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Re:《星球大战》:卢克·天行者成为星战里古往今来武力最
九.《绝地的命运》九部曲系列小说——这个系列是星战官方文艺作品里,角色武力的巅峰——时期,60多岁左右的卢克。
历史上最强的绝地卢克·天行者VS“混沌使者”阿贝洛思的(或者说被混沌使者调戏的可爱老正太?)
这时的卢克如果愿意,不通过任何辅助装置,直接用原力灭恒星系应该完全可以做到。
这个系列是星战官方文艺作品里,角色武力的巅峰。
伴随着“黑暗是永恒的”的开篇语:
The darkness was eternal, all-powerful, unchangeable.
She stared into it, unblinking and unafraid. She was determined that it would not claim her. She had resisted it these many years. She would resist it forever, never despairing.
It was unchangeable, but change would take place. The Force said so.
星战世界里武力最强的黑暗面原力使用者/武力最强的女性原力使用者——“混沌使者”阿贝洛思
星战世界里,古往今来武力最强的绝地(没有之一)——卢克·天行者
历史武力最强的西斯之一——身体还没出现濒临崩溃情况,满状态的达斯·克雷特(虽然他在自己主打系列的《传承》漫画里,身体濒临崩溃,武力崩溃式下滑)
通通在该系列里现身银河。
而且此时的绝地武士团虽然人数不过一两百人,但人员素质极高。
卢克比《原力传承》时,原力造诣明显的变化是学得了瞬间空间转移技能:
Fold space
Fold space was a Force power that allowed a Force-user to bend space to instantly transport an object between places. This form of teleportation was used by the Aing-Tii, a mysterious species living on a planet in the Kathol Rift. This technique allowed the wielder to use the Force to teleport any object or possibly one self from one place to another.
In 43.5 ABY, when Jedi Grand Master Luke Skywalker and his son, Jedi Knight Ben Skywalker, visited the Aing-Tii homeworld, Luke was taught the technique by Tadar'Ro. Abeloth utilized this ability while battling an allied force of Sith and Jedi in 44 ABY.
Behind the scenes
Fold space first appeared as an unnamed Force power in the 1998 novel Vision of the Future, written by Timothy Zahn. It was first identified as "Fold space" in the Jedi Academy Training Manual, a supplement for the Star Wars Roleplaying Game, that was released on May 19, 2009
本来他其实能像自己外甥杰森一样,学会有时间穿梭效果的时光漫步技能,不过卢克拒绝了学习时光漫步技能。
《原力传承》里的第二次银河内战虽然持续时间不长、破坏不大,但却起到了压断骆驼脊背的最后一根稻草作用。
随着五千年绝地与西斯的战争对原力流的扰乱,电影时期及其后克隆战争、银河内战、遇战疯战争等所造就的大量生命的痛苦死亡,最终加上[strike]天行者家族家暴录[/strike]第二次银河内战的结果。
使得《绝地的命运》系列大BOSS:
星战世界里武力最强的黑暗面原力使用者/武力最强的女性原力使用者,银河系文明的摧毁者——“混沌使者”阿贝洛思再临银河。
阿贝洛思的出现,逼得卢克对她不敢再留力。
卢克第一次看到阿贝洛思的形象:
“……
The fountain was not just tainted with dark side power, it was imbued with it-as if it were rising up from some deep-buried reservoir of dark side energy that had been building, preparing to blow for not just millennia, but since the beginning of time itself.
The Font of Power was clearly a dark side nexus, and Ryontarr, at least, would understand what that meant. Such nexuses arose as a result of any number of events-all of them bad. Perhaps a powerful user of the dark side had once lived in the valley-or merely been killed there.
Luke gasped and tried to back away, only to discover that he was pulling the vaporous thing along with him. To his astonishment, it appeared to be female, with a large, full-lipped mouth so broad that it reached from ear to ear. Her stubby arms protruded no more than ten centimeters from her shoulders, and in place of fingers, her hands had writhing tentacles so long that they hung down past the rim of the basin.
She was in there, the same familiar presence that had reached out from the Font of power. Luke could feel her in the damp gloom ahead, calling him inside like a lover in need of a visit. But she was hungry and desperate, all appetite and insistence, and he worried that to answer her call was to be devoured by it.
