Transcending Tyrannous: A Tale of Tyrone Dooku

tran·scend [tran-send]

to rise above or go beyond; overpass; exceed: to transcend the limits of thought; kindness transcendscourtesy.

to outdo or exceed in excellence, elevation, extent, degree, etc.; surpass; excel.

Theology . (of the Deity) to be above and independent of (the universe, time, etc.).

verb (used without object)

to be transcendent or superior; excel: His competitiveness made him want to transcend.

Origin:
1300–50; Middle English Latin trānscendere to surmount, equivalent to trāns- trans- + -scendere, combiningform of scandere to climb

A/N: The word transcend as mentioned above is to exceed or rise beyond, so this tale is to go beyond Tyrone's Sith idenity and to find out just who Tyrone Dooku is. This is a spinoff from my Destiny Trilogy in which Anakin follows Ahsoka and leaves the Order changing not just the destiny of the Skywalker family but to the Jedi Order and to the Galaxy at large; the sequel Twist of Fate continued fifteen years after DD and continues with Choice of the Chosen. My beta writer EzioAuditore1459 has a story called Jedi Exile which is an original character mentioned predom in this story called Nioman Dokoora, as it would be very interesting to check out, it is a wonderful take on parts of this story as they are told from Nioman's unique perspective. I recommend checking JE out as well, as it gives a different persepective on Tyrone's actions as well. There is also a forum for all the stories within the world of Destiny you can find this forum in the forum section of Star Wars, as well as a community that contains these stories within the community section, I hope you will check both out as the Forum is a great place to share thoughts and ideas though be warned it can contain spoilers as well.

Friendships and Betrayals

Tyrone Dooku, Jedi Knight of the Republic, didn't have many friends. There were Jedi that he had once been friends with and there were Jedi that he respected, such as his former master; Yoda, or Master Yaddle.

Unlike many Jedi, he could remember his parents and his brother. Tyrone's mother and father were the Count and Countess of Serreno. Tyrone had always known he was royalty, had always held himself to a higher standard than other Jedi. The only reason Constance and Jerome Dooku had given him to the Jedi was because his brother Lionel had been there to inherit the title and all that went with it, so the Count and Countess had graciously given him to the Jedi with the belief it was their duty to contribute, to make the Galaxy a better place.

It had been Yoda that had found him, and since he had been raised as much as a three year old boy can be raised not to show fear or emotion to those lower than himself, Tyrone didn't sniffle or cry even as the small green troll called him Ty and told him about the Jedi Temple. That seemed like it was so long ago, now Tyrone Dooku was a Jedi Knight on his way to find his very own first padawan.

He turned down a corridor in the Temple and nodded to several Jedi in his path, since he had recently passed his Trials many Jedi regarded him as Knight Dooku, Tyrone smiled as he remembered his ceremony and how it was a great honor to be a Jedi, he had been the first Jedi that Master Yoda had trained himself in over eighty years. Master Yoda was very selective in the Jedi he took on himself, a hundred years could pass before he took on one, time didn't seem to matter to Master Yoda, and though he was well-versed in the strange troll's speech, Tyrone doubted he understood his master any better than anyone else. Master Yoda preferred training the younglings; he preferred being around their youth and the way their minds worked always seemed to hold some kind of insight for the aging Jedi master.

Finally, Tyrone made it to the room of twelve's who were practicing. He reached into the Force knowing that here he would find his padawan. He watched intently as one twelve seemed more intense that the others, he could feel his eyes in the distance, those strange blue eyes that seemed to draw Tyrone to him.

This boy was taller than the others, and it seemed as if he was hunched over as he tried to match the other students, the lad had long dark hair as if he didn't much care for the traditional youngling cut although his braid was still longer than the rest of his hair and the hair that remained just grazed his shoulder blades. Tyrone wondered why they hadn't made him cut it, though he vowed to do no such thing. After the match was over, the boys bowed to one another, and still Tyrone watched. He wondered at this boy's future and if he could train him just as well as another, then he shook away his doubts. Of course he could, he was Tyrone Dooku son of the Count and Countess of Serreno, Jedi Knight of the Republic. Class ended, and Tyrone watched as the boys shoved and pushed, but this boy seemed to be following something. Stealthily, Tyrone followed him. The boy grinned impishly and made a dive only to end up on the floor, at his feet. Tyrone had grabbed the object of the boy's desire before reaching out and straightening the boy.

