Ripples in the Force
Chapter 3
Lightsaber Practice
A lightsaber is not a weapon. To think of it as such is to misunderstand the relationship a Jedi must have with it. It is an extension of self. A part of a Jedi's very being. It should hum with a Jedi's heartbeat and speak the same language as they do. I learned this through careful study and a desire for mastery.
Unfortunately, too many are content with reducing the elegant weapon to a mere stick with which they can deflect blaster bolts.
- The Personal Annals of Jedi Master Dooku
Blue light washed over Dooku's face. In the darkness, the light should have been blinding. When he first turned on his personal terminal in his quarters, it nearly was. But, despite the light, and the weariness begging his eyes to close, they stayed open, fixated on the footage playing on loop on his personal terminal.
Maul was a savage Zabrak. A powerful warrior who had rare physical traits which made him a gifted duelist in the physical sense of the word. If he had fought anyone other than Jedi, he would have overpowered them in mere seconds. But, the Sith Apprentice battled Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi. The former Dooku personally trained and watched become a splendid Jedi. The latter, Dooku hardly knew.
Dooku ran a hand over his eyes as he rewound the footage, restarting it from where Qui-Gon's last moments began. He peered at the screen, carefully scrutinizing every twitch and flinch from the two fighters. As he did, the door to his quarters slid open. A low yawn caught his attention, causing him to quickly pause the holo-vid.
"Master Dooku?" Anakin mumbled, rubbing an eye. "Is it time already?"
Dooku furrowed his brow. He glanced at a clock at the corner of his desk. Almost dawn.
"Nearly," Dooku muttered.
Anakin stepped further into the shadows of his room. He rubbed more sleep from his eyes then looked past Dooku at the terminal. His eyes shot wide and he froze.
"Is-Is that-"
Dooku's heart lurched. He quickly moved to close the terminal, only to pause. His gaze drifted to Anakin.
"You do not know how it happened, do you?"
Anakin swallowed hard and shook his head. Dooku's lips thinned.
"You are no stranger to death. It is best for you to know now then."
Dooku beckoned the young padawan closer. Anakin hesitated, his throat bobbing as fear briefly gripped him. Eventually, he managed to tiptoe closer, moving so that he stood right beside Dooku. He stared at the screen, his eyes widening as he saw Maul.
"I've seen him before," Anakin breathed.
"You have?"
"On Tatooine. He attacked us there when Master Qui-Gon freed me."
Dooku's brow furrowed. He hadn't noticed any information about that incident. Did the Council file it away as inconsequential? Or, had they buried it, much like they did this footage, within the restricted archives so that no Jedi outside of the High Council could view it?
I have a feeling I know which one it is.
"What happened then?"
Anakin gulped. "Qui-Gon fought him. Fended him off before leaping onto the ship's landing ramp right as we were about to fly away. That guy didn't chase us." Anakin swallowed hard. "Except he did, didn't he?"
"It appears so," Dooku muttered. "Now, Skywalker, what you are about to witness is a true duel. It is not glamorous. It is not for the faint of heart. This… this will shatter your confidence, of that I am sure."
"Then why do you want me to see it?"
Dooku eyed the boy. He was an inquisitive padawan. Far more inquisitive than even Qui-Gon had been in his youth. The boy didn't get himself into much trouble, outside of occasionally irritating a fellow padawan or Jedi Knight with his more carefree nature. Qui-Gon, on the other hand, was a magnet for trouble, often seeking it out, much to Dooku's displeasure and dismay. In a way, Anakin was much more of a model student, even if he struggled to stay focused. Dooku did appreciate his questions.
"I want you to see it, so that when your confidence shatters, we may pick up the pieces," Dooku replied.
With that, he turned his eyes to the holo-vid and pressed play. The duel commenced. In his mind, Dooku took careful notes. When it got to the part where Qui-Gon was struck down, Anakin flinched, but he did not cry. For a youth, he was hardened. A product of his upbringing as a slave on Tatooine. When the holo-vid continued to Kenobi's portion, Anakin's eyes widened.
"Master Obi-Wan is that good?"
Dooku snorted. "He's that lucky."
"But you told me there's no such thing as luck."