……
(这4段话时有其他描述间隔)
”
即使卢克不留力,阿贝洛思比卢克优势是很明显的
按最后一战看,在阿贝妈不轻敌的情况下,单打独斗使用自己的一个分身就可以灭掉卢克——问题是在阿贝妈调戏卢克正太+玩人神马的玩得过分,最后把自己给玩脱了。
(居然有人评价阿贝妈这方面像金闪闪 = =
虽然这形容某种程度上很贴切,但是……对于这种会使卢克对应变军刀、达斯·克雷特对应变土狼的评价,咱是坚决予以反对 )
最终在绝地、西斯、帝国残余军方、银盟军方群殴下,玩人玩得过分的阿贝洛思在现实世界里的全部分身被摧毁。
这系列另一个让人大跌眼镜的是,《绝地的命运》最后达斯·克雷特出场,联手卢克在消灭阿贝洛思来到“来世阴湖”的分身(这也是目前星战文艺作品里,正面描述最为高端的一场角色对战)
《绝地的命运》把当时满状态的达斯·克雷特的疯狂升级。
虽然……类似对于某重要角色,在其他作品里把之前某段时期的其给疯狂升级,然后设定个理由让他在自己主打作品里疯狂降级这种事并不新鲜。
而且达斯·克雷特在自己主打作品《传承》漫画里一出场,就明确了其身体有问题。不久漫画明着说他身体濒临崩溃,《绝地的命运》把没到身体崩溃时的克雷特给疯狂升级也不是没理由。
不过因为在《传承》漫画里,达斯·克雷特的表现实在太过囧囧有神,《绝地的命运》里对达斯·克雷特的疯狂升级也确实让人跌眼镜。
(这里最大的问题其实倒不是克雷特在《传承》漫画里的疯狂降级,那个用句身体崩溃就能解释。
而且即使是在《传承》漫画里身体濒临崩溃的克雷特,也有超越能发出这种程度攻击者的原力造诣:
问题是,克雷特到底开了什么外挂才能遇战疯战争里变西斯,然后短短二十年前后的时间就飙升到《绝地的命运》里的程度啊 = = ?)
当然从官方设计的角度来说,阿贝洛思的设定实在太强。她再怎么喜欢玩人打架不认真,最后一战也没可能保留。
而为了显示全力以赴的阿贝洛思单个分身超过卢克,必须得想办法强化卢克一方的战力,于是官方想到了未来的克雷特陛下把他疯狂升级了。
《绝地的命运》里阿贝洛思在“来世阴湖”的分身被消灭之战,卢克·天行者+达斯·克雷特VS阿贝洛思
(这也是目前星战文艺作品里,正面描述最为高端的一场角色对战)
此战地点是在“来世阴湖”之中,“来世阴湖”这地点到底是什么官方没给清楚解释,不过按目前描述看——可以理解为星战世界里,生者现实世界与死者亡魂世界的交汇地点吧
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Luke rose out of his body with a jolt, then hung floating above it, staring at the underside of the bunk above. A week passed, or maybe it was a second-he had no idea. Time had no existence outside the body. A heartbeat lasted a week, a lifetime flashed by in an instant. But Luke Skywalker remained, a manifestation of Force essence that embodied mind and form, more real than the material husk he had left strapped in the bunk below.
He exhaled, or imagined himself exhaling, and his connection to his body grew more tenuous. There is no life, there is only the Force. It was the code of the Mind Walkers, an assertion that the corporeal was illusion, that a living being was nothing but a luminous swirl in the Force. And perhaps they were right.
Luke exhaled again, and a purple radiance appeared above, shining down through the crude matter of the upper bunk as though it were a hologram. He reached, and the light came flooding in, filling him with a calm as deep as space. He became the Force, and the Force became him, and he knew only the pure, eternal joy of existence.
Luke called to mind a lake he had once visited, a narrow mountain lake nestled between a granite dome and a boulder-strewn meadow with hummocks of knee-high moss, and he started to walk. Whether the journey took a week or an instant was impossible to say. But then he was there, standing on the shore of the Lake of Apparitions, looking across its still, black waters toward the silver mists that concealed the far end.
