. He was mere meters away. “What are you hiding, Jedi? What have you concealed in here? More to the point—how are you concealing it?”

Jax hesitated. He had hoped he could foil Darth Vader with a combination of thrust, parry, and projection, but that now seemed naïve. Now Vader stood a good chance of having not just the Jedi ship, but the pyronium, as well.

Ironic. Anakin Skywalker had been the one to give Jax the pyronium in the first place. For safekeeping, he’d said. That had been before—before he had become this towering pillar of darkness, this … thing. What might such a conscienceless creature do with that inexhaustible power source now?

The black helmet canted toward the corner of the bay where the Jedi starfighter sat, half concealed by the vessel that had entered the bay before it.

“Ah! The pyronium, of course. That’s how you’re doing it. That’s how you’re powering all your projections. Stupid of you, Pavan, to carry it with you.”

“Oh, but I’m not.”

Jax Force-grabbed the first thing he could find—a discarded length of shielding from a nearby shuttle under repair—and flung it at the Dark Lord. When Vader whirled out of its way, Jax followed it by wrenching the entire shuttle off its repair struts and tumbling it onto the Sith.

Without stopping to see the results of his efforts, Jax darted to his left, away from the telltale signature of the projection around the Delta-7. He was cut off from the lift core by his own hand, but he knew that there were, in every docking bay, hatches in the deck used to lower large pieces of machinery and cargo from one level to another. If he could just find one …

He heard the shriek of metal on metal behind him as Vader dealt with the shuttle. He spent no more of his precious Force sense on that, instead probing ahead as he ran.

There! There was a hatch, five meters ahead—but closed.

Not for long. Using the Force, Jax ripped the thick durasteel grating up and flung it back on its groaning hinges. Then he leapt, throwing himself into the open maw. He landed lightly, one level down, on the bow of a docked shuttle, then turned a quick somersault and vaulted to the deck.

What would Vader do?

If he believed the pyronium was in Jax’s possession, he’d pursue Jax. Then the starfighter and the pyronium would be safe … for the time being. If he believed the pyronium must be aboard the vessel, if he failed to give chase, Jax could cause the nameless ship to self-destruct and maybe—a slim maybe—he could catch Vader in the blast.

Jax knew, now, what the endgame would have to be. He told himself he’d know when the moment arrived for him to give up fighting for his life.

The lower bay was laid out just like the one above it, with a portal that gave onto a liftcore. Jax headed for that, chose a lift at random, and took it up two levels. He would head back toward the civilian sector of the station, hope that Den and Sacha had disobeyed after all, and waited for him.

As Den had waited, once before, in the corridor of the Far Ranger …

Off the lift, Jax headed to his left—west, in the geography of Kantaros Station. He’d have to work his way back down a number of levels once he’d gotten farther from Vader, but for now he just wanted distance.

He dashed past crewmates, stormtroopers, and officers, knowing they saw him as one of their own—an anonymous grease monkey hurrying about his assigned tasks. He hesitated when a trio of Inquisitors stepped out of a lift ahead, then

dodged left and found himself in a galley.

It was a long, gleaming room, redolent with cooking smells and furnished with durasteel tables and equipment. The droids that staffed it were busily preparing meals for the crew. They paid him no heed.

He was halfway across the galley when the far door into the canteen swept back and Darth Vader appeared, his lightsaber vibrating the air around him. The droids ignored him, too.

“The problem with those projections, Pavan, is that I now know their scent. You left a trail a blind bantha could follow.”

From the corner of his eye, Jax saw ranks of pots, pans, and metal utensils hanging above a center prep area. Beneath them were stacks of meal trays. Realizing the only escape was behind him, Jax coiled the Force in his hands and swept every pot, pan, utensil, and tray at Vader in a hail of metal.

Not done, Jax scooted back the way he’d come, using the Force to turn the droids in the galley to his own uses. He turned them on Darth Vader, with their knives and choppingblades, pestles and cook pots. There were a good half dozen of them, now intent on the Sith.

Jax had no doubt that the Dark Lord, with his mastery of the Force, could repel the attack, but it gave him time to flee. This time he didn’t use a projection. And this time, he was spotted by the enemy. A handful of stormtroopers led by a corpulent lieutenant turned to give chase.

That decided his course of action. He headed back toward the docking bays, hoping Vader might believe he had gone the opposite way.

It was a forlorn hope. He heard the uproar as the Dark Lord entered the corridor outside the galley, felt the disturbance among the Imperials at the sight of him, heard his voice of command as he made it clear that this Jedi was his to dispose of.

“Leave him to me!”

Leave him to me.

Was it that inevitable?

Fine—endgame, then.

Lightsaber activated, Jax raced back to the docking bay in which the Delta-7 sat hidden. He entered the huge chamber and turned as Darth Vader came through the portal behind him.

“Your last chance, Pavan. Come willingly and live. Resist, and die. It makes no difference to me.”

That was a lie and Jax knew it. It did make a difference to Darth Vader, because it made a difference to Anakin Skywalker. Jax understood, at last, that if he capitulated, he would vindicate Anakin in his fall to the dark side. If he resisted to the last and died, there could be no vindication. The Jedi Order—the thing that Vader lived to crush—would be gone, true enough. But Jax knew that merely killing it would not be enough for Darth Vader. No, the last Jedi had to do more than just die.

He had to be broken.

If not—if he made Vader end him—the Dark Lord’s thirst for vengeance would remain unslaked, and there would be no one left for him to avenge himself upon. Even if there were other Jedi still alive—it was a big galaxy, after all—the man who had been Anakin Skywalker could search for a lifetime—a thousand lifetimes—and never find them.

He would be without purpose.

Like you were?

Something deep within Jax Pavan resonated with that. Didn’t he also seek revenge for Laranth’s death? Yes, of course—he’d come to rescue Yimmon, but hadn’t he ultimately wanted this?

He met Vader’s opaque gaze, stared into the gleaming black lenses. If he died, would that put an end to Vader’s purpose? If Vader died, would that put an end to Jax’s?

There was no time to answer the question. The Dark Lord was coming at him with long strides.

“Choose, Jedi!”

Jax chose. He flung himself at the Sith, lightsaber cutting the machine-scented air of the docking bay. Vader parried and the blades locked, slid apart, arced, and locked again. The air sizzled with their power.

Again, again. Thrust, parry, fade. Thrust, parry, fade.

Jax worked his way slowly, inexorably back toward the Aethersprite’s berth. He was careful not to seem as if he’d given up the fight. If Vader realized he was being lured, there was no telling how he’d react.

So Jax fought. Quite as if he expected to win.

He pelted his adversary with small objects—anything that wasn’t bolted down, and a few things that were. Vader parried them with his lightsaber, slicing everything that came at him into shards of slag. He answered by treating Jax to the same rain of metal.

Crew scrambled to get out of the

way; but, prisoners of curiosity, most of them continued to watch from the far sidelines.

And that gave Vader the advantage he sought.

With a flick of his free hand, the Dark Lord Force-lifted one of the deckhands off his feetand hurled him at Jax.

Jax froze for a split second, his weapon raised, then twisted out of the way of the screaming crewman. Anakin knew him too well—knew what he would and would not do.

Maybe.

With a supreme effort of will, the Jedi felt the local time currents around him, stirred them to eddies, then dropped and rolled beneath the fuselage of a small shuttle that lay between him and the Aethersprite.

Vader’s next barrage of ordnance was aimed at where Jax had been, not where he had gone.

Jax shot to his feet and pelted toward the Jedi starfighter where it lay tucked behind its Imperial look-alike. He was panting with the effort now, drained by the effort it took to harness so much energy.

