Ripples in the Force
Chapter 1
A Change of Fate
I have never been fond of training younglings into padawans, mostly because, despite being raised in the most disciplined of environments, they still have the childish inclinations all intelligent life possess. But, unlike a fully realized Jedi Knight, they actually act on them.
- The Personal Annals of Jedi Master Dooku
Meditation must be done in silence. Without silence, the Force cannot be heard. The sounds of the world, the chaos of noise, muffles it like a hand over the mouth. A puzzling irony, but one that still somehow made sense.
Dooku liked the quiet. It was soothing. Comforting. The Force could move in a gentle current, like a tranquil stream slipping across a bed of smooth rock. It could touch his mind and soul, bringing him clarity and focus that made non-force sensitives puzzled and left his fellow Jedi green with envy. At least, he suspected they were envious. Although, that was not an emotion a Jedi was supposed to possess.
However, tonight felt different. The currents of the Force swirled and churned like rapids, foaming at the mouth like an enraged, caged animal. Never in Dooku's long years as a Jedi Master had he felt such turmoil, anguish, and uncertainty. When he first felt this change, he was alarmed, puzzled, and curious.
How he wished he wasn't the latter.
He did not meditate in this climate. Not tonight. Instead, he sat on his bed in the Jedi Temple, leaning against the plain, gray wall behind him. His cold, brown gaze focused ahead on a mirror across the room; one of the few vain possessions the Jedi Order granted him. In that mirror, he saw an unrecognizable man.
Streaks of silvery hair were not unusual to him. Not anymore. They began appearing a couple of years ago as he aged. But, tonight, they loomed large. Crow's feet that clawed at the corners of his eyes appeared deeper. He was haggard. Tired. The rest of his dark hair, normally slicked back, was left to hang over his brow in bedraggled ribbons of black and gray. The sharp beard he sported had patches that sprouted longer than the rest.
It had been days since he left his quarters. Days since he groomed himself. Days since he learned of something horrible that wrenched at his heart and mind.
Soft tinks tapped against his door. He knew that sound. He grew up with it, learned from it, trained from the Jedi Master who knocked not with their hand, but with a short stick. Normally, such a visit would have prompted him to rise to his feet, make himself look presentable, then open the door with a gentle smile. After all, they were so rare anymore.
Tonight, as the lights of Coruscant flickered behind his closed shades, he simply dragged a hand through the air, willing the Force to slide his door open.
Master Yoda stood in the doorway, hunched over his gnarled cane. His long, pointed ears twitched as he peered into the darkness of Dooku's room, the light from the corridor beyond spilling in to chase the shadows away. Large, green eyes narrowed on Dooku. Then, with a soft tap of his cane, Yoda hobbled into the room.
Yoda paused near Dooku's bed. Both of his weathered hands closed around the knob atop his cane. The ancient Jedi Master let out a hum, causing Dooku to scoff.
"I suppose you're here to comfort me?"
"Always there, a master is, for their student. Even when the student becomes a master himself," Yoda croaked
Dooku blew out a sigh. His eyes flicked to the sliver of glass he could see beyond his shades. Outside of his room, Coruscant lived as if nothing had happened. Speeders and transports innumerable lit up the darkness around the gargantuan skyscrapers in the distance like millions of stars. Even more lights winked from those skyscrapers as they pierced the dark clouds hovering in the atmosphere. All these years Dooku had lived on this world, it had not changed. One death would not make it sleep, even if it felt more significant than any Dooku endured before.
"Then I am a poor master," Dooku muttered.
Yoda's brow furrowed. "The death of a student, a poor master does not make. Especially when the life lost is one laid down for another."
Dooku snapped his eyes to Yoda. For a split second, there was a twinge of anger in his heart. He quickly banished it, but not before Yoda closed his eyes.
"When my padawan, you were, what did I tell you?"
Dooku snorted. "You told me many things, most of which I can't recall at the moment." Yoda remained quiet. The silence beckoned Dooku to fill it. "You told me that death is a natural part of life."
Yoda hummed. "That it is."