There was no silhouette floating in the fog, no half-hidden woman beckoning him onward. Abeloth was nowhere to be seen.
Of course she wasn't. Luke was the one looking for a fight, not Abeloth. She was too busy trying to create her divine family, to transform Ben and Vestara into a twisted version of the Son and the Daughter who had once kept the Balance in the Force. The last thing Abeloth wanted now was to face Luke in a final combat that she just might lose.
But the choice wasn't hers.
Luke stepped into the water and began to wade forward. He did not make any sloshing sounds or disturb the dark surface as he moved. Soon, the hummocks and boulders along the shore began to cast reflections not of themselves, but of the faces of the dead-Wookiees, Barabels, humans, a hundred other species. Their eyes all seemed to be watching Luke as he passed, sometimes showing disappointment when his features did not turn out to be those of a loved one, often lighting in recognition and curiosity as they realized they were looking on the Grand Master of the new Jedi Order.
Many of the faces Luke saw belonged to old friends-Ganner Rhysode, Numa Rar, Tresina Lobi, and a dozen others-but he continued by them without pause. During his four decades as a Jedi, Luke had lost a hundred good friends and more acquaintances than he could count, and he was certain they would understand if he did not have time to stop and greet them all.
Finally, he came to the face he had been looking for-a slender female face framed by auburn hair, with high cheekbones, full lips, and large green eyes. It watched Luke approach with longing, and with growing concern. He stopped beside her and squatted on his heels, waiting for her face to float to the surface, wishing that he were not in such desperate need of the help he was about to request.
As soon as her face broke the surface, she raised her brow and said, "We can't keep meeting like this, Skywalker."
Luke smiled despite himself. "Last time, I promise," he said. "Mara, I need your help."
"There's not much I can do for you anymore," Mara said, looking more disappointed than sorry. "You know that."
"Can you help me draw Abeloth out?"
Mara studied him in silence for a moment, then shook her head. "You can't kill her, Luke. She's one of the Old Ones."
"It doesn't matter what she is," Luke said, more sternly than he had intended. "She's taken Ben."
Mara's eyes went wide, but she said nothing.
Instead it was a scornful voice to Luke's left that spoke. "How did you let that happen?"
Luke turned to find Jacen Solo's gaunt face peering out of the dark waters. "We were trying to stop the cataclysm you caused."
Jacen's lip curled into a sneer. "You Jedi never tire of blaming the Dark Lord for your own failings, do you?"
"My failings have nothing to do with this," Luke said. "You're the one who set Abeloth free."
"Me?" Jacen scoffed. "I was dead."
"Thuruht says you did it when you changed the future," Luke explained. "They say that's how Abeloth is always freed."
Jacen began to look less certain of himself. "Who's Thuruht?"
"The oldest Killik hive," Luke explained. "The one that helped build Centerpoint Station and imprisoned Abeloth the last time she escaped."
"Then you should be talking to Thuruht, not Mara and me," Jacen replied, growing haughty again. "There's nothing we can do. We're dead."
Luke turned back to Mara. "I just need to know her weak points, or how to find her in the Mists of Forgetfulness," he said. "Anything that will help me stop her before she...before she does something terrible to Ben."
Mara's eyes grew glassy with sorrow. "Luke...Jacen is telling the truth this time," she said. "We can't help you."
I can. It was a voice that Luke felt rather than heard, a darkness that pulled at him from behind. And I will.
Luke turned to find the form of a shadow-wrapped human approaching from the shore by which Luke had entered the water, the same shore by which all mortals came to the Lake of Apparitions. The silhouette was tall and broad-shouldered, with a head hooded in darkness and glowing eyes that never seemed to match colors, that went from brown to orange and yellow to blue, that sometimes grew dark as ebony and seemed to be not there at all. As the silhouette drew nearer, it began to resemble a man Luke had seen many years before, a man who had appeared only in his dreams-and always shortly before he awoke feeling uneasy and frightened.
Luke glanced back at Mara, then said, "It's him."
"Who?"
"The man I kept seeing in my dreams, before Jacen turned Sith."
Mara looked confused. "But the man in your dreams was Jacen."
