Twisted Reality

Way of the Sith

Evil began in a time before recorded history, when magicians made themselves into kings…and gods using the powers of the dark side of the Force. The weak-minded have ever been ready to obey one who wields great power. Those who learned the powers of the dark side were quick to exploit this weakness—to make war. Again and again the dark side has surged forth, like a storm…devouring whole worlds and entire star systems. Those who mastered dark power became dark power. They unleashed destruction, for no other reason for selfish gain. They despoiled nations…destroyed whole civilizations. Some of them, I am ashamed to say, were Jedi.

Evil is a word used by the ignorant and the weak. The dark side is about survival. It's about unleashing your inner power. It glorifies the strength of the individual.

It is a sign of the dark side–all your choices, they affect the flesh, rotting it, as the dark side rots you from within.

So was the case of Tyrone Dooku, Count of Serenno, Darth Tyrannus, Dark Lord of the Sith, as he smiled at the hologram of his Master. He was the only being in the Galaxy aware that Darth Sidious and Supreme Chancellor Palpatine were one and the same. An order from him was the same as an Order from Darth Sidious, General Grevious was nothing more than a useless droid, and incapable of the duties of General of the CIS. For some time now, Darth Tyrannus had been aware of his master's plan to replace him with the younger Skywalker. In mere moments General Grevious would be capturing Chancellor Palpatine and taking down as many Jedi as possible. Luckily, Skywalker and Kenobi were somewhere in the Outer Rims, and there was no way Grevious would stand a chance against the dynamic duo. Master Yoda was off on some mission and the only Jedi to prove any threat to General Grevious was Master Windu, but alas, if things proved too peril he knew his master would offer to leave 'for the greater good.' Palpatine's life was coming to an end he just didn't know it. Without their head figure the Republic would surrender and Dooku stood to gain all that he had worked for. He just needed a successor. As much as he would like his old mentor, he knew that Yoda was too strange, the one time he had captured Yoda before the Kenobi Skywalker rescue Yoda had confounded him at every turn. While Sidious might have had his eye on Skywalker, Dooku hoped for Kenobi. He was every bit as popular as Skywalker, and without the tubular emotions that Skywalker possessed. He was also without the vulnerabilities of Skywalker. He kept his attachments to a minimum. Kenobi was like his grandson and he had been a worthy adversary. He knew him well. He prided himself on knowing his weaknesses.

"Count Dooku, the Chancellor as you requested," Count Dooku turned at the sound of the heavy rasping breathing that accompanied the words and saw his master looking deceptively calm, his arms in Force binders.

"Leave us. Contact the Republic and issue our demands."

"And those are?" Count Dooku extended his fingers and shot a stream of Force Lightning at him.

"Their surrender. The CIS will keep their precious Chancellor alive with the Senate's signing of our Treaty."

"Of course, my lord." Once he was gone Sidious spoke.

"Was that wise, my apprentice?"

"Yes, my master," he stated bowing and kissing his hand as was customary.

Sidious never saw it coming. In a flash the crimson blade was in the Count's hand and pulsing into the Dark heart of the Former Dark Lord of the Sith. There was a shocked look of Sidious's face as he stared at his apprentice and then he dropped to the floor.

That was it, no fanfare, no burst of light or darkness, just a sense of being quietly swept under the rug. It was such a quiet thing, to fall, to die. We all like to think we are immortal, none so much as Darth Sidious. A wry smile carved out Dooku's face as he thought of all the mourners who would attend his memorial service. There wouldn't be a body, it would be floating in space, as deserving to the treacherous Darth Sidious. Grevious returned wheezing.

"It is done."

"Dispose of the corpse," Count Dooku stated as he reached down to pick up his beacon and activated it with the correct security clearance he stated in a clear voice. "Execute Order Sixty Six." Count Dooku turned around to find Grevious still there. "It is done. The war is over. We won. I need you to bring this flagship to Coruscent. It will be in upheaval by the time we get there. It is time to take control."

"As you wish my lord."

Tyrone Dooku watched as the General left, he rarely thought back to the Jedi he had been. Once Order Sixty Six was carried out, he would return with a garrison of troops to the Jedi Temple taking out all that remained there. It seemed almost ironic that one of their own would bring about their downfall, and he had his former mentor to thank for it. To think, that one that they had trained and fought alongside would bring about their doom. If they had only listened, it wouldn't have come to this. He would do as he must. He would condem Skywalker to the galaxy, making sure that they knew that even heroes could fall. He would be spending the next few weeks going through Sidious's records of Skywalker and he would turn the galaxy against their posterboy. He cared for Skywalker as a tool, a tool that would help him secure Kenobi at his side. It was almost an embarassment to call Skywalker a Jedi, that boy was too aggressive, too out of control, to ever be a real Jedi, he knew nothing about dignity and classic beauty, he was much too rough to be of the dignified Jedi Order, his master had been right about Skywalker, he should have never been trained, the boy was dangerous. To both the Jedi and the Sith.