AN: Hey everyone! Finals are close upon us so it's time to see if I can get this out in time! Originally I intended to include this first portion with Chapter 14, but it seemed like some readers were getting a bit concerned over the state of the story. Without further delay, I give you the finale to Act I!
Lola Sayu
HK-47 stood in the doorway of the cell block as Plagueis retrieved their next ally. He heard them conversing in the background, his motion tracker suddenly exploded with contacts. He thought back to the Republic Fleet over the facility, the ground team must have made its way into the Compound. He pulled up a map of the Citadel, tapping into the station's security cameras and marking the soldiers' locations on the map as he extrapolated their escape route and shuttle path for minimal detection, all while accounting for fallback contingency routes. All of this was done in a matter of seconds. The nearest pair of clone soldiers was in one of the detention areas opposite the wall HK was facing.
He locked the door and placed a demo charge near the foot of the door. The next person to walk through that door wouldn't know what hit them. The droid primed his rifle once more and approached Plagueis and Barriss as he removed her binders.
"Warning: The Republic has entered the Citadel. We need to get back to the shuttle immediately. The stealth generator has been deactivated for the past seventeen minutes."
"Do you have an escape plan?" Plagueis asked.
"Boastful Remark: I always have a plan, Muun," HK gloated.
"What's going on?" Barriss interjected, the young girl was evidently confused to the situation, HK could tell Plagueis hadn't really explained much to her.
"Explanation: Our organization needs you for my Master's plan, and we need to leave before the Republic finds us, as the Jedi are now considered enemies of the Republic, Chancellor Palpatine is a Sith Lord by the name Darth Sidious, and a fleet of clones has been sent here to kill you. Now we have approximately less than twenty standard minutes before they find out we're here. Aggravated Addition: That's assuming we don't get moving in the next minute or so," HK ranted. The droid wasted no time. He reached for his sidearm and held it out waiting for Barriss to take it. "Order: Take the blaster. Comment: I have three more, I should be fine."
Barriss hesitated, a unnerved by the droid's words. She grabbed the blaster and held it with both hands at her side. The weapon felt awkward in her hands, she had never used one before. She didn't particularly relish in idea of finding out it she could successfully.
"So how do we get out of here?" she asked.
HK pointed out the wall at the end of the prison block, "Explanation: Directly on the other side of that wall is another corridor. Underneath it runs a pipeline that can lead us directly out of the facility. From there it should it be a straight shot to the Shuttle."
"You make it sound so easy," Plagueis chuckled. He ignited his lightsaber and advanced towards the wall, plunging the blade into the thick durasteel, the metal resisting his blade as the pure energy carved through the wall. He extinguished the blade and pressed against the carving until it collapsed to the floor of the adjacent hallway. The trio stepped through slowly and began walking towards the pipeline's access hatch, HK-47 stood at the front while Plagueis covered their rear.
"You realize they'll know we're here once they come down this hallway, don't you?" Plagueis asked.
"Response: They'll know *someone* was here. We'll be long gone before they locate us." He slung his rifle across his back, dropping down to one knee as he opened the maintenance hatch, motioning for the other two to jump inside. Barriss dropped in quickly; Plagueis looked around the corridor one more time before turning back to HK-47.
"I hope you're right HK." He lowered himself into the hatch; HK followed them and closed the hatch behind them, extending a small plasma torch attachment from his wrist, sealing the hatch behind him.
"Comment: But it never hurts to play it safe."
The pipeline was narrow and damp, the faint odor of something rather unpleasant filled HK's olfactory sensors before he finally deactivated them. He could only imagine the torture his flesh and bone counterparts were enduring.
The assassin droid pulled out a small holdout blaster and kept it low as they made their way toward the exit. He stopped as a faint shudder was sent through the pipeline. The droid scanned their surroundings for any kind of shift in the structure. Plagueis called back to him.
"Either they found the present you left for them, or they just did something that we're probably not gonna like. Either way, we need to hurry it up."
Star Forge – Tython's orbit
Count Dooku frowned, feeling oddly at peace as the Force went mad around him.
Order 66 had begun. The Jedi are being hunted. The Light side's grip over of galaxy is waning. The Dark side is rising to prominence across most regions of space for the first time in living memory. And yet…it seems in perfect balance in the Tython system, as if there was a barrier warding off the cosmic change.
