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The Stranger Respect Thread (Star Wars: The Acolyte)

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SPOILERS FOR THE ACOLYTE BELOW

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

For the sake of this thread and just to help it be less spoiler-y, I'm going to refer to the character as "The Stranger". The Stranger, also known by Qimir in the show, Smilo Ren to some fans, is the powerful dark side user/Sith Lord who trained Mae and appears to have set into motion the events of The Acolyte. He wants the freedom to use his power as he pleases but now must kill all of the Jedi who saw him on Khofar before they reveal him to the larger galaxy and Jedi Order.

(Some of the gifs on Imgur will refer to him as "The Master", that is what I was originally going to call him in this thread but for some reason it won't let me go and edit the name out.)

Power

The Stranger uses the Force to float down towards the Jedi:

https://imgur.com/a/Ltc0jy0

-- The Acolyte Episode 4: "Day"

The Stranger flicks away Osha with the Force:

https://imgur.com/a/i6zpNGB

-- The Acolyte Episode 4: "Day"

The Stranger knocks back eight Jedi with a Force Push:

https://imgur.com/a/NShWa0z

-- The Acolyte Episode 4: "Day"

Whether through the Force or some other means (such as his armor or straight durability), the Stranger is unaffected by a spun blast that worked on both Mae and Master Sol later in the same episode:

https://imgur.com/a/tnJvtZa

-- The Acolyte Episode 5: "Night"

Yord tells Osha that the Stranger "gets into your head and he stays there", to which Osha responds by saying her mother could do that, which suggests that she believes it's an ability linked to the Force:

https://imgur.com/a/wu9WvEW

-- The Acolyte Episode 5: "Night"

The Stranger grabs Mae and pulls her back into a rock:

https://imgur.com/a/hm0b3GN

-- The Acolyte Episode 5: "Night"

The Stranger uses the Force to pull Mae towards his outstretched hand:

https://imgur.com/a/d0BJqnN

-- The Acolyte Episode 5:"Night"

Lightsaber/Fighting Skill

Despite being tied up by his foot and left hanging upside down, the Stranger was able to free himself, make it Kelnacca before Mae did, and presumably stealthily kill him:

https://imgur.com/a/PV3oQtM

-- The Acolyte Episode 4: "Day"

The Stranger fends off, evades, and ultimately gets the better of five Jedi in a short matter of time, using both his speed, strength, and cortosis gear to help him out. He moves quickly from one opponent to the next, dodging swings and swipes so as to not have to engage more than a few at a time. He kicks away two Jedi before stabbing and killing a Kel Dor Jedi through the chest:

https://imgur.com/a/XG10O20

-- The Acolyte Episode 5: "Night"

The Stranger then blocks a lightsaber with his arm guard and helmet, shorting them out for a short time. Yord comes in and protects one of the Jedi but can't hold his own for too long as he is overpowered and has his lower thigh sliced, falling down. He is saved by the two previous Jedi who now have working lightsabers again, however the Stranger outmaneuvers them too. He would end up stabbing one through the chest and then pull another with the Force into the blade, effectively making a Jedi kabob before cutting off their heads:

https://imgur.com/a/W7NPr7Y

-- The Acolyte Episode 5: "Night"

The Stranger throws his lightsaber in a perfect arc that would have killed Osha if not for Sol:

https://imgur.com/a/dEreZIN

-- The Acolyte Episode 5: "Night"

The Stranger's style seems to be to try and lull his opponent into a false sense of security and then pounce on them with his speed and ferocity. He tries this against Sol during their solo fight, beginning the exchange while slowing walking towards the Jedi with his lightsaber off and then springing into action at a moment's notice:

https://imgur.com/a/ziLmcUS

-- The Acolyte Episode 5: "Night"

When the Stranger is pushed back by Sol in a blade lock, he gives up the ground but manages to spin and weave his way into another blade lock, this time with him the aggressor as he pushes the Jedi Master back as well:

https://imgur.com/a/osDQYW4

-- The Acolyte Episode 5: "Night"

The Stranger could have actually ended the fight with Sol in this instance but chose to abandon the fight and head towards Mae and Jecki. He puts Sol on his backfoot with a series of stabs and slashes before kicking him a fair distance away. Sol would take his time to recover from the kick:

https://imgur.com/a/YEQhucC

-- The Acolyte Episode 5: "Night"

Yord tells Osha that the way the Stranger fights "doesn't make sense", that he "doesn't follow the rules of combat", and that "there's no method to his movements", before telling her that he gets into your head and stays there, which points to either a Force technique or a form of mental/psychological combat:

https://imgur.com/a/NvejA5h

-- The Acolyte Episode 5: "Night"

The Stranger engages Jecki Lon in single combat, seemingly saving Mae from being captured by her. He begins by running at her full speed and manages to overpower and then kick her to the ground. He doesn't capitalize on this, however, as he would then use this moment to chastise Mae for betraying him:

https://imgur.com/a/EN5FL85

-- The Acolyte Episode 5: "Night"

The Stranger then quickly defends himself from another onslaught from Jecki before blocking an overhead strike with his forearm guard, shortening out her lightsaber. However, she had picked up Kelnacca's lightsaber beforehand, so she is able to use that to then defend the Stranger's next attack, before her own lightsaber recovers. Now armed with two, Jecki loses a flurry of blows at him before being pushed back and having Kelnacca's lightsaber cut in half, at which time the Stranger leaves to chase after Mae:

https://imgur.com/a/0jAvLWx

-- The Acolyte Episode 5: "Night"

The Stranger starts his fight with Sol and Jecki by being pulled with the Force away from Mae and back towards Jecki, although he was able to duck and dodge her lightsaber strike. Quite possibly starting to feel fatigue from the long trek through the forest, to fighting the large group of Jedi, the Stranger starts to waver against Sol and Jecki, being pushed on the backfoot and kicked several times while blocking one saber attack. This doesn't put him out of the game, though, and as soon as he short circuits Sol's lightsaber and gets another chance for a 1v1 with Jecki, he unscrews the bottom half of his lightsaber to reveal a shoto blade, and uses that to stab her in the chest and kill her:

https://imgur.com/a/c17KZqw

-- The Acolyte Episode 5: "Night"

The Stranger kills Yord by snapping his neck. Yord came running into the scene, had his lightsaber blocked by the Strenger's arm guard, then used his own helmet to block the Stranger's lightsaber, leaving them both without a weapon. In a few short moves, the Stranger pinned Yord's arm, spun behind him, and then twisted his neck:

https://imgur.com/a/Y2NSzLt

-- The Acolyte Episode 5: "Night"

The Stranger fights but ultimately is on the losing side to Sol in a hand-to-hand exchange, with Osha coming in to "save" him from Sol's killing lightsaber strike at the end:

https://imgur.com/a/pD8hSmU

-- The Acolyte Episode 5: "Night"

The Stranger survives being carried away by several umbramoths:

https://imgur.com/a/Hf4AJpO

-- The Acolyte Episode 5: "Night"

Apparently, the Stranger uses Trakata, a form of lightsaber combat that emphasizes turning your saber on and off in combat:

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-- The Acolyte Explained | Highlights from "Night"

Gear

The Stranger has a forearm guard and helmet that appear to be made from cortosis, a lightsaber-resistant metal that can short circuit the energy blade for a short amount of time when coming into contact with it. Here he blocks an attack with both his arm and helmet, shorting out the sabers of two Jedi. The helmet also appears to be able to prevent Jedi from reading his thoughts:

Twisted metal forms a sinister smile on the cortosis helmet that masks the identity of The Stranger and keeps Force-sensitives from peering into their thoughts. With no name and no allegiance to the Jedi, this dangerous creature seeks freedom to wield their power as they like.

-- The Stranger's Helmet, Databank

https://imgur.com/a/4HFpTJs

-- The Acolyte Episode 5: "Night"

More confirmation they're made out of cortosis:

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-- The Acolyte Explained | Highlights from "Night"

The Stranger's lightsaber has a shoto, or a small off-hand saber, housed in the bottom of his pommel. He keeps it hidden until he needs to bring it out, doing so by unscrewing the bottom portion:

The Stranger’s red-bladed lightsaber conceals a secret: a hidden dagger that can be deployed when the hilt is separated into two parts.

-- The Stranger's Lightsaber, Databank

https://imgur.com/a/wJIWja1

-- The Acolyte Episode 5: "Night"

It was a combination effort to give the Stranger a hidden knife based on the fact that his fighting style isn't fair, doesn't abide by the rules, and feels like he would use a sort of cheap shot not fitting for a Jedi:

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-- 'The Acolyte' star Manny Jacinto opens up about his actual Star Wars role

Other

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Lord Nyax Respect Thread

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Nyax is a unique character in the world of Star Wars for several reasons. not one of which he looks like a monster made real. He has a complicated backstory, both in-verse and out, and became an immensely strong adversary for Luke and Mara Jade Skywalker. He also happens to be one of the most misunderstood characters because of the nature of some of his feats dealing with a Force wellspring that amped his powers. Hopefully this thread will shed some light on the subject.

This thread will be divided into the following categories:

  • Power
  • Physicals/Augmentations
  • Weakness
  • Force Powers
  • Lightsaber and Combat Skill

Power

The plot synopsis on the back of Rebel Stand implies Nyax is the only thing preventing the Yuuzhan Vong from taking control of Coruscant and when Luke and Mara Jade Skywalker confront him they are thrust into a "fierce battle for their lives" with the chances of escaping nearly impossible:

On Coruscant, Luke and Mara Jade Skywalker have made a shocking discovery that is preventing the Yuuzhan Vong from exerting complete control. But when the enemy tracks them down, Luke and Mara are thrust into a fierce battle for their lives. Suddenly, the chances of escaping appear nearly impossible.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand plot synopsis

The fight between Nyax and Luke Skywalker, Mara Jade Skywalker, and Tahiri Veila is described as a "tremendous Force battle":

A chilling vision of the dark side brought Luke to the heart of the Yuuzhan Vong-held Coruscant. In the depths of the altered city planet, Luke faced off against Lord Nyax, the deranged mutated Dark Jedi that once was Irek Ismeren.

Surviving a tremendous Force battle at the site of the old Jedi Temple, Skywalker concentrated his efforts on restarting the Jedi Council.

Source: Star Wars Databank (Old)

Nyax was a "powerful dark-side enemy" who was "enhanced to possess incredible dark-side energies" and needed the "combined Force skills" of Luke Skywalker, Mara Jade Skywalker, and Tahiri Veila to defeat him:

In the days that followed, Mara and Luke made preparations to return to Coruscant, where Luke believed a new and powerful dark-side enemy had emerged. Once there, they began to hear rumours of a mysterious entity that people were referring to as Lord [Nyax]. This was the name of a galactic 'bogey man' with whom parents had frightened their children over the centuries.

Upon further investigation, they learned that this figure was in fact a tall and enigmatic human male, who had been genetically altered and technologically enhanced to possess incredible dark-side energies. Only the combined Force skills of Luke, Mara and a young Jedi called Tahiri were able to bring this new and deadly foe down.

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The Official Star Wars Fact File 57

Nyax's mother kept a close watch on him as he "grew" and planned to train him to be the most powerful Dark Jedi ever:

"It appears that after leaving Belsavis, he and his mother came to Coruscant and hid here . . . and by 'here' I mean in this very facility. His mother carefully monitored his progress in the Force, training him so that he'd be the most powerful Dark Jedi in existence, and gave him medical treatments to make him much bigger, more imposing, more physically powerful. She also arranged to bring in the ysalamiri to keep him hidden as his presence in the Force grew stronger."

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Nyax's power makes Luke Skywalker have a vision of "tremendous dark side evil":

Luke found himself surrounded by foliage and thought for an instant that he was on foot patrol in Borleias's jungles. But he realized within an instant that the air here was even darker than was customary on Borleias, and the precise nature of the plants and trees around him was wrong for that world. Here, the trees were darker, larger, their limbs drooping, while opaque pools of groundwater concealed furtive movements of their occupants.

Dagobah. It was the world where he had trained with Yoda, a lifetime ago.

So this was a dream. He shook his head. No, in dreams he was not usually so lucid. It was a vision, then, a vision through the Force.

He turned and faced the opening into the cave. It was there that he had confronted a vision of Darth Vader—of himself in Vader's distinctive dress. Now, there was no Yoda to warn him against taking weapons into this place of evil and confrontation, and Luke felt sad that this vision would not give him even the momentary pleasure of seeing his old Master again in the one context where his presence was appropriate.

Luke found he was dressed in black. His lightsaber hung at his waist. He removed it, depositing it in the crook of a tree branch, and entered the cave.

Within, he found only darkness and silence. But he knew something was there, a few steps from him, a deeper darkness. He could neither see nor hear it, but he could feel it within the Force. He stepped toward it and felt it move to the side, circling him.

Then it brushed past him, a contact that sickened him, reawakened in him every great hatred of his life—for Darth Vader, for the Emperor, for himself when he had stumbled too far down the path of the dark side—and left the cave. Luke followed.

He emerged into brighter light than he'd seen outside a moment ago, and now he was surrounded by soaring buildings, construction so high that the sky was visible only as a faint sliver of light. All around him, duracrete surfaces, crashed landspeeders, and giant blocks of unrecognizable debris were coated with green algae and waving grasses in a more pallid green hue. At his feet, a human body was covered with the same stuff.

The darkness he'd pursued was ahead of him, farther down the narrow aperture between skyscrapers, still invisible to the naked eye, still nauseatingly tangible within the Force.

It roiled and spun like a tornado. It increased in size until it brushed against the buildings to either side. The algae and grasses there changed when it touched them, suddenly bearing large, malformed fruits as black and slick as old oil. Then every surface in sight was covered with the fruits, and as he watched they began to drop from their stems. They struck the ground and then struggled to newly developed feet, walking in every direction with the awkwardness of babies.

And each of them was filled with misery and dark side longing for ruin.

One opened its mouth and let out a piercing wail. Then another did, and a third. Suddenly the air was full of their cries.

A hand gripped Luke's shoulder. He opened his eyes. Mara was shaking him; her face was pale. The air was still filled with cries, but they were Ben's, and Mara held the baby away, as if to protect him from Luke. "What is it?" she asked.

"A vision." Luke brought his breathing under control and found that one part of his vision still lingered; dark side energy and malice still surrounded him. Ben, as sensitive to the Force as only the child of two eminent Jedi could be, wailed in protest. "There's evil on Coruscant. Tremendous dark side evil."

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines I: Rebel Dream

Luke Skywalker felt he needed to leave Borleais and head to Coruscant to deal with the growing darkness he sensed, which was Nyax. Luke said the visions were getting worse and growing more frequent with a sense of urgency behind them. Coruscant had just been conquered by the Yuuzhan Vong but still the power Luke sensed made him adamant on wanting to go there to deal with it:

"You're going to do what?" Mara asked. Her voice had not risen to carry through the doors and into the conference room, but it had become sharper. It was loud enough to startle Ben, but the baby merely looked up from her arms, gurgled, looked at Luke, and reached out for his father. Luke gave him the pinkie of his natural hand to grasp.

Luke steeled himself. "I'm going to Coruscant."

"Your visions?"

"They're getting worse and more frequent. Whatever is happening there, it's building. Getting stronger. Or going to build, going to get stronger—I don't know if I'm seeing the present or the future."

"Or the past. You could be seeing something about Palpatine's rise to power."

He shook his head. "There wouldn't be a sense of urgency to the visions."

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines I: Rebel Dream

Luke Skywalker, Mara Jade Skywalker, Tahiri Veila, and even the semi-trained Danni Quee all sense a "distant wrongness in the Force" from Nyax:

As his group entered a long gallery that had once been flanked by stores and emporiums, Luke again felt a twinge, some distant wrongness in the Force. The sensation had come to him before and he had steered toward it, hoping that it was the source of the unease, the visions that had brought him to Coruscant on this mission. But his fellow Jedi had not always seemed to share his perceptions.

He glanced at them. Mara was already looking his way, nodding. Tahiri stared off into the distance, in the direction of the twinge, alert as a hunting beast.

Even Danni was gazing in that general direction, a hint of confusion evident even through her Yuuzhan Vong makeup. "Did any of you feel something?" she asked.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Luke Skywalker senses Nyax as a "beacon of darkness":

Luke found he could sense the man in the Force—could do so without even reaching out for him. The man was a glowing light in the Force, a beacon in the midst of darkness. A beacon of darkness . . . but that suddenly didn't matter.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Luke Skywalker even believes that his team might not have enough resources to stop Nyax:

Bhindi fixed Luke with a grave look. "Besides, I suspect that you're not going to let that thing keep walking around out there. Are you?"

"I hope not." Luke looked up the hole; only a few meters of the water and atmosphere pipes were visible in the dim light from their glow rods. "It's very strong, very evil. And I have no idea whether we have enough resources here to stop it."

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Nyax fights and defeats a Yuuzhan Vong hunting party and two diseased voxyn. He starts the fight off by killing a voxyn by smashing its body with a large piece of machinery and then cuts the remaining warriors and voxyn to pieces:

She heard the voxyn's hisses go from excited to ferocious, heard their handlers call after them as they yanked leashes free from the handlers' grips.

"Jeedai!" called one of the warriors. "Now you die!"

Viqi heard the distinctive snap-hiss of a Jedi lightsaber igniting. One point on the far wall of the manufacturing chamber and the ceiling above it were illuminated by red light—moving light. The claws of the voxyn scrabbled as they charged for their prey.

Then there was another snap-hiss, and another, and another. The distant red glow brightened. Viqi saw the silhouette of a voxyn leaping high, vaulting intervening machinery, backlit by the glow—and then something rose to meet the voxyn in mid-flight.

It was not a Jedi, not a lightsaber blade. A block of machinery two meters on a side flew up from below and crashed into the leaping voxyn, striking with such force that Viqi heard the creature's bones shatter. The impact smashed the voxyn back through the air, a wobbly caricature of a once-living beast. The voxyn's body crashed onto the factory's duracrete floor and the block of machinery landed upon it, breaking more bones, and stuck there, not bouncing or rolling forward as it should have.

"Forward," Denua Ku said. He whipped his amphistaff free from his waist and charged after the other Yuuzhan Vong warriors, who now howled in rage and anticipation.

Viqi took two steps in Denua Ku's wake and then something crashed into her, took her from her feet, slapped her to the duracrete.

It was not a physical thing. It was despair and hatred, loathing and worthlessness, fear and howling rage. It was as though Viqi had spent every one of her years packing all the hateful emotions an ordinary person felt into a storeroom—and suddenly all the pressure had burst through the door and swept her away. She could only lie there, her arms and legs twitching outside her control, her stomach rebelling, her heart hammering inside her.

She heard the howl of the second voxyn, heard the ripping noise of the creature vomiting its acid at its prey. Then there was the sound of lightsabers swinging, hacking. Meat in great quantities slapping down onto the duracrete.

Viqi writhed in time with the war cries of the Yuuzhan Vong and, one by one, she heard them die under the almost musical tones of the lightsabers.

Then there was only the sound of lightsabers cutting, and cutting, and cutting.

The emotional agony that had gripped Viqi lessened—only a little. She managed to roll over onto her stomach and slowly, painfully came upright.

She knew the beings on the other side of the chamber had just killed everything that had entered the chamber with her. She wanted nothing more than to charge at them, to rip them to pieces with her bare hands.

But as she stood, some faint instinct of self-preservation rose within her, and one thought made up of words emerged: Run, or die.

She turned toward the doorway, and lurched out toward the light.

As she reached the doorway, she put her hand out to steady herself against the metal door that had once protected the factory's interior. It fell away from her grip, crashing down onto the duracrete with a tremendous clang.

The lightsabers in the distance switched off. Viqi froze. She waited, ears straining at the sudden silence.

Then she heard it, the padding of feet coming her way.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

During the fighting, Nyax released such a powerful wave of dark side energy that human Senator Viqi Shesh was physically knocked over and stuck in a fetal position for the whole fight. She described the feeling as if she spent all of her years packing all of the hateful emotions a person could feel into a room and then having it burst at once and carrying her away.

Elsewhere on Coruscant/Yuuzhan'tar, Luke Skywalker, Mara Jade Skywalker, Tahiri Veila, and even Danni Quee had all felt the powerful burst of energy Nyax released when fighting the Yuuzhan Vong hunting party. Luke felt "saturated" with a desire to kill every living thing in his vicinity, and Tahiri felt worse than after her torturing and conditioning from the Yuuzhan Vong and even admits that if the attack had been directed at her, it would have taken control of her:

Luke came awake and rose in a single smooth motion.

He didn't have to ask if Mara had felt it, too. She was awake, gripping her lightsaber, ready to ignite it.

Luke stepped out into the corridor. It was dimmed for sleeping, but Danni, too, was emerging, and Tahiri, who had been on guard in the corridor as the others slept, stared into one wall, through the wall, at something that was far away and toward the ground. "It's there again," she said, her voice faint.

Luke took a few deep breaths. He couldn't remember what he had just been dreaming—only that, for a moment, he had been filled, even saturated, with a desire to rise and kill every living being thing in his vicinity. Absurdly, he still felt loathing and contempt for his companions, for his wife, but as his mind and memory struggled to assert themselves, those emotions began to fade. "What did you feel?" he asked.

Tahiri shook her head, and Luke could finally see the lone tear flowing down her farther cheek. "Awfulness," she said. "More awful than when I was coming out of my conditioning and started to figure out what I'd almost become. It was all through me, through the Force. It almost had control of me. I think maybe it could have had control, if it had known I was here." The despair in her voice was heartbreaking.

None of the Wraiths had emerged from their new quarters. That made sense. This was a Force sending, a Force problem, and the Wraiths, largely oblivious to the Force, were not troubled.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Tahiri says that the sensations she felt from Nyax killing the Yuuzhan Vong hunting party felt like "jumping into an ocean of the dark side":

"Dark Jedi might be able to impose their will on normal people," Tahiri said. She had her arms crossed, and Luke suspected her pose was an effort to keep herself from trembling. "But not on fully trained Jedi. This was like jumping into an ocean of the dark side of the Force. It was like feeling Anakin die again. And wanting again to die with him." More tears came, and she looked away so that the others would not see them.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

The Jedi had tracked down where Nyax killed the first Yuuzhan Vong hunting party by following the lingering dark side energy they felt from the attack. Luke even compares the dark side energy he feels to what he felt back on Dagobah in the cave and it makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up:

By Luke's chrono, it had taken them four hours to find the first evidence of the thing or things they sought. They stood in the main manufacturing chamber of a furnishing concern and looked down at the dismembered bodies of Yuuzhan Vong warriors—and voxyn.

It was not evidence or deduction or luck that had led them here. Luke and the other Jedi could feel lingering dark-side energy imbued in the walls, the machines, the corpses. The sensation, so like what Luke had experienced within a certain cave on Dagobah, caused the hair on the back of his neck to rise.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Even in death, by using the power of the Force wellspring, Nyax is able to imbue his surroundings with his own hatred and causes tons of rubble to shoot out into the sky at Yuuzhan Vong ships and anything in the area:

The power-wielders who had hurt him were not visible. But two chunks of coral he could not feel with his own power, big ones, were approaching him from two different directions.

His enemies had to be aboard them, hidden by whatever power they possessed to block his senses. Since they never gave up, they must be coming back after him. They had to be aboard because he would not sleep until they were dead.

He roared out his pain and sent ton after ton of rubble into the sky.

Kell lost altitude and slid to a landing on a rooftop four kilometers from the ziggurat. From here, they would see the two Vong mataloks, cruiser analogs, approaching from north and south.

Two sprays of rubble leapt from the hole in the ziggurat, each going after one of the mataloks. Nyax's aim was getting worse; in the first few seconds of the attack, neither Vong ship took a hit.

And both fired, raining plasma projectiles as numerous as raindrops into the ziggurat.

Luke jerked as he felt his flesh burn. He looked at his arm, but no blackness appeared there, no seared flesh. It was Nyax, his pain being transmitted to all close enough to feel it, and he could see that pain reflected in the faces of Mara, Tahiri, Danni, even Kell.

Then the rubble streams hit the mataloks. They poured across the vessels, some small portions of them being swallowed by voids, the majority eating away at the yorik coral as though it were sugar. The mataloks sideslipped, desperately trying to avoid the streams of destruction, but the rubble blasts tracked them, followed them, wore them down.

A constriction in Luke's chest, one he had been unaware of until now, suddenly loosened, vanished. "He's dead."

"Lord Nyax?" Face frowned back at him. "I don't think so. Look, more rubble than ever is flying out of there."

"Luke is right," Mara said. Her voice had a distant quality as she tried to interpret what she felt through the Force. "Nyax is gone. But he's imbued his surroundings with some of his hatred. Some of his last intent."

The mataloks rose above the rubble-stream, launching a new volley of plasma before the blasts tracked them, tore into them again. In the distance, more Yuuzhan Vong capital ships raced toward the disturbance.

"It's going to continue," Luke said, "as long as some part of him is there. As long as some part of him can exert his will on his surroundings, and that wellspring of the Force allows it to happen. But he's gone." He took a deep breath. "Let's go home."

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Physicals/Augmentations

Nyax was subjected to growth hormones and cybernetic stimulation for years, which allowed him to grow to three meters tall:

"Human males don't grow to be three meters tall."

"They do if subjected to specific growth hormones and cybernetic stimulation for years starting in childhood or adolescence."

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Nyax had armor plates installed in his torso, head, elbows, and knees, and the medical droids that were supposed to tend to him believed he was intended to be a war machine of some sort:

"So who is this human male?"

"Unknown, sir. His identity was never provided to us, nor the nature of its armor modifications." Before Luke could ask, the droid hurried on, "It had hypoallergenic armor plates installed in its torso, head, elbows, and knees. The portions of its brain pertaining to human memory were largely replaced by computer apparatus. We of the maintenance staff concluded that it was to be a war machine of some sort, but beyond that we know nothing."

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Nyax was subjected to medical treatments that kept his bones growing long past the point they should have stopped which gave him more muscle mass. He also had a computer apparatus implanted in his brain when he was young that allowed him to learn to control the Force far out of proportion for someone his age:

"Except," Baljos interrupted, "he spent most of the intervening years in that suspended animation chamber, so he's physically younger than his chronological age. His vital processes were slowed. He was subjected to the medical treatments I mentioned earlier, treatments that kept his bones growing long past the point they should have sealed, that gave him lots more muscle mass. As a baby, he'd had a computer apparatus implanted in his brain by his mother; it helped give him enough focus—monomania may be a better word for it—to learn to control the Force far out of proportion to his age. When he was here, that apparatus was augmented to make his control even greater. It apparently stimulates what's left of his brain in ways beneficial to Force control."

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Nyax is described as a "hulking cyborg" outfitted with eight lightsabers jutting from his limbs:

Luke, Mara, and Tahiri confront Lord Nyax, a hulking cyborg humanoid fitted with an unbelievable eight lightsabers jutting from his limbs.

Source: The Essential Reader's Companion

Nyax was able to tear off a hatch and destroy four droids with nothing but his brute strength, since he was in a chamber with several ysalamiri which would have cut off his connection to the Force:

Baljos looked at the unit. The transparisteel cover had been thrown aside with such strength and violence that it was warped, the hinges along one side and locking latch on the other broken. The machinery that would have surrounded the sleeper like insulation was torn free from its housing and lay in pieces around the chamber. So did four medical droids—Luke thought it was four, gauging from the number of droid heads within sight, but he had to admit that their state of dismemberment made actual calculations difficult.

[...]

"Whatever it is," Face said. "The way I read it, this thing woke up, busted out, destroyed all the droids around it. With just its strength, you'll notice, because there are no burn marks on the droids in here or on the suspended animation unit. When it gets into other parts of the complex, it gets its hands on a lightsaber and finishes the job. Then it destroys the other droids and the ysalamiri."

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Nyax fights with a speed and savagery an experienced Yuuzhan Vong warrior had never seen before:

The pale thing fought with a savagery and speed unlike those of any warrior he had ever seen.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Nyax sends a Yuuzhan Vong warrior off his feet despite the warrior having blocked his attack:

The pale thing spun, sending its knee blade toward Denua Ku's guts. He blocked the sweep with his amphistaff, but the impact was tremendous; it threw him back off his feet. He rolled backward and came upright, saw one of his warriors perform a similar probing assault . . . and this warrior took a forearm blade through the throat.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Nyax drives Luke Skywalker back with his strikes and then folds a Yuuzhan Vong warrior through his armor:

"I know!" Luke shouted back. "It's working! I'm being delayed!" He stopped a forearm-swing and was driven back a step, stopped the follow-up elbow swing and was driven back a step, jumped back to avoid the knee-strike and discovered it was only a feint; Lord Nyax's leg snapped back and caught a Yuuzhan Vong warrior in the crotch, collapsing the warrior despite its armor.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Nyax has built-in failsafes that prevent him from stabbing himself with his own lightsabers:

Mara sighed. It had been a feint, an effort to trick the thing into spearing itself with its own weapons. But its designers had been too thorough. There were fail-safes.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Weakness

Nyax's one "weakness" is that he escaped from his chamber too early and wasn't able to have certain things downloaded into the components of his brain. He has his instincts, some combat training, and deep-level motivations to kill Jedi, enemies of the Empire, and to dominate areas strong in the Force, but he lacks memories, tactical skills, and even language:

"Does he have any weaknesses?" Mara asked.

"Oh, yes." Baljos gestured at the suspended animation unit. "He's not ripe."

"Ripe," Luke repeated. "It appears that a groundquake caused some ceiling rubble to drop onto one or more of the ysalamiri, killing them and damaging the unit. He woke up, burst out, went on a rampage, and fled. But he wasn't due to come out for another couple of years." Baljos pointed at one of the computer consoles. "All his operational programming was there, plus the refabricated 'Irek' memories Roganda planned to implant in him, and they weren't transferred over. He has his instincts, he has some combat programming, and he has some deep-level motivations—such as to seek out Jedi and kill them, to seek out hot-points of the Force and control them, to conquer the universe, little things like that. But he lacks memories, tactical skills . . . even language, I think. I doubt he's even verbal."

"So we can't even talk to him." Tahiri looked downcast. "Maybe that's a weakness, but it doesn't make things easier on us. He can't be reasoned with."

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Force Powers

Force Wellspring

This isn't a Force ability but a section I wanted to include for some context. Lord Nyax is drawn to the Force wellspring under the Jedi Temple of Coruscant/Yuuzan'tar and uses his Force powers to take control of a large construction droid in order to help him release it.

When the wall breaks and the wellspring is released/opened/revealed, its power is felt across the galaxy and we're shown the reactions from certain groups of Jedi. Jaina Solo, Kyp Durron, and Ganner Rhysode all flinched and jolted the ships they were flying from what they felt, and Valin Horn and the other Jedi trainees all experienced a powerful "nightmare" feeling with the surge being strong enough to jerk Valin awake off the couch he was laying on:

Above Borleias, on a routine surveillance sweep in her X-wing, Jaina Solo was jolted out of her detachment by a surge in the Force. She could feel Luke and Mara in the surge. She knew they were in danger. And she could see Kyp's X-wing wobble as he, too, was hit by the sensation.

Thousands of light-years away from Borleias, Ganner Rhysode, Jedi Knight, kept a firm hand on the controls of his rickety transport as he closed the last few meters to dock with the space station ahead. But his arms spasmed as the Force seemed to howl at him. His transport jerked forward, hitting the docking bay at a greater velocity than he intended. As he shook his head to clear it, he heard the dockmaster over his comlink: "Idiot."

In an artificial environment dome, part of an ever-growing station hidden away in the Maw, Valin Horn, Jedi apprentice, jerked awake so violently that he fell from his narrow couch. He sat up, trying to remember what nightmare had caused this reaction, but he couldn't. Then he heard the wailing of the infant Ben Skywalker from two compartments down, the voice of an adult trying to soothe him, the voices of other Jedi trainees as they compared details of what they'd just felt.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

When first exposed to the wellspring, Luke Skywalker can't even remember his own name, or that of his wife or Tahiri Veila. It takes him a few seconds to come to his senses and then when he wants to pull his lightsaber to his hand with a "casual display of the Force", the weapon flies to his hand harder than he intended and he has to drop it:

Luke swam out of a sea of—not pain, not shock, but something between exultation and complete confusion. His back was against a mound of rubble, and his wife and the girl were beside him. He couldn't remember their names, or his own.

Red fluid dripped down upon his shoulder. He craned his neck to look up and saw a body on the mound above him, that of a human man. Its right arm was missing and blood poured down the rubble below, one stream of it pooling and then dripping onto Luke.

Luke. That was it, Luke. And Mara and Tahiri. And the Yuuzhan Vong, and Nyax. Luke rose, saw his lightsaber a few meters away, and yanked it to him with a casual display of the Force. It struck his palm with far more energy than he'd intended, and he dropped it again.

[...]

Mara rose beside him. Luke had known she was unhurt.

"Force energy," she whispered.

This must have been a wellspring of it, he thought. The old Jedi Temple must have been built above because it was here. They were guarding it. And guarding the planet from it.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

It's described as a "wash of Force energy" and Luke can feel its power bolster him:

Luke reached up and found minds—dozens of them, all receptive to the Force. In the wash of Force energy emerging from the crack in the wall, he found he could reach any of them, all of them.

He projected a strong demand for silence, a sense of calm, and could feel them quiet. Then he formed a picture in his head: the building collapsing, the construction droid driving in reverse to get away. He projected that image with all the strength he could muster, bolstered by the Force wellspring.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Luke even calls it "pure power":

"That fountain of Force energy is what made Nyax stronger," Luke said. "It's pure power . . . and we can use it, too."

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Nyax draws on the Force wellspring to make himself stronger:

Without the ability to speak or recall his identity, Irek takes the name Lord Nyax from a Corellian myth, locates an abandoned Jedi temple, and taps into the Force wellspring there, increasing his power.

Source: Jedi Academy Training Manual

Nyax feels like he can reach down and "crack this world in two" thanks to the power of the Force wellspring and believes no other being has felt power like this before:

Power flowed through Nyax, such power as no being alive had ever felt. He could reach down into this world, reach through the false crust beneath him, through the natural stone crust beneath that, all the way to where stone turned to sluggish fluid and through to where superheated metals ran like river water. He could crack this world in two, could force the meaningless worker-things to convey him to another, and crack that one, too.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Telepathy/Mental Compulsion

Telepathy is the power to sense, communicate and manipulate the thoughts of others. Nyax is also very skilled at sending a mental compulsion at others and forcing them to do what he wants.

Nyax is proficient in the ability "Mind Trick" and has Force Power Mastery and Force Power Adept in Mind Trick as well:

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Luke sees Nyax about a hundred meters away from him, and as he's looking at him through a pair of macrobinoculars, he feels Nyax as a "beacon of darkness" right before Nyax sends a mental compulsion at Luke. This makes him feel like two tons of duracrete had been dropped on him and then makes Luke want to walk across an imaginary walkway to reach Nyax, which would actually be Luke walking off of a ledge and killing himself. When Nyax walks away, Luke says he could breath again:

Across the avenue, at about the same altitude, someone stood in a viewport staring at him. At this distance, about a hundred meters, Luke could not be sure, but he thought it was a man. A very pale man.

[...]

Luke found he could sense the man in the Force—could do so without even reaching out for him. The man was a glowing light in the Force, a beacon in the midst of darkness. A beacon of darkness . . . but that suddenly didn't matter.

Luke felt his breath go out of him. It was as though the roof had slowly collapsed and deposited two tons of duracrete on his torso while he was distracted.

He glanced over at Face and Bhindi. They had the terminal running; the glow from its screen colored their faces blue. Bhindi removed a datacard from its slot in the terminal and made a noise of satisfaction. They were both utterly unaware of what Luke was seeing, feeling.

Luke knew that, when he turned his attention back to the distant viewport, the pale man would be gone; it was among the oldest tools in the bag of tricks of the makers of supernatural holodramas. But when he looked through the macrbinoculars again, the man was still there, motionless.

Luke unlatched the viewport's locks. All he had to do was step out on the walkway that now stretched between this building and the other. He could walk right up to this man and begin asking questions. But some faint stirring of alarm—his pilot's ability to glimpse and memorize topographical details—shook him out of the fog that had overcome his thinking.

There was no walkway before him. One step through this viewport and he'd plummet to his death.

The man's grin grew wider. Then he sidestepped and disappeared from sight.

Luke felt the great weight lift from him. He could breathe again. "Are you two done here?" he asked.

Face looked up, frowning. "Luke, are you alright?"

"No. Trouble's coming. Let's go."

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Although he admits he's probably just tired, Luke is afraid of the fact that Nyax could force such a powerful compulsion onto him and make him feel like a spice addict with no training:

"I know, I know. I need sleep. I'm tired." He stretched out on the cot. "Tired, and I have to admit it, scared of something that could sneak up on me and plant a Force-based suggestion in my mind. As though I were some spice addict with no resistance, no training."

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Nyax sends out a mental compulsion that forces several survivors on Coruscant to ignore their own safety and fight Yuuzhan Vong warriors, summoning them from all over the ruined undercity of Coruscant. The call brings them in droves but doesn't affect Face because he's still well nourished and hopeful while the "workers" living on Coruscant are starved and hopeless. However, Tahiri knows that Nyax could easily control Face if he put the effort into it and believes that he could even control her, Luke, and Mara Jade Skywalker:

Yuuzhan Vong warriors were scrambling over the rubble and rushing toward the construction droid.

Coruscant survivors rushed out of the construction droid's base to meet them. Unarmed, ill-fed, they still had a tremendous edge in numbers over the warriors, and Luke saw several of the Yuuzhan Vong go down under struggling masses of bodies. The stronger survivors picked up chunks of stone and brained the troops.

More Yuuzhan Vong entered. More survivors swarmed in, now coming from surrounding areas of rubble instead of just from the droid's base.

Luke looked back at the others. "He's near. He's calling to them. Calling for help."

Face pulled his helmet off, touched his forehead. He looked troubled. "I know. I can feel him. In my head. I want to go down there." He looked up into their worried expressions, offered them a wan smile. "Well, mostly I don't. But I can feel the draw."

"You're strong," Tahiri said. "Well fed. You have hope still. He'd have to exert himself more to control you. But I suspect he can. I'm not sure he can't control us."

[...]

Lord Nyax watched as his workers swarmed toward the warriors he could not sense. He did not like the fact that he could not feel them, but he did enjoy seeing his workers kill them—though it was usually at a cost of twenty or thirty workers per warrior.

But he was summoning more workers from all around. No matter how well they hid in the ruined undercity, his call reached them and forced many, most, to climb free of their hiding holes, to stumble and then walk and then race toward the scene of this conflict.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Nyax throws a piece of stone at Luke Skywalker, intending to hit the Jedi the moment he lands from a jump. He then leaps up and over Mara Jade Skywalker and Tahiri Veila as the two women jump down at him from above, and then Nyax launches a powerful mental attack against the three Jedi. The attack is strong enough to freeze the Jedi in their tracks and even cause Luke to collapse from the pain. However, once Tahiri powers through the pain Nyax is sending her, Luke and Mara are able to recollect themselves and defend properly:

Then he sensed something and looked up. A bar of energy flashed, and three people fell out of a hole in the ceiling.

They drifted laterally to the top of the slope of the black wall, riding it down, using their power to slow their descent, keep their balance, increasing the friction between the clothes on their feet and the wall's surface.

Lord Nyax moved to be beneath them. He ignited his blades, all of them. He knew they'd be here, knew it from the moment they stopped chasing him. He wished they'd go away instead of tiring him.

The foremost of them, the male, slid down until he was not far above Lord Nyax's reach, then leapt free, somersaulting to land somewhere behind him. Lord Nyax reached out as the male came down; he slid a sharp-edged piece of stone toward the male's landing area, timing it so that the stone would shear through the male's legs. But the male slowed his descent and rotation, landing atop the stone instead of in front of it, and bounded off, toward Lord Nyax. Meanwhile, the women leapt clear of the stone, spinning down toward him, igniting their weapons as they came.

Lord Nyax leapt free of the center of their formation, bounding up over the head of the red-haired female. He hit the stone wall feetfirst, shoved off, and rotated to a landing many steps away from the three pests.

Then he made a thought and drove it into their heads.

It hit Luke like a razorbug fired straight through his forehead. Luke staggered under the pain. His back hit the irregular floor. He waved his lightsaber up and in front of him, a defensive form, but there was no follow-up blow for him to counter.

There was, however, a new priority. He was to switch off his lightsaber and then go attack the Yuuzhan Vong. He leapt to his feet and turned his weapon off. He could see Mara and Tahiri doing the same.

But that would mean dying—and, worse, failing.

No, its what he had to do.

No, he couldn't do that.

He stood, frozen by the dilemma, straining against the thought that filled his mind, the thought that was slowly driving out every other consideration.

So he did what he had to whenever he was confused. He reached out, touching Mara in the Force. He didn't have to open his mind to her; his mind was as open as it could be, held open by Lord Nyax's thought. He just had to reach for her, and she was there, locked in as much confusion and pain as he.

She had no answer for him. He reached for Tahiri and found her to be identically immobile.

He felt Lord Nyax grow impatient, then angry, and Lord Nyax expressed his anger through pain. Luke felt his fingers and toes, hands and feet, shins and forearms explode. He fell, writhing, then stared in amazement as he realized that his limbs were still attached—the pain was real, but no injury had caused it. He could feel Mara's pain, feel Tahiri's.

There was something different about Tahiri's. He looked over to where she lay.

She was rolling to her stomach, forcing her way to her feet. Off-balance, weaving as she stood, she nevertheless managed to pick up her lightsaber and ignite it. She looked at Nyax, anger blazing in her eyes. "I know something about pain you don't," she said. "Pain drowns other people. I just swim in it." She took a step toward her tormentor.

Luke could feel Nyax's anger, his moment of confusion. And though Luke couldn't move, he could act. He reached out through the Force and grabbed the stone that Nyax had tried to use against him moments earlier. He jerked it toward his enemy.

And though he was weakened by pain, by distraction, it flew those few meters and slammed into Nyax's back, driving him forward, slamming him off his feet.

Tahiri leapt forward, bringing her lightsaber down in an all-out attack. Nyax managed to get one of his arm-blades up to intercept it, then kicked out, shoving off against a pile of rubble. He slid away from Tahiri, and the slide continued well past the point that it should, carrying him clear of her . . . but he left skin and blood behind on rubble he crossed.

Luke felt Nyax's astonishment, his outrage at having been wounded, however trivially. Then Nyax drove another thought into Luke's brain: Kill Tahiri.

This time, Luke was ready for it. He'd had a moment to center his thoughts and, most important, emotions. He was ready with his memories of Tahiri, all the time's he'd been delighted as she'd made another gain in her study of the Force, all the hopes he'd had for her future and happiness. He could hold up like a shield his memory of her love for his nephew Anakin Solo. All those memories blunted Nyax's attack, shattered its speartip.

Luke reached for Mara again and found her similarly armored, but with logic, not emotion. Running through her mind was a cold calculation of allies and opponents, actions and consequences. Uppermost in it was was a realization that Nyax could rule any individual, and out of individuals whole galaxies were made.

But deep beneath the analysis was a stream of emotion, an awareness of their son Ben, of what he would be if Nyax could find him and shape him.

Luke came up on shaky legs, felt Mara doing the same. And though Nyax was not letting up on the pain-energy, it affected Luke less now. He could feel Tahiri's part in that, the way she opened herself to the pain, was not daunted by it, was not shut down by it.

They faced Nyax as a single creature. The part of them that was Mara rejected the false truths Nyax tried to impose upon them. The part of them that was Luke rejected the false hatreds, the lying enmities. The part that was Tahiri made the pain part of what they were, a fuel for their strength.

Nyax looked between them, and a flicker of distress, a childlike expression of fear, crossed his features.

Then all four of them felt the wall break. Whatever was beyond it roared forth to sweep them away.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Nyax was using his mental compulsion to control construction droid workers in order to break free and release the Force wellspring underneath the Jedi Temple on Coruscant:

Luke could feel Tahiri's sense of shock; it matched his own. "Did he drive a hole all the way to the surface?" she asked.

"I think so," Luke said. He turned his attention to the beings at the summit of the construction droid. He could feel their confusion, too. Nyax, his objective accomplished, had released them. As their volition returned, their physical exertions, their outrage at the way they had been violated for so long, overwhelmed them.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Telekinesis

Telekinesis is a common Force ability that affords the user the ability to alter and distort the environment and reality around them.

Nyax is proficient with the ability "Move object":

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Nyax lifts a piece of the floor with the Force to intercept an acid attack from a voxyn:

The voxyn, canny and old, charged to within three meters of Lord Nyax and then arched its back. It made a noise like a bedchamber's worth of carpet being suddenly ripped in two, and a gout of dark, smoking liquid sprayed from its mouth.

A portion of flooring between the voxyn and Lord Nyax tore free, lifting into the fluid's path. The voxyn's acid splashed across it, almost instantly burning through it, but its momentum was arrested. It and the flooring fell, the sound of the chemical reaction of the acid audible even at this distance.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Amped by the Force wellspring, Nyax easily uses the Force to shoot a "plug" some ten meters across in the ceiling up and out of sight and then divert all of the debris falling on him afterwards:

Nyax finished dancing. He turned to look at the Jedi. His expression was so full of uncomplicated happiness that it seemed implausible that he would every try to hurt them.

Nor did he attack them now. He simply raised a hand.

Above him, a portion of the ceiling, a plug some ten meters across, shot straight up and out of sight. Debris rained down, but drifted to one side before it could hit Nyax. Tremendous crashing noises emerged from the hole above, and the walls all around them began to shake.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Amped by the Force wellspring, Nyax floats up and through the hole he had in the ceiling and away from Luke Skywalker:

Luke thumbed his lightsaber into incandescence and marched toward the creature with Irek Ismaren's face. Let's finish this.

But Nyax, ignoring him, lifted straight up into the air and floated up through the hole his Force powers had made. In a moment he was out of sight.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Amped by the Force wellspring, Nyax twirls large boulders around himself while levitating in the air and creates a spray of rubble that launches debris strong and large enough to destroy coralskippers and as far as kilometers away:

Coralskippers rose from the formation in sudden flight, attempting to get away from the stream of crude projectiles, but those who rose first ran into another stream, this one moving much faster; chunks of rock and duracrete pounded into the yorik coral, eroding it like a super-powered sandblaster, destroying those vehicles.

At first glance Luke thought that Mara had initiated that attack, adding her strength to his and Tahiri's, but he realized after only a moment that it felt wrong. He leapt up through the hatch Mara had opened, landing beside her on the construction droid's roof. Tahiri was only a second behind him.

From here, they had a clearer view of the sky full of coralskippers and of the ziggurat behind them.

From the ziggurat emerged a column of rubble. As it rose, it parted, arcing away from its point of emergence in all directions like a water spray. But this spray was being flung kilometers in every direction, chewing through building tops and coralskippers as it landed.

And above its center, where the rubble no longer rose, floated Nyax. Giant boulders danced in and out through the rubble spray, weaving a lovely spiral through the air.

"Another Jedi academy graduate," Tahiri breathed. "He can lift really big rocks."

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Amped by the Force wellspring, Nyax would continue to launch several tons of rubble and divert streams of debris to take out flying coralskippers:

From here they could see the hole in the ziggurat roof widening. With every moment that passed, more tons of rubble poured up and out of the hole and flew out to pour onto surrounding kilometers of buildings. Some streams diverted to hose coralskippers out of the air. The lines of giant boulders still danced their merry circles around Nyax.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Amped by the Force wellspring, Nyax takes back control of a stream of debris that Luke Skywalker tried to hurl at him and sends it back at the Jedi Master:

As their vehicle came closer to Nyax, Luke stretched forth his hand. He snatched a portion of the rubble stream from beneath them, bent its course, sent it hurtling toward Nyax.

Nyax reacted without moving, regaining control of the stream, hurling it at Luke.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Force Sense

Force Sense is a basic power allowing Force sensitives to sense their surroundings, feel and determine the thoughts or feelings of others, feel ripples in the Force signifying important events, the presence of the dark side, or even sense the future.

Nyax knows the ability "Improved Sense Surroundings":

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Nyax was able to sense Luke Skywalker and his team searching for him:

Lord Nyax felt the distant hunger. Something wanted him.

That was all right. He wanted it, too. Anything that was so anxious for him deserved to be encountered.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Luke Skywalker senses that Nyax senses him:

Luke could feel it as Nyax detected them. The pale giant rotated in the air to face them, his smile changing from one of simple pleasure to one of malice.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Hatred/Horror

Hatred is a dark side ability that allows a user to radiate their hatred in waves and send them at another person. Horror is a dark side ability that can raise the fear of another, potentially driving them to insanity.

Nyax quite possibly knows the dark side ability Hatred or Horror, and he is credited as knowing the talent "Channel Aggression":

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While fighting a Yuuzhan Vong hunting party, Nyax released such a powerful wave of dark side energy that human Senator Viqi Shesh was physically knocked over and stuck in a fetal position for the whole fight. She described the feeling as if she spent all of her years packing all of the hateful emotions a person could feel into a room and then having it burst at once and carrying her away.

She heard the voxyn's hisses go from excited to ferocious, heard their handlers call after them as they yanked leashes free from the handlers' grips.

"Jeedai!" called one of the warriors. "Now you die!"

Viqi heard the distinctive snap-hiss of a Jedi lightsaber igniting. One point on the far wall of the manufacturing chamber and the ceiling above it were illuminated by red light—moving light. The claws of the voxyn scrabbled as they charged for their prey.

Then there was another snap-hiss, and another, and another. The distant red glow brightened. Viqi saw the silhouette of a voxyn leaping high, vaulting intervening machinery, backlit by the glow—and then something rose to meet the voxyn in mid-flight.

It was not a Jedi, not a lightsaber blade. A block of machinery two meters on a side flew up from below and crashed into the leaping voxyn, striking with such force that Viqi heard the creature's bones shatter. The impact smashed the voxyn back through the air, a wobbly caricature of a once-living beast. The voxyn's body crashed onto the factory's duracrete floor and the block of machinery landed upon it, breaking more bones, and stuck there, not bouncing or rolling forward as it should have.

"Forward," Denua Ku said. He whipped his amphistaff free from his waist and charged after the other Yuuzhan Vong warriors, who now howled in rage and anticipation.

Viqi took two steps in Denua Ku's wake and then something crashed into her, took her from her feet, slapped her to the duracrete.

It was not a physical thing. It was despair and hatred, loathing and worthlessness, fear and howling rage. It was as though Viqi had spent every one of her years packing all the hateful emotions an ordinary person felt into a storeroom—and suddenly all the pressure had burst through the door and swept her away. She could only lie there, her arms and legs twitching outside her control, her stomach rebelling, her heart hammering inside her.

She heard the howl of the second voxyn, heard the ripping noise of the creature vomiting its acid at its prey. Then there was the sound of lightsabers swinging, hacking. Meat in great quantities slapping down onto the duracrete.

