Palpy Vs. Yoda (With a twist) SPOILERS POSSIBLE!!!!

[Molyneux]

To put it shortly -

Jedi = samurai.
Sith = ninja.

At least, judging by their respective codes, that's the impression I got...

[CDiehl]

I simply imagined Yoda turning to the Dark Side to slay Palpatine as analogous to Gandalf in LotR using the One Ring to defeat Sauron; were he to do so, he would win, but he would become as bad or worse a Dark Lord as Sauron. I just think that if he let out all the anger and pain I'm sure his centuries of experience have brought him, it would be virtually impossible for him shove that monster back in its cage.

[Guardsman Bass]

If that is indeed the case (the dark side clouds the light) then you're saying yoda could be surrounded by 50 sith warriors and not sense a darn thing?


Also, Obi Wan sensed Vader in the OT.

So is essence dark side is > than light side in terms of satisfaction, and if indeed, that is the case, why isn't there a large number of dark jedi IN THE MOVIES? I mean as far as humans are concerned, quick and easy rules the day, now let me turn into McDonald's and use my palm to pay my bills......

A) Dark Side users had a real good reason to learn how to not be found, after getting their asses handed to them by the Jedi thousands of years before. But they're not as good as Palpatine. Palpatine could keep himself hidden. His two pawns were quickly identified as Sith when they showed themselves.

B) Darth Vader isn't Palpatine. And Vader's not exactly known for being subtle about his Force usage. Just ask Admiral Ozzel and Captain Needa. And he had no reason to hide his Force powers in the late Imperial era, especially being the Emperor's very-visible enforcer.

C) The Jedi had created thousands of years of tradition and testing to snatch up all the good Force users they could, and keep the bad apples from researching and using the Force. They probably did their absolute best to keep all knowledge of the Force locked up within the Order. (The Sith were secretive about the Force as well. Albeit for slightly different reasons.) This is probably why the Jedi went from being a well-known fact of life in the Republic era, and dismissed as a superstition inside the space of a generation.

True, and in fact, that is probably what their perception, at least to the majority of the populace was- basically of how we would think of a group of secretive wizards.

[lance]

My theory is that the dark side is easier for a quick boost, but platoes faster than the light side would, it being a slow, but steady rise to power.

[Stofsk]

To put it shortly -

Jedi = samurai.
Sith = ninja.

At least, judging by their respective codes, that's the impression I got...

WTF? Ninja are nothing like Sith. Thematically, stylistically, aesthetically...

Also, ninja and samurai are more alike than you know. It's not some box you segregate people into and label them 'a' or 'b' and not 'a AND b'.

[NecronLord]

When Dooku commented on an enraged Yoda tearing through any living force-user, was it a short quote? Could you post it?

No. It is long. But I can post it anyway.

Dark Rendevous, P. 297-306.

Yoda looked down at the floor, making little patterns in the air with his stick. "Something real, tell me about. Show me another way we can end this war. Tell me something Dooku knows that Yoda does not." The Count looked at Yoda, baffled. "Come across the galaxy I have for one thing, Dooku."
"Yes, Master?" Dooku said, hating the words as soon as they were out of his mouth. He had only one master now, and a jealous one.
"Obvious is it not, Dooku?" And then Yoda was doing it to him again - the world turned inside out as Yoda said, "Turn me, Dooku. I beg you. Show me the greatness of the dark side."

[...]

"You want me to tell you about the power of the dark side?" Dooku said wonderingly.
Yoda had the dragon's eyes again: half closed, gleaming under heavy lids. "Strong, strong the dark side is in this place," he murmered. "Touch it you can, like a serpent's belly sliding under your hand. Taste it, like blood in the air... Tell me of the dark side, apprentice."
"I'm not your apprentice anymore," Dooku said.
Yoda snuffled: laughed: stirred the air with his crooked stick. "You think Yoda stops teching, just because his student does not want to hear? Yoda a teacher is. Yoda teaches like drunkards drink. Like killers kill," he said softly. "But now you be the teacher, Dooku. Tell me: is it hard to find the power of the dark side?"
"No. The lore of the Sith - that is another matter, but to touch the power of the dark side, to begin to know it, all you have to do is ... allow yourself. Relax. We carry the dark side within ourselves," Dooku said. "Surely you must know that by now. Surely even Yoda has felt it. Half of life, dark to balance light, waits inside you like an orpha. Waiting to be welcomed home.
"We all desire, Yoda. We all fear. We are all beset. A jedi learns to supress these things: to ignore these things: to pretend they don't exist, or if they do, they apply to someone else, not us. Not the pure. Not the protectors." Dooku found himself beginning to pace. "To know the dark side is merely to stop lying. Stop pretending you don't want what you want. Stop pretending you don't fear what you fear. Half the day is night, Master Yoda. To see truly, you have to learn to see in the dark."
"Mmmmmmmm." Yoda hummed and grunted, eyes nearly closed now. "The dark side, power would give me."