Dooku gave Anakin a withering look, making the boy duck his eyes. A few moments later the holo-vid ended with Maul's defeat. The screen went black. Anakin stepped back. Through the Force, Dooku could sense the boy's emotions in turmoil. Grief was prevalent, and so was fear. He was wondering what he had gotten himself into. Questioning why the Jedi were portrayed as invulnerable.
"Now you see the truth of things," Dooku commented, turning around in his chair. He leaned his elbows on his knees so that he could look Anakin right in the eye. "Jedi are powerful. But, even the most powerful Jedi can be killed."
"Even Master Yoda?"
The corner of Dooku's mouth twitched. "The greatest enemy of all will be what finally claims Master Yoda."
"And what's that?"
"Time," Dooku replied.
Anakin's mouth opened in understanding. The boy's brow then furrowed, his confusion growing.
"Why couldn't Master Qui-Gon win? I saw him fight before. He was equal to that Zabrak. Why did he lose?"
Dooku leaned back. As he did, the first rays of sunlight peeked through his slitted window blinds, painting the room with deep scarlets and oranges. He massaged his aching thighs. How long had he been sitting?
"It is better if I show you than simply instruct you on this matter," Dooku replied, rising to his feet, his knees creaking a little. He grimaced, banished the pain with the force, then called his lightsaber and cloak to him with a tug on the force. "Come. It is time I showed you the training rooms."
An excited sound rushed out of Anakin's mouth. Before Dooku could blink, the boy shot around him, rushing to grab his cloak and the training saber issued to him. Once he had those, he followed Dooku out of their quarters. Thankfully, the boy rushed ahead of him. If he hadn't, he would have noticed the amused smirk cresting across the old Master's lips.
"Skywalker, tell me, what is the first thing you have learned about lightsaber combat?"
Dooku flicked his eyes down at his padawan as they marched through the halls of the Jedi Temple's training wing. The rooms appeared crowded today, with Jedi Knights and Masters instructing their padawans in different rooms. The whir and buzz of lightsabers filled the air. Dooku could smell plasma as it singed the walls and ground. A few alarmed cries of pain and yelps of surprise sounded from some of the rooms. Padawans who were caught by their Master's training weapon. He knew the sound well.
Anakin looked around with wide eyes, oblivious to Dooku's question. With a huff, Dooku reached over and tugged Anakin's braid.
"Ow!"
"I will continue to do that until you learn to pay attention."
The boy massaged the side of his head before sighing. "I don't know much."
"That might be one of the wisest things you have said to me."
Dooku paused as they approached one of the last rooms. He hoped it was unoccupied. If not, then he might have to make an arrangement with whoever was using it. He drew in a deep breath then waved a hand, willing the force to open the door for him.
He blinked in surprise when he saw Obi-Wan Kenobi inside of the training room, standing opposite a Mirialan knight. Their blades were drawn as they faced each other. Kenobi was in the stance Qui-Gon no doubt taught him, Ataru. The Mirialan had sunk back into Soresu's posture. Before either of them could make a move, they noticed Dooku and Anakin.
"Oh, Master Dooku," Kenobi blinked, lowering his weapon.
The Mirialan sheathed her saber and gave Dooku a respectful bow, her black robes billowing around her as she moved. Dooku could only see her green face as she turned to him. "Master Dooku, do you require this room?"
Dooku thought for a moment, then glanced between Anakin and Obi-Wan. "I do, but we can use this together. Skywalker, you will not be participating."
"What!?" Anakin exclaimed.
"You barely know how to wield a training saber, let alone know the proper forms and katas required of you to understand the weapon. You will observe and listen. Those are the two most important tools a Jedi Knight possesses. Use them well." Dooku returned his attention to the two Knights. "Kenobi and…"
"Luminara Unduli," the Mirialan replied.
Dooku nodded and gestured at both of them. "Please continue. I wish to observe."
Luminara nodded, then turned and faced Obi-Wan. She ignited her green saber. Dooku titled his head, hearing the distinct hum that came from a saber on low power. High enough to cause pain, but low enough to avoid any injury. These were not training sabers.
She assumed Form Three's stance, blade held aloft over her head in one hand while two fingers on her other hand pointed at Obi-Wan. Kenobi, meanwhile, held his blade to the side with both hands, keens bent, ready to spring into action.
