For Starkiller, I won't be using his video game feats, but instead his novel feats.
Lightsaber skill:
The Skywalker duo
Anakin Skywalker was a Djem So master, the finest Count Dooku had ever seen (this would include the likes of Plo Koon).
Skywalker's Shien ready-stance had been a ruse, as had his Ataru gymnastics; the boy was a Djem So stylist, and as fine a one as Dooku had ever seen. His own elegant Makashi simply did not generate the kinetic power to meet Djem So head-to-head. Especially not while also defending against a second attacker.
- Source: Revenge of the Sith
He's consistently provided a great challenge to Dooku even before his prime (The Clone Wars) and Dooku was stated to have been equals to the likes of Mace Windu.
Among the other Jedi, perhaps only Mace Windu would have been his (Count Dooku)
equal on neutral ground.
- Source: Yoda: Dark Rendezvous
Anakin has also consistently defeated skilled Sith Assassin Asajj Ventress, sometimes even outright stomping her.
Anakin has also beaten Battlemaster Cin Drallig without much effort. This is impressive, because Battlemasters are known to have mastered every form of lightsaber combat.
Stone-faced, Obi-Wan watched younglings run into the room, fleeing a storm of blasterfire; he watched Cin Drallig and a pair of teenage Padawans—was that Whie, the boy Yoda had brought to Vjun?—backing into the scene, blades whirling, cutting down the advancing clone troopers with deflected bolts.
He watched a lightsaber blade flick into the shot, cutting down first one Padawan, then the other. He watched the brisk stride of a caped figure who hacked through Drallig's shoulder, then stood aside as the old Troll fell dying to let the rest of the clones blast the children to shreds.
Obi-Wan's expression never flickered. He opened himself to what he was about to see; he was prepared, and centered, and trusting in the Force, and yet... Then the caped man turned to meet a cloaked figure behind him, and he was—
He was—
Obi-Wan, staring, wished that he had the strength to rip his eyes out of his head. But even blind, he would see this forever. He would see his friend, his student, his brother, turn and kneel in front of a black-cloaked Lord of the Sith.
- Source: Revenge of the Sith
It was also said that Anakin Skywalker was the better fighter than Obi-Wan Kenobi.
The ease with which Kenobi had taken command of the situation was frightening. More frightening was the fact that of the two, Skywalker was reportedly the greater warrior.
- Source: Revenge of the Sith
Luke Skywalker was arguably almost as skilled as his father. Luke was also a practitioner of Form V Djem So.
He had very impressive dueling skill, able to mirror and match Vader's skill by the time of Return of the Jedi, partly because of his adaptability.
By the time of the Battle of Endor, Luke Skywalker had studied some lightsaber technique from Obi-Wan’s journal and greatly advanced his abilities. Without a master, such advancement would have been impossible for most, but Skywalker’s unparalleled aptitude makes him a match for Darth Vader in their fateful duel onboard the second Death Star[…] and his lightsaber technique is so superb that he is able to duel the Dark Lord on even footing - and finally able to defeat a man who is a powerful living product of the ancient Jedi sword traditions from time immemorial. Such an achievement with little formal training is a testament to Skywalker’s innate abilities and instinctive skill.
- Source: Fightsaber
Luke without training was capable of defending against two magnaguards, droids capable of taking down Jedi Knights.
Overall, the Skywalker duo are great duelists, Anakin being equal to Mace and Dooku in that regard, if you ask me.
Revan and Starkiller
I'll try not to use repeats, meaning I'll try to find different accomplishments for Revan that I didn't use on Vader vs Revan.
Revan was highly proficient in all forms of lightsaber combat.
"...though he was skilled in all of them - he was always more of a generalist than a specialist."
- Source: Drew Karpyshyn (Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan Author)
Revan has also defeated the likes of Malak in a lightsaber duel, way before his prime.
"Malak sees Lord Revan as soft, resulting in a tension that culminates in a lightsaber duel; Malak loses his lower jaw to Revan's blade, necessitating a metallic jaw guard."
- Source: Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic Campaign Guide
Revan also defeated the Legendary Mandalore the Ultimate in single combat.
"In battle after battle, Revan had led the Jedi and Republic forces to victory. Realizing defeat was inevitable, Mandalore the Ultimate had challenge Revan to single combat, and Revan had accepted. Though the Mandalorian fought valiantly, in the end he was no match for the Jedi Order's most powerful champion."
