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"The Spice War"
Author's Notes-
This Story takes place during the Ten years between Episodes I and II. These events are a prequel to the Dark Jedi Rising. Thank you again and enjoy the show.
Prologue-Kessel:
The hot sun of Kessel beamed down on the slaves as they trudged across the sand. He stood gazing down at them with a grin on his face. Trioculus was happy. He gripped the railing of the balcony where he stood. For years Trioculus had growing his spice empire on Kessel right under the Republic watchful eye. He imported spice from several planets in the outer rim.
As the years went on, His power grew since the fall of the Trade Federation two years ago. They're spice imports became his and his alone. He chuckled at the thought of the Trade Federation chased across the galaxy by the Jedi Knights. The chuckle turned into a deep laugh.
"Sir."
Trioculus laugh stooped at the sound of the voice. He frowned. "What is it Emdee?" He said in his deep raspy voice. He turned to face the droid. It seemed to twitch at the sight of him. The red protocol droid bowed to him.
"Sir, Commander Tarkin of the Outland regions of security is here to see you." Emdee reported. Trioculus sighed heavily. "Again, what does he want now." He grumbled storming past the droid. The third eye in the middle of his forehead twitched.
They moved across the catwalk above the minors where his office was. "Alright Tarkin, What...." His words died in his throat once he saw the figure. It was a gray haired man wearing a long black cape stood gazing out the window. Trioculus glanced at Emdee. "That's not Tarkin." He snapped at the droid. "Correct Trioculus I am not." The man said calmly. He turned slowly and smiled warmly at him. "I am Count Dooku, you and I have much to discuss.
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