They remained still for a moment, eyeing each other, sensing the other's mind, and waiting for someone to make the first move. Wisely, in Dooku's opinion, Luminara did not strike first. Kenobi did.
The young Knight leaped at Luminara, cutting his weapon down at her. Luminara stepped to the side, bringing her other hand up to her hilt to brace her lightsaber against the harsh blow. Her sidestep allowed her to glide her weapon away from Obi-Wan's attack, giving her a view of his open flank.
Right as she moved to thrust at it, Kenobi twirled, batting her stab away and following through with a sharp slash at her chest. Immediately, Luminara reverted back to Soresu. As Dooku watched, he couldn't help but feel impressed with the Mirialan.
She was skilled with form three. Her movements were textbook. Subtle flicks of her wrists forced every one of Kenobi's strikes off target. Whenever it seemed like Kenobi overextended himself, she would snap her weapon out, hoping to tag the Jedi Knight on one of his limbs. Swift counterattacks.
Kenobi, however, was simply excellent. True, he was not the swiftest fighter, nor the most powerful or graceful. But, Dooku had to give the young man credit where it was due; he was quite competent with Ataru, as well as what appeared to be Shii-Cho.
But even younglings know how to handle Shii-Cho.
As the duel dragged on, Dooku folded his arms. He glanced at Anakin, who sat at the edge of the dueling space, completely captured by the blur of sabers in front of him. Dooku snorted.
"Close your mouth already, Skywalker."
"Er- right, Master," Anakin said, snapping his mouth closed.
"Now, make good use of it and tell me, what do you see?"
"What do I see?" Anakin pursed his lips. "They're fighting."
"Oh, so observant. Should I reward such a basic observation?" Dooku scoffed. "Who's winning?"
Anakin frowned. He glanced at the duel some more, watching as Obi-Wan flipped over Luminara to get behind her. However, the Mirialan remained calm. Spinning to meet her opponent and catching Obi-Wan's lightsaber in a blade lock.
"They're tied," Anakin said.
Dooku shook his head. "Wrong. Luminara is winning."
Anakin whipped his head to Dooku. "But, she's hardly swung her sword!"
"Precisely," Dooku nodded. "Who looks tired?"
Anakin returned his attention to the duel. The blade lock ended. Obi-Wan backpedaled. His chest rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath. He rolled his shoulders. Sweat beaded across his brow. The beginnings of a small beard hid the sweat building on his upper lip. He twirled his weapon in one hand as he paced around Luminara, who remained steady as she followed him, green saber at the ready.
"Master Obi-Wan does," Anakin answered.
"And has he been able to break Luminara's guard?"
Anakin shook his head.
"Then this doesn't have to go on any longer. Kenobi, stop making a fool of yourself. Luminara has you bested. You might as well admit it."
Obi-Wan sagged as he lowered his weapon. He glared at Dooku, a frown on his lips. Dooku merely clicked his tongue.
"If you cannot see it already, then you are a poorer swordsman than I thought."
With that, Dooku stepped into the arena, his hands still folded into the sleeves of his cloak as he marched forward. He paused beside Obi-Wan, eyeing the younger man.
"Your Ataru is well rounded, but it exhausts you. It exhausted you against Maul, and you are falling into the same pitfalls against Luminara."
Kenobi grimaced then ducked his head as the truth hit him hard. Good. It needed to. The only way for the young to learn from their mistakes was for their mistakes to inflict the necessary amount of damage. Dooku knew that all too well.
"Now then, as for you, Luminara," Dooku gestured at the Mirialan, "please, stand at the ready. Kenobi, you may stand beside Skywalker and watch. Perhaps you will both learn something."
Luminara drew in several deep breaths then fell back to her ready stance. Dooku unfolded his arms, clasping his hands behind his back as he observed the younger Jedi across from him. He cocked an eyebrow, noticing a slight quiver in Luminara's hand.
"Nervous, Luminara?" He asked.
"Your reputation precedes you, Master Dooku," She admitted.
Out of the corner of his eye, Dooku noticed some confusion on Skywalker's face. It had been nearly two months since he had begun training the boy, and Skywalker had yet to witness him wield his lightsaber. Dooku simply never found it necessary to begin instructing the boy personally in the art of saber combat yet. He needed seasoning in the basics, and Dooku knew he did not have the patience to instruct those.