The deafening groan of metal from behind him caused Jax to turn. The small vessel he’d just rolled beneath was ripped from her moorings and flung aside as if she were a bit of stray debris. Darth Vader came at him out of her wake, his Sith weapon shedding lurid light.

“You amaze me, Pavan. The things you have absorbed from that dark well of knowledge, the ease with which you use them. You are truly wasted on the light side. Your continued existence and what you have done to ensure it confirm this.”

The observation cut deep, but Jax would not let Vader see him bleed. “What I’ve done, I did to free Yimmon. Having done that, I’ve served my purpose.”

He was close enough to the Delta-7 now that he could feel the energies of the pyronium-fed projection as a humming tremor in the Force around him. He was certain Vader must feel it, too.

“Served your purpose?” the Sith echoed. He made an elegant gesture with gloved hands, the lightsaber describing a graceful arc in the air. “Then surrender.”

“I’ll die before I let you have what’s in my head, Anakin.”

Vader was completely still for a moment, then raised his lightsaber for an attack. “As you wish … Jax.”

As Vader swept toward him, Jax reached back and felt of the connection between the pyronium and the ship. A simple command—a simple trigger—was all it would take to end this.

He was startled by the sudden flash of light that exploded along the hull of the starfighter’s nearest neighbor. It was as if someone had opened a door between the two ships, letting sunlight pour through.

—Star Wars: The Last Jedi

Force Powers

Physical augmentation/Strength/Speed

Jax glanced down at the weapon, saw his distorted image staring back at him from the blade's surface. "Yeah? How do you know th―?"

I-Five suddenly whipped up his left hand, index finger extended, and fired a laser beam at Jax. The laser beam splashed off the ionized fire that suddenly coated the length of the blade, which Jax had automatically raised to block the beam.

"That's how," I-Five said. "The speed of light is just under three hundred kilometers per second. You are currently seven-point-three meters from me. Your Force-augmented anticipatory reflex action obviously is working fine. You just have to let them."

Star Wars: Coruscant Nights II: Street of Shadows (Page 31-32)

He went up; the turbolifts were too slow, so he literally flew up the emergency stairs, touching down on the landings only long enough to change directions for the next leap.

Star Wars: Coruscant Nights III: Patterns of Force (Page 158)

This next quote takes place with Jax standing outside of a Force blocking circle of light. Meaning he could not sense it coming and had to react to it on sight. Another thing to note is that the plasticrete walls are built to withstand a metric ton, just to give you an idea of how fast the rod was flying.

Before Jax could shut down the remote, Kaj roared in incoherent rage and let loose an explosion of Force energy. The hapless remote was blown clear out of the circle of light and the duraluminum rod shot straight out at Jax.

If he had not practiced what he'd preached about gauging intention, he would have be skewered. As it was, the rod flew past him, narrowly missing, passing through the exact spot where his heart had been an instant before, and buried itself fifteen centimeters deep in the plastacrete wall of the studio...

..." The good news is nothing leaked out." Jax continued. " I saw what was happening but, but I didn't sense it"

"Lucky you," added Lanarth drily, " If you'd been blindfolded, you'd be dead now."

Star Wars: Coruscant Nights III: Patterns of Force (Page 174 and 175)

In an instant to brief to measure, he saw what Lanarth saw―the cloaked figure atop the overhang, lightsaber drawn, preparing to plunge it downward through the duracrete into the top of his head. His reaction was instantaneous: he dodged sideways, shoving his own weapon up through the ledge and raking it sideways with a strength borne of desperation. It parted the duracrete as if it were a dense, heavy liquid. There was an answering shriek of agony from above him.

Star Wars: Coruscant Nights III: Patterns of Force (Page 220)

Jax took two long strides to the desk and slammed both hands down in the center of its braud, vivid surface, scattering flimsies, tablets, and writing utensils. A statuette of a Dathomirian warrior toppled and rolled of the desk and onto the floor, hitting the carpet with a solid thunk!

Star Wars: The Last Jedi (Page 258)

Telekinesis:

The Hutt's "business associates" cleared leather almost simultaneously, no doubt anticipating an easy kill. But their confidence vanished a moment latter, along with their weapons, as Jax made two small, almost negligible gestures. The blasters leapt from the bullyboys' grips and across two meters of air to smack solidly into his own hands. His expression still calm.

"Just like a bunch of muscle-bound spiceheads," He said. "Using blasters against the Force."

―Star Wars: Coruscant Nights I: Jedi Twilight (Page 30)

He crossed the last meter of the floor and jumped, hoping Rosta had remembered that they were on the third floor. He used the Force to partially levitate, slowing his fall to a gentle landing, and looked around.

Star Wars: Coruscant Nights I: Jedi Twilight (Page 79)

As if operated by some unknown puppeteer, his right hand shot out, palm forward. Xizor was hurled back as if hit by a repulsor beam, to slam against the wall three meters away.

Star Wars: Coruscant Nights I: Jedi Twilight (Page 318)

Jax dropped the weapon and extended both hands, palms-out, in a Force strike that hurled three of the stormtroopers back against a wall.

Star Wars: Coruscant Nights II: Street of Shadows (Page 11)

Here Vader has just taken a substance called bota that is supposed to increase Force wielders power to near god-like levels. But the bota also made Vader's power unstable so he is unwillingly flinging random blasts of power all over the place. These are not focused strikes.

He had not time to be stunned. He struggled to parry the random blasts, but Vader's instability was roiling the Force so badly, a few blast got though. One was enough to crush the third Inquisitor.

Star Wars: Coruscant Nights III: Patterns of Force (Page 275)

Her partner drew her weapon. Jax made a swiping gesture, and the blaster spun away over the banister into the room below. The Zabrak woman went for her weapon next―Jax's clenching fist caused the Force to twist it into an unrecognizable lump.

She flung the useless thing aside and lunged at him. He answered with a Force thrust powerful enough to launch her four meters down the corridor.

Star Wars: The Last Jedi (Page 280)

He thrust one hand, stiff-armed, at the door. It ripped from its hinges, blowing inward in a rain of wood dust and plaster.

Star Wars: The Last Jedi (Page 280)

One gesture tore the tapestry from the wall and flung it into a corner; another shoved the inner door aside, making its machinery scream.

Star Wars: The Last Jedi (Page 280)

Then he whipped around, free-hand extended, generating Force thrust that swept every surface in the room, reacting a storm of flying objects. The hail of glass, metal, and wood pelted the guards who were even now rushing in through the unblocked office door.

Star Wars: The Last Jedi (Page 284)

Jax spun, thrusting with both hands. The barred window exploded outward over the street below, taking a large chunk of the wall with it.

Star Wars: The Last Jedi (Pages 284-285)

“No!”

The roar of fear and rage hit Tesla’s ears at the same time the emotions behind it struck his consciousness. An accompanying wave of Force power slammed into him and blew him heels-over-head down the corridor. As he surged to his feet, he heard the sizzle of a lightsaber activating, saw the clear aqua beam of light, and knew that the approaching blur must be a Jedi—must be, in fact, Jax Pavan.

— Star Wars: The Last Jedi

The unexpected sight was enough to break Vader’s concentration. The blast of Force energy that Jax then unleashed sent the Dark Lord staggering back, one, two, three steps.

—Star Wars: The Last Jedi

“Oh, but I’m not.”

Jax Force-grabbed the first thing he could find—a discarded length of shielding from a nearby shuttle under repair—and flung it at the Dark Lord. When Vader whirled out of its way, Jax followed it by wrenching the entire shuttle off its repair struts and tumbling it onto the Sith.