"Hello," Tyrone said to him.

"Hello, I'm Youngling Jinn."

"Knight Tyrone Dooku," Tyrone held out his hand and shook it, and then the lizard crawled down his arm in between their handshake.

"Hey, that's mine." Youngling Jinn said to him.

"It belongs to the Force, Youngling," Tyrone said with a smile, his dark eyes lighting up.

"I was just going to set it free," Youngling Jinn explained, "It doesn't belong in the Temple."

"Well then youngling," Tyrone said with a smile, he had been drawn to this lad two years prior when he was still a padawan. "Let's set it free together," he told the boy.

"Qui-Gon," the lad told him, "You can call me Qui-Gon," he said softly as the lizard crawled up around his head to lick at his ear causing a gasp and a giggle from the lad.

"Alright then Qui-Gon," Tyrone said as they found themselves at the Temple entrance. He watched as Qui-Gon looked around seemingly in awe of his surroundings, and he frowned.

Tyrone knew what he was looking for, what he was thinking, for he had thought the same thing many many times. What was natural about this artificial city? And why would the Jedi chose a Temple here when they could have a Temple on any planet that was strong within the Force? Coruscant was in many ways fake, controlled.

The weather on Coruscant was controlled, it wouldn't rain or snow or sleet unless 'they' wanted it too. Unlike other planets they didn't have seasons, and it stayed at 70 degrees Farinheight all year round. The sun rose every morning regardless of what month or day it was at 0600 and set everyday at 1800, giving them exactly twelve hours of daylight. Coruscant was a huge city where the wealthy stayed and also there was the Undercity where the less wealthy stayed, and here the Jedi sat on Coruscant not doing what they could to help those less fortunate than themselves.

Tyrone shook off these wayward thoughts as Qui-Gon set loose the lizard, and at the time Tyrone didn't know it but it would be his ideas that would give birth to a new legacy of Jedi, it would be his teachings that Qui-Gon would pass on to his future padawan, who would then pass them on to a former slave from Tatooine; and that this former slave would change the Jedi Order forever.

If Tyrone Dooku had known he wouldn't have believed that he had so much in common with a young slave from Tatooine, for Tyrone took such things as class very seriously even though the Jedi were taught to acknowledge such things they weren't supposed to matter within the Jedi Order except as a way to deal with their missions. To Tyrone Dooku, they mattered. He had always known he was descended from royalty.

In all his young life, Tyrone had had only two beings he considered friends. One had been a fellow member of the Jedi Order; Lorian Nod. Lorian too had been descended from what they called the upper-class, Lorian, like Tyrone, had been driven to prove that he was worthy of his station in life, though unlike Tyrone he had no memories prior to entering the Jedi Order. Unlike Tyrone, however, Lorian was not an honest, noble man. He had become deceitful. Although it pained Tyrone to remember, he did. He remembered noticing something hidden under his fellow Initiate's cloak and following him to his quarters.

"Lorian, what did you take?" Tyrone asked him.

"It's always been so easy for you, hasn't it, Ty?" Lorian shot at him, not revealing the object. Tyrone had been so taken aback, from the tone and from the nickname; it was a nickname that had always brought forth Tyrone's ire. One that the Initiates had constantly used to belittle and tease him, as he had bypassed most of them years ago. Force, he had won at the twelve year old push-feather games when he was only nine!

"I don't know what you are talking about," Tyrone had said in a haughty way, hoping that Lorian would notice the teasing tone. Sometime Tyrone and Lorian would pretend that they weren't Jedi, that they had never left their families. Lorian's lips curved into a small smile that had quickly vanished.

"I'm not like you, Ty," he had continued with that ridiculous nickname. Tyrone had thought since he was now a Padawan that nickname would be left behind would all the other things initiates left behind when they became padawans. "I haven't been chosen by the Grand Master of the Order."

"That's not fair, Lorian," Tyrone responded. "Whatever you took, just return it, I won't tell anyone," he swore to his friend, "No one will ever have to know."

"I need the advantage," Lorian told him, as he revealed what Tyrone knew was a dark holocron. "You should understand as well as I do, Ty. I have seen into your heart, and I know how empty it is. You are just like me. Come, I'll show you what's in the holocron," Lorian told him. Tyrone slowly shook his head from side to side denying what Lorian had said.