- Source: Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan
Galen Marek AKA Starkiller, was also a great lightsaber duelist, capable of contending with the likes of Shaak Ti and Darth Vader.
“You reek of that coward Vader,” she said, unfurling her legs and standing in one smooth movement. Her horn-like montrals framed her red-skinned face like an elaborate headdress. The white oval patches around her eyes gave her a slightly startled look, but the apprentice was under no illusion that he had surprised her. She was dressed in the fashion of the Felucians, in a garment made of vegetable material—some still living, judging by the mossy sheen on her belt—and bone. Her striped lekku hung well out of the way down her back, adorned by ribbons and decorative tassels.
He raised the tip of his lightsaber in challenge, but still she didn’t reach for hers.
“My Master is not a coward,” he said.
“Then why are you here in his place?” she asked with a knowing smile. “Welcome to the Ancient Abyss, a place of sacrifice since time immemorial.”
He smiled, letting anger fuel his hatred for her and for all that the Jedi represented. With the dark side behind him, he reached out for the mind of the sarlacc and goaded it to lash out at her.
All the creature did was roar. It resisted him, he realized, with her help.
She smiled in mockery. “Are you prepared to meet your fate?”
Then her lightsaber was lit and she was spinning through the air toward him, striking downward as she fell.
The apprentice simultaneously backflipped and blocked her opening blow. The force of it surprised him, and the recoil threw him backward. His hood caught on one of the sarlacc’s teeth, and he tore it impatiently away before the snag could interfere with his defense. Shaak Ti’s lightsaber was a jagged blue blur between them. He blocked her as best he could until he had his balance again.
Then he jumped. Over her he spun and fell down two layers of teeth toward the mouth of the sarlacc. From there he jumped up again, angling away from her to avoid giving the Jedi the advantage of height, but she was there ahead of him, driving him back down with a series of blows so rapid he barely caught them all.
In desperation, he summoned a bolt of Sith lightning and sent it down, into the flesh of the sarlacc. The beast roared and shook, giving him the opening he needed. Shaak Ti’s right foot slipped, forcing her to flip elegantly out of reach of his blade. He leapt after her, swinging as he came.
The fight progressed around the sarlacc’s center rings, blow and counterblow accompanied by the roaring of the beast. The apprentice cut off teeth and threw the fragments at his adversary’s head. In return she took tighter control of the beast’s distributed intelligence and sent its food-seeking tentacles flailing for him. He repulsed them and fought on.
Down they drove each other, closer and closer to the very lip of the creature’s enormous mouth. The air was foul down there, heavy with digestive by-products and the stink of rotting meat. Ghastly exhalations rolled over them as the sarlacc roared on. The apprentice was running out of teeth to sever, so he resorted more and more frequently to Sith lightning and random slashes of his lightsaber to keep it twitching underfoot. Thick ichor leaking out of the wounds made the footing even more treacherous.
“You can’t keep this up forever,” he taunted Shaak Ti as they dueled.
“Neither can you,” she said. “You are wasting your strength too quickly.”
“The dark side is inexhaustible.”
“Your strength is prodigious,” she admitted, “but that is your doing. Light, dark—” She paused to aim a blow at his head that he barely deflected. “They are just directions. Do not be fooled that you stand on anything other than your own two feet.”
He slashed at her own feet as they spun by overhead and sent one of her ribbons twirling down into the sarlacc’s gaping mouth. “Spare me the philosophy lesson, Jedi,” he snarled. “I’m only here for your blood.”
“And you may yet have it, or I yours.”
On her last three words, she struck three blows that each partially found their mark. The first burned a sizzling line down the apprentice’s left shoulder. The second scored diagonally across his chest. The third would have skewered his right eye had he not held her back at the last minute with a desperate telekinetic block that stopped her lightsaber barely a millimeter from his skin. He could feel his eyelashes and eyebrows burning. The right side of his sight was entirely blue.
She gasped and staggered backward. Her lightsaber and her gaze dropped. A full half meter of red blade emerged from her stomach, then the rest came free with a hiss.
He backed away, shocked by how close he had come to death and how lucky he had been to defeat her. He had raised his lightsaber by reflex. She had, in the desperation of her final assault, practically thrown herself on the blade. Perhaps she had meant for the two of them to defeat each other at the same time.
Her weakening fingers let go of her lightsaber, which deactivated with a click as it spun away into the sarlacc’s mouth. She didn’t look angry, just weary and in pain. Her red skin was suddenly very pale.
He feinted toward her, but she didn’t react in any way, except to look at him.