—Star Wars: The Last Jedi

Using the Force, Jax ripped the thick durasteel grating up and flung it back on its groaning hinges.

—Star Wars: The Last Jedi

He(Jax) pelted his adversary with small objects—anything that wasn’t bolted down, and a few things that were. Vader parried them with his lightsaber, slicing everything that came at him into shards of slag. He answered by treating Jax to the same rain of metal.

—Star Wars: The Last Jedi

Telepathy:

He continued to use the Force to aid his survival in subtle ways, from winning credits by manipulating sabacc games to "suggesting" that local street vendors and restaurants supply him with food.

Star Wars: Coruscant Nights I: Jedi Twilight (Page 33)

"Please announce Jedi Jax Pavan and Paladin Lanarth Tarak," He said. Though he was looking straight ahead he could feel her wariness. He touched her mind subtly with the Force, reassuring her without words.

Star Wars: Coruscant Nights I: Jedi Twilight (Page 130)

"Its best if we all go our own ways," He said in a soothing tone while he made the mesmerizing gestures of the mental snare that had so often gotten him out of ticklish situations since the destruction of the Jedi Order.

Star Wars: Coruscant Nights I: Jedi Twilight (Page 195)

Jax felt Kaj's presence on the other side of the door to his room, felt the chill spikes of his sudden fear. He spilt his attention, sending the youth calming thoughts.

Star Wars: Coruscant Nights III: Patterns of Force (Page 104)

Jax wished he would just go away, but he refused to use the Force for such a petty manipulation.

Star Wars: Coruscant Nights III: Patterns of Force (Page 147)

Jax met the question with the most subtle tendril of the Force possible.

"I've been on this duty for months. I carry the most important dispatches. You've seen me here before."

The man looked up into Jax's eyes and frowned. "Wait, I know you. I've seen you here before."

Star Wars: The Last Jedi (Page 128)

He chose several other points of enlightenment a treatise on healing, acquired from Jedi long dead, another on the sort of Force cloaking he'd stumbled upon while meditating on the Miisai tree, another by an ancient Jedi Master on the nature of the Force, another on Force communications, yet another on something Darth Ramage called "tunneling", which allowed the Force user to so tightly that he touched nothing but the target of his focus.

―Star Wars: The Last Jedi (Page 378)

“A word with you,” Jax said, and stepped through the door and around behind the Inquisitor—an Elomin. He raised a hand as the other man turned, touching his fingers to one bony temple.

Caught completely unawares by the psychic jolt, the Inquisitor folded up like an emptied sack and dropped to the floor.

—Star Wars: The Last Jedi

Time Manipulation:

He saw time not as a stream, but as a vast ocean teeming with myriad currents. On its deceptively placid surface, islands bobbed. The first thing that he understood about the islands is that they were not all alike. Some extended their roots to the floor of the ocean; some floated freely. There were fixed pointsnexusesand floating points that drifted about them.

The second thing he understood about these "islands" is that they did not march in a straight line. Indeed, they were not all even held by the same currents. How, then, did one move them or move among them?

Islands move not, unless the currents move them.

The assertion―embedded in his knew knowledge brought Jax up short. It had the texture of one of Aoloiloa's mystical pronunciations.

The moment the thought flickered through his mind, Jax knew with horrible certainty that Darth Ramage's knowledge of time manipulation had come at the expense of Cephalon lives and minds. Hundreds, if not thousands of them.

Separation destroys us.

He could feel the echoes of agony in the interstices between visualization and articulation. Darth Ramage had ripped this perception of time in its extended dimensions from the minds of Cephalon victims, but in doing so, he had cut them off from their network of joint consciousness, leaving the individuals horrifically alone, isolated in the vast temporal sea.

Aoloiloa must known seen this. Had he foreseen that knowledge would be useful to Jax? Or had he forseen something else someone else that much information might be useful to?

If Jax, in possession of this knowledge, fell into Darth Vader's hands into the Emperor's hands what then?

Jax pulled his consciousness away from the knowledge but it was to late, of course. It was fixed in him like a red, hot star. He closed his eyes and the library vanished.

Star Wars: The Last Jedi (Pages 379-380)

She entered the chamber and turned to face the Jedi.

"Was that teleportation?"

He shook his head. "No. Projection. That was one of the things Darth Ramage was experimenting withusing a Force projection to make it seem that he was somewhere he was not. Which, I suppose, opens up all kinds of new possibilities about the stories of his demise."

"So you were in here, projecting the version of you that came out to speak to me. But you didn't seem to hear what I said to you. You didn't answer my question."

"I didn't hear your question, Magash, because I wasn't in here projecting that at the same time as you were seeing it. I wa speaking to Mother Djo."

Magash felt as if there were wool in her head. "I don't understand."

"It was an autonomous projection. I preprogrammed it, I guess you could say, to do exactly what it did. Beyond that..." He shook his headwearily, Magash thought.

"But still, wouldn't it have required you to be projecting while I was seeing it?"

"No, because of something else Darth Ramage was experimenting with: time manipulation."

—Star Wars: The Last Jedi

Jax was wary of reaching out through the Force so close to Vader and his nest of Inquisitors, but he was hopeful that if he “tunneled,” as Darth Ramage had called it—focused so tightly on a particular energy that he glided past all others—he might go undetected. The chief drawback of the discipline was that it kept the practitioner from being aware of any energies other than the one targeted. In seeking one Force-user, he might miss the presence of another.

For Jax, that was an acceptable risk. He knew there were Inquisitors on the station—suspected that Vader might even be here—though making absolutely sure would cause him to reveal himself.

What his tunneling told him as he sat in stillness aboard the starfighter-cum-courier was that Thi Xon Yimmon was no longer surrounded by sensor-confounding equipment. They had moved him. And, Jax realized as he felt the Cerean’s patterns of consciousness alter inexplicably, they had drugged him.

Pursuant to what?

It didn’t matter. Jax could wait no longer to move.

—Star Wars: The Last Jedi

He stilled himself further, reaching for the knowledge he’d assimilated from the Sith Holocron. It continued to appear in his mind’s eye as a “library” containing a collection ofbooks. Now he opened the Book of Time, plotted an angle of approach—the “southern hemisphere” that could be accessed from the commercial docks made the most sense—and felt of the local time currents.

Then, with the pyronium nugget suspended before him in a field of Force energy, he considered what a berserker Jedi might do to rescue a friend.

—Star Wars: The Last Jedi

The things he knew about time currents alone should give him an advantage over the Sith Lord. Vader could have no idea what Jax was capable of. The local time currents were manipulable. Maybe just manipulable enough to confuse his adversary.

Maybe.

For a moment, Jax stood on the edge of a precipice. If he could destroy Darth Vader—even if he sacrificed his own life in doing it—it would be worth it. Vader’s death would serve to inspire more people to resist the Emperor’s will. More important, it would deprive Palpatine of his greatest weapon … and it would avenge the destruction of the Jedi Order, the deaths of so many brilliant Force-users.

— Star Wars: The Last Jedi

With a supreme effort of will, the Jedi felt the local time currents around him, stirred them to eddies, then dropped and rolled beneath the fuselage of a small shuttle that lay between him and the Aethersprite.

Vader’s next barrage of ordnance was aimed at where Jax had been, not where he had gone.

Jax shot to his feet and pelted toward the Jedi starfighter where it lay tucked behind its Imperial look-alike. He was panting with the effort now, drained by the effort it took to harness so much energy.