Viqi writhed in time with the war cries of the Yuuzhan Vong and, one by one, she heard them die under the almost musical tones of the lightsabers.

Then there was only the sound of lightsabers cutting, and cutting, and cutting.

The emotional agony that had gripped Viqi lessened—only a little. She managed to roll over onto her stomach and slowly, painfully came upright.

She knew the beings on the other side of the chamber had just killed everything that had entered the chamber with her. She wanted nothing more than to charge at them, to rip them to pieces with her bare hands.

But as she stood, some faint instinct of self-preservation rose within her, and one thought made up of words emerged: Run, or die.

She turned toward the doorway, and lurched out toward the light.

As she reached the doorway, she put her hand out to steady herself against the metal door that had once protected the factory's interior. It fell away from her grip, crashing down onto the duracrete with a tremendous clang.

The lightsabers in the distance switched off. Viqi froze. She waited, ears straining at the sudden silence.

Then she heard it, the padding of feet coming her way.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Elsewhere on Coruscant/Yuuzhan'tar, Luke Skywalker, Mara Jade Skywalker, Tahiri Veila, and even Danni Quee had all felt the powerful burst of energy Nyax released when fighting the Yuuzhan Vong hunting party. Luke felt "saturated" with a desire to kill every living thing in his vicinity, and Tahiri felt worse than after her torturing and conditioning from the Yuuzhan Vong and even admits that if the attack had been directed at her, it would have taken control of her:

Luke came awake and rose in a single smooth motion.

He didn't have to ask if Mara had felt it, too. She was awake, gripping her lightsaber, ready to ignite it.

Luke stepped out into the corridor. It was dimmed for sleeping, but Danni, too, was emerging, and Tahiri, who had been on guard in the corridor as the others slept, stared into one wall, through the wall, at something that was far away and toward the ground. "It's there again," she said, her voice faint.

Luke took a few deep breaths. He couldn't remember what he had just been dreaming—only that, for a moment, he had been filled, even saturated, with a desire to rise and kill every living being thing in his vicinity. Absurdly, he still felt loathing and contempt for his companions, for his wife, but as his mind and memory struggled to assert themselves, those emotions began to fade. "What did you feel?" he asked.

Tahiri shook her head, and Luke could finally see the lone tear flowing down her farther cheek. "Awfulness," she said. "More awful than when I was coming out of my conditioning and started to figure out what I'd almost become. It was all through me, through the Force. It almost had control of me. I think maybe it could have had control, if it had known I was here." The despair in her voice was heartbreaking.

None of the Wraiths had emerged from their new quarters. That made sense. This was a Force sending, a Force problem, and the Wraiths, largely oblivious to the Force, were not troubled.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Nyax causes two humans to fall to their knees, the woman of the two to gag:

There was a distant noise, a low-pitched roar that raised the hair on Viqi's arms and the nape of her neck. The man and woman hesitated, looking back the way Viqi had come.

Then it washed across her again, the feeling of hatred and lowness that had brought her down in the manufacturing chamber. It had the same effect on the man and woman; they paled and sank to their knees, the woman gagging, perhaps prevented from vomiting only by near-starvation.

Viqi scrambled around on the floor, turned toward her original direction of flight, and crawled as fast as paralysis gripping her arms and legs would let her.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Nyax's presence caused a group of people to riot, smashing everything in sight, and appeared to have been on stimulants for days or weeks:

Luke, Face, and Bhindi crouched in a crater that had been one corner of a skyscraper—the same skyscraper in which, minutes before, the pale man had stood. They were about twenty stories above the window the figure had occupied, and all three had macrobinoculars trained on the viewport Luke had, minutes before, tried to open.

The room beyond the viewport was filled with people. They wore tatters. Some wore nothing but dried mud and blood. There was a light in their eyes that suggested they were on stimulants and had been for days or weeks. They rampaged through the Starfighter Command office, destroying every piece of furniture, smashing every wall, a riot whose violence was directed at everything and nothing.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Nyax releases a wave of hatred that compels a group of workers to charge and attack twenty Yuuzhan Vong warriors:

Lord Nyax smiled as the warriors, twenty of them now, spread out in a semicircle. They approached him, amphistaffs ready, some of them handling thudbugs or razorbugs. They moved through the crowd of workers, contemptuously shoving those beings aside, hurling them off their feet.

The beam Mara was on bobbed more deeply as Luke arrived. He stretched out behind her and pulled out his own macrobinoculars.

Mara felt a sudden surge of hatred—not for Luke, not for Lord Nyax, but for the Yuuzhan Vong. She knew it to be a sentiment from outside her, and that kept it from being quite as compelling as it could have been.

And in that same instant, the workers screamed in rage of their own and swarmed the Yuuzhan Vong warriors.

The warriors swung and stabbed. Mara saw workers pierced through heart and gut and brain. When those attacks were not instantly mortal, they continued running and leaping at the Yuuzhan Vong, crashing into them, bearing them to the floor by weight of numbers.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Even in death, by using the power of the Force wellspring, Nyax is able to transmit his pain to anything close enough to feel it. Luke Skywalker feels as if his skin was burning and saw that the pain was affecting Mara Jade Skywalker, Tahiri Veila, Danni Quee, and even the non-Force sensitive Kell:

The power-wielders who had hurt him were not visible. But two chunks of coral he could not feel with his own power, big ones, were approaching him from two different directions.

His enemies had to be aboard them, hidden by whatever power they possessed to block his senses. Since they never gave up, they must be coming back after him. They had to be aboard because he would not sleep until they were dead.

He roared out his pain and sent ton after ton of rubble into the sky.

Kell lost altitude and slid to a landing on a rooftop four kilometers from the ziggurat. From here, they would see the two Vong mataloks, cruiser analogs, approaching from north and south.

Two sprays of rubble leapt from the hole in the ziggurat, each going after one of the mataloks. Nyax's aim was getting worse; in the first few seconds of the attack, neither Vong ship took a hit.

And both fired, raining plasma projectiles as numerous as raindrops into the ziggurat.

Luke jerked as he felt his flesh burn. He looked at his arm, but no blackness appeared there, no seared flesh. It was Nyax, his pain being transmitted to all close enough to feel it, and he could see that pain reflected in the faces of Mara, Tahiri, Danni, even Kell.

Then the rubble streams hit the mataloks. They poured across the vessels, some small portions of them being swallowed by voids, the majority eating away at the yorik coral as though it were sugar. The mataloks sideslipped, desperately trying to avoid the streams of destruction, but the rubble blasts tracked them, followed them, wore them down.

A constriction in Luke's chest, one he had been unaware of until now, suddenly loosened, vanished. "He's dead."

"Lord Nyax?" Face frowned back at him. "I don't think so. Look, more rubble than ever is flying out of there."

"Luke is right," Mara said. Her voice had a distant quality as she tried to interpret what she felt through the Force. "Nyax is gone. But he's imbued his surroundings with some of his hatred. Some of his last intent."

The mataloks rose above the rubble-stream, launching a new volley of plasma before the blasts tracked them, tore into them again. In the distance, more Yuuzhan Vong capital ships raced toward the disturbance.

"It's going to continue," Luke said, "as long as some part of him is there. As long as some part of him can exert his will on his surroundings, and that wellspring of the Force allows it to happen. But he's gone." He took a deep breath. "Let's go home."

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Force Jump

Force Jump or Leap is the usage of the Force to augment one's jumping ability.

Nyax is proficient in the ability Force Jump, called "Surge" here:

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Nyax jumps up a half dozen meters:

Lord Nyax leapt upward a half-dozen meters and then, impossibly, just hung there in space, smiling down at the Jedi and the Yuuzhan Vong.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Nyax retreats from Luke, Mara, and Tahiri, sometimes jumping from building to building in leaps greater than what the Jedi could do:

Lord Nyax led the three Jedi on a high-speed run through the ruins of Coruscant. He could travel faster than they could, because from time to time he'd simply leap from one building to the next one over, usually a leap too great for them to match.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Crucitorn

Crucitorn is a Force ability that allows a user to decrease physical pain or transcend it beyond their normal thresholds.

Amped by the Force wellspring, Nyax uses the Force to overcome the pain of being struck by two thudbugs/razorbugs and then to try and force feeling and sensation back into his legs:

Something slammed into his back, just below the point where his internal armor plate protected him. His eyes snapped wide. He had not felt it coming. He used his power to overcome the pain.

A second thing struck him. He felt bones in his lower back shatter. Numbness flowed across his legs. He extended greater control over himself, desperately trying to force sensation into those limbs, as he turned.

His third antagonist, the smaller female with the yellow hair, rode another boulder, lying upon it and gripping it with one hand. She looked at him with alien mercilessness in her eyes. She barely registered in his special senses—she must have closed herself off to the power, reducing his ability to detect her, his ability to anticipate her moves.

Something was wrong. He had the pain under control. He was full of the power. He should be able to make anything happen, anytime.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Lightsaber and Combat Skill

Nyax is proficient with lightsabers, pistols, and simple weapons:

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Nyax has had almost all of humanity burned out of his brain and is a predator whose only goal is to dominate:

"I guess that leaves me with only one more question." Luke returned the datapad to his belt pouch and prepared himself for what he expected to be more bad news. "Is there any way to save him? To befriend him, teach him about the light side?"

Baljos finally became serious. "I don't think so. He's had almost all humanity burned out of his brain. He's just a predator whose only goal is to dominate."

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Nyax fights and defeats a Yuuzhan Vong hunting party and two diseased voxyn. He starts the fight off by killing a voxyn by smashing its body with a large piece of machinery and then cuts the remaining warriors and voxyn to pieces:

She heard the voxyn's hisses go from excited to ferocious, heard their handlers call after them as they yanked leashes free from the handlers' grips.

"Jeedai!" called one of the warriors. "Now you die!"

Viqi heard the distinctive snap-hiss of a Jedi lightsaber igniting. One point on the far wall of the manufacturing chamber and the ceiling above it were illuminated by red light—moving light. The claws of the voxyn scrabbled as they charged for their prey.

Then there was another snap-hiss, and another, and another. The distant red glow brightened. Viqi saw the silhouette of a voxyn leaping high, vaulting intervening machinery, backlit by the glow—and then something rose to meet the voxyn in mid-flight.

It was not a Jedi, not a lightsaber blade. A block of machinery two meters on a side flew up from below and crashed into the leaping voxyn, striking with such force that Viqi heard the creature's bones shatter. The impact smashed the voxyn back through the air, a wobbly caricature of a once-living beast. The voxyn's body crashed onto the factory's duracrete floor and the block of machinery landed upon it, breaking more bones, and stuck there, not bouncing or rolling forward as it should have.

"Forward," Denua Ku said. He whipped his amphistaff free from his waist and charged after the other Yuuzhan Vong warriors, who now howled in rage and anticipation.

Viqi took two steps in Denua Ku's wake and then something crashed into her, took her from her feet, slapped her to the duracrete.

It was not a physical thing. It was despair and hatred, loathing and worthlessness, fear and howling rage. It was as though Viqi had spent every one of her years packing all the hateful emotions an ordinary person felt into a storeroom—and suddenly all the pressure had burst through the door and swept her away. She could only lie there, her arms and legs twitching outside her control, her stomach rebelling, her heart hammering inside her.

She heard the howl of the second voxyn, heard the ripping noise of the creature vomiting its acid at its prey. Then there was the sound of lightsabers swinging, hacking. Meat in great quantities slapping down onto the duracrete.

Viqi writhed in time with the war cries of the Yuuzhan Vong and, one by one, she heard them die under the almost musical tones of the lightsabers.

Then there was only the sound of lightsabers cutting, and cutting, and cutting.

The emotional agony that had gripped Viqi lessened—only a little. She managed to roll over onto her stomach and slowly, painfully came upright.

She knew the beings on the other side of the chamber had just killed everything that had entered the chamber with her. She wanted nothing more than to charge at them, to rip them to pieces with her bare hands.

But as she stood, some faint instinct of self-preservation rose within her, and one thought made up of words emerged: Run, or die.

She turned toward the doorway, and lurched out toward the light.

As she reached the doorway, she put her hand out to steady herself against the metal door that had once protected the factory's interior. It fell away from her grip, crashing down onto the duracrete with a tremendous clang.

The lightsabers in the distance switched off. Viqi froze. She waited, ears straining at the sudden silence.

Then she heard it, the padding of feet coming her way.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Luke Skywalker even suggests that he, Mara, and Tahiri help Yuuzhan Vong warriors fend off the crazed workers because they "desperately" need any resource they can get to help with dealing with Nyax:

"We have to help," Luke said.

Mara turned. Luke was wrapping the cord of his belt-grapnel, long abandoned but definitely a useful tool for the exploration of Coruscant's lower reaches, around the metal beam.

"Help who?"

"Help the Vong. Yeah, I know, I know, it's something you've never heard anyone say before." Luke rolled off the beam and fell, his descent arrested by his hand on the cord; more cord deployed from his belt as he descended. "I'm not worried about the fate of the Yuuzhan Vong," he told her. "But we desperately need any resources we can use against Lord Nyax."

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Nyax easily kills a sickly voxyn:

In the corner of her eye, she saw the voxyn charge Lord Nyax. He dodged under the beast's leap and flexed an arm. His elbow-blade sheared through the voxyn's gut, slicing the beast cleanly in two. It landed in pieces behind him.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Nyax fights a large group of Yuuzhan Vong warriors and the Jedi Luke Skywalker, Mara Jade Skywalker, and Tahiri Veila. He kills eight Yuuzhan Vong warriors in the first eight seconds of the fight and even very nearly manages to get Luke and Mara to attack each other with the power of his hatred:

Viqi watched the huge pale man slaughter Yuuzhan Vong warriors.

The first two warriors stopped a dozen steps from the thing and hurled thudbugs. The pale man twitched and the lightsaber blades from one forearm and one knee rose, incinerating the living weapons.

Two more warriors raced up and, under cover of more thrown thudbugs, charged, whipping their amphistaffs around, one lashing out with the tail and the other with fangs.

The pale man stepped in close to the second warrior. The first warrior's fang attack missed by a meter. The pale man's left forearm blade lashed out at the second warrior, who blocked the attack by catching the blade in an amphistaff coil. Then the pale man's left elbow blade raked across the warrior's throat, separating it from his body. Meanwhile, the pale man's right-arm, right-elbow, right-knee blades rose, darted, swayed, and wherever they went, incandescences flared—sign of thudbugs being vaporized.

The pale man flipped the dead warrior's amphistaff toward the first warrior. The warrior contemptuously swept it out of the way, overcorrected as his own staff came back to block a lightsaber thrust—and could not block the other lightsaber blade as it simultaneously thrust into his helmet's eye socket. He fell, smoke pouring from the mask as he died.

More warriors arrived—two still threw thudbugs, four more skidded to a stop beside them and waited for a bare second to calculate their strategy.

A piece of ceiling steel whirled down like a spinning sawblade from above. It flashed across the warriors' position at knee height, and just for a fraction of a second Viqi thought that it had missed. Then those six warriors collapsed, legs severed at the knees, blood gouting from the stumps and limbs.

Seconds had passed. Eight Yuuzhan Vong warriors and their voxyn were dead. Seventeen more remained.

These warriors approached more cautiously. Directed by Denua Ku, they circled around the smiling, confident pale man who towered over them.

The whirling steel panel came around for another pass, but this time, a chunk of machinery, an air-cooling unit a meter on a side, fired off from the floor as though it were a guided missile and hurtled into the sheet's path. The sheet wrapped around it with a ferocious, almost feral shriek of metal bending, and both fell to the floor.

The pale man looked off to Viqi's left. She followed its gaze. There, advancing on the pale man, lightsabers lit, were Luke Skywalker and Mara Jade.

Luke and Mara approached Lord Nyax and his Yuuzhan Vong attackers. They kept their guards up, their senses—both physical and Force—alert.

Luke searched the face in front of him. He looked for some trace of humanity. He saw only smiling mockery, and he could feel the thing through the Force, its appreciation at having slaughtered warriors, its appreciation at the thought of slaughtering Luke and Mara.

There was no recognition in its emotion, no acknowledgement of kinship of any sort.

"I don't know if you can understand me," Luke said. "But whatever you're doing, whatever your plans are, I have to stop you."

Lord Nyax's smile grew broader. It seemed to recognize Luke's intent, even if it could not grasp his words.

Then it answered—not in words, but in images. Luke saw the power of its will, expressed through the Force, rolling over the remaining people of Coruscant like water roaring down a canyon through a burst dam. He saw them sweeping across Coruscant, killing and eating everything in their way—the Yuuzhan Vong, the disobedient, the Force-blind. He saw the workers here boarding the machine beneath their feet, crashing it through kilometers of buildings until they came to some place, a source for more power to fuel this glorious, deliriously happy destructive impulse.

In that instant, Luke joined in the plan. He longed to slaughter the outsiders, those who did not understand or join. He longed to taste their flesh.

He turned to Mara, beckoning her to join. She was facing the Yuuzhan Vong warriors, preventing them from surprising Luke with an attack, but her gaze was yanked to Luke. Her eyes widened, and he could feel her leaning toward him, leaning toward acceptance of this crucial duty.

But the sight of her brought memories. Luke saw worlds of beauty. He saw his son, composed of Luke and Mara and years to come. Around the edges of Lord Nyax's command he felt the Force, its other natures, the life from which it flowed.

He turned back toward Lord Nyax and struggled to find the words to express his thought. "I . . . stand . . . in . . . your . . . way."

It was the Jedi way. Jedi did not attack. But to position oneself in the path of a violent aggressor who would not yield achieved the same result.

[...]

And here he was again. "I stand in your way," Luke repeated, and was pleased that he had regained control over his voice. "What you see, you will not achieve."

The expression on Lord Nyax's face turned from mocking amusement to seriousness . . . even sadness, for a brief moment, as though the thing at last recognized kinship and discovered that it did not bridge the gulf between the two of them.

Then it charged.

Kell finished binding Viqi's hands behind her back and looked up in time to see Lord Nyax lunge toward Luke.

Luke raised his lightsaber, caught the downward sweep of Lord Nyax's right-hand forearm weapon. He spun clockwise, narrowing his profile as the left-hand forearm blade thrust toward him, and kept his guard up in time to intercept the right-hand elbow blade. Mara leapt forward, unleashing two fast blows that the thing's left-elbow blade caught, then folded over nearly double as she leapt back from a strike from its left knee.

The Yuuzhan Vong warriors unloaded handfuls of thudbugs and razorbugs, heedless of which of the targets they might hit, but the two Jedi and Lord Nyax flicked the weapons out of the air or dodged them entirely.

Two Jedi? Three. Suddenly Tahiri was in their midst, coming up on Luke's left, blocking a follow-up blow from the elbow blade on that side.

[...]

Denua Ku watched the pale Jeedai, and for a moment admiration almost drowned out the revulsion he felt at the notion of having abomination-machines like lightsabers touching one's own flesh.

The pale thing fought with a savagery and speed unlike those of any warrior he had ever seen. And it was untrained. With his experienced warrior's eye, he could see that its movements were instinctive, a fact revealed in the creature's failure to throw effective combinations of blows, its inability to gauge which way its enemies would leap when it attacked them.

If it had been born Yuuzhan Vong, if he'd been able to train it for a year, even half a year, he could have turned this thing into the greatest warrior who was not himself named a god. As it was, he'd have to kill this thing.

Even if the Jeedai, too, wanted it dead, it was still an abomination. And it was the greater threat. It had to die first. He threw his last razorbug, then lunged forward into hand-to-hand range, probing at the pale thing's back with the tail-tip of his amphistaff.

The pale thing spun, sending its knee blade toward Denua Ku's guts. He blocked the sweep with his amphistaff, but the impact was tremendous; it threw him back off his feet. He rolled backward and came upright, saw one of his warriors perform a similar probing assault . . . and this warrior took a forearm blade through the throat.

Nine Yuuzhan Vong warriors down. Sixteen to go. The numbers were becoming worse.

A tremendous mechanical roar shook the chamber. It lowered slightly in volume but became steady, filling the air.

"It's a delaying tactic!" Mara shouted over the roar.

"I know!" Luke shouted back. "It's working! I'm being delayed!" He stopped a forearm-swing and was driven back a step, stopped the follow-up elbow swing and was driven back a step, jumped back to avoid the knee-strike and discovered it was only a feint; Lord Nyax's leg snapped back and caught a Yuuzhan Vong warrior in the crotch, collapsing the warrior despite its armor.

Every step took the Jedi and the warriors toward the center of the chamber. The floor vibrated beneath their feet.

"What?" Mara said.

"I didn't say anything!"

"Not you! Speak up, Face!"

Luke waved Mara back. She jumped up and backward in a somersault, taking her out of Lord Nyax's range, and took out her comlink, holding it up to her ear. Tahiri took her place, swinging her lightsaber defensively, eyes wide as she analyzed her attacker's motions and patterns.

[...]

Unable to hear, Mara bit off a curse. She tucked her comlink away and jumped back into the fight, deflected a pair of thudbugs, took a swipe at Lord Nyax's hand; its arm rotated and it caught the attack on its lightsaber blade.

Luke flipped over the pale thing, striking as he went; his blow was blocked.

Tahiri, in front, lunged forward . . . and stumbled, right into the path of a knee blade. Mara reached out, an effort to shove with the Force, knowing that she was too late, knowing that the knee-blade would emerge in a fraction of a second from the back of Tahiri's skull—but Tahiri whipped to the side, still in control, still in balance, even as Luke crashed feetfirst into Lord Nyax's neck, forcing its head down toward its own knee-blade.

The blade turned itself off. Lord Nyax's head passed through empty space. Luke, backflipping to his feet, offered up an expression of bafflement and frustration.

Mara sighed. It had been a feint, an effort to trick the thing into spearing itself with its own weapons. But its designers had been too thorough. There were fail-safes.

The floor rocked under their feet. Mara felt the crash from below as much as she heard it.

Lord Nyax leapt upward a half-dozen meters and then, impossibly, just hung there in space, smiling down at the Jedi and the Yuuzhan Vong.

Mara realized, a fraction of a second too late, that it had merely grabbed the same cord by which she and Luke had descended. Then the floor went out from under her.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

NOTE: The fight ends here because Nyax activated a machine that put a hole in the floor, separating him from the Yuuzhan Vong and Jedi.

After all this, a fight with Nyax was something Luke Skywalker wasn't even sure he himself could win:

"We're going down there." Luke closed his eyes, just for a moment, as the weight of that decision pressed upon him. He was about to lead his wife and a teenager into a situation he wasn't sure he could handle, a situation that was likely to get them all killed.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

The strategy that enabled the three Jedi to defeat Nyax was based on Tahiri using her Yuuzhan Vong half's skills to basically become invisible in the Force. While Luke and Mara Jade were distracting Nyax with frontal attacks via the Force and their lightsabers, Tahiri snuck around the back and hit Nyax with two thudbugs/razorbugs. The pain from these attacks made Nyax lose control of the debris he was swirling around and eventually fall to his death:

Luke could feel it as Nyax detected them. The pale giant rotated in the air to face them, his smile changing from one of simple pleasure to one of malice. "This is going to be bad," Luke said.

Mara nodded. The wind at this altitude whipped her hair into a life of its own, making it look like a candle flame in a strong breeze. "Any ideas?"

"I have one." Tahiri knelt to improve her balance while she stared ahead. In the distance, this stream of boulders took a sharp turn, then moved to within a few meters of Nyax's position and beyond. "Just past that point. Distract him. I'll finish him."

Luke cocked an eyebrow at her. "You'll finish him. How?"

There was something in Tahiri's eyes that sent a chill down Luke's spine. "He could fight the Jedi just by feeling us in the Force," she said. "He couldn't feel the Yuuzhan Vong, so he had to watch. Well, I'm both." She rose and turned away from Luke and Mara, then took the long leap to the next flying boulder back in line. She raced its length, then leaped again to the third boulder down.

"What do you say we take her at her word?" Mara said.

"I'm too tired to argue."

Their boulder reached the end of its straightaway course and turned. It turned more violently than its predecessors had, but Luke and Mara could feel Nyax's intentions in the Force; they kept their feet planted and did not budge.

As their vehicle came closer to Nyax, Luke stretched forth his hand. He snatched a portion of the rubble stream from beneath them, bent its course, sent it hurtling toward Nyax.

Nyax reacted without moving, regaining control of the stream, hurling it at Luke.

Luke leaned over backward, rotating his boulder with him. The oncoming stones crashed into its side and bottom as the rotation continued.

Upside down, clinging by virtue of her enhanced Force strength, Mara ignited her lightsaber and hurled it. It twirled under the flow of boulders, almost invisible through the dense rain of duracrete; then, as it came within meters of Nyax, it twirled up and at him.

His expression changed to one of startlement. With none of his own blades active to protect him, he slipped sideways, out of the lightsaber's path, then turned to watch it as Mara directed its flight. She sent it around in a long loop, preparing it for another approach.

Mara and Luke came upright as their boulder completed its rotation, and Luke could feel Nyax's attention on him, too, waiting for his attack. Luke made it, shoving in the Force, trying to hurl Nyax off balance and onto Mara's blade. The attack was a success, but Nyax activated all his blades as he shoved, and with contemptuous ease he swatted Mara's lightsaber away.

Power flowed through Nyax, such power as no being alive had ever felt. He could reach down into this world, reach through the false crust beneath him, through the natural stone crust beneath that, all the way to where stone turned to sluggish fluid and through to where superheated metals ran like river water. He could crack this world in two, could force the meaningless worker-things to convey him to another, and crack that one, too.

And he was tired of these creatures. They were weaker than he, but so stubborn. Even inventive.

Nyax raised his hands. He would crack the stone they rode on and send it and them hurtling down into the ruins.

Something slammed into his back, just below the point where his internal armor plate protected him. His eyes snapped wide. He had not felt it coming. He used his power to overcome the pain.

A second thing struck him. He felt bones in his lower back shatter. Numbness flowed across his legs. He extended greater control over himself, desperately trying to force sensation into those limbs, as he turned.

His third antagonist, the smaller female with the yellow hair, rode another boulder, lying upon it and gripping it with one hand. She looked at him with alien mercilessness in her eyes. She barely registered in his special senses—she must have closed herself off to the power, reducing his ability to detect her, his ability to anticipate her moves.

Something was wrong. He had the pain under control. He was full of the power. He should be able to make anything happen, anytime.

He did not understand, for he had not been trained in the ways and use of the Force, that the catastrophic failure of the body's functions could interfere with use of the Force. All he did understand was that his control over the boulders, over the debris flow from the ever-widening hole beneath him, was faltering.

The yellow-haired female held up a third missile. It had legs that writhed as she held it.

Nyax gaped at her. It was one of the alien creatures, one of the types flung by the warriors he could not feel. Her type was not supposed to use this. Only the flat-nosed aliens were.

It was unfair. She had cheated.

Before she could throw it, Nyax lost control. He fell, screaming, into the pit he had created.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand
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Lina, The Slayer Respect Thread (DOTA/Netflix)

"I've always been the fire."

Lina is a powerful fire magic user and one of the most important people in the Helio Imperium. She earned her title from Emperor Shabarra after she defended the Imperium's Seventh Legion from an army of arachnids, which helped start her "Slayer" nickname. She acts as the Imperium's defender and is seen as a hero to its citizens. She was elected Regent and had dreams of turning the Imperium into a Helio Republic. This blog will only include Lina feats from Netflix's adaptation of Dota 2.

This thread will be divided into the following categories:

  • Physicals
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Physicals

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Lina is a powerful fire magic user and can use her flames for attack, defense, or flight. She would often burn down the house she was living in because she had no control over her powers, so she spent time learning and living with the Temple of the Sun in order to learn control.

Fire

Flight

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My Respect Threads - Part 1

New one created since I am unable to edit the older ones. These will now be up to date with all the Respect Threads and possibly blogs I create in the future. Links to my other RT Index's will be included as well.

Link for Part 2 and for Part 3.

Star Wars

Old Republic Era

Rise of the Empire Era

Rebellion Era

New Republic/New Jedi Order Era

Legacy Era

Inheritance Cycle

Varden

Empire

Misc.

Naruto

Hokage

Akatsuki

Other

One Piece

Kekkaishi

Fairy Tail

Fairy Tail Guild

Sabertooth Guild

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Tartaros Guild - Nine Demon Gates

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Ikrit Respect Thread

— Credit to Scoundrels Cantina on YouTube for the pic.

Ikrit is a Kushiban Jedi Master who was around during the Golden Age of the Republic and survived on to serve during the New Republic. He was trained by Jedi Master Yoda and went on to mentor Anakin Solo, Tahiri Veila, and become an instructor at Luke Skywalker's Jedi praxeum.

This thread will be divided into the following categories:

  • Accolades
  • Force Knowledge
  • Force Powers
  • Combat Skill

Accolades

As a Jedi Master, Ikrit has a deep understanding of the Force, has unlocked secrets that few Jedi even dream of comprehending, and is widely respected:

Jedi Masters have reached the top of their craft within the Jedi Order. Achieving the title of Jedi Master requires patience, perseverance, and above all, faith in oneself. A deep understanding of the Force is a must, for a Jedi Master is able to unlock powerful secrets that few Jedi even dream of comprehending. It is not a journey that is quickly made, and few Jedi survive long enough to complete it. Those who do are widely respected, and justly so.

Source: Threats of the Galaxy

Ikrit is a powerful adversary:

Though not a warrior, he proved nonetheless a powerful adversary.

Source: Power of the Jedi Sourcebook

Force Powers

Telekinesis

Telekinesis is a common Force ability that affords the user the ability to alter and distort the environment and reality around them.

Ikrit knows the ability "Move Object":

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Ikrit pushes a large freighter 80 meters off of the ground despite the ship's thrusters "burning" to try and keep it down:

"Anakin," Tahiri said, "I think we may have trouble."

"We'll make it, even with the ramp down. We'll figure out what to do about that later."

"That's not what I meant." She pointed up through the cockpit.

Something dark was eclipsing the morning light.

"Sith spawn. They've moved one of the big freighters over the hole."

"Continue," Master Ikrit murmured.

"But—"

"Continue." The diminutive Master was crouched on the floor, eyes closed, his voice a serene purr. Anakin felt a powerful surge in the Force.

"You should strap in, Master."

"No time."

Anakin nodded. "As you say, Master Ikrit." He throttled up. Banging, sparking, and shaking, they shot up toward the belly of their enemy.

"He's pushing it up," Tahiri said in awe. "Master Ikrit is pushing the freighter up."

And indeed, when they emerged, rather than sitting right over the hole, the freighter was some eighty meters off the ground. Its thrusters were burning, pushing it down, but it wasn't budging. Anakin darted his gaze about. The other ships and people on foot had sidled in on all sides but one, so he cut toward the hole as a brutal barrage struck them.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Edge of Victory I: Conquest

Ikrit uses the Force to push a corvette and a light freighter, parting them "as if by two gigantic hands":

Not blinking, Anakin took them through the storm, just as two more ships closed in, completing the trap.

"Help Master Ikrit," Anakin told the Jedi candidates. "Push the freighter up farther."

"Master Ikrit is gone, Anakin," Valin said. "He jumped out of the hatch."

"He what?"

"There he is!" Tahiri shrieked, pointing ahead of them. There Ikrit was indeed, walking toward the blocking ships, a corvette and a light freighter. As he approached them, they were parted as if by two gigantic hands.

"I don't believe it," Anakin said.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Edge of Victory I: Conquest

Ikrit seemed to be diverting blaster bolts away from the ship Anakin Solo was piloting and from himself for a short time:

"I don't believe it," Anakin said. But he gunned forward, nevertheless, aimed at the gap the Jedi Master had created for them. Blaster bolts and laser beams sizzled and hissed in the air, but every shot that might have hit either Ikrit or the ship bent away, missing by centimeters, and still the small Jedi strolled sedately along.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Edge of Victory I: Conquest

Telepathy

Telepathy is the power to sense, communicate and manipulate the thoughts of others.

Ikrit knows the abilities "Affect Mind" and "Telepathy":

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Ikrit was able to send out a message to Anakin Solo while in hibernation, warning him not to mention the dream he had to Luke Skywalker because if he did, Anakin would be unable to find Ikrit and free the Massassi children's spirits:

"You don't have to go with me to the river, Tahiri," Anakin said. "But I feel like I'm being pulled there and I think I've got to go see why."

"Why don't we talk to your uncle Luke about this? Maybe he should come with us," Tahiri suggested.

"No!" Anakin cried. It was the first time Tahiri had heard him speak in a voice much above a whisper. "We can't tell Luke Skywalker. If we do then everything will be lost," Anakin said fiercely.

"What are you talking about, Anakin?" Tahiri asked.

"I don't know," Anakin replied in a surprised voice. "But when you suggested we talk to Uncle Luke I heard a voice inside my head. It said that we can't tell Uncle Luke or everything will be lost."

"What will be lost?" Tahiri asked.

"I don't know," Anakin said with a look of frustration. This was not what he wanted. He was on Yavin 4 to study. To become a Jedi Knight. Now there was a strange voice inside his head telling him to keep something from his uncle Luke. Telling him to sneak out of the academy to raft a river. And the worst part was that he believed in the voice, felt that what it said to him was right. More than that, he believed that the voice came from a Jedi Master. In it, he had heard a strength and calm that was similar to his uncle's voice. Perhaps this unknown Jedi Master needed Anakin to perform an important task, a task that would pave the way for his becoming a Jedi Knight.

But what if he was wrong about the voice? What if he was being drawn to the dark side of the Force? What if, he wondered, it's calling me just as it did my grandfather Anakin Skywalker? There was only one way to find out.

Source: Junior Jedi Knights: The Golden Globe

Ikrit would also tell Anakin Solo that the raft he and Tahiri needed to travel down the river would be there for them to use at the edge of the river:

"The raft will be at the edge of the river," Anakin whispered to Tahiri the following morning across their class desks.

"How do you know that?" Tahiri whispered back.

"I just know -- that same voice, the one that told me we can't talk to Uncle Luke about our dream, told me last night," Anakin replied. He stared in frustration at Tahiri. She wanted answers that he just didn't have. Last night, right before he'd fallen into the same dream, he'd heard the voice. It told him not to worry. That the raft he and Tahiri needed would be at the edge of the river. That they should both sneak out of the academy and go to the raft.

Source: Junior Jedi Knights: The Golden Globe

Ikrit informs Anakin Solo that there is an exit to the jungle in the hangar bay at the bottom of the Great Temple:

"Where should we meet?" Tahiri asked her friend.

"The hangar bay in the bottom of the Temple. It has an exit door that opens into the jungle," Anakin said.

"How do you know that?" Tahiri asked in surprise.

"It's that voice in my head again," Anakin explained.

Source: Junior Jedi Knights: The Golden Globe

Ikrit talks in Anakin Solo's head and tells him that there are different kinds of power, which allows the young Jedi trainee to lighten Tahiri and give her strength enough to grab the paddle he was reaching to her, saving her from drowning in a river:

"Grab the paddle, Tahiri!" Anakin screamed above the storm. He could barely see his friend in the tumbling waves. Her orange jumpsuit flashed between the rolls of water. He watched as Tahiri struggled toward him, her arms thrashing wildly.

"I can't reach the paddle!" she cried.

"Try again," Anakin yelled.

Tahiri tried, but was once more swept beneath a wave. She was running out of strength. Anakin didn't know what to do. He had power in his arms, but that couldn't help his friend.

"There are all different kinds of power," a strange voice spoke inside Anakin's head.

"What does that mean?" Anakin screamed into the wind. There was no answer. He turned toward Tahiri. "Try again," he called. But this time his voice wasn't a scream -- it was a command, a command said with the power of the Force. Anakin knew that some Jedi Masters could use their voices to control people. Could it be that he also had that ability? He watched as Tahiri thrashed toward the paddle he was holding out to her. She seemed stronger than before, but Anakin wasn't sure how much longer she could hold herself above the water. He closed his eyes and focused on Tahiri's body, just as he had focused on the two-kilogram weight that he and Tahiri had lifted in class. Be light, he commanded. Anakin opened his eyes and saw that Tahiri's head and shoulders were now above the water. Before another wave could sweep Tahiri away, she grasped the paddle.

"Hang on," Anakin instructed. He leaned over to pull his friend toward him. A large wave hit the side of the raft. Anakin lost his balance and began to fall into the river. For a brief flash his eyes met Tahiri's. They were filled with fear. If Anakin fell into the river they might both drown. Anakin knew he wouldn't be able to concentrate on making Tahiri light or giving her strength if he had to focus on keeping himself afloat. Anakin watched the wild river dance before his eyes. He knew he was about to plunge into the cold water. He could feel his body falling out of the raft.

But just as he was about to be caught by a wave he was yanked hard from behind. Artoo had grabbed the back of Anakin's orange jumpsuit with his metal hand and pulled him to safety.

Anakin then grasped one of Tahiri's hands and dragged her into the raft. He turned to Artoo.

"Thanks," he said softly. Artoo bleeped.

Anakin grabbed his paddle and began to furiously stroke. Tahiri lay in the bottom of the raft.

"Anakin," she said with wonder, "you used the Force to get me to float and to give me the strength I needed to thrash my way to the raft. I was ready to give up, but your voice wouldn't let me."

Anakin gave his friend a smile. Then he turned back to the river.

Source: Junior Jedi Knights: The Golden Globe

Ikrit talks in Anakin Solo's head and tells him that the strength of his and Tahiri Veila's mind will be the reason they can get past the heavy wall in front of them:

"The gold is coming from behind this wall, Tahiri," Anakin whispered. "There must be a hidden room back there."

But how were they going to move thousands of kilos of stone? Anakin wondered. Sure they had lifted Artoo, and even a two-kilo hunk of metal, but this was different.

As if reading his mind, Tahiri said softly, "I guess we should give it a try."

Sweat dripped down Anakin's forehead. He had been trying to move the stone blocks for a long time. Tahiri rubbed her fingers against her eyes. The strain of trying to move the stones had given her a terrible headache. Neither of the two Jedi students had been able to move the blocks even a centimeter. They walked over to the last step of the stairway and sat down.

"I don't want to give up," Tahiri began, "but this just isn't working. "

Anakin nodded at his friend's words. There has to be another way, he thought; maybe strength isn't the answer. Then he heard the voice in his head again. He turned to Tahiri, his blue eyes open wide.

"The voice in my head just spoke again," he said softly. "It said that there are different kinds of strength. One is physical, like the lifting of the droid. Another is the strength of the mind."

Tahiri stared at her friend. For once she was speechless. Anakin thought about those words. He and Tahiri had proven that they could move heavy objects. But their use of the Force was still limited; they were not powerful Jedi yet.

What exactly was "the strength of the mind"? What had the voice in his head meant? He remembered a gift his father had once given him. It was a laser puzzle, the kind that had thousands of smaller puzzles within it. His father had said it would take his strength to figure them out. But it hadn't taken any muscle for Anakin to solve the puzzle. He had used his mind, not his body.

"That's it, Tahiri!" Anakin cried. "The stone blocks are a puzzle that we have to figure out with the strength of our minds. We solve the puzzle, and we'll find out what's behind that wall!"

Source: Junior Jedi Knights: The Golden Globe

Ikrit would confirm that he was the voice that was talking inside Anakin Solo's head and then reads his mind again when the young Solo doubts Tahiri Veila will believe him:

"Hey, friend, how'd you find me?" Anakin asked the little white creature as he motioned it inside his room. Ikrit leapt onto his bed and began to snuggle under the covers. "Hey, that's not your bed," Anakin said to the creature. "If you want to stay that's fine, but not in my bed!"

Ikrit snuggled down farther, its large floppy ears resting on Anakin's pillow.

"Great, just great," Anakin muttered. "Now I've lost my bed to a furry jungle creature."

"Watch who you call a jungle creature," a scratchy voice said. It was the same strange voice that Anakin had been hearing in his head. Only this time it came from the being in his bed.

"You spoke!" Anakin said in surprise.

"I thought you wanted to know where the strange voice in your head was coming from," Ikrit replied, its blue eyes boring into Anakin's. "Well, here it is."

Anakin moved over to the edge of his bed and sat down. Tahiri is never going to believe this, he thought.

"Yes she will," Ikrit replied.

"You read my thoughts," Anakin cried.

"Right again," Ikrit said with a snickering laugh.

Source: Junior Jedi Knights: The Golden Globe

Ikrit reads Anakin Solo's thoughts as the young boy agrees to help save the Massassi children:

Yes, there could be no other decision but to work as a team with Tahiri and break the curse, Anakin thought.

"Then may the Force be with you and Tahiri, young Anakin," Ikrit said softly. "For you have chosen a difficult path."

Source: Junior Jedi Knights: The Golden Globe

Ikrit and the other instructors at the Jedi Praxeum maintain a Force illusion Luke learned from the Fallanassi to mask the entire moon of Yavin 4:

Using an illusion technique Luke Skywalker learned from the Fallanassi, Kam Solusar and Tionne keep the Jedi academy on Yavin 4 more or less safe from casual inspection.

Source: The New Jedi Order Sourcebook

The instructors maintain a Force illusion that masks the academy and Yavin 4 itself from intrusion. The illusion has become more difficult to maintain with the Jedi scattering more widely around the galaxy.

Source: The New Jedi Order Sourcebook

Over time, Ikrit also became one of the academy's main instructors, a position he held when the Yuuzhan Vong invaded the galaxy. The praxeum remained a neutral site, primarily because Ikrit had worked with Kam Solusar and Tionne to maintain an illusion that hid the training center until the Peace Brigade decided to turn the Jedi over to the alien invaders in return for a tenuous cease-fire.

Source: The Complete Star Wars Encyclopedia

Although it was made more difficult to maintain the illusion with fewer fully fledged Jedi, Ikrit, Kam, and Tionne had managed to keep a Peace Brigade ship in orbit around Yavin IV confused for several days:

"I thought it felt like you," Kam said. "But there's been an unknown ship in orbit for several standard days now. We've been trying to keep them confused."

"Peace Brigade," Anakin explained. "And the one ship has friends now, about twelve of them. And they aren't confused anymore."

Source: The New Jedi Order - Edge of Victory I: Conquest

Ikrit uses the Force to nudge several Peace Brigaders' incredulity over the edge and make them more susceptible to falling for his and Anakin Solo's distraction:

"Well, I've got an energy shield up, though not much of one, and it's only over the compound. A little pounding will bring it down." Anakin switched on the intercom. Faint sounds of speech and movement bustled around them. "It'll sound like a bunch of us are in here. And this—" He went to what had once been the local sensor control panel. "—I'm using the old sensory array to generate the illusion of small, local movements in the temple."

"Scurrying," Ikrit said. "As if we're running about."

"Right. Of course, they won't see anything, if they get close, but their instruments will tell them we're all over the place."

"They will see also," Ikrit said. "Come."

Beyond the vague distortion of the energy shield, Anakin saw five ships settled in the clearing. Two were already disgorging armed Peace Brigaders.

"I hope they go for this," Anakin said. "I hope they believe. If they start a search for Kam, Tionne, and the kids now, they might find them."

"They will believe," Ikrit assured him. "They will believe the children are here because they want to, and because they are weak. Do not worry, Anakin. As I said, a warrior I may not be, but the Force is not weak with me."

"I'm sorry, Master Ikrit," Anakin said. "I should not doubt you."

"Then do not doubt my words. Search your feelings, every day. Keep careful watch. The worst monsters are not those from without." Then the Master closed his eyes, humming faintly to himself. Anakin felt a surge in the Force as Ikrit's will went out to touch the beings below, to nudge their credulity over the edge.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Edge of Victory I: Conquest

Ikrit makes Peace Brigade members see ghosts of mist and madness:

"That's the biggest trough of bantha fodder I've ever heard anyone spit up in my life," Anakin said. "You are cowards and traitors. You want us? Come and get us."

He fired his blaster through the narrow window and ducked as return fire heat-spalled the ancient stone. Particle shields like the one he had erected did nothing to stop energy blasts. The thick jungle air filled with the hiss and whine of blasters as the fire expanded to other parts of the temple complex.

"What are they shooting at up there?" Anakin wondered aloud.

"Ghosts of mist and madness," Ikrit told him.

"They don't notice no one is shooting back?"

"Not yet. They believe they see the bolts of energy weapons."

"How long can you keep that up?"

"Longer if the occasional bolt is real."

Source: The New Jedi Order - Edge of Victory I: Conquest

Sense/Farsight

Force Sense is a basic power allowing Force sensitives to sense their surroundings, feel and determine the thoughts or feelings of others, feel ripples in the Force signifying important events, the presence of the dark side, or even sense the future. Farsight is a Force ability that allows a Jedi to sense the occurrence of distant events or get brief glimpses of the future.

Ikrit knows the ability "Farseeing":

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The Force told Ikrit that Anakin Solo's development needed to be carefully guided:

When Ikrit revealed himself to Luke Skywalker, Luke asked Ikritto remain at the Jedi praxeum as a teacher. Ikrit agreed, becoming Anakin Solo's informal mentor and guide because the Force had told him that Anakin's development needed to be carefully guided.

Source: The Complete Star Wars Encyclopedia

Despite not knowing what the curse was that afflicted the Golden Globe, Ikrit sensed that if an adult tried to break free the Massassi children, the globe would shatter and everything would be lost:

"Why Tahiri and me?" Anakin began.

"Because you are the ones who can break the curse. That is why I brought you to the Palace of the Woolamander. And I was right about you both, because together your strength in the Force allowed you to unlock the door that led to the golden globe," Ikrit replied.

"What is the globe?" Anakin asked. "I cannot tell you that, for I do not know for certain—although I have my ideas. I can only say that the spirits of thousands depend on your finding the answer to that question," Ikrit answered. "And I only know that because I feel it, deep within my old bones."

"But what about the curse, then? What exactly is it?" Anakin asked.

Ikrit shook his head again. "I do not know or I would have tried to break it. That is a question you must answer for yourself."

"Why can't I ask my uncle Luke for help? After all, he's a Jedi Master," Anakin said.

"He is an adult. An adult cannot break the curse or I would have done it myself," Ikrit said with a scowl. "If you tell Luke Skywalker, the. golden globe will explode into a million pieces of crystal and everything will be lost," Ikrit warned. "I know this, too, only from a feeling. A deep, terrible, unmistakable feeling of dread."

"What will be lost?" Anakin cried..

"You know the answer to that," the Jedi Master said softly.

"The children Tahiri and I saw and heard inside the globe," Anakin whispered. "The children will be lost."

Source: Junior Jedi Knights: The Golden Globe

When the Yuuzhan Vong invaded Yavin IV, Ikrit foresaw his own death:

When the Yuuzhan Vong invasion came to Yavin, Ikrit took on the responsibility for moving his charges to safety. He foresaw his own death, but did not let the vision get in the way of protecting the students.

Source: Power of the Jedi Sourcebook

Kam Solusar gasped and sagged against the damp stone wall of the cave. Tionne, nearby, stifled a cry of anguish. Some of the children, the more sensitive ones, began to cry, probably not even sure what they were crying about.

He groped through the darkness until he found Tionne and took her in his arms. He could smell the salt on her cheeks, feel the torn place in her.

[...]

"Master Ikrit," she whispered.

"I know," Kam replied, stroking her silver hair. "He knew all along."

Source: The New Jedi Order - Edge of Victory I: Conquest

Ikrit knew that Anakin Solo had to be the one to stay behind and slow down Peace Brigade members trying to capture the Jedi trainees, as he knew it was his destiny. He also knew that it was his own to stay with him:

"He's right," Kam said.

"Kam—" Tionne began.

"He's right," Kam went on, "except that he's not the one staying behind—I am."

"I'm the better pilot," Anakin said bluntly. "I'm the only one who can pull it off."

"Anakin is correct," Ikrit said in his scratchy voice. "It is part of his destiny. And mine."

Source: The New Jedi Order - Edge of Victory I: Conquest

Ikrit senses the anger Anakin Solo keeps within himself and warns him that it will one day burn him and others if he doesn't let it go:

"It will burn you, Anakin," Ikrit's pleasant, familiar voice solemnly pronounced.

Anakin looked up from his work on the intercom. He and the old Jedi were in what had once been the command center when the Great Temple had been a Rebel base. Most of the wartime equipment was gone, but some remained—the various communication systems, including an intercom that piped information throughout the temple and its surrounds.

"Master?"

"Your anger. You have built yourself a vessel to contain it, but the crucible itself will one day melt from the heat. Then you will burn, and others with you. Many others, possibly."

Anakin slipped the modified data chip in place and straightened. "The Yuuzhan Vong make me angry, Master. They're destroying everything I know, everything I love."

"No. You make you angry. People die; you are angry because you could not save them."

"You mean Chewbacca."

"And others. Their deaths are inscribed on you."

"Yes. Chewbacca died because of me. A lot of people have died because of me."

"Death comes to call," Ikrit replied. "You cannot hold water in your hands for long. It leaks away, goes where it is meant to go. To the soil and sky. To ions, and then space, where stars are born."

Frustration hijacked Anakin's lips. "That's poetic, Master Ikrit, but it's not an answer. My grandfather was Darth Vader, and he killed billions. But that was after decades of the dark side. I'm only sixteen, and look what I've done. Darth Vader would be proud."

Ikrit fixed him with luminous blue eyes. "It is to your credit that you feel those deaths, that you mourn. But you did not kill those people. You did not with them dead and then bring it to pass."

"No," Anakin said. "But at Centerpoint I wished the Yuuzhan Vong dead. I wanted to kill every last one of them. If my brother hadn't stopped me, I would have. I think—often—that I should have."

"Your brother didn't stop you."

"You weren't there, Master Ikrit. I would have done it."

"I was there, Anakin. In every important way, I was. Anakin, you must let your anger go. Angry steps have worn a rutted path to the dark side. It is an easy path to follow, difficult to avoid."

Source: The New Jedi Order - Edge of Victory I: Conquest

Ikrit then tells Anakin Solo that he feels there was an even greater reason that he came to Yavin IV and slept for as long as he did, and he feels it was to see something born new in Anakin and Tahiri Veila:

"I am centuries old, Anakin. I came here to Yavin Four to free the spirits of the imprisoned Massassi children, or so I thought. Now I think there was another reason, an even greater one."

"Master? What could that be?"

"The task that drew me here was beyond my power to complete. It was beyond the power of any adult Jedi. You and Tahiri were the only ones who could have done it."

"With your help and advice. Without you, we never could have released them."

Ikrit ruffed his fur. "With or without me you would have done it," he purred. "That is why I say I was drawn here for another reason, slept for centuries for another cause."

"What reason?"

"To see something new born in you and Tahiri. And to give you whatever small help I am able to give to see that birth arrive."

A chill spidered up Anakin's back. He couldn't say why, but Ikrit's words struck something in his core.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Edge of Victory I: Conquest

Ikrit senses Peace Brigade members arriving to face him and Anakin Solo:

Ikrit walked to the window. "They are here," he said.