"Power over all. When you understand your own evils and the evils of others, it makes them pitifully easy to manipulate. It's another kind of push-feather," the Count said. "The dark side will sow you the stiff places in a being. His dreads and his needs. The Dark side gives you the keys to him."
"Hmph. Very find that is, but Yoda has power," the ancient Master said, examining his hairy tos. "I live in a palace bigger than this one, if I count the Temple as a palace. Dooku is a master of armies: but Yoda is a master of armies, too. So far, we are even."
"Is there such a thing as too much power?" Dooku mused. "For instance," he continued carefully, "there was a day when your power was clearly greater than mine. Today, however, I have waxed as you have waned. You stand in my citadel. I have at my command servants and droids and great powers of my own that I think would overwhelm even you. It is possible that at a single word, I could have you killed. And without you, how long would those dear to you last? I could have them, one by one: Mace and Iron Hand, Obi-Wan and precious young Skywalker too. Surely you would feel safer if this were not so."
Yoda cocked his head to one side. "Like Anakin, you do not?"
"Perhaps he reminds me too much of myself at the same age. Arrogant. Impulsive. Proud. I realise humility is high among the Enforced Virtue, the ones no one aquires by choice; but that being said, if Fate is looking for an instrument to humble young Skywalker, I confess myself willing to volunteer."
Yoda reached behind his back with his stick, trying to scratch a spot just between his shoulder blades. "Power over beings, need I not. What else can it give me, this dark side of your?
"What game are you playing here, Master Yoda?
Yoda smiled at the use of the term Master - curse him - and shrugged. "No game. Wasteful, this war is. Even you agree. Sent you the candle, did I: you know there can be coming home for you. Know this, both of us do, and if come back to the Temple you wish, I will take you there."
"Very kind," Dooku said dryly. "Decent of you to give me an arm to lean on."
"Always catch you will I, when you fall," Yoda said. "I swore it."
Dooku flinched as if stung.
"But another way to solve the war there is. If you will not join with me, perhaps join with you I should. Tell me more," Yoda said testily. "If power over beings need I not, what else can your dark side do for me?"
"What do you want," Dooku snapped. "Tell me what you want and I will show you how the dark side can help you achieve it. Do you want frinds? The dark side can compel them for you. Lovers? The dark side understands passion in a way you never have. Do you want riches - endless life - deep wisdom...?"
"I want..." Yoda held up the flower in his hand and took another sniff. "I want a rose."
"Be serious," Dooku snapped impatiently.
"Serious am I!" Yoda cried. He bounced to his feet. Standing on the desktop he was almost as tall as Dooku. He held the flower imperiously toward his former pupil. "Another rose, make for me!"
"The dark side springs from the heart," Dooku said. "It isn't a handbook for cheap conjouror's tricks."
"But like this trick do I!" Yoda said. "The trick that brings the flower from the ground. The trick that sets the sun on fire."
"The force is not magic. I can't create a flower out of thin air. Nobody can - not you, not the Lord of the Sith."
Yoda blinked. "My force does. Binds every living thing, the force I understand."
"Master, these are games of words. The Force is as it has always been. the dark side is not a different energy. To use it is only to open yourself to new ways to command that energy, that have to do with the hearts of beings. Want something else. Want power."
"Power have I."
"Want wealth."
"Wealth I need not."
"Want to be safe," Dooku said in frustration. "Want to be free from fear!"
"I will never be safe," Yoda said. He turned away from Dooku, a shapeless bundle under a battered, acid-eaten cloak. "The universe is large and very dark: that is the truth. What I love, taken from me will be, late or soon: and no power is there, dark or light, that can save me. Murdered, Jai Maruk was when the looking after him I had; and Maks Leem; and all the many, more Jeid I have lost. My family they were."
"So be angy about that!" Dooku said. "Hate! Rage! Despair! Allow yourself, just once, to stop playing the game of Jedi Knight, and admit what you have always known: you are alone, and you are great, and when the world strikes you it is better to strike back than turn your cheek. Feel, Yoda! I can feel the darkness rising within you. Here, in this place, be honest for once and feel the truth about yourself."
At this moment, Yoda turned, and Dooku gasped. Whether it was the play of the holomonitors, beaming their views of bleak space and distant battles, or some other trick of the light, Yoda's face was deeply hidden in the shadows, and for one terrible instant, he looked exactly like Darth Sidious. Or rather, it was Yoda as he might have been, or could yet become: a Yoda gone rotten, a Yoda whose awesome powers had been utterly unleashed by his connection to the dark side. In a flash Dooku saw how foolish he had been, trying to urge the old Master to the dark side. If Yoda ever turned that way, Sidious himself would be annihilated. The universe had yet to comprehend the kind of evil that a Jedi Knight of nearly nine hundred years could wield.
From the shadows, Yoda spoke. "Disappointment like I not, apprentice," he snarled, in a wicked, wicked voice. "Give me my rose!"

Pretty straight forward. If Yoda turns Dark Sidious will be annihilated.