"I thought so," Luke replied. "Who else could it have been?"
He turned back to the figure and saw that the cloaking shadows had coalesced into a suit of dark, spiked armor. The newcomer's right arm seemed a mere ghost, as though he had only a holographic projection where there should have been a limb. And his left eye had become an empty white circle that looked more like a window into another universe than an actual organ. His face was weathered and chiseled, though-with a web of tattoos radiating outward from an angry gaze and deeply etched scowl-he could not be considered handsome. He stopped three paces away and stood staring, as though trying to decide whether to attack Luke or speak to him.
"You," Luke said. It was the man with the tattooed face-the one who had been behind Luke's team in the Manarai Heights Spaceport, and who had later disarmed Yaqeel Saav'etu near Fellowship Plaza. "Who are you?"
"No one whose help you want," Jacen said. "That's the dark man I saw on the Throne of Balance."
"And the only one who can help you," the stranger said. "With the Ones gone, there is only one way to stop Abeloth...Jedi and Sith together."
Luke studied the stranger without answering for a moment, trying to imagine him without the scowl. The man was hardly ugly, but he certainly did not share the Lost Tribe's usual obsession with careful grooming and good looks. And the tattoos were unusual, too. Vestara had claimed that while the Lost Tribe enjoyed painting their bodies with decorative vor'shandi markings, they would never defile themselves with permanent ink. Of course, she might have been lying-it certainly wouldn't have been the only time-but Luke couldn't see how that would have benefited her.
At last, Luke said, "I recognize your face. You've been watching the fight on Coruscant."
"And that surprises you?" the stranger asked. "What happens on Coruscant shapes the fate of the entire galaxy. Of course we are watching. We are always watching."
"Which is how you know so much about Abeloth," Luke surmised. "You have a spy."
"What makes you think there is only one?" the stranger said. "We Sith are legion...as you now know."
Luke shook his head. "If you were Lost Tribe, your appearance would be more refined. And you wouldn't have tattoos."
"Too much talk, Master Skywalker," the stranger said, stepping past Luke. "I came to fight. Let us find her."
Luke turned to follow-and there she was, a gray silhouette just emerging from the Mists of Forgetfulness, her long saffron hair cascading almost down to the water, her tiny pinpoint eyes shining out of sockets as deep as wells.
Luke's hand dropped to his hip, automatically reaching for a lightsaber that did not exist beyond shadows. He tried to continue the motion and bring it up to deliver a blast of Force energy, but Abeloth had already launched her own attack by then, delivering a bolt of Force lightning that blasted straight through the stranger into Luke. He felt himself fly backward, consumed by pain, his entire being a column of blue, crackling Force flame.
* * *
…………
The white points at the bottom of Abeloth's eyes flared into nests of blue lightning, which kept growing larger and flashing brighter until they finally spilled out of the sockets to engulf her whole head. Luke hurled another blast of Force energy in her direction, then braced himself to take the most devastating counterattack yet. The counterattack never came.
Instead, the Force blast rocked Abeloth up on one leg, where she hung teetering over the Lake of Apparitions for a thousand heartbeats. Luke's chest was a searing ache around a fist-sized scorch hole, and his Force essence was bleeding out from a dozen smaller wounds, leaving a crescent of twinkling light spread across the dark water. He sprang anyway.
Abeloth only seemed to sag, and it appeared that she might tumble into the water in the eternity it was taking to reach her. But that would have been too easy. Luke and the Sith stranger had been hurling Force attacks at her for a lifetime-or perhaps it was a mere eyeblink-and this was the first time she had shown any reaction.
Then Luke was there at Abeloth's side, stomp-kicking her legs, knife-handing her throat, grabbing for her head. It was like cotton striking gauze-no popping ligaments or crunching cartilage, just Force essence pushing into Force essence. But the damage was done. Luke's foot went through Abeloth's knee; her leg buckled. His hand sank into her larynx, and she drew back wheezing.
He pivoted around behind her, swinging one arm around her shoulder and grabbing for her chin, slipping the other arm up under hers and pressing his wrist into her neck. But grappling was different beyond shadows. There were no pressure points or joint locks or choke holds, only his presence merging with hers, binding him to her in a writhing knot of energy.