Watch and learn, Skywalker. Dooku's hands unfolded and he reached into his robes, grasping the curved hilt of his lightsaber. See what a true master of the sword looks like.
His thumb slid over the activation button. His sapphire blade hissed to life. The blue glow clung to his robes as he held the blade low to the side. Luminara's throat bobbed.
With a flick of his wrist, Dooku brought the blade in front of him, then whipped it to the side once again. A formal salute. After witnessing Luminara's abilities, she deserved that much.
His blade hummed in his grip. Neither Jedi moved. Silence hung between them, choking the air. His lips curled into an imperceptible smirk. Luminara was hesitating. She was nervous. Good.
Dooku lunged forward, flicking the tip of his blade right at her chest. Luminara gasped, scrambling back a step and bringing her blade down to bat his away. However, instead of continuing the assault, Dooku pulled back, keeping his blade held to the side as he began to step around Luminara. The Knight remained flat-footed as she rotated with him, keeping the Master in front.
Another flick of his wrist, this time directed at her right flank. Luminara blocked rigidly. Again, Dooku pulled back.
"Why, Luminara, you are so hesitant," Dooku goaded, smirking. "Are you so fearful of my reputation that you refuse to put it to the test?"
To her credit, the Mirialan remained unfazed. However, she did finally make a move, slashing at Dooku's right shoulder. Dooku's grin widened when he stepped to the side, sliding his blade along Luminara's until it neared her hand. Then, with a small flick of his wrist, he slashed his blade through Luminara's wrists. While the weapon was powered down enough to not do any serious harm, it did cause enough pain to cause her to drop her lightsaber. The green blade disappeared into the hilt when it hit the ground.
Dooku clicked his tongue. "Too rigid. Too focused on maintaining proper form rather than adapting to the needs of the moment."
"Too rigid?" Luminara asked, some confusion on her face as she picked her hilt up from the ground. "Master Dooku, Master Windu himself referred to me as a Soresu prodigy."
"Really? I hadn't noticed," Dooku replied, unimpressed. "If I was firing blaster bolts at you, perhaps that statement would be true. Unfortunately for you, that is not the case."
Luminara's lips thinned. "So, you are saying the weakness in my technique involves blade to blade combat. But… pardon me, Master, when would I need such a thing?"
Dooku raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I don't know. Why don't you ask, Kenobi."
Luminara's eyes widened. She said nothing, receiving Dooku's lesson loud and clear. With a bow of her head, she stepped to the side. Dooku's eyes followed her as she took her place beside Obi-Wan and Skywalker. A small snort of amusement left his lips when he saw Skywalker's jaw hanging open.
His blade remained ignited when he pointed it at Obi-Wan. "Kenobi, step forward."
Obi-Wan's lips thinned. With some trepidation, he stepped into the ring, pulling his lightsaber from his belt. When he ignited it, he assumed the stance Qui-Gon taught him. A familiar stance to Dooku.
Unlike with Luminara, Dooku did not wait. He immediately lunged forward, pushing Kenobi back across the square ring with a flurry of stabs and quick slashes at his torso. Obi-Wan grimaced as he strained to keep up with the speed of Dooku's attacks. When his back was about to be pressed to the wall, he smacked Dooku's saber to the side and leaped over the older Master.
When he landed, he slashed at Dooku's back, only for Dooku to surprise him with his speed and dexterity. He caught Kenobi's attack with his saber then extended a hand. A yelp left the young Knight when he flew across the room, landing in a heap beside the opposite wall.
"Up, Kenobi," Dooku frowned, twirling his lightsaber in his grasp, "we are not here to nap."
With a groan, Obi-Wan got to his feet. He assumed his stance again. This time, Dooku did not attack right away. He gestured at Obi-Wan instead.
"Why do you fight that way?"
"What way? Ataru?"
"No, like a child who's on their first caf rush," Dooku replied, eliciting a snort from Anakin off to the side. "All of that leaping and foolishness; what did it accomplish? You're tired now, and I am still fresh."
"Well, I also fought Luminara before you."
"And I'm over thirty years your senior, do you see me using that as an excuse?" Dooku scolded. "Besides, you are forgetting something rather important, Kenobi. Tell me, what form am I using?"