“You are Vader’s slave,” she breathed, “but your power is wasted with him. You could be so much more.”
“You’ll never convince me to betray my Master.” He was shocked that she would try such a weak gambit again. Were these the depths to which the Jedi had sunk?
“Poor boy.” She winced. “The Sith always betray one another—but I’m sure you’ll learn that—soon enough—”
There was pity in her eyes as they rolled up into her head. She went limp and fell back into the mouth of the sarlacc. The apprentice reached out halfheartedly to catch her body, but was too slow. A second later, he wished that he had tried harder.
A huge explosion of Force energy threw him bodily off his feet. The sarlacc went berserk. Its tentacles lashed out at him and its surface quaked violently, trying to toss him into its waiting maw. He dodged the tentacles’ frenzied lunges as best he could and dived for safety onto the town street.
Out of the sarlacc’s reach, he lay facedown for a moment on the heaving ground. He was dusty, bleeding, and sore all over, but he was alive. Slowly, gingerly, testing every limb for grazes and cuts that might become infected in Felucia’s febrile air, he rolled over onto his back.
And found himself in the center of a ring of Felucians. There must have been fifty of them—warriors, shamans, and rancor riders standing alongside parents, children, and mushroom farmers. Their faces were hidden by their headdresses; he couldn’t read their intent. But the Force swirled around them in thick, turbulent currents. Shaak Ti’s death affected them deeply, so profoundly entangled had she become in the energy flows of the world.
Well, good, he thought. She was responsible for the planet’s imbalance. With her gone, maybe the dark side could reassert itself and the natural rhythms of life resume.
- Source: The Force Unleashed
Galen Marek also defeated PROXY while PROXY was using Obi-Wan Kenobi's module. This is impressive, because PROXY is able to mirror the skill of people he transforms into.
Even as he mulled over this new development, a familiar snap-hiss sounded to his right and a glowing blue-white blade sprang into life in a dark corner of the hangar. A brown-robed figure ran forward, weapon raised.
Instantly in a fighting crouch, the apprentice brought his own blade up to block the blow, teeth bared in a delighted snarl.
He and his adversary held the pose for a bare second, lightsabers locked across their chests. The apprentice quickly sized up the being who had attacked him. Human male, fair-haired and bearded, with calm, serious eyes and a firm set to his jaw. Anyone within living memory of the Clone Wars—or possessing free access to the Jedi Archives—would have recognized him immediately.
Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, High General of the Galactic Republic and master of the Soresu form of lightsaber combat, slid his deadly blade down and to the right, ducking at the same time to avoid the inevitable countersweep. Sparks flew as the apprentice Force-leapt high into the air and landed with perfect agility on top of a stack of crates. He reached out with his cupped left hand and swept a metal tool kit across the hangar bay, toward his opponent’s head. Kenobi ducked and leapt up after him, deflecting a flurry of blows that would have left an ordinary man in pieces, then responding with a sweep of his own that sent the apprentice dodging backward, jumping from one stack to another in temporary retreat.
So the duel proceeded for almost a minute, with Kenobi and the apprentice dancing like acrobatic Gados from stack to stack, lightsabers spinning and clashing, racks and tools turned into temporary weapons as they hurled themselves from one to the other. The racket was enormous, and the threat very real. Kenobi slashed a new rip in the sleeve of the apprentice’s combat suit with a move that would have taken his arm off at the elbow had he not moved in time. Twice he felt rather than saw the Jedi’s blade sweep over his head.
The apprentice wasn’t afraid of dying. His only fear was of failing his Master, and that fear he put to good use. The dark side rushed through him, made him strong and resilient. He felt more powerful than he ever had before.
Vader was sending him to hunt one of his old foes—and how better to warm up for the mission than by killing the man who had once been among the most famous Jedi in the galaxy?
Alive with murderous intent, the apprentice rushed forward, his red blade swinging, to finish the job.
- Source: The Force Unleashed
In my view, Galen Marek is the weakest duelist here, though he is still incredibly skilled. While Revan possesses a greater technical skill over Luke, I feel Luke's adaptability and inherent potential would help him swing a lightsaber only scenario in his favour. Without a doubt Anakin is the greatest lightsaber duelist in this match.
Lightsaber skill = The Skywalker duo
Force Abilities:
The Skywalker duo
Anakin Skywalker was an incredibly powerful individual, though he was always quite blunt with his use of the force.
He has showcased his raw power several times, breaking through the barrier of the Legendary Count Dooku and being able to use great destructive power against Separatist vehicles. He was also able to completely dominate Bariss Offee with his use of the force.