Tentacles began to lash at his face, probing for his nose and ears and mouth. A pair of gray tips shot into view, blurring and growing large. Luke closed both eyes and turned away, but not quickly enough. The right eye socket exploded in pain, and everything went dark on that side of his head.
The tattooed stranger stepped in from the left, then slid to the front and drove his stiffened fingers deep into the pit of Abeloth's stomach. A black spray erupted from the wound, and she writhed in pain as the stranger probed for something to grab.
Abeloth loosed a Force blast, trying to drive the stranger off. He held tight. So did Luke, and all three went tumbling across the lake in a snarled mass of limbs and tentacles.
Then Luke felt an icy twinge between his shoulder blades. The twinge became a sting, and he began to feel something cold flowing down the center of his back. His first thought was Abeloth, that she had sunk a tentacle into his spine-until the lashing of her tentacles slowed and she began to shudder.
Luke did not understand until an eternity later, when the stranger rolled up on his feet and jerked them all to a halt. The Sith seemed to be growing stronger as Abeloth grew weaker, and there were wisps of dark fume swirling off his shoulders and head. It did not take a Jedi Grand Master to understand that Luke was being betrayed by a Force-draining technique.
Still holding Abeloth tight, Luke shifted his hips, rolling them both onto their sides, and kicked a foot through the stranger's knee. The joint buckled, and the Sith dropped onto the surface of the dark water, still on the opposite side of Abeloth from Luke.
"I'll release her!" Luke warned.
"Abeloth?" The stranger shook his head. "Never."
Despite the Sith's words, the cold stinging inside began to subside, and Luke realized the stranger was not pulling as hard. Abeloth continued to struggle, slipping a pair of tentacles around Luke's throat and trying to tear herself free. But she was growing weak faster than Luke.
The draining seemed to continue for days; then the stranger threw back his head and screamed in anguish, and it suddenly seemed that only a breath had passed. Shiny black Force energy began to pour from the Sith's wounds into the lake, spreading outward around them in an oily slick so hot the water began to steam and hiss. Still, the stranger continued to drain Abeloth, and Luke realized that he was not being betrayed-the Sith was suffering as much damage from the attack as was Luke.
Abeloth whipped her chin free of Luke's hand, ripping the energy knot where they had joined and sending a sparkling line of both of their Force essences splattering across the surface of the lake. She began to roll her head around, gnashing and spitting, trying to sink her fangs into Luke's arm or the stranger's-anything she could reach.
Luke slipped his arm down around her throat and pulled hard, merging his form into hers, doing his best to keep her under control.
"Keep going," Luke urged the stranger. "Pull harder!"
…………
Abeloth lay tangled in Luke's arms, a writhing mass of Force energy that had suddenly gone limp a second or a day ago, only to explode an hour or a nanosecond later into a flailing tempest that had sent them all rolling and bouncing across the Lake of Apparition's dark waters. The stranger was tumbling with them, his hand still buried in Abeloth's chest, now wailing in agony as gleaming black Force energy steamed from his wounds.
They bounced so close to the shore, Luke grew worried that Abeloth was trying to carry them away from the lake into some new place beyond shadows. And then what? His back hit the water again, and he spun them all around so that his feet were toward the shore. He planted his feet against a moss hummock and kicked off-and sent them all somersaulting back toward the center of the lake. Abeloth stopped struggling and seemed to shrink in his arms, and Luke dared to think that maybe, just maybe she had finally lost hope, that they had exhausted her to the point that she was no longer capable of fighting.
Then she was gone, leaving the stranger and Luke with nothing between them but twenty centimeters of space and the stump of the Sith's hand, now pointed at Luke's chest and still drawing Force energy, draining it not from Abeloth now, but directly from Luke.
They stayed like that for an eternity, a void of cold nothingness growing inside Luke as the stranger continued to hang in the air above, draining him. It seemed to Luke that the Sith's betrayal was premature, that they at least ought to make certain Abeloth was truly dead before they turned to fighting each other...but that was not the way Sith did things.
Luke started to bring his hand up, intending to hit the stranger with a Force blast. But before he could loose it, the Sith's feet dropped to the water's surface, and he raised his stump and pointed toward the far end of the lake.
