Darth Tenebrous vs Mace Windu

HellfireUnit wrote:Windu
Tenebrous
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BoD wrote:Mace all rounds. Not sure if there's a difference between office and beginning of ROTS Mace, but even if there is the growth itself (of a matter of days) would be minuscule. Mace wins by virtue of far superior duelling skill and comparability to ROTS Sheev, who's confirmed > Tenebrous.

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BoD wrote:Mace all rounds. Not sure if there's a difference between office and beginning of ROTS Mace, but even if there is the growth itself (of a matter of days) would be minuscule. Mace wins by virtue of far superior duelling skill and comparability to ROTS Sheev, who's confirmed > Tenebrous.

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BoD wrote:Mace all rounds. Not sure if there's a difference between office and beginning of ROTS Mace, but even if there is the growth itself (of a matter of days) would be minuscule.

Revenge of the Sith wrote:This is the moment that defines Mace Windu. Not his countless victories in battle, nor the numberless battles his diplomacy has avoided. Not his penetrating intellect, or his talents with the Force, or his unmatched skills with the lightsaber. Not his dedication to the Jedi Order, or his devotion to the Republic that he serves. But this. Right here. Right now. Because Mace, too, has an attachment. Mace has a secret love. Mace Windu loves the Republic. Many of his students quote him to students of their own: "Jedi do not fight for peace. That's only a slogan, and is as misleading as slogans always are. Jedi fight for civilization, because only civilization creates peace."

For Mace Windu, for all his life, for all the lives of a thousand years of Jedi before him, true civilization has had only one true name: the Republic. He has given his life in the service of his love. He has taken lives in its service, and lost the lives of innocents. He has seen beings that he cares for maimed, and killed, and sometimes worse: sometimes so broken by the horror of the struggle that their only answer was to commit horrors greater still. And because of that love now, here, in this instant, Anakin Skywalker has nine words for him that shred his heart, burn its pieces, and feed him its smoking ashes.

Palpatine is Sidious. The Chancellor is the Sith Lord. He doesn't even hear the words, not really; their true meaning is too large for his mind gather in all at once. They mean that all he's done, and all that has been done to him-That all the Order has accomplished, all it has suffered-All the Galaxy itself has gone through, all the years of suffering and slaughter, the death of entire planets-Has all been for nothing. Because it was all done to save the Republic. Which was already gone. Which had already fallen. The corpse of which had been defended only by a Jedi Order that was now under the command of a Dark Lord of the Sith. Mace Windu's entire existence has become crystal so shot-through with flaws that the hammer of those nine words has crushed him to sand. But because he is Mace Windu, he takes this blow without a change of expression.