When realising his true potential, Anakin becomes unstoppable. He was able to control the Son and the Daughter, physical manifestations of the Light and Dark side of the force. It should be noted though that realising his potential isn't something he can do anytime he wants.
Luke Skywalker possessed a lot of the potential Anakin had, thus he was also quite the powerhouse.
He was capable of briefly holding a AT-ST in stasis and he has casually pushed Stormtroopers.
Revan and Starkiller
Revan was incredibly powerful and skilled with his use of the force.
It was said that Revan had the greatest command of the force than anyone Meetra Surik had ever met. This would include the Sith Triumvirate.
"It was easy to understand how Scourge could be drawn to him; Revan's command of the Force was greater then that of anyone else she had ever met."
- Source: Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan
It took the some of the most powerful characters of the Empire to take down Revan in the Foundry. Revan fell mostly because before this he had suffered from 300 years of tortude from the Dread Masters and Emperor Vitiate.
"To take the station, the Empire sends a small group of its most powerful champions to the asteroid surface to storm the base..."
- Source: Star Wars: The Old Republic Official Website
Most noticeably, Revan has pushed back the Sith Emperor Vitiate and turned a Dark Council member to ash.
"Instead of charging forward, he opened himself up to the Force, letting both the light and the dark side flow through him like twin rushing rivers. But instead of focusing or channeling the Force, he released it in it's purest form. There was brilliant flash as the air between the two combatants lit up. The energy unleashed was powerful enough to send Revan staggering. The Emperor, unprepared and with much of his strength diverted to his effort to dominate Revan's mind, was sent flying backward. He landed in a heap on the floor and Revan raced toward him."
- Source: Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan
"Revan emerged from the cell. He Had pulled the hood of his Jedi robe up to cover his head, and he word the red-and-gray mask, hiding his face. A dozen bolts of lightning sprang from Nyriss's hand, arcing across the room to incinerate her enemies.
Instead of leaping back into the cell to avoid the deadly attack, Revan stepped forward to intercept it. Both hands were held in front of him, his arms fully extended at shoulder height, his thumbs touching and his fingers splayed wide.
He drew the bolts of lightning into his waiting grasp, channeling them away from their intended targets and absorbing their power. "I am Revan reborn," he said to Nyriss. "And before me you are nothing."
Nyriss's eyes went wide as Revan unleashed the power of her own attack against her. She tried to throw up another Force shield, but the bolts ripped it apart and continued on unabated. The lightning engulfed her, the intense heat consuming her instantly, leaving only a pile of charred ash."
- Source: Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan
Galen Marek was also a powerhouse. He was capable of altering the course of a already falling down Star Destroyer and destroy downed AT-ATs as well as more.
Kota’s voice unexpectedly came in reply. “What’s going on, boy?”
Can’t you see it, he wanted to say, then realized who he was talking to. He described the scene in as few words as he could, unable to tear his gaze away from the sight of the disintegrating shipyards. Huge, molten chunks were tearing free and tumbling either out into deep space or down into lower orbits while further explosions continued to tear the facility apart. The scaffolding around the nearly completed Star Destroyer had bent and torn completely away, leaving the ship free to power down into the atmosphere of Raxus Prime. Already it was visible as a distinct triangle glowing orange around its leading edges and conning tower. It was coming directly toward him.
It was aiming for him.
“Juno can’t fly the ship at the moment,” said Kota firmly, “and neither can PROXY. We have to find another solution.”
“What’s wrong with Juno?”
“Concentrate on what’s important, boy. That Star Destroyer is coming down fast. You’ll never get clear in time. You need to pull it into the cannon.”
The apprentice was temporarily lost for words when he realized what Kota was suggesting.
Kota wanted him to move the Star Destroyer using nothing but the Force.
“You’re insane,” he gasped. “It’s massive!”
“What is mass?” Kota said. “It’s all in your mind, boy. You’re a Jedi! Size means nothing to you!”
Kota’s voice had changed. The surly, drunken slur was completely absent; in its place was the durasteel bark of the seasoned combat veteran the apprentice had first met.
“Can you hear me, boy? Reach out and grab that ship, or you’ll die on this trash heap!”
The Star Destroyer was growing visibly larger and hung like a burning, triangular moon low in the sky of Raxus Prime.
You’re a Jedi! Size means nothing to you!