—Star Wars: The Last Jedi

Force Illusions/Projections:

When the ship overflew his position, Jax tried his hand at Force projection: a swiftly spinning chunk of ice and rock the size of a long-range shuttle seemed to ricochet out of the orbit of the larger asteroid field and tumble into the corvette’s path, causing its helmsman to brake tens of kilometers early.

Pacing the corvette, Jax brought the Aethersprite into contact with the keel of the Imperial ship so gently that he doubted the contact had even registered on the ship’s systems. A moment later the larger vessel raised its shields, enfolding Jax within them as it dived into the asteroid field.

Perfect. Now even the most sophisticated sensors would read the energy profile of his ship as part of the output of the corvette. The trick now was getting onto the station.

—Star Wars: The Last Jedi

The corvette wouldn’t enter the space docks—it was too large. It would use a refueling rig flown from the station to replenish its fuel. Any personnel and cargo that needed to be off-loaded would make use of shuttles to enter the docking bays.

That was where things got tricky. Entering one of the station’s docking areas Force-cloaked was out of the question. Shuttles docked close enough to one another that one of them would be almost certain to collide with him if he seemed to be an empty space. The only possibility was another application of Force projection. A more prodigious one this time: the Delta-7 had to pretend to be a docking shuttle or courier vessel.

And so it did. When the Imperial corvette’s shuttles left for the station, there was an additional courier in their number that was directed to a diplomatic bay in the northeastern hemisphere of the station’s Imperial sector. It landed stem to stern with another courier, docking in the other vessel’s shadow, just within the docking bay’s perimeter force shield.

It was, as far as the Imperial operatives in the area were concerned, unremarkable in every way.

—Star Wars: The Last Jedi

Up in the northern Imperial docking ring, in the bays reserved for small craft, a courier vessel opened her outer hatch and extended her landing ramp. An officer descended and made his way to the portal that led into the Imperial facility proper. He moved with purposeful stride into the interior, passing other officers, a handful of technicians, a group of stormtroopers. Other than saluting superior officers, he interacted with no one.

In fact, Jax had no idea what he would do if someone decided to stop him. After setting up his decoy, he had used the pyronium to power the Aethersprite’s disguise. This meant the illusion was, to all intents and purposes, eternal, but it also meant that he didn’t have the pyronium with him to extend his use of the Force. With it, perhaps he would be Darth Vader’s equal; without it, he could only hope that something he had assimilated from the Holocron would give him some small advantage, however fleeting.

—Star Wars: The Last Jedi

He shook the dire thought away. He’d made the decision that keeping the Delta-7 cloaked was of paramount importance since it removed a potentially disastrous random variable—the sudden discovery of a Jedi vessel in an Imperial facility—and held open his only avenue of escape.

The projection of himself as an Imperial officer, while effective, was difficult to maintain, given that he also had to tunnel to keep himself focused on Yimmon. He needed a different means of cloaking himself, one that would leave him free to employ the tools Darth Ramage’s Holocron had given him.

—Star Wars: The Last Jedi

He was peripherally aware of the response to his decoy, felt the shift of attention to the part of the station where he had set his illusory doppelgänger to show itself—fleetingly—to surveillance equipment, before fading to nothing. While his “ghost” would seem to be coming up from the freight bays adjacent to the commercial sector toward the detention area, meanwhile the real Jax would arrive from the small-craft bays higher up on the northern hemisphere—almost the opposite direction. And he was targeting the medbay two levels below the lockup.

—Star Wars: The Last Jedi

"This is impossible,” Tesla said. “You’re … you can’t be here. You’re—”

“Dead?” the Jedi asked, then shook his head. “Sorry, no.”

“You were up on the detention level.”

“No.” Pavan’s face lit in a slow smile. “He was.”

Tesla shifted his eyes momentarily to where the Jedi pointed. A second Jax Pavan—identical to the first—stood in the intersection of two corridors, lightsaber gleaming in his hand. The instant of distraction was enough; when Tesla turned back, the real Jedi was mere paces away, his lightsaber already in deadly motion.

—Star Wars: The Last Jedi

Making his way back toward the medbay, Jax paused long enough to throw two more Force projections along his back trail to mislead the body of pursuers he could sense below and before him. Trying the same trick on Darth Vader would be fruitless—Vader had sensed him through the Force now, and there was nowhere to hide.

—Star Wars: The Last Jedi

Jax took a deep breath, steadied himself … then whipped around to face the turbolift. The doors slid open and Darth Vader stepped out into the corridor, turning his insectoid gaze on Jax.The Inquisitor reacted by deactivating his blade, bowing his head, and backing hastily away.

That was all the time Jax needed. He gave the projection of Darth Vader a final surge of the Force, enough to hold it together a moment longer as he turned, vaulted over the stormtroopers, and raced away down the corridor.

—Star Wars: The Last Jedi

Jax flicked a glance at the lift doors to his extreme right. The doors parted, revealing Thi Xon Yimmon and Den Dhur. Yimmon leaned against the wall of the lift; Den, looking horror-struck, supported him.

“I’m that transparent, am I?” he asked Vader.

“Perhaps not, but your illusions are. You neglected to give them life signs.” The Dark Lord swept a hand back at “Yimmon” and “Den”—still standing in the open turbolift—as if to dismiss Jax’s careful mirage. They blurred about the edges, but did not evaporate. That Vader had expected them to do so was evident only in the slightest halting of his step, the sudden tilt of his helmeted head, the twitch of his gloved fingers.

—Star Wars: The Last Jedi

Jax quashed the bubble of elation that bloomed in his heart at having thwarted the DarkLord’s expectations. He held the projections long enough to make the point that he could, then dropped them. The images of the Sullustan and the Cerean vanished like smoke.

—Star Wars: The Last Jedi

He dashed past crewmates, stormtroopers, and officers, knowing they saw him as one of their own—an anonymous grease monkey hurrying about his assigned tasks. He hesitated when a trio of Inquisitors stepped out of a lift ahead....

—Star Wars: The Last Jedi

Force Cloak/Concealment:

He had discovered on his own the ability to wrap his Force signature in the energies and colors of disguise. Now he wished he know how to take that principle further. Was it a form of psychometry, perhaps?

When he had touched the inquisitor, Tesla, he had first imagined himself passing through the miisai tree, wrapping the ribbons of its life force around him, clothing himself in them- or perhaps mimicking them. He honestly wasn't sure which - if either - was the reality. He knee only that he had projected something "other" into the station - something that was not entirely Jax Pavan.

—Star Wars: The Last Jedi(page 248)

When he closed his eyes, he could still see it as a locus of diffuse light and heat...a Force signature.

Balancing the holocron on his palm, he stretched out his energies with more confidence - long, trailing ribbons of the Force wove through the ambience generated by Ramage's device and sought their goal.

—Star Wars: The Last Jedi(page 311)

He secreted the Sigh holocron in the deep pocket of his surcoat, calling on his memory of the missai tree to help him create a Force veil to dampen the artifact's signature.

—Star Wars: The Last Jedi(page336)

The mechanical part of the plan was the hardest in some ways. Having ascertained that an Imperial corvette was entering the Bothan system and making for Kantaros Station, Jax traced its path and placed his Force-cloaked vessel directly in it.

—Star Wars: The Last Jedi

“He already knows,” Jax said grimly. “Which means he’s going to be casting around for me. I’ve managed to blur my Force signature, but it won’t take him long to figure it out. He’s too powerful. We need to get Yimmon out of here now.”

—Star Wars: The Last Jedi

Force Scream:

In the moment the door of his quarters hissed shut behind him, the ravenous need swarmed, swamped him, roared to be free. He let it, giving vent to a wild scream of alien passion. The room around him exploded in a cyclonic whorl of motion, sound, and violence. Whatever was not fixed to the decking or walls came loose, blown to the upper bulkhead. Whatever was fixed followed mere seconds later.