Obi-Wan furrowed his brow. "Makashi, of course."
"Makashi?" Anakin questioned.
"Form two," Luminara answered. "The Way of the Ysalamiri. An ancient form of lightsaber combat."
"Originally designed for blade-to-blade combat, not blade-to-blaster," Dooku clarified. "It is why I'm so easily able to pick both of you apart. You both have trained for your entire lives to handle blasters rather than honing your skills for far more dangerous opponents than rogues, bounty hunters, and droids."
Obi-Wan frowned as he sheathed his lightsaber. "Then what do you suggest we do?"
Dooku turned his attention back to Obi-Wan. He mirrored the younger Jedi, deactivating his lightsaber and clipping it to his belt. "Simple. Refine your skills and work to address your glaring weaknesses. Luminara, you're too focused on form. You lack spontaneity, and that leaves you boxed in. Eventually, an opponent will figure out the pattern you fight and exploit it." Dooku stepped toward Kenobi. "As for you, Obi-Wan, your Ataru is strong, but against a powerhouse like Maul, it was less than intimidating. You're not the fastest, strongest, or most graceful duelist. So, you will have to use your wits to win battles. To do that, you need to buy time in a duel. I assume you've surmised as much as well."
Obi-Wan nodded. "I have a little. That's why I turned to Luminara. I've been wanting to learn Soresu. In the wake of the fight with Maul I…" Obi-Wan's throat bobbed. "I must say, I felt I was lacking."
"You are wise to observe your own skills, Obi-Wan." Dooku nodded. Behind him, the door to their training room opened and closed.
"What about you, Master Dooku," A firm, strong voice asked, causing Dooku to stiffen. "Do you still observe your own skills?"
Dooku slowly turned. Mace Windu stood behind Luminara and Anakin, arms folded, confidence radiating from his posture. The two stepped aside, allowing the member of the High Council to step into the ring.
Dooku smirked. "It has been some time since this has happened, old friend."
Mace snorted. "Using excuses now, Dooku?"
"Hardly," Dooku replied. He glanced at Kenobi, Luminara, and Anakin as Obi-Wan rejoined the other two off to the side. "What do you say, Master Windu? Shall we put on a little clinic?"
The corner of Mace's mouth twitched. He shrugged off his cloak, tossing it to the side. Dooku arched a thin eyebrow before doing the same. This would not be a simple spar. This would be a duel, and it needed to be taken seriously.
"Skywalker," Dooku tossed his cloak to the boy, who caught it, "make sure it doesn't get dirty."
"Y-Yes, Master," Anakin gulped.
Master Windu rolled his shoulders and neck. The muscles and ligaments popped and flexed. After blowing out a sharp exhale from his nose, he shook out his hands then called his lightsaber to his hand with the Force. Immediately, the violet blade thrummed to life in his grasp.
Dooku activated his sapphire blade. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a small crowd gathering outside of the room, peering through the glass to observe the affair.
An audience? He smiled. I suppose I shall have to put on a show.
Dooku thrust a hand out. A powerful push slammed into Windu. The Koruun Master grunted, digging his heels in and using the force to wrap himself in a cocoon, making Dooku's push break on him like water over a rock. Not the outcome Dooku hoped for, but it would have to work.
He darted at Windu, immediately stabbing at his heart, only for Windu to swing hard and parry it to the side. Dooku hissed, feeling the muscles in his arms shudder from the force behind the strike. Quickly, Dooku adjusted his grip on his hilt, allowing him to flick the tip of his blade back toward Windu's shoulder.
Windu didn't flinch. He deflected the blow, stepped to the side, and countered. Dooku grimaced as he parried the strike. Again, his arms shuddered.
He's not holding back.
It wasn't long before Windu pressed the attack. Dooku found himself stepping back. He could not outmuscle Windu, that much was clear. Dooku doubted he could ever win in a battle of strength with the man. So, he needed to utilize the more technical sides of fencing to his advantage. Spacing, countering, using the force to augment his abilities to keep up with the sheer power Windu could muster. All of that had to play to his advantage to perfection.
Not the longest odds he had ever faced in a duel, but it had been a good many years since Dooku felt himself pressed this hard.