Anakin bolted over. Peace Brigade ships were settling everywhere.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Edge of Victory I: Conquest

Ikrit senses when Peace Brigade members find a shield generator Anakin Solo set up:

"They've found the generator," Ikrit murmured. "Your shield will be down soon."

Source: The New Jedi Order - Edge of Victory I: Conquest

Animal Friendship

Animal Friendship, Beast Control, or Beast Trick is an ability that allows Force users to control beasts and animals.

Ikrit knows the ability "Friendship":

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Force Stealth

Force Stealth, or Force Concealment, is a Force ability that allows a Force user to mask their presence in the Force, or an element of their Force presence, such as Force alignment.

Ikrit knows the ability "Force Stealth":

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Heal

Force Healing is a light-sided Force technique that can heal wounds and ease pains.

Ikrit knows the ability "Heal Another":

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A fully trained Jedi Knight can control their blood flow to injuries while letting enough through to keep their nerves and muscles oxygenated while not bleeding out:

A fully trained Jedi Knight could've controlled blood flow to her own wounded extremities, letting enough through to oxygenate her nerves and muscles, but not enough to bleed to death.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Balance Point

Ikrit entered possibly a Healing Trance on Yavin in order to wait for those who could break the curse of trapped Massassi children and he held this trance for four hundred years:

Ikrit then went to the Massassi temple ruins to counter a Sith curse that held the souls of the Massassi children prisoner. Concluding that neither he nor any adult could break this curse, he went into a trance to wait until help could come for the lost children. Anakin Solo and Tahiri were the first to find Ikrit in the Palace of the Woolamander.

Source: Power of the Jedi Sourcebook

Elsewhere, a tiny Kushiban named Ikrit journeyed to Yavin 4 and discovered the golden sphere that Exar Kun had created thousands of years earlier. Realizing that he was incapable of freeing the Massassi spirits trapped within the orb, Ikrit placed himself in stasis to await the arrival of one who could break the curse, even if it would take centuries.

Source: The New Essential Chronology

Anakin and Tahiri crossed the nearby jungle river to the Palace of the Woolamander, a crumbling ruin abandoned ages before. Both young trainees had been drawn there by identical dreams. As they explored the dim ruins, they broke into a sealed chamber that contained a glowing sphere of golden light. Curled up at its base lay a mysterious furry creature, deep in sleep; it had large eyes, floppy ears, and simian features. The furry being identified himself as Ikrit, a Kushiban Jedi Master who had come to the jungle moon to study the Massassi temples four centuries earlier. He had discovered the golden globe, but could not break its curse, and he had been hibernating ever since.

Source: The New Essential Chronology

Combat Skill

Ikrit is proficient with a lightsaber, blaster pistols, simple and primitive weapons:

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Being proficient with Exotic Weapons would carry with it a degree of skill. While not directly stated to be a master here, solely proficient, I do think this accolade can apply to Ikrit to some extent because of his skill with exotic weapons:

‘Exotic Weapons Specialists are rare within the ranks of the Jedi Guardians, but they are respected for their mastery of difficult and esoteric disciplines.’

Source: The Jedi Path: A Manual for the Students of the Force

Credit the Kyp Durron Respect Thread for this idea here.

Ikrit became quite skilled with a lightsaber but preferred to find other ways to mediate dangerous situations after a lightsaber accident with a friend:

Ikrit became quite skilled with a lightsaber, but chose never to use one in combat after he nearly killed a friend during a petty argument. Even after being elevated to Jedi Master, Ikrit refused to use a lightsaber, preferring to find other ways to mediate potentially dangerous situations.

Source: The Complete Star Wars Encyclopedia

As a Jedi Master, Ikrit is an opponent who cannot be underestimated and few mundane opponents can stand up to his skill:

Whether or not a Jedi Master is encountered in the company of his Padawan leaner, he is an opponent who cannot be underestimated. Though he might try to bring a conflict to a peaceful resolution, he is always able to bring forth his lightsaber, as well as his considerable knowledge of the Force, in order to pursue what the Order refers to as “aggressive negotiations.” Few mundane opponents can stand against the skill and ability of a Jedi Master.

Source: Threats of the Galaxy

Luke Skywalker says that the Jedi Praxeum with Kam, Tionne, and Ikrit isn’t defenseless even if the Peace Brigade were to show up:

“It’s the best we can do for the moment,” Luke told him. “Besides, the danger is still hypothetical. The Peace Brigade might not even know about Yavin Four. And even if they did, Kam and Tionne and Master Ikrit are there. They aren’t exactly defenseless.”

Source: The New Jedi Order - Edge of Victory I: Conquest
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Tahiri Veila Respect Thread - Part 2

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Tahiri Veila

This thread will be divided into the following categories:

  • Combat Skill Accolades
  • Weapons Mastery and Technical Skill
  • Lightsaber and Combat Feats

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Combat Skill Accolades

Tahiri's background made her a fine warrior and she quickly became a fine Jedi:

Tahiri's background made her a formidable warrior, even as a young girl. Luke Skywalker was set the challenge of taming her wildness and focusing her Force abilities. She quickly developed into a fine Jedi.

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The Jedi were the only unknown element in the extensive Yuuzhan Vong planning and calculations before they invaded the galaxy. Due to their skill and being seen as formidable warriors, as well as their ability to use the Force to figure out a way to detect the Yuuzhan Vong even though the invaders are "immune" to it, the Yuuzhan Vong take it to the extreme and plan to remove the Jedi from the equation altogether:

The Jedi are the only unknown element in the Yuuzhan Vong's calculations. Not only are the Jedi formidable warriors, but they can somehow detect even a disguised Yuuzhan Vong. Because the invaders are immune to the Force, they "feel" different to Jedi who are trying to sense them (particularly with the Sense-based ability See Force; the Jedi have learned to look for people who do not appear in the Force). Comprehending the danger the Jedi represent prompts the Yuuzhan Vong to formulate a plan to remove the Jedi from the equation altogether.

Source: The New Jedi Order Sourcebook

Warmaster Tsavong Lah considers the Jedi to be the most powerful enemies to the Yuuzhan Vong:

"You do not speak for the gods! But soon, you will speak to them. Tell my master, Yun-Yammka, that more of your kind—more Jeedai, our most powerful enemies in this galaxy—will crawl into his presence. Give him that message when you meet him, Ambassador."

Source: The New Jedi Order - Balance Point

The Yuuzhan Vong consider the Jedi “formidable foes”:

Tsavong Lah knows differently, of course. His truce with the infidels is only a matter convenience to him. The Yuuzhan Vong realize that the greatest threats to their plans are the Jedi. Even though the Jedi behave in ways the Yuuzhan Vong can scarcely comprehend (striving to save lives rather than letting people die “honorable” deaths, for instance), they are still considered formidable foes.

Source: The New Jedi Order Sourcebook

The Jedi Knights are the “stiffest opposition” to the Yuuzhan Vong, their "most dangerous foes", and the "ultimate threat" to the Yuuzhan Vong's invasion plans:

Throughout the galaxy, the invaders have systematically hunted down their stiffest opposition—the Jedi Knights—and killed or captured an alarming number of the guardians of peace and justice.

Source: The New Jedi Order Sourcebook

The Yuuzhan Vong have identified the Jedi Knights as their most dangerous foes within the Republic.

Source: The Essential Reader's Companion

Seemingly non-existent in the Force, the Yuuzhan Vong see the Jedi as the ultimate threat to their conquest of the known galaxy.

Source: Force Feedback, Star Wars Gamer 8

Only 14 years old and technically still a Jedi student, Luke Skywalker basically considers Tahiri a Jedi Knight in "all but official recognition" due to her skills and experience she's learned from fighting the Yuuzhan Vong:

Tahiri Veila stayed meters to the rear of the party, guarding the approach from that direction. She was the third Jedi in the group. Still a teenager, she was officially a Jedi apprentice; in all but official recognition, however, she was a Jedi Knight because of the skills and experience she'd accumulated since the Yuuzhan Vong invasion began. Things changed so fast in these war years that testing hadn't kept up with the advancement of her generation of Jedi.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

Tahiri fights smoothly and instinctively and without awkwardness or hesitation in her actions, all thanks to the Yuuzhan Vong part of her meshing with the Jedi Knight part of her. This created something truly deadly:

Her new, joined self fought smoothly, instinctively. There was not the slightest awkwardness or hesitation in her actions. The Yuuzhan Vong part of her meshed with the Jedi Knight to create something truly deadly, something neither side had seen before—and she used that advantage to the fullest.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Force Heretic III: Reunion

The war with the Yuuzhan Vong had turned Tahiri from a teenage Jedi-in-training into a seasoned warrior:

Mara stopped a few steps away and studied the young Jedi Knights in silence, meeting each of their unblinking gazes in turn, trying to gauge their moods but finding only the unreadable durasteel of veteran killers. She did not recall when they had grown so hard. The Yuuzhan Vong had come, and it seemed to Mara that they had gone almost overnight from being teenage Jedi-in-training to seasoned warriors. After what they had seen in battle—after what they had done—it seemed ludicrous to think of them being "in trouble."

Source: Dark Nest I: The Joiner King

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Weapons Mastery and Technical Skill

Tahiri is proficient with simple weapons, blaster pistols, and a lightsaber:

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The New Jedi Order Sourcebook

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This statement would carry with it a degree of skill. While not directly stated to be a master here, solely proficient, I do think this accolade can apply to Tahiri to some extent because of his skill with exotic weapons:

Exotic Weapons Specialists are rare within the ranks of the Jedi Guardians, but they are respected for their mastery of difficult and esoteric disciplines.

Source: The Jedi Path

Credit the Kyp Durron Respect Thread for this idea here.

Tahiri at 14 years old deflects blaster bolts from above her as Peace Brigade members shot down at her and Anakin Solo inside a turbolift shaft:

An explosion six meters above him cut him off as one of the outer lift doors blew in.

"There's the ground floor, right there," Anakin said. "Come on!"

He jumped down into the car. With his lightsaber he cut through the car and the wall beyond, revealing an underground hangar that hadn't been used since the battle against the first Death Star.

"You block their shots," Anakin told Tahiri.

As bolts rained down and Tahiri deflected them, Anakin cut the fail-safe magnetic bolts that had locked the turbolift in place. He flicked off his lightsaber.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Edge of Victory I: Conquest

At 14 years old, Tahiri was a quick learner with a blade, but still a novice according to Anakin Solo:

Tahiri's blade sheared through a stun baton, nearly taking the hand of the thickest woman wielding it. Anakin winced; Kam had been working with Tahiri on her lightsaber technique, and she was a quick leaner, but still a novice.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Edge of Victory II: Rebirth

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Vergere describes the Jedi of the New Jedi Order as "half trained", which seems to suggest that they are less trained and skilled than the Jedi she knew, which would be the Jedi Order just before the events of The Phantom Menace. However, to me this suggests that they are more skilled and adaptable due to fighting the Yuuzhan Vong with strategies the earlier Jedi never had to use despite having "less" training:

"Perhaps you can tell me what has happened to the Republic in my absence. Tell me why the thousands of Jedi Knights I expected to contact on my return no longer exist, why there are only a few score half-trained young Jedi in their place, and what all of this has to do with this Sith Lord you mentioned on Coruscant, this Vader, your grandfather, whom I remember as that turbulent little Padawan, Anakin Skywalker."

Source: The New Jedi Order - Destiny's Way

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Tahiri knows Sand People fighting techniques and Yuuzhan Vong fighting styles thanks to Riina Kwaad's personality, and she practices and trains to combine all of them with her Jedi knowledge of fighting styles so that she could incorporate it all into her combat style:

Tahiri was in one of the Selonia's empty holds, exercising. She wasn't hiding as such, but was definitely trying to keep out of the way. It gave her an excuse to work on her technique. Since merging the two halves of her self, she'd been struggling to assimilate more than just ways of thought, speech, and being. The old Tahiri and Riina had fought in very different ways, and she needed to refine the techniques so she could more effectively incorporate both the next time she had to go into combat.

As she sparred with shadows, tossing her lightsaber from hand to hand and kicking powerfully, leaping gracefully, striking the air with unerring accuracy, her mind kept a ceaseless running commentary: Jedi Force leap, asth-korr throat hold, Sand People high kick, Kwaad double punch . . .

Source: The New Jedi Order - Force Heretic III: Reunion

During her time as a Sith apprentice to Darth Caedus, Tahiri carried a standard officer-issued GAG blaster pistol:

Tahiri pressed her lips together and sighed, mild annoyance, possibly joking, but the GA-issue officer's blaster she drew from her belt was quite serious.

Source: Legacy of the Force - Revelation

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Lightsaber and Combat Skill Feats

Tahiri and the fifteen other members of the Myrkr strike team ambush a group of about 100 Yuuzhan Vong warriors. The Jedi were able to see the group heading their way ahead of time and position themselves in the best spot for maximum damage: certain members who are more used to blaster rifles up in trees and the humans of the team hiding underwater. The team lets the group or warriors walk into their kill zone before springing their trap, using grenades and blasters to take out groups of warriors in a cross hair. After the element of surprise was over, however, part of the team tried to advance so as to not get pinned down, but Jacen Solo knew that they would suffer causalities to achieve their goal if they did. Jacen would end the fight by using the Force to call over and convince a group of voxyn that the Yuuzhan Vong warriors were their enemies and allow the creatures to finish off the group for the Jedi:

"No! Go that way!" Tahiri pointed up the canyon toward the voxyn. "Nom Anor and his bird are coming this way with about a hundred Yuuzhan Vong!"

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Finally, the faint sloshing of wading Yuuzhan Vong came to his ears underwater, and an eruption of glee from the Barabels let everyone know it was time to attack. Jacen rose quietly out of the swamp and saw a mass of enemy warriors moving through the trees with far too much confidence—convinced, apparently, that even Jedi would not attack at an odds disadvantage in excess of five to one.

Obviously, they had not done their research on the Solo family. Jacen armed the fragmentation grenade in his hand and threw it into the midst of the still-oblivious Yuuzhan Vong, then raised his T-21 repeating blaster and opened fire.

The Yuuzhan Vong reacted like the well-trained warriors they were. Even with the swamp exploding into shrapnel and blaster bolts all around them, they did not panic or fall into helpless confusion. Their officers immediately began to shout orders—and were promptly picked off by Jovan Drark's deadly sharp-shooter blaster rifle—the "longblaster."

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With their officers dead and vonduun crab armor shattering all around them, the Yuuzhan Vong warriors were seeking cover underwater. Someone called "concussion" over the comlink, and Jacen stopped firing to pull a grenade from his equipment belt—then realized that he had no idea who had spoken. Clearly, the battle meld was suffering.

"Two-second delay," Anakin commed. "Arm."

In the time it took Jacen to thumb the arming switch, the Yuuzhan Vong began to regroup, at least two dozen rising out of the water behind the cover of tree trunks or fallen logs.

"Throw."

Jacen tossed his grenade into the center of the killing zone with everyone else's, then raised his rapid blaster and began firing again. The swamp surface bucked upward, and several Yuuzhan Vong floated up bleeding from eyes and ears, staring vacantly at the sky.

Steady streams of thud and razor bugs began to drone out from behind the trees where the survivors were hiding, and Jacen heard several Jedi groan as they took hits in their armor-lined jumpsuits. Somewhere down the line, a lightsaber snapped to life, and Ganner waded forward, slapping bugs from the sky.

"Ganner!" Anakin commed. "What are you doing?"

"Can't let them pin us down," Ganner replied.

Lomi started forward as well, her body weaving and pivoting as she dodged thud bugs, her power blaster filling the air with brilliant flashes as she shot incoming razor bugs out of the sky. If nothing else, her advance impressed the Yuuzhan Vong, who began to concentrate their fire on her.

"Wait!" Jacen commed. He had no doubt that they could advance en masse and wipe out the patrol—but he did not think they could do it without taking losses. "I can flush them."

Source: The New Jedi Order - Star by Star

Note: It is at this time when Jacen reveals his plan to lure the voxyn down to finish off the Yuuzhan Vong. The rest of the text only has the Jedi and Yuuzhan Vong exchange shots with each other for another minute before the voxyn come down and clean up the mess.

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Tahiri and the strike team would then trek for over thirty hours through the worldship and be led by Lomi Plo and Welk through the Labyrinth, a large city-sized training ground the Yuuzhan Vong set up for their voxyn. The Labyrinth was set up with any type of environment a voxyn would expect to see when hunting Jedi, ranging from agritracts, robofactories, swamp farms, starships, vehicles, and an artificial city. Voxyn attacks had become so frequent for the team by this point that they stopped being surprising and they couldn't go more than a kilometer without being attacked by at least one of them:

Given a few resources and a little time, she and Lowbacca might well have found a way to restore the machinery—but with the infiltration already thirty hours old, the last thing the strike team could do was give the Yuuzhan Vong more time to react.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Star by Star

Anakin could feel nothing through the battle meld except doubt and resentment, so he was as surprised as anyone when the crack-crackle of a thermal detonator reverberated through the street behind him. Raising his lightsaber to high guard and thumbing the activation switch, he pivoted around to discover a ball of blue-white light contracting between Raynar and Eryl, obliterating everything in a five-meter radius and opening a deep crater in the street. Subsurface service ducts began to spew water and sewer gas, filling the hole with steam and flame.

Over the course of several dozen attempts to reach the cloning facility, the Jedi had crossed replications of nearly every environment where voxyn might be sent to hunt them—replications of agritracts, robofactories, swamp farms, even an automated cloud mine. Now they were pushing through the slave city itself. With tiers of windows and balconies built directly into the walls, the metropolis reminded Anakin of the pictures his mother had shown him of Crevasse City on lost Alderaan. In addition to a dozen different species of slave residents, the artificial city contained turbolifts, slidewalks, even droid-operated hovercars.

Anakin stepped past Tahiri and Tekli and peered over Raynar's shoulder into the flaming crater. Nothing remained of whatever had prompted the attack.

"Voxyn?" he asked. Since their retreat from the walker, the voxyn attacks had been coming with increasing frequency.

Raynar shrugged. "I didn't see."

"It came out the street hatch," Eryl explained from the other side. Her green eyes flickered briefly in Raynar's direction, then she added, "There was no time to do anything but toss a detonator down its throat. Sorry for the waste."

Anakin thumbed his lightsaber off. "I don't know that I'd call it a waste." The team was down to a dozen thermal detonators—now eleven—and perhaps twice that many grenades, but at least they had not lost anyone since Ulaha.

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Anakin's earplugs sealed themselves against the disorienting blast of a voxyn screech attack. Such assaults came so regularly now that they were no longer startling. Anakin simply pushed his breath mask into place and started forward to where a mob of slaves was staggering away from a convergence of blasterfire.

A lightsaber flashed, sending the tip of a severed voxyn tail tumbling over the crowd, then the creature itself rose into view as Tenel Ka used the Force to lift it out of a street hatch. Ganner and the Barabels set on it instantly, hacking it apart with their molten blades before Anakin could reach them. Killing voxyn was becoming almost routine; the strike team rarely traveled more than a few kilometers without being attacked by at least one of the things.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Star by Star

The Yuuzhan Vong shapers who created the voxyn needed to test their creations under conditions approximating what the voxyn would likely encounter. To simulate the interiors of infidel ships and buildings, they created a vast labyrinth the size of a city. The interior is crisscrossed with endless corridors, dotted with various chambers, terrains, and structures, and equipped with captured starships and vehicles. If a voxyn is confused by such conditions, it is considered useless on an actual hunt.

The shapers also realized that once the Jedi learned that hunting beasts were being used against them, they would respond with traps, alarms, and similar innovations to help them survive. To account for these eventualities, the Yuuzhan Vong installed various security devices—some designed to sound alarms, others designed to restrain the voxyn, still others to inflict grievous injuries, and a few outright lethal. A fair number of these were triggered traps—what the infidels would call "mechanical"—but a significant number were simply natural hazards: water, fire, electricity, rough terrain, unstable structures. If nothing else, the Yuuzhan Vong wanted the voxyn to be versatile.

Even knowing that the labyrinth contains all of these dangers—not to mention the voxyn—Anakin Solo makes the choice to reach the laboratories, and thus the voxyn queen, by journeying through the labyrinth.

Source: The New Jedi Order Sourcebook

Baanu Rass, the ship in orbit around Myrkr's primary star, is the largest of the Yuuzhan Vong worldships. It is dilapidated and largely deserted, its resources exhausted and its facilities in decay. Vast areas of the surface consist of abandoned housing warrens and empty bio-organic factory complexes.

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On this particular worldship, the Yuuzhan Vong have created a massive research facility, a cloning laboratory larger than most cities. From here, they worked to create the vornskr hybrid that became the first voxyn and cloned it to create the others. Throughout the worldship, they also trained the voxyn, teaching them to hunt Jedi in a vast maze filled with insidious traps and hazards.

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Before they can make good on their escape, a company of Yuuzhan Vong warriors—commanded by Nom Anor—blocks the way. Though the Jedi do not yet see her, Vergere also lurks nearby. Unable to return the way they came, the Jedi are trapped—until one of the rescued Jedi suggests that they can escape through the labyrinth.

Source: The New Jedi Order Sourcebook

To prevent the Yuuzhan Vong from cloning more voxyn, Anakin Solo agreed to lead a strike team behind enemy lines, to destroy the genetic template aboard the worldship Baanu Rass, orbiting Myrkr.

Anakin’s squad included his brother and sister, along with many of their old academy classmates such as Lowbacca, Tenel Ka, Raynar Thul, and Tahiri. Ganner Rhysode stood out in their ranks as the oldest adult. Despite their youth, the team landed on Baanu Rass and systematically fought their way to the heart of the cloning center.

Source: The New Essential Chronology

Voxyn were bioengineered Jedi killers that were born of a mix of a vornskr and a Yuuzhan Vong fero xyn. The creatures stood about waist high on a human, about four meters long, and are equipped with fangs, claws, a poison tail, can spit poison, and emit a compressed-wave screech capable of blowing eardrums:

Realizing that many Jedi still remained at large, they had fashioned a horde of six-legged monsters called voxyn. Flawless Jedi-killers, the voxyn contained generic material taken from Myrkr’s Force-hunting vornskrs, and used this sensitivity to compensate for their masters’ Force blindness.

Source: The New Essential Chronology

As one would expect, the Yuuzhan Vong introduce many improvements into the basic vornskr design, crossing the wild animal with he deadly fero xyn, one of their own creatures. The result is the voxyn: more than 4 meters of fangs and claws, naturally inclined to hunt and kill Jedi—and particularly hard for Jedi to kill.

Voxyn possess the vornskrs' dangerous tail poison. They also spit a similar poison, in the same fashion as their Yuuzhan Vong progenitors. Voxyn also have the ability to utter a compressed-wave screech of sufficient power to shatter eardrums. As if its offensive capabilities were not enough, the voxyn is also particularly difficult to kill. Its fast healing ability allows it to recover quickly, and its extra vitality ensures that it stays at peak efficiency for a long time.

Source: The New Jedi Order Sourcebook

A Yuuzhan Vong-bioengineered creature derived from vornskrs and created to hunt Jedi. A voxyn stood no higher than a human waist and was more than 4 meters long, with a flattish head and an undulating body covered in scales. A line of coarse sensory bristles ran down its spine, and a barb protruded from its flickering whip of a tail. Voxyn had yellow eyes and a long forked tongue. They were capable of spitting a jet of acidic brown saliva and could stun their prey with sonic blasts. The Yuuzhan Vong created new voxyn through cloning, grown from a voxyn queen located on a worldship orbiting Myrkr.

Source: The Complete Star Wars Encyclopedia

Voxyn poison is a little different for each species but is deadly for all of them:

"Our shapers claim the effect is not the same on all species. Some fall into convulsions and sink into an endless sleep of pain. Others weaken over many hours, slowly growing so feeble they can no longer breathe or swallow. Some drown in their own saliva."

Source: The New Jedi Order - Star by Star

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Tahiri and the strike team hold off an ambush of Yuuzhan Vong impostors dressed as the slaves being held in the artificial city on Baanu Rass. The Yuuzhan Vong start the ambush by throwing blorash jelly at their feet and razor bugs at their heads, and the Jedi lose two members in the beginning of the fight. They would then have to fight off numerous Yuuzhan Vong while trying to secure an alleyway while nearly being hindered by their Force meld instead of helped due to the rush of negative emotions:

Lomi started down a cramped alley-canyon that would not have felt out of place in Coruscant's underlevels. Barely three meters wide, the lane descended at a steep angle beneath a network of balconies and catwalks, then vanished into the dank-smelling murk ahead. The windows and doors that pocked the walls to both sides were sealed behind curtains of living membrane. An odd double pathway worn into the dusty ground was spaced about right for the wide-set legs of a voxyn. Noting that the slave residents showed no desire to follow them into the alley, Anakin stopped three steps in.

"Stay sharp, everyone. We need to make this work." He turned to his brother. "If you can do something to keep the voxyn quiet, now is the time."

Jacen paled. "I'll do my best, Anakin." He started forward. "But these aren't normal animals. I can't just reach—"

Anakin did not hear the rest, for the general haze of Yuuzhan Vong presence suddenly grew strong and almost distinct. He turned to scan the crowd and found a group of humans shoving toward Jacen. All five were large men with swarthy faces and blank expressions, men so similar they could have been clones. Four reached for their belts. The fifth tossed a thumb-sized capsule at Jacen's feet, and a thin coat of greenish gel spread across the street.

"Blorash jelly!" Anakin burned a blaster hole through the jelly thrower's throat, then used the Force to pluck his brother off the ground. "Watch the crowd!"

A dozen lightsabers came to life and formed a dancing cage of light around the rear half of the strike team. Anakin put Jacen down in the alley mouth. Someone took a heavy blow, and a tide of darkness swirled through the battle meld as they struggled to stay conscious.

"Jaina!" Jacen yelled.

The mob roared and scattered, trampling each other in their panic. The impostors flung more blorash jelly, capturing slaves and Jedi alike, turning the street into a tangle of confusion. Lowbacca roared, his bronze lightsaber flashing down, cleaving something Anakin could not see. Tenel Ka yelled for support. Alema cursed in Ryl, her silver blade burning through a soft body. Eryl cried out as green gel spread over her foot. She hacked the stuff apart, and the second piece bound her other foot to the ground. She reached into her equipment pouch for a more potent defense.

A razor bug flew out of the crowd, caught her below the nose, and slashed her face in two. Her eyes rolled back, and the lightsaber slipped from her hand, and she fell and began to convulse.

Shock burned through the battle meld like an ion blast. Doubt and resentment gave way to anger, blame, guilt—none of it helpful. The emotions only added to the chaos, blurring Anakin's awareness. He felt just one thing clearly, the black gauze threatening to engulf his sister.

Anakin stepped out of the alley and heard an amphistaff hiss. He caught the snakish head on his lightsaber, then spun around, driving a back kick into his attacker's midsection and bringing his molten blade around in a neck-high sweep. The impostor collapsed, head tumbling from his shoulders.

Tahiri somersaulted under Anakin's lightsaber and sprang to her feet behind her blade, driving the tip up through the torso of a Duros male. Seeing no amphistaff, Anakin thought she had made a terrible mistake, then sensed Yuuzhan Vong pain and saw a gablith masquer peeling off the Duros' face.

Anakin jerked her behind him. "Careful!"

"You're one to talk!" she snapped.

Tahiri pulled a handful of arsensalts from her equipment pouch and sprinkled them on a blorash jelly sliding toward their feet. The stuff drew back, then began to divide itself into oblivion. Anakin circled past and first sensed, then saw more impostors, three human and two Duros, shouldering their way out of the crowd.

He pushed Tahiri at Ganner and the Barabels and ordered them to secure the alley entrance, then sprang into the air and called on the Force to carry himself over the charging Yuuzhan Vong. As he somersaulted past their heads, he dragged his lightsaber across one impostor's skull and split it down the center. He landed behind the group and thrust-kicked another onto Tesar's waiting blade.

The Barabel ducked a whistling amphistaff, then trapped the arm that had swung it and pulled the elbow into his sharp-toothed mouth. With the odds in the alley now firmly in the strike team's favor, Anakin turned to find Raynar pulling Eryl's limp body into his arms, his face streaked with tears and seemingly unaware of the blorash jelly binding his knee to the ground. Anakin sprinkled some salts on the blob.

Raynar looked up, eyes wide. "I can't feel her, Anakin. She's not in the Force."

Anakin shared his shock. Before, Nom Anor had seemed intent on recapturing the strike team alive. So why were the Yuuzhan Vong hurling razor bugs now? Because, suddenly, the strike team had a good chance of reaching the cloning labs, that was why. He pulled Eryl into Raynar's arms, then pushed them both toward the alley.

"I'll send Tekli."

Anakin rushed forward into a mad riot of shrieking slaves. Some lay dead and many were bleeding, but the battle had already drifted out into the street, and most were screaming only because they were trapped. He hurled a few sprinkles of arsensalts as he passed, then met Tenel Ka coming in the opposite direction, levitating Jovan Drark. Tekli was kneeling astride the Rodian, her hands buried to the wrists inside his open chest.

Anakin touched him through the Force and immediately felt sick and hollow inside. Jovan had only the faintest glimmer of life, and even that was fading.

"Jaina's in trouble," Tenel Ka said. "They're trying to—"

Anakin was already racing forward, leaping the bodies of groaning slaves and fallen Yuuzhan Vong, flinging arsensalts at the few remaining patches of blorash jelly. He should have anticipated this, should have realized Nom Anor would use the slave city to ambush them. Now Eryl was dead, Jovan dying, Jaina about to be taken—and the strike team had yet to reach the cloning labs.

He found Jaina pinned against a building, a blob of blorash jelly binding her along one side, blood pouring from a head wound. Despite it all, she was holding two Yuuzhan Vong impostors at bay with a one-handed lightsaber defense. Lowbacca and Zekk were fighting toward her through a half-dozen still-masqued warriors. Alema Rar crouched behind a crashed hovercar, using Jovan Drark's longblaster to delay a company of reinforcements. Anakin gathered the Force to him and charged, somersaulting into the air as he had a few moments before.

Zekk's opponents broke off, stepping back to hurl their amphistaffs like spears. Anakin batted one aside—then felt a hot pain in his abdomen when the second pierced his jumpsuit's armored lining.

As he finished his tumble, the shaft swung away, the head pivoting inside his abdomen. He heard himself scream, then he was coming down, landing on his feet and hammering the butt into the ground. Cold anguish filled his belly. His knees tried to buckle, but he would not let them—could not let them.

"Anakin!"

Guided by her screaming voice, Anakin flung a handful of arsensalts in Jaina's direction, used the Force to carry them to the jelly.

Then he grabbed the amphistaff and jerked it from his body.

The agony was crushing.

Anakin shunted it aside, used his Jedi training to prevent his suffering from crippling him. He was injured, but not mortally so. One of Jaina's attackers spun to attack, changing his amphistaff to whip form in midswing.

Anakin batted the fanged head aside, leapt forward, feigned a slash. The impostor tried to step inside—had to try. Anakin slipped a foot behind his foe's heel and swept the leg. The Yuuzhan Vong went down, rolled, then opened his own throat on Anakin's downturned lightsaber.

Now free of her blorash jelly, Jaina was driving her foe back with a wild web of lightsaber slashes. Calling on the Force for strength, Anakin stepped over and slashed his blade across the Yuuzhan Vong's knees. Jaina opened the warrior's chestplate before he hit the ground, then turned and grabbed Anakin by the elbow.

"By the Sith, Anakin! Why'd you do something like that?"

"Like what?" he asked.

Jaina glared; they both knew his rescue had been rash.

"We lost two . . . and I wasn't going to . . . " The words caught in Anakin's throat, and he had to try again. "You were in trouble."

"And now you are." Jaina tried to wipe the blood from her eyes and failed, then started toward the alley. "Anakin, this was really . . . Are you ever going to learn?"

As they turned, Anakin found himself looking at a wall of Jedi, with Lowbacca and Zekk flanked by Jacen, Ganner, and everyone else he had ordered to stay in the alley. The last of the Yuuzhan Vong impostors lay on the ground behind them, their masquers and vonduun crab armor hacked into smoking pieces. Zekk went instantly to Jaina's side. Tahiri beat Lowbacca and Jacen to Anakin's. She tried to pull his hand away from the wound, but he wouldn't allow it. He lifted his chin toward Alema, who was still crouched behind the hovercar burning holes in Yuuzhan Vong chests.

"Call her off," he said. "Let's go before someone else gets killed."

Source: The New Jedi Order - Star by Star

Aboard the Baanu Rass, the Jedi strike team, continuing its pursuit of the voxyn queen, is waylaid by casualties and a deadly running defense by hordes of Yuuzhan Vong led by Nom Anor.

Source: The Essential Reader's Companion

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Tahiri and the strike team hold off dozens of voxyn as the creatures attack them from both sides. The Jedi were drawing low on power packs, were dealt a blow when Krasov Hara was mortally wounded by getting hit in the face with an acid spit and Raynar Thul being stabbed in the chest with a voxyn tail, and would have to eventually retreat back and use Jacen Solo's Force powers to keep the voxyn at bay after using Krasov's dead body as a form of bait:

"Trouble coming!"

Anakin barely heard Jacen's words. He did not want to make any more decisions, cause any more casualties.

"Anakin?"

He felt Jacen probing, checking to see if the battle had caused his wound to open. It had not. The pain remained bearable, and the Force gave Anakin strength.

A muffled rustling came down the corridor from both directions.

"Sith blood!" Jaina cursed. "He's cracking."

Someone fired a blaster. Someone else fired in the other direction. The Force became permeated with primal longing, and voxyn poured into the grand corridor to both sides of the strike team. The blasterfire grew deafening. Anakin drew his own weapon. It would be easier this way; no decisions to make. All he had to do was aim and fire.

Anakin started forward, and Lowbacca clamped hold of his shoulder and pointed toward the arch at their backs and groaned a question.

Anakin shook his head. "Tahiri can keep watch. I'm fighting with everyone else."

"Better if you watch," Tesar rasped. He pushed Anakin toward the arch. "For Krasov."

"I'm not hurt." Anakin followed the Barabel toward the battle line. "I can still fight."

"Anakin! Will you stay?" Jaina pointed her blaster into the arch. "Get yourself together."

Though spoken softly, the words struck Anakin like a fist. His own sister did not want him fighting at her side. Had he bungled things that badly?

Jaina joined the others on the firing lines. Anakin squatted behind the dead voxyn and stared into the rustling darkness, alert to any change in sound or in the Force that meant more creatures coming. Though hardly as sensitive to the beasts as Jacen, he could tell that most of the creatures on the other side of the archway were bloodthirsty but defensive—and almost stationary.

"You don't have to let them push you around," Tahiri said, dropping to her knees and almost yelling to make herself heard over the battle roar. "You're still team leader."

"Some leader," Anakin said.

Tahiri waited almost a full second before demanding, "What's that mean?"

"I keep getting people killed."

"People are getting killed. Who says it's your fault?"

"I do." Anakin glanced toward the battle. "They do."

"Neg that! They just want you to get us out of here." A concussion grenade shook the corridor and was answered by a dozen sonic screeches. "So do I. Think of something—fast."

Tahiri kissed him and turned toward the battle, her blaster drawn. So far, the bolt storm was holding the voxyn at bay, but that would change. It would change soon. Several Jedi were already drawing down their last power packs, and eventually the voxyn would mount an attack through Anakin's archway—unless the strike team left first.

Tesar rasped a curse, hurled his minicannon at a voxyn, and summoned Krasov's weapon to hand. His target sprang at his head, claws lashing. Raynar Thul caught the creature on a hissing lightsaber, opened a three-meter slash down its belly, then leapt away—into the path of its lashing tail.

The barb penetrated. Raynar winced and retreated into the Jedi ranks, severing the tail a meter from his jumpsuit and leaving the stump to hang. Anakin spun to call Tekli and found her scurrying forward, antidote in hand.

They had to move, they had to move soon.

Anakin turned his glow stick to maximum and tossed it through the archway, catching it with the Force and holding it high in the air. The voxyn belched acid at it, but settled down as they grew accustomed to the radiance. Anakin glimpsed many dozen creatures—probably not a hundred—spread over the tiers of a vast stadium. Most were squatting over the corpses of slaves they had dragged in from the city, glaring and ruffling their neck scales at each other.

No way to levitate across that. Jedi could not fly, after all, and the distance had to be more than a kilometer. Maybe if they used their Force acrobatics . . .

Jacen came to Anakin's side and, sensing the drift of his thoughts through the battle meld, peered into the arena. "We don't want to startle them. They won't leave their, uh, nests unless they feel threatened. I might be able to keep them from attacking at all."

"Good," Anakin said. "It'd be nice if something went right."

He turned to find Ganner pointing toward an acid-melted voxyn tunnel just up the corridor and yelling that they had to make a run for it. Afraid he wouldn't be heard over the battle roar, Anakin activated his comlink.

"Right idea, Ganner, wrong direction." He pointed through the archway. "This way."

"The arena?" This from Jaina. "You can't heal—"

"I'll heal when this is done," Anakin interrupted. What he wouldn't do was hole up in some voxyn tunnel and get everyone trapped. "This way."

Tesar Sebatyne was the first to nod. "As you order." He laid a barrage of covering fire. "Fall back!"

Lowbacca did the same for those facing the opposite direction, and Jacen led the way into the arena, dropping the battle meld so he could concentrate on soothing voxyn. The closest creatures ruffled their scales and scratched furrows into their tiers. They also remained in their nests and did not attack.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Star by Star

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Tahiri and the members of the Myrkr strike team are now close to the voxyn queen and had to get through a grashal, a type of Yuuzhan Vong organic building, and its thorn hedge defense. The Jedi would fight their way through the grashal, dealing with deadly thorns and an overwhelming amount of Yuuzhan Vong warriors before Anakin Solo would have a moment of Oneness and sacrifice himself to destroy the genetic material for the voxyn that Nom Anor was trying to smuggle away:

Spurred into action, the strike team readied their weapons and opened their emotions. Despite the lingering outrage—and some feelings of blame—over the Dark Jedi's betrayal, the battle meld felt the tightest it had been since the detention warrens. Anakin knelt a few meters from the passage mouth and took aim at one of the dark shapes visible through the thorn hedge. When he felt the others also find their targets—two to each guard—he fired.

Eight streaks of color fanned down the dusty slope and tore through the hedge into the four dark shapes beyond. None of the bolts missed. No Jedi would bungle such an important attack, not with the Force to guide his aim. But only two shots burned through. Six ricocheted off the guards' vonduun crab armor, blasting dust columns into the air or burning pits into the grashal wall.

The surviving guards dropped and crawled for cover. Half the strike team was already rushing down the slope, firing as they ran, their T-21 repeating blasters keeping the Yuuzhan Vong pinned and clearing the hedge for the more powerful weapons behind.

Anakin and Jaina fired again. Prone to deflection and straying at that distance, their power blasters could only flush the guards. One warrior fell to Alema's longblaster. The other was staggered by Tesar's minicannon, then finished by the T-21s as they reached effective range. Now the second wave was up and running. Despite the strength Tesar was sharing, Anakin could not keep pace. Tahiri, Jaina, and Tesar dropped back to stay with him.

"Go! I'll catch up."

"When Jawas swim!" Tahiri shot back.

"Anakin, you're in no condition," Jaina said. "Go back to the equipment pit and locate Lowie. Maybe if you find a safe place to hole up and go into a healing trance—"

"Too late for that," Anakin said. "I'm seeing this through."

"Even if it means putting others at risk?" Jaina demanded. "If you're slow, you're a danger to us all. At least try a trance."

Things had gone too far for a trance, Anakin knew. He was thirsty enough to drink sweat, and his abdomen was hard with trapped blood, and the effort of finding a place safe enough to enter a trance would probably kill him anyway. But the thought that he might be endangering others did give him pause. It was one thing to face the inevitable, quite another to take others along. He sought guidance from the Force, opening himself to its tide, trying to sense where it was carrying him.

The sound of the ruffling voxyn scales rose to mind. He felt again the awe he had experienced in the arena, when he realized it had been Yuuzhan Vong patricians who fought there. The Force had spoken to him then.

"I'm going," he said.

Jaina clenched her jaw, then looked away. "I thought so."

The first wave reached the hedge and ducked through the burn holes. Stalks began to strike like snakes. Half a dozen lightsabers snapped to life and hacked the brambles away, then the Jedi stumbled out the other side ripping thorn tangles from around their throats and legs. The hedge struck again as the second wave crossed. The first wave left them to their own devices and continued on toward the grashal. Speed was crucial. During their reconnaissance, Anakin had sensed a company of Yuuzhan Vong lurking a few hundred meters beyond the cloning lab, presumably where the strike team had been expected to leave the voxyn warrens.

By the time Anakin and his three companions penetrated the hedge, the first wave had already cut through the grashal wall. Tenel Ka, Zekk, and Alema pressed themselves against the block and rode along as Ganner used the Force to shove the monolith inside.

A burring cloud of bugs came boiling out. The Jedi huddled down in their armored jumpsuits, their blades tracing crackling color fans as they batted insects from the air. A grenade explosion rocked the grashal, then another and another, and the bug storm withered to a trickle.

"Clear!" Zekk yelled.

Ganner and Jacen ducked inside. Jaina hefted her power blaster to follow, but then everyone's comlinks popped and hissed static. There came a ripple in the Force, maybe strong enough to be Raynar's death. Anakin looked to the ceiling, saw nothing through the patching membranes but Myrkr's green glow. He would never know.

"They'll pay." Jaina tore her eyes from the ceiling. "They will pay."

"Then so will we," Anakin said. Jaina's eyes were sunken with fatigue and her mouth was drooping with sorrow, and she looked more frail and troubled than Anakin had ever seen her. "We're here to destroy the queen, not take revenge."

"Right." Jaina stepped through the opening. "Revenge comes later."

Anakin left Tahiri and Tekli at the breach with Alema's longblaster and followed his sister into the grashal. It was like stepping into a Yavin 4 nightstorm, a dark fog hanging overhead, glow lichen up there somewhere casting sallow halos, blaster bolts and lightsabers flashing like colored lightning—and the humid air muffling the scream and roar of combat, making all that death seem more distant than it was.

Anakin spun out from behind the door block and batted a razor bug from the air, found himself staring through a jungle of pulsing white vines, their corkscrew stalks rising out of planting bins filled with briny-smelling mud. The Yuuzhan Vong were ahead everywhere, their presence too dispersed and indistinct to tell him much. A pair of thud bugs sent him diving for cover. He exchanged his lightsaber for the power blaster and came up firing.

The first shots left him so light-dazzled he glimpsed only a dark shape on the opposite side of the bin, diving for cover. He spun around the end of the box, heard the snap-hiss of an igniting lightsaber, then Tesar Sebatyne's familiar hissing. The Yuuzhan Vong had thrown his last bug.

Anakin reached out with the Force and found the rest of the strike team taking heavy swarm, pinned down in the darkness. Easy enough to fix. He reached for his incendiary grenades, but felt Tesar already lifting three objects into the dark fog overhead.

A smug Yuuzhan Vong presence drew Anakin's attention to the next planting bin. Rolling from his hiding place, he saw a dark figure leaping across the aisle ahead, amphistaff poised to strike. He lifted his power blaster . . . and pitched forward as a razor bug sliced across his neck from behind, vibro-sharp mandibles gliding off his jumpsuit's armored lining. The insect banked and came back, pincers stretching for his face. Anakin pivoted and took a cheek slash, fired at his original target.

The bolt caught the Yuuzhan Vong in a shoulder seam and spun him around. An arm flew off trailing the smell of scorched flesh, but the warrior did not even scream. He just pirouetted and, now swinging one-armed, brought his amphistaff down.

Anakin's razor bug came around again, this time slashing for the throat, and he had to turn away. Behind him, Tesar's lightsaber snapped to life and sputtered harshly. Anakin blocked with the body of the power blaster, then took a pair of thud bugs in the flank and slammed to the floor. He heard the dull thump of an amphistaff hitting a thick reptilian skull, and the flow of strength trailed off as the Barabel plummeted into insensibility.

Anakin did not consciously fire his power blaster. He was too busy reaching up into the darkness, searching for falling grenades. How many seconds left? The power blaster just flashed, and Tesar's attacker crashed to the floor.

Anakin found what he was looking for and pushed. A ripple of danger sense made him roll away as the razor bug crashed to the floor where his head had been. He hammered the thing dead, then heard the telltale crackle of the grenade detonations. Hoping he would still be there when the sound fell silent, he closed his eyes and reached out to find his attacker through the lambent crystal.

Not easy—too many Yuuzhan Vong in too many places—but he felt something off to his left. He spun and fired.

The depletion alarm sounded, just loud enough to be heard over the crackling flames above. The Yuuzhan Vong presence was closer now, eager. Flinging the useless blaster aside, he plucked his lightsaber from his belt and thumbed it to life, brought it into a cross-body guard—caught an amphistaff descending toward his head. Eyes still squeezed shut against the brilliant glare above, he swung his legs around and scissored his attacker's knees. The contest ended in a quick lightsaber thrust.

The flames crackled out. Anakin opened his eyes and saw yellow glow lichen shining bright, the last wisps of vapor cloud evaporating into the hot air. He lay there for a long time, taking stock of his condition, trying to fight off his anguish. It took five full breaths to establish that the pain was caused only by his old wound, ten heartbeats more to bring it under control.

Gradually, Anakin grew aware of the battle meld again, of the strike team's mounting elation. Pushing his agony aside, calling on the Force, he lifted himself to his feet. The Jedi were advancing on the left side of the grashal, driving back the last handful of shapers and guards, slashing nutrient vines and cloning pods as they went. Through the pulsing tangle of stalks, he could not see what they were hunting—but he could feel it, over by the grashal wall, trapped a little below floor level, unsettled, wild, ferocious. Afraid.

Behind Anakin, the longblaster boomed. He felt panic from Tahiri and turned to find her rushing into the grashal. A ball of fire followed her through the breach and exploded into the monolith standing there, and Tahiri went flying.

Anakin rushed to help, but she was up before he took two steps. "Magma spitters! We're cut off."

Anakin did not bother to look. "Tekli?"

Tahiri pointed behind him, where the Chadra-Fan was sprinkling stinksalts on Tesar's forked tongue. The Barabel was smiling, but not waking.

"Take him . . . and go." Every word filled Anakin's belly with fire. He pointed toward the others. "You may need to cut a way out."

"'You'?" Tahiri said. "I'm not going—"

"Do it!" Anakin snapped. When Tahiri's face fell, he spoke more gently. "You need . . . to help Tekli. I'll be along."

"Yes, Tahiri," Tekli said. She cast a knowing glance at Anakin, then kneeled astride the Barabel and began to slap him. "Tesar is not responding. I cannot move him and work on him both."

Tahiri looked doubtful, but could hardly refuse to help. Blinking back a tear, she stretched up to kiss Anakin on the lips—then caught herself and shook her head. "No—for that, you have to come back."

Anakin gave her his best lopsided smile. "Soon, then."

"Soon," Tahiri repeated. "May the Force be with you."

This second part, she added so quietly that Anakin did not think she meant him to hear it. All too aware of the growing weakness in his legs, he went to the makeshift doorway and peered around the edge. An artillery squad had set up beyond the thorn hedge, their four magma spitters trained on the opening. No one was attempting to move closer, which meant the main force would be attacking from the other side. Anakin turned toward the primary entrance and focused on what he felt through the lambent crystal. It did not surprise him at all to sense a heavy Yuuzhan Vong presence streaming in from the ambush site.

He set off at a painfully slow run. Twice, he dropped to a knee when his legs buckled—once while trading blows with a glassy-eyed Yuuzhan Vong who had no more business in hand-to-hand combat than he did. He won that fight by slashing open a planting bin, then levitating himself while the nutrient mud spilled out and swept his foe off balance. The next combat he nearly did not survive at all, catching an amphistaff butt in his wound and popping the external stitches. His life was saved only when he used the Force to bounce his blaster off the warrior's tattooed brow.

As he retrieved his weapon and rose, Anakin vomited blood. Even before he was finished, he was using the Force to lift himself to his feet, willing himself to run. He had to beat the enemy assault force to the door. At last, he cleared the planting bins and spied the door membrane twenty meters to his left, as wide as an X-wing was long and twice as high. The far corner of the membrane rose slightly. Anakin ducked back into the planting beds, free hand already pulling a thermal detonator from his harness.

When Anakin saw the figure who stepped through, he nearly dropped the detonator. The newcomer's back was turned, but he wore a tattered jumpsuit and stood a head taller than most humans. He set off for the voxyn pen at a sprint.

"Lowie?" Anakin called, using the Force to make his weak voice carry.

He reached out, but felt only the same hazy Yuuzhan Vong presence as before. The newcomer turned, revealing the profile of a sandy-haired human, and raised an old E-11 blaster rifle.

Anakin was already behind a planting bin, activating his com-link. "Impostor!" he warned. "Trying for pens."

The blasterfire crescendoed to a deafening roar, as did the Jedi frustration. The firing angles were impossible. A grenade detonated somewhere, and Jaina yelled for a charge.

The door membrane began to roll upward, revealing forty pairs of Yuuzhan Vong feet waiting to rush inside. Anakin opened himself to the Force completely, drawing it into himself through the power of his emotions—not through his anger or fear like a Dark Jedi, but through his love for his family and his fellow Jedi Knights, through his faith in the Jedi purpose and the promise of the future. The Force poured in from all sides, filling him with a swirling maelstrom of power and purpose, saturating him and devouring him. There was nothing to be frightened of, no reason to grieve. He could feel it flowing into him and himself flowing into it. Anakin was the Force, and the Force was Anakin.

Anakin rose. His body emitted a faint aura of light—the glow of his cells burning out—and the air crackled around him. His injuries no longer pained him. He was acutely aware of everything in the grashal—the musty smell of the droning thud bugs, the sultry heat rising from the planting bins, the huffing breath of his fellow Jedi, even the Yuuzhan Vong. Their presence was as distinct to him as that of his own companions, almost as though the Force had somehow expanded to include them.

Firing as he ran, Anakin raced along the rising door. Every bolt blasted a Yuuzhan Vong foot. Muffled roars reverberated through the membrane. Ahead of him, half a dozen warriors dropped and rolled into the grashal. He blasted these before they could rise, then reached the other end and stroked the tickle pad. The door lowered again.

"Hutt breath!" Jaina cursed over the comlink. "She's escaping."

Anakin could feel it, too. The voxyn was moving down and away. He activated his own comlink. "The impostor must have opened an escape tunnel." It no longer hurt to speak, but his aura had gone from faint to bright. His cells were burning like fire. "Jacen, you're in charge. Take everyone and go after her."

Jaina's surprise at not having her own name called carried through the Force like a shout across water, but she stifled any resentment she felt and said, "Can't get there, Little Brother."

