He also stepped back and he did stop the attack, even turned his lightsaber off and returned it to his belt.
"The issue with Soresu is that many of the practicioners lack the ability or willingness to either use defense as offense or to truly capitalize on openings that are present. It's very effective. It must be combined with other forms if your opponent is stronger or has more endurance than you."
"You are skilled, Jedi. I assume your former apprentice is the same."
As for the current Master of that apprentice ... that would be far more difficult to find out. He's fought other Sith before, but even he could not defeat the previous Emperor of his time -- not the false one that put him into carbonite but the one before was far more powerful than anyone else.
"This way." He waved lightly, turning to head towards the ruins of the Sith Academy. It was only then that he turned off his lightsaber returning it to his belt all the same.
"No. He is a skilled Sith." Important distinction. "And for what it is worth, his preferred combat style is the same as yours." Why was he being helpful? Was he trying to keep Vader alive or get him killed? He didn't know.
His saber was off and on his belt before he'd finished speaking and he started trudging the direction of the Academy, though he was not going to let Malgus out of his sight. NOt for fear of his continued life, but for fear the man would leave him here and he'd wind up insane.
"You speak as though lightsaber combat is that much different between Jedi and Sith. Our knowledge of the Force is what separates us, not the way we swing a blade." Though the comment about combat style was not lost on Malgus. He filed that knowledge away for a later time.
Much had changed over three thousand years. The place was barely recognizable and had almost been completely taken over by the planet. It seemed to be little more than a dead relic of the past.
Maybe he could rebuild here and create a new base of operations for a new order of Sith. One with new rules and teachings decided upon by him. And not foolish tradition.
He is very aware. He is also aware that Anakin is not Jedi and with this much dark energy that is a thing that makes him frustrated, angry, and deeply sad - all things he already was, but more.
"I am impressed that so much is so intact, here." Three thousand years is a long, long, time.
"It has changed much, though the structure still remains the same. I assume others have used this facility even after the fall of the original Sith Empire." Cultist probably. For some reason those sorts of things pop up around Sith areas rather commonly even in his time.
He briefly wondered if the Jedi ever had that sort of problem.
"Your thoughts are full of emotion. Does this place make you uncomfortable? Some Sith have gone insane on darker worlds. The Dark Side grants enormous power but can corrupt a weak mind into insanity."
Oh he remembered. He just wanted to hear the Jedi say it again. The suffering of a far light-sided person made this ... partnership or whatever it was far more tolerable.
That and he might find it somewhat amusing.
"At the Sith tomb in Korriban there was once a regular human who locked himself away inside because he believed he was actually a Sith lord. I'm told he gathered quite the following of others who equally fell to insanity."
Malgus made a few turns to the area where roughly the Sith Council chamber used to be. Larger than the Jedi's council room it was still similar, though one main difference was a throne straight ahead from the door.
Far light sided and reminded of a legendary Jedi who was also a powerful Sith. ...accurate, actually, for Obi-Wan.
"I'm not entirely surprised." He looked around the room, still uncomfortable but walked away from Malgus and the throne, actually, toward the walls. "Somewhat. Mostly that there was enough imbued into the place for someone force blind to notice."
"It is more that some Sith of the past refuse to leave even in death. I'm sure the echos of what remained of them is what infected him."
And as far as he knows the man and his followers stayed inside the tomb and probably died there. It wasn't as though there was anything in there to really sustain them.
Malgus himself walked up to the throne and sat down on it, reminiscing slightly over his failed attempt to usurp the entire dark council. Though his plan ultimately failed, he did manage to incite some change though it doesn't seem that it lasted over the years.
"I only briefly sat at this Council. Sith politics left much to be desired. So much arguing and disagreeing."
He found a wall to prop himself against, and then decided that, no, never mind, he'd rather sit.
"Ah, that does make more sense." Not the power of the human, then, but actual weakness allowing corruption, he supposed. He looked up at Malgus on the throne and snorted. "I was on the Jedi Council for a time. Until the end, in fact. We could have used a bit more disagreement, I think. Too much unity is... as deadly as there not being enough."
"I headed the Sphere of Military defense after the defeat of another Sith who formally held the position. Soon after, I defected to create a new empire." He waved a hand as he spoke. Stories of the past. Nothing more.
"I imagine the Jedi Council was nothing more than peaceful discussions." He said that with a bit of disdain in his voice. The Dark Council usually ended up in disagreements and sometimes those could be fatal.