As swiftly swiftly as it had come, the tidal wave of emotions surged out again, leaving Jax empty in the center of his ruined cabin.

—Star Wars: The Last Jedi(page 286

Precognition:

As usual the Force was at keast three seconds ahead of the moment, warning Jax in time for him to spin his energy blade.

Star Wars: Coruscant Nights I: Jedi Twilight (Page 78)

In mid-leap he'd reach for the Force, confident that through it he'd be granted a few seconds prescience-enough to easily deflect what ever came his way

Star Wars: Coruscant Nights I: Jedi Twilight (Page 195)

Oneness:

He nodded. But as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt the Force surge within him, higher and stronger than he had ever felt it before. It was as if those threads which some believed vibrated throughout all of time and space, forming the very fabric of reality itself, had suddenly seized him and lifted him, almost instantaneously, above- no, outside the world that he knew, and carried him to some metaphysical vantage point. For one timeless moment, Jax beheld the spectacular galactic whirlpool itself, which simultaneously being connected, somehow, to each and every being within it.

It lasted a millisecond; it lasted an eternity. Then, just as abruptly, he was back.

—Star Wars: Coruscant Nights III: Patterns of Force(page 287)

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Conclusion:

Jax Pavan is a talented duelist with knowledge of all of the seven forms, with it he held his ground against the infamous and powerful characters such as Aurra Sing and of course, the incredibly powerful, Darth Vader. Jax is a well rounded character, unlike most characters. Jax has an incredible array of Force Powers, both basic and unique. He has showcased his great talent with Time Manipulation and in a short time he managed to create several powerful Force Illusions. a truly powerful character indeed. Balanced, talented, powerful and unique. These are only a few reasons to respect, The Last Jedi.

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Siri Tachi Respect Thread.

Welcome to the largest collection of Siri Tachi feats and accolades: Respect Siri tachi

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Accolades

"He[Bruck Chun] knew I was a better fighter than he was. So does the rest of the class."

—Jedi Apprentice: The Captive Temple(Siri Tachi)

Adi[Adi Gallia] had only recently taken Siri as her Padawan. She had chosen Siri because of the girl's extraordinary promise.

—Jedi Apprentice: The Fight for Truth

Now Siri was proving her value, showing up a more experienced Padawan — Obi-Wan.

—Jedi Apprentice; The Fight for Truth

Skilled, graceful fighter, she was single-minded in her purpose. Every particle of her being was focused on victory. It made her one of the best lightsaber fighters in the Temple. Even though she was eleven — two years younger than Obi-Wan — she had fought in his classes.

—Jedi Apprentice: The Fight for Truth

Siri was a tough fighter and faced danger without ruffling a hair.

—Jedi Apprentice: The Dangerous Rescue

The relations between the two Padawans could be bumpy, but he could not ask for a better team to rescue Qui-Gon.

—Jedi Apprentice: The Dangerous Rescue

She(Siri) was more used to the training rooms at the Temple, where she had usually been the winner. When she had lost, she had bowed to her opponent with grace. Then she beat them in the next encounter.

—Jedi Apprentice: The Dangerous Rescue

"I left the Jedi for good," Siri said. There was no trace of begging in her voice. "I have been your loyal associate, Krayn."

"Yes, the best I ever had," Krayn said sadly.

—Jedi Quest: Path to Truth

"The Jedi have destroyed Teda's army," Mace said. "Would you like us to do the same to yours?"

—Jedi Quest: The Changing of the Guard

Siri had been so right. He(Obi-Wan) had things to learn from her that went beyond a new fighting stance.

—Star Wars: Secrets of the Jedi

"Yes. You're more beautiful." The words left Obi-Wan before he could stop them. "And smarter, and stronger."

—Star Wars: Secrets of the Jedi

"Siri Tachi. Obi-Wan Kenobi. Soara Antana. Yoda himself." Ferus didn't know if Malorum could hear him, but he felt the names of his teachers resonate inside him like a powerful chant. "You don't know what the best is."

—The Last of the Jedi: Death on Naboo(Ferus Olin to Grand Inquisitor Malorum)

Combat Skill

Because of her being constantly referred to as "Athletic, focused, graceful and aggressive" Siri Tachi is an obvious practitioner of Form IV, Ataru. Because her Jedi Master, Adi Gallia. Was a practitioner of Form V's Shien variation and of course, Siri's own proficiency at blaster redirection, i believe we would be correct to assume that Siri herself had some knowledge of Shien. It should also be noted that Siri seems to have a very intimate knowledge of Form VII's Juyo variation and explained it in detail to her apprentice, Ferus Olin. Despite that. I believe that Siri's main forms consists of Ataru. And Shien, with the latter acting as her "defense" against blaster fire and the former acting as her offense. Now let's move on.

Siri learned much from Master Adi. Her lightsaber technique was extremely skilled, a fighting highly athletic and yet very focused.

—Star Wars: Databanks(Siri Tachi)

Despite Being two years younger than both Bruck Chun and Tiny-Wan, Siri advanced quickly in her classes and Obi-Wan considers her a worthy opponent.

Siri was two years younger than Obi-Wan, but her abilities had landed her in Obi-Wan and Bruck's lightsaber class. She had been a worthy opponent. Obi-Wan considered her style athletic and highly focused. Unlike other students, she never got distracted during a duel by emotions such as anger or fear, and she never involved herself in petty rivalries.

—Jedi Apprentice: The Captive Temple

Bruck - an advanced Student, tried to mimic Siri's style. Siri is also considered by her peers to be superior to Bruck Chun.

"I wasn't a friend of Bruck's. He just used to hang around, trying to copy my lightsaber moves. He knew I was a better fighter than he was. So does the rest of the class."

—Jedi Apprentice: The Captive Temple(Siri Tachi)

Here, Siri and Obi-Wan engage in a training exercise while blindfolded, relying mostly on the force and instincts. Though they both fail the exercise.

The darkness was total. Not even a hint of light penetrated the hood.

Sound was muffled. Obi-Wan Kenobi balanced on his feet, kept his lightsaber in a defensive position, and concentrated. Without sight or clear sound, he had to rely completely on the Force.

He moved to the left, whirled, and struck with his lightsaber. It slashed through empty air. Yet he knew he'd been close.

Off to his right, he heard a buzzing sound, and the clatter of metal hitting the floor.

"Point, Siri," Obi-Wan's Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, said quietly.

Obi-Wan felt a trickle of sweat move down his neck. The hood was hot from his warm breath. He gripped his lightsaber harder. His opponent in this training exercise was Siri, another Jedi apprentice. She had already destroyed two seeker droids. He hadn't felled one.

"Remember your purpose, Obi-Wan."

He heard Qui-Gon's steady counsel. Even though Qui-Gon couldn't see his Padawan's face, he knew that Obi-Wan had lost his focus. The purpose of the exercise, Obi-Wan knew, was cooperation. It did not matter how many seeker droids he destroyed or how many were taken down by Siri. They would be judged on how they worked together. They would have to read each other's intentions through movement, instinct, and the Force. They would have to be generous, reaching out to each other to reveal their intentions.

But how could he reach out to someone who fought only for herself?

Siri focused on the enemy and ignored Obi-Wan. A skilled, graceful fighter, she was single-minded in her purpose. Every particle of her being was focused on victory. It made her one of the best lightsaber fighters in the Temple. Even though she was eleven — two years younger than Obi-Wan — she had fought in his classes.

Faintly, he heard Siri's soft footsteps behind him, and heard her foot slide as she lunged. Another buzz, another clatter of metal.