"The path will clear."

Anakin slashed the membrane tickle pad and circled toward the empty voxyn pen. He could feel Yuuzhan Vong ahead, crouching behind the last row of planting bins, secure in the knowledge that help was coming. That changed a moment later, when Anakin began to pour blasterfire into their flank. His angle was poor for head shots and his bolts too weak to penetrate vonduun crab armor, but by the time the Yuuzhan Vong realized that, they were being overrun by Jedi.

[...]

The longblaster roared from the pen area, blowing a head-sized hole through one Yuuzhan Vong and a fist-sized hole through the one behind him. Anakin launched himself into a back flip and landed five meters away. His aura flickered wildly as his cells began to burn and burst. He hazarded a glance over his shoulder and saw Jaina peering over the pit wall, tears streaming down her cheeks, the longblaster propped against her shoulder. Jacen was beside her, likewise weeping, trying to pull her away.

Go! Anakin said through the Force. I can't hold.

The Yuuzhan Vong charged again, and Jaina fired. Another warrior fell, and the rest came. Anakin flipped another five meters back—then felt someone, a Yuuzhan Vong, creeping along the far wall of the grashal. He retreated until he could see the figure: the Jedi impostor, perhaps thirty meters distant, dragging a heavy cargo pod toward the strike team's makeshift opening.

The warriors arrived again, and Anakin had to defend himself. Purple blade ticking back and forth, blocking and parrying and slipping strike after strike, he faded two steps and saw an opening. He brought his feet up and planted his heels in the center Yuuzhan Vong's chest. His lightsaber flashed twice, cleaving the skulls of the adjacent warriors, then he kicked off, launching himself into a series of Force-assisted cartwheels.

Anakin continued far enough to see where the impostor had come from, a work area near the queen's pen. Dozens of tendrils lay stretched along a workbench, each ending in a small cloning pod, some open, some closed. It looked like a tissue transfer station.

That was what the impostor had, a cargo pod full of voxyn tissue, enough to clone a million. Anakin's aura flashed and dimmed, flashed again and dimmed more, his cells rupturing in chain reactions, the cycles coming faster and faster as less of him remained to contain the energy. He felt himself not exactly departing, but melting back into the Force. He pulled his last thermal detonator off his harness and thumbed the timer three clicks.

Go now.

"Anakin, I can't!" Jaina commed.

Anakin raised the detonator so his brother and sister could see. Thirty seconds. He released the trigger. Take her, Jacen. Kiss Tahiri for me.

With the charging warriors almost on him again, Anakin threw the detonator across the grashal. He wasn't conscious of using the Force to guide it, but he must have, because it hit the impostor in the head.

[...]

Nom Anor rushed for the detonator again. Anakin waited, waited until the executor was almost on it, then reached out with the Force one last time, rolling the sphere toward the cargo pod.

He did not hear the angry curse that followed, nor did he see Nom Anor fleeing at a dead run.

By then, Anakin was gone.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Star by Star

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Tahiri fights alongside Luke and Mara Jade Skywalker to defeat a group of five Yuuzhan Vong warriors trying to ambush them in the forest on Borleais. She uses her Yuuzhan Vong instincts to know when the first surprise attack will be launched and blocks the thud bug meant to throw them off, then engages with a single warrior. She moves out of the way as an amphistaff tried to spit venom at Luke but ended up hitting the warrior in front of her, and then Tahiri went to engage one of the two warriors trying to kill Mara. The fight takes them into the greenery around the trio and out of sight, but she returns a few moments later victorious:

"They'll wait until we can't hear what the first group is doing back at the site we just left," Tahiri said. "But they'll be impatient. It'll be pretty soon after that. Such as . . . now." Tahiri thumbed her lightsaber on; its snap-hiss heralded the lengthening of its glowing blade just in time for that blade to intercept a thud bug. The thud bug flared into incandescence and disappeared with a crackling sound.

Luke brought his lightsaber up but turned away from Tahiri. He saw, out of the corner of his eye, Mara doing the same, turning the other way. The three of them stood back to back as the Yuuzhan Vong warriors came spilling out of the jungle.

There were five of them, and the first, coming in at Luke, was moving too fast, committed to the charge, depending on the first thud bug to distract the Jedi. Luke spun his lightsaber to intercept his cracking amphistaff, then rolled over backward, propelling the Yuuzhan Vong warrior past him in an uncontrolled tumble. Yours, he thought.

Barely looking, Mara brought her own lightsaber blade around, plunging it into the hurtling warrior's face as he tumbled past.

The next one in came at Tahiri, amphistaff rigid in a two-handed grip. She parried his first strike, his second, and kicked him in the knee, but the impact of her bare foot on his vonduun crab armor slowed him not at all.

Two, timing it as a single attack, leapt out from a screen of dangling fronds at Mara. She reversed her lightsaber so that the butt of the hilt was next to her thumb, the blade oriented down, and directed it back and forth against their low amphistaff attacks, using the lightsaber as a defensive umbrella. As one went high to bring his weapon up and over her defense, she kicked out, a beauty of a full-extension kick that caught him under the jaw and tumbled him backward into the fronds.

The last one came in at Luke. He was slower, more patient than his comrades. Luke struck, a feint, then began a reverse strike as he saw his opponent raise the amphistaff to parry . . . then something about the warrior's pose and motion set off an alarm in Luke's mind. Luke dropped to one knee and the poison spat by his foe's amphistaff went harmlessly over his head.

It wasn't entirely harmless. Luke saw it arc toward Tahiri's side. She withdrew a step, drawing her enemy forward, and the poison splattered against the warrior's mask, dribbling through the eyehole. The warrior gurgled, clamping down on a shout of pain or dread.

[...]

Tahiri's enemy was down now, poison flowing from one eye socket and smoke rising from the other, and she moved into position just in time to intercept Mara's second foe as he returned from the verge of fronds. Caught off guard by her flurry of attacks, the Yuuzhan Vong warrior allowed himself to be forced into retreat; both of them disappeared into the fronds.

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Luke beckoned and his lightsaber, depowered, flew back into his hand. He snapped it on again. "Tahiri?"

"Here." She emerged from the screen of fronds, unhurt.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines I: Rebel Dream

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In the undercity of Vongformed Coruscant, Tahiri fights alongside Luke and Mara Jade Skywalker against a group of seven Yuuzhan Vong warriors. The Jedi had the help of Garik "Face" Loran as well, but would eventually have to stage a fighting retreat as several dozen more Yuuzhan Vong warriors came out of the woodwork and threatened the scientists in their group:

The enemy leader stared at Face. Then the brief stalemate ended as it had to; the leader charged, his warriors with him in two lines.

Face dropped back, allowing the more skilled combatants to close the gap where he'd been. The enemy leader hurtled toward him as if to shoot between Luke and Kell to reach him anyway, whirling his amphistaff to slam Luke out of the way, but Luke went up and over the charge in a somersault made only slightly clumsy by his false alien armor.

While he was inverted, he saw Kell catch the leader and spin him back and around, slamming him powerfully into one of the transparisteel panels on the side of the walkway. The panel held, but the metal restraints holding it failed; warrior and panel punched free of the walkway. The warrior screamed, flailing, as he dropped from view.

Luke landed and brought his lightsaber out from beneath the skirt plates even as he heard the snap-hiss of Mara's and Tahiri's blades igniting. His lit just in time to catch the thrust from an amphistaff. He shoved the deadly pointed tip of the weapon out of alignment, let it slide past him, and riposted. The warrior he faced caught the lightsaber blade on the amphistaff's upper end and the blade bounced away, leaving only the faintest of burn marks on the amphistaff neck.

His opponent screamed, "Jeedai!" The cry was picked up and repeated by the other five warriors facing them -- and then by other voices, farther back.

Luke parried a thud bug hurled his way by one of the warriors in the second rank, then made a wild swing at the warrior in front of him. That fighter ducked, but he was not the true target; Luke's blow continued onto the arm of Tahiri's opponent to his right, hitting it at the unprotected elbow, severing it. That warrior roared, more, it seemed, in anger than in pain, as his arm and amphistaff dropped to the walkway floor. Tahiri took advantage of the moment to kick him, propelling the warrior back into the second rank. Meanwhile, in Luke's peripheral vision, Mara deftly incinerated a razor bug hurled at her, then parried a hard swing from a front-rank amphistaff and a thrust from another in the second row.

Then Luke could see them, more warriors running toward them from the building opposite. He couldn't count them; he thought there were at least twenty, and more were emerging from that walkway opening every second. Most were screaming, "Jeedai!"

Kell Tainer turned and ran. Luke caught a glimpse of Tahiri's eyes, startled and betrayed, through her helmet faceplate before she ducked beneath the swing of her next opponent. Before she could straighten, a burst of blasterfire filled the air above her head. Most of it was absorbed or deflected by her opponent's vonduun crab armor, but one shot caught the warrior in the throat. He fell back, his throat smoking, and Luke could see Face standing directly behind Tahiri, blaster rifle in hand. Even as Tahiri rose, Face let off the trigger and took a half step left, out of Luke's peripheral vision, waiting for another target.

Luke kicked the severed arm and its amphistaff up into the face of his opponent, then followed with a simple thrust to the head. That warrior was too canny or experienced for such a ploy; unflinching, he let the arm bounce from his helmet and deflected the thrust with his amphistaff.

Then the next wave of warriors reached them, and suddenly there were too many amphistaffs, thud bugs, razor bugs, and knifelike coufees to stand form against. Luke found himself forced backward step after step even as he parried a blow, incinerated a razor bug, plunged his lightsaber blade into a warrior's throat. "Fighting retreat!" he shouted.

Something arced between Luke and Mara from behind. It looked like a flat black box, about the size of a human hand, with glowing letters or numbers on one side. And Kell was once again in Luke's peripheral vision, this time with a blaster, holding it high over the head of the Jedi, pouring fire down into the Yuuzhan Vong. "Suggest we retreat fast," he shouted. "Ten."

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

NOTE: The fight then devolves into Tahiri and her team having to escape the radius of the bomb's explosion, which catches most of the Yuuzhan Vong and collapses the bridge they were fighting on. Luke had used the Force to yank Tahiri and Mara away from the explosion and to safety.

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Tahiri joins Luke Skywalker, Mara Jade Skywalker, and a group of Yuuzhan Vong warriors in fighting the Dark Jedi Lord Nyax. Nyax is a hulking cyborg of a man standing three meters tall and has eight lightsabers jutting out of his limbs, forearms, elbows, and knees. Tahiri would even perform a feint maneuver where she appeared to overextend and head towards Nyax's knee but ducked out of the way from his lightsaber at the last second, just as Luke jumped onto Nyax's knee and tried to force him to stab himself in the face. The fight is interrupted though when a construction droid topples the floor beneath the fighters:

Kell finished binding Viqi's hands behind her back and looked up in time to see Lord Nyax lunge toward Luke.

Luke raised his lightsaber, caught the downward sweep of Lord Nyax's right-hand forearm weapon. He spun clockwise, narrowing his profile as the left-hand forearm blade thrust toward him, and kept his guard up in time to intercept the right-hand elbow blade. Mara leapt forward, unleashing two fast blows that the thing's left-elbow blade caught, then folded over nearly double as she leapt back from a strike from its left knee.

The Yuuzhan Vong warriors unloaded handfuls of thudbugs and razorbugs, heedless of which of the targets they might hit, but the two Jedi and Lord Nyax flicked the weapons out of the air or dodged them entirely.

Two Jedi? Three. Suddenly Tahiri was in their midst, coming up on Luke's left, blocking a follow-up blow from the elbow blade on that side.

[...]

"It's a delaying tactic!" Mara shouted over the roar.

"I know!" Luke shouted back. "It's working! I'm being delayed!" He stopped a forearm-swing and was driven back a step, stopped the follow-up elbow swing and was driven back a step, jumped back to avoid the knee-strike and discovered it was only a feint; Lord Nyax's leg snapped back and caught a Yuuzhan Vong warrior in the crotch, collapsing the warrior despite its armor.

Every step took the Jedi and the warriors toward the center of the chamber. The floor vibrated beneath their feet.

"What?" Mara said.

"I didn't say anything!"

"Not you! Speak up, Face!"

Luke waved Mara back. She jumped up and backward in a somersault, taking her out of Lord Nyax's range, and took out her comlink, holding it up to her ear. Tahiri took her place, swinging her lightsaber defensively, eyes wide as she analyzed her attacker's motions and patterns.

[...]

Unable to hear, Mara bit off a curse. She tucked her comlink away and jumped back into the fight, deflected a pair of thudbugs, took a swipe at Lord Nyax's hand; its arm rotated and it caught the attack on its lightsaber blade.

Luke flipped over the pale thing, striking as he went; his blow was blocked.

Tahiri, in front, lunged forward . . . and stumbled, right into the path of a knee blade. Mara reached out, an effort to shove with the Force, knowing that she was too late, knowing that the knee-blade would emerge in a fraction of a second from the back of Tahiri's skull—but Tahiri whipped to the side, still in control, still in balance, even as Luke crashed feetfirst into Lord Nyax's neck, forcing its head down toward its own knee-blade.

The blade turned itself off. Lord Nyax's head passed through empty space. Luke, backflipping to his feet, offered up an expression of bafflement and frustration.

Mara sighed. It had been a feint, an effort to trick the thing into spearing itself with its own weapons. But its designers had been too thorough. There were fail-safes.

The floor rocked under their feet. Mara felt the crash from below as much as she heard it.

Lord Nyax leapt upward a half-dozen meters and then, impossibly, just hung there in space, smiling down at the Jedi and the Yuuzhan Vong.

Mara realized, a fraction of a second too late, that it had merely grabbed the same cord by which she and Luke had descended. Then the floor went out from under her.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand

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Tahiri, Luke Skywalker, and Mara Jade Skywalker fight and manage to defeat the Dark Jedi Lord Nyax while both sides were benefiting from the Force wellspring Nyax unleashed from under the old Jedi Temple. Tahiri used her abilities as both a Jedi and a Yuuzhan Vong, being able to hide her Force presence, to great avail in the fight, which ended up being the key to victory for the Jedi:

Luke, Mara, and Tahiri confront Lord Nyax, a hulking cyborg humanoid fitted with an unbelievable eight lightsabers jutting from his limbs. Through her Yuuzhan Vong conditioning, Tahiri can make herself invisible in the Force, giving the Jedi the advantage they need to stop Nyax.

Source: The Essential Reader's Companion

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Only the combined Force skills of Luke, Mara and a young Jedi called Tahiri were able to bring this new and deadly foe down.

Source: The Official Star Wars Fact File 57

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Tahiri, with the help of Droma, uses a blaster and her lightsaber to fend off groups of reptoids to protect Jaina Solo after a speeder crash. Tahiri would do so for close to ten minutes on the surface of Esfandia where she had to wear a large, sealed suit:

Only then did Jag realize what lay below.

Huddled against a boulder were three small, humanoid figures. They stood with their backs to the boulder, two of them firing repeating blasters or using lightsabers to keep two more tsik seru and a swarm of reptoids at bay. The third slumped against the stone and appeared to be having difficulty remaining upright.

Jag stitched a line of fire across the contracting line of alien foot soldiers. At least a dozen went down screaming.

"Jag, back here!"

The comm message was from Tahiri. She was warding off four reptoids, two of them armed with coufees. The other two were throwing thud bugs whenever they saw an opening. Jag swept in low across the fight and dropped a thermal mine in the middle of the reptoids, shooting at the two with coufees on his way out.

When the thermal mine went off, bits of reptoids were sent flying every which way. Something thumped against the side of his helmet, and he ducked in case more pieces were following. Guiding his bucking speeder around in a circle, he came back to check on Tahiri and the others.

[...]

"So where are our speeders?" Jag said, firing his blaster at a knot of reptoids who looked about ready to charge.

Tahiri pointed at a crater behind the line of reptoids.

"A tsik seru took them out before I could take it out. We tried calling for help, but our line of sight is shot down here. We were lucky you came along."

He felt strangely like laughing, but doubted he approaching line of snarling reptoids would see the joke. "You're back where you started!"

"Not at all." Tahiri's grin was fleeting and joyful. "Now Jaina's safe, I don't have to watch my back." She tensed. "Try and keep up, Colonel. We're getting out of here."

With a powerful, Force-augmented spring, she somersaulted up onto the boulder they'd been sheltering in front of and began blasting reptoids from above.

[...]

Leia paced nervously across the Falcon's passenger bay, wishing there were something she could do. She'd felt the shock of Jaina's sudden plunge into unconsciousness, and had endured an anxious ten minutes until she felt her daughter recover.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Force Heretic III: Reunion

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Tahiri engages with a Yuuzhan Vong warrior in single combat on the planet of Esfandia where she had to wear a large, sealed suit. The room they were in was illuminated only by her lightsaber's blade, and in the engagement Tahiri appears to feint being overwhelmed by the warrior's strength, falling back and making him press forward. She then uses that to slice him up from groin to shoulder and doesn't appear out of breath at all afterwards:

The base of the antenna was a maze of supports and thick cable conduits leading underground. It was so dark that even his suit's light-enhancing algorithms had trouble coping. They made their way by the shine of Tahiri's lightsaber to the place the comm tech had described.

[...]

He tapped in the digits one at a time while she watched to make sure he didn't mistype anything. Just as he was keying in the second-to-last digit, though, something black shot past his faceplate. He jumped back, reaching for his charric blaster as the glowing controls burst into a shower of sparks. Tahiri was one step ahead of him. Two more thud bugs came darting in; she burned them out of the air with her lightsaber just as a Yuuzhan Vong warrior bore down upon them, waving an amphistaff. Tahiri shouted something guttural in return and met him halfway.

Jag stayed down, not wanting to risk hitting Tahiri with an ill-timed shot in the cramped space, but ready to step in if needed. It was hard to tell exactly what was going on; her lightsaber left sheets of glare in its wake. It looked for a moment as though she was being driven back by heavy blows from the amphistaff, but then, just when he felt sure she was beaten, she ducked beneath the weapon and delivered a lazy-looking slash that opened the warrior up from groin to chin. With a steaming gurgle, the alien fell backward and was still.

Tahiri didn't even appear out of breath when she returned her attention to Jag.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Force Heretic III: Reunion

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Tahiri fights against a group of Yuuzhan Vong warriors numbering in eight total and manages to defeat seven of them. She defeats the first warrior, engages two more that we see on-panel, and the next time she is described she's noted as having several cuts that we didn't see happen, so she clearly fought more off-screen. Although she was fighting alongside a group of six Shamed Ones, they couldn't have contributed much to the fight because they were outnumbered, had the less effective weapons (clubs vs amphistaffs), and half of them were already down after she took out the first warrior:

Above her, through the now open canopy, she saw a Yuuzhan Vong tsik vai, an atmospheric flier, huge and ray-shaped, and from it snaked long cables. To each cable clung a Yuuzhan Vong warrior. One passed less than two meters from her, and she braced for the fight, but he went on past, oblivious to her presence, striking the jungle floor and uncoiling his amphistaff in the same motion.

A terrible wail went up from her pursuers. She could see them now, all horribly disfigured, all Shamed Ones. They raised their short clubs and faced the warriors.

They didn't have a chance—she saw that immediately. For an instant, the tracker held her eye, and she thought he would give her away, but instead his expression went grim.

"Run!" he shouted. "We cannot win here!"

Tahiri hesitated only an instant longer, then made a series of steplike leaps to the ground. The first of the Shamed Ones had already fallen when her feet touched the spongy soil.

A warrior caught her motion from the corner of his eye and turned to meet her, snarling a war cry. His face transfigured in surprise when she answered it in his own language. He whirled his amphistaff toward her, a lateral strike aimed at her scapula. She caught the blade and cut toward his knuckles, but he parried with distance, pulled his weapon free of the bind, and lunged deep with the venomous tip. She caught it in a high sweep and stepped in, cut to his shoulder where the vonduun crab armor shed its fury in a shower of sparks, then dodged past, reversing the weapon and plunging its fiery point into the vulnerable spot in the armpit. The warrior gasped and sank to his knees, and she whipped the weapon around to decapitate him even as she launched herself at the next foe.

Combat was a blur, after that. Eight warriors had dropped from the flier. Seven were left, and fully half of the Shamed Ones were bleeding on the ground. She had an image of the tracker, his arms knotted in a neck-breaking hold. She saw another Shamed One strike a warrior on the temple with his club only to be run through from behind. Mostly she saw the lightning-quick amphistaff strikes of the two warriors trying to flank her. She cut at a knee, smelled the scorch of flesh as the blade severed through armor. An amphistaff whipped toward her back and she had to roll beneath the blow. Parry, thrust, and cut became her entire existence.

Spattered with Yuuzhan Vong blood and bleeding from several cuts of her own, she suddenly found herself back to back with the tracker. He was all that remained of the six who had initially been following her, but there remained only three warriors.

For a moment, they stood like that. The warriors backed away a bit. The leader was massive. His ears were cut into fractal patterns; great trenchlike scars stood on his cheeks.

"I've heard of you, abomination," he snarled. "The one-who-was-shaped. Is it true what they say? These pathetic maw luur excretions worship you?"

"I don't know anything about that," Tahiri said. "But I know when I see a dishonorable fight. They were not only outnumbered, but poorly armed. How can you call yourselves warriors, to attack in such a way?"

"They are Shamed Ones," the warrior sneered back. "They are outside honor. They are worse than infidels; they are heretic traitors, not to be fought but to be exterminated."

"You fear us," the tracker rasped. "You fear us because we know the truth. You lap at Shimrra's feet, yet Shimrra is the true heretic. See how this Jeedai has laid you low. The gods favor her, not you."

"If the gods favor her, they do not favor you," the warrior snapped.

"They are delaying us," the tracker told Tahiri. She noticed he had blood on his lips. "They delay us while another tsik vai arrives."

"Quiet, heretic," the war leader bellowed, "and you may yet live to snivel a little longer. There are questions we would ask of you." His expression softened. "Renounce your heresy. This Jeedai is a great prize. Help us win her, and perhaps the gods will forgive you and grant you an honorable death."

"No death is more honorable than dying by the side of a Jeedai," the tracker answered. "Vua Rapuung proved that."

"Vua Rapuung," the warrior all but spat. "That story is a heretic's lie. Vua Rapuung died in disgrace."

For answer the Shamed One suddenly bolted forward, so quickly he took the leader by surprise, bowling into him before he could raise his weapon. The other two turned to help, but Tahiri danced forward, feinting at the knee and then cutting high through the warrior's throat when he dropped his guard to parry. She exchanged a flurry of blows with the second, though it ended the same, with the warrior flopping lifeless to the ground.

She turned to find the tracker impaling the leader with his own amphistaff.

Source: The New Jedi Order - The Final Prophecy

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Tahiri and Corran Horn fight Yuuzhan Vong warriors off-screen, but fight enough of them to be cut up from deeply. They then fight and kill seven more warriors after arriving inside of Nen Yim's room:

The ship was as she had seen it the day before, shimmering gently, waiting for her. Excitement grew in her. She was stepping forward, touching it with her master's hand, when several figures burst through the doorway into the room.

Two humans, and, by their whipping, burning unlife brands, certainly Jedi. They were engaged with eight warriors. Both of the humans already bore several bloody gashes, but as she watched, two more Yuuzhan Vong warriors fell from sizzling, cauterized wounds.

One of the remaining guards turned to face her.

"Master Yim, flee. There is danger here."

She knew him—Bhasu Ruuq, quiet for a warrior. She thought she'd caught him giving her admiring glances before.

"My apologies," she said. She extended her master's hand, and a long, whiplike sting no thicker than a straw snaked out and impaled him through the eye. He died without a sound. She curled her hand, and the sting wrapped around the neck of another warrior and bit through the arteries of his neck. She released it, recalled it, and shot it back out to kill a third.

The Jedi cut down the last of their stunned opponents and stood panting over corpses, staring at her.

Source: The New Jedi Order - The Final Prophecy

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Tahiri engages three Yuuzhan Vong warriors at once, using the Force to better her martial arts, kicks a warrior down, and then kills another before she is overrun, kicked in the head and struck by an amphistaff:

"I need an opening in that wall, large enough for this ship to pass through. I'm certain your infi—your weapons can accomplish it."

Tahiri nodded at Corran, and together they moved to the coral wall indicated and began carving chunks from it. While they were still less than half done, shouts went up behind them.

Before Corran could react, Tahiri spun and charged the new attackers. There were three of them.

"Finish!" she cried. "I'll take these."

All three bore amphistaffs. She hurled herself at them as if committed to a full-on charge, but at the last instant stopped short. As a result, the counterattack from the lead warrior was also short. She picked up the rigid end of his staff in a high bind and cut down through the juncture of neck and shoulder, sweeping her blade around to catch a second attacker in a high parry. Then she dropped, instinctively ducking the slash from the third. Even so, the second warrior recovered quickly and wrapped his suddenly flexible staff around her ankle. Tahiri used the Force to leap away, and the warrior yanked her back, which was what she'd been planning. She went with the pull, and both of her feet hit him in the face. He grunted and fell back, but didn't release the staff. As she fell, she reversed her weapon and let the third warrior impale himself through the armpit. Black vapor exploded from the wound and the scent of burning blood sang in her nostrils.

She rolled to get back to her feet, but the remaining warrior kicked her in the side of the head. The blow rang in her skull, and white lights threatened to blot out her vision. She swung wildly, but failed to connect with anything. Then everything went strange as something hard and sharp went through her shoulder.

"Oh," she said. "Oh." Her arms were suddenly rubber.

The warrior grinned in triumph.

"No," she told him. "No, absolutely not."

She grabbed the amphistaff that had impaled her, but she barely felt it. She tried to focus beyond the pain, use the Force to throw herself back, but all she saw was the snarling face of the warrior who was about to kill her, and all she felt was her body husking out, going light, fading . . .

She saw the warrior look away, and then suddenly he was headless. His body dropped away almost gently.

Corran stood above her. "Come on," he said.

Source: The New Jedi Order - The Final Prophecy

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Tahiri fights off several Yuuzhan Vong warriors with Mara Jade Skywalker, Kenth Hamner, a group of commandos, and Yuuzhan Vong Shamed Ones in Coruscant's/Yuuzhantar's underbelly:

Pushing through the group came two winded and wounded human commandos, who saluted Captain Page.

"Bacta Squad, sir," the sergeant said. "We've just come from down below. It's a real mess, Captain. The heretics are fighting tooth and claw, but they need reinforcements—and fast. If you can spare anyone, sir . . ."

Page beckoned to one of his jet-packed commandos. "Congratulations, Corporal, you've been promoted to squad leader. Take ten men and go with the sergeant. We'll regroup at the Citadel, soonest."

The commando saluted, spun on his heel, and began choosing his teammates.

The wounded sergeant looked from Page to Luke. "Master Skywalker, a couple of your people would make a world of difference, not only to us—" He motioned to the Shamed Ones. "—but to them, as well."

Kenth and Tahiri glanced at Luke, who nodded.

"Thank you," the sergeant said as the two Jedi moved to join him.

[...]

Mara shifted her gaze from the Citadel to Luke.

"Ready, soldier?" When he didn't respond immediately, she said, "What's wrong?"

He held her gaze. "Mara, I want you to go with Tahiri and Kenth."

She almost laughed.

"I want you to go with them," he said again.

[...]

Despite the impetus that the Prophet's rallying cry had given the heretics, the counteroffensive was not going well. Caught in a violent storm, the Shamed Ones and their newfound allies were being sliced to pieces by coufees, knocked unconscious by thud bugs, slashed and split by amphistaffs. Nom Anor himself was bloodied, slipping on hail-stones and his own black flow as he fought with coufee in one hand, amphistaff in the other. The now-drenched throng of would-be insurgents had managed to fight their way out of the Place of Hierarchy, but Shimrra's avengers were attempting to herd them toward the Place of Bones. If the warriors succeeded in trapping them in the sunken amphitheater, there would be no escape, no hope.

Nom Anor was trading strikes and stabs with a warrior a head taller than himself when he heard the clamor of running feet and raised voices. When the warrior turned in the direction of the commotion, Nom Anor availed himself of the moment of distraction to send the point of his amphistaff through his opponent's right eye. All around him other warriors were beginning to add their voices to the tumult and to press the attack.

Reinforcements, Nom Anor told himself bitterly.

The heretics would be lucky now if they even made it to the Place of Bones. Unexpectedly, though, the war cries of the Citadel guard began to fade, and the crowd was pushed back toward the Place of Hierarchy. It was the heretics who were being reinforced!

Nom Anor was suddenly inflamed.

If every cell of Shamed Ones could find the courage to rise up, there was a chance, though slim, that the heretics would yet win the day. His conviction surged as the reports of stun and flash grenades began to echo and rebound from the walls of the temples and the dormitories of the intendants. Hundreds were instantly flattened to the saturated ground. Then blaster bolts rang out.

Resistance fighters and Alliance commandos! Nom Anor realized.

It was the warriors who were trapped!

Nom Anor charged into the brawl, slashing throats and hamstrings. Overwhelmed, the warriors fought brutally and valiantly, but more and more of them were falling and being trampled underfoot. Nom Anor was in the thick of things when new sounds drew his attention and he froze in surprise and dread.

Snap-hiss! Thrummm . . .

He risked a sideways glance to discover three Jedi, parrying and slashing with their lightsabers. Worse, one of them was Mara Jade Skywalker. The very Jedi who had fallen victim to Nom Anor's coomb spores so long ago, now fighting all but alongside him. Not far away from the red-golden-haired Skywalker was Tahiri Veila, the Jedi who had almost been shaped into a Yuuzhan Vong, and with whom Nom Anor had fought and escaped from on Zonoma Sekot. And beside Tahiri, a tall, older male Jedi whom Nom Anor didn't recognize.

He tried to conceal himself by wading deeper into the battle, but the conflict was too frenzied for him to make any headway. He began to angle toward the northwest entrance to the Place of Hierarchy, but there, too, he was rapidly hemmed in by clashing warrior and heretics. No matter which direction he attempted to move, he wound up being pushed inexorably closer to the two Jedi women.

[...]

A group of enraged warriors made a sudden sally, forcing the heretics away from the Place of Hierarchy and out into the broad boulevard that ran north to the Citadel. Again Nom Anor heard the distinctive thrum of a lightsaber, and shortly found himself pressed shoulder to shoulder with youthful Tahiri, who was shouting alternately in Basic and Yuuzhan Vong as her blue blade deflected overhead strikes from amphistaffs and lateral swipes from coufees.

Nom Anor's attempts to squirm away were in vain. He turned his back at the same time the Jedi did, but surges in the crowds kept shoving them hard into each other. All at once, Nom Anor could feel small Tahiri's body tense against his.

He pivoted in time to see Tahiri throw up her hands in some sort of Force gesture, and a dozen warriors hit the ground as if struck by a swam of invisible thud bugs. A Force Wall! Nom Anor thought. Tahiri used her Jedi powers a second time to create an even wider circle of clear space, then whirled and grabbed Nom Anor by the arm, spinning him around to face her, her eyes already wide with discovery.

Sending his amphistaff flying with a Force command, she immobilized him by clutching the yoke of his robeskin. Then she turned and gesticulated toward her fellow Jedi.

"Mara, I have Nom Anor!"

Source: The New Jedi Order - The Unifying Force

As a reminder, this is what Coruscant looked like at the time:

Rain was falling hard and being driven every which way by fierce gusts of wind. Overhead it was no longer possible to differentiate flashes of lightning from the artificial brilliance of deadly engagements. It was impossible to distinguish between the lament of the wind and the howl of strafing starfighters; the billowing smoke from scudding storm clouds; the sizzle of fires being extinguished by the rain from the sound of laser bolts cleaving the saturated air. The booming cannonades of distant weapons might easily have been rolling thunder; the red-orange pillars on the horizon, erupting volcanoes or the glowing ejecta of plasma launchers.

Source: The New Jedi Order - The Unifying Force

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Tahiri then fought with the Shamed Ones all the way to inside of the Well of the World Brain, the old Atrium of the Senate Building, then continued to fight more Yuuzhan Vong warriors inside with Mara Jade Skywalker and Kenth Hamner. The Shamed Ones initially only numbered fifty strong against one hundred Yuuzhan Vong warriors, but were then reinforced by another hundred Yuuzhan Vong warriors that chose to betray the Priests and join the Shamed Ones:

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a clamor began to build from somewhere outside the Atrium's missile-torn entry. As the procession came to a halt, Leia could discern the sounds of running feet and dozens of voices raised in conviction. The voices grew louder and more determined, and then the air was filled with the strident whiz of hurled razor bugs and the angry snap of thrashing amphistaffs.

The cadre of warriors shoved the captives to one side, whirled, and fanned out across the cavern. Amphistaffs unwound from the warriors' forearms, stiffing into poison-spitting batons. Ensconced in their bandoliers, thud and razor bugs vibrated in urgency. All eyes were on the entry when a crowd of scrawny Yuuzhan Vong began to pour into the cavern from the hedge-lined causeway, shouting demands and brandishing crude weapons.

Shamed Ones, Leai realized. Heretics!

Han grinned at her again. "See, what'd I tell you?"

She wagged her head uncertainly. "You're getting scary in your old age."

Shamed Ones continued to squeeze into the Atrium, ultimately massing into a mob fifty strong, but taking no action against the marshaled warriors. Clearly appalled by the intrusion, Jakan hurried forward, raising his thin arms over his head, as if about to call on the power of the gods to smite the crowd. Standing alongside Leia, Harrar translated the high priest's words.

"Jakan is demanding to know who or what inspired them to profane this most sacred of places. He's ordering them to leave or be killed where they stand."

Individuals began to edge their way to the front of the crowd. A battered Yuuzhan Vong male limped forward, shorter than many of his comrades and wearing a shredded robeskin. The Shamed Ones quieted long enough for their apparent spokesperson to make a brief statement.

Leia saw Harrar's eyes widen in disbelief.

"He declares himself to be the Prophet!" The priest glanced at Leia. "It's Nom Anor!"

Leia traded astonished looks with Han, while the Shamed Ones went back to shouting and gesturing with their weapons. Others began to advance to the front, tow of whom stood to either side of Nom Anor, as if his lieutenants or disciples, and three others who ignited the blades of their lightsabers.

Seeing Mara, Tahiri, and Kenth, the atrium warriors immediately tensed and looked to High Prefect Drathul for orders. Leia was at once revived and worried. Several dozen poorly armed heretics, bolstered by three Jedi, against almost one hundred able warriors.

R2-D2 toned in disquiet.

"I agree completely, Artoo," C-3PO said. "The odds are most unfavorable."

The Shamed Ones recognized this as well, as did the Jedi. And they, too, began to spread out, if warily. Just as the tension was culminating, sounds of another commotion infiltrated the cavern.

"Reinforcements!" C-3PO said jubilantly.

But in place of boisterous cries came a repetitive chant; and in place of the determined shuffling of bare feet came the cadence of sandaled troops. A murmur of confusion swept through the heretic crowd. Expressions of fervor became looks of sudden concern. The fact that even Mara looked apprehensive was not a good sign.

The Shamed Ones began to move away from the entry, as through the gap marched one hundred additional warriors, armed with thick amphistaffs and armored in vonduun crab armor. Leia could tell by the behavior of the crows that the new troops were something to fear. Nom Anor, his lieutenants, and the Jedi held their ground, but the rest of the heretics fell farther back, pressing themselves to the Atrium's coarse walls.

Whatever chance there had been for victory vanished.

Jakan, Drathul, and Qelah Kwaad relaxed somewhat as the menacing detachment formed up parallel to Drathul's line of warriors, facing the entry and the quailing heretics. With a singleness born of years of training, they adopted defensive postures, amphistaffs held diagonally across their chests, and other melee weapons at the ready.

Fixing Nom Anor with a menacing gaze, Drathul pushed through the double row of warriors and paced down the line until he reached the commander of the reinforcements.

"Stay your hand when it comes to dispatching Nom Anor, his subalterns, and the three Jedi," the high prefect said. "We'll want to add them to our offering to the World Brain."

The commander snapped his fists to his shoulders in salute.

When Drathul had returned to a safe position behind the warriors, the commander issued an order, and as one entity the reinforcements performed a synchronous about-face, uttered a battle cry, and attacked, turning their amphistaffs and thud bugs against Drathul's forces. It took a moment for the Shamed Ones to realize what was happening; then they pealed in triumph and rushed forward to lend their meager arms to the fray.

"Mark this as the moment the war truly turned," Harrar said to Leia in a resigned voice.

With the guards occupied, R2-D2 rolled up behind Cakhmaim and Meewalh and used his laser to stun the creatures that secured their wrists. Once freed,the Noghri immediately moved Han and Leia out of the line of fire. C-3PO and R2-D2 followed, the astromech anxious to laser the pincer-biots manacling Han and Leia, as well.

The Atrium was in pandemonium, with Yuuzhan Vong battling Yuuzhan Vong, and Mara, Tahiri, and Kenth fighting their way forward.

[...]

The battle was continuing in the Atrium, but it was mostly a mop-up operation. The warriors who had been in charge of protecting the brain were fighting to the death, and the Shamed Ones and renegade troops were accommodating them. High Prefect Drathul was dead, strangled by Nom Anor. But Harrar had spared Jakan's life, and the high priest was in the custody of Tahiri, Kenth Hamner, and the Noghri, who had remained behind to guard the tunnel entrance.

Source: The New Jedi Order - The Unifying Force

As a reminder, this is what Coruscant looked like at the time:

Rain was falling hard and being driven every which way by fierce gusts of wind. Overhead it was no longer possible to differentiate flashes of lightning from the artificial brilliance of deadly engagements. It was impossible to distinguish between the lament of the wind and the howl of strafing starfighters; the billowing smoke from scudding storm clouds; the sizzle of fires being extinguished by the rain from the sound of laser bolts cleaving the saturated air. The booming cannonades of distant weapons might easily have been rolling thunder; the red-orange pillars on the horizon, erupting volcanoes or the glowing ejecta of plasma launchers.

Source: The New Jedi Order - The Unifying Force

Tahiri duels Jedi Knight Leia Organa Solo but ultimately loses, in large part to Leia already being in an aggressive and negative mood after sensing the apparent death of Luke Skywalker. Tahiri takes several physical blows from the enraged Leia but is still conscious without too much injury after Han Solo manages to break up the fight:

Han knew better than to reach for his blaster when a Jedi was practically holding her lightsaber, but he had plenty of time to step behind the bulkhead and reach for the door control. Unfortunately, Leia was already starting down the ramp.

"Detain us?" Leia demanded. "Don't tell me you're with Jacen?"

"Somebody has to be." Tahiri remained near a landing strut, about three meters to one side of the boarding ramp. "He's only doing what's necessary to save the Alliance."

"You're too smart to buy that." Han caught up to Leia and took her arm, then continued to address Tahiri. "What's he got on you, anyway?"

"On me?" Tahiri looked away, and even Han could read the guilt in her feelings—all he needed was a good pair of eyes and a lot of sabacc experience. "Nothing," Tahiri said. "I'm only doing what's right. Anakin would want me to support Jacen."

This was too much for Leia. "Anakin?"

She jerked free of Han's grasp, then stepped onto the hangar floor sputtering something about Anakin never approving of torture and coups. Tahiri reached for her lightsaber, and Han realized the young woman was about to learn a very hard lesson about bad timing.

And so was the honor guard captain, whose eyes widened with alarm as Leia snapped her own lightsaber off her belt. "Put those weapons away now!"

The captain reached for her blaster pistol and started to step between Leia and Tahiri—until Han jumped down and pulled her back by the collar.

"Lady, you really don't want to . . . "

Han let the warning trail off as the captain spun on him, holding her blaster pistol under his nose.

"Okay . . . maybe you do." He raised his hands and backed away. "Be my guest."

A pair of lightsabers sizzled to life behind the woman, and sparks flew as Leia and Tahiri brought their weapons together. By the time the captain spun back around, the two Jedi were locked in a furious battle of flashing blades and flying feet.

"Stop!" the captain ordered. She motioned to her squad, who instantly flipped their blaster rifle power settings to stun and leveled the barrels at the combatants. "You will stop, or we'll open fire."

Leia landed a jaw-cracking elbow under Tahiri's chin, and Tahiri slammed a knee into Leia's ribs. The captain cursed under her breath, then turned to her marines.

"Hold on!" Han said. "That's a really bad—"

"Fire at will," the captain ordered.

Han dropped, barely reaching the floor before a flurry of stun bolts flashed toward the fight—then reversed directions as the two Jedi batted the attacks back toward their sources. The marines collapsed in moans and spasms, the redheaded captain cracking skulls with Han as she landed atop him.

He rolled out from beneath her, cursing and rubbing his head. The hangar was ringing with security alarms, and royal guards were pouring from hidden crannies and secret passages, but the two Jedi remained oblivious. Leia connected with a vicious thrust kick that bent Tahiri backward over a landing strut crossbar.

Tahiri grunted and pointed at a loose blaster rifle, bringing it tumbling into Leia from behind, catching her between the shoulder blades and knocking her to the floor. Leia flipped onto her back and brought her legs up over her head, landing on one foot and pirouetting straight into the attack, her blade level with Tahiri's neck.

"Wait!" Han cried. "Not my strut!"

Leia accelerated her pirouette, trying to land the attack before Tahiri had time to block, and that was when Han began to realize his wife was really serious about this—she wasn't in it just to teach the younger woman a lesson.

"Leia, no!"

The plea made Leia hesitate just long enough for Tahiri to block, then Leia was on her feet again, keeping Tahiri pinned against the strut, beating down her guard, slipping in knee and elbow strikes with a speed and ferocity that only a Barabel-trained fighter could achieve.

"Leia, stop!" Han yelled. "You want to kill her?"

Leia continued to press the attack, and Han realized that was exactly what she wanted to do. She had found a handy target for all her rage, just as he had when he'd blamed Anakin for Chewbacca's death, and she was determined to make Tahiri pay for what had happened to Luke . . . and for what Jacen had become.

Han snatched the blaster pistol from the captain's hand and, hoping to startle his wife back to her senses, sent a bolt zinging past her. It glanced off the Falcon and left a black, smoking furrow in the hull—apparently, the captain had not set her blaster to stun. Leia glanced away just long enough for Tahiri to land a spinning back-kick that sent her staggering away.

Han sprang up to grab her. He was taking his life in his hands, but he knew Leia would never forgive herself if she killed Tahiri over a stupid comment and a couple of bad choices. He wrapped his arm around Leia's shoulders and pulled her back—then felt the air leave his chest and his feet leave the floor as she instinctively slammed an elbow into his ribs and started to throw him.

"Whoa . . . Leia!" he groaned. ""It's me."

He felt the tension leave her body and his feet return to the floor, then Tahiri started to advance, her haggard eyes filled with malice and anger.

"Don't do it!" Han ordered. He pulled Leia aside and, when she deactivated her lightsaber, stepped between her and Tahiri. "Don't you dare."

Tahiri stopped two paces away, her lightsaber still ignited, glancing from Leia to Han and looking like a sabacc player trying to decide whether to fold or raise.

"You think this is what Anakin would want?" Han prompted. "His mother and his girlfriend trying to kill each other?"

"I certainly don't," a female voice said, coming up behind Han—and speaking over the drone of her own lightsaber. "And I won't have it in my hangar."

Source: Legacy of the Force - Inferno

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At this point, this thread will just cover the one topic, the second half from the previous part:

  • Lightsaber and Combat Feats

Lightsaber and Combat Feats

Jacen easily deflects blaster bolts while walking towards a group of twenty soldiers, deflecting only the shots that were a threat to him while also deflecting them back towards the shooters:

Now making the turn from the balcony into the corridor and running toward them were half a dozen troops armed with blaster rifles. Their orange jumpsuits were reminiscent of X-wing pilot uniforms, but the green carapace armor over their lower legs, torsos, lower arms, and heads was more like stormtrooper speeder bike armor painted the wrong color.

And then behind the first six troops came another six, and then another eight . . .

Jacen brought his lightsaber out and snapped it into life; the incandescent green of his blade was reflected as highlights against the walls and the armor of the oncoming troops. "Stay behind me," he said.

"Yes, sir." Ben's sigh was audible, and Jacen grinned.

The foremost trooper, who bore gold bars on his helmet and wrists, shouted, his voice mechanically amplified: "Stop whar you are! This saction is restricted!"

Jacen moved forward at a walk. He rotated his wrist, moving his lightsaber blade around in front of him in a pattern vaguely reminiscent of butterfly wings. He shouted back, "Could you speak up? I'm a little deaf."

Ben snickered. "Good one."

"You may not entar this saction!"

They were now twenty meters from the ranks of troopers ahead.

[...]

He took another two steps and the trooper commander called, "Fire!"

The troopers began firing, Jacen gave himself over to the Force, to his awareness of his surroundings, to his sudden oneness with the men and women trying to kill him.

He simply ignored most of the blaster bolts. When he felt them angling in toward him, he twirled his lightsaber blade in line and batted them away, usually back toward the crowd of troopers. In the first few seconds of their assault, four troopers fell to blasts launched by their friends. The smell of burned flesh began to fill the corridor.

Jacen felt danger from behind; felt Ben react to it. Jacen didn't shift his attention; he continued his march forward. He'd prefer to be able to protect the inexperienced youth, but the boy was good at blaster defense practice. Hard as it was to trust a Jedi whose skills were just developing, he had to. To teach, to learn, he had to trust.

Jacen intercepted the next blaster shot that came his way and batted it toward the trooper commander. It struck the man in the helmet and caromed off, burning out against the ceiling; a portion four meters square of the ceiling's illumination winked out, darkening the corridor. The commander fell. The shot was probably not fatal—protected by his helmet, the man would have forehead and scalp burns, probably a concussion, but he was unlikely to die.

The strategy had its desired effect. The troopers saw their commander fall. They continued firing but also exchanged looks. Jacen never broke pace, and a trooper with silver stripes on his helmet called "Back, back." In good order, the troopers began a withdrawal.

Source: Legacy of the Force - Betrayal

Jacen then deflects more blaster bolts than before but still aims them back at his attackers. He does so while the guards were holed up with better firing position than before, at first defending himself from the bolts and then himself and Ben Skywalker when his apprentice joined him:

Jacen's movement out of the corridor brought him within sight of the orange-and-green defenders, who were now arrayed in disciplined rows along the walkway to Jacen's left. As soon as he reached the railing they opened fire again. Their tighter formation allowed them to concentrate their fire, and Jacen found himself deflecting more shots than before.

He felt rather than saw Ben scoot into position behind him, but no blaster bolts came at him from that direction. "What now?" Ben asked.

"Finish the mission." Jacen caught a too-close bolt on his blade near the hilt; unable to aim the deflection, he saw the bolt flash down into the assembly area. It hit a monitor screen. The men and women near the screen dived for cover. Jacen winced; a fraction of a degree of arc difference and that bolt could have hit an explosives package. As inured as he was to causing death, he didn't want to cause it by accident.

"But you're in charge—"

"I'm busy." Jacen took a step forward to give himself more maneuvering and swinging space and concentrated on his attackers. He needed to protect himself and Ben now, to defend a broader area. He focused on batting bolt after bolt back into the ranks of the attackers, saw one, two, three of the soldiers fall.

There was a lull in the barrage of fire. Jacen took a moment to glance over his shoulder. Ben stood at the railing, staring down into the manufacturing line, and to his eye he held a small but expensive holocam unit—the sort carried by wealthy vacationers and holocam hobbyists all over the galaxy.

[...]

With the tip of his lightsaber blade, Jacen caught a blast that was crackling in toward his right shin. He popped the blast back toward its firer. It hit the woman's blaster rifle, searing it into an unrecognizable lump, causing her green shoulder armor momentarily to catch fire. She retreated, one of her fellow soldiers patting out her flames. Now there were fewer than fifteen soldiers standing against the Jedi, and their temporary commander was obviously rethinking his make-a-stand orders.

"Good. How?"

"Well, the way we came in—no. They'd be waiting for us."

"Correct."

"And you never want to fight the enemy on ground he's chosen if you can avoid it."

Jacen grinned. Ben's words, so adult, were a quote from Han Solo, a man whose wisdom was often questionable—except on matters of personal survival. "Also correct."

"So . . . the ends of the assembly lines?"

"Good. So go."

Jacen heard the scrape of a heel as Ben vaulted over the rail. Not waiting, Jacen leapt laterally, clearing the rail by half a meter, and spun as he fell.

Source: Legacy of the Force - Betrayal

For his versatility and effectiveness, Luke Skywalker chooses Jacen to lead the mission to disable or destroy Centerpoint Station. However, Thrackan Sal-Solo knows of the plan and takes countermeasures designed specifically to incapacitate Jedi, including a powerful sonic attack that’s capable of bringing a Jedi down without aiming. Jacen manages to dodge two blaster bolts and pull his lightsaber to him while in severe pain before deflecting blaster bolts back to take out the sonics while he couldn't see because of smoke grenades:

Thrackan, nonchalant, held a hand out to his side. One of the CorSec officers there handed him what looked like a flight helmet. With slow, deliberate motions, watching Jacen all the time, Thrackan donned it. Then he snapped his fingers. Two droids, looking much like R5 astromechs but with their top halves removed and replaced by naked machinery, rolled up from behind the CorSec officers to the rail.

And the sound began.

Jacen didn't even experience it as sound at first. It hit him like a windstorm, blasting him to his knees, bringing pain to every millimeter of his skin as though he were being scorched by a gigantic blowtorch. His lightsaber fell from his lifeless fingers and rolled away.

Even as the attack convulsed him with pain, Jacen, in some dim portion of his mind that still functioned, recognized it—a sonic assault, something that did not have to be aimed or tracked to bring a Jedi down.

Jacen rolled sideways, kicking the metal floor to propel himself, and managed to be a meter away when the first blaster bolt hit the spot where he'd been kneeling. He continued to roll, awkward because of the pain that racked him, but came up on his feet. Despite his blurring vision, he saw his lightsaber rolling across the floor, extended his hand toward it—

Two white egg-shaped canisters hit the floor near him. He leapt backward away from them, rotating through the air as he went, and came down on his feet, but his legs buckled as he landed and he crashed to the floor.

He could still see his lightsaber. He exerted his will toward it. It wobbled on the floor and began rolling toward him.

The egg-shaped canisters detonated, filling the air around them with white smoke. It rapidly spread, obscuring everything. But Jacen managed to maintain his focus, and his lightsaber flew to his hand before the whiteness closed down all vision.

Jacen rolled to the side again, heard and felt the heat from blasterfire hitting where he'd just lain. So they can see, he thought. Optics in their helmets. There had to be sound bafflers, too.

Well, he had a couple of tricks remaining, and they had nothing to do with specialized gear.

He knew more about pain than his opponents realized. At the height of the Yuuzhan Vong war, he'd been a prisoner for months, subjected to their tortures and customs of self-inflicted agony. He had learned to function within their Embrace of Pain and other rituals that would break beings not accustomed to such hardships.