"There!"
Luke craned his neck and saw Abeloth's silhouette backing into the Mists of Forgetfulness-with the stranger's wrist still protruding from her chest.
"Stop her!" Luke yelled. "If she disappears into that fog..."
Luke left the sentence unfinished as a fountain of oily black Force energy erupted from the protruding wrist. Abeloth's mouth gaped open, and her piercing shriek broke over the lake, reverberating across the water like a clap of thunder. Luke glanced over and saw the stranger standing beside him, pointing in her direction, using the Force to draw his missing hand back toward its stump.
Abeloth did not come dancing in to counterattack, did not even try to stand off defensively and weaken them with a blast of Force lightning. She did not have time for such tactics. Luke doubted she would have fled the battle in the first place if she were not already dying, and with her Force essence gushing out of her like a geyser, she had to attack now.
And she did.
In the next thought Abeloth was simply there in front of the stranger, driving a ball of tentacles deep into him. Luke sprang forward to help-and felt a blistering iciness slide deep into his own chest. His entire right side flared into cold anguish, and the tentacles began to dig and grab, tearing him apart inside in a way no lightsaber or blaster ever could.
Luke attacked anyway, driving an elbow strike into the side of her head. As before, there was no crunching, no physical sense of impact, only Force energy plowing through Force energy, sending waves of pain and damage rolling through them both. Luke sensed his elbow come free as it pushed out the other side of Abeloth's head. Then she simply fell away, her still-balled tentacles tearing free of both Luke and the stranger...each clutching a handful of dripping, pulsing Force essence.
The stranger collapsed with a gaping hole in his chest. Luke felt his own form grow limp and weak, and he sensed his mouth falling open to scream, then his whole body was falling, weak and aching for breath.
Jaina had heard death screams many times before, on battlefields from Anthus to Zelaba, and they had one thing in common: death screams always contained as much surprise as pain, as much anger and disbelief as sorrow. It was as though men meeting a violent end could never quite believe what was happening, that they had finally met a fighter who was better and luckier than they were. Or maybe it was death itself they were cursing, angry at how it preferred to cheat great warriors of their lives rather than take them in a fair fight. Jaina couldn't be sure of the feelings behind the scream, but she knew one thing for certain-a death scream was always raw and loud.
And that was the kind of scream she had just heard from the Rude Awakening's medbay, where Luke had strapped in his body before he went beyond shadows.
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Chapter Thirty-Three
The Lake of Apparitions was neither warm nor cold, still nor roiling. It simply was, beyond time and sensation, beyond fear or desire or duty. It embodied surrender and attainment, death and immortality, and Luke had never felt more ready to slip below its dark surface and join his beloved Mara, to wrap himself in her liquid embrace and let the Depths of Eternity wash away the anguish of his wounds, the ache of his lonely despair.
But something would not let him sink.
He lay on the water for a year or a minute, hurt and exhausted, watching Abeloth's pale form vanish. Her eyes were empty and dark, her tentacles curled into loose balls. Her golden hair was fanned about her head in a floating halo, and she did not seem to be sinking so much as merely shrinking. Luke continued to watch as she dwindled to the size of a thigh, a foot, a finger, then a mere sliver that seemed to hang below him, wavering and flickering, before it finally slipped from sight.
And still Luke did not sink. He was too weak to rise, and he could feel nothing of himself except the aching void Abeloth had torn in his chest. It occurred to him that he might well be dying, and it was not a thought that brought him any fear. Even if his life had not been as long as Yoda's, it had been a good one filled with close friends and much-loved family. He had been of some small service, at least, to his fellow sentient beings. And in the new Jedi Order, he had rekindled a light that had once gone out in the galaxy. He had few regrets for anything he had done, and if the time had come to let another Jedi carry the torch, he was ready.
"Not yet, Skywalker."
The voice was warm and familiar, and it came from beside Luke. He turned to find Mara's face breaking the surface of the water. Then he saw a hand gripping the back of his biceps and realized that she was floating beneath him, preventing him from sinking.
"Mara, it's okay," Luke said. "I'm ready. I want to be with you."