Their blades collided in a shower of purple and blue sparks once again. They locked together near the hilts, faces mere inches apart. A savage snarl spread across Windu's face, wrinkling his nose, giving him the look of a monster that knew it was winning. Dooku gritted his teeth behind his tight lips, his mind racing for solutions.
The confined area of the fight did not help him. He could not use terrain to his advantage. Spacing would work for a little while, but eventually, Windu would find a hole in that strategy. The man was too skilled not to.
"You're afraid, Dooku," Windu growled, just low enough for only the older Master to hear him. "You're not used to this. You're used to preying on fellow knights and getting under their skin, using that to your advantage. Unfortunately for you, that will not work on me."
Dooku's lips turned into a quivering smile. "Master Windu, it sounds like I have already accomplished that without having to say a word."
Windu snarled and yanked his blade free. Before Dooku could even recover from the jolt, Windu delivered a powerful, overhead chop. Dooku blocked, only for the blow to almost push his own lightsaber into his head. Going with the momentum, Dooku rolled, sprung to his feet, and lashed out, hoping to tag Windu's ankles.
Windu hopped, landed, and surprised Dooku with an elbow instead of a blade.
A wet pop rang through Dooku's skull. His eyes watered, blurring his vision. He growled, stumbled back, then froze as he felt a sharp burning slash through his chest. Audible gasps rang out from the onlookers.
When the mist cleared from Dooku's eyes, he stared at Master Windu, the burning across his torso slowly throbbing away. His heart hammered in his chest as his eyes widened. A brief flare of anger shot through him as he glared at the Korun Master.
"A cheap shot," Dooku frowned, sheathing his lightsaber.
"Admit it, you lost."
"I shall not."
Windu narrowed his eyes. "Your pride will be your undoing, Dooku."
"And your arrogance will be yours!" Dooku snapped in reply, only to realize that his temper was getting the better of him. His gaze flicked to Anakin, who looked at him with shock.
Master Windu stepped toward Dooku, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Speak with Master Yoda, please." The snarling visage of his opponent and rival was gone, replaced by that of a concerned colleague. "I know Qui-Gon's death is gnawing at you more than you would let on, but-"
Dooku shrugged Windu's hand from his shoulder. "Your concern is noted. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a padawan to train." He marched toward the exit, not breaking stride as he passed by Kenobi, Luminara, and Anakin. "Come, Skywalker!"
Anakin jumped then raced after Dooku. The sea of onlookers parted as the seething Master marched through their midst, the boy rushing alongside him as he tried to keep up with Dooku's long strides.
"Master?"
Dooku hardly heard Anakin's voice as he marched out of the training wing and onto one of the Temple's garden terraces overlooking Coruscant. He paced near the railing of the terrace, hands on his hips as he drew in deep, calming breaths.
The nerve of Mace Windu! Dooku was teaching a lesson, and he had to come in and completely undermine his credibility as a swordsman, and by using such a cheap trick as an elbow too!? Dooku fumed as his nose continued to smart.
Have I lost a step? Windu hasn't bested me before. Then again, I've never bested him either. Dooku's teeth gnashed as he stopped pacing and leaned against the railing. His hooded gaze glared at Coruscant. If I'm losing a step, then how am I going to combat the Sith when they surface again?
"Um, Master?"
Dooku hung his head. "Yes, Skywalker?"
"Is there something I can do?"
Dooku blinked. Skywalker wasn't acting afraid of him, timid, or uncertain. He was asking to assist. The attitude of a Jedi.
His expression softened as he looked at the boy.
"On this, you cannot," Dooku admitted, causing the boy's face to fall. "But… perhaps you can assist me in creating a distraction. Do you have your training saber?"
"Yes?"
Dooku turned and faced Anakin. "Draw it."
Anakin gulped, grabbed the blocky hilt on his belt, and grasped it with both hands. He pressed hard on the activation button, igniting the simple, blue blade. Then, he assumed the stance taught to him in his classes, blade held out in front in a simple guard. Dooku, likewise, drew his lightsaber and stood across from Anakin. He bowed to the young padawan. Skywalker returned the gesture.
Dooku turned his back to the boy. "Follow my movements."
Dooku held his blade to the side. He glanced over his shoulder. Skywalker mirrored him. He nodded then stabbed forward, lunging at the same time. Skywalker did the same.
The true training had begun.
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