A sudden infliction of pain could surprise him, surely. But it couldn't keep him down.

He let the pain flow through him as though it were the Force. He internalized it, experiencing it as an old friend—albeit an old friend he didn't necessarily want visiting him too often.

He stood and moved forward. His first few steps were awkward and slow, his later ones sure, and once he was in full mastery of his body and the pain that suffused it, he put on a burst of speed in traditional Jedi fashion, outracing the blaster bolts that tailed him.

Pain-racked, unslowed, he neared the wall and leapt high up on it, landing on one of the ascending ramps. Now he was still within the smoke cloud from the canisters but shielded from blasterfire from above. Moments later he reached the walkway level where Thrackan Sal-Solo had stood.

He still could not see, but through the Force he could detect living beings ahead of him. They were changing their order, some retreating, some advancing, the foremost of them aiming . . .

The blaster bolts came, illuminating the canister smoke in curiously beautiful lines as they flashed toward him. He batted them back the way they'd come, mercilessly picking off the soldiers who'd fired them.

Then he changed tactics. There were curious gaps in the formation of the living ahead of them. Those gaps had to be where the droid generators of the sonic waves were situated. He began batting blasterfire toward them, and a moment later the pain-inducing shriek was reduced in volume by half. Three blaster bolts later, the sound and pain cut off entirely, and he could hear a mechanical cough as the motivator of the second sonic generator droid detonated dully within its housing.

"Cease fire." That was the voice of Thrackan, coming from the rear of the unit of six remaining CorSec operative. They obeyed.

Source: Legacy of the Force - Betrayal

Jacen deflects blaster bolts and uses the Force to divert small explosives towards a pair of suicide droids attacking him and then cuts them in half. He then manages to initially deflect continuous fire from twenty CorSec guards before taking a blast in his calf:

He ran back the way he'd come, putting on a Force-based burst of running speed, and leapt through the new opening in the wall.

Corridor, broad, dark. Left, away from the areas of the station he wanted to reach, open. Right, in the distance, a line of CorSec agents, twenty or more in a well-dressed pair of lines, the front line kneeling, curved transparisteel crowd control shields at the ready, while the rear line stood with blasters aimed. Behind the two lines stood Thrackan Sal-Solo.

Closer, ten meters away but floating toward him, scarred and still smoking from where explosion debris had hit them, were two probots.

No, not quite. These droids looked a lot like Rebellion-era probots—misshapen and bulbous, slightly less than two meters tall, they floated on repulsorlifts well above the floor, four mechanical arms dangling beneath, just like the old stealth droids. But these were bronze in color rather than black, and their arms seemed bulkier, sturdier, than old-time probots'.

And they ended in what looked like weapons pods.

As Jacen emerged into the hallway, they activated deflector shields, not a feature of the original probots, and flew straight at him.

They raised weapon pods and began firing—one, a blaster; the other, small oval canisters that had to be explosives.

With his lightsaber, Jacen batted away the blasterfire coming from the right-hand probot. He couldn't aim his deflections; that would require too much concentration. Instead, with his left hand, he reached out through the Force and found the projectiles being fired by the left-hand probot. He seized them and redirected them in two streams, one stream toward each droid.

They flew only as far as the droids' deflector shields, out about a meter from their bodies, and adhered there. Then, one after another, they detonated.

Jacen saw the deflector shields weaken with each explosion. He charged forward, relying on his speed and sudden motion to throw off the aim of the probot with the blaster. When the last of the projectiles had detonated, before the probot shields had time to strengthen, he lashed out, first right and then left.

Two probots, sliced in half at the narrowest portions of their bulbous bodies, crashed to the metal floor.

In the silence that followed, Jacen heard Thrackan say, "Open fire."

The rear rank of CorSec agents opened up with their blaster rifles. Each was set to full automatic fire and they filled the air with blaster shots.

Jacen went into a full evasive mode—running, leaping, dodging, spinning his lightsaber in a defensive shield that intercepted shot after shot.

It wasn't enough. He felt a burn against his left calf as a blaster shot grazed it. Another shot, almost as close, tugged at his right sleeve and left a char-lined hole in it.

He leapt up and back, cartwheeling, and as he cleared the zone of heaviest fire, before the security agents could adjust their aim, he reached against the ceiling with the Force. He yanked against that simple, immobile metal surface for all he was worth.

It came free, yielding to his pull. As he landed, a huge sheet of metal ceiling tore free from its housing almost directly overhead and crashed to the floor a mere two meters ahead of him. The far end of the same sheet remained adhered to the housing above, so what Jacen faced was a crude ramp leading upward—and acting as an angled shield between him and the blaster line.

Source: Legacy of the Force - Betrayal

Jacen duels a Force Phantom of Luke Skywalker, unknown to him that Lumiya was connecting the two men with the dark side and that Jacen was dueling the actual Luke Skywalker who was back on Coruscant. Jacen holds his own despite him fighting in a no gravity environment but would have ultimately lost if Lumiya didn't end the projection:

The reflection of the Sith's gold-orange eyes disappeared—and then the Sith himself vanished, ghost-like.

But there was a sound from beyond where he had stood, a slight scrape, and another figure moved forward into view. This one walked, as the Sith had, in a fashion appropriate for a standard-gravity environment, and stepped out to stand where the Sith had stood.

He was not tall, but he was well muscled and agile. He wore black pants, tunic, boots, and gloves, and held an unlit lightsaber.

His features were those of Luke Skywalker, but rakishly bearded and twisted into a grin that was all malice and scorn.

"Not nice," Jacen said.

Luke felt a presence, the arrival of someone strong in the Force. He opened his eyes.

Hovering over the floor in front of him, meters from him, was his nephew and onetime prize pupil, Jacen, lightsaber lit in his hand. Except it was not truly Jacen; whoever it was reeked of dark side energy, and his stare promised only malevolence. "Not nice," the false Jacen said.

Luke rose. "Who are you, really?"

The not-Jacen snorted. "You barely exist. You don't need to know." He took an odd, gliding step forward—it was only the slightest of exertions, but he floated meters toward Luke.

Luke lit his lightsaber.

The not-Jacen struck, a fast, powerful lateral blow that Luke met with little effort, without conscious thought. Not-Jacen's blade was immediately in guard position for an anticipated counterstrike, but Luke held back. Oddly, the force of the impact sent his opponent floating backward. Not-Jacen drifted until he hit the corridor wall, which checked his motion, and he floated gently to the floor.

Then Luke heard the humming and chattering of lightsabers in conflict. The muffled noise was coming from his own quarters.

The Not-Jacen came at Luke again and again, making prodigious leaps, bounding from wall to wall, from ceiling to floor, as if immune to gravity. With each pass he hurled one, two, three lightsaber blows at Luke, striking again and again until, thrown back by the impacts, he was too far away to engage.

Luke countered every blow and pitched attacks of his own. He felt the skin of his left forearm pucker a little from the heat of a near hit, saw the Not-Jacen's robes catch fire just under the right armpit from an especially close thrust of Luke's . . . but Not-Jacen patted the flames out and merely grinned at him.

Not-Jacen seized a ceiling glow rod fixture and hung there as though his weight were nothing. "You're just about as good as my true Master," Not-Jacen said.

Luke gave him a quizzical look. "And who is that?"

"You know," Not-Jacen said. "By the way, you'd look good with a beard."

"You think so?" Luke ran his free hand over his clean-shaven chin. "Well, I'm not sure what our disagreement is, but perhaps it could be settled by talking."

"I try not to negotiate with phantoms, with things that don't exist. Better to just cut them in half and watch them disappear." Not-Jacen kicked off from the wall and flew forward again.

Jacen seized a rock outcropping and held it, keeping him from dropping once more toward the man with the face of Luke Skywalker. "You're just about as good as my true Master," Jacen said. And it was true—the phantom he fought had the speed and moves of a Jedi Master. He'd be a fair match for Luke.

The bearded man gave him a mocking look. "And who is that?"

"You know," Jacen said. "By the way, you look good with a beard."

"You think so?" His opponent stroked his facial hair. "Well, I'm not sure what our disagreement is, but perhaps it could be settled by talking."

Jacen considered that. This combat was not just pointless, being carried out at someone else's wish for someone else's ends, but also dangerous—the false Luke was potentially good enough to kill Jacen.

Still, the false Luke reeked of the dark side of the Force. There could be no enduring benefit in cooperating with him. Could there? For a moment Jacen was confused, weighing the preponderance of Jedi history and claims about dark-siders against his own limited experience.

But he decided in favor of history and tradition. "I try not to negotiate with phantoms, with things that don't exist. Better to just cut them in half and watch them disappear." Jacen kicked off from the wall and flew forward again.

He knew that this solidly planted, gravitationally advantaged Luke had adapted to Jacen's low-gravity tactics, so he altered them—the instant he touched down before the false Luke, he planted his feet and used the Force to brace him there, then threw a flurry of hard blows.

It was no use. The false Luke adapted instantly to his change in tactics, reverting to a softer, defensive stlye, turning away each of Jacen's all-out attacks. And he did so grinning, silently mocking.

Then false Luke, instead of countering Jacen's fifth blow in sequence, sidestepped it, luring Jacen forward and off-balance. Luke's counterstrike whipped around and down toward Jacen's unprotected back—

"Enough," Brisha said, and the false Luke vanished. Jacen, straightening, still felt a tremor of pain from the area where the blow would have landed, and looked down to see a portion of his robe, a long black mark, on fire. He patted it out and looked up at Brisha. "Who was that, really?"

She shrugged. "A combination of the real Luke Skywalker and the dark side energy of this place. A combination that would have beaten you, since you weren't utilizing the same energy, the resources available to you."

Source: Legacy of the Force - Betrayal

Jacen fights off the assassin and Jedi killer Aurra Sing. Aurra began the fight by throwing a thermal detonator towards Allana's room and forcing Jacen to pull it toward him with the Force, which gave her the chance to attack and knock him back over a couch. She then leaps over to kill him with her lightsaber but he blocks it and manages to keep it blocked just before his eyes. In this position, Jacen takes five kicks to his side, the last one landing near his kidney, all while Aurra had a small blade extended from her boot. Jacen then Force Pushes her off and is about to blast her with Force Lightning when Allana appears and causes Jacen to stop his attack because he doesn't want her to see him using the dark side. Aurra uses this opening to attack as Jacen tries to set up a feint. When he dodges over and around her lightsaber, she reverses it almost too fast for him to catch and maneuver her hand and blade against herself. He then dislocates her knee with a kick and the two start a grapple as she falls to the ground, but Jacen has to worry about Allana as she starts walking toward Aurra intending to help. Jacen manages to twist Aurra away and prevent her bladed kick from slashing Allana and then the fight ends when Allana injects a vial of poison into Aurra's leg:

Sing stood with her back to Jacen, about five paces beyond the droid, on the other side of a smoldering couch. In one hand, she held her still-ignited lightsaber. In the other was a class-C thermal detonator with a disintegration radius large enough to kill herself, Jacen, Allana, and probably half the personnel on the decks directly above and below.

As Jacen started toward her, she looked over her shoulder with an expression in her pale eyes that seemed equal parts hatred and awe.

"Don't ever touch me like that again."

Jacen did not reply. Sing was still struggling to free herself of his domination, and all his concentration was focused on keeping the pressure on until he drew close enough to strike.

Sing flashed him a cold smile. "But then, I don't think you'll have the chance."

Her thumb twitched.

The activation light on the thermal detonator began to blink, and that was enough to shatter Jacen's concentration. He felt Sing slip free, and suddenly he was completely outside her mind, watching in horror as she pitched the detonator toward the refresher where Allana was hiding.

Jacen's heart dropped through the bottom of his stomach. His arm shot out without conscious thought, and the detonator floated into his hand almost before he realized he had summoned it.

Sing was already whirling, leaping toward him with her crimson blade coming around at neck height. Jacen brought his lightsaber up automatically and blocked, then pulled the detonator's thumb slide back.

He never saw whether the activation light darkened. Suddenly Sing's knee was sinking into his stomach, driving the breath from his lungs and sending him tumbling over a couch. The detonator clattered to the floor somewhere in the galley. He came down on a beverage table, smashing it apart, then Sing was over him, her crimson blade arcing down.

Jacen whipped his lightsaber around to block, catching her blade about halfway up the shaft and filling the air with a sizzling shower of sparks. Sing grabbed her hilt with both hands and began to push, slowly driving the tip of her lightsaber down toward his eye.

The glow was as blinding as the heat was searing, and Jacen's vision blossomed into a fiery red blur. He brought his free hand up to brace his weapon arm and tried not to worry about whether his eyeball would melt, not daring to turn his head or even look away for fear that he would slip.

Sing kicked him in the side. The tip of a small, wedge-shaped blade scraped against his ribs and sent a blazing bolt of pain shooting into his body.

"Never—" She kicked him again, sending another bolt of pain deep into his stomach. "—violate—"

She kicked again.

"—my—" Another kick, more pain. "—mind!"

Sing kicked again, this time catching him near a kidney. A wave of fiery anguish rolled through his body, stealing his breath, so hot he could not even scream. The pain would have paralyzed anyone else, left him on the floor praying to die before he drew his next breath.

But pain was an old friend of Jacen's. He had learned to embrace it during his imprisonment among the Yuuzhan Vong, and now it no longer troubled him. Now it served him.

He turned the palm of his bracing hand toward Sing and pushed with the Force.

The move did not surprise her as much as he had hoped. As she flew away, Sing rolled the tip of her blade over his, and his lightsaber went flying. He held his Force shove until he heard her thud into the wall opposite, then sprang to his feet.

A fiery blur continued to blind one eye, and his sight in the other was still splashed with crimson blotches. But he could see clearly enough to be worried. Sing had landed near the refresher where Allana was hiding—close enough to fulfill her contract, if she was willing to risk Jacen attacking her from behind.

Jacen did not give her that chance. He opened himself fully to his fear and anger, using the power of his emotions to bring the Force flooding into him, and his body began to crackle and burn with dark energy. He raised his arms in Sing's direction, hands held level and fingers splayed wide.

That was when the door to the refresher hissed open, and a pair of small gray eyes peered out. They were wide open and locked on Jacen with an expression that might have been awe or fear or both.

"No, Allana!" Jacen could not bring himself to release the Force lightning while she was watching; even if Tenel Ka had not yet taught her that the dark side was evil, his own childhood training remained strongly enough ingrained that he did not want his daughter to see him using it. "Close the . . . "

Jacen had to let the order trail off when Sing took advantage of his hesitation to leap at him. Allana screamed from inside the refresher, then Sing was three paces away, lightsaber coming in for a midbody strike. Jacen lifted one foot as though to pivot away, and Sing took the bait and stopped, dropping one leg back as she continued her swing.

Instead of spinning past as he feinted, Jacen cartwheeled over her blade ad came down on the other side. Sing reversed her attack so fast he barely had time to grab her wrist, much less turn her own weapon against her as he had intended.

So Jacen kicked her in the knee as hard as he could.

The joint dislocated with a sickening pop, and Sing collapsed to the floor shrieking. But she did not release her lightsaber. She did not even stop fighting, rolling into him in an effort to break his grasp and slash him open. Jacen started to pivot out of the way, intending to bring her arm around for a clean break behind her back.

But Allana suddenly appeared on the other side of Sing, charging forward with her dark brows lowered and what looked like a small recording rod clutched in her hands.

"Allana, no!"

Allana kept coming.

Determined to keep Sing from striking out at his daughter with any of her weapons, Jacen Force-leapt backward, dragging the assassin away from his daughter. Allana took two more steps and raised the silver rod over her head . . . then dived.

Sing raised her uninjured leg, cocking her foot to kick Allana with the stubby knife in the toe of her boot.

Jacen screamed and whipped Sing's arm around, twisting her away from his daughter. Her lightsaber flashed by so close he nearly lost an ear, but the assassin's legs spun around with her body, and the kick-knife flashed past half a meter above Allana's head.

Allana landed on Sing's other leg and jammed the silver rod into her injured knee. The hiss of an autoinjector sounded from its tip, and Sing cried out in astonishment.

"You little shrew!"

Sing drew her leg back again to kick . . . then let it drop to the floor. Her eyes widened in anger—or perhaps it was fear. She craned her neck around, staring at Allana, and began to convulse. Jacen quickly pulled Sing's lightsaber from her unresisting hand, then held the still-ignited tip to the assassin's neck.

Source: Legacy of the Force - Tempest

Jacen fights and defeats Mara Jade Skywalker in a grueling fight. Mara realized that Jacen had taken a turn towards the dark side and decided to devote herself fully to killing him. Mara lured Jacen into a set of tunnels that would prevent him from using all of his Force powers, started the fight by crashing into his knee and tearing the tendons in it, and then collapsed a small tunnel on Jacen's head before engaging in close quarters with a shoto and a vibroblade. Despite this, Jacen is able to endure the injuries, fight through the blood loss, and prevent Mara from doing anything more than stabbing his shoulder with her shoto before using an illusion technique to show her Ben's face, allowing him to stab her with a poison dart to end the fight:

As he tries to track down his Sith mentor, he instead tangles with Mara in a confrontation in the caves of Kavan. As Mara and Jacen duel, Ben forces the meditation sphere to land to apprehend Lumiya.

The duel between Jacen and Mara is an exhausting, no-limits display of acrobatics and Force power. Mara comes to truly comprehend how far Jacen has fallen to the dark side. Jacen uses the Force to distract Mara with a vision of Ben before closing in to stab her with a poison dart. The fast-acting toxin kills Mara, and her death reverberates through the Force, hitting Luke and Ben as if it were a physical blow.

Source: The Essential Reader's Companion

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She grabbed her bag and everything from the cockpit that could be used as a weapon, then found some cover while she consulted her datapad for charts and surveys of Kavan. It was honeycombed with ruined monuments and tunnels. Fine. If I get him in a confined space, he can't use all his Force skills, but I can make the most of what I've got. She decided to make her way into the maze of buried passages and get Jacen to follow her.

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Jacen loaded four poisoned darts into an adapted blaster and slipped the others into slots on his belt, wondering how he could think such things so calmly. He approached the tunnel mouth with slow care. While he could sense the layout, Mara had vanished from the Force again. There was about a meter of headroom as he edged carefully along the central tunnel, and he could see horizontal shafts at about hip height branching off. It had been built to drain storm water; in harsh winters, local Kavani had once made emergency homes down here.

Jacen stood and listened.

"Okay," he said. "I know you can hear me, Mara. You can still back out of this."

His voice echoed. There was no response, just as he expected, so he began walking deeper into the maze of drains, lightsaber in his right hand and blaster in the other. The only light around him now was a green haze from the glowing blade of energy.

[...]

Silence.

He held his breath, listening.

Crack.

His right knee exploded with blinding pain as Mara cannoned out horizontally, Force-assisted, from a side conduit and caught his leg on the joint with her boots, ripping the tendons. As he lost his footing in the narrow passage, screaming, he found himself wedged for a second and groping for support. He lashed out with his lightsaber, shaving powdery brick from the wall. Mara dropped to the muddy floor to dodge the lightsaber, then sprang up and sprinted away down the tunnel.

It wasn't a good start. Jacen swore and made himself run after her, willing endorphins to numb his legs and telling himself himself that he knew she was setting up a trap. She wanted him confined, pinned down, penned.

If she thought tunnels would even the odds, she was wrong. He'd bury her here.

Mara found the perfect trap at the end of one of the culverts. She could hear Jacen's running footsteps and she had a good fifty meters on him.

From here, the vaulted ceiling became lower, and even Mara had to run at a crouch. It wasn't the place to swing a standard lightsaber. The tunnels were in poor condition, and the brick arches were starting to sag and collapse in places.

So he wouldn't oblige her by revealing his physical position in the Force. Fine. She spotted a rusty metal sheet about half a meter wide and laid it carefully across the tunnel floor, propped on stones so he'd tread on it and give her an audible warning when he reached that point. An intense Force shake of the brickwork and arches in front of and behind the metal plate weakened them, and then she stopped them from collapsing by Force pressure.

Hold 'em up. Wait for him to hit that plate . . .

Going after Jacen would never work. He could never be allowed to set the agenda. He could come after her.

Trap, immobilize, kill.

It wasn't pretty, and it wouldn't capture the public's imagination like a lightsaber display at the academy, but her training was in destruction. Jacen's was in deception.

She could hear him breathing, and the irregular vzzzm-vzzzm-vzzzm of his lightsaber as he stalked, jumping and turning to be sure she wasn't behind him. Then she could hear that he wasn't swinging the blade so much; the short staccato hums and buzzes told her he was running out of room.

She was trapped too, of course, unless she counted the ventilation shafts every fifty meters. But when she said she was leaving here over his dead body, she meant it.

She felt the beginning of a compassionate human thought about Leia, but killed it stone-dead. It would weaken her.

Jacen's boots crunched over bricks. He was impatient. She was in his way, holding him up when he wanted to get on with something.

Crunch . . . crunch . . . crunch.

If she'd timed it right, he was close to stepping on that rusty plate.

Clang . . .

The rumbling began. She brought down both sections of tunnel, before and behind, with a massive exertion in the Force that made her breathless. She didn't hear him call out. Even in the damp conditions, clouds of fine debris filled the air and made her choke.

Mara waited, one hand over her mouth and nose, shoto drawn, and listened in the Force.

There was whimpering and the chunk-chunk sound of the last falling bricks. She didn't expect that weight of debris from a low ceiling to cause impact injury, but to engulf and immobilize him. He wouldn't be dead—yet.

She waited in silence, a nonexistent presence herself, until she could hear no more movement.

Okay. Let's see what I have to do to end this.

An arm was all that protruded from the rubble. Through a fist-sized gap, she could see the wet, blinking glint of an eye and bloodstained face. A hand reached out to her, fingers splayed, bloody and shaking. Other people might have felt an urge to take that hand, the most distinctively human of things, but it was an old, tired Sith stunt, and she'd used it herself too many times.

She took her blaster and leveled it at the eye, one-handed, forefinger resting on the trigger. She had the shoto ready in case a coup de grace was called for.

She felt as detached and steady as she'd ever been as the Emperor's Hand.

"Tell my mom I'm sorry I failed her," Jacen whispered.

"She knows," Mara said, and squeezed the trigger.

They said that the human body was capable of extraordinary feats of strength when in extremis. For a Jedi, it was something else entirely.

Jacen Solo wasn't ready to die, not now, not so close to his ascendance, and not in a stinking drain like vermin.

He deflected the energy bolt with one last surge of the Force and sent the rubble erupting off his crushed and bleeding body like a detonation. Bricks hammered the walls and rained fragments, knocking Mara flat like a bomb blast. She made an animal noise that was more anger than pain and flailed for a moment as she tried to get up.

The effort froze Jacen for two vital seconds. But he knew if he didn't get up now and fight back, Mara would come in for the kill, again and again, until he was worn down and too weak to fend her off.

He scrambled to his feet, staggering more than standing, and suddenly understood.

It was Mara who had to die to fulfill his destiny.

Killing her was the test: the words of the prophecy were meaningless, and at a visceral level he knew that her death was the pivotal act. He didn't know how, and this wasn't the time to stop and think about it. He surrendered totally to instinct for the first time in ages. Whatever guided a Sith's hand had to guide him now.

But he was hurt, and badly.

Ben . . . he didn't know where Ben fitted into this, but now he knew he did, as surely as he knew anything. Jacen didn't care, because he knew he had to kill Mara now and nothing else would make sense until he did that.

He fumbled for his lightsaber and thumbed it into life again. Mara was already back on her feet, coming at him with the shoto and vibroblade, brick dust and black-red blood snaking down her forehead from a scalp cut. She leapt at him with the shoto held left-handed, fencing-style, seared the angle of his cheekbone, and caught him under the tip of his chin with the vibroblade as he jerked back.

She shouldn't have been able to get near him. He had total mastery, and she was just athletic and fast. He pushed back at her in the Force, sending her crashing against a wall with a loud grunt, but she kept coming at him, one-two, one-two with the shoto and the blade, and he was being driven back, his strength ebbing. He needed space to fight.

He drew his dart gun and fired one after the other, but Mara scattered all four needles in a blur of blue light. They fell to the ground. He turned and scrambled through the collapsed brick, using the Force to hurl debris up at her from the floor of the passage while she leapt from block to boulder to chunk of masonry, until she Force-leapt onto his back and brought him down.

They rolled. This wasn't a duel: it was a brawl. She thrust her vibroblade up under his chin and her jerked his head to one side, feeling the tip skate from his jaw to his hairline as it missed his jugular. He couldn't draw the weapons he needed. He was losing blood, losing strength, waning, flailing his lightsaber to fend her off. It was almost useless in such a close quarters struggle. Mara, manic and panting, flicked the shoto to counter every desperate stabbing thrust.

"Ben . . . I'll see you dead first . . . before . . . you get . . . Ben."

Jacen was on the knife-edge between dying and killing. They grappled, Force-pushed, Force-crushed: he threw her back again, trying to Force-jolt her spine and paralyze her for a moment, but somehow she deflected it and bricks flew out of the wall as if someone had punched them through from the other side. She almost Force-snatched the lightsaber from his hand, but even with his injuries he hung on to it. He wouldn't die. He couldn't, not now.

"You can't beat me," he gasped. "It's not meant to be."

"Really?" Mara snarled. "I say it is."

Then she launched herself at him—unthinking, a wild woman, hair flying—and he Force-pushed to send her slamming against a pillar in midleap. But the battering he'd taken and the ferocity of her relentless attack had blinded him to danger from another quarter. As he lurched backward to avoid her, his legs went from under him and he stumbled into a gaping crack opened up by the subsidence. He fell badly: red-hot pain seared from ankle to knee. His lightsaber went flying. Pain could be ignored, but the moment it took him to get to his feet again was enough for Mara to right herself and come back at him with the shoto and plunge it into the soft tissue just under the end of his collarbone.

Lightsaber wounds hurt a lot more than he ever imagined. Jacen screamed. He summoned his own weapon back to his hand and Mara crashed into him, knocking him flat again and pinning him down. Her vibroblade stopped a hand span from his throat as he managed to grab her hair and drag her face nearer and nearer to his lightsaber. She struggled to pull back, hacking at him with the shoto but blocked by his dwindling Force power each time.

Her vibroblade grazed his neck. He fumbled in his belt for a dart. She jerked back with a massive effort, leaving him clutching a handful of red hair, and the only thing that crossed his mind as she arched her back and held her arms high to bring both shoto and vibroblade down into his chest was that she would never, ever harm Ben.

Jacen stared into her eyes and instantly created the illusion of Ben's face beneath her. She blinked.

It gave him the edge for that fraction of a moment. It was long enough to ram the poison dart into her leg with its protective plastoid cone still in place.

It was just a small needle, ten centimeters long. He stabbed her so hard that the sharp end punched through the cone and the fabric of her pants.

Mara gasped and looked down at her leg as if she was puzzled rather than hurt. The dart quivered as she moved, and then fell to the floor.

"Oh . . . it's done . . . " Jacen said. The shoto fell from her hand and she made a vague and uncontrolled pawing movement with the vibroblade. It caught him in the bicep, but there was no strength behind the blow, and she dropped the weapon. "I'm sorry, Mara. Had to be you. Thought it was Ben. But it's over now, it's over . . . "

Source: Legacy of the Force - Sacrifice

Caedus fights Jedi Grand Master Luke Skywalker and although he admits that he lost the fight, he put up a tremendous effort and severely injured Luke throughout. The fight begins with Caedus being knicked by Luke's lightsaber in his kidney that would have paralyzed any normal human with the amount of pain it caused but Caedus kept grueling and fighting for several minutes after that with the fight ending with Ben Skywalker stabbing Caedus in the back with a vibroblade.

Jacen pointed at a vibrodagger lying on the deck, about two meters in front of Ben. Luke didn't know what it was doing there—whether Ben had attacked Jacen with it, or whether Jacen had been using it on Ben—but he started to accept that the horrible scene was real. He was, in fact, standing in the doorway of a secret cabin filled with Yuuzhan Vong torture devices, watching his twisted nephew taunt his captive son.

Luke didn't give Jacen a chance to surrender. He just sprang.

Ben's jaw dropped, and Jacen started to spin, snatching his lightsaber from his belt and igniting it in the same motion, bringing the emerald blade around high to protect his heart and head.

But Luke was attacking low, striking for the kidney to disable in the most painful way possible. Jacen's eyes widened. He flipped his lightsaber down in the same moment Luke's met flesh.

The tip sank a few centimeters, drawing a pained hiss as it touched a kidney, then Jacen's blade made contact and knocked it aside. Even that small wound would have left most humans paralyzed with agony. But Jacen thrived on pain, fed on it to make himself stronger and faster. He simply completed his pivot and landed a rib-crunching round-house.

Luke stumbled back, his chest filled with fire. Jacen had caught him on the barely healed scar from his first fight with Lumiya, and now his breath was coming in short painful gasps.

Good, Luke thought. This was supposed to hurt.

Jacen followed the kick with a high slash. Luke blocked and spun inside, landing an elbow smash to the temple that dropped Jacen to his knees. He brought his own knee up under Jacen's chin, hearing teeth crack—and relishing it. He parried a weak slash at his thighs, then drew his blade up diagonally where his nephew's chest should have been.

Except Jacen was sliding backward, one hand extended behind him, using the Force to pull himself toward a tendril-draped rack in the far corner of the torture chamber. Luke leapt after him, bringing his lightsaber around in a low, clearing sweep.

Jacen stopped pulling and started to swing his free hand around. Luke was ready, had been expecting this since the fight started. Still flying though the air, he raised his own hand, palm outward, and pushed the Force out through his arm to form a protective shield.

The lightning never came. Instead, Luke was blindsided by something heavy and spiky, and his body exploded into pain as he slammed into a durasteel wall. He found himself pinned in place, trapped by a bed of thorns Jacen had hurled across the cabin. He felt the hot sting of the thorns pumping their venom into him. His hearing faded and his head began to spin, and he saw Jacen, one hand still raised to keep Luke pinned, sneering and taking his time rising.

Bad mistake.

Luke raised his lightsaber, slashing through the thorn bed as he sprang. Jacen scrambled to his feet, barely bringing his weapon up in time to block a vicious downstroke. Luke landed a snap-kick to the stomach that lifted Jacen a meter off the deck, then followed it with a slash to the neck—

—which Jacen ducked. He came up under Luke's guard, holding his weapon with one hand and driving a Force-enhanced punch into Luke's ribs with the other, striking for the same place he had kicked earlier. Luke's chest exploded into pain, and he found himself croaking instead of breathing.

Luke struck again with his lightsaber, using both hands and putting all his strength into the attack, beating his nephew's guard down so far that Jacen emerald blade bit into his own shoulder. Jacen kicked at Luke's legs, catching the side of a knee. Something popped and Luke felt himself going down. On the way, he swept his blade horizontally.

Jacen screamed, and the smell of scorched bone and singed hair filled the air. Knowing Jacen would strike despite the wound, Luke rolled over his throbbing knee and spun back to his feet with a clearing sweep.

His blade met Jacen's in a shower of brilliant sparks. Luke freed one hand and drove a finger-strike at Jacen's eyes.

Jacen turned his head, but Luke's little finger scratched across something soft and bulbous. Jacen roared and stumbled away, shaking his head. Luke feinted a dash toward his nephew's blind side, then—as Jacen pivoted to protect his injured eye—Luke hit him with a Force wave.

Jacen went flying, and it required only a soft nudge to steer him into a tendril-draped rack in the far corner. He hit with so much cracking and crashing that Luke worried the rack had broken, but the thin tendrils quickly entwined Jacen in a net of pulsing green.

Luke started forward, his injured knee buckling each time he put weight on it. The rack's slender tendrils were tightening around Jacen, cutting into his flesh and oozing a yellowish irritant that made skin puff up and split. Jacen began to slash his lightsaber up and down, cutting the vines away two and three at a time. If Luke wanted to finish this—and it seemed like a good idea, given how battered he was himself—he had only a few seconds.

Luke closed to within two meters without saying a word. What point would there have been? Jacen wasn't going to surrender, and Luke wouldn't have believed him if he offered. It was better to attack quickly, while he still had the advantage. He brought his lightsaber up to strike.

"Wait!" Ben cried from behind him. "Let me do it!"

Astonished and appalled, Luke put a little too much weight on his injured knee—and fell as it buckled. He rolled beyond the reach of Jacen's lightsaber and looked back across the chamber.

[...]

Giving his son no further chance to argue, Luke turned back to Jacen, who by now was almost free. Only one leg remained caught, though it was still entwined in a half a dozen places. Luke limped forward, circling toward Jacen's trapped side.

Jacen stopped cutting at the tendrils and flung a hand toward the ceiling.

"Dad, look—"

Luke was already throwing himself to the deck. A tremendous crash sounded from the illumination panel, and the chamber fell instantly dark. He rolled opposite the direction he had just been moving, but wasn't quick enough. The fixture smashed into his head and shoulders, slamming his face into the deck. He heard something crunch in his nose and was instantly choking on his own thick blood.

Jacen's lightsaber droned twice, filling that corner of the torture chamber with flickering green light. Luke Force-hurled the light fixture off his back, then hobbled to his feet.

Jacen launched himself over Luke in a high Force flip. They exchanged perfunctory attacks as he tumbled past, then Luke was alone in the corner, watching the green column of his nephew's lightsaber move toward the door.

Jacen was running.

Luke spat a mouthful of blood and Force-leapt after his nephew, at the same time reaching out to drag him back. They came together in a blinding flurry of sparks, their blades colliding faster than the eye could follow, filling the dark chamber with flashing fans of color. Blows came out of nowhere. Luke caught another kick in his knee and found himself calling on the Force to keep his balance. He landed an elbow and felt a bone in Jacen's face shatter.

Jacen stumbled back, groaning, the green light of his lightsaber briefly illuminating Ben's face as the boy struggled to cut himself free. Luke pressed forward, angling toward the Embrace to keep Jacen away from Ben. Jacen fought his way over anyway, placing himself squarely between Luke and the chair, then gave ground and vanished behind the green ribbons his lightsaber was weaving through the darkness.

Luke Force-leapt after him, knowing that this Jacen—the Jacen he had caught torturing his son—would not hesitate to take Ben hostage . . . or to kill him. Luke landed half a meter in front of Jacen's lightsaber and quickly beat down his nephew's guard—too quickly. When he did not glimpse a face in the light of his own blade, Luke knew something was wrong and stopped.

Which was exactly what Jacen was waiting for, of course.

Luke had barely started to turn before a loop of thin tendril slipped over his head and tightened around his throat, oozing toxin and cutting deep into the flesh. The wound swelled and burned as if it were on fire. Luke whipped his lightsaber around, trying to cut Jacen off his back, but Jacen was already spinning away, tightening his garrote and placing Luke's body between himself and the deadly blade.

"Should have let me go when you had the chance," Jacen snarled. "Now you're done."

Luke slammed an elbow into Jacen's ribs, but it was like hitting a permacrete wall. Instead of continuing to fight, he accelerated into the spin, using the Force to hurl them both into the nearest wall.

Jacen hit first, his skull clunking hard into the durasteel. The garrote loosened a little. Luke dropped his lightsaber, bracing one hand against the other so he could use the strength of both arms to hammer his elbow up under Jacen's chin.

The garrote went completely slack. Luke followed up with a palm-heel to the same target, using the impact to drive himself away from his attacker and buy some maneuvering room.

Then Jacen let out a bloodcurdling scream and stumbled away, a black silhouette vanishing into the darkness of the torture chamber.

Luke stepped back in shock and confusion, summoning his lightsaber to hand, but knowing by the surprise in Jacen's scream that this was not another trick.

"It's okay, Dad," Ben said from beside him. "It's just me."

Ben took the glow rod from Luke's belt and activated it. Jacen was crawling across the torture chamber, the hilt of a vibrodagger protruding from between his shoulder blades. His face was inflamed and misshapen, his clothes were smoking and tattered, a hand-sized rectangle of scorched skull showed through his scalp, and still he was stretching a hand toward his lightsaber.

Source: Legacy of the Force - Inferno

The fight between the two men was the most terrible lightsaber duel of Caedus's life and had been a brilliant demonstration of lightsaber technique and Force skills:

Mere days before, he had waged the most ferocious, most terrible lightsaber duel of his life. In a secret chamber aboard his Star Destroyer, the Anakin Solo, he had been torturing Ben Skywalker to harden the young man's spirit, to better prepare Ben for life as a Sith. But he had been caught by Ben's father, Luke Skywalker.

That fight . . . Caedus wished he had a holorecording of it. It had gone on for what had felt like forever. It had been brutal, with the advantage being held first by Luke, then by Caedus, in what he knew had been brilliant demonstrations of lightsaber technique, of raw power within the Force, of subtle Jedi and Sith skills. For all his pain, Caedus felt a swelling of pride—not just that he had survived that duel, but that he had waged it so well.

Source: Legacy of the Force - Fury

The injuries Caedus sustained during this fight were: a lightsaber cut a few centimeters into his kidney; an elbow to his temple; a knee to his chin that resulted in a "teeth crack" sound; a kick to the stomach that lifted him a meter off the ground; a lightsaber burn to his shoulder; a hand-sized rectangle of skin burned off his skull from Luke's lightsaber; a little finger scratching his eye; Force pushed into a rack that wrapped him up in tendrils that cut into his flesh and oozed a yellowish irritant that made his skin puff up and split; an elbow to the face that shattered a bone; launched backwards and slammed his skull into a metal wall; elbowed under the chin with the strength of both Luke's arms; struck with a palm strike; and finally stabbed between the shoulder blades with a vibrodagger. Here's Caedus after the fight:

The air in the forward infirmary reeked of bacta salve and scorched flesh, and casualties were jammed three and four to a bay. Yet Caedus had an entire corner to himself—and not because his injuries warranted it. He had only a few broken bones and some damaged organs.

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Jacen slipped off the gurney—then groaned in shock as the small impact of landing on the deck sent halos of pain radiating out from his two back wounds. His knees buckled, and he would have fallen if the MD droid's hand hadn't shot out to hold him up.

"In your condition, standing is out of the question," the droid informed him. "Even if the swelling in your brain doesn't destroy your balance, you have burn damage to your kidney and a perforation in your lung. You're simply too weak."

Source: Legacy of the Force - Inferno

The injuries Luke sustained during this fight were: a rib-crunching roundhouse that filled Luke's chest with fire and caused painful gasps; slammed by a bed of thorns and spikes and pinned against a metal wall where the thorns pumped venom into him, causing his hearing to fade and his head to spin; Force-punched in the ribs in the same spot he was kicked making his chest "explode" with pain and causing him to croak instead of breath; a kick to the side of the knee that caused something to pop and almost made Luke fall down and buckled every time he put weight on it; has an illumination panel dropped onto his head and shoulders, slamming his head to the ground and causing his nose to "crunch" and make Luke choke on his blood; a second kick to the knee that needed him to use the Force to stay upright; have a tendril wrap around his throat like a garrote, oozing toxin and cutting into his flesh which caused the wound to burn as if it was on fire. Here's Luke after the fight:

"There may also have been some Force pressure involved," Luke added from the end of the table. With a bruised face, two black eyes, and half a dozen casts and bandages not quite hidden beneath his cloak, he looked like he had actually taken the beating that Leia and Jaina had threatened to give him if he ever faked his death again.

Source: Legacy of the Force - Inferno

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"Right," Luke answered. "I stay as close as I can to the future we're seeing without actually fighting Caedus -- at least, not physically."

"I must say, that seems quite wise," C-3PO said. "The last time you two fought, you were forced to spend your nights in a bacta tank for an entire week."

Source: Legacy of the Force - Invincible

Despite everything though, Caedus fully admits that Luke defeated him:

Luke had beaten him. Luke had just kept coming despite his injuries. He had inflicted more damage on Caedus than he had suffered himself, and he had even escaped the garrote before Ben struck. In fact, it was probably that attack that had saved Caedus's life. Nothing else could have shocked Luke out of his battle rage—only the sight of Ben slipping so far to the dark side.

It was a memory that both frightened Caedus and burned his pride, but it was one that he would have to contemplate at length. Now he knew what to expect when Luke discovered who really killed Mara—and when Luke came after him next time, Caedus would be ready.

Source: Legacy of the Force - Inferno

Caedus fights a Jedi striketeam of legendary Jedi Battle Master Kyle Katarn and three Jedi Knights, Valin Horn, Thann Mithric, and Kolir Hu'lya. Caedus immediately knows that the three Knights are no match for him and although he describes Katarn as a threat, he is able to easily keep the Jedi team from doing any sort of damage to him despite them being extremely coordinated. After only a few moments, Caedus is able to use the Force to pull a GAG speeder down onto Katarn before stabbing him with his lightsaber and injuring Hu'lya in the process. However, he still hadn't completely recovered from his fight with Luke Skywalker (listed above) and begins to falter under the constant and rage-filled assault of Mithric. At this time, a few of the GAG snipers were starting to recover and fire on the Jedi with their snipers, but Horn was able to use this to his advantage as he then deflected the bolts towards Jacen, the first striking him in the leg. This forced Caedus to divert his attention between the deflected blaster bolts and the mad Jedi beating down his defenses, but even this he was able to turn to his advantage. Caedus waited until the opportune moment and in the same instance, blocked a lightsaber strike from Mithric as well as deflected a blaster bolt at the Jedi, striking him in the chest. This allowed Caedus to decapitate the Jedi and effectively ended the fight, forcing Horn to retreat after the injured Hu'lya:

Finally he detected more than just telekinetic pushes; he felt presences as his enemies drew on Force abilities. He felt them rush toward him, caught sight of them as they entered the glow of lights from the front of the Senate Building—four Jedi, Master Kyle Katarn foremost among them.

Katarn ignited his lightsaber as he came to a stop a few meters away. "Care to surrender, Colonel Solo?"

"Not to a traitor." Caedus looked at the other three as their Force-augmented sprints came to an end, leaving them in a semicircle before him. Three Jedi Knights: the younger Horn, the Falleen Mithric, the Bothan Hu'lya. He resisted the urge to snort. Separately or collectively, these Jedi Knights were no match for him.

Katarn, though, was a threat. Still, the Jedi had only moments before GA reinforcements would arrive. Their attack was already a failure.

He sensed Katarn's attack, threw up his blade in a block so well practiced that his muscle memory could have performed it while he slept. With his free hand, he gestured at the Bothan Jedi. She was suddenly airborne, hurtling side ways to slam into the Falleen, knocking them both down.

Katarn's blade struck his, rebounded with a snap-hiss, and came around from the other side as the Jedi Master executed a lightning-fast spin. Caedus stepped back from it, not engaging the blade. He watched the blade flash harmlessly past him.

He stepped forward again into a side kick, aimed not at Katarn but at the onrushing Valin Horn. His boot heel caught the Jedi Knight on the point of his chin, knocking Horn backward off his feet.

Two seconds had passed since the attack began.

Only Seha's head protruded from the pavement hatch as she watched her four companions assault Colonel Solo.

In one sense, it was a beautiful and brilliant thing to see. The five combatants moved as though they'd been choreographing this event for years and had planned, all along, that the two sides would somehow be even. Each time the lightsabers came together, the resulting flash of light, slightly greater than two glows by themselves, cast the five combatants into relief. Around them, blinded GAG troopers withdrew, finding one another by touch, keeping their blasters up and at the ready, waiting for the moment when their sight would return and allow them to open fire.

Ten seconds.

Caedus rolled out of Katarn's kick to his head, catching a scrape along his cheek, and swung at the Master's leg, but Kolir's blade intercepted his before it bit into flesh. His strength batted her weapon away, but she had deflected his blow and spared Katarn an amputation.

They're coordinating. Good for them. Bad for me.

Caedus heard a siren—an oncoming GAG vehicle. No, two—maybe three.

He allowed himself a certain satisfaction at their speed of response. He hadn't expected anything of the sort for another half minute.

Then, from the corner of his eye, he saw the first oncoming vehicle, an aging Sentinel-class armored shuttle. It was yellow, with spots of rust. He could not make out its markings without looking at it, but he knew it was not in GAG or Alliance colors. Entering airspace above the plaza, it began a dangerously steep and fast repulsorlift descent. Behind it came three GAG airspeeders, one of them firing a top-mounted laser at the shuttle.

Ah. So they were not responding with brilliant speed to an alarm. They were chasing the Jedi escape vehicle. Caedus swung at Horn, a blow meant not to connect but to cause the young Jedi to flinch away into the path of the Falleen, which he did. While they were interfering with each other, Caedus gestured at the Bothan Jedi, hurling her toward Katarn.

Katarn hurled his lightsaber off to the side and caught Hu'lya with both hands, preventing her from falling, prepared to pull her out of harm's way if Caedus followed through.

Caedus did not. He kept his senses on Katarn's lightsaber, and, when it vectored to fly toward him from the side, he negligently swatted it away with his own blade.

Fifteen seconds.

Caedus gave Katarn and Hu'lya a little smile. "You could save yourselves a lot of pain by telling me now where Luke has set up the new Jedi headquarters. I swear, when you are in my hands, you will answer that question."

The Bothan got her feet back under her and stood at the ready.

Katarn caught his returning lightsaber. "Meaning you will torture us to death. Are you listening to yourself, Jacen? Do you even know who you are anymore?"

"I do. It's you who have no idea who I am."

He felt Force energy growing within Mithric and Horn. He gestured, telekinetically yanking the Bothan forward, positioning her between him and them. He felt their Force exertion as it was suddenly cut off.

Katarn advanced, lightsaber at the ready. Caedus withdrew before him. With part of his awareness, he was keeping track of the four inbound vehicles, plotting their trajectories . . .

One of the GAG vehicles was circling ahead and to starboard of the descending shuttle. Its arc, intended to put it toward the bow of the shuttle so it could fire on the cockpit, would bring it near the combatants, just a few meters above them. The pilot's maneuver was smooth, the vehicle clearly under control. Caedus could see the Jedi barely registering its presence, since it did not figure into the combat.

Caedus reached out a hand as if intending to hurl Katarn away from him. The Master raised his own hand, a deflecting gesture. But Caedus exerted himself against the oncoming GAG speeder, yanking it down and toward all of them.

A moment's inattention or focus elsewhere. That's all it ever took. By the time Katarn felt the speeder coming toward him—spinning, its stern a mere two meters from his back—it was already too late for him to send a command even to Force-augmented nerves and muscles. His face changed with the awareness of danger.

Then the speeder's port quarter hit his back, hurling him forward to slam into Caedus. The speeder, continuing its out-of-control motion, slid through the location of the other Jedi, knocking Hu'lya to the permacrete, causing Horn and Mithric to leap to safety.

Katarn now stood so close to Caedus that every facial feature was visible, every scar and line in his weathered face, every hair on his brow, mustache, and beard.

Caedus felt a rush of satisfaction, enjoyment, as Katarn's expression turned from one of surprise to pain. Katarn looked down to see Caedus's lightsaber buried to its hilt in his chest.

A noise, something halfway between a groan and a death rattle, emerged from Katarn's lips. Smiling, Caedus yanked his lightsaber free and let the stricken Jedi Master all fall facefirst on the pavement.

Seha felt all breath leaver her body, as though it had been her chest, not Katarn's, that had been pierced. Jacen Solo's exultation washed through the Force and over her like a wave at a beach, almost knocking her free from the rung she held.

No, no, no . . . The words rang in her head and were echoed by Mithric. The Falleen Jedi howled as he charged Solo, his anguish giving him speed and strength as he threw blow after blow at his enemy.

Things were at their most chaotic.

[...]

Valin Horn was charging toward the combat. Kolir was up, too, but limping badly as she headed toward their enemy. The shuttle was just meters above the plaza, settling precisely into place so that its belly hatch was positioned exactly above the access hole through which Kolir had emerged. Laserfire from the GAG speeders was raking the shuttle's top armor to pieces.

Seha's vision blurred with tears. She dashed them away and flicked a hand at the distant patch. As Colonel Solo twirled, causing his cloak to flare up and away from him, the patch flew to its lower hem and merged with it.

Now the three Jedi Knights assailed Solo all-out, a fight they were doomed to lose. Seha could not save them. Her tasks were accomplished. She should leave before Colonel Solo detected her.

[...]

One of the GAG troopers fired his blaster at Mithric. Kolir, hobbling, managed to get her lightsaber blade up and caught the bolt.

But it meant the troopers' vision was returning.

Seha saw the Jedi exchanging words. Valin spun away from the engagement with Jacen and moved toward the one sighted trooper. That man fired again and Valin deflected the bolt with his lightsaber—deflected it straight toward Jacen. The improvised attack evidently came as a surprise: The bolt grazed Jacen's right leg, sending him to his knee. Mithric redoubled his attack, hammering away at Jacen's defense like a toolsmith on a primitive world battering away at a sunburn harvester droid.

Kolir, bent over from distress more than pain, hesitated, then turned and moved at a fast hobble toward the shuttle.

[...]

Caedus hadn't felt the blaster bolt coming. His concentration was slipping.

And this madman of a Falleen Jedi was starting to beat down his parries. His strength was slipping.

He wasn't yet recovered from his duel with Luke. And now, as more of his troopers began firing, Horn began deflecting more bolts at him. The imprecise, barely aimed nature of the attacks worked in Horn's favor. The shots were unpredictable and Caedus had to divide his attention between a mad swordsman and a growing number of half-blind snipers.

But he was still the best lightsaber swordsman around—excepting possibly Luke, perhaps the best there ever had been.

Caedus waited until the timing was perfect, waited until an incoming bolt arrived at the same moment as one of Mithric's attacks so he could devote a single maneuver to both. He caught Mithric's blow toward the hilt of his lightsaber. He caught the bolt near the tip, deflecting it up and straight into Mithric's chest.

Mithric staggered back, the center of his chest blackened, as the smell of burned skin and meat filled the air. Caedus leapt up and executed a single, precise lateral blow.

Mithric's head fell from his shoulders. His body toppled down half a second later.

Caedus and Horn spun to face each other. An expression of sadness crossed Horn's face, but his dismay did not distract him. He caught three more blaster bolts with his lightsaber blade without looking at their firers.

Caedus gestured toward his troopers, signaling them to cease fire. They did; now the only ranged fire to be heard came from the speeders, still chewing the shuttle to pieces.

Caedus flexed his injured leg experimentally and decided it was not too bad. It would take his weight and allow him some footwork. He gestured toward Horn. "You going to try this alone?"

Horn shook his head.

Caedus smiled. "You're a fraction of the man your father is."

"Funny. That's what I was going to say to you." Horn seemed to blur as he dashed toward the shuttle, his sprinting speed augmented by the Force.

"Don't be an idiot! That thing will never take off again." Caedus left off his harangue as Horn ran up the side ramp where the Bothan had disappeared moments before.