"No," Dooku muttered. "More like we are in eye of a hurricane; at peace while the destructive storm rages on."
The Count wasn't sure if it was because of Revan's influence or because of Tython's own presence which was strong in the Force. But as he stared at the light and dark moons, Ashla and Bogan, he suspected it was probably both.
He suspended his introspective musings when he heard footsteps approaching. Looking back, he saw the orphaned padawan Sira-Talis.
"Couldn't sleep?" Dooku asked.
Sira shrugged. "This has been without a doubt the wildest day of my life. So, yes, I guess I am finding it hard to sleep."
"Have you tried meditating?" Dooku suggested.
"Yes, and all that did was saturate my head with images of Jedi being gunned down by their own troops," She said with a grimace. "Which tells me right now is probably not the best time to leave myself open to Force visions through meditation."
Dooku stared at her for a moment before nodding. "Agreed. The chaos the Force is immersed will overload the Force-senses of people without enough mastery over them. No offense intended, but you are hardly a Knight."
Sira looked down in clear distress. "And I probably never will. The Jedi Order was all I ever knew and it is getting disbanded as we speak. I appreciate this Revan for saving me but I don't know what to do with myself from here on out. I feel lost."
Dooku looked down at the potential young new recruit of Revan and felt compelled to reassure her.
"Ever heard of the term regression to the mean?" The count inquired.
"No," Sira said slowly as if she just failed a pop quiz.
"It's a bit of a technical way of saying that the universe will always find a way to even itself out."
"Like, things will always find a way to get better?" Sira asked.
"More like it's impossible for things to always be bad in a constant streak," Dooku shared. "Which means that no matter how good or bad things get, they always come back to the middle. After meeting Revan, I finally see the truth in that term. The balance in the Force he represents and what I know of his biography is evidence enough of that. So don't become depressed. Yes, my old master, Darth Sidious, may have taken control of the Republic and managed to turn it against the Jedi Order like he planned but something has to come to our own advantage eventually. And when this happens, we will capitalize on that opportunity."
Sira was quiet for a time. Then she couldn't help but laugh.
"What's so funny?" Dooku asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I-I'm sorry…" Sira said between gasps. "It's just that…I can't…believe I just got consoled by Count freakin' Dooku. My day just got weirder by a whole parsec and it was quite a ride already."
Dooku snorted. "I do have a heart, you know. Dark side wielders may be power-hungry and crave to be in control but to say we are all heartless monsters devoid anything positive is common misconception. Besides, you are hardly the first distraught youngling I have had to comfort in my fairly long live. And for now, you are under my care. So yes, I tried to make you feel better. Now that you released your tension with laughter, I suggest you go to sleep."
Sira paused for a moment, unsure of her reply but in the end she just nodded and headed to her designated quarters. Dooku turned back to look at Tython through the duraglass window.
"Yes," Dooku muttered in agreement. "The tide will turn to our favor eventually." He closed his eyes and let out a breath, sensing Revan's return approaching. The Force rushed over him as he turned his eyes back to the viewport, the Ebon Hawk dropped out of Lightspeed before him.
He opened the comm channel, "Glad to see you again, we'll meet you in main Hangar."
Revan's voice chimed in, "No. Just stay up there for now. Have Plagueis and HK checked in yet?
"Not yet, I haven't heard from them since they left." Dooku said flatly.
"If we don't hear from them by the end of the next rotation I vote we go looking for them," Revan suggested.
"Agreed." He paused, "And Revan? It's good to see you back."
"It's good to be home, Count." Revan replied before cutting the communication channel.
Revan brought the ship inside the MagCon field and lowered the boarding ramp, he went to check on Serra once more, and she sat up slowly as Revan entered the room. He offered his hand to her in an effort to help.
She smiled but politely rejected his offer, "How can I get back to my best if I rely on you every time I stand up?"
"Fair point," he replied with a smile. "Oh, and so you can't say I didn't warn you, be careful, my team thus far is a bit... unique."
"Could you define 'unique'?" Serra questioned.
Revan chuckled, "Trust me. It's better if you see for yourself."
The two made their way down the Ebon Hawk's boarding ramp into the station; Revan walked a few paces behind Serra as she slowly made her way to the door, limping slightly as she did. Revan drifted toward one of the Hawk's landing gear, after his escapade at the Jedi Temple he expected there to be at least some damage to the ship. He ran his hand over the cold metal of the ship, feeling it easily surrender under his touch. The metal struts strained and moaned.