"Good footwork, Siri," Adi Gallia called.

Obi-Wan gritted his teeth. Adi had only recently taken Siri as her Padawan. She had chosen Siri because of the girl's extraordinary promise.

Now Siri was proving her value, showing up a more experienced Padawan — Obi-Wan.

Frustration and irritation surged inside him, driving out his connection to the Force. Obi-Wan listened intently for the slight stir in the air that the seeker droid caused. He heard the sound, whirled to his left, and collided with Siri.

"Opposite corners," Adi rapped out. "Begin again."

Obi-Wan moved back to his corner. He rubbed his palm along his tunic.

His hands were perspiring, and his lightsaber almost slipped. Dropping it while fighting alongside Siri would be humiliating.

He wished he had Qui-Gon's patience. He still had so much to learn. Try as he might, he could not penetrate Siri's devotion to the exercise. It was her battle, her challenge. There was no room for him.

They started forward again. Obi-Wan moved slowly, reaching out to the Force to tell him where the seeker droids were flying. He heard another clang as a seeker droid hit the floor.

"Trust your partner as well as the Force," Adi called. "Aggression and competitiveness have no place in this exercise."

Obi-Wan felt Siri move slightly nearer to him.

Yet he still felt nothing from her. Another seeker droid hit the floor, and Obi-Wan's irritation crested and drove out his caution. He reached out, ignoring Siri.

Buzz, clang! A seeker droid hit the floor as he dropped to one knee and made a horizontal sweep. He rolled to his left, then swung upward. Clang!

Another droid hit the floor. Why should he wait for Siri's cooperation while she destroyed all the droids herself? He would look like a fool.

Obi-Wan twisted, lunged, and attacked again. He heard Siri's breathing and the whisper of her quick footwork as she did the same. Within minutes, the two of them had destroyed every seeker droid in the room.

Obi-Wan felt a glow of satisfaction as he removed his hood. They had defeated their opponents in record time. Siri threw back her hood and pushed her golden hair behind her ears. Her vivid blue eyes blazed with satisfaction. They bowed to each other, then turned to face their Masters.

"You have both failed the exercise," Qui-Gon said sternly.

—Jedi Apprentice: The Fight for Truth

Here, Siri and Obi-Wan work in together to protect their friend, Davi, and the force sensitive child, Olana, against blaster fire, moving in blurs and displaying talent with ambidexterity. They are eventually cornered by several troopers and then rescued.

Surprised, the Guides fumbled for their weapons. Obi-Wan and Siri activated their lightsabers. They glowed in the dim hallway, and the Guides stopped momentarily, even more surprised. They had never seen lightsabers before.

"Stay behind us, Davi," Obi-Wan ordered.

He and Siri moved forward. This time he knew she would not fight for herself. She would fight with him, for all of them.

Blaster fire pinged around them, and their lightsabers met it, a blur of speed and motion. They covered each other and leaped high, dropped to one knee, reversed direction, changed hands, all without pausing. Protecting O-Lana and Davi was their only objective.

An alert sounded. One of the Guides must have activated it. The halls rang with a clanging alarm. Obi-Wan heard footsteps pound behind them. Soon they would be surrounded.

This way," he called. He pushed Davi and 0-Lana gently down an adjacent corridor.

The Guides followed, a mass of bodies in chromasheath armor, blasters firing. The small missiles fired by the beam tubes thudded into the walls around them. The air began to fill with smoke.

Obi-Wan and Siri pressed on. They could see the exit ahead. But Obi-Wan didn't know whether they could protect Davi and 0-Lana, continue to fight the Guides, and activate the ramp. It would take time to figure out how the ramp was operated. There was most likely some sort of key or code. Their backs would be against a wall. Siri glanced over at him, and he knew she had thought of the same problems ahead.

More Guides suddenly appeared, running down an adjacent corridor.

Obi-Wan felt sweat trickle down his back as he deflected a sudden burst of blaster fire. Would the battle end here? Would they have to surrender in order to save 0-Lana and Davi?

Just then he heard a whirr and a clicking sound. The door slid open. A ramp shot up to the surface and fresh air flooded the hall. A split second later, Qui-Gon and Adi raced down the ramp, their lightsabers activated.

With one quick glance they took in the situation, then leaped into the fray.

The Security Guides had gained confidence as their numbers increased.

But four Jedi were too much for them. Their blaster fire was deflected back relentlessly. They had to keep diving to the floor or ducking behind carts to avoid it.

Finally, they simply dropped their weapons and ran.

—Jedi Apprentice: The Fight for Truth

He deftly attacked, slashing through the metal bodies of the droids while Siri whirled and dived, her lightsaber a blur. The young girl's footwork was impeccable.

—Jedi Apprentice: The Dangerous Rescue

Siri, Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon Jinn and Adi Gallia work together and effectively blitz a group of guard droids. ending in the clash "seconds"

The guard droids wheeled around the corner, blasters held high. The Jedi charged as one spinning block, lightsabers in constant motion. Qui-Gon took out two droids with one stroke. Adi flipped over the group and attacked from behind. Siri went down on one knee and came up with a mighty swing that knocked one droid over and cut the other in two. Obi-Wan went for the droids on Qui-Gon's left side, slicing the top off of one droid and burying his lightsaber in the control panel of the other.

In just seconds, it was over.

—Jedi Apprentice: The Dangerous Rescue.

Siri, Adi, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan Kenobi move their sabers in blurs, then procceed to become a blur of pure movement whilst combating the droids, what's more. The Jedi accelerate their speed after moving as blurs of movement, this would suggest that Gallia, Kenobi and Tachi are moving at an incredible speed rate.

Blaster fire erupted in a flash around the Jedi.

Only the group immediately around them realized what was happening.

The partygoers on the lawn thought the flash was part of the celebrations.

They applauded as the Jedi began to spin, their lightsabers a blur.

Musicians played nearby, and the people turned toward the music.

Obi-Wan thought of the many children surrounding them. His primary objective was to contain the battle so that they would not be injured by stray blaster fire. He knew the others had the same thought.

The droids stayed in formation, wheeling to attack and then regrouping. Uta S'orn slipped off her seat of honor and disappeared into the crowd.

The Jedi did not need to confer on strategy. Along with protecting the Belascans in the garden, they had to get to Uta S'orn's quarters. They formed a tight circle to deflect the blaster fire and attack the royal droids. As they fought, they moved steadily forward, fanning out to break the strict formation of the guards.

"Cover me," Qui-Gon said tersely.

Adi, Siri, and Obi-Wan stepped up the attack. They were a blur of movement now, moving together, covering one another and then reversing to deliver a furious attack on the droids.

Obi-Wan reached out to Adi and Siri, catching the rhythm of their battle strategy. Adi relied on Siri's quick footwork and gymnastic leaps.

Siri depended on Adi's dazzling lightsaber action. Together, they were an amazing pair.

But even as they littered the grounds with broken droids, more arrived in what seemed to be a never-ending stream. They poured out of the palace guard room, blaster rifles pointed at the Jedi.

Fighting battle droids had its own challenges. Their weakness was the same as their strength: They did not think. They responded to stimulus.

They saw beings as targets to be destroyed. Their complicated wiring could be compromised by one good blow. Yet their accuracy was impeccable.

Even as he fought, Obi-Wan kept in mind that Qui-Gon had run into the palace alone. He would meet Ona Nobis there. He remembered with alarm how Qui-Gon had not been able to clear the fence earlier. Qui-Gon needed backup.