No matter. The shuttle would not take off; Horn or Hu'lya, or both, would be captured, and after a lengthy enough interrogation, Caedus would know where Luke and the Jedi were now hiding.

He bent over to pick up Mithric's head by its ponytail. The Falleen's eyes were still open, staring forward, eerily lifelike, but his skin color had gone to gray.

Source: Legacy of the Force - Fury

Despite not being completely healed after his brutal fight with Luke, the Jedi strike team were only ever able to match Caedus and never had the upper hand. In fact, once Kyle Katarn went down, the three Knights "were no match for Solo's control of the dark side of the Force" and he proved "too powerful" for the trio, proving his earlier assessment right that the three Knights no match for him:

Valin and Jedi Master Kyle Katarn confronted Jacen, at first alone, and it took just seconds for Solo to lash out with a kick that caught Valin in the chin and knocked him briefly unconscious. Valin recovered just as Solo drove his lightsaber into Master Katarn's chest, and he rushed Solo alongside Kolir Hu'lya and Thann Mithric. However, the three Jedi were no match for Solo's control of the dark side of the Force. After Mithric was killed while trying to hold Solo off, the surviving Jedi managed to escape when Seha Dorvald arrived to help them weave their way through underground tunnels to a waiting shuttle.

Source: The Complete Star Wars Encyclopedia

Hu'lya was among the first group of Jedi who confronted Solo in a hangar bay near his offices, along with mission leader Kyle Katarn and Valin Horn. She was injured when Solo used the Force to deflect a passing speeder into Katarn. Hu'lya shrugged off the injury and confronted Solo after he defeated Katarn in a lightsaber duel. But Solo was too powerful, even after Hu'lya was joined by the others, so the surviving Jedi chose to escape when Seha Dorvald arrived with a shuttle.

Source: The Complete Star Wars Encyclopedia

Caedus fights off a group of four Mandalorians while dealing with Jaina using a sniper rifle to try and kill him from a distance

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Caedus fights his sister Jaina Solo on the asteroid base of Nickel One with Luke Skywalker empowering Jaina to incredible levels. Just prior to the fighting, Jaina was able to shoot Caedus's shoulder with a sniper rifle, which rendered his entire arm useless. With the Force trickery Luke was pulling, Caedus believed he was fighting Luke himself and became confused and desperate when finding out Jaina was there, too. Jaina would use both her new fighting style, Luke's incredible boost, and unconventional weapons to allow her to cut off Caedus's arm, but he would still manage to defend himself and nearly knock her out by using the Force to both shove a Mandalorian's body at her and then shove her herself against a wall with Force Lightning. The text goes on a little longer than when the fight actually ends but that's to show more context about the amp Jaina received and the gap between the two of them normally. With Luke's amp, she feels the Force "in every cell of her body, swirling through her like fire, burning more ferociously every moment", "had never felt so strong or so quick or so alert", and that she was aware of "everything", yet when the amp ends and Luke isn't actively helping her anymore, she feels "cold, tired, and in pain", barely has the strength to hold onto her lightsaber as she deflects blaster bolts, and trips over debris in her way that she "normally would have sensed without any conscious thought". What's more, this is described as her returning to her normal levels of the Force, meaning that the majority of the reason she was even able to keep standing and going after being thrown by Caedus's lightning was because of the energies Luke was giving her. Despite all of this, Caedus chose to direct his efforts away from Jaina because he became so paranoid at the idea of Luke being there in person, allowing Jaina to escape:

Growing more frightened than ever by the magnitude of her brother's powers -- and therefore even more resolved to stop him -- Jaina set her sight on Caedus's ear and fired a burst of three pellets . . . just as Caedus flipped his lightsaber around and thumbed the activation switch.

The blade ignited inside Roegr's chest, splitting him open at the sternum. The tip extended up through his neck and hit the back of his helmet, failing to penetrate the tough beskar and snapping his head back into the path of Jaina's first mag-pellet. The third pellet whispered past, barely a centimeter behind Caedus's unprotected head, and punched a hole through a seat.

But the second pellet, the one that didn't miss, caught Caedus in the shoulder and sent him spinning. With Roegr's sword arm still trapped in an elbow lock, he pulled the Mandalorian around with him, and Jaina's next burst of mag-pellets slammed into the blue plate still affixed to the dead man's back. The impact tipped the balance, driving Caedus over a row of seats and out of sight down on the floor.

[...]

Caedus was on his feet again, dancing back and forth, his wounded arm hanging limp at his side, wielding his lightsaber one-handed and still deflecting everything that Vatok and the other Mandalorian were pouring down toward the Moffs.

Source: Legacy of the Force - Invincible

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Caedus waved the Moffs up toward the anteroom, then turned back to the projection booth to see the muzzle of a pellet accelerator pushing through a makeshift firing port, which the sniper had cut through the projectionist's blaster-scorched viewing pane. He managed to raise the arm on his injured side in the weapon's general direction, then reached out with the Force and made a twisting motion with his hand. The barrel trembled for an instant, then started to bend against the edge of the firing port.

The sniper was not surprised. The weapon simply spun free as it was abruptly released, and the snap-hiss of an igniting lightsaber sounded from inside the projection booth. Despite the pellet wound his shoulder had suffered earlier, Caedus did not hesitate to activate his own blade. His pain would only fuel his power, and if he did not attack the sniper, he knew the sniper would attack him. He Force-leapt up through the hole into the smoky, flashing interior of the booth and pivoted around to block the fan of blue light that came slicing toward his neck even before he could sense who he was fighting.

Whoever it was, the enemy was good.

Caedus felt a boot slam into his ribs -- an instant before he saw it coming with his Aing-Tii fighting spirit -- and the breath left his lungs. He countered with a head-high backslash and brought his own foot up, landing a Force-enhanced snap-kick between the legs of the brown-robed blur attacking him. The blow drew a pained grunt but failed to even stagger his foe.

A bony elbow slammed up under his chin, rocking him onto his heels. Then, finally, Caedus felt a familiar tingle in the back of his mind, and he saw the image of a violet blade slashing at his vulnerable side. He swept his own lightsaber down across the front of his body in a desperate reverse block that barely caught the attack in time to prevent it from slicing him in two, then whirled into a spinning back kick that landed squarely in his foe's stomach and drove him back . . . a mere two steps.

It was enough.

Now Caedus could see who he was fighting, and he could not believe it. A gaunt-faced man with eyes as blue and cold as vardium steel, nostrils flaring red with anger and exertion, a thin-lipped snarl filled with confidence and disdain.

Luke Skywalker.

Just a few minutes earlier, Caedus had sensed his uncle's presence far above Nickel One, in the same blastboat as his mother, father, and Saba Sebatyne. And now here Luke was, inside the asteroid. Even Jedi Grand Masters could not be in two places at once -- Caedus knew that -- but he did not waste time being confused.

All that mattered was that Luke was here, somehow, and that he was the one swordsman in the galaxy whom Caedus did not dare fight one-armed. Even as Luke leapt forward weaving a basket of lightsaber slashes, Caedus sprang back out of the projection booth, launching himself into a high Force flip designed to put as much distance between himself and his attacker as possible.

Luke flew after him, not even bothering to try for the high position, simply coming up under him with a wild slash combination that was anything but subtle or deft or even tricky; just pure relentless ferocity. Caedus had to stretch himself out belly-down in midair to meet the attack, and even calling on the Force to bolster the strength in his good arm, it was all he could do to keep the powerful strikes from knocking his guard aside and leaving him wide open.

They started to drop, trading a trio of lightning-fast blows that left Caedus's hands stinging and his heart racing. The last time he had fought Luke, he had started with a painful kidney wound but two good arms -- and barely managed to survive. Now, with a relatively bearable shoulder wound and a single good arm, he had to do more than survive, he had to prevail -- because now there would be no mercy at the last minute. This time, his uncle would not care whether he survived as long as Caedus died, because now Luke knew the truth about who had killed his wife.

After the third exchange, Caedus and Luke came down in the seating area, two rows apart. Both landed on their feet, Luke ore lightly than Caedus.

Caedus deactivated his lightsaber and flicked his hand downward, arming the dart thrower he had begun wearing beneath his sleeve after their last fight.

But Luke did something even more unexpected, removing one hand from his lightsaber and pushing the palm forward. An instant later, the unseen hammer of a Force blast caught Caedus in the sternum and drove him not over, but through the seats behind him.

He slammed into the next row and dropped to the floor foot-to-foot with the big Mandalorian he had killed earlier -- the one in the black armor and red helmet. Caedus's head was spinning and his chest was more than aching -- it was throbbing, burning, clenching so tightly he could hardly breathe.

But he still had his lightsaber -- and he needed it. He thumbed the activation switch and brought the weapon up just as Luke's blue blade came slicing down toward him. Caedus caught it on his own crimson blade, then straightened his arm, simultaneously parrying and pointing the dart thrower on his wrist into his attacker's face.

"Release!" he commanded.

A faint puff of air tickled Caedus's forearm as the thrower launched its darts, but Luke was already whirling out of the way. The slivers streaked past in a harmless black flash and vanished; then Luke was spinning into the row where Caedus lay, positioning himself above Caedus's head for the coup de grâce.

There was no time to leap up or loose a bolt of Force lightning, and the angle was particularly poor for blocking and parrying. Caedus's only hope lay at his feet, and he seized that hope with the Force, using it to pull the dead Mandalorian up over him, then hurling the corpse headlong into Luke.

Two bodies collided with the sharp crack of metal impacting bone. When Caedus did not die in the next instant, he realized he had finally driven his uncle onto the defensive. He rolled to a knee, his lightsaber ignited and raised between them.

Luke lay buried beneath the huge Mandalorian, blood pooling around his head and one motionless arm protruding beneath the fellow's side. By all appearances, Luke Skywalker was dead -- or at least unconscious.

Caedus's heart began to pound not with fear, but with excitement. His visions of late had been filled with his uncle's face -- Luke Skywalker attacking him here on Nickel One, Luke firing on him from one of Boba Fett's Bes'uliike, Luke sitting on Caedus's throne, claiming the New Empire as his own. Had he -- Lord Caedus -- finally put an end to those visions -- finally ruled out the possibility of those futures becoming the future?

Eager as he was to be rid of Luke, Caedus was also suspicious. His uncle had been using a new fighting style, one that he had never taught his students at the Jedi academy -- one that he had never, as far as Caedus knew, used on anyone who had survived to describe it. The style was essentially conservative, brutal, and ruthless, designed to deal damage without suffering it -- and not all that tricky.

Which meant now would be the perfect time to switch styles and trap an unwary opponent by playing dead. Using the Force to keep the Mandalorian pressed firmly down on Luke, Caedus retreated twenty paces to the body of a fallen stormtrooper, then deactivated his lightsaber and tucked it under his wounded arm. When Luke still did not move, he pulled a fragmentation grenade off the trooper's equipment belt. He thumbed the arming slide, then sent the grenade sailing toward his uncle and the dead Mandalorian.

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Despite the ringing in her ears and the gauze in her head -- despite her hugely aching skull and the big knot of hurt swelling on her brow -- Jaina had never been so filled with the Force. She could feel it in every cell of her body, swirling through her like fire, burning more ferociously every moment. She had never felt so strong or so quick or so alert. She could drive her fist through a durasteel wall, or catch a blaster bolt between her fingers. Despite the red curtain of blood cascading from the gash where Vatok's helmet had split her forehead, she was aware of everything.

Including that grenade sailing toward her.

So Jaina reached out with the Force and sent it flying back toward her brother. An instant later, the weight pressing down on her grew lighter as Caedus's attention shifted to the grenade. She started to Force-hurl her friend's body off -- then recalled how her brother had been anticipating her attacks. She grabbed the beskad hanging from Vatok's waist, then sent his body flying after the grenade.

The iron saber had barely cleared its scabbard before the hammerfist of a grenade detonation jolted the forum. Vatok's body was silhouetted against the orange flash of the explosion. Jaina held him there, shielding herself from the fiery heat of the blast, and felt the searing bite of shrapnel only in her legs.

The detonation swept the last wisps of gauze from Jaina's mind. Not waiting to see if she had been seriously injured, she let her friend's body drop to the floor and leapt after her brother, lightsaber in one hand and Vatok's beskad in the other.

Caedus turned to meet her with his good arm forward and his wounded shoulder behind. Jaina struck high with the lightsaber and low with the beskad. Caedus slipped back, allowing both blades to pass, then sprang forward and counterthrust, trying to impale her with her own momentum.

Jaina was already spinning past his crimson blade, pivoting on a dead stormtrooper's chest plate as she brought Vatok's beskad around at neck height. But Caedus had anticipated her once again, leaning away to take the blow on his wounded shoulder rather than across his throat.

Jaina did not even feel the beskad cleaving bone. She simply heard a voice -- Jacen's voice -- cry out in shock and pain; then an arm landed on her boots. In the next instant Caedus was whirling away, screaming and flapping a red stump, and something hot and wet splashed across Jaina's face and throat and began to burn like acid.

A part of her -- the part that had grown up with Jacen and trained with him on Yavin IV and traded snowballs at Coruscant's polar playgrounds -- was too horrified to act. That part wanted to stand paralyzed in shock, to pretend this was just some terrible nightmare from which she would shortly awaken. The other part -- the part that had actually asked for this mission -- knew what would happen if she let herself freeze.

Jaina launched herself after Caedus. The loss of an arm did not seem to faze him. He simply turned to meet her attack, his yellow eyes blazing with pain and fury, and their lightsabers met in a brilliant explosion of color. Jaina brought the beskad around again, striking low for his thigh . . . and knew she was in trouble when Caedus did not even try to block.

Caedus deactivated his lightsaber and let it drop between them. Jaina felt the beskad begin to bite, then her brother's palm sank deep into the pit of her stomach. In the next instant she was riding a bolt of Force lightning across the chamber, her muscles cramping, her teeth grinding, her ears roaring with the fiery sizzle of burning synapses.

A full second later, she slammed into a durasteel wall and felt a terrible popping in her ribs, then dropped to the floor, still holding her lightsaber and the beskad. The Force lightning had died away, but her muscles remained useless aching knots, and the stench of scorched flesh was so powerful she wanted to retch. Instead, she tried to rise -- and succeeded only in sparking a dozen different kinds of pain.

Across the chamber, her brother was in little better shape. He sat slumped in a half-collapsed chair, his remaining hand clamped over the stump of his missing arm, his thigh wound dripping blood onto the floor. His yellow eyes were staring at Jaina more in confusion than rage, and his head was cocked as though he could not quite believe what he was seeing.

"You?" he gasped. "Jaina?"

Jaina managed to raise her throbbing head. It hurt -- a lot -- and her vision was starting to blur.

"I haven't changed that much, Jacen," she said. With her muscle control beginning to return, she pushed herself into a kneeling position. "And I hope you know how much this Sith nonsense is steaming Mom and Dad."

If Caedus heard her wisecrack, he did not show it. His yellow eyes began to dart around the chamber, searching for something Jaina did not understand -- but maybe that was just because her head was throbbing so bad. The pain was beginning to muddle her thoughts.

Somehow, Caedus forced himself back to his feet. That would have been impressive -- if it weren't so kriffing scary.

"Where's Luke?" he demanded.

"Right behind me," Jaina said, also standing. The effort sent pangs of anguish shooting through her lungs, and she realized she had a few broken ribs to go with the lightning scorch on her chest. She squinted in his direction, trying to keep him in focus so she could kill him. "Come over here, and I'll show you."

That brought Caedus's gaze snapping back toward her, and Jaina realized she might have overplayed her hand. She still had both arms, but the fact that her brother remained standing at all proved how much greater his Force powers were than her own. She tossed the beskad aside and summoned a fallen stormtrooper's power blaster to hand.

Then Jaina sensed someone watching her from the direction of the antechamber where the Moffs had fled. She looked up to find a pair of gray blurs dropping into firing positions in the doorways. She loosed a burst of suppression fire toward the two troopers, then Force-flipped up into the cover offered by the ruined projection booth, landing backward so she would be facing her enemy and in a position to defend herself.

Jaina's boots had not even touched the floor before the stormtroopers opened fire. She dropped the power blaster and used her lightsaber to deflect their bolts, angling them down toward her brother. If she kept him busy enough, he wouldn't be able to hurl another lightning attack her way. His lightsaber snapped to life and began to weave a crimson shield in front of him.

Then Jaina experienced an abrupt draining as her Force energies returned to their normal level. Suddenly she felt cold, tired, and in pain, and she barely had the strength to hold her lightsaber as it flicked back and forth, batting away blaster bolts. She retreated deeper into the projection booth, stumbling over combat debris that she normally would have sensed without any conscious thought. When she reached the wrecked control panel, she could finally drop behind cover.

Caedus's voice sounded out in the forum, still deep and booming and strong. "Not her! Skywalker is the dangerous one."

Skywalker?

Was Jaina beginning to hear things now, too? Or was Caedus beginning to imagine them?

The blasterfire shifted away from the projection booth and grew more erratic. Jaina poked her head up, peering over the scorched control panel through what remained of the projectionist's one-way viewport.

Her brother was limping up toward the anteroom, finally starting to look a little weak and dizzy himself. His good hand was still holding the stump of his severed arm. But his yellow eyes were round with fear and his brow was furrowed with anger, and he was looking toward the far corner of the chamber, which Jaina could not see from her vantage point.

"There, you fools!" he yelled. "Blast him!"

The two stormtroopers seemed to study the corner for a moment, then obediently opened fire again. Energy bolts quickly began to ricochet back into the seats, but whether they were being deflected by a lightsaber or merely bouncing off the walls was impossible to guess.

Jaina did not have the energy to investigate. She dropped back to her haunches and opened herself completely to the Force, drawing it into her exhausted, battered body from all sides.

Source: Legacy of the Force - Invincible

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Corran Horn Respect Thread - Part 2

"Even back when I entered CorSec, I knew there were things that I'd be called upon to do, dangerous things, that I would do because others could not. My role in society was to take action and responsibility for those who could not. I think, deep down, that's the essence of being a Jedi. A Jedi places himself where he can defend the greatest number of people from the greatest evil."

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"In a time when all choices are evil, choosing the least of all evils is a virtue."

"No, Master Skywalker, you know nothing of what I have been through in my life. I've been eyeball to eyeball with the dark side more than you will ever know. You stand back and see good and evil on a grand and cosmic scale, but I've been right down there, right at the point where light meets dark. I know that border intimately and while I've toed the terminator line, I've not strayed as much as a micron over it. I've been called out to a domestic disturbance and walked into an apartment where the woman of the house is lying there on the floor, in a pool of blood and vomit. Her nose has been pulverized. Her eyes have been blacked and are swollen shut. Her throat has bruises that show a hand and fingers, and fading bruises cover the rest of her body. Standing over her are two teary-eyed toddlers the age of your niece and nephew. And lying there, on the couch a room away, is her glitbiting husband, his fists still raw and bloody from the beating, his clothes splattered with her blood. His snores are enough to cover her sobs. I've seen that and had every fiber of my being wanting me to give that animal the rudest wake-up he's ever had. I've wanted to beat him so badly he'd look like a rancor's chew toy, but I didn't. I pulled back. I've walked into a warehouse and arrested a spicelord in his office. He opened a case and it had over a million credits in it. A millionmore money than I'll ever see in my lifetime. It was mine, he said, if I'd just take it and walk away. No one would ever know. But I'd know, and I didn't do it. My father died in my arms, his life leaking out of him. I had no good-bye. I had no chance to tell him I loved him. I had to hold him, feeling his life fade, hoping for a response, anything to let me know I'd not failed him, and I didn't get it. I went out and I found the bounty hunter scum that killed my father, and I arrested him. There wasn't a person in CorSec that would have whispered in protest if I'd shot him 'resisting arrest.' I could have marched Bossk into One CorSec Plaza, right there in the lobby, and blown his head off in front of hundreds of witnesses, and they'd have all said the prisoner was escaping and a threat to others. I could have killed him, I could have avenged my father, and I didn't. And when our Imp liaison officer let Bossk go, I didn't hunt either one down. I don't know if you think that makes me weak or just stupid. Maybe by not taking revenge I can't be the kind of Jedi you want, maybe by not having wallowed in the dark side and returning you can't be certain of me. I don't know, but don't tell me I don't know the dark side, that I don't know its temptations. I've been there, and I've walked away."

Corran Horn was a Force-sensitive Human male Corellian pilot who served as a Corellian Security Force investigator, a Rogue Squadron ace and New Republic hero, and later a Jedi Master of the New Jedi Order. Born to Nyche and Valin "Hal" Horn on Corellia, Horn lived his early life unaware that his grandfather was Nejaa Halcyon, a Jedi Master. He followed his father and adoptive grandfather into the Corellian Security Force, where he excelled. However, he came into conflict with his Imperial Intelligence liaison officer, Kirtan Loor, and eventually fled Corellia after the Battle of Endor in order to evade execution. Horn spent a year lying low on Garqi before saving several locals from the Empire and making the decision to join the New Republic.

This thread will be divided into the following categories:

  • Piloting Skill
  • Lightsaber
  • Combat Skill Accolades
  • Weapons Mastery and Technical Skill
  • Lightsaber and Combat Feats

Piloting Skill

Corran is an Ace pilot:

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An ace pilot is an extraordinary vehicle pilot:

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As an ace pilot, Corran is a veteran of countless engagements:

A veteran of countless engagements, the Ace pilot has proven [his] skill again and again by virtue of facing the enemy and surviving—and making sure the enemy did not.

Source: Star Wars Roleplaying Game Saga Edition Core Rulebook

As an ace pilot, Corran relies on finely honed instincts and years of pilot training to take out his enemies:

The ace pilot relies on finely honed instincts and years of pilot training to outmaneuver and destroy enemy starships.

Source: Star Wars Roleplaying Game Saga Edition Core Rulebook

Corran is an exceptional human pilot:

Corran Horn was also from Corellia. A former member of Corellian Security Force (CorSec), he was an exceptional human pilot, though his years of operating solo made it difficult for him to adjust to being part of a team.

Source: The Official Star Wars Fact File 14

Corran is a natural as a pilot, an investigator, and a sharpshooter which made him perfectly suited to a career in Corellian Security:

It was almost preordained that Corran would become a law enforcement official in Corellian Security (more usually known as CorSec). Both his grandfather, Rostek Horn, and his father, Hal Horn, were valued CorSec operatives, and Corra'ns natural skills as a pilot, an investigator and a sharpshooter meant that he was perfectly suited to that career. And if, like his father and grandfather before him, his luck was a little too good, his hunches a little too accurate, then his colleagues in CorSec wisely kept their mouths shut.

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The New Republic was impressed with his piloting skills and invited him to join Rogue Squadron:

When the New Republic, impressed by the flying skills that Corran had displayed in the escape from Garqi, invited him to apply to join the newly reformed Rogue Squadron, Corran found himself accepting before he even knew what he was saying.

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The Rebel Alliance was impressed with Corran's piloting skills and his even-handed attitude towards their cause. A few of the Rogue Squadron pilots had flown against him and knew they wanted him to join:

The Rebel Alliance was impressed not only by Corran Horn's piloting skills but also by his even-handed - for a CorSec officer - attitude toward the Rebellion. In fact, Rogue Squadron pilots operating undercover on Horn's home planet of Corellia had crossed paths with him on a number of occasions. They knew that they wanted him to join them.

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Corran is one of Rogue Squadron's best and brightest pilots:

Corran Horn has distinguished himself as one of the best and brightest of Rogue Squadron's elite fighting force.

Source: I, Jedi Publisher's Summary

One of Rogue Squadron’s best pilots, he was a third-generation Corellian Security (CorSec) officer.

Source: The Complete Star Wars Encyclopedia

By the time he made the cut and joined Rogue Squadron, he was promoted to lieutenant based on his simulator test scores. Horn became one of Wedge Antilles’s best pilots, taking on the hardest missions and surviving them.

Source: The Complete Star Wars Encyclopedia

Corran took part in some of the most celebrated, important, and dangerous battles that starfighters had ever engaged in:

During his many years as an X-wing pilot with Rogue Squadron, Corran Horn took part in some of the most celebrated, some of the most important and some of the most dangerous battles that starfighters had ever been engaged in.

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Rogue Squadron's pilots were among the greatest in the galaxy:

Rogue Squadron's pilots were amongst the greatest in the galaxy.

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Luke Skywalker needed Corran back in action with the Jedi due to his experience, needing him to teach the younger Jedi how to fight as a unit and survive:

"But, Corran, the time has come. The invasion is out of hand, and the Jedi need someone of your experience to help us prepare . . . to teach our young pilots how to fight as a unit and survive."

Source: The New Jedi Order - Star by Star

Luke Skywalker seems to consider Corran on or near the same level of piloting skill as Han Solo and Wedge Antilles:

He sighed. He was facing Corellians as brave, perhaps as skilled, as his friends Han, Wedge, and Corran, and he was obliged to purge them from the skies.

Source: Legacy of the Force - Betrayal

Lightsaber

Corran uses a dual-phase lightsaber, allowing him to extend the length of the blade with the press of a button and grant him an edge in a fight:

New Republic Jedi Corran Horn built a dual-phase lightsaber that alternates between a purple and a silver blade, depending upon its current length setting.

Source: The New Essential Guide to Weapons and Technology

Corran Horn's lightsaber has been modified so that it can adjust to a variable length, granting him a deceptive and highly effective tactic against unwary opponents. Lightsabers using this dual-phase focusing crystal arrangement are extremely rare and archaic.

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Corran's lightsaber is noted as being 133 centimeters in length:

I nodded and brandished the lightsaber. I punched the button under my thumb, giving birth to the silver blade 133 centimeters in length.

Source: I, Jedi

Corran's lightsaber can extend to 300 centimeters:

I rotated my right wrist, twisting the throttle control up, and whipped the lightsaber around in a slash aimed to slice the deadHutt switch in two. With the twist I turned the lightsaber's emerald out of the way and I brought the diamond into line with the Durindfire beam. This extended the blade from 133 centimeters to 300, narrowing it, but bringing the Hutt's hand easily into striking range.

Source: I, Jedi

Combat Skill Accolades

As a Jedi Knight and more specifically a Jedi Guardian, Corran has become one of the greatest swordfighters in the galaxy:

Through rigorous training and experience, you become one of the greatest swordfighters in the galaxy.

Source: Star Wars Roleplaying Game Saga Edition Core Rulebook

As a Jedi Guardian, Corran is a warrior of the Jedi Order and stresses physical training and battle prowess above all else:

Jedi guardians are the warriors of the Jedi Order, stressing physical training and battle prowess above all.

Source: Power of the Jedi Sourcebook

As a Jedi Guardian, Corran is a capable and savvy combatant:

By the time a Jedi guardian reaches Jedi Knight status, she is already a capable and savvy combatant, adept at protecting the galaxy from numerous threats.

Source: Power of the Jedi Sourcebook

In the early stages of his training at the Jedi Academy, Corran wasn't exactly Mara Jade Skywalker's equal with a lightsaber but wasn't allowed to spar with her because they were close enough to be able to seriously injure themselves and were thus only allowed to practice against training remotes and not each other:

Most courtiers in the Imperial Palace did not even realize that Mara was anything more than a pretty decoration. But Mara Jade trained in combat alongside the Imperial Royal Guard and was schooled in infiltration techniques by the Emperor's spymasters.

Source: The Dark Side Sourcebook

After lunch we would listen to more Jedi lore from the Holocron, then Mara and I would practice with the lightsaber. While I was not her equal with the shimmering blade, we would have been closely enough matched to seriously hurt each other, so Kam just pitted us against remotes.

Source: I, Jedi

For more info on how the Imperial Guards train, check out this thread here - link.

Luke considers Corran (called Keiran here because he was undercover) a gifted lightsaber duelist as of 12 ABY:

"Some of my students here—Keiran Halcyon and Kam Solusar in particular—are gifted lightsaber duelists, but neither has all that much experience yet."

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Info from the Young Jedi Knight Star Wars Miniatures implies that Jedi Knights from the New Republic era and on are a "much more capable fighter" than those of the previous era:

The Young Jedi Knight is a member of the New Republic faction, appearing for the first time in this set. Unlike the Jedi Guardian from Clone Strike and the Jedi Knight from Revenge of the Sith, the Jedi of this era have had to deal with literally decades of conflict as the New Republic fought back the last remnants of the Empire and then faced the brutal invasion of the Yuuzhan Vong. Thus, the Young Jedi Knight is in many ways a much more capable fighter than either of those two characters—more Hit Points, a better Defense, and a much better Attack bonus.

Source: Star Wars Miniatures Universe Preview 3

The Jedi were the only unknown element in the extensive Yuuzhan Vong planning and calculations before they invaded the galaxy. Due to their skill and being seen as formidable warriors, as well as their ability to use the Force to figure out a way to detect the Yuuzhan Vong even though the invaders are "immune" to it, the Yuuzhan Vong take it to the extreme and plan to remove the Jedi from the equation altogether:

The Jedi are the only unknown element in the Yuuzhan Vong's calculations. Not only are the Jedi formidable warriors, but they can somehow detect even a disguised Yuuzhan Vong. Because the invaders are immune to the Force, they "feel" different to Jedi who are trying to sense them (particularly with the Sense-based ability See Force; the Jedi have learned to look for people who do not appear in the Force). Comprehending the danger the Jedi represent prompts the Yuuzhan Vong to formulate a plan to remove the Jedi from the equation altogether.

Source: The New Jedi Order Sourcebook

Warmaster Tsavong Lah considers the Jedi to be the most powerful enemies to the Yuuzhan Vong:

"You do not speak for the gods! But soon, you will speak to them. Tell my master, Yun-Yammka, that more of your kind—more Jeedai, our most powerful enemies in this galaxy—will crawl into his presence. Give him that message when you meet him, Ambassador."

Source: The New Jedi Order - Balance Point

The Yuuzhan Vong consider the Jedi “formidable foes”:

Tsavong Lah knows differently, of course. His truce with the infidels is only a matter convenience to him. The Yuuzhan Vong realize that the greatest threats to their plans are the Jedi. Even though the Jedi behave in ways the Yuuzhan Vong can scarcely comprehend (striving to save lives rather than letting people die “honorable” deaths, for instance), they are still considered formidable foes.

Source: The New Jedi Order Sourcebook

The Jedi Knights are the “stiffest opposition” to the Yuuzhan Vong:

Throughout the galaxy, the invaders have systematically hunted down their stiffest opposition—the Jedi Knights—and killed or captured an alarming number of the guardians of peace and justice.

Source: The New Jedi Order Sourcebook

The Yuuzhan Vong have identified the Jedi Knights as their most dangerous foes within the Republic.

Source: The Essential Reader's Companion

Luke Skywalker knows Corran can handle himself as he was on the run from a pack of voxyn:

Almost as alarming, Corran Horn had been seen with his wife, Mirax, fleeing a pack of the creatures while resupplying on Corellia. No one had been able to contact them since.

[...]

Luke considered this, then nodded. "Good. I've been friends with Corran long enough to know he can take care of himself, but we'll all breathe easier if we don't have to worry about the academy students."

Source: The New Jedi Order - Star by Star

Corran is considered the "most august", or most venerable, for his defeat of Yuuzhan Vong commander Shedao Shai:

The warrior's eyes widened. "One-who-was-shaped!"

Then his eyes switched back to Corran, and he returned to Basic. "The Slayer of Shedao Shai! We expected Jeedai, but not the most august of them."

Source: The New Jedi Order - The Final Prophecy

Jacen Solo believes that Corran is more skilled then himself:

Sensing, then, that someone was watching him, he deactivated the blade in sudden self-consciousness. He sighed and sat down. He was a decent lightsaber master and sai acrobat, but nowhere near as skilled as Luke, Kyp, Mara, Corran—or Anakin.

Source: The New Jedi Order - The Unifying Force

Note: Although this might seem like a concession of skill, this is just Jacen's own musings, and the next immediate line states that his heart wasn't in the lightsaber practice he had just been performing.

As a Jedi Master, Corran is an opponent who cannot be underestimated and few mundane opponents can stand up to his skill:

Whether or not a Jedi Master is encountered in the company of his Padawan leaner, he is an opponent who cannot be underestimated. Though he might try to bring a conflict to a peaceful resolution, he is always able to bring forth his lightsaber, as well as his considerable knowledge of the Force, in order to pursue what the Order refers to as “aggressive negotiations.” Few mundane opponents can stand against the skill and ability of a Jedi Master.

Source: Threats of the Galaxy

One or two Jedi is equal to squadrons worth of elite soldiers:

"Among the scientists and support crew who have been studying Centerpoint Station for Corellia there are GA spies, of course. They would have a very hard time smuggling in squadrons of elite soldiers to damage or disable the facility. One or two infiltrators they could manage. And packing squadrons' worth of effectiveness into one or two people . . . "

"Means Jedi."

"Yes."

Source: Legacy of the Force - Betrayal

Weapons Mastery and Technical Skill

Corran, due to his time as a member of CorSec, was a soldier:

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As a soldier, Corran combines discipline with martial arts to become one of the best pure warriors in the galaxy:

Soldiers combine discipline with martial arts to become the best pure warriors in the galaxy.

Source: Star Wars Roleplaying Game Saga Edition Core Rulebook

As a soldier, Corran has the best all around fighting abilities:

Soldiers have the best all-around fighting abilities, and an individual soldier develops styles and techniques that set him apart from his peers.

Source: Star Wars Roleplaying Game Saga Edition Core Rulebook

Corran is proficient in blaster pistols, blaster rifles, heavy weapons, simple weapons, vibro weapons, and has expertise in lightsaber proficiency:

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Being proficient with Exotic Weapons would carry with it a degree of skill. While not directly stated to be a master here, solely proficient, I do think this accolade can apply to Corran to some extent because of his skill with exotic weapons:

‘Exotic Weapons Specialists are rare within the ranks of the Jedi Gaurdians, but they are respected for their mastery of difficult and esoteric disciplines.’

Source: The Jedi Path

Credit the Kyp Durron Respect Thread for this idea here.

Corran is a natural as a pilot, an investigator, and a sharpshooter which made him perfectly suited to a career in Corellian Security:

It was almost preordained that Corran would become a law enforcement official in Corellian Security (more usually known as CorSec). Both his grandfather, Rostek Horn, and his father, Hal Horn, were valued CorSec operatives, and Corra'ns natural skills as a pilot, an investigator and a sharpshooter meant that he was perfectly suited to that career. And if, like his father and grandfather before him, his luck was a little too good, his hunches a little too accurate, then his colleagues in CorSec wisely kept their mouths shut.

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Corran helped Kam Solusar develop the training program for self-defense at the Jedi Academy, starting off with basic hand-to-hand defensive techniques and practices and then helping to incorporate lightsaber combat into the fighting while Kam would be the primary instructor for lightsaber combat itself and teach the first generation of Luke Skywalker's students the tenants of the three rings of defense:

Standard lightsabers may be used for training if they are equipped with a control device that adjusts the blade's energy, but such weapons were not available to the first students at Luke Skywalker's Jedi academy on Yavin 4. Instead, students used padded wooden practice swords for combat exercises, and were instructed by Kam Solusar. One of Solusar's students was former Corellian Security officer Corran Horn, who also helped develop the training program and served as Kam's co-instructor for self-defense techniques.

Source: Jedi vs. Sith: The Essential Guide to the Force

Kam and I had come up with a plan for teaching some basic combat skills to the other recruits, and Master Skywalker approved our plans with a few slight modifications. We took the others through the standard procedures, walking them through drills at slow speeds, then working along faster and faster until their reflexes sharpened and responses to attacks came automatically. Into this whole mix Luke injected the Force, asking us to feel our opponents through the Force and monitor what was happening to them.

[...]

As Kam began to layer in lessons about fighting with a lightsaber, sensing my opponent became more important. My ability in that area began to grow, but I didn't trust it enough to abandon myself to it. Though we sparred with padded wooden practice swords, I treated every cut or slash as if it were from a true lightsaber. Very defensive, I relied upon the basics that Kam taught and found they stood me in good stead close to ninety percent of the time.

[...]

Kam's instruction can't be faulted at all in this regard because he taught us well the three rings of defense. The outermost ring consisted of four guard positions: upper right, upper left, lower right and lower left. The lightsaber's hilt would end up wide of the body, with the tip coming back toward the middle to pick up the grand sweeping blows that are very powerful, but also take longer to deliver.

The middle ring also involved four guard positions: high, low, left and right. Whereas in the outer ring the blade tended to be held at a diagonal, in the middle ring up and down were parallel to the ground at head and knee height, while left and right were perpendicular to it. The idea with the middle ring was to pick up quicker blows and stop them before they could intersect with the body. Luke also noted that the middle ring was effective against picking off blaster bolts.

The inner ring involved parries instead of blocks and was proof against lunging attacks. For this third line of defense, the lightsaber was kept in close, with the hilt covering the navel. By angling the blade's tip and picking up attacks on the lower third of the blade, attacks could be shunted aside, and a riposte to the opponent's chest or stomach became a very real possibility. The inner ring was the last line of defense, dangerous to be defending from, and dangerous to be attacking from.

Source: I, Jedi

Whether consciously or unconsciously, Corran exhibited knowledge of trakata, the act of switching off your lightsaber and turning it back on to throw your enemy off balance and get around their block. Corran first used this during a spar with Mara Jade Skywalker and then later to help him win his duel with Yuuzhan Vong Commander Shedao Shai:

In trakata, a Jedi can take advantage of one of the lightsaber's unique abilitiesthe ability to be rapidly switched off and on. In "Passing the Blade," a Jedi shuts down the saber to momentarily bypass an enemy's block, then immediately reactivates it for a killing strike. If two combatants have locked their sabers together, a trained Jedi may choose to deactivate his or her saber and throw the enemy off balance.

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Lightsaber and Combat Feats

Corran spars with Gantoris early on in his training at the Jedi Academy. Gantoris was the most advanced student at the time and after Corran was able to rid himself of the fake image he was trying to sell to the other students, the Force was able to flow more freely through him and he was able to sense Gantoris and what his moves would be easier than before, where Gantoris had just marked Corran's shin and thigh and was making a fool of the guy who was helping to train him. Near the end when both men were getting exhausted after ten minutes of continuous sparring, Corran managed to evade all of Gantoris's attacks for a minute straight:

I plucked the sword out of the air and stood. I started to smile and offer a challenge to Gantoris, but I realized that would just be helping to rebuild the illusion that choked off my access to the Force. I set myself and offered Gantoris a quick salute. "Whenever you want to start."

He approached cautiously, but as I watched him, bits and pieces of my visual perspective shifted. I saw a second and third image of him arise, with each of them moving to the right or to the left, with arms coming up or around and only when his true form rose up to match it would I know where his attack was coming from. I realized the images I was seeing were a sense of his thought processes, a reflection of strategies weighed and rejected. When he made a choice, I'd already seen it and could sidestep it with ease.

Over the next ten minutes we continued to spar. My reading of his intention was far from foolproof, and I had the bruises to prove it. I did notice a pattern: after four or five successful evasions I would become confident and even cocky, which is when the sense would fail me and I'd pay an agonizing price for my arrogance. By keeping myself calm and focused, by letting my senses project themselves beyond my mortal shell, I could feel Gantoris as well as see and hear and smell him. In the end I evaded him for a full minute with only the breeze from his blade hitting me.

Source: I, Jedi

Corran defeats Luke Skywalker in a spar, using his skills in hand-to-hand to grant him the upper edge. It's clear, however, that Luke's mind wasn't in the right place after Kyp Durron and Mara Jade had both left his Academy:

I lit my lightsaber, letting its snap-hiss fill the hangar. "Fair question to ask, if I'm leaving or not. You've got ample reason to ask it. No, I'm not going anywhere unless, of course, this fight goes badly for one or the other of us."

Luke's green blade sprang to life. "Let me see what you have learned."

I closed with him and arced a cut in toward his left shoulder. He came up and blocked it high left, picking it up in the outer ring of defense. I came down and around in a sweeping blow at his left leg, but he brought his lightsaber down and batted mine aside easily. The spark of light exploding from the contact of the two blades washed shadows across Luke's disinterested expression.

About what I expected. Shifting my lightsaber to my right hand, I closed quickly and snapped the blade down in an overhand cut. I picked up my speed on the cut, forcing Luke to block me in the middle ring. Continuing my forward movement, I pushed in with my right hand, then slid the lightsaber's hilt down. I hammered his breastbone with the lightsaber's hilt, then hooked my right leg behind Luke's right leg and dumped him to the ground.

I backed off as his blade's green light illuminated the surprise on his face. I let and edge drift into my voice. "If you aren't going to respect me, at least respect what Kam has taught me."

Luke slowly climbed back to his feet, but did so with his lightsaber always remaining between the two of us. I kept my blade angled across my body, with my hands held near my right hip and the blade's tip hovering near my left shoulder. I stamp-feinted with my right foot, as if I were beginning a charge, and Luke withdrew a half-step.

He's got to focus. I waited for him to set himself, then I came in on a circular approach that worked me toward his left. I slashed twice, crosswise, forehand and back, to keep him away from me, then drove straight toward him. I lunged with the blade. Luke's green lightsaber came around in a circular parry that carried my blade wide to my right.

His triumphant laugh died abruptly as my right foot kicked him in the gut. While he'd parried, I'd recovered from my lunge and kicked out straight into his midsection. He doubled over and fell back a couple of steps, his left hand rubbing his belly, but I gave him no chance to recover. I came on hard and fast, whipping my silver blade through an infinity loop, lashing out high and low.

Luke looked up at me and his eyes hardened.

Which is when I ran into a Force wall that bounced me back a couple of feet and set me on my heels. I tasted blood on my lips, but I knew it was really coming from my nose, which hurt. I didn't think it was broken, but bumping it up against anything solid is seldom a pleasant experience.

I wiped it off on the sleeve of my green tunic, but in the half-light both it and the blood looked black. "Nice trick."

A feral grin twisted Luke's mouth. He came forward, wordlessly, moving with a fluidity I'd not seen in him before. He aimed a slash at me that would have bisected me from right shoulder to left hip. I caught a momentary flash of surprise from him because he'd expected me to block it high right, but I let it come through the outer and middle rings of defense. With a quick parry, I slid it wide of my right shoulder, then I stepped forward and slammed my right shoulder into Luke's chin.

That stood him up, clicking his teeth sharply together. I drove a weak jab with my left hand into his ribs, then ducked a slash that should have trimmed my hair at roughly the level of my earlobes. Dropping into a crouch, I whipped my left leg out and scythed it through his legs, bashing his ankles together and again dropping him onto his back.

I whirled away and stood, looking down at him. "I would have thought you'd be better than this."

Source: I, Jedi

Corran, with the help of Luke Skywalker, quickly defeats five members of the Jensaarai, Force sensitive trained individuals akin to Jedi Knights:

I threw back the right side of my cloak and brought my lightsaber out. I thumbed it to life and wove the humming blade back and forth before them. "You don't want any part of this, trust me. Run now and I'll let you live."

One by one they likewise freed their gun arms. I set myself to pick off blaster fire, but none erupted, no angry whines filled the alley, no red bolts burned toward me. Instead, blue, yellow, red, orange and purple lightsaber blades sprang to life in their hands. Five of them, hissing in concert, like a krayt dragon hungry for the meal wrapped up in my clothes. They advanced, and I realized there really wasn't any way things could get much worse.

Then a sixth silhouette appeared at the mouth of the alley and a green lightsaber sprouted in his hands.

Great, now we have the whole rainbow represented. I lifted my left hand from my blade's hilt and waved him forward. "C'mon, pal, one more won't make any difference."

I wished I felt as brave as those words sounded.

The man at the alley mouth started forward. "No one need die here tonight."

I knew that voice! Luke!

And I recognized in his warning to those I faced a directive to me. I slid to the right and blocked a red slash low right, directing the red blade away and into the brick wall. Pivoting on my left foot, I snapped a sidekick into my foe's belly, driving her back. I discovered she wore an armored breastplate, which partially shielded her from the strength of my kick. The armor, however, didn't stop her from catching her heels on debris and going down, temporarily taking her out of the fight.

Luke engaged Yellow and Purple as I ducked beneath a blue slash and twisted to bring my left hand up. I caught my foe on his chin with the heel of my hand. The blow shifted the mask he wore up a couple of centimeters, temporarily blinding him. A quick punch to the throat choked him, then I grabbed him by the clasp of his cloak and flung him into the alley wall. His armor clicked hard against the bricks, then he dropped back all boneless and the deadman switch on his lightsaber shut it off.

I parried Orange's cut and caught his wrist in my left hand. I shifted my right hand up, then whipped it down and across. My lightsaber's heavy pommel caught Orange right behind the right ear, or where the right ear would have been on a human. As Orange dropped senseless to the ground, his hood slid back and I saw he was a Rodian.

Source: I, Jedi

Corran duels the Saarai-kaar, leader of the Jensaarai, and displays superiority to her throughout the duel. He is able to dodge her attacks, land multiple physical blows while only taking a small nick on his thigh, and only was about to lose the duel thanks to his lightsaber shorting out after hitting the Saarai-kaar's armor and having his feet pulled out from under him by the Saarai-kaar using a cloak to wrap up his feet after the two of them were disarmed:

Yet, all this, which I took in with a glance, faded to insignificance compared to the six creatures standing in the open central part of the floor. One, a woman wearing a grey cloak, with streaks of matching grey in her long brown hair, stood in the center. A mask hid her face, but unlike the others, it had not been fashioned after an animal, but instead showed a young woman, beautiful and smiling. The fire flashing in the blue eyes behind the mask, however, suggested the tall woman was anything but smiling underneath.

Arrayed behind her in an arc, five of the Jensaarai waited in their grey cloaks, their hoods up. The light flashing down from recessed glow panels above cast long shadows over their masks, but I caught details reptilian, insectoid and mammalian. The rightmost figure I had seen on the Invidious bridge with Tavira. The others, who were generally smaller, radiated little hints of anxiety.

The central figure raised her right arm and pointed a lightsaber toward me. The gold blade shot out, but stopped well shy of crossing the five meters that separated us. "Finally you have come. The Halcyon. To destroy us."

[...]

She let her cloak slip off, revealing her armored form. The armor, like the mask, had been styled after a beautiful woman and while alluring, was nonetheless deadly. She inclined her head toward me and struck a guard I found hauntingly familiar. She grasped the hilt daggerlike in her left hand, with her right hand riding on the pommel, pointing the blade toward the floor. "Now is the time."

[...]

She nodded at me. "Come, Halcyon, destroy or be destroyed, there is no alternative at this juncture in time."

I lit my lightsaber as she drove toward me and blocked her first sweeping blow low and to the right. I anticipated the wrist-twist that allowed her to rake her gold blade back across where I had been. I ducked beneath her cut, then slashed at her legs, but she danced above my blade. What she didn't expect was my remaining low, pivoting on my left hand. As she landed, I swept my legs through her legs, clicking her ankles together and toppling her.

I sprang up to press my attack, but she never hit the ground. She turned her fall into a languid backward somersault. The second she touched down, she drove at me again, feinting left and right. I backed away, moving to parry. When her blow finally came in on my left, I caught it on the forte of my blade and brought it up and over in a big circular parry. As I did so I slid forward so we stood shoulder to shoulder for a second. I cranked my left elbow up into her facemask, driving her back, then batted away a quick slash.

[...]

The Saarai-kaar came at me with cold fury, her blade held in the style of the Anzati who slew my grandfather. She aimed a cut across my middle that I danced back from, then she slashed it down toward my trailing leg. The gold blade sliced through my robe and roasted a layer or two of skin off the top of my right thigh, but did no serious damage. I pivoted on that foot and arced my left foot around to catch her in the flank, pitching her across the room to where she crashed against a duraplast chest full of coins.

She crawled a handful of them back in my direction and I realized a second too late what she was really doing. With a telekinetic push she accelerated them at me. I got my lightsaber up and deflected most of them, but two thudded against my chest and one skipped off my forehead, opening up a cut above my right eye.

"Enough of this." I opened myself fully to the Force and felt it flow through me. I came in at her, beat her blade aside and planted a front kick against her armored belly. She bounced back a step, but then slashed down and in at me as she quickly advanced. I parried her hard and to the right, then shifted my wrists and came up through a slash that should have cut right through her bracer and taken her left hand off.

I felt a jolt run through my lightsaber, numbing my hands as the blade flickered and died. She recoiled, clutching at her smoking armor, her own lightsaber going out as it fell from her hand.

Source: I, Jedi

Corran spars evenly with Kam Solusar and from the dialogue of the comic, Kam used the Force to "win" their match, suggesting Kam would have either great difficulty to win via skill or that he couldn't do so:

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Corran fights a Yuuzhan Vong in single combat after nearly fainting moments earlier from burning his arm with a lightsaber. Corran would trick the younger and not-as-experienced Vong warrior with his unique lightsaber, extending his blade and stabbing the warrior through the eye:

Corran raised his left hand and extended two fingers toward the Yuuzhan Vong. He forced himself to ignore the pain and composed his face in an expression that suggested facing two Yuuzhan Vong was slightly less inconvenient than getting his beard trimmed. He bent his wrist to motion them forward, inviting them down to meet him in single combat.

The lead Yuuzhan Vong let his amphistaff coil itself around his waist. He stepped to the side and waved his subordinate forward. The other Yuuzhan Vong, whom Corran thought of as the younger, bounced down several steps, then set himself in a pose of great martial grandeur. His amphistaff slithered down into his hand and stiffened itself.

[...]

Corran twirled his silver lightsaber blade around in a humming circle, then moved to interpose himself between the Yuuzhan Vong and Ganner's line of retreat. "I hope you two think this is a good day to die."

The younger Yuuzhan Vong slowly stalked down the steps and spun his amphistaff in his right hand. He held his left hand out toward Corran, with his gauntleted fingers splayed out. The Yuuzhan Vong moved with the casual grace of a predator. He took one step toward Corran's left, clearly as the first part of a gambit to make Corran circle around and present his back to the elder Yuuzhan Vong.

Corran countered by stepping to his left and bringing his left hand onto the hilt of the lightsaber. The blade's hilt had been constructed long ago from the throttle assembly of a speeder bike, so it had ample length to accommodate the second hand. Corran brought his hands down toward his waist and pointed the blade at the younger Yuuzhan Vong's throat.

The Yuuzhan Vong came in with a sweeping slash at Corran's left leg. Corran blocked the cut low. The tip of his lightsaber sliced through the shell floor with ease, leaving a blackened scar between the two of them. At least now I know Ganner can cut his way out of this place. Corran stepped back and aimed his lightsaber at the Yuuzhan Vong again.

The Yuuzhan Vong tried the same attack a second time. Corran parried a bit higher, then pivoted on his right foot. His left foot came around in a roundhouse kick that caught the Vong in the chest. The younger warrior fell back and went down, then rolled from beneath Corran's overhand strike. The blow left another scar in the shell, but by the time Corran had pulled his blade free, the Vong had gotten up again and set himself for an attack.

