A/N: New chapter. OMG D: ITS DOOKU! R&R PLZ!

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The Talk

Dooku looked over Anikan's file. Of all the cases he'd done, Anikan was most interesting. He'd created his own galaxy. 26 worlds had been recorded that he'd described vividly. Over 50 people created. He couldn't even start on the technology. He was

obviously intelligent, which is why his loss of sanity is such a mystery. Its also why it was dangerous, considering his world was at war. Dooku could only speak to him when his mind was closest to reality, because since Anikan had met him, he was convinced

Dooku was evil. He called him a "Sith." In Anikan's world, he was Count Dooku. When they had first meet, Anikan had to be restrained to keep him from killing Dooku. Later, he was found in his room bleeding, claiming it was a "lightsaber" wound that Dooku

had inflicted on him, even though they found the knife in his room later that day, still dripping from Anikan's blood. In all his time he had never had such a hard case to deal with. Dooku decided he would have talk with him again. Learn more about the

"Confederacy of Planets", the "Jedi", and the "Sith" he was apparently apart of.

Dooku frowned.

"Anikan, look at me, and do not bit your lip. You shall not get off easily like last time and you will answer my questions." Anikan scowled at the ground. Who was he to tell a Jedi what to do. "Anikan, tell me what you see." Anikan looked at him with confusion.

"What do you think I see? Naboo? I see the ship we're on, duh." Dooku raised a brow. So they were on a ship… odd.

"Describe the ship." He commanded. Anikan glowered at him.

"What kind of idiotic question is that? No, I won't describe anything! I won't play this stupid game. I know you're up to something, even if I don't know what." Anikan snapped stubbornly. Dooku scowled. This was not going according to plan.

"You shall do as I say or be returned to your room." Dooku said adamantly.

"Why should I?"

"I told you to." Anikan huffed.

"It's a normal Separatists cruiser like all the others they have. It was bought from the Trade Union most likely." Dooku nodded.

"Good. Now how about some physical characteristics?"

"Have you gone blind?"

"That is entirely beside point." Anikan growled, ready to punch Dooku.

"It's dark and slightly cold. It's made of metal like every other kriffing ship out there." Dooku raised a brow. Kriffing? Anikan sighed.

"What now?"

"Nothing. You have provided some useful information to me Skywalker. Whether you realize it now or not you are helping yourself." Anikan eyed Dooku warily. Dooku remained unphased by Anikan's curiosity.

"Tell me more about what you know."

"Are you asking me about the Separatists?" Anikan asked in complete disbelief.

"Perhaps." Anikan's eyes suddenly turned down towards the floor, slightly glazing over. Dooku had seen this in patients who were deep in there own little world. It meant they had lost total touch with reality. It was usually caused by the thought of

something that was entrenched in their fake little world. He sighed. Why couldn't he get through to Anikan when he had helped so many others with similar cases? Why did Anikan have to go and be so complex?