Revan sighed as he pulled his hand away, reaching into the confines of his robe as he pulled out the datapad once more, turning it over in his hands, "Alright little guy, here we go again."
Revan left the hangar, catching Serra as she waited for the turbolift to arrive.
"So, want to meet the team, or get some more rest first? Then again, hardly any of the team is here right now," Revan said.
"I'll be fine, so who's first?" the young woman asked.
Revan paused as he thought to himself how alike Serra and Bastila really were, and now that he knew of her bloodline, it opened so many new possibilities to his plans. The Keto family was once one of great power in the Teta system and its regional capital world, Empress Teta, was the main hub of galactic civilization in the Deep Core and was also one of the few highly urbanized planets in the region that can truly claim to be a rival of Courscant itself.
Revan could remember learning about the Keto's crusade to conquer the Republic during his time as a youngling at the Jedi academy. That was one of the royal family's darker chapters but that family produced excellent rulers for many centuries before that and the tetans of varying social classes he meet in his life before traveling through time spoke of the Keto monarchs with outmost reverence for making their planet great and influential in the galactic arena, unifying the various groups of people in the system and ruling efficiently in an impressively consistent manner. If Serra's family lineage still held any weight over the system, Revan was positive he could use her to gain some sort of political advantage.
The pair stepped into the turbolift, Revan hit the key for the observation deck and watched the doors close, "Alright, first off- and please keep an open mind- we have the former leader of the Separatist Alliance, Count Dooku."
Serra crossed her arms, clearly apprehensive toward what she was hearing.
"I know, that's what I thought at first when he offered to join me. But he's proven himself a valuable member of the team, he played a big part in securing Tython and making sure the planet was safe after I had to leave," Revan explained.
Serra relaxed a bit, yet still uneasy, "How do you know you can trust him?"
"He's had ample opportunity to kill me, and hasn't taken it. Nor have I sensed any deception from him."
"He could just mask that intent from you through the Force," Serra countered.
"True. But the station is always monitored, and he hasn't tried to contact any of the Separatists, or his former Sith master," Revan replied. He sensed her doubt, and he expected he wasn't going to convince her of Dooku just yet so he sighed. "I can imagine tolerating Dooku's presence wouldn't be a simple matter for you. So, I am not going to ask you to work with him if you don't want to anytime soon. But please, try not to start an unnecessary light saber duel. I know you are wary about the idea of being in the same room as the leader of the side of the war he took against the Jedi but while our feelings in the matter may still be fresh, the reality of the situation is that we are better off united than apart as things stand. Dooku can't go back to Darth Sidious. He told me his former master was a believer of the Rule of Two Sith dogma and…based on what we saw during the sacking of the Jedi Temple, I have to assume that in Sidious mind, Dooku has been replaced."
Serra's jaw clenched. "Anakin," She muttered with venom in her voice.
"Exactly," Revan said with a nod. "And if I am honest with myself, I think I have grown fond of the count. He may be a Sith but I hardly ever encounter Sith lords as calm as he usually is, even when in battle. And this comes from a guy who has dealt with hundreds of Dark side users for different reasons so trust me, I consider his self- control when wielding the Dark side high praise. Dooku mostly controls his own Dark side, instead of the other way around and that's why I am willing to trust him somewhat. It also helps that he is smart enough to realize based on his current options he is better off with me as his ally now that if spotted he is going to be on Sidious hit list. So you can relax, I doubt he'll start anything."
Serra stood silently as she processed Revan's perspective on the matter, biting her lower lip as if worried she might say something out of turn, she closed her eyes as she sighed.
"Alright," she said. "I'll play along."
Revan gave her a slight grin as the turbolift door opened. He and Serra stood silently in the doorway as a patrol of combat droids passed them by. Revan took Serra to the main observation window where Dooku stood waiting for them; he turned around and began walking toward Revan. He clasped Revan's hand with a grin on his face.
"Back for the duration this time right?" Dooku asked.
Revan nodded, "With luck, I hope so. Is Zeego still on the surface?"
"He is. I think he's cleaning up the Temple still. Or helping Kalikori, I hadn't been keeping track of him."
"Well I'll head down there soon enough," Revan smiled as he broke the handshake, glancing at Serra. "I suppose it's time for the meet and greet," he paused. "Let me introduce you to Serra Keto."