Corran squared off with him, presenting his left flank for attack. He held the lightsaber's hilt up near his right ear, with the blade pointing straight forward. He leveled it at the Vong's eyes, then gave the alien a nod. "You want me, come get me."

The Yuuzhan Vong took a step forward, and Corran cranked his wrist around. The throttle assembly twisted, swapping a diamond for an emerald in the lightsaber's interior assembly. The energy beam narrowed and went from silver to purple, then more than doubled in length. The blade's tip stabbed deep through the younger Vong's left eye socket.

The Yuuzhan Vong jerked and bounced as his limbs snapped straight. He fell back, slipping from the blade's tip, with smoke rising from his skull. He clattered to the shell floor, his limp limbs rebounding from the hard surface, then he twitched once and lay still.

Source; The New Jedi Order - Dark Tide I: Onslaught

Corran them immediately fights another, more experienced Yuuzhan Vong warrior after he defeated the one mentioned above. The fight is even throughout and near the end, Corran manages to nearly cut the Vong's left off after a desperate, last clash between the two of them:

The elder Yuuzhan Vong moved down the steps with a fluid gait that was not hurried. He did not waste the effort to twirl his amphistaff, but instead held it in two hands, high right, left left, ready to fend off any long-bladed strike at his eyes. The leathery joints on his armor creaked as he moved, slowly circling. Hungry eyes watched Corran and seemed to take note of the fluid dripping from his left wrist when the Jedi let the arm hang at his side.

The elder Yuuzhan Vong stopped and set himself. He pulled both hands up above his head. The amphistaff straightened itself into a spear, with its head flattening out into a thin blade. Corran crouched low, making himself a small target, with his lightsaber held in both hands. The sizzling silver beam splashed bright highlights over the Vong's armor.

They waited.

Corran could not sense the Yuuzhan Vong through the Force, and the magnificence of the Vong warrior challenged his physical senses as well. All the other activity outside the shell vanished as Corran focused on his enemy. Despite all their differences—their nature, their origins—the two of them were shaped in the same mold. The Yuuzhan Vong had killed people Corran claimed as his own, and vice versa. Both of them were trained warriors now facing a skilled foe. Only one of them would walk away at best.

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He wondered if the Yuuzhan Vong warrior was thinking the same thing, and then the Vong attacked. He slashed low and to the right. Corran parried, then lunged with his hissing blade. The Vong slipped to the right, trailing smoke from where the blade caught the armor over his right hip, then he slashed back with his amphistaff. The tip caught Corran on the right thigh, slicing through clothes and flesh, spraying blood up onto the walls.

Corran whirled, shunting the pain aside, then darted in and slashed twice at the Yuuzhan Vong's right flank. The Vong brought the amphistaff across in a vertical block and then, with a twist of his left wrist, powered the lightsaber blade up and around. Corran cocked his wrists, bringing the blade back so it almost touched the crown of his head, then lashed forward with it. The lightsaber sparked off the armor on the Vong's right shoulder.

The Yuuzhan Vong spun away from a cut at his neck, then continued the spin and slashed with a backhanded cut at Corran's knees. The Jedi leapt above it, then sliced down at the Vong's left elbow as it flashed past. The silver blade pierced the leathery joint and scored flesh, winning a hiss and a small black rivulet of blood from the Vong.

The two combatants backed off for a second, each eyeing the other. Corran could feel the warmth spreading from his leg. The Yuuzhan Vong's blood dripped down beneath the armor, forcing him to remove his gauntlet and dry his left hand against his chest. Each fighter nodded to the other, out of respect. And out of fear, just a hint of it.

They set themselves. The Yuuzhan Vong again raised his amphistaff above his head. Corran lowered the tip of his blade, letting it point at one of the Vong's knees. He drew in a deep breath, then shifted his shoulders. This is it.

War cries echoed within the chamber as each fighter sprinted across the floor at his foe. Corran ducked his head, letting the amphistaff flash past over his right shoulder. His lightsaber slipped into the space between the Yuuzhan Vong's knees, then Corran brought both hands up. The silver blade split the armored joint at the Vong's right hip. Corran sawed the blade forward and back once, lifting as he went, then spun away to the left.

Inexplicably his spin went out of control, and he crashed to the ground. He felt a moment of pain in his back, near his spine, then his legs went numb. His lightsaber skittered from his hand, scoring a small circle in the shell. Corran landed hard on his back, but avoided smashing his head into the ground.

Fear and urgency pounded him. He tried to sit up, but couldn't. Past his feet he saw the Yuuzhan Vong's amphistaff coiled near its master, hissing, flashing fangs, and he knew in an instant what had happened to him. He reached his right hand beneath his back and felt the torn cloth, the nasty bite mark. His hand came away slick with blood. Venom, too, I have no doubt. The numbness is spreading.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Dark Tide I: Onslaught

Corran spars with Mara Jade Skywalker to help him regain his stamina. He had previously been in bacta treatments in order to help him heal life-threatening injuries he sustained from fighting Yuuzhan Vong and being poisoned by their amphistaff's venom. The spar is meant to be a light fight that is geared not towards harming the other person but to force them to prevent harm from happening to them. Despite this, though, Corran used it to test out a new strategy he had in mind for dealing with the Yuuzhan Vong. Corran's lightsaber is unique because it can double its length and be used as a surprise attack for those who don't know this ability, however Corran decided to use that as a feint by turning off his lightsaber after it extended, causing Mara's attack that would have swatted his bade away to go through the air, which would have left her open once Corran reignited his lightsaber:

The hiss-crack of lightsaber smashing against lightsaber drowned out the sharp intake of Luke Skywalker's breath. He watched as the blow that had been struck drove Mara Jade Skywalker back and had her stumbling. Luke could feel the way the Force flowed around her and through her. Jagged, precipitous lines seemed to attack her, to trip her up. He reached out with a hand, ready to smooth sharp lines into gentle curves.

Yet even before he could do that, Mara used the physical momentum of her retreat. She rolled down onto her right hip, then came around slashing wide and level with her blue lightsaber. Her red hair shone with reflected highlights as it lashed from one shoulder to another. Her green eyes blazed with another sort of light, one that matched the feral snarl on her face, betraying no sense of weakness from her debilitating illness.

The foe leapt above the slash, though not as high or as gracefully as other Jedi might have. Corran Horn landed and shifted his silver lightsaber to his left hand and stabbed it toward the ground. It sparked as it caught Mara's return cut. Corran then pivoted on the ball of his left foot and snapped a side kick at Mara's head. She ducked back, rolling through a somersault, then came up on her feet.

Her blade came up in a guard high by her right ear. Corran faced her, his blade held in two hands and running from his belly toward a point beside his right instep. The light from their blades turned their sweat into an iridescent sheen visible on Mara's face and bare arms and on Corran's dripping torso.

Mara attacked and Corran parried. They exchanged blows, each retreating and attacking in turn. Luke marveled at the complexity of the Force flows around them. He had seen greater displays of the Force—years ago before I understood the Force's subtleties—and more fluid displays of swordsmanship, but the fight he witnessed here was altogether different. Mara and Corran, longtime friends, each sought to push the other to the limit, and relied on guile and skill and strength to do it. They shifted from defense to attack, and through a myriad modes of each. The object was not to do damage, but to force the other person to prevent damage.

What made it even more remarkable was that neither of them was in full, good health. Mara had been battling a disease that sapped her strength and defied Luke's best efforts to help her. He knew things could have been worse: of a hundred people diagnosed with the ailment, only she had survived. Her strength in the Force has sustained her, and in combat she lets the Force race through her.

Corran had only recently completed bacta therapy for life-threatening wounds he'd earned in a fight with the Yuuzhan Vong on Bimmiel. While the injuries had healed, including the long-term effects of a biotoxin, getting his conditioning back and regaining his combat edge was not easy. Luke could see Corran's chest heaving with the exercise and smiled. Neither of us is as young as we once were.

Mara clashed her blade against Corran's, driving him back. Corran's right ankle twisted, dumping him to the workout room floor. He rolled back through a somersault and came up on his right knee, with his left flank closer to Mara than his right. He held his lightsaber in toward his belly, then rotated his right hand. The weapon's internal assembly shifted, more than doubling the length of the lightsaber's blade and infusing it with a deep amethyst hue.

Mara laughed sharply and swung her blade at the slender purple energy rod opposing her. While Corran's weapon did give him reach on her, a simple beat attack would swing the bade wide, then she could dart forward and spit Corran with a lunge. The surprise of Corran's blade-lengthening tactic had worked on enemies before, but Luke knew Mara must have been expecting it and had long since worked out a strategy to deal with it.

She swung her blue blade to batter Corran's blade aside, but got no spark and no hiss from a collision of the blades. Her mighty swing spun her around, and as she completed the circle, the blue blade carved an infinity symbol in the air before her. She dropped back two steps, then thumbed her blade off and bowed in Corran's direction, before slumping to her knees with sweat pasting locks of hair to her cheeks.

Luke arched an eyebrow at Corran. "How long have you been waiting to use that tactic?"

Corran shut his blade off, then rotated the assembly back into its original position. He slid off his right ankle and onto his butt, then sat cross-legged on the floor. "The Vong got me thinking about it. We can't feel them through the Force, so we can't feel where they are. That makes them difficult to defend against."

Mara snorted. "Turning your blade off in the middle of a fight like that is a foolish thing to do."

"I know, but I could have just as easily switched blade lengths as you went to beat my blade aside. A stop thrust is very effective against an incoming enemy, if you know the enemy is incoming. I figured you'd have to press your attack. I doubled the blade, giving you a way to take my weapon out of play, then killed the blade as you went to knock it aside. Another touch of the thumb and you get spitted."

Source: The New Jedi Order - Dark Tide II: Ruin

Corran quickly defeats a Yuuzhan Vong warrior after kicking him back into a planter that forced him off balance and got him trapped with a tree, leaving him open for Corran to kill him:

Off to his right, Corran and his silver lightsaber entered the fight. He swept past and through two reptoids, spilling smoking bodies left and right, then met the Yuuzhan Vong leader on equal footing. The Jedi feinted high, then slashed low. The lightsaber's argent blade sparked off the vonduun crab armor covering the Yuuzhan Vong's shins, but did not penetrate to the flesh.

The warrior took a half step back, then scythed his staff around in a cut that came at Corran's left flank. The Jedi spun inside the arc of the cut and parried it wide with the blade held in his right hand. This left Corran standing with his back to the Yuuzhan Vong's front, just for a second. He continued his spin, pivoting now on his right foot, and brought his left foot up in a roundhouse kick that cracked his heel against the Yuuzhan Vong's face mask.

The Yuuzhan Vong staggered backwards and caught his legs against a planter. He fell back, off balance, and found his limbs trapped by the branches of a spindly ornamental fruit tree. Corran closed and slashed at him twice. The first cut traced a scar across the Yuuzhan Vong's armored belly, then the return stroke opened him from hip to hip.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Dark Tide II: Ruin

Corran defeats the Yuuzhan Vong commander Shedao Shai in single combat. The beginning of the match would see them perfectly matched to where Luke Skywalker believed the winner would be decided by a single mistake. Corran ended up being stabbed through the right side of his hip but still be able to put up a defense after he angered Shai until he was knocked down to his knees. Knowing Shai had given to his anger, however, Corran deactivated his lightsaber during a downward swing and threw off Shedao Shai's rhythm and focus for a brief moment, but was enough for Corran to slip his lightsaber inside of his guard and stab him stomach to throat, killing the Vong commander instantly:

Shedao Shai is a powerful Yuuzhan Vong warrior and commander of the battle fleet that assaults Garqi, Agamar, Dathomir, and Ithor. Lean and fierce, he is a frightening figure, deadly in combat and nigh invincible in battle. His body bears the marks of dozens of honors, a sign of the respect accorded him by his people.

Source: The New Jedi Order Sourcebook

The duel takes place a week later, with Luke Skywalker as Corran Horn's witness, and Deign Lian as Shedao Shai's. The fight is brief and violent—and though Corran is critically wounded, he makes use of a lightsaber trick he picked up from Mara Jade. As Shedao Shai lunges to deliver the deathblow, Corran Horn raises his lightsaber to block, then switches it off. Meeting no resistance to his attack, Shedao Shai falls temporarily off balance—just long enough for Corran to press his lightsaber hilt to the Yuuzhan Vong's abdomen and switch it on. Shedao Shai dies instantly.

Source: The New Jedi Order Sourcebook

Horn eventually confronted Shedao Shai, and they agreed to a duel: Corran fighting for Ithor, and Shedao Shai for the remains of Mongei Shai. Horn barely managed to defeat the commander, but that left Deign Lian in command of the alien fleet.

Source: The Complete Star Wars Encyclopedia

Shedao Shai shrugged his robe off. Though the Yuuzhan Vong warrior was cadaverously slender, Luke could tell that did not translate into weakness. The warrior plucked the amphistaff from the ground, whirled it in a blurred circle, then snapped it to a stop against the back of his right arm, the hissing head at his wrist and the sharpened tail stabbing up into the blue sky. "You are the murderer of Neira Shai and Dranae Shai, my kinsmen."

Corran stood, slowly and deliberately. Luke could feel the Force gathering in him, swirling around him. "And you murdered my friend, Elegos A'Kla. It is not over the past we fight, but to win the future."

"You, perhaps." The Yuuzhan Vong drew himself up tall and straight, then bowed his head toward Corran. "I fight for the honor of the Yuuzhan Vong and Domain Shai."

The Corellian returned the nod. "So much risk for such a paltry gain."

Amphistaff spun and lightsaber rose. A slash blocked high, a low cut burning grass but not leaping legs. Combatants slipping past each other, turning, striking, blocking. The amphistaff's hiss rivaling that of the lightsaber. Weapons flashing forward, retreating, then riposting.

Luke felt the Force wreathing Corran. It strengthened him and quickened him, but could not predict for him what his enemy would do. The amphistaff cut and stabbed, always missing Corran by centimeters, or being parried aside. The Yuuzhan Vong managed to whirl his amphistaff around in time to parry Corran's lunges, or to bat away slashes. They seemed, the two of them, to be perfectly matched. Defeat will come from a single mistake.

The argent lightsaber whirled in a grand arc, then sliced in at Shedao Shai. The Yuuzhan Vong warrior moved to block the cut, but Corran dipped the blade beneath the staff. He whipped his lightsaber up in a stroke that should have split the Yuuzhan Vong from groin to throat, but Shedao Shai danced back, leaving only the smoking tails of his loincloth fluttering to the ground in his wake.

Corran closed and lunged at Shedao Shai's upper chest. With two hands on the amphistaff, the Yuuzhan Vong parried the argent blade high, then ducked his head and whirled around in a circle. The amphistaff snapped straight against Shedao Shai's right forearm, then he lunged.

Pain exploded from the Jedi as the amphistaff's tail stabbed deep into his guts. The tip tented the back of the robe over Corran's right hip, then the Yuuzhan Vong yanked the amphistaff free, spinning the Jedi to the ground. Corran curled around the holes in his right flank, drawing his knees up. His lightsaber lay smoking on the grass.

Luke wanted to reach out, to help quell Corran's pain, but he held himself back. The Jedi Master drew some small comfort from the fact that the strike had not severed Corran's spine. Could have gotten arteries, and his guts are holed, but he could survive this, if Shai gives him a chance.

Shedao Shai drew back several steps, then tugged off his mask and tossed it aside. He raised the gore-streaked amphistaff to his lips and harvested incarnadine fluid with his tongue. His lips closed for a moment, his eyes following, then he nodded.

"I vowed I would taste your blood as you die, and now I have done that."

Corran coughed once, pain flaring through the Force, then rolled up to his knees. "Good for you, pal, glad you're happy." He winced as he scooped up his lightsaber and staggered to his feet. "Had I been in your boots, I would have vowed something else."

"Oh?" The Yuuzhan Vong's eyes opened a slit. "And what would that have been?"

"I've have vowed to taste my blood after I was dead." All sense of pain vanished from the Jedi as the Force again enshrouded him. Corran waved the invader forward with his bloody left hand. "So, is this inability to make a clean kill a Vong thing, or just a Domain Shai thing? You're so sloppy those bones won't want to come home with you."

Shedao Shai's eyes snapped open. Though Luke could not read him through the Force, the fury and hatred coursing through the Yuuzhan Vong was unmistakable. The warrior darted forward, bringing the amphistaff up and around in a two-handed overhead blow. He smashed it down on Corran's upraised lightsaber, driving the Jedi back a step.

Again and again he rained blows down with bone-jarring impact. Corran retreated, giving up a step or two with each attack. As Sheado Shai's fury built, so did his strength, forcing Corran to raise his left hand from the hole in his side to the hilt of his lightsaber. Another blow battered the silver blade, and another, buckling Corran's legs, dropping him to his knees.

Shedao Shai towered over him, rising up on his tiptoes to deliver that final blow. The amphistaff rose and crashed down, set to bash the lightsaber back into its wielder, slaying an infidel with the blasphemous weapon he embraced.

With a flick of his thumb, Corran killed the blade and sagged forward.

Overbalanced because his weapon met no resistance, Shedao Shai buried his amphistaff deep in the ground and stumbled a half-step forward. The surprise registering on his face widened his eyes, then his lips peeled back in a feral grin as Corran pressed his lightsaber against the Yuuzhan Vong's stomach. The lightsaber hissed. Argent light poured from Shedao Shai's mouth a second before he vomited black blood and collapsed to the ground, his spine severed, his belly smoking.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Dark Tide II: Ruin

Corran defeats a Yuuzhan Vong warrior in a vacuum while wearing a vac suit, obviously having his movements slowed:

The other warrior was battling Corran, while Tahiri tried to work the lock.

Corran's dual-phase weapon moved in tightly controlled arcs, always where it needed to be. That fight was nearing its end, too. Corran had stripped a long patch of cloaker from his enemy's arm. It was already healing, but vonduun and frostbite had done their damage; the arm hung uselessly. Corran parried a flurry of increasingly wilder and more desperate attacks. Taking the last in a parry that pushed his opponent's staff high above their heads, he then turned his point down and drove it into the warrior's exposed armpit. The blade sank deep, but the warrior still brought his weapon down, cracking solidly against Corran's head. Both men fell away, Corran with his hands to his helmet, the Yuuzhan Vong writhing in death throes.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Edge of Victory II: Rebirth

Corran and Tahiri Veila fight Yuuzhan Vong warriors off-screen, but fight enough of them to be cut up from deeply. They then fight and kill seven more warriors after arriving inside of Nen Yim's room:

The ship was as she had seen it the day before, shimmering gently, waiting for her. Excitement grew in her. She was stepping forward, touching it with her master's hand, when several figures burst through the doorway into the room.

Two humans, and, by their whipping, burning unlife brands, certainly Jedi. They were engaged with eight warriors. Both of the humans already bore several bloody gashes, but as she watched, two more Yuuzhan Vong warriors fell from sizzling, cauterized wounds.

One of the remaining guards turned to face her.

"Master Yim, flee. There is danger here."

She knew him—Bhasu Ruuq, quiet for a warrior. She thought she'd caught him giving her admiring glances before.

"My apologies," she said. She extended her master's hand, and a long, whiplike sting no thicker than a straw snaked out and impaled him through the eye. He died without a sound. She curled her hand, and the sting wrapped around the neck of another warrior and bit through the arteries of his neck. She released it, recalled it, and shot it back out to kill a third.

The Jedi cut down the last of their stunned opponents and stood panting over corpses, staring at her.

Source: The New Jedi Order - The Final Prophecy

Corran, Luke Skywalker, Jacen Solo, and Saba Sebatyne kill a group of Yuuzhan Vong warriors on Zonoma Sekot. The warriors were originally thirty strong but had their numbers dwindled by the Jade Shadow firing at the circle that trapped Corran and Tahiri Veila. After the initial firing, the four Jedi engage the warriors off-screen while the book focuses on Tahiri trying to catch up to and kill Nom Anor. After she fails and falls off of the ship he was escaping in, we see Corran and the other Jedi appear to have killed the remaining Yuuzhan Vong warriors:

"Right," Corran said. "And that's your first lesson for the day—don't hang on to your illusions."

"I was hoping more for a crash course in 'how to kick butt when you're outnumbered thirty to two.'"

"Well, if you're going to be picky about what I teach . . ."

"Quickly!" Nom Anor shouted, from near the ship. "There is little time."

The circle contracted more rapidly. The ground trembled again, and pain pulsed through the Force. Pain and something else—something familiar.

She hadn't had time to sort it out when a track of green laserfire ran through the warriors on their right flank, then their left, and suddenly a gleaming spacecraft came into view. It dropped to hover a few meters off the ground.

"Jade Shadow!" Corran whooped. "It's Mara and Luke!"

Even as he said it, the landing ramp dropped down, and Luke Skywalker and Jacen Solo leapt out, followed by the hulking reptilian figure of Saba Sebatyne. Three new lightsabers flared to life. Then the Shadow leapt back up, turned, and began raining fire on the Yuuzhan Vong craft.

The remaining warriors shook off their stupor and charged, but Tahiri ignored them, tearing through one of the gaps cut by the Shadow. Nom Anor wasn't watching her—instead he was dodging laserfire, trying to reach the landing ramp of the Yuuzhan Vong ship. He made it there only a few meters ahead of her, but as soon as he was on it, it began to retract.

With a war cry, she hurled herself through the air, landing on the ramp, sweeping her lightsaber toward the executor's head.

Nom Anor ducked at the last instant and her lightsaber cut into the coral hull. He scrambled away from her, and she started to follow, but the ship suddenly bounded up from the ground, twisting as it went. Tahiri lost her footing and fell. She grasped at the edge of the retracting ramp and missed, but caught the edge of a plasma cannon with her left hand. Furiously, she cut at the hull with her lightsaber. It resisted the blow, and her weight suddenly tripled as the ship went into drive. She lost her grip and went whirling back to the ground, landing so hard all of the wind went out of her. She lay there, trying to recover, watching helplessly as the yorik coral vessel bored up through the atmosphere with Jade Shadow in hot pursuit.

Another wrenching wave of pain from the planet lashed at her, and again the ground shifted. Wheezing, she forced herself to her feet.

Corran, Luke, and Jacen were trotting toward her. Saba was standing at the edge of the clearing, staring out at the towers. The Yuuzhan Vong warriors all appeared to be dead.

Source: The New Jedi Order - The Final Prophecy
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Jacen Solo is the eldest son of Han Solo and Leia Organa Solo and the twin to Jaina Solo. Some other bio info here to fill in the blank.

At this point, this thread will just cover the one topic, the second half from the previous part:

  • Lightsaber and Combat Feats

Lightsaber and Combat Feats

Jacen and the members of the Myrkr strike team are now close to the voxyn queen and had to get through a grashal, a type of Yuuzhan Vong organic building, and its thorn hedge defense. The Jedi would fight their way through the grashal, dealing with deadly thorns and an overwhelming amount of Yuuzhan Vong warriors before Anakin Solo would have a moment of Oneness and sacrifice himself to destroy the genetic material for the voxyn that Nom Anor was trying to smuggle away:

Spurred into action, the strike team readied their weapons and opened their emotions. Despite the lingering outrage—and some feelings of blame—over the Dark Jedi's betrayal, the battle meld felt the tightest it had been since the detention warrens. Anakin knelt a few meters from the passage mouth and took aim at one of the dark shapes visible through the thorn hedge. When he felt the others also find their targets—two to each guard—he fired.

Eight streaks of color fanned down the dusty slope and tore through the hedge into the four dark shapes beyond. None of the bolts missed. No Jedi would bungle such an important attack, not with the Force to guide his aim. But only two shots burned through. Six ricocheted off the guards' vonduun crab armor, blasting dust columns into the air or burning pits into the grashal wall.

The surviving guards dropped and crawled for cover. Half the strike team was already rushing down the slope, firing as they ran, their T-21 repeating blasters keeping the Yuuzhan Vong pinned and clearing the hedge for the more powerful weapons behind.

Anakin and Jaina fired again. Prone to deflection and straying at that distance, their power blasters could only flush the guards. One warrior fell to Alema's longblaster. The other was staggered by Tesar's minicannon, then finished by the T-21s as they reached effective range. Now the second wave was up and running. Despite the strength Tesar was sharing, Anakin could not keep pace. Tahiri, Jaina, and Tesar dropped back to stay with him.

"Go! I'll catch up."

"When Jawas swim!" Tahiri shot back.

"Anakin, you're in no condition," Jaina said. "Go back to the equipment pit and locate Lowie. Maybe if you find a safe place to hole up and go into a healing trance—"

"Too late for that," Anakin said. "I'm seeing this through."

"Even if it means putting others at risk?" Jaina demanded. "If you're slow, you're a danger to us all. At least try a trance."

Things had gone too far for a trance, Anakin knew. He was thirsty enough to drink sweat, and his abdomen was hard with trapped blood, and the effort of finding a place safe enough to enter a trance would probably kill him anyway. But the thought that he might be endangering others did give him pause. It was one thing to face the inevitable, quite another to take others along. He sought guidance from the Force, opening himself to its tide, trying to sense where it was carrying him.

The sound of the ruffling voxyn scales rose to mind. He felt again the awe he had experienced in the arena, when he realized it had been Yuuzhan Vong patricians who fought there. The Force had spoken to him then.

"I'm going," he said.

Jaina clenched her jaw, then looked away. "I thought so."

The first wave reached the hedge and ducked through the burn holes. Stalks began to strike like snakes. Half a dozen lightsabers snapped to life and hacked the brambles away, then the Jedi stumbled out the other side ripping thorn tangles from around their throats and legs. The hedge struck again as the second wave crossed. The first wave left them to their own devices and continued on toward the grashal. Speed was crucial. During their reconnaissance, Anakin had sensed a company of Yuuzhan Vong lurking a few hundred meters beyond the cloning lab, presumably where the strike team had been expected to leave the voxyn warrens.

By the time Anakin and his three companions penetrated the hedge, the first wave had already cut through the grashal wall. Tenel Ka, Zekk, and Alema pressed themselves against the block and rode along as Ganner used the Force to shove the monolith inside.

A burring cloud of bugs came boiling out. The Jedi huddled down in their armored jumpsuits, their blades tracing crackling color fans as they batted insects from the air. A grenade explosion rocked the grashal, then another and another, and the bug storm withered to a trickle.

"Clear!" Zekk yelled.

Ganner and Jacen ducked inside. Jaina hefted her power blaster to follow, but then everyone's comlinks popped and hissed static. There came a ripple in the Force, maybe strong enough to be Raynar's death. Anakin looked to the ceiling, saw nothing through the patching membranes but Myrkr's green glow. He would never know.

"They'll pay." Jaina tore her eyes from the ceiling. "They will pay."

"Then so will we," Anakin said. Jaina's eyes were sunken with fatigue and her mouth was drooping with sorrow, and she looked more frail and troubled than Anakin had ever seen her. "We're here to destroy the queen, not take revenge."

"Right." Jaina stepped through the opening. "Revenge comes later."

Anakin left Tahiri and Tekli at the breach with Alema's longblaster and followed his sister into the grashal. It was like stepping into a Yavin 4 nightstorm, a dark fog hanging overhead, glow lichen up there somewhere casting sallow halos, blaster bolts and lightsabers flashing like colored lightning—and the humid air muffling the scream and roar of combat, making all that death seem more distant than it was.

Anakin spun out from behind the door block and batted a razor bug from the air, found himself staring through a jungle of pulsing white vines, their corkscrew stalks rising out of planting bins filled with briny-smelling mud. The Yuuzhan Vong were ahead everywhere, their presence too dispersed and indistinct to tell him much. A pair of thud bugs sent him diving for cover. He exchanged his lightsaber for the power blaster and came up firing.

The first shots left him so light-dazzled he glimpsed only a dark shape on the opposite side of the bin, diving for cover. He spun around the end of the box, heard the snap-hiss of an igniting lightsaber, then Tesar Sebatyne's familiar hissing. The Yuuzhan Vong had thrown his last bug.

Anakin reached out with the Force and found the rest of the strike team taking heavy swarm, pinned down in the darkness. Easy enough to fix. He reached for his incendiary grenades, but felt Tesar already lifting three objects into the dark fog overhead.

A smug Yuuzhan Vong presence drew Anakin's attention to the next planting bin. Rolling from his hiding place, he saw a dark figure leaping across the aisle ahead, amphistaff poised to strike. He lifted his power blaster . . . and pitched forward as a razor bug sliced across his neck from behind, vibro-sharp mandibles gliding off his jumpsuit's armored lining. The insect banked and came back, pincers stretching for his face. Anakin pivoted and took a cheek slash, fired at his original target.

The bolt caught the Yuuzhan Vong in a shoulder seam and spun him around. An arm flew off trailing the smell of scorched flesh, but the warrior did not even scream. He just pirouetted and, now swinging one-armed, brought his amphistaff down.

Anakin's razor bug came around again, this time slashing for the throat, and he had to turn away. Behind him, Tesar's lightsaber snapped to life and sputtered harshly. Anakin blocked with the body of the power blaster, then took a pair of thud bugs in the flank and slammed to the floor. He heard the dull thump of an amphistaff hitting a thick reptilian skull, and the flow of strength trailed off as the Barabel plummeted into insensibility.

Anakin did not consciously fire his power blaster. He was too busy reaching up into the darkness, searching for falling grenades. How many seconds left? The power blaster just flashed, and Tesar's attacker crashed to the floor.

Anakin found what he was looking for and pushed. A ripple of danger sense made him roll away as the razor bug crashed to the floor where his head had been. He hammered the thing dead, then heard the telltale crackle of the grenade detonations. Hoping he would still be there when the sound fell silent, he closed his eyes and reached out to find his attacker through the lambent crystal.

Not easy—too many Yuuzhan Vong in too many places—but he felt something off to his left. He spun and fired.

The depletion alarm sounded, just loud enough to be heard over the crackling flames above. The Yuuzhan Vong presence was closer now, eager. Flinging the useless blaster aside, he plucked his lightsaber from his belt and thumbed it to life, brought it into a cross-body guard—caught an amphistaff descending toward his head. Eyes still squeezed shut against the brilliant glare above, he swung his legs around and scissored his attacker's knees. The contest ended in a quick lightsaber thrust.

The flames crackled out. Anakin opened his eyes and saw yellow glow lichen shining bright, the last wisps of vapor cloud evaporating into the hot air. He lay there for a long time, taking stock of his condition, trying to fight off his anguish. It took five full breaths to establish that the pain was caused only by his old wound, ten heartbeats more to bring it under control.

Gradually, Anakin grew aware of the battle meld again, of the strike team's mounting elation. Pushing his agony aside, calling on the Force, he lifted himself to his feet. The Jedi were advancing on the left side of the grashal, driving back the last handful of shapers and guards, slashing nutrient vines and cloning pods as they went. Through the pulsing tangle of stalks, he could not see what they were hunting—but he could feel it, over by the grashal wall, trapped a little below floor level, unsettled, wild, ferocious. Afraid.

Behind Anakin, the longblaster boomed. He felt panic from Tahiri and turned to find her rushing into the grashal. A ball of fire followed her through the breach and exploded into the monolith standing there, and Tahiri went flying.

Anakin rushed to help, but she was up before he took two steps. "Magma spitters! We're cut off."

Anakin did not bother to look. "Tekli?"

Tahiri pointed behind him, where the Chadra-Fan was sprinkling stinksalts on Tesar's forked tongue. The Barabel was smiling, but not waking.

"Take him . . . and go." Every word filled Anakin's belly with fire. He pointed toward the others. "You may need to cut a way out."

"'You'?" Tahiri said. "I'm not going—"

"Do it!" Anakin snapped. When Tahiri's face fell, he spoke more gently. "You need . . . to help Tekli. I'll be along."

"Yes, Tahiri," Tekli said. She cast a knowing glance at Anakin, then kneeled astride the Barabel and began to slap him. "Tesar is not responding. I cannot move him and work on him both."

Tahiri looked doubtful, but could hardly refuse to help. Blinking back a tear, she stretched up to kiss Anakin on the lips—then caught herself and shook her head. "No—for that, you have to come back."

Anakin gave her his best lopsided smile. "Soon, then."

"Soon," Tahiri repeated. "May the Force be with you."

This second part, she added so quietly that Anakin did not think she meant him to hear it. All too aware of the growing weakness in his legs, he went to the makeshift doorway and peered around the edge. An artillery squad had set up beyond the thorn hedge, their four magma spitters trained on the opening. No one was attempting to move closer, which meant the main force would be attacking from the other side. Anakin turned toward the primary entrance and focused on what he felt through the lambent crystal. It did not surprise him at all to sense a heavy Yuuzhan Vong presence streaming in from the ambush site.

He set off at a painfully slow run. Twice, he dropped to a knee when his legs buckled—once while trading blows with a glassy-eyed Yuuzhan Vong who had no more business in hand-to-hand combat than he did. He won that fight by slashing open a planting bin, then levitating himself while the nutrient mud spilled out and swept his foe off balance. The next combat he nearly did not survive at all, catching an amphistaff butt in his wound and popping the external stitches. His life was saved only when he used the Force to bounce his blaster off the warrior's tattooed brow.

As he retrieved his weapon and rose, Anakin vomited blood. Even before he was finished, he was using the Force to lift himself to his feet, willing himself to run. He had to beat the enemy assault force to the door. At last, he cleared the planting bins and spied the door membrane twenty meters to his left, as wide as an X-wing was long and twice as high. The far corner of the membrane rose slightly. Anakin ducked back into the planting beds, free hand already pulling a thermal detonator from his harness.

When Anakin saw the figure who stepped through, he nearly dropped the detonator. The newcomer's back was turned, but he wore a tattered jumpsuit and stood a head taller than most humans. He set off for the voxyn pen at a sprint.

"Lowie?" Anakin called, using the Force to make his weak voice carry.

He reached out, but felt only the same hazy Yuuzhan Vong presence as before. The newcomer turned, revealing the profile of a sandy-haired human, and raised an old E-11 blaster rifle.

Anakin was already behind a planting bin, activating his com-link. "Impostor!" he warned. "Trying for pens."

The blasterfire crescendoed to a deafening roar, as did the Jedi frustration. The firing angles were impossible. A grenade detonated somewhere, and Jaina yelled for a charge.

The door membrane began to roll upward, revealing forty pairs of Yuuzhan Vong feet waiting to rush inside. Anakin opened himself to the Force completely, drawing it into himself through the power of his emotions—not through his anger or fear like a Dark Jedi, but through his love for his family and his fellow Jedi Knights, through his faith in the Jedi purpose and the promise of the future. The Force poured in from all sides, filling him with a swirling maelstrom of power and purpose, saturating him and devouring him. There was nothing to be frightened of, no reason to grieve. He could feel it flowing into him and himself flowing into it. Anakin was the Force, and the Force was Anakin.

Anakin rose. His body emitted a faint aura of light—the glow of his cells burning out—and the air crackled around him. His injuries no longer pained him. He was acutely aware of everything in the grashal—the musty smell of the droning thud bugs, the sultry heat rising from the planting bins, the huffing breath of his fellow Jedi, even the Yuuzhan Vong. Their presence was as distinct to him as that of his own companions, almost as though the Force had somehow expanded to include them.

Firing as he ran, Anakin raced along the rising door. Every bolt blasted a Yuuzhan Vong foot. Muffled roars reverberated through the membrane. Ahead of him, half a dozen warriors dropped and rolled into the grashal. He blasted these before they could rise, then reached the other end and stroked the tickle pad. The door lowered again.

"Hutt breath!" Jaina cursed over the comlink. "She's escaping."

Anakin could feel it, too. The voxyn was moving down and away. He activated his own comlink. "The impostor must have opened an escape tunnel." It no longer hurt to speak, but his aura had gone from faint to bright. His cells were burning like fire. "Jacen, you're in charge. Take everyone and go after her."

Jaina's surprise at not having her own name called carried through the Force like a shout across water, but she stifled any resentment she felt and said, "Can't get there, Little Brother."

"The path will clear."

Anakin slashed the membrane tickle pad and circled toward the empty voxyn pen. He could feel Yuuzhan Vong ahead, crouching behind the last row of planting bins, secure in the knowledge that help was coming. That changed a moment later, when Anakin began to pour blasterfire into their flank. His angle was poor for head shots and his bolts too weak to penetrate vonduun crab armor, but by the time the Yuuzhan Vong realized that, they were being overrun by Jedi.

[...]

The longblaster roared from the pen area, blowing a head-sized hole through one Yuuzhan Vong and a fist-sized hole through the one behind him. Anakin launched himself into a back flip and landed five meters away. His aura flickered wildly as his cells began to burn and burst. He hazarded a glance over his shoulder and saw Jaina peering over the pit wall, tears streaming down her cheeks, the longblaster propped against her shoulder. Jacen was beside her, likewise weeping, trying to pull her away.

Go! Anakin said through the Force. I can't hold.

The Yuuzhan Vong charged again, and Jaina fired. Another warrior fell, and the rest came. Anakin flipped another five meters back—then felt someone, a Yuuzhan Vong, creeping along the far wall of the grashal. He retreated until he could see the figure: the Jedi impostor, perhaps thirty meters distant, dragging a heavy cargo pod toward the strike team's makeshift opening.

The warriors arrived again, and Anakin had to defend himself. Purple blade ticking back and forth, blocking and parrying and slipping strike after strike, he faded two steps and saw an opening. He brought his feet up and planted his heels in the center Yuuzhan Vong's chest. His lightsaber flashed twice, cleaving the skulls of the adjacent warriors, then he kicked off, launching himself into a series of Force-assisted cartwheels.

Anakin continued far enough to see where the impostor had come from, a work area near the queen's pen. Dozens of tendrils lay stretched along a workbench, each ending in a small cloning pod, some open, some closed. It looked like a tissue transfer station.

That was what the impostor had, a cargo pod full of voxyn tissue, enough to clone a million. Anakin's aura flashed and dimmed, flashed again and dimmed more, his cells rupturing in chain reactions, the cycles coming faster and faster as less of him remained to contain the energy. He felt himself not exactly departing, but melting back into the Force. He pulled his last thermal detonator off his harness and thumbed the timer three clicks.

Go now.

"Anakin, I can't!" Jaina commed.

Anakin raised the detonator so his brother and sister could see. Thirty seconds. He released the trigger. Take her, Jacen. Kiss Tahiri for me.

With the charging warriors almost on him again, Anakin threw the detonator across the grashal. He wasn't conscious of using the Force to guide it, but he must have, because it hit the impostor in the head.

[...]

Nom Anor rushed for the detonator again. Anakin waited, waited until the executor was almost on it, then reached out with the Force one last time, rolling the sphere toward the cargo pod.

He did not hear the angry curse that followed, nor did he see Nom Anor fleeing at a dead run.

By then, Anakin was gone.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Star by Star

By this point, the strike team had destroyed one assault company and cut up two others:

Frigates of this size were known to carry only three assault companies, and by his count, they had already destroyed one and cut up the other two pretty badly.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Star by Star

Jacen engages and kills the queen voxyn. The queen hadn't been trained to hunt and kill Jedi but rather to prioritize her own survival, but this still proved challenging as Jacen had to deal with toxic fumes after losing his breath mask:

The voxyn pulled away fast, the shaper less so. Jacen reached out with the Force, this time to soothe the voxyn. Not a chance. With plasma balls bursting and lasers flashing just a few hundred meters away, the queen continued to run. He tried to call her hunting instincts into play. No good either. Where her clones were trained to stalk Jedi, she was trained only to preserve her own life. Jacen pulled one of two thermal detonators from his belt, thumbed the fuse to the first click, and used the Force to hurl it into her path.

The queen whirled away from the silver ball, found her handler in the way, and slapped him aside. Jacen saw an arm fly in one direction and the rest of the shaper tumble in another, then the voxyn was racing toward him, head rising to belch acid. He activated his lightsaber and charged to meet her.

She disgorged her acid at three paces. Jacen launched into an airborne round-off, and the brown spray shot past below. Then the detonator crackled behind him, and he found himself swinging at empty air. He landed lightly and sprang into a half twist that brought him around facing the same direction as before, and his heart rose into his throat. No voxyn, only the brilliant flash of the detonator shrinking in on itself. Blinded, Jacen brought his lightsaber around in a block-and-slash and reached out to locate his quarry.

She was off to the side, moving away slowly. He blinked the dazzle from his eyes and found her crawling out onto the basal-comb, angling away from the battle, angling away from Jacen, her body so broad she had to straddle the wall between the cells. He left his T-21 slung on his shoulder and started after her. He had only a handful of shots remaining, and the bolts would not penetrate her thick scales anyway.

[...]

"Check. You hurry." Jacen reached the basal-comb and had to slow. The walls between cells were a half meter wide, but so steeply crowned that running over them was like running on a board's edge. "Shuttle first."

"Us?" Zekk complained. "You do know the Yuuzhan Vong are chasing you?"

Jacen had no time to look. He was gaining on the queen. "Shuttle first," he repeated. "I have to finish here."

The voxyn stopped at the next cell convergence, where the walls met to form a sort of island, then whirled. Jacen leapt across the dovin basal and landed at her rear flank, tottering and activating his lightsaber. The voxyn screeched, but could not bring her head around far enough to assault Jacen. He danced forward and brought his blade down behind her forward leg.

Internal organs began to slip from the gap, leaking blood into the air and filling it with toxic fumes. Jacen slashed sideways, taking the second leg off at the joint, then thrust deep and brought the blade up. The voxyn pulled away, retreating onto the adjacent wall so she could turn on him. He leapt across to stay behind her—then heard a razor bug droning in his direction.

Jacen dropped into a squat and brought his weapon up to block, and the bug crackled out of existence. The voxyn continued to retreat until she could face him again. Jacen launched himself into a back flip and came down on the cramped convergence behind him, dared to glance away from the queen.

The stolen frigate was already sweeping across the basin toward the crashed shuttle, the forward ramp hanging open for quick boarding. Nom Anor and his warriors were within a hundred meters now, some staring up at the stolen frigate with gaping jaws, others still crawling toward Jacen, but all too distant to have thrown the razor bug.

A shiver of danger sense drew Jacen's attention in the opposite direction. He turned and saw a large Yuuzhan Vong flying at him across the cell.

"No, Jeedai!" The figure extended a single arm.

Jacen swept his lightsaber up and cut the fellow through at the waist and did not even recognize him as the shaper until an eight-fingered hand caught hold of his breath mask and nearly jerked him over. He lowered his head, and the breath mask came off. The Yuuzhan Vong's torso tumbled into the cell beside him, angry eyes glaring up, and barely touched the dovin basal before the creature reacted with its only defense. A tiny gravitic singularity sprang into existence, then the shaper's corpse collapsed in on itself and disappeared in a flash of dancing color.

The acrid smell of toxic blood reminded Jacen of the peril he faced without a breath mask. He looked up to find the queen staring at him from two meters away, eyes expressionless and black, the Force heavy with her grim resolve. The creature knew why he was here. She was not angry, not hateful—only determined to save herself. Jacen did not want to kill her—he had never wanted to kill any animal. Perhaps she sensed that in him.

Jacen's head started to spin. He had to finish this. Flicking his lightsaber to hold the creature's attention, he dropped his free hand toward his last thermal detonator. The queen came bounding. He pulled the detonator off his harness. She stretched forward to snap at his head, then surprised him with a claw to the shoulder.

The talons bit deep, launched him off his perch. The detonator flew, inactivated, from his hand, and the dovin basal appeared beneath him, rising fast. He whipped his legs over his head, flinging himself to the opposite side of the cell. Landing dizzy and off balance, Jacen continued in the same direction, this time flipping higher to buy more time.

He came down on his heels, vision closing, nostrils burning. He fell backward onto a convergence. His shoulder was throbbing already, but at least it still supported the weight of an arm.

A trio of coralskippers streaked past overhead, their noses pouring plasma balls toward the center of the basin. Coughing, fighting to stay conscious, Jacen sat up and saw the stolen frigate lumbering skyward beneath the bombardment.

[...]

Jacen activated his comlink, but was interrupted by a familiar burping sound. He rolled over his good shoulder and came unsteadily to his feet. A fan of brown mucus landed where he had been lying, then the voxyn began to advance. The acrid stench of her blood staggered him, made his lungs burn and his head spin, and nearly sent him tumbling down onto a dovin basal.

The queen reached the convergence and stopped. They were separated now by a sizzling pool of her acid. Jacen brought his lightsaber to middle guard, tip angled forward, his wounded arm hanging limp. Behind the voxyn, the hundred-meter bulk of a yorik coral corvette swept in and cut him off from the rest of the strike team. They were battling now, his friends and a whole flotilla of arriving Yuuzhan Vong.

A wave of nausea dropped Jacen to a knee. Eager to press the advantage, the voxyn gathered herself to spring.

A thermal detonator splashed into the pool of acid. The fuse had not been activated, but that was all Jacen saw before the silver casing sank into the sludge.

"Could that be important?" Vergere called. She was coming toward him, thin arms extended for balance. "I saw you drop it."

Jacen's jaw fell. "How did you—"

"No time."

Vergere pointed. The voxyn was scrambling along the edge of the convergence, fleeing the silver sphere. The detonator could never ignite without a properly set fuse, but what did the queen know about detonators? All spheres of shiny silver were spheres to be feared.

Jacen sprang feet-first, caught the queen dead center, heels driving high into her ribs, forcing her over the edge. She dug her claws deep into the yorik coral and saved herself. Jacen landed beside her, hard, and the breath left his burning lungs. The darkness began to rise inside him.

No, tried to rise. He stabbed his lightsaber into the yorik coral and began to cut it from beneath the queen's claws. Still intent on escaping the detonator, she released her front leg and reached for the adjacent wall, then her support began to crumble, and her front quarters slipped into the cell. She brought her tail around, the poisonous barb driving for Jacen's neck. He ducked behind his wounded shoulder, took the tip in an open gash, felt venom pulsing into his torn flesh. Hot. Stinging.

Too weak to kick, Jacen pushed with the Force. Another leg came free. The queen, also weakened by injury, slipped deeper. A foot grazed the dovin basal, then she was plummeting over the edge, collapsing in on herself, shrinking out of sight.

Jacen did not see the final flash of color. The barb tore free of his shoulder, and he was overwhelmed by dizziness, collapsing backward onto the convergence.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Star by Star

Sending the warriors to attack the shuttle has left the battle cruiser all but undefended. Jacen creates a diversion by attacking the voxyn queen single-handedly, allowing Vergere, Tenel Ka, and the other Jedi to capture the enemy cruiser. While the ship moves away to help Jaina and the Jedi at the downed shuttle, Vergere and Jacen remain behind to deal with the voxyn queen.

With Vergere's help, Jacen slays the voxyn queen—but the battle is long and terrible and leaves Jacen too weak to escape.

Source: The New Jedi Order Sourcebook

The voxyn queen is twice as large as an ordinary voxyn and despite not being trained to hunt and kill Jedi, she is still a "far more dangerous" opponent:

The voxyn created by the Yuuzhan Vong required a baseline template, one that could be used to clone an entire species. The template is a mature voxyn capable of asexual reproduction—albeit in a sense that the Yuuzhan Vong consider acceptable. This baseline creature, the voxyn queen, is a vicious, cunning monstrosity twice the size of an ordinary voxyn and far more dangerous.

The 4.6 meter-long voxyn queen possess the same dangerous tail poison as vornskrs, only more potent. She can spit poison and screech as her children can. As if her offensive capabilities were not enough, the voxyn queen is also particularly difficult to kill. Her fast healing ability allows her to recover quickly, and her extra vitality ensure that she stays at peak efficiency for a long time. Unlike her progeny, the voxyn queen is cunning enough to take advantage of her surroundings to overcome her opponents. The queen frequently practices hit-and-run tactics to weaken her targets, using the environment to conceal herself before striking.

Source: The New Jedi Order Sourcebook

During his time as a prisoner among the Yuuzhan Vong, Jacen had his connection to the Force severed by Vergere as part of his "training" and underwent a drastic change, being able to endure severe amounts of pain without letting it control or affect him. Towards the end of his time in the Nursery, Jacen coerced a group of 17 amphistaffs to aid him in his fight against the Yuuzhan Vong warriors in the area, and used his emphatic ability to use their senses as his own as a way to compensate for not having the Force to help him in combat. The fight starts with Jacen cutting an unarmored one in half and then ducking, dodging, and stabbing another one while dodging thud bugs and leading others back to their owners:

Jacen Solo sprints into battle.

As he runs, he makes an image in his mind. The amphistaff he carries matches itself to this image, coiling more than half its length around his forearm. An internal pulse from its linked chain of power glands generates an energy field that rigidifies its semicrystalline cell structure, locking it in that form: a meter of it extends from his right fist, tipped with a double-handspan blade. The same field that rigidifies the amphistaff extends a fractional millimeter beyond the blade, giving it an edge no thicker than an atomic diameter.

So it is that when one of the unarmed warriors springs to bar Jacen's path, hands wide to grapple, the blade passes with only a whisper of resistance through flesh and bone. One arm spirals lazily through the air, showering droplets of blood; one leg topples sideways, twitching in the grass. Jacen does not even break stride.

The remaining two unarmored warriors decide they should leave him to their better-equipped comrades.

Thud bugs hum through the air around him, but the eyespots of the amphistaffs wrapped Jacen's body are infrared—and motion-sensitive; he is able to integrate their emphatic reactions into a full-surround field of perception that is not dissimilar to the Force itself—and he has trained for years to avoid weapons that he can only barely perceive. The greensward blossoms with scarlet detonations as he dodges, dives and rolls, comes to his feet, and keeps running.

Dozens more thud bugs curve toward him, homing like concussion missiles as he sprints straight at the oncoming squads of heavily armed warriors. The nearest warrior thrusts his amphistaff at Jacen like a force pike. Jacen dives beneath its point, rolling forward on his shoulder, stabbing upward; his blade enters the warrior's body at the joining of pelvis and thigh. The pursuing thud bugs detonate massively, scattering warriors like toy soldiers swiped away by the invisible hand of a giant child as Jacen's momentum completes the roll, bringing him to one knee and driving the blade upward through the warrior's groin and entrails and chest.

Only energy fields like its own can withstand the amphistaff's edge; the shells of vonduun crabs are intricately structured crystal, reinforced by a field generated by power glands very similar to those of the amphistaff itself. But that field protects only the shell; beneath their shells, vonduun crabs are soft, and when Jacen's blade slices through the crab's field-nerve cable from the inside, the armor might as well be made of bantha butter.

A multiple blast bug detonation slaps the warrior forward, and Jacen's blade shears through spine and armor alike to burst from the warrior's back in a fountain of gore—and slices as well through the warrior's blast bug bandolier. As Jacen rolls backward with the concussion and kicks free of the shuddering corpse, he grabs the severed bandolier. An instant later, he is up again, running, staggering, stumbling, deafened and half stunned by the explosions. Behind him, the warrior squads scramble and regroup. Jacen ignores them.