"The Sith did not often openly murder one another. They resorted to backstabbing and other cowardly methods. An out right challenge? Oh those happened, but rarely in the company of others. This is why I did not choose to go for a seat. Their politics annoyed me and threatened to destroy us more often than not. My ideologies made me far too controversial to hold a chair long in any case."
And he preferred to be out there in the front lines of battle. Sitting in a chair and barking orders was not ... warrior enough for his tastes. Fighting drove him and helped keep his skills sharp.
"And yet you seem quite fond of sitting on a throne now. Will politics be any different if you're soley in charge?" That was not a challenge, just a clumsily worded question.
And clumsily worded because, ultimately, this place was killing him.
"A throne of a broken era, now it is nothing more than a chair to an empty room save for us."
Though he does not answer Ben's question, he does give him a look, studying him slightly. He rises from the throne, gesturing with a hand for Obi-Wan to follow as he moves past.
"Where is the current Empire stationed? Do you know where their main base of operations is located?"
"I have not the slightest idea where the Emperor and Vader spend the majority of their time and haven't cared to look. It should not be hard to discover."
He simply hadn't wanted to know.
He falls into step beside rather than directly behind Malgus, but is still more or less being led.
"You are of little help Jedi. We will leave before you wither to nothing. I have no use of a dead ally." Why yes he did just refer to Ben as an ally instead of a hostage.
"What world would be best suited for you? Though I am unaware of the changes a galaxy can undertake in 3000 years, I imagine due to the circumstances Coruscant is out of the picture. What about Dantooine? Do the Jedi still have their secret enclave there?"
He'll make his way back to the ship not looking back to see if Ben was following mostly because he was sure he'd do so anyway.
"You could take me to Coruscant, but not if you prefer a live ally."
He'd take the ally and he'd take getting the hell out of here. He did want the Emperor dead, this was his best opportunity to make that happen. He wasn't going to argue - or trust it beyond that, because he was not stupid.
"I have no idea what is still intact on Dantooine. He saw heavy action during the war. It's certainly worth a try."
"Before my imprisonment that is where I was headed," he said simply before heading up the ramp of the ship. "I assume you know the way."
He'll let Ben fly. He still has a lot of thinking to do. He has no army, little knowledge of the current state things beyond what the holorecords show.
Not to mention the reconditioning done to his mind, though with the Empress dead he probably has little to worry about there. It does haunt him. He should take care of it before facing the new Sith Emperor just in case.
He will not be someone's slave or serve anyone by force. That went against everything he believed in.
Malgus holds up a hand, not defensively but rather to stop Ben's line of thought right there.
"Not completely. The Sith in power ... did something to my mind. A reconditioning if you will. Other treatments as well, but I was able to remove those ... a few by force. Cybernetic loyalty chips. Explosive implants. They did everything in their power turn me into a loyal servant. But I would not bow in servitude."
He paused for a brief moment before continuing.
"This was the one part of my body the medical droids could not repair."
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He also stepped back and he did stop the attack, even turned his lightsaber off and returned it to his belt.
"The issue with Soresu is that many of the practicioners lack the ability or willingness to either use defense as offense or to truly capitalize on openings that are present. It's very effective. It must be combined with other forms if your opponent is stronger or has more endurance than you."
He's dizzy and nauseated.
That isn't normal exhaustion.
That's this place and whispers in his head.
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As for the current Master of that apprentice ... that would be far more difficult to find out. He's fought other Sith before, but even he could not defeat the previous Emperor of his time -- not the false one that put him into carbonite but the one before was far more powerful than anyone else.
"This way." He waved lightly, turning to head towards the ruins of the Sith Academy. It was only then that he turned off his lightsaber returning it to his belt all the same.
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His saber was off and on his belt before he'd finished speaking and he started trudging the direction of the Academy, though he was not going to let Malgus out of his sight. NOt for fear of his continued life, but for fear the man would leave him here and he'd wind up insane.
This place is... horrible.
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Much had changed over three thousand years. The place was barely recognizable and had almost been completely taken over by the planet. It seemed to be little more than a dead relic of the past.
Maybe he could rebuild here and create a new base of operations for a new order of Sith. One with new rules and teachings decided upon by him. And not foolish tradition.
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He is very aware. He is also aware that Anakin is not Jedi and with this much dark energy that is a thing that makes him frustrated, angry, and deeply sad - all things he already was, but more.