"No," Tyrone said, backing away from the bed that he had been standing next to. He reached forward and grabbed it. "It pulses with the Dark Side, can you not feel its power?" he asked and before Tyrone could do as he had planned, return it he felt a presence behind him. Before Tyrone could turn around Jedi Master Oppo spoke up.

"Both of you, come with me," he said, reaching forward and taking the Dark holocron from Tyrone. Tyrone although a little nervous released a sigh of relief to have the Dark holocron in the possession of a Jedi Master who knew what to do with it. Tyrone and Lorian followed Master Oppo to the Jedi Council where Tyrone's new master, Yoda, sat with the rest of the Council.

"Masters," Oppo said pushing the young padawan and initiate into the center of the room. "I sensed a dark presence coming from the room of Lorian Nod," he said, "And found both he and Tyrone with this," he said showing off the dark holocron. Tyrone said nothing, wondering at what his master and the council were thinking. What did his master think, he wondered?

"It was Ty, it was Tyrone Dooku, he stole it, and brought it to my room to hide it," Lorian said, and Tyrone turned his dark eyes onto his friend, shocked. Lorian was his friend, surely he hadn't blamed Tyrone for something Lorian had done, and there was no honor in that.

"What say you, Master Oppo?"

"When I arrived in Lorian Nod's room, I did see Padawan Dooku holding the holocron in question, talking with Initiate Nod about the dark power emitting from the holocron," Master Oppo explained.

"Disappointing this is," Master Yoda said, and Tyrone glared at his friend before dropping his head in the proper show of Jedi humility. He couldn't help the rage and anger that churned through him. Lorian Nodd, one of his only two friends, had betrayed him, and more than that he had betrayed his friendship. "What say you, young Dooku?" the aging Jedi Master asked as his ears careened toward the side.

"I admit my guilt in stealing the holocron," Tyrone found himself saying, with all the evidence to support his guilt what could Tyrone do?

"See, I do. My padawan you still are. Though punished, you will be."

"Yes, Master," Tyrone replied.

"Then dismissed, you are," Master Yoda told them. Tyrone bowed his head in respect before he walked calmly down the halls, not oblivious to Lorian's hurried steps behind him.

"Ty! Ty! Tyrone! Wait up!" he heard Lorian call behind him. Finally, Tyrone stopped and turned looking coldly at the Jedi that had once been his friend.

"I want to thank you, Ty, for standing up for me."

"Lorian," Tyrone spoke the name without feeling, still partially numb at his betrayal. "Don't ever call me Ty again."

"But you are going to keep your word, you won't tell anyone that it was me, will you? I still need to be chosen as a padawan," Lorian explained.

"You are on your own," he said walking away and going into the Archives, there was something that was bugging him, something he needed to read up on for himself. The shaking of Tyrone Dooku's arm brought him back to the present.

"Knight Dooku did you see how happy he was to be set free?" Qui-Gon asked him. Tyrone smiled at the younger man, he sensed no deception in the twelve year old boy, but what would Qui-Gon be like at twenty, at forty, at sixty. You never can tell even with the Force what the future will bring. But Qui-Gon had a point, what would it be like after serving for so long, to eventually be set free. Freedom. Was there ever a more beautifully crafted word? It brought to mind flight, and it lifted away things like guilt and shame. Oh, to be truly free, he hoped that someday both he and Qui-Gon would experience the total bliss that freedom brought with it. Tyrone wondered if freedom was different for a Jedi than for a slave, although on first-glance their seemed to be many similarities. Both the Jedi and the slave must answer to a master, both were bound by rules they didn't quite understand, but while the slave was subjected to the whim of an indiviusual a Jedi stood for something greater than himself, and Tyrone vowed to become the best Jedi he could possibly be, to become something greater than himself, to become something far greater than any Jedi could possible dream, one day, he vowed he would become free, and he would free the Jedi from their stagnant ideas.

Tyrone Dooku wasn't the first Jedi to have such thoughts and nor would he be the last, though Tyrone detested slaves for they brought to mind all that the Jedi must fight against, he didn't see why the Jedi wouldn't help those that they could, there were many who were suffering right here on Coruscant and the Jedi turned a blind eye. One day, Tyrone would see that they helped, he would see that the Jedi Council was aware of all the problems in the Galaxy and that they would do something about it.