All his attention, all his concentration, all his will, is focused on the blast bug bandolier in his hand.

The bandolier is bleeding from its severed ends; dying, its sole wish is to release its children—the blast bugs locked in its linked belt of hexagonal germination chambers—so that they might fulfill their explosive destiny. Jacen can keenly feel its desire. In the emotional language of his emphatic talent, he promises the ultimate satisfaction of this desire, if the bandolier will only wait for his signal.

Ahead, the remaining two squads draw themselves into a tight wedge, its point toward Jacen, its broad base covering the bacta-tank-sized tub that holds the shreeyam'tiz. As more blast bugs hum toward him from all directions, Jacen heaves the bandolier overhand like a proton grenade; it twists lazily, high through the stark noon.

With his emphatic talent, he projects a pulse-hammer thrill of anticipation teetering over the brink to fulfillment, a shuddering surge of adrenaline that would roughly translate as—

Now!

The bandolier flares into a starshell over the base of the wedge at the same time as the blast bugs targeted on Jacen arrive in a thundering swarm, striking him and the ground and the warriors nearby indiscriminately, concussion bursts battering them all helplessly this way and that, ending with Jacen finally blown off his feet into a high spinning arc through the air.

As the inside-out world wheels around him in a darkening blood-tinged whirl, Jacen has time to feel the agony from his slave seed-web suddenly ease and to push an exhausted emphatic invitation down through the slave seed. All right, my friend. Now it's your turn.

The blood-tinged darkness swallows him before he hits the ground.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Traitor

EDIT: The fight ends here and although the text only describes him engaging two warriors and later has Nom Anor point out that he only killed about two or three, the warriors were never Jacen's target. He had always wanted and ended up succeeding in killing the shreeyam'tiz, a creature brought into the Nursery that interrupted the dhuryams' connection to the slaves.

Jacen fights a group of Yuuzhan Vong warriors that were chasing and hunting him down on Yuuzhan'tar, down into the crater during a severe thunder and rain storm. He fights the first one off by using his new Vongsense to connect with the warrior and basically be able to know every move he would take after using this ability to make the warriors' amphistaffs useless against him. He fights the first warrior unarmed and knocks him out by using him as a human shield for a group of thud bugs thrown at him, and then the he kicks another Yuuzhan Vong warrior in the chest that described it as being hit by a speeder:

Now, all he felt was a fierce rise of predatory joy as a warrior raised his amphistaff and crept toward a small white-robed human shivering in a corner at the meeting of two broken walls, and only when a tall shadow loomed through the curtain of rain right in front of him did Jacen realize that the small white-robed human who was about to die was himself.

Lightning blasted overhead as he twisted, and the amphistaff blade only scored his ribs before stabbing deep into the duracrete of the wall at his back. In the ringing darkness that followed the flash he let the knapsack drop off his shoulders, catching one strap as it fell; while the warrior yanked his amphistaff free, Jacen swung the knapsack two-handed and slammed fifteen kilos of cans and equipment into the warrior's face. The warrior staggered backward and Jacen pounced, swinging again, landing solidly, buckling the warrior's knees.

Jacen spun the knapsack overhand to smash the warrior straight down to the ground, but the warrior lifted his blade to parry, slashing the knapsack in half, scattering protein bars and canned synthmilk, shearing the electrobinoculars neatly in half and stabbing into the electronic guts of the datapad—which exploded into blue-white sparks that lit up the rain and scaled the length of the amphistaff to scorch the warrior's hands.

The warrior hacked a glottal curse as his hands spasmed involuntarily. Smoking, the amphistaff fell limp to the ground between them. Jacen grimaced as pain bit his own hands, chewing its way up his arms—but it wasn't his pain.

This was pain from the warrior's burns.

When the warrior leapt to attack unarmed, Jacen met his attack effortlessly, pivoting slightly so that the warrior's spiked boot missed him by a centimeter. The warrior skidded, caught himself, then twisted and fired a lightning punch overhand toward Jacen's temple. Jacen tilted his head a fraction, and the punch only ruffled his hair.

"If you don't stop," Jacen said, "I'll have to hurt us."

The warrior snarled and swung his knotted fists. Jacen flicked the first punch aside; the second, he parried with an open palm as he stepped forward, swinging his own doubled arm, so that the warrior's knuckles slammed into the point of Jacen's oncoming elbow. The warrior howled as his knuckles shattered, and a blaze of alien pain ignited in Jacen's arm: splintered bones stabbing through third-degree electrical burns.

"I can do this all day." He could: the warrior might as well have been a part of Jacen's own body. He could no more fail to meet an attack than one of his hands would miss the other in the dark. He would feel every scrap of whatever pain he inflicted, but so what? It was only pain.

And the rest—

He let himself go, moving light and easy, counters to every attack as clear and obvious and predictable as a form he'd done a thousand times: like training with Jaina, when their Force talents and their twin bond had made them practically one person. More warriors sighted the fight—the dance—and thud bugs snapped through the air, and Jacen actually felt he should apologize as he gracefully faked the warrior off balance and then took his outstretched arm and spun him into their path. The thud bugs hit him like hammers. Vonduun crab armor saved his life, but transferred enough hydrostatic shock to snuff his consciousness like a switched-off glow rod.

Jacen felt that, too: an eyeflash of blackout that staggered him.

When his eyes cleared, three warriors had him boxed.

Knowing how they would attack wouldn't help; no one alive could move fast enough to dodge. The warriors slashed at him, amphistaffs lengthening with whipcrack speed. None of the blades even grazed him.

He had not moved.

To the nerve nodes that served as all three amphistaffs' primitive brains, Jacen suddenly appeared to be a—small, disturbingly misshapen, but still unmistakable—amphistaff polyp; uncounted millennia of natural selection had hardwired amphistaffs against cutting polyps.

Well, that worked okay, Jacen thought. But once they drop them and come after me barehanded, I'm cooked.

So he attacked.

He took three running steps for momentum toward the one on the left and sprang into the air. The warrior's instinctive reaction—to lift his amphistaff and spear Jacen through his guts—did him no good at all, because the amphistaff dropped limp between his hands and the warrior could only gape in astonishment as Jacen slammed both feet into his chest and flattened him as if he'd been hit by a speeder.

Jacen hit the ground running, and never looked back.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Traitor

NOTE: Jacen makes a run for it after kicking down the second Yuuzhan Vong warrior and is then rescued by Vergere, so the fight effectively ends here.

Jacen uses his lightsaber, a blaster, and two grenades to hold off several hundred Yuuzhan Vong warriors and a few voxyn with the aid of several tunnels and corridors to keep the enemy at bay. The area he was fighting was also in low gravity, so he had not only that to help but also the fact that he could bottleneck them with the tunnels and corridors while using his blaster to keep them at bay and lightsaber for defense. Once his blaster runs out of power he starts attacking the Yuuzhan Vong with Force Lightning powerful enough to knock them out before the area is decompressed and the alien warriors suffocate:

His expanded Vongsense filled the moon. The sheer number of enemy warriors was intimidating, but he still hoped that, with luck, his plan would succeed.

Unfortunately his equipment was sparse. He had just his lightsaber, plus the blaster pistol and the two grenades that were in the X-wing's survival kit. But he could fight with Yuuzhan Vong weapons if he needed to, and if he got the jump on some enemy warriors he could equip himself with their gear.

And then he felt the mental surge of a voxyn looking for him, and he pushed out with his Vongsense, tried to convince the voxyn not to see him. But he wasn't expert enough—there was a mental click of the voxyn locking on to him, and he heard a distant howl that echoed down the shaft, followed by a surge of glee and determination from hundreds of Yuuzhan Vong warriors, and he knew he was being hunted.

He reversed direction—there was no possibility now of catching the Yuuzhan Vong by surprise. It was time to find one of those narrow corridors he'd been thinking about.

Jacen found a right-angle bend in the corridor and decided to make a stand while he still had the options for retreat. He stationed himself behind a curve in the tunnel and ignited his lightsaber, then primed one of his two grenades and held it in his left hand. Objectively he considered the use of the Vongsense in combat—he could influence some of the enemy weapons, render them useless—but decided against it. There were simply too many enemy coming for him. He could convince a few of their amphistaffs to bite their owners or go limp, he could convince a few thud bugs to go off prematurely—but he couldn't influence them all.

The Force was better for this situation. He let his Vongsense ebb and called the Force to him.

He heard the enemy rush toward him, shouts and the rush of feet. A horde packed into the corridor, skimming along under the light gravity.

The ultrasonic screech of the voxyn caught Jacen by surprise and almost paralyzed him—he had forgotten how numbing and terrifying the sound was. He wrenched himself free of the shock and hurled the grenade around the corner, exposing his head just enough to use the Force to guide the grenade down the open mouth of the voxyn. The voxyn, in its turn, was spitting toxic sludge at Jacen, but Jacen used the Force to catch the acid stuff and flung it back in the direction of the enemy warriors.

What shocked him was the number of those same warriors. It was one thing to sense them coming; it was another to actually see them, and at close range. They seemed to go on forever down the tunnel. There were hundreds . . .

He ducked back around the corner as the grenade took off most of the voxyn's head. Jacen knew that even this was unlikely to kill the creature, so he drew his blaster pistol with his left hand and began firing around the corner again, at the voxyn and at any enemy warriors behind it.

The voxyn, blinded or mad with pain, thrashed in the corridor with amazing energy and incredible speed. Its flogging tail had already brought down a number of warriors, but as Jacen began firing, again exposing only his hand and head, the Yuuzhan Vong gave a shout and surged forward, right over the thrashing voxyn, some even shoving the creature ahead of them as they impaled themselves on its poisoned spikes. From the warriors' hands came a rain of thud bugs.

Jacen leapt back from the corner, parrying wildly with his lightsaber as the thud bugs soared toward him, either making the sharp turn or bouncing off a wall and then coming on. One bug hit him on the thigh and spun him around, and he used the Force to maintain the spin, his lightsaber a green blur as he batted the missiles away. He made a complete turn and then used the Force to hurl himself backward down the tunnel while he parried with his lightsaber and fired the pistol left-handed to discourage the Vong from rounding the corner.

He didn't discourage them. The first half dozen went down in a sprawl alongside the wounded voxyn, but then the rest came on, a long column of them, shouting their battle cry.

"Do-ro'ik vong pratte!"

From behind them somewhere came the cry of another voxyn.

Jacen fired round after round from the blaster, though he knew it would do no good. And somewhere in the Force, he felt Jaina's anguish.

[...]

Jacen had decided he might as well make his stand. The mineshafts branched and narrowed, branched and narrowed, and when the roof got less than two meters high he realized he was out of choices. When the tunnels were so small he could only crouch, then the voxyn would have too great an advantage.

He made a turn into a branching tunnel and readied his lightsaber and blaster. He'd save his last grenade for the next voxyn.

The enemy warriors hurled themselves down the tunnel and Jacen fired on them. Thud bugs and blorash jelly flew at him; he ducked some and cut at others. He was strangely calm.

This wasn't the first time he had made a mistake. And dying was nothing new, either.

It was the thought of Jaina that brought despair. He had failed to help her; and through the Force and their twin bond he felt her own hopelessness.

The Yuuzhan Vong kept coming, dozens of them lunging, charging, hurling thud bugs, spitting poison from the heads of their amphistaffs. Jacen's blaster was running out of charges. His lightsaber was a brilliant green blur as it parried and slashed. Pace by pace, he stepped back into the narrowing shaft.

Jacen felt rage building in him, a red fury that was his response to his own despair. The blaster hummed empty and he threw it at the warrior. And then he remembered the power he could call upon, the power fueled by the kind of despair and anger he felt now and had felt before, and he hurled it at the warrior, the brilliant emerald fire that lanced from his fingertips.

The Force lightning threw the first rank of Yuuzhan Vong back into their comrades, and in the confusion Jacen launched another blaze of fire. He hadn't killed them—the murderous form of lightning was a dark side weapon—but they wouldn't be waking for a long time.

"Young Jedi."

Jacen looked around, and somehow wasn't surprised to find Vergere standing there. "Hello," he said, and fired another sizzling blast at the Yuuzhan Vong.

Vergere looked up at him, her tilted eyes glittering and wise. "You're about to lose your air," she said.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Destiny's Way

EDIT: The fight ends here because Vergere had crashed an A-wing into the station Jacen was on, depressurizing the entire area and killing the rest of the Yuuzhan Vong warriors.

Jacen fights and defeats a Yuuzhan Vong warrior in a short manner of moves. He was part of a team intending to uncover Yuuzhan Vong agents in hiding in the Empire, and gathered a group of human traitors and three disguised Yuuzhan Vong in a room with the intention of "uncovering" the traitors. The plan was to allow them to surrender, but when the third disguised Yuuzhan Vong came into the room, he immediately attacked Jacen and forced the Jedi to defend himself, allowing him to defeat the large alien in a series of moves:

The tension within the room mounted as everyone waited uncomfortably for the last of the infiltrators to arrive. Nothing was said, but the body language of those around the table spoke volumes. Pellaeon estimated that perhaps eight of the eleven sympathizers had already figured out what was happening, with the remaining three probably just having the beginnings of suspicion in their gut. It showed in their furtive eye movements, their flushed expressions, and the way they squirmed uneasily in their seats. The only ones who didn't flinch or show any concern were the two disguised Yuuzhan Vong. What was going on in their minds was anybody's guess.

Finally, the door hissed open and the third Yuuzhan Vong walked in. An enormous man with shoulders as wide as a Wookie's, "Torvin Xyn" took in the scene instantly, his expression breaking into a snarl as soon as his eyes fell upon Jacen.

"Jeedai!" he hissed. "I can smell you!"

A number of those seated started to stand as Torvin Xyn's skin peeled away from his face, revealing the scarred and snarling visage of the Yuuzhan Vong beneath. The skin covering his chest and arms rippled, and suddenly there was an amphistaff in his hands.

Jacen took a step back toward the podium. "There is no need for this," he said. "Nobody need be harmed!"

But even as he spoke, the Yuuzhan Vong let loose an unintelligible roar and launched himself at Jacen. Almost inaudible beneath the alien's deafening war cry was the distinctive snap-hiss of Jacen's green-bladed lightsaber extending. He brought it up between them in a bright blur, sweeping in an arc to deflect the intended blow to his neck from the amphistaff. Then, shifting his weight back onto his right leg, he moved to one side, just enough to miss the charge of the giant alien. The Yuuzhan Vong swept his amphistaff down and around to cut at Jacen's legs as he passed but the Jedi Knight was already off the ground by that point, kicking outward with his left leg to knock the alien off balance. Amphistaff and lightsaber clashed again as the two other spies burst out of their disguises and joined the fray. Realizing they had been discovered, the human sympathizers fell about in a panic.

Any thought that the enemy still had the upper hand was soon dispelled when the door burst open and the squadron of stormtroopers filed in, the snouts of their blasters trained on the aliens. Security droids swooped in behind them. A quick succession of shots brought down two of the Yuuzhan Vong infiltrators. Exposed without their vonduun crab armor, they died with their hideously scarred visages snarling. The final warrior fell when he raised his amphistaff high into the air in readiness to bring it down on Jacen's head, and the young Jedi proved to be too fast. Thrusting his own weapon up high, he managed to block the Yuuzhan Vong's strike when the warrior had barely started the downward swing, then seemingly effortlessly brought his lightsaber down onto the Yuuzhan Vong's torso. Such was the force of the blow that his weapon cut almost halfway through the alien's barrel chest before coming to a halt.

Source: The New Jedi Order - Force Heretic I: Remnant

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Jacen, Luke Skywalker, Corran Horn, and Saba Sebatyne kill a group of Yuuzhan Vong warriors on Zonoma Sekot. The warriors were originally thirty strong but had their numbers dwindled by the Jade Shadow firing at the circle that trapped Corran and Tahiri Veila. After the initial firing, the four Jedi engage the warriors off-screen while the book focuses on Tahiri trying to catch up to and kill Nom Anor. After she fails and falls off of the ship he was escaping in, we see Jacen and the other Jedi appear to have killed the remaining Yuuzhan Vong warriors:

"Right," Corran said. "And that's your first lesson for the day—don't hang on to your illusions."

"I was hoping more for a crash course in 'how to kick butt when you're outnumbered thirty to two.'"

"Well, if you're going to be picky about what I teach . . ."

"Quickly!" Nom Anor shouted, from near the ship. "There is little time."

The circle contracted more rapidly. The ground trembled again, and pain pulsed through the Force. Pain and something else—something familiar.

She hadn't had time to sort it out when a track of green laserfire ran through the warriors on their right flank, then their left, and suddenly a gleaming spacecraft came into view. It dropped to hover a few meters off the ground.

"Jade Shadow!" Corran whooped. "It's Mara and Luke!"

Even as he said it, the landing ramp dropped down, and Luke Skywalker and Jacen Solo leapt out, followed by the hulking reptilian figure of Saba Sebatyne. Three new lightsabers flared to life. Then the Shadow leapt back up, turned, and began raining fire on the Yuuzhan Vong craft.

The remaining warriors shook off their stupor and charged, but Tahiri ignored them, tearing through one of the gaps cut by the Shadow. Nom Anor wasn't watching her—instead he was dodging laserfire, trying to reach the landing ramp of the Yuuzhan Vong ship. He made it there only a few meters ahead of her, but as soon as he was on it, it began to retract.

With a war cry, she hurled herself through the air, landing on the ramp, sweeping her lightsaber toward the executor's head.

Nom Anor ducked at the last instant and her lightsaber cut into the coral hull. He scrambled away from her, and she started to follow, but the ship suddenly bounded up from the ground, twisting as it went. Tahiri lost her footing and fell. She grasped at the edge of the retracting ramp and missed, but caught the edge of a plasma cannon with her left hand. Furiously, she cut at the hull with her lightsaber. It resisted the blow, and her weight suddenly tripled as the ship went into drive. She lost her grip and went whirling back to the ground, landing so hard all of the wind went out of her. She lay there, trying to recover, watching helplessly as the yorik coral vessel bored up through the atmosphere with Jade Shadow in hot pursuit.

Another wrenching wave of pain from the planet lashed at her, and again the ground shifted. Wheezing, she forced herself to her feet.

Corran, Luke, and Jacen were trotting toward her. Saba was standing at the edge of the clearing, staring out at the towers. The Yuuzhan Vong warriors all appeared to be dead.

Source: The New Jedi Order - The Final Prophecy

Jacen, alongside Jaina and Luke, fight off several attacks from Yuuzhan Vong warriors as they climb the staircase to Shimrra’s citadel. They met resistance on the eighth level and sometimes had to fight and defend in such tight spaces that two people couldn’t stand face to face:

That still left the problem of how to reach Shimrra’s bunker, but it didn’t take the Jedi long to discover a narrow stairway that hugged the Citadel’s curved perimeter as it wound toward the summit. Luke led the ascent, with Jaina close behind, and Jacen a few steps behind her, silently thanking the World Brain for interceding at the western walkway, and reaffirming his promise to end the dhuryam’s inner turmoil.

Carved from the same yorik coral that made up the fortress’s unpolished hull and bulkheads, the stairway was a continuous spiral, occasionally walled in on both sides, but more often climbing without an exterior handrail through maintenance rooms and expansive living chambers. Dilating membranes sealed each individual level, and access corridors connected the stairway to interior spaces. The Citadel shook with each seal the Jedi violated, as if each rupture sent a measure of pain through the living vessel. But the shaking could just as well have been a response to the ceaseless bombardment by starfighters, if explosions triggered by Page’s Commandoes as they fought their way into the lower levels.

Judging by the way the sinuous stairway had been engineered, and the layout of the interior spaces, Jacen realized that Shimrra’s worldship had obviously flown upright through space—a veritable mountain rather than a flattened oval or projectile-shaped vessel, such as the Jedi and Alliance forces had encountered at Helska 4, Sernpidal, Obrao-skai, and other worlds.

It wasn’t until the eighth level that Luke and his niece and nephew met with resistance, but it was clear from the ferocity with which the warriors attacked—from above, below, and through the various access corridors—that the onslaught was likely to continue all the way to Shimrra’s lair, and probably inside it, as well. If the warriors constituted the first line of defense, it was difficult to imagine what might await them at the summit, assuming they could even make it that far.

In most places the stairway wasn’t wide enough for the two people to stand abreast, and in those stretches Luke had to face the brunt of the attacks. He was his own vortex, deflecting amphistaff strikes, whiplike lashes, and spurts of deadly venom; dodging or redirecting flights of thud bugs; parrying the thrusts of coufees, to side-step, duck, maneuver his body in ways that seemed to defy gravity. Stunned or burned by Luke’s green blade, thud bugs were ricocheting from the walls and high ceiling, chipping away at the yorik coral surface. Dropped in their tracks, warriors sprawled with hands pressed to stumps of legs and opened foreheads, or with black blood welling where lightsaber had found defenseless areas between living armor and tattooed flesh.

Jacen recalled watching his uncle on Balkadan, where the war had begun, wielding two lightsabers when he had come to Jacen’s rescue. But the rescue on Balkadan paled in comparison to the control Luke demonstrated now.

[...]

Jacen and Jaina were astounded—but they had little time to reflect. Their lightsabers were busy, as well, turning the blows Luke dodged, or defending assaults launched from below.

On the fourteenth level, where the Citadel’s exterior wings sprouted from the hull, they reached a fork in the stairway.

Source: The New Jedi Order - The Unifying Force

Shimrra’s Citadel is referred to as a "mountain" many times throughout the novel:

From the bridge’s southern abutment, the Jedi had their first unobstructed view of their objective. Several kilometers to the east, illuminated by forking lightning and accented by the laser beams of circling starfighters, Shimrra’s Citadel towered above the infernal landscape. A veritable mountain, it stood where the Imperial Palace once had, encompassing everything from the Mon Calamari Inglenook to the Pliada di am Imperium, as the eastern terminus of the Glitannai Esplanade was known. The Citadel’s base was lost in swirls of dark smoke, but halfway to the rounded summit four walkways approached from separate directions, linking the Citadel to surrounding structures.

This close, the mountain was revealed to be as craggy and pocked as any of the Yuuzhan Vong worldships Luke had seen.

[...]

Streaking east from the now-Alliance-occupied landing field, he wove the snubfighter through a hail of ascending plasma fire and descending wreckage. Dominating the forward view was the rounded summit of Shimrra’s fortress, rising from the thick blanket of cloud cover and smoke that smothered most of the sacred precinct. Only two years earlier the elegant summits of dozens of spacescrapers would have been visible above the clouds, but now there was only the craggy mountaintop.

[...]

Even without the insatiable voids that were engulfing nearly every starfighter volley, the Citadel appeared to be impregnable. It was like attempting to blow apart a mountain.

[...]

Pinned down in a grove of fingerleaf trees one hundred meters from the westernmost of the walkways that accessed the Citadel, she and Luke were fending off streams of attack bugs that were hurtling down from lookout aeries in the holy mountain.

[...]

Far below the concourse, at the base of the Citadel, a dark maw accessed the lower depths of the mountain.

Source: The New Jedi Order - The Unifying Force

Jacen, alongside Luke Skywalker and his twin sister Jaina Solo, fight and defeat 15 Yuuzhan Vong Slayers. The slayers immediately sense that Jacen and Luke are stronger fighters than Jaina, who has already defeated Tsavong Lah in combat, and prepare four warriors for him to fight. Jacen is struck in the ankle by an amphistaff early in the fight which is enough of a hindrance to make him fall against a wall. During the fight, the room they were in was shifting and moving because the World Brain, the dhuryam responsible for terraforming Coruscant, had decided to reject Shimrra's orders and go against the Yuuzhan Vong leader which caused Onimi to take control of the room. The room shifted at least six times throughout the fight but it was because of this shifting that Jacen believed saved his life. Despite his ankle injury, despite being outnumbered, despite the slayers having more skill than the best regular warrior, and despite Onimi controlling the slayers like a yammosk controlled a fleet, Jacen's unique relationship with pain, training with Vergere and his constant use of Force leaps and acrobatics allowed him to hold his own and survive:

Luke, Jacen and Jaina at last penetrated the inner sanctum of Shimrra’s palace. The Supreme Overlord and his capering jester Onimi sent a phalanx of Slayers against the Jedi trio, only to see their finest warriors struck down.

Source: The New Essential Chronology

Jacen and Jaina Solo accompanied Luke to the surface of Coruscant to bring Supreme Overlord Shimrra to justice. Upon entering Shimrra's throne room, they were beset by a group of 15 Slayers. When Jaina set out to capture Onimi, Luke found himself facing Shimrra himself, as the surviving Slayers focused their attention on Jacen.

Source: The Complete Star Wars Encyclopedia

Luke and the twins breach Shimrra’s citadel—which also becomes a spacebound vessel—where they are nearly overwhelmed by slayers. Luke gives himself fully to the Force, becoming a whirlwind of devastation, slashing through Yuuzhan Vong guards. Shimrra engages Luke in a duel, his amphistaff of command against Skywalker’s paired lightsabers. Though Luke is poisoned by amphistaff venom, the Jedi Master decapitates Shimrra, bringing an end to his reign.

Source: The Essential Reader's Companion

Jacen and Jaina Solo then accompanied Luke to the surface of Coruscant to stop Supreme Overlord Shimrra. Upon entering Shimrra's throne room, they were beset by over a dozen deadly Slayers. Luke confronted Shimrra himself and used paired lightsabers to sever the Supreme Overlord's huge head from his body. With the efforts of Jacen Solo, who was able to channel the Force as he had never done before, the Jedi were able to defeat the true power behind the Yuuzhan Vong throne, and bring an end to the conflict.

Source: Star Wars Databank (Old)

While Jaina was dispatching the last of them, Luke whirled and leapt through the opening. Landing in a crouch five meters from the membrane, he held the lightsaber in a one-handed grip extended to his right and slightly behind him. Jacen was the next through, assuming a bent-legged forward stance, with his blade held straight out in front of him. Then Jaina came through, moving swiftly but vigilantly to Luke's left side, with her blade raised over her right shoulder.

Though the floor was level, the walls of Shimrra's circular, high-ceilinged lair were curved. A simple throne occupied the center of a raised dais that was encircled by a shallow moat flowing with what might have been diluted Yuuzhan Vong blood. The far wall contained a much more elaborate entry portal, and to the right of the throne a stairway climbed into the summit of the Citadel, presumably to the command and control areas of the escape vessel itself.

Between the moat and the Jedi stood fifteen warriors of modest stature, arrayed in a semicircle and armed with hissing amphistaffs. They affected no armor, but their burnished and blood-smeared flesh looked as impenetrable as vonduun crab topshells.

Luke recognized them from Han and Leia's description as examples of the specially engineered warriors they had faced on Caluula, and against whom even Kyp had failed. The slayers presented a daunting obstacle, but they were surpassed by the one they were deployed to protect.

[...]

If Luke was at all worried about Jaina and Jacen, if he had any regrets about having brought them to the very heart of the war, he kept his concerns so deeply to himself that they could not be felt by his charges, even through the Force. The strength of their meld was such that the three might have been sharing the same mind, and that mind was the Force itself.

Luke had no doubt that what they were doing was necessary, and in harmony with the will of the Force.

Shimrra's warriors were no less committed to the moment. A threat to all the Yuuzhan Vong held sacred, the Jedi were driven by a dark and incomprehensible power that flew in opposition to the divine edicts of Yun-Yuuzhan and the other gods. No more than did those of the Jedi, the marked faces of the slayers displayed neither anger nor fear—only the full measure of their intent to protect their god-king at all costs.

[...]

Jaina and Jacen sidestepped away from Luke to create thee separate fronts. Then Luke did something neither twin had ever seen him do. Shifting his stance, he called the lightsaber into his left hand. Abandoning form, he encouraged the warriors to attack him.

In swift response the fifteen divided themselves into three groups of four, four, and seven. The quartets began to square off with Luke and Jacen, while the larger group formed up opposite Jaina. Sensing that Luke and Jacen were the stronger fighters, the slayers had decided to reserve most of their might for the Jedi they perceived as being the weakest, guessing that Luke and Jacen would always go to Jaina's aid before attempting to reach Shimrra.

No one moved.

Just when it seemed that the moment would be forever frozen in time, the slayers charged, some with amphistaffs stiffened, others unfurling them like whips, and still other prompting their weapons to spit venom. There were no attempts to engage Luke, Jacen, or Jaina in single combat for personal glory, as had happened on Yag-Dhul and other worlds. The war had gone on too long. All that mattered now was that the conflict be decided, and that there be winners and losers.

Luke's lightsaber was a blur of pure energy as he parried a four-pronged attack. His blade found exposed flesh time and again, but the slayers sustained each searing blow without surrendering ground. The amphistaffs hammered at the lightsaber with such force that flashes of blinding radiance filled the room, projecting giant silhouettes up along the curved walls. In an attempt to forge a united front, and despite battling warriors on three sides, Luke and Jaina began to move toward one another. For a moment, several slayers found themselves trapped between the two Jedi and the lashing movements of their comrades' amphistaffs. Pierced simultaneously from either side, one warrior dropped to the floor; then a second.

Luke vaulted through a half-twisting front flip that landed him back to back with Jaina, killing a third warrior on the way down, with a strike to the top of the head. With some effort, Luke saw Jacen through the Force, pressed hard by the four slayers who had dedicated themselves to him. Again Luke leapt, swinging his blade through the air and cleaving the neck of the most formidable of the slayers attacking his nephew. Two slender amphistaffs shot for Luke's legs, but he managed to jump over both, as if skipping rope, then decapitated the slower amphistaff before it could withdraw.

A coufee swooshed through the air millimeters from his right ear. Crouching, he extended one foot and pivoted on the other, knocking the feet out from under the knife wielder, then amputating the warrior's left foot with a return swing of the lightsaber. Seeing an opening, Luke made a move for Shimrra—only to be dragged down by the dovin basal. Immediately, he rolled to one side, toppling two slayers and removing himself from the gravity field.

Jacen leapt to Jaina's side of the bunker, and the two of them began working in concert to drive a trio of warriors back toward the moat that encircled Shimrra's throne. One of the slayers nearly stumbled into the flow, but caught himself in time. Surging after him, Jacen swung his blade through a backhanded crosscut, which the warrior parried, then answered with a fast chop aimed at Jacen's left knee. Jacen jumped straight up, but not quickly enough, and the amphistaff struck him on the ankle. Landing off balance, he staggered into the wall. Two warriors hurried after him, but made it only halfway when the entire bunker tipped to the right.

The unexpected movement sent everyone, slayers and Jedi alike, scurrying, sailing, and tumbling into the opposite wall. As if mounted on gimbals, the bunker tipped again, this time in the direction of the ruined osmotic membrane, bunching everyone against that wall.

Guessing that Shimrra was responsible, Luke spared a glance at the throne. The Supreme Overlord's clawed hands were indeed in motion, but the expression on Shimrra's face was one of benign bafflement.

The dhuryam, Jacen sent through the Force.

Luke understood.

The World Brain, joining the Shamed Ones in revolt, was causing the entire Citadel to shake, perhaps by rocking the cradle to which it was wed, or by some means beyond Luke's imagining. Self-contained, the bunker was attempting to keep itself level. But cut off from the dhuryam, it couldn't anticipate the Citadel's behavior. Shimrra's hand movements were just that—the idle flutters of a god-king who was forced to accept that he had lost his most powerful ally and weapon.

[...]

But Luke had no time to think further about Shimrra's companion.

The bunker was suddenly in motion again.

[...]

Buried under half a dozen blood-smeared bodies when the bunker had shifted, Jaina used what little maneuvering space she had to avoid amphistaff fangs and venom, the serrated edges of coufees, and the sharpened teeth and hardened elbows and knees of warriors. Out of sheer desperation she tried to use the Force to throw everyone off her, and was bewildered when the crushing weight of the warriors abated—or at least until she realized that the sudden turnabout had nothing to do with the Force. Shimrra's lair had simply tilted again, and now she and the same warriors were sent flying and tumbling toward the opposite wall.

Hurled headfirst for the curved expanse of yorik coral, she just managed to get her free hand out in front and brace for impact. Loud grunts escaped the warriors as everyone hit the wall midway to the arched ceiling, then slid in a jumble to the floor as the bunker attempted to right itself.

Backward-somersaulting from the heap, Jaina shot to her feet and was preparing to Force-leap toward Shimrra when the chamber canted again. This time she used the Force to hold herself to the floor as the half a dozen slayers went rushing past her out of control, some running faster than their legs could carry them, and others sliding on their bellies or backs. Loose amphistaffs tried to sidewind for the safety of the moat, but only a few made it, and the rest were flung hard into the wall. Once more the lair leveled out before tilting a full thirty degrees, and those warriors still on their feet launched themselves at Jaina, only to slip on whatever it was that had sloshed from the moat and was fast slicking the entire floor.

Close to the osmotic membrane, Luke and a sturdy warrior were in the midst of a fierce duel, their free hands clamped on the burned edges of the breach the lightsabers had opened. Though Jaina couldn't see Jacen, she could perceive him behind her, and she could hear the burning hiss of his lightsaber as it connected with the slayers' weapons and armored flesh. In the center of the bunker, giant Shimrra had left his throne and was tottering toward the moat, his powerful amphistaff unfurled and serving as a kind of walking stick. Also in motion was Shimrra's companion, who was making steady if tortuous progress toward the curving stairway that climbed into the summit.

[...]

Jaina rushed to grab hold of the ladder as the bunker tilted. From below came the sounds of bodies being hurled one way, then the other. In the midst of the swaying she heard the thrum of Luke's and Jacen's lightsabers, and the agonized cries of at least two slayers.

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Only the Force was keeping Jacen from succumbing to the pain—the Force and what he had learned from Vergere during the indeterminate amount of time she had kept him in the Embrace of Pain—breaking him. While under his mentor's tutelage he had been able to go into himself to meet the pain on its own terms. Now he didn't have that curious luxury, because he was having to call on all his abilities to keep from being killed.

If not for the swaying of the Citadel and the effects of its unpredictable oscillations of Shimrra's coffer—his escape vessel—Jacen figured he would already be dead. That was the World Brain, having finally decided which side it was on. The trouble was, that decision mattered only to the reshaping of Coruscant and not to the Supreme Overlord, who was clearly able to control objects in his immediate environment without need of the dhuryam.

The slayers, for one thing.

Where initially they had been moving with individual vigilance and of their own accord, they were now moving as coralskippers did under the control of a coordinator. The change had come simultaneously with Shimrra's rising from the throne, and the escape of his Shamed One companion, whom Jaina had pursued into the summit of the Citadel. Jacen knew that her exit had been prompted by something she had perceived through the Force, but he and Luke could have used her lightsaber now.

Three slayers had Jacen backed to the bunker's outer wall. Even through his Vongsense he could not predict their actions, or where their thrashing and thrusting amphistaffs were going to strike next. He had managed to evade copious sprays of venom, but his torso had taken countless lashings; his limbs were bruised by the heads and coils of the serpentine weapons—though none had yet been successful in sinking fangs into him. His lightsaber had returned as many blows, but the slayers seemed to be largely immune to pain, if not indestructible.

A half dozen corpses were sprawled on the floor, sliding or rolling with each random cant of the Citadel. But more than the lightsaber, it was acrobatics that was keeping Jacen from being overwhelmed by the specially engineered warriors. Time and again last-moment leaps had carried him out of the range of their shapeshifting weapons, as the fight moved along the perimeter of the throne room. The gravity-tweaking dovin basal set in the base of the throne made it impossible for Jacen or his opponents to venture closer to the throne than the shallow moat that encircled it without being tugged violently to the yorik coral floor.

Jacen took advantage of the gravitic anomaly now, as one of the slayers lunged for him. He leapt high into the air, and the warrior flew under his feet, only to be pulled to the floor facefirst, so that by the time Jacen had twisted in the air and landed he was able to drive his blade into the small of the warrior's back, almost pinioning him to the floor. The other two immediately rushed him from behind. Unleashing his amphistaff, one warrior managed to wind the weapon around Jacen's legs, while the other swung his amphistaff at Jacen's head. Ducking the swing, Jacen leapt again, taking the attenuated amphistaff with him. Yanked from the warrior's grasp, the weapon unwound and dropped before it could strike.

Across the room Shimrra was moving swiftly toward Luke, who was being set upon by four warriors. The enormous Vong overlord stepped across the moat as if crossing a final line. Seemingly entranced—in sway of the Yuuzhan Vong gods—he fixed his glowing eye implants on his prey. He held the thick-bodied amphistaff diagonally in front of him, with his giant left hand closed around the middle of the weapon's three-meter-long body.

Jacen sent a warning to his uncle through the Force, which Luke acknowledged—not only through the Force but also by spinning away from the warriors to provide himself with enough fighting room to confront Shimrra. Whirling through a cartwheel, Luke caught one of the warriors on the chin with the heels of his boots, unbalancing him enough so that Luke could get inside the arm that held the amphistaff and drive his lightsaber through the warrior's neck. As he quickly withdrew the blade, a second warrior was ready to pounce; Luke stretched out his left hand and impaled the slayer through the right eye. At once the other two converged on him, battering him with their apmhistaffs and coufees, opening ragged wounds in his upper arms and chest.

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One of the warriors stalking Jacen abandoned him to engage Luke. Jacen moved against the others, the shorter of whom feigned a strike at Jacen's right leg, then twirled the amphistaff in his hands and slammed the tail end of it into Jacen's right cheek. Reeling from the blow, he staggered within range of the dovin basal, which dragged him to the floor on his back. The short warrior hurried in, his weapon striking at Jacen like a serpent, then stiffening, jabbed him hard in the left forearm, as if to stake the arm to the floor.

Jacen twisted out from under the attack, grasping that Luke had again been pressed to the wall. Having killed three of his assailants, he was facing only one opponent, but his energy was beginning to flag. It was not fatigue born of fear of going to the dark side, but simple exhaustion, and Shimrra was moving in. Eager to award the kill to the Supreme Overlord, the slayer closest to Luke turned and ran at Jacen with his amphistaff held overhead like an ax, intent on splitting open his victim's forehead.

Jacen could feel Luke call deeply on the reservoir that was the Force.

From Luke's left hand gathered a blinding tangle of energy manipulated into being by the raw power of the Force. As if hitting an invisible wall, the warrior stopped short, then spasmed as green sparks began to coruscate around him. Enveloped, he fell like a tree.

Still twisting and writhing away from the snapping amphistaff, Jacen used his Vongsense to dampen the effect of the dovin basal, allowing him to move out of its gravitic field and get to his feet. His short opponent howled in outrage and whipped the amphistaff. Jacen allowed it to coil around his body; then, as the warrior was reeling the weapon in, Jacen hurled his lightsaber deep into the slayer's armpit.

The bunker inclined, sending Jacen directly toward Shimrra. Without thinking—and without his lightsaber—he lunged for the neck of the towering Yuuzhan Vong. But Shimrra perceived Jacen's intent, and threw his mighty right arm behind him. Jacen was hit squarely in the center of the chest.

Dropping to the floor, he blacked out.

When he came to an instant later, he saw that Luke had obviously intercepted Shimrra's follow-up blow.

Source: The New Jedi Order - The Unifying Force

Yuuzhan Vong slayers were noted as being muscled and with quick reflexes, with skin impervious to lightsabers and blaster bolts:

Compact and heavily muscled, they had dark, scarless skin that was impervious to lightsabers and blaster bolts, and were gifted with fighting reflexes faster than the greatest warrior champions.

Source: The New Essential Guide to Warfare

Moving directly to one of the slayers, Qelah Kwaad ignited the lightsaber, raised it to her opposite shoulder, and, with a slashing motion, drew the violet blade diagonally across the slayer’s chest.

The smell of burned flesh wafted through the hall. Shimrra turned slightly to face the commanders. “Only a furrow where any one of you would lie in two pieces on the floor.”

Source: The New Jedi Order - The Unifying Force

Yuuzhan Vong slayers are so skilled that two of them were able to defeat a group of ten Yuuzhan Vong warriors and their commander in a short amount of time and wielded superior weapons than the ones the warriors did:

Chaan snapped his fists to his shoulders and summoned ten warriors to their feet; coufees, shields, tridents, and amphistaffs woke to the challenge. At the same time, the warrior-priests spread out, but only two stepped forward.

"Two against eleven," Chaan said in sudden consternation. "This is vulgar. Dishonor either way!"

Shimrra returned to his throne and sat. "Then we will be pleased to see you humble them, if only to demonstrate that our shapers have failed in their task. Carve them, Commander, as a dish fit for the gods."

Chaan saluted crisply.

At his curt nod, the ten warriors attacked, two groups of four moving to outflank their opponents, and the remaining two rushing forward immediately to engage and distract. The reactions of the warrior-priests were almost too fast to follow. They turned slightly to the side, almost back to back, wielding weapons in both hands, meeting the frontal attack and the flanking attacks simultaneously.

The amphistaffs of the attackers struck seemingly unarmored flesh without finding purchase. Coufees cut and sliced, and yet almost no blood flowed; what little did, congealed instantly. The melee weapons of the defenders were no less enhanced than were the small, muscular warrior-priests who wielded them. The specially bred amphistaffs snapped the heads off their lesser cousins, and stabbed with enough force to paralyze, even through armor. The slayers—Shimrra’s Jeedai—leapt to great heights, twisting in midflight and landing behind their attackers, then rushed in, arms windmilling in a blur, gouts of black blood flying in all directions. One by one and sliced to pieces, Chaan’s warriors dropped to the floor.

Silence gripped the hall as the elite of all castes watched with a mix of awe and dread. Shimrra was already powerful enough without this royal guard. Now he was no match for any domain that might think to thwart him.

The fight was over almost as quickly as it began, with the ten warriors—and Chaan—felled and bleeding, and the two warrior-priests unmoved by what they had done, their slender amphistaffs badged with blood.

Source: The New Jedi Order - The Unifying Force

Jacen and a group of Jedi use Force Jumps to make their way up a 300 meter slope of sand. They do so while also having to deal with a Chiss drop ship firing charric beams at them which pack more kinetic charge then normal blaster bolts and are strong enough to disarm a few of them from the effort of deflecting the bolts:

Jaina and Zekk and the others continued to ascend the slope in Force leaps, but there was no sign of any healthy Killiks—either the laser cannons had gotten them all, or the survivors were staying hidden.

The turbolaser strikes continued to come, obscuring the Jedi Knights' vision and slowing their progress, but failing to stop them entirely. It was difficult enough to hit moving targets from orbit, without those targets having the Jedi danger sense to warn them when a strike was headed their way.

The team was halfway up the slope when the turbolaser barrage suddenly ended.

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Then the drop ship's belly turret spun toward the Jedi and began to stitch the slope with fire from its twin charric guns. Jaina, Zekk, and the others raised their lightsabers and started to knock the beams back toward the vessel. Unlike blaster bolts—which carried very little kinetic charge—the charric beams struck with an enormous impact. Several times Jaina, Zekk, and even Lowbacca felt their lightsabers fly from their grasps and had to use the Force to recall their weapons.

The Jedi Knights continued up the dune in sporadic leaps, taking turns covering each other, seeking the protection of craters or mounds of sand when they could, but always advancing toward the crest of the dune and the bomb.

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Now that the laser cannons had fallen silent, Jaina leapt out of the crater and led the charge toward the top of the dune. Half the Chiss commando squad stopped and started to lay fire down the slope, while the rest raced the last few meters to the bomb and began to string a linked line of vape charges around it.

Jaina and the other Jedi Knights continued their ascent, deflecting the charric beams back toward the Chiss who were working to set the charges. Four of these commandos fell before their fellows realized what the Jedi were doing, but the survivors were too well trained to lose focus.

By the time Jaina and the others neared the crest of the dune, the charges had been placed and the survivors were scrambling to rejoin their companions.

[...]

As Jaina made her accusation, she and Zekk were turning back toward the bomb—now about three hundred meters above, still at the top of the dune.

Source: Dark Nest III: The Swarm War

NOTE: After the Jedi reach the top of the dune, the Chiss activate charges they set on the "bomb" mentioned in the text, which forces the team to Force Jump back down the dune to get away from the imminent explosion.

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The Dark Dragon Slayer Knights are the four strongest members of Diabolos. They include the Vermilion Dragon Suzaku, the Azure Dragon Misaki, the White Tiger Dragon Haku, and the Yellow Dragon Kirin. They're light on feats right now but in-verse scaling to the other main and established characters already tells us how much of a beast they are all. This thread will be different than the ones I normally do and will feature three out of the four mages with their feats listed chronologically as opposed to divided into sections like I normally do. This is just a sort of precaution since they don't have too much, but might get changed and updated later with individual threads and blogs.

I'm unsure if I'll include Suzaku's in this thread though, since he has the most feats so far and can probably fill up his own, but for now I will only include the other three.

Haku, the White Tiger Dragon

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In his introduction, Haku is able to use his magic to free Lucy from a wall in the Great Labyrinth by making her a plushie. Lucy was teleported inside a wall with her body split, but the walls of the Great Labyrinth cannot be broken by any force and we see Natsu punch the wall several times without being able to destroy it. However, when Haku uses his magic on Lucy, she is freed from the wall and made into an cute plushie"

Ch. 94/95

Haku then turns Natsu and Happy into plush dolls simply by pointing at them. Natsu attempts to use his magic to attack Haku, but he makes it clear that his plush dolls burn up instantly when hit by fire. This however inadvertently tells Lucy that although turned into a plush doll, the victim can still use their magic. Despite this, when she summons one of her Celestial Spirits, they are also immediately transformed into plushies:

Ch. 95

Haku had also used his magic to possibly turn one of the Great Labyrinth monsters into a plush doll before he met up with Natsu, Lucy, and Happy. The dog immediately turns hostile to the Fairy Tail trio while it seemed perfectly tame in Haku's hands. If this was indeed one of the Labyrinth monsters, that would mean Haku can use his magic to affect the material of the Labyrinth, since the monsters are made of the same material as the walls:

Ch. 95

When Lucy summons Loke and Aries, they are also plushies:

Ch. 96

Haku uses his magic to turn Panther Lily into a plushie, except now it seems he can do so and remove all of their strength, seeing as how Lily couldn't even sit up:

Ch. 97

Haku easily dodges one of Wendy's tornado attacks, Sky Dragon's Wave Wind, with speed enough to impress Lily, and then purposely walks right into her Sky Dragon's Roar, taking the attack and falling on his head from the ceiling with no sign of injury:

Ch. 97

Haku then blitzes Wendy before either her, Lily, or Irene can notice, proclaiming that the power of the White Tiger Dragon is as fast as the speed of light. He also shows that he can use his Plush Doll magic on personas and spirit people/bodies as well as he is able to sense Irene and then hit her with his magic:

Ch. 97

Haku is able to summon a large amount of yarn that stretches from him to Panther Lily, wraps itself around Lily, and is unable to be cut by his Bustergarm sword. The yarn then condenses and hits Lily with an uppercut:

Ch. 98

Haku clashes punches with Wendy and overpowers her to the point of sending her flying several feet in the air, and then he is able to easily dodge a Sky Dragon's Wing Attack from her:

Ch. 98

Haku uses a spell called Doll Parade where he summons a bunch of yarn like he did to tie up Panther Lily and uses them to create about a dozen plushie dolls. These dolls then pile onto Wendy and hold her down, with her remarking on their 'incredible" strength:

Ch. 98

In fact, when Irene and Wendy are able to use a Multi-Enchant to imbue Irene's personality onto the plushies and override Haku's control, those same plushies are able to hold him down long enough for Wendy to finish him with a powerful attack:

Ch. 98

Even though he was off fighting Wendy and Lily, Haku's magic is able to keep Natsu, Lucy, and Happy as plushies until he is defeated:

Ch. 99
Ch. 99

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Misaki, the Azure Dragon

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Misaki uses her magic to lift up one of the Great Labyrinth's monsters and pulls is apart so that Kyria can attack its core. It can be assumed Misaki and Kyria used this method to defeat the other four monsters as well:

Ch. 95

Misaki's magic power level scares Erza, Gray, and Gajeel:

Ch. 99

Misaki then casually slices up Erza's armor and then cuts off more than half of her hair, although she says she intended to slice up Erza's whole body and her hair from the root:

Ch. 99

Charle says that Misaki's magic power is incredible, and Gray says that watching Erza and Misaki prepare for battle feels like Laxus and Gildarts are about to face off:

Ch. 104
Ch. 104

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Misaki's magic appears to be Blue Dimension, where she can freely teleport a target into a separate dimension that appears underwater. You can freely breath in this dimension even though Misaki says she is absolute, but judging by Erza's reaction you lose the ability to move as she states she has no strength in her legs. The real kicker for the Blue Dimension is that time moves different, with 5 seconds in being 5 hours out in the real world. Since Erza was damaged for five seconds, that damage transferred over to 5 hours of continuous damage in the real world, which destroyed her Blackwing Armor:

Ch. 104

Misaki then intends to make Erza spend 14 seconds in the Blue Dimension, equaling a full day's worth of damage, but Erza is able to use her magic to telekinetically move her armor and take her along for the ride. This allows Erza to use her Blumenblatt attack with her Heavenly's Wheel Armor, but Misaki appears to tank it with nothing other than annoyance:

Ch. 104

Kirin, the Yellow Dragon

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Selene says that Kirin is a contender for the strongest mage in Diabolos:

Ch. 95

Kirin carries a large coffin on his back that he seems to put his fallen enemies in:

Ch. 96
Ch. 96

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Kirin's magic allows him to compress and distort the atmosphere. With a snap of his fingers, he can cause a distortion and a sort of "bubble" to appear that then slams into a target. These are powerful enough to knock Laxus around, and we see that Kirin isn't limited to making only one "bubble" at a time as he pelts Laxus with about 16 of them, all the while Laxus believing Kirin's magic to be invisible until told otherwise. We then see Laxus fire off a bolt of lightning at Kirin but his magic allows him to easily deflect it to the side. Even when Laxus charges forward to punch Kirin with a lightning-enhanced strike, Kirin uses his magic to stop him dead in his tracks and mentions that because of the nature of his magic, no kind of attack can even scratch him:

Ch. 96

Three things to talk about in this next set of scans, two great durability feats for Kirin and a named spell. Laxus finds a way to get around Kirin's magic by sending his lightning through the ground and electrocuting him that way; Kirin uses a named attack to cut and slice up Laxus named Atmos Distortion, although this isn't enough to defeat him; Laxus uses his Red Lightning technique, which can cut through the atmosphere according to him, and lands a powerful punch on Kirin:

Ch. 96

When Kirin powers up, Laxus likens his magic power to Gildarts's:

Ch. 96
Ch. 96

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The next time we see Kirin and Laxus, Laxus is on the floor wondering what happened to him. We then see that Kirin had picked up his coffin and was swinging it around on its chains. When the coffin hits Laxus, something happens to him where we see what looks like several copies of him or his soul are knocked out of his body before he is sent flying. Kirin then tells him that the soul of a king is already in the coffin:

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