In all his days as a Sith, Tyranus always felt he were the most powerful, apprentice that Sidious ever had or would ever come to teach. But this would change on this day. The Dark Lord of the Sith had ordered his second in command to use their new puppet. Something that Dooku should have foreseen from the very beginning, although time and tie again, Skywalker had proved to be a cunning warrior. Dooku chalked it up to an abundance of sheer dumb luck.
Ruul served as a good planet to hold their first meeting since the younger Jedi fell to the Dark Side. It’s lands were vast, and the people were in full support of the Count and his Separatists. In fact, they were one of the first to rally from the neutral systems. Dooku saw it as a victory, but only he and San Hill could agree to see it’s qualities. The people were a bunch of sheep like fools, and were so easy to sway. They were given the standard number of droids, having given up willingly they were not charged with an invasion. To make sure his victory was complete, Dooku bought one of the larger palaces for himself, and that is where Sidious would send Darth Vader.
Time passed and Dooku grew wary that Skywalker was going to appear. He warned Lord Sidious of this, but as he was about to call his master, he sensed Skywalker’s presences. He switched the intercom system and called “Lord Vader, come to the throne room now.”
Ruul was a place where everything seemed to go done when the Sith commanded. He could see why the Sith could easily gain control of such a foolish place, for the fools themselves were easy enough to command. They followed their orders, not bothering to question anything so long as the can live in peace. Even so, he could not fathom the reason for his needing to come to this place in particular.
Even so he made his way to the Palace, mostly ignoring all those who passed him by, seeing how they were of little use to him. He was young and gifted with the force, if he could not feel his way around, then perhaps he would have asked for their assistance, but it was a long shot. His eyes shot up to find the source of a loud booming voice that he knew well enough, Dooku, “Lord Vader, come to the throne room now.” the man bellowed as Vader rolled his blue eyes. Figures the man was impatient to get this meeting underway.
Picking up his pace slightly, Anakin made his way into the palace and knew at once that it belonged to the Sith, for his essence could be felt as well as saw everywhere in his designing taste. Not even pausing slightly, Skywalker used the force to open the doors to the Palace throne room, not bothering to wait for the guards to do so. “Impatient as always, Dooku, I was already close enough. I must say your new abode is quite fitting for you.”
Compared to the two other palaces that Dooku had ownership of, this was by far the worst. It’s smell was something foul from the wastelands that surrounded the cities of this planet, the colors were as bland as any, and only so much money could be spent on making it presentable. Sadly, it would stand out, but Count Dooku took that risk. It would be customary that Skywalker insult him upon entering the room. “New abode? Hardly. This is just a demonstration of power and wealth. Something a former slave would know nothing about.” he answered as he rose from his chair behind his desk. “First, tell me, what finally cracked within your being that made you join us? And what makes you think you are welcomed?”
Dooku grew tired of the back and forth. Sadly he could not let his guard down enough to call for his droids, and yet, how could he not take the Jedi out on his own?
“Your move then, Obi-wan…”
(Obi wan drew upon the force to push back the count) “Oh how the mighty Sith have… Fallen.
Dooku went flying backwards, being off that much of his guard and not expecting such power to come from Obi-wan.
“Clever. But I would not be so pleased, if I were you, what awaits you now… Jedi.” he spat out, raising his free hand and aiming his fingertips at the Jedi. Then, with all his energy focused, Dooku blasted the Jedi with bolts of blue lightning.
Obi-Wan raises an eyebrow. “Greetings, Count.”
“Obi-Wan Kenobi. We meet once again.” Dooku replied with a smirk.
“What do you want?”
“You are the one who crossed paths with me, Dooku,” Obi-Wan responds as least hostile as he can manage. “Why are you on Coruscant?”
Dooku could sense that the Jedi was not happy to see him. The feeling was mutual, as he was just as displeased to see the Jedi. “To collect a few personal things I left behind. I once lived here, as you may recall.” he answered.