He knew Adi was thinking the same thing. Without a word or a glance, they accelerated their drive with a furious series of volleys. They pushed forward until they were at the entrance to the palace.

Obi-Wan launched a quick reversal, sweeping up with his lightsaber, then leaping and twisting in midair to come down behind the droids. He attacked from behind, leveling four with two blows. Meanwhile, Adi and Siri slipped inside the palace. Obi-Wan leaped again, this time landing on the threshold of the entrance. With a backward kick that sent a droid flying, he raced inside.

The palace was dim after the blazing lights of the festival outside.

Obi-Wan sensed rather than saw movement. Adi and Siri were heading up a grand staircase.

"This way," Adi called to him as she ran.

Obi-Wan started for the stairs. Suddenly, blaster fire erupted near him. Chips of stone flew from the step where his foot had been. He turned to attack, but his balance was slightly off. He knew his countermove would be clumsy.

He saw a blur near his shoulder. Siri had leaped from the top stair.

She twisted in midair, holding her lightsaber high. As she came down, she sliced off the head of a royal guard droid.

"Thanks," Obi-Wan said.

"Anytime."

—Jedi Apprentice: The Dangerous Rescue

Siri combats the infamous Bounty hunter, Ona Norbis, who had outwitted and fought against Qui-Gon Jinn and held her own against Obi-Wan. Here, Siri fights her-presumably for a respectable stint. But she is unable to beat her. Obi-Wan comes to rescue and the two work together to drive the Bounty hunter back.

He saw the pale violet glow of Siri's lightsaber. Her back was to the roof wall. Ona Nobis had her cornered. The laser whip wrapped around Siri's lightsaber, nearly wrenching it from her grasp. Siri placed her other hand on the hilt and held on, but she stumbled. Ona Nobis withdrew the blaster from the holster strapped to her thigh.

Obi-Wan charged, even as he reached out a hand to direct the Force.

He could not count on his ability to move objects. But the Force surged this time, knocking the blaster from Ona Nobis's hand and sending her staggering slightly from surprise.

Obi-Wan did not stop, but leaped and twisted in order to come at Nobis from her other side, leaving Siri free to regroup.

The whip furled and his lightsaber hit it with a sizzle. Smoke curled upward. He twisted the lightsaber to release it. Ona Nobis reached for her second blaster.

Siri gripped her lightsaber and advanced. Sweat soaked her hair and tunic. Grimly she swung at Ona Nobis but the bounty hunter twisted away.

"Come on, children," Ona Nobis spoke at last. She bared her teeth.

"You can do better."

Obi-Wan catapulted forward. He worked in tandem with Siri now, the two of them flanking the bounty hunter. This time when she furled her whip he leaped high to meet it, corkscrewing his lightsaber around and around so that the whip would tangle momentarily. He knew that Siri would take the opportunity to attack.

Blaster fire pinged next to him. It was very close. He hung in the air, holding on to the whip, every muscle straining.

She tried to twist the whip out of his grasp. Her strength was extraordinary. He felt his wrist wrench and he began to fall. The whip spiraled out, free again. He used his fall to twist one more time and surprise her with a roundhouse kick. Her second blaster flew from her hand and she let out a howl of rage.

Siri bounded forward to join him as he landed. Now they had her cornered. She restored the whip to normal mode and sent it flying high to wrap around a drainpipe nearby.

He saw that she meant to escape. She never stayed if she felt she was losing. She pulled herself up and over Obi-Wan and Siri, using the whip to propel herself high above their heads. For a moment her body hung motionless in the dark night sky.

She was holding on with one hand. What was she doing with the other?

"Siri, watch out!" Obi-Wan cried, as a third blaster appeared in Ona Nobis's hand.

At that moment, Adi charged through the door to the roof. She leaped high, slashing at the bounty hunter's whip. She neatly sliced it in two.

—Jedi Apprentice: The Dangerous Rescue

Siri, Obi-Wan and Ry Gaul deal with a squad of droidekas with heavy armor shielding, the Jedi make short work of them and Siri displays her talent with Shien.

Fligh dived behind the sleep couch as the Jedi ignited their lightsabers. The droidekas unfurled and snapped into attack position, blaster bolts firing. Obi-Wan's lightsaber was an arc of moving light, deflecting the shower of blaster fire. Beside him Siri's lightsaber swung in a continuous arc of precise movement, with Siri's two-handed grip and her graceful footwork. Ry-Gaul did not move. He did not need to. His long arms were a blur in the air as his lightsaber shifted from hand to hand.

The three-legged droidekas were built for battle and close to invincible but these droidekas weren't shielded. Their heavy armor shells and volts of firepower as well as their maneuverability made them capable of cutting down opponents with fearsome efficiency.

It wasn't as though their power alarmed Obi-Wan. But he still was not especially pleased to see them. There were twelve of them, so he was glad to have Ry-Gaul and Siri by his side.

The air filled with smoke as the blaster bolts zinged, but the Jedi deflected them and struck blow after blow at the heavy armor plates on the droids. Because the doorway was narrow, the droidekas began firing through the wall itself, quickly tearing gaping holes in the structure. After a sweep from Siri's lightsaber, one droideka smoked and fell, and another, its legs gone, bobbled and spun until it crashed against a wall. Obi-Wan sliced a droideka in two and sent one piece flying over the sleep couch and crashing into the wall. Fligh shrieked as pieces of hot metal rained down on him.

Droidekas had control centers, not brains. They could not feel fear or apprehension. The amazing skill of the Jedi was lost on them. They continued to advance and fire, continued to evade by rolling themselves into balls and repositioning themselves to fire again. Time after time they attacked, and time after time the Jedi struck blow after blow until the harsh smoke and the heat caused Fligh to have a coughing fit. The Jedi did not react to the smoke. Their minds and bodies were focused on battle, and nothing else mattered but the moment. Suddenly all three Jedi exchanged a glance. They leaped back as the flimsy wall collapsed on the remaining droidekas. Ry-Gaul, Obi-Wan, and Siri finished the rest off, disabling them with lightsaber thrusts. At last the droidekas lay around them in pieces.

—Jedi Quest: The Dangerous Games

Here, working along side Obi-Wan, Ry-Gaul and the Legendary Soara Antana. Siri and her comrades push back a vicious assault on Korriban.

Obi-Wan quickly assessed the attack. The first and second lines were made up of dwarf spider droids and homing spider droids, skittering toward the Jedi with laser tracking devices sending thin blue lines bisecting the space between them. Behind the droids were the army troops, locals dressed in full plastoid armor with battlefield helmets. The sophistication of the force was surprising. Obi-Wan wondered why the Commerce Guild needed such an awesome security operation. The blaster fire from the spider droids was fast and accurate. They marched on spindly legs toward the Jedi. Obi-Wan and Siri moved forward, lightsabers moving like pinwheels of glowing light, cutting down the first droids who moved forward to engage them. They had fought together so many times that they had learned how to merge their styles. Siri was the flash, Obi-Wan the strategist. He set her up, and she closed the deal. He maneuvered, she struck. They moved faster than the droids could track, and, with Soara entering from the other side, they mowed down the first two lines easily.

Soara was a renowned fighter, and Obi-Wan always appreciated a chance to watch her technique. She was a fluid force, moving like wind and water. Each stroke of her lightsaber was calculated, yet there seemed to be no calculation in her style. There was only movement. She took out five droids with one steady arc, knocking off their heads and sending the metal clanging to the stone floor.