He wasn’t a Jedi but the message was the same. The Force didn’t recognize big or small, heavy or light, hard or easy. The living flows of the galaxy encompassed all scales, from the very small to the extremely large. The Star Destroyer was part of it, and so was he. The Force bound them as surely as gravity. He could make its invisible muscles flex, if he dared.
Had his Master ever done anything like this? Had the Emperor? Had any Sith or Jedi in the history of the galaxy?
He doubted anyone would ever know about his success or failure in the next few minutes.
“Be quick about it, boy!”
Fast or slow were also irrelevant to the Force, but the apprentice took Kota’s point. The sooner he started, the sooner it would be done.
Deactivating his lightsaber and attaching the hilt to his belt, he adopted the opening stance of the Soresu form, with his right arm and fingers outstretched, pointing at the Star Destroyer. His empty left hand he tucked in next to his heart. With his legs braced firmly in the trash, he reached as deep as he had ever reached into the Force, and then went farther still, feeling as though a mighty chasm had opened up under him and his mind and will plunged down into it. The chasm filled. His mind opened. The physical existence of the Star Destroyer slid painlessly inside.
Nearly sixteen hundred meters long and capable of carrying a crew in excess of thirty-seven thousand, the ship was a familiar design. Its engines and armament weren’t fully installed, but its Class One hyperdrive would have taken it anywhere in the Empire at speed, there to deploy walkers, fighters, barges, and shuttles. Armed with a host of turbolaser and ion cannons, plus no less than ten tractor beams, it could have blockaded an entire system on its own. The reinforced durasteel hull was solid enough to rip a gouge in Raxus Prime that might take centuries to fill. Scavenger droids would have a field day when it came down.
Wherever it went down …
There is no wherever, he told himself. There is only where I tell it to.
Focus.
The tip of his right index finger and the Star Destroyer became as one in his mind. Every nut and bolt and plate and wire of the massive machine was contained within that tiny space. It wasn’t hard to move an arm, a finger, a single human cell. He could direct one barely without thinking, so why not the other, too? Instinct was clearer on that point than the workings of his mind. Ignoring perspective, the two were about the same size in his field of vision.
Except the Star Destroyer was growing larger with each passing second, and waves of TIE fighters and TIE bombers were pouring forth from its brand-new hangar decks. Laserfire cut huge super-hot channels through the atmosphere ahead of them.
The apprentice ignored it all. While the illusion held, he moved his hand a very slight distance to his right. The sensation of containing a vast, million-ton machine in the tip of one finger was deeply disorienting. He felt as though every muscle fiber, nerve, and bone groaned along with the metal seams and joints of the ship. What it felt, he felt, too, and even a small acceleration had a profound effect on such a large scale. It resisted with all the momentum it possessed. Hatches swang open; rivets popped; bulkheads twisted; pipes burst.
The Star Destroyer didn’t appear to have moved much in the sky. It was still coming in low on the horizon, aiming to pass over him and strafe him from above. He shifted his hand a second time, but instead of changing its course he mistakenly gave it a slight tumble. He needed to apply the Force the right way for this to work, taking the growing forces of friction and the shifting of its center of gravity into account. A spinning Star Destroyer would do more damage than one burying itself nose-first into the cannon and its superstructure. Damage was good, when it came to destroying the Emperor’s handiwork, but too much damage could destroy him and perhaps the Rogue Shadow as well under a deadly rain of molten shrapnel.
Bring it down in one piece, he told himself. Bring it down hard.
The ship growled and squealed in metal torment. He was getting the hang of it; he could see how its course was slowly shifting. As wide across as his outstretched hand now, it was hitting the atmosphere at a steeper angle than he had intended, burning bright red and already gouting a trail of black smoke and sparkling debris. He became aware of a sound communicated through his feet: a rumbling much deeper and more sustained than the pounding of the cannon, which had fallen silent after the firing of the third projectile. The Star Destroyer’s incomplete frame was acting like a giant tube, and the atmosphere was resonating inside. His whole body sang with it.
More. The Star Destroyer was really picking up speed now. The thickening atmosphere had a slight braking effect, but nothing could prevent the inevitable. It was going to hit soon. A wild exodus of droids ran past him, fleeing the crash site. The TIE fighters it had launched raced ahead of the chaotic atmospheric waves it generated. He ignored them and concentrated on shifting ground zero as close to the cannon as he could.
Sparks danced in front of his eyes. The edges of his vision faded to black. Light and dark swirls spun around him, wraith-like. He felt momentarily faint and wondered if it was possible to dissolve into the Force. He was a speck caught in the updraft over a forest fire—yet somehow he had the audacity to try to command the fire to do his will.