Count Dooku found himself quite frustrated. Had his ship’s captain not been short circuiting, maybe they would have jumped out of lightspeed properly, and not on this, what he could only consider, primitive planet. As he walked, he ran into a young man, who greeted him strangely, with his fingers apart. “What does that mean? And where exactly am I?” he asked, not looking for a conversation.
The Count didn’t look to be in the joking mood. Naturally, Peter felt the need to pester him even more. He walked alongside the Count, God he’d never tire of calling him that. “It’s the greeting of my people.” What? “It’s a ‘Hey, how are you doing, hope you’re fine now and forever more, how’s the kids?’ kinda thing.” Just so many possibilities in store right now, the spider could feel the quips rushing to his head, and for the love of all things Tribbles, can someone stop him? Actually, no please don’t. “Oh, and you’re on Spider Island.”
His eyes widened in pure shock. It sunk in that this man not be a human, but some sort of other type of living organism that was quite annoying. But when he was told that the finger parting gesture was a greeting, he tried to imitate it to show good measure. “Ah, I see then. Greetings.” though Dooku would never bring himself to care about anyone’s family or children. “Spider Island, you say? What system is this and where is the nearest Republic outpost? This is certainly not any planet in the Confederacy, that I am sure of.”
Bidding Coruscant goodbye, Anakin boarded his Delta-78 and took off into hyper speed as soon as he exited the atmosphere. He had long since turned off the tracking divice that he knew was placed on his interceptor, after all it was dangerous if he were tracked. Soon arriving at the assigned meeting place, Ruul, Anakin landed his craft in a private sector, hoping to draw as little attention as possible to his brightly colored interceptor. Upon his landing, he quickly existed, drawing his dark brown hood over his head to hide his face from praying eyes.
His associate would soon feel out his presence, after all how hard was it to sense a force user within the vicinity of this tropical planet? Why this planet is beyond my understanding. Yes its loyalty lie with the Confederacy, but if we met in another location it would be less of a chance of my discovery here…
He knew he had to be careful, after all the Republic as well as the Confederacy knew him to be ‘The Hero with No Fear’, however in recent times, the Sith Lord Sidious had taken the young Knight as his newest apprentice and forced him to work coincide with Darth Tyranus, otherwise known as Dooku.
With this new loyalty bounds, the war without the Jedi’s knowledge had shifted greatly in the favor of the new ways. To the Sith, he was no longer known as plain Anakin Skywalker, instead those who knew the dark secret known him to be none other then Darth Vader. The thought alone was enough to put a small smirk onto his full lips, for before the Jedi could possibly understand the change, the war shall be over and the Sith shall be the victors, but first… He would have to survive this little meeting with Dooku, his old nemesis.
In all his days as a Sith, Tyranus always felt he were the most powerful, apprentice that Sidious ever had or would ever come to teach. But this would change on this day. The Dark Lord of the Sith had ordered his second in command to use their new puppet. Something that Dooku should have foreseen from the very beginning, although time and tie again, Skywalker had proved to be a cunning warrior. Dooku chalked it up to an abundance of sheer dumb luck.
Ruul served as a good planet to hold their first meeting since the younger Jedi fell to the Dark Side. It’s lands were vast, and the people were in full support of the Count and his Separatists. In fact, they were one of the first to rally from the neutral systems. Dooku saw it as a victory, but only he and San Hill could agree to see it’s qualities. The people were a bunch of sheep like fools, and were so easy to sway. They were given the standard number of droids, having given up willingly they were not charged with an invasion. To make sure his victory was complete, Dooku bought one of the larger palaces for himself, and that is where Sidious would send Darth Vader.
Time passed and Dooku grew wary that Skywalker was going to appear. He warned Lord Sidious of this, but as he was about to call his master, he sensed Skywalker’s presences. He switched the intercom system and called “Lord Vader, come to the throne room now.”
Obi-Wan raises an eyebrow. “Greetings, Count.”
“Obi-Wan Kenobi. We meet once again.” Dooku replied with a smirk.
“What do you want?”