"I am impressed that so much is so intact, here." Three thousand years is a long, long, time.
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He briefly wondered if the Jedi ever had that sort of problem.
"Your thoughts are full of emotion. Does this place make you uncomfortable? Some Sith have gone insane on darker worlds. The Dark Side grants enormous power but can corrupt a weak mind into insanity."
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Yes, yes it did make him uncomfortable. It made him incredibly uncomfortable.
"I would be surprised if others had not used it as some point in the previous three thousand years."
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That and he might find it somewhat amusing.
"At the Sith tomb in Korriban there was once a regular human who locked himself away inside because he believed he was actually a Sith lord. I'm told he gathered quite the following of others who equally fell to insanity."
Malgus made a few turns to the area where roughly the Sith Council chamber used to be. Larger than the Jedi's council room it was still similar, though one main difference was a throne straight ahead from the door.
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"I'm not entirely surprised." He looked around the room, still uncomfortable but walked away from Malgus and the throne, actually, toward the walls. "Somewhat. Mostly that there was enough imbued into the place for someone force blind to notice."
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And as far as he knows the man and his followers stayed inside the tomb and probably died there. It wasn't as though there was anything in there to really sustain them.
Malgus himself walked up to the throne and sat down on it, reminiscing slightly over his failed attempt to usurp the entire dark council. Though his plan ultimately failed, he did manage to incite some change though it doesn't seem that it lasted over the years.
"I only briefly sat at this Council. Sith politics left much to be desired. So much arguing and disagreeing."
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"Ah, that does make more sense." Not the power of the human, then, but actual weakness allowing corruption, he supposed. He looked up at Malgus on the throne and snorted. "I was on the Jedi Council for a time. Until the end, in fact. We could have used a bit more disagreement, I think. Too much unity is... as deadly as there not being enough."
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"I imagine the Jedi Council was nothing more than peaceful discussions." He said that with a bit of disdain in his voice. The Dark Council usually ended up in disagreements and sometimes those could be fatal.
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Or, well, physically brawl.
...he can think of at least once he deeply wished he'd considered physically brawling with other Council Members. Namely Mace and Yoda.
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And he preferred to be out there in the front lines of battle. Sitting in a chair and barking orders was not ... warrior enough for his tastes. Fighting drove him and helped keep his skills sharp.
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And clumsily worded because, ultimately, this place was killing him.
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Though he does not answer Ben's question, he does give him a look, studying him slightly. He rises from the throne, gesturing with a hand for Obi-Wan to follow as he moves past.
"Where is the current Empire stationed? Do you know where their main base of operations is located?"
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He simply hadn't wanted to know.
He falls into step beside rather than directly behind Malgus, but is still more or less being led.
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"What world would be best suited for you? Though I am unaware of the changes a galaxy can undertake in 3000 years, I imagine due to the circumstances Coruscant is out of the picture. What about Dantooine? Do the Jedi still have their secret enclave there?"
He'll make his way back to the ship not looking back to see if Ben was following mostly because he was sure he'd do so anyway.
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He'd take the ally and he'd take getting the hell out of here. He did want the Emperor dead, this was his best opportunity to make that happen. He wasn't going to argue - or trust it beyond that, because he was not stupid.
"I have no idea what is still intact on Dantooine. He saw heavy action during the war. It's certainly worth a try."
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He'll let Ben fly. He still has a lot of thinking to do. He has no army, little knowledge of the current state things beyond what the holorecords show.
Not to mention the reconditioning done to his mind, though with the Empress dead he probably has little to worry about there. It does haunt him. He should take care of it before facing the new Sith Emperor just in case.
He will not be someone's slave or serve anyone by force. That went against everything he believed in.
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He didn't actually mind piloting. It was the flying part he hated.
"What were you going to do when you got there?"
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"Years before my time, it was said that the Jedi on Dantooine once used the Force to wipe the mind on a Sith. I went seeking their method."
That wasn't all of it, but it was the truth.
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That cannot be right.
Cannot be.
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"Not completely. The Sith in power ... did something to my mind. A reconditioning if you will. Other treatments as well, but I was able to remove those ... a few by force. Cybernetic loyalty chips. Explosive implants. They did everything in their power turn me into a loyal servant. But I would not bow in servitude."
He paused for a brief moment before continuing.
"This was the one part of my body the medical droids could not repair."
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For a moment or two.
They were Sith.
"What is it you need to have removed now?"
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