"Ah, so this is why you left in such a hurry, isn't it?" Dooku asked.
Revan nodded, "Long story short, we won't be going back to Coruscant anytime soon."
"That bad, isn't it?" Dooku wondered.
Revan remained silent, "I'd rather not talk about it. I'll explain later. Where's Sira?"
Dooku motioned down the hall toward the crew quarters. "She's resting, she spends a lot of time alone, and I don't think she's really come to terms with what happened."
Revan looked down the hall, "Her life as she knew it is gone, everyone's is. She'll adapt. She has to." He looked at Serra, "I don't think Sira is in the mood for company right now, so until the others get back I suppose that might be it for the team for now."
"Take me down there anyway," Serra requested. "Maybe having another Jedi around might ease her. I never met her, but her master spoke highly of her. Is he here?"
Revan shook his head, "He was killed when Order 66 began."
Serra stood quietly, thinking back to Cin Drallig, hoping that he was still fighting somewhere. She hadn't sensed his death, so she expected that was a good thing. "I'd like to talk to her if I could."
"Alright, I'll take you to her, but I can't stay around. I have something I need to take care of..." Revan's voice trailed off as he held the datapad within his hand. He gave Dooku a nod and took Serra down the hall, looking for Sira's dorm as he did so. Serra trailed a few steps behind him, examining the simple architecture style of the Station. The mix of stone and metal was a strange one to her. Revan stopped a few feet in front of her, standing outside one of the rooms. Serra could feel a moderately strong presence in the Force on the other side.
Revan tapped on the door, "Sira? Do you mind if we come in for a second? I found someone I think you want to meet."
Sira remained silent on the other side of the door, Serra knocked on the door as well.
"Sira? My name is Serra. I'm a Jedi too, so if you want to talk I'm here."
The door opened and Sira stood quietly, she stepped aside offering for them to step inside. Serra stepped forward and sat on a chair near the far wall, she could see Sira's eyes were streaked with tears still. Sira looked at Revan, expecting him to follow her inside but instead he stepped back.
"I can't right now, I have something I need to take care of. I just thought you needed someone other than me right now," Revan said.
Sira tried to smile, only managing a half-grin, "Thank you."
Revan nodded as the door closed, he went back to the turbolift. Dooku had the left the Observation window, most likely to practice his lightsaber drills. Revan took the turbolift down to the maintenance level. He stepped off the elevator and stepped into one of the droid stations. He set the datapad on the workbench and looked around the room, hoping to find something he could use for T3.
The replacement Star Forge had more spare parts lying around than Revan expected there to be. He cracked his neck and picked up a fusion cutter, reaching for various pieces of droid plating and began assembling the various components needed for a functioning utility droid. He could've tasked the station with constructing the replacement, but this task was too personal for Revan. He had to put T3 together himself.
Lola Sayu
Plagueis cut through the outer ventilation grate and jumped down to the ground. Barriss and HK followed behind him as the two finally made their way out of the facility. They could see the fleet of Republic ships in the distance as gunships continued making trips from the surface of the planet to back to the fleet and vice versa.
Stealth and silence was their key to getting home at this point. HK-47 slung his rifle over his back as he pulled up a map of the region, he took the lead and started making his way back toward the shuttle, and he could see some of the clone troopers on his motion tracker, keeping low as he increased his speed. Plagueis and Barriss did their best to keep up with him, but HK's mechanized body was able to move at a much quicker pace than both the aging muun and the young mirialan.
"Declaration: There are several clone troopers approaching from the west. Suggestion: We should ready weapons should they find us," HK-47 said.
Plagueis nodded as he held his lightsaber in hand, Barriss primed the blaster pistol. HK-47 did the same with his blaster rifle. The pair of clone troopers turned the corner just as the droid stated they would. HK fired a series of blaster bolts at the one while Plagueis used the Force to pull the other into his igniting lightsaber.
The clone let out a short cry as Plagueis ended his life, the corpse slumped to the floor as the former Sith deactivated the saber. HK gave him a short nod.
"Efficient," the droid commented. "Addition: We must hurry; I expect more troops will be arriving soon."
Plagueis remained silent as he clipped his lightsaber to his belt heading down the path that seemed most familiar to him. Barriss followed in his wake, silently thinking to herself as she formed her opinion of this ambiguous ally.