Who did he think he was?
A sudden panic almost made him lose control. The Star Destroyer, now a burning, shrieking meteor, filled his entire forward vision. The hull was peeling away in fiery, golden strips, each one weighing hundreds of tons, exposing the darker skeleton beneath. It looked like a death’s-head, a ghastly mask not dissimilar to his Master’s, but one molten like lava. This could well be the end of everything, he thought distantly. Of him, of his plans, of his feelings for Juno, and of the boy called Galen who had lost a father a long time ago and whose grief had already been effectively erased.
But his name had survived, and names had power. The apprentice clutched at it with desperation, needing to regain control of the Star Destroyer lest it tear itself apart and disperse the impact. He needed to find his focus again, to ignore the feeling of dissolution eating at the edges of his self, and to tip the balance of power back toward him.
Galen had stood up to Darth Vader as little more than a child. Galen had wrested the lightsaber from a Dark Lord of the Sith and stood bravely in the face of death. Galen may have been ground down by years of training and darkness since, but was he truly gone—or had he just gone into hiding until the opportunity came to emerge back into the light?
Are you there, Galen? I need your help!
No answer came.
The Star Destroyer’s catastrophic reentry made the world shake. There was no time to try again.
For Juno, then.
He gritted his teeth and snarled at the sky. The dead weight of the Star Destroyer shifted one last time, changing its angle of descent just enough to hang together those last few hundred meters, but not enough to risk bouncing. Only seconds remained before it hit and it was still getting bigger. It was impossible that the sky could contain so much metal!
Abandoning his control over the ship, knowing there was nothing now that he could do to alter its course, the apprentice staggered backward, dazed. The Force fled from him, leaving him wrung out and drained. With a sound like the world ending, the Star Destroyer completed its first and final journey. It hit the cannon, exactly as it was supposed to, and the sky turned white. The ground buckled beneath the apprentice’s feet. He pinwheeled, unable to find his balance, as a tsunami of junk and waste rose up ahead of him and blotted out the sun.
-Source : The Force Unleashed
Behind him, triggered telekinetically, the downed AT-AT exploded, expending all its stored munitions in one blistering blast. Instead of destroying everything nearby, the blast was channeled along the trench and upward, enclosing the two nearby walkers, the stormtroopers firing from the guardrails, and the approaching TIE fighters. A new series of explosions followed the first, and the apprentice felt the superstructure kick beneath him. Fiery debris rained around them as they finally reached the hatch and threw themselves inside.
- Source: The Force Unleashed
Galen Marek was also capable of breaking through the force barrier of Darth Vader, capable of pushing him backwards.
“You can teach me nothing,” Darth Vader’s leaden voice intoned. One black glove clenched, and for a moment the apprentice’s throat closed tight.
He beat back the telekinetic attack with one of his own, shoving his Master in the chest with the force of a small explosion, throwing Darth Vader backward across the room.
For all his size and occasional clumsiness, the Dark Lord was sure on his feet. He landed upright and launched himself back into the fray.
- Source: The Force Unleashed
Though both teams are gifted with the force, Revan and Galen Marek get a solid advantage with their raw power and overall mastery over the force.
Force abilities = Revan and Starkiller
Conclusion:
I'll be skipping physical abilities this time, mainly because I feel this post will be long enough and it's the least important part in this match.
How I feel the match would play out?
Anakin would likely be the main aggressor, hammering at the opposition while Luke takes a more defensive approach. As the two most skilled people of their teams, Anakin and Revan would likely go at it while Luke and Starkiller duke it out. In this case I'd support Anakin for a victory over Revan. While incredibly powerful, Revan will be hard pressed to bring that power out while being battered by Anakin's lightsaber assault, therefore most of his force reserves will be going into his force augmentation, in order to try to keep up with Skywalker. Luke vs Galen is a tough one, one that's likely to be incredibly drawn out. Luke has a solid dueling skill edge, while Galen has a solid force edge. Still, I'd back Skywalker more often than not. Being a Skywalker, he'd no doubt be able to contend with Marek in any category and he'd be able to adapt better as the fight goes on. But what if Luke vs Revan happened and Anakin vs Galen Marek? Well, Luke would likely fall to Revan and Marek would no doubt fall to Skywalker. Both would be quick fights, however I see Luke holding out longer. In the end, I think the Skywalker duo take it. Good fight.
Winner = The Skywalker duo.