"And I accepted that long ago," Dooku continued, "but it is not Qui-Gon's death that leaves me in this embarrassing state. It's…" Dooku's throat bobbed, "it's the helplessness I feel in the wake of it. The uselessness of it all. It was all a waste, and it sickens me."
Yoda shook his head. To Dooku's surprise, the diminutive Grand Master hopped onto the foot of his bed, taking a seat with his short legs crossed. His large eyes remained focused on Dooku. He remained quiet. It was a favorite psychological trick of Master Yoda's. Let the silence become so unbearable that it must be filled. Dooku, when he was younger, enjoyed making a game out of it. Who could break the quiet first?
Now that he was older, jaded, he could not bring himself to care as much.
"I should have been able to do something."
Yoda's lips thinned. "To try to change the will of the Force, not for us to do. To decide the will of the force, not wise enough we are. We never will be." Yoda pointed a gnarled finger at him, the sharp nail quivering in the sliver of light from the hall. "Qui-Gon, dead he is. But lives still, in the Force, he does."
"And I suppose you're about to tell me to mourn him not, miss him not? Rejoice?" Dooku shook his head. "Master Yoda, I think it's been several centuries too long since you've lost a padawan to anything other than old age. It has made you callous."
Yoda did not take offense, of course. The Grandmaster was the wisest member of the Jedi Order. He had lived seven of Dooku's lifetime's already, and he would likely live many more. Any insult Dooku could say was already far beneath him. So, he was surprised when Yoda acknowledged what he said.
"Strong was the bond between you and Qui-Gon, even when time and duty distanced both of you. Many of your teachings, Qui-Gon adhered to." A heavy breath passed from Yoda's mouth. "A great Jedi, we have lost." Then, a slight twinkle sparked in Yoda's green eyes. "A greater one too, we may have gained."
Dooku's brow furrowed. "This has something to do with Qui-Gon's sacrifice?"
"Lay down his life, Master Qui-Gon did, for his student, and for another. A boy from Tatooine, who he believed to be strong."
Dooku wanted to ignore this revelation. He wasn't surprised by it. Qui-Gon was always someone to get attached to the strangest of things and beings. A random child from Tatooine catching his eyes was not out of the ordinary. If Qui-Gon saw potential in the boy, then he would have attempted to foster him and bring him to the Temple for evaluation. Yoda bringing him up suggested exactly that happened.
Dooku's hand went to his chin as a sudden thought intruded on his melancholy.
What was a prospective padawan learner doing with Qui-Gon on Naboo?
"You rejected the boy," Dooku breathed.
"No decision was made," Yoda replied. "Qui-Gon would not let the boy out of his sight."
Dooku leaned forward, his dark brow furrowing. "And just how special was this child that Qui-Gon would be willing to bring him into an active warzone on Naboo?"
Yoda drew in a deep breath then exhaled slowly. "Convinced he was, that he had found the chosen one."
It all became clear. Qui-Gon was always one to listen to the Will of the Force. A rather insufferable trait, in Dooku's opinion. He often thought it was Qui-Gon's go-to excuse for being willful and disobedient to the teachings of the Jedi Order. A rather sneaky trick that he may have obtained from watching Dooku interact with members of the Council back when he was merely a Padawan under Dooku's tutelage. It both made Dooku furious, and somewhat proud. His student was not beholden to the whims of a flawed High Council, even if his own reasonings were near nonsensical.
Dying for a boy believed to be the chosen one required a clear mind and conviction. Nonsense did not factor into such an action.
"Why are you here?" Dooku finally asked Yoda. "This is not a simple visit to comfort a grieving old man, is it?"
Yoda hopped down from the bed, his feet hardly making a sound when he touched the ground. The only noise that came from his fall was the tap of his cane against the ground.
"Appear before the High Council tomorrow morning, you will. An assignment, we have for you," Yoda replied cryptically. A mischievous smirk spread over the little green alien's lips. "Suggest cleaning yourself up beforehand, I do."
Yoda shuffled out of his room. The door opened for the Grandmaster, then hissed closed once he was gone. Dooku leaned back against the wall, his sharp jaw working back and forth as he mulled over his master's words.
"Why do I have a bad feeling about this?"