Smoke filled the air and drifted to the vast space above. Deflected blaster bolts shot back at the startled officers, who found it hard to hold their line. They soon realized that they were not dealing with straggly thieves with a few blasters in their belts. They grabbed blaster rifles off the holsters

strapped to their backs and fired. Two dozen of them advanced, while the third wave of droids moved in. Obi-Wan began to break into a sweat. He did not see the possibility of defeat, but the last thing he needed was to get clipped by blaster fire and have to deal with a wound while chasing Omega.

Then, from behind the officers, Ry-Gaul appeared out of the shadows. His silver-gray lightsaber hummed as he held it straight for a moment in front of him, gauging what he was up against. He moved quickly for his size, rather like Qui-Gon had, his grace surprising while his great strength never flagged.

The officers who turned to engage him couldn't get away fast enough. The remaining squad took one look at three Jedi to the front and one to the rear and began to retreat, firing as they did so.They let them go.

—Jedi Quest: The Final Showdown

Here, Siri Tachi and her fellow Padawan, Obi-Wan hold off a large group of heavily armed pirates. though the pirates do eventually leave them after capturing the boy named, Taly.

They felt the shock of the landing craft hitting the loading bay. They heard the pounding of boots. Many, many boots. They heard the clack clack clack of droids. Obi-Wan glanced at Siri. He saw the same knowledge in her eyes. They didn't have to see them. They were too many.

They raced forward. Surprise was their only ally. They burst through the doors, into the thick of it - row after row of heavily armed pirates. They were a mangy group, all species, all sizes. What they had in common was weaponry and greed. Their faces were painted in bright colors, their beltshung with trophies from their many captures. He had never seen such a collection of fierce, ugly beings.

The corridor filled with smoke as small rocket fire ripped holes in the walls and thudded into the floors. Metal peeled back like durasheets. Obi-Wan supposed that this was their warning shot, because the pirates didn't move.

A squat, powerful being walked forward. His thick black hair hung to his waist."What do we have here? Jedi? Ha! What luck! Do you know there's a bounty out for you?" But he wasn't looking at Siri and Obi-Wan. He was looking at Taly.

Siri sprang forward. She was all energy, like a pulsating beam of light. The pirates fired, blasters and blaster rifles, rockets and darts.She flowed and struck and moved and rolled and leaped. Fire singed her tunic and did not slow her down. Obi-Wan felt sweat dampen his back as he struck again and again, knocking droids down, evading the pirate fire, and always, always, keeping himself between the attacking troops and Taly. He was not tiring, not yet, but he could feel the hopelessness of the situation. Still, he had promised Taly not to surrender, and he would not. And then, suddenly, over the thud of rockets and ping of blaster fire, he heard a scream.

"No! Take me!" Taly ran through the fire. Amazingly, he was not hit. Coughing from the smoke, he yelled, "Take me, you cowards!"

"Taly, no!" Siri yelled.

"I can't let you die for me!" Taly called to them as a pirate swept him up and threw him back. The pirates roared as they tossed him like a toy, farther and farther back, to the end of the line. The last pirate holding Taly ran, while the others kept up a steady barrage at Siri and Obi-Wan.

Retreating, the pirates kept up the intense fire. Siri and Obi-Wan could not get to Taly. The pirates leaped onto the ship and took off into space with Taly, leaving Obi-Wan and Siri aboard a smoking, dying ship.

Star Wars: Secrets of the Jedi

Force Abilities

Force Augmentation/Speed/strength

"Let's run the course as fast as we can," Obi-Wan suggested. "The sooner our five scores are recorded, the more free time we'll have."

Obi-Wan and Siri ran easily side by side. Within seconds, they were ahead of the pack. They reached the first station, a narrow beam suspended several meters above the ground.

—Jedi Apprentice: The Fight for Truth

"Excuse me, Guide O-Bin." The soft-spoken girl named O-lris spoke up.

"V-Obi and O-Siri completed the course that fast. I saw them leap up on the durasteel wall."

"And I saw them navigate the twisting beam in only three seconds,"

another boy said. "No one has ever done that."

"They were already through the first lap while I was only a third through the first," someone else said.

—Jedi Apprentice: The Fight for Truth

The students lined up to follow. Many glanced at Obi-Wan and Siri, speculation in their eyes. Obi-Wan had not foreseen that their prowess on the rec course would gain them more attention.

Obviously, no one had ever run the course so fast.

—Jedi Apprentice: The Fight for Truth

"They say they are not of our world," 0-lris said. "You call them liars. Yet we saw how they ran the course. No one on Kegan has that kind of skill."

—Jedi Apprentice: The Fight for Truth

Blaster fire pinged around them[Obi-Wan and Siri], and their lightsabers met it, a blur of speed and motion.

—Jedi Apprentice: The Fight for Truth

Mind Trick

Anakin knew what was in her mind.

He felt the Force gather in the room. It was powerful, and he admired Siri's grasp of it. She turned her attention back to Aga Culpa and passed a hand in front of his face.

"Contact the Nar Shaddaa slave guards. if there is a revolt, order them to do nothing."

"I will order them to do nothing. I will contact the guards." Aga Culpa's voice was toneless, but the mind suggestion had worked. On such a weak will as Culpa's, it had been easy.

—Jedi Quest: Path to Truth

Lightsaber Throw

Anakin saw a sudden flash of blue. A lightsaber danced in the air and came down, slicing expertly through the thick slabs of stone. The movement was so fast that a tiny curl of smoke was the only evidence of the lightsaber's trail. The slabs dissolved into rocks and dust. The Phlog howled as one of the stone pieces fell on his foot.

"That should slow you down a minute." Jedi Knight Siri's tone was pleasant, but it rang with the shimmer of durasteel.

—Jedi Quest: The Dangerous Games

Telekinesis

In this fight, Siri, Obi-Wan, Ry-Gaul and their respective padawans fight a great number of Vanqor guards.

Vanqor guards were armed with blaster rifles, wrist rockets,and stun batons. The Jedi advanced as a solid flank that broke and reformed as they leaped and twisted, using their lightsabers and occasionally Force-pushing a Vanqor guard who decided today was his day to seek glory. Instead he ended up with a throbbing skull as he was thrown against a wall.

—Jedi Quest: The Moment of Truth.

Here, Siri, Ferus Olin, Obi-Wan and Anakin use the force against a criminal army. This like the quote above is a feat shared between them all.

The Jedi moved, leading the charge, deflecting fire when they could and Force-pushing the troops away.

—Jedi Quest: The Changing of the Guard

Obi-Wan and Anakin leaped at the same instant that Siri gave Helina a Force-push that sent her sprawling. The codebreaker slid away on the polished floor.

—Star Wars: Secrets of The Jedi

Force Sense

"Good. Siri has an extraordinary sensitivity to Force warnings," Adi told Qui-Gon. "She's gotten us out of quite a few tight spots."

—Star Wars: Secrets of the Jedi(Adi Gallia)

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Conclusion

All in all, Siri is a fairly powerful Jedi who-at least in my opinion, is more or less on par with her own master. She has incredible skill with Ataru and is capable enough with Shien to use it correctly and with ease. Her force powers leave something to be desired, however her Force augmentation is impressive and highly advanced especially for a Padawan. Overall, Siri is an extremely skilled duelist and a speedy fighter. She may not be extremely powerful like the greatest females of the Star Wars mythos. But she is strong, talented and versatile all the things that maker her, Siri Tachi.

Well guys, this is my second completed respect thread of the new year. It was awesome to read through Jedi Quest, and to get to know Siri as well. I honestly don't know where exactly to rank her, but in my humble opinion she's not that far from Gallia. But anyway guys, thanks for reading my respect thread, I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed making it. So long, take care and I'll see you all next time.

Big thanks to my droogie, Emperordmb for beta reading this. I am very happy that he complied :)

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