"Too bad." He felt his upper body rising as she tried to push him upward. "I don't want to be with you-not here, not yet."
"What?" Luke asked, feeling more confused than resentful. "Mara, I'm wounded???...???badly. Abeloth took something out of me."
"She wounded him, too." Mara's other hand rose out of the water and pointed past Luke's head, toward the tattooed Sith who had helped Luke kill Abeloth. The stranger was on his feet, limping toward the far shore with both hands clutched to his chest. "If he can do it, so can you."
Luke forced himself to sit upright. The effort made his head spin and his whole being ache, but he refused to collapse back into the water. He had no idea of the Sith's true identity, but it did not seem wise to let him return to the physical galaxy alone.
"That's ridiculous. Their injuries may be different." This voice came from Luke's other side, sinister and cajoling???...???and also familiar. "Besides, Sith are stronger. They have the dark side."
"Who is he?" Luke asked, turning to find Jacen looking up from the water on his other side. "You know, don't you?"
"I told you," Jacen replied. "He's the one I saw sitting on the Throne of Balance."
"The dark man of your vision?" Luke asked. This was the best opportunity he would ever have to learn for certain why Jacen had turned to the dark side, and he was determined to take advantage of it. "The one you sacrificed yourself to stop?"
"I saw only one," Jacen replied. "And you're letting him win."
Luke shook his head. "He can't win, Jacen. Whatever damage you caused to the Force, you accomplished that much. The Sith will never rule the galaxy???...???not now."
The tattooed man stopped and whirled, and Luke found himself preparing to dodge a fork of Force lightning. But the stranger was in no better shape to fight than Luke. He had a gaping wound in his chest, just like Luke, and Luke could see that his entire form was shuddering. Instead of attacking, the Sith just stood staring at them, one eye shining yellow and the other an empty socket, his right arm a useless ghost of a limb.
Then, after an eternity that might have been a mere second, he said, "You must not be so certain of yourself, Master Skywalker. You may think you have stopped the Sith, but you know nothing of us???...???nothing at all."
"I know that Jacen changed the future," Luke retorted. "And you know it, too-or you wouldn't have been here to help me fight Abeloth."
The stranger dipped his chin in acknowledgment. "There is that," he said. "But can you be sure the change will last? Perhaps Caedus did not change the future. Perhaps he only delayed it."
Luke felt his energy and his determination come rushing back. "I guess that remains to be seen, doesn't it?"
A slow grin crept across the stranger's mouth. "Indeed it does." He turned and began to limp away. "And we shall see, Master Skywalker. I promise you that."
Luke returned to his feet and stood watching, until the stranger finally stepped onto the shore and vanished. The man was barely gone before Jacen spoke again, this time from the water in front of Luke.
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卢克你真有跟你老爹的[strike]基友[/strike]师父搅基的天赋,欧比万、帕尔帕廷、克雷特你都搅过了。
《星球大战:传承》漫画目前翻译的部分
http://www.sarabalst.com/2b/read.php?tid=835136&fpage=2
达斯·克雷特,在此漫画中权势达到人生顶峰。
但是因为其此时百年前的旧患发作,身体濒临崩溃。所以(至少在此漫画中大部分时期)其武力是处于崩溃式大幅度下降状态,因此上演了多次龙游潜水遭虾戏,虎落平阳被犬欺的囧场面。
基本上卢克自从进入中年后,就已经是自己时期无敌状态了。
只不过官方为了防止他的战力太过破坏平衡,给了他个先是恐惧使用过强原力,后来虽然不再恐惧使用过强原力但对生命富有同情,遇对手喜欢过度留力的特点,这导致一定程度上对卢克的低估。
在《绝地的命运》对抗阿贝洛思之役后,卢克星战历史上武力最强绝地的定位可以确定。
其实我是觉得,《绝地的命运》如果是以卢克与阿贝洛思同归于尽为结局很不错——毕竟卢克的级别升得已经太夸张了,可惜卢卡斯不放手,所以卢克君估计还得继续打怪刷BOSS之路(不过……真还有能在他面前称BOSS的么?)。
恩,这贴的用处是叙述,细节争论不想详细做,差不多就到这结束吧。
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