He was obviously a powerful warrior, the Force manifested itself within him, his presence was even stronger than that of Jedi Council Members she had known. He was undoubtedly more powerful than her former instructor Luminara, perhaps even on par with the saber skills of Windu and the wisdom of Yoda, if not stronger.
Whatever this Muun was, he was a being of great power; power that would become Barriss' if she had any say in the matter. Emotion and strength were the only way to attain order now. There had to be a reason this Muun came for her, and she was determined to obtain that power.
Then there was the assassin droid. The way he spoke, how he referred to his 'master', the droid clearly belonged to someone other than Plagueis, meaning there was someone else pulling the strings, making the plans.
As the trio made their way along the rocky pathways and the sulfuric shores they could sense the clones following their trail. They must have found the corpses of their fallen comrades. HK fell behind the others and left behind a small det charge on a weak point along the rock wall. He primed the charge as he linked it with his remote detonator. The droid made his way back to Plagueis and Barriss, both of them stopping in their tracks.
"Where did you go off to?" Barriss asked.
HK-47 didn't respond, instead he simply raised his hand and pressed the detonator, a deafening cacophony ensued as the rock wall collapsed somewhere behind them, they could barely hear the yells and chaotic outcries as the rock walls collapsed atop some of the troopers.
"Assessment: The republic has been following us. My suspicions were correct, my trap won't stop them for long but if we hurry, we should manage to escape in time."
Plagueis smirked, "Then let's get a move-on. I'm sure Revan's wondering what's taking us so long."
Barriss gasped lightly at the name. Revan. He was dead for millennia, unless there was somehow a strange coincidence. She was certain that in centuries past, since the former Sith Lord that someone in the galaxy had named their child Revan. But she felt an overwhelming presence telling her that this was the Revan; the one and only Revan that was truly worth mentioning.
"You mean... Revan somehow lives...?" she asked apprehensively.
"He does," Plagueis nodded. "And we're going to help him reshape the galaxy."
"Statement: There has been enough talk of my master," he turned to Barriss, "Statement: Should my master wish you to know the extent of our plans, he will divulge them himself at his own discretion."
Plagueis gave him a glance of annoyance, yet understood the droid's concern. It was Revan's order, not his. But he had his own plans for Barriss, that's why he came here after all.
HK took the lead once again and led them around the corner; he could see the shuttle in the distance as the stealth generator deactivated. They hurried their pace and ran for the ship, expecting their time before the Republic caught them was running short.
They boarded the shuttle and HK took his seat in the pilot's chair. The shuttle's engine roared to life. He raised his gaze outside of the viewport as their fears were realized. A squad of clone troops came along the trail, taking shots at the shuttle.
HK-47 raised the shuttle's shields as he could hear blaster bolts scorching the hull of the ship. He lifted the shuttle off the ground and sent the shuttle up into the atmosphere, watching blaster bolts streak past the ship. As the ship began to break the atmosphere he moved to address Plagueis.
"Order: Contact Revan. Let him know we are returning to the Star Forge."
Plagueis nodded, "Better let him know now before he sends someone else to come look for us."
Star Forge
Zeego stepped off the Turbolift, it felt almost strange to be back on the station after spending so much time on the surface. But Dooku had contacted him with news that Revan was back and Zeego was excited to seeing his friend after what seemed like weeks of being away, when in reality it had only been no more than a few standard days.
He walked along the corridor into the open droid bay where he found Revan readily working on what seemed like a strange and unique astromech droid, only with a disc shaped head and an inverted movement layout.
"Now what in the name of the Force are you making?" Zeego joked.
Revan set aside the hydrospanner and connected an uplink cable to a port on the droid's head. He then linked the cable to the datapad and a secondary coupling before he executed the "upload" command. He stood up and clasped Zeego's hand.
"Good to see you too Zeego. Soon I'll be introducing you to an old friend of mine. T3-M4. My old utility droid." Revan declared.
"You mean you kept his memory core after all these years?"
Revan shook his head, "I didn't keep it myself so much as find where he stashed the thing. He stored a backup in the ship's records." Revan explained.
"Sounds like you got lucky then," Zeego responded. "Oh wait, you don't believe in luck do you?"
"Luck is a... strange subject." Revan answered.
Dooku came over the intercom, "Revan? Plagueis is on holocall. They're on their way home. And they're bringing another recruit."