For the first time in days, Dooku emerged from his quarters. As always, he stepped into the corridors of the Jedi Temple looking immaculate, and sophisticated, benefitting of his station as a Jedi Master on the High Council. His dark hair, streaked with gray, was slicked back out of his brow. He had trimmed his beard back to its sharp, well-manicured look. Flecks of gray speckled it, growing larger by the day.
Not a single wrinkle marred his Jedi robes or brown cloak. His boots were polished to a brilliant, black shine. At his hip dangled his lightsaber hilt from his belt. With a sigh, he turned and marched down the corridor toward the closest turbo-lift, his cloak billowing behind him, the hem swept against the floor as he walked.
When he reached the empty lift, he immediately pressed the button which would take him from the Jedi Temple living quarters to the top of the tallest spire of the Temple. Then, he waited for the doors to shut.
And waited…
And waited…
A door opened in the hall. A young Jedi Knight emerged in a panic. His clothes were wrinkled. Bags sat under his eyes. His boots still possessed what looked like remnants of carbon scoring on the heel and toes. In his panicked state, he almost tripped over his own feet as he rushed to the turbo-lift.
Dooku leaned over and tapped the "close door" button.
"Hold the lift!"
Dooku tapped the button several more times.
Blasted thing! Close!
Right as the doors moved to close, the Jedi Knight burst into the lift, sliding to a stop right before he could run full speed into the back wall. The Jedi Knight panted and puffed, sucking in deep breaths. Now that Dooku got a closer look at the young man, he realized that this Knight was new. He could still smell the faint scent of singed hair from where his padawan braid was cut.
"Thank you," The Knight huffed.
Dooku gave him a stern look but said nothing. The Knight opened and closed his hands and swallowed hard. He was nervous. Why?
"Going to see the council as well?" The Knight asked. Dooku ignored him. "I suppose I will be seeing them after you, maybe?"
When the Knight finally caught his breath, he folded his hands into the sleeves of his robe, giving him a more dignified appearance. He stood taller now that he didn't look so hurried.
He's not hopeless after all.
"Pardon me, but I don't believe I have seen you here at the Temple before," the Knight continued.
"That is because I rarely stay here long," Dooku replied, hoping his curt response would end the conversation.
The Jedi Knight blinked. "I can't imagine why you wouldn't want to be here. I mean… after everything that's just happened to me, I want nothing more than to stay here for a little while. Regain my bearings and clear my mind."
"Do you have a reason for speaking to me?" Dooku finally asked, frowning at the Knight.
The Knight opened and closed his mouth. "I suppose not."
"Then let us keep it that way. You are not the only one having a rather uncomfortable past few days."
Dooku huffed then returned his focus to the silver doors in front of him. The lift was taking longer to get to the top than he was used to. How irritating.
After a couple more moments of unbearable silence, the door hissed open, revealing the rotunda that sat just outside of the council chamber. Dooku stepped out, as did the young Knight. Then, they waited.
When the council doors opened, Dooku blinked in surprise when the Jedi Sentinel guarding the room beckoned both him and the Knight to enter at the same time.
The entire council was assembled and seated. Dooku immediately spotted Yoda in his small chair beside the Master Mace Windu. He shared a respectful nod with the Koruun, who gave him one in return. Dooku spotted several other familiar faces as well like Oppo Rancisis, whose long tail coiled around his chair, Yarael Poof, Yaddle, Ki-Adi Mundi, and Plo Koon. Wise masters he knew well.
He stepped to the center of the circular chambers along with the Jedi Knight. When they reached the middle of the room, the door to the chambers hissed closed then locked. The Jedi Sentinel remained outside.
Dooku looked around, puzzled. The council looked anxious. Even Master Windu, as stern a man as he was, appeared troubled. Dooku folded his hands in front of him.
Yoda was the first to speak. He nodded at the Jedi Knight beside Dooku.
"Fully assembled, we are now. The Council wishes to congratulate you, Obi-Wan Kenobi," Dooku's eyes widened as Yoda spoke, "for your knighthood."
"Though gained through hardship and tragedy, we see the makings of a great Knight and Master in you," Plo Koon warbled through the mask that allowed him to breathe