Revan smiled, "Good. Zeego and I are coming up in a second, tell them to join us in the conference room when they arrive." Dooku shut off the intercomm in response, Revan knew he would deliver the message. "C'mon. It's going to be a few hours before T3's up and running, let's go visit Dooku."
"Plagueis...?" Zeego asked hesitantly.
"I'll explain when we get to the conference room. But first I need to visit someone here on the station."
Revan strode into the interrogation chamber where Spar was cuffed to the table. The mandalorian remained quiet as he stepped inside. Revan paced around the room for a few moments, trying to sense what he could of Spar's thoughts and personality.
Spar coughed, "If you're going to kill me, get on with it."
"Do you really think I would've gone to all this trouble to get ahold of you if I wanted you dead Spar?"
"'Get ahold of me'?" Spar mocked. "You make it sound like I wasn't answering my holocomm."
"Sense of humor I see, good. Listen here mandalorian, I'm short on time so I'll make this quick. I need your help."
"If you've got a job you could have just hired me." Spar commented.
"I don't have a job for you, so much as an... offer." Revan replied.
"I don't exactly have any interest in any of your offers."
"You will after I say what I have to say." Revan told him.
Spar remained silent.
"I'm going to tell you a story," Revan began. "Many years ago, before the Clone Wars and long before the Ruusan Reformation Act, your people led a crusade to conquer the known Galaxy, and this was known as the Mandalorian Wars.
"And we would have won if it wasn't for Revan," Spar sneered.
"Exactly, you would have won if it wasn't for me." Revan answered. "I remember every last battle from the war. From Dxun, to Duro, to Ares III. To Malachor... I remember challenging Mandalore to single combat, and I remember every strike, parry, and feint he made in his efforts to win the duel."
"You're full of nonsense, you aruetyc jetii," Spar declared.
"Doubt me all you want, it's still the truth. If you don't believe me, let me show you someone who will." Revan placed his hand on Spar's head, the room grew darker as a fog covered the floor, rising slowly, and an armored man slowly stepped from the fog. Spar found himself staring into the atypical mandalorian T-shaped visor, only this one seemed much older. A series of tubes climbed from the breastplate into the helmet, he could hear the filtered breathing.
"Spar. You need to listen to me. What he tells you is true and you must listen to me. From one Mandalore to another. Our people are dying, and given the state of the galaxy, things aren't going to change on their own. You need this man as much as he needs you, he can help you bring the mandalorians back to greatness. Just listen to him ner vod." Canderous' voice drifted off as the fog faded away.
Revan smiled as his gentle mind influence worked on the Mandalorian. Spar possessed great willpower and was quite resistant to the atypical jedi mind trick, however it didn't stop him from carefully deceiving Spar's mind, as dishonorable as it was, Revan needed this Mandalorian on his side.
"So," Revan began. "Will you join me Spar?"
"I'll see what you're about 'Revan'. But if I don't like what's going on, I'm going back to Mandalore. So what do you need from me?" he asked.
"I'll explain shortly. Come with me." Revan released Spar from his restraints. His plan was moving perfectly. With Spar aiding him, he was certain other mandalorians would follow his example. Plagueis and Dooku both offered a wealth of knowledge regarding Sidious, not to mention the funding their material wealth combined could provide his cause. Serra offered a key to gaining weight in the political scene, whether she knew it or not. Sira was only the first of many Jedi that would learn from his ways and the people of Kalikori were a valuable labor source. And that's without counting HK-47 and the possibilities the Star Forge provided for him. His droid could create chaos in the public world to distract from Revan's movements and his organization while the Star Forge would be absolutely vital to support his movement to overthrow Sidious.
Revan was certain they would all prove themselves to be important factors for his plans. The new Sith Emperor may have won this round but Revan and his cause will prepare and grow ever stronger in the shadows while Sidious rests in his cradle of power. And when his new order grows mighty in both sides of the Force, they shall return.
AN: And thus ends Act I of The Legend Reborn! Revan has finally begun laying his plan and he has a means of moving forward. I also understand that some people have become somewhat annoyed at Dooku's role in the story this year (how he has essentially been a caretaker for the Star Forge). Now, I assure everyone that going forward, Dooku will play a much more integral role going forward. I have big plans for him to say the lease. I look forward to continuing the story and I'll see you all in Chapter 16! Until then,
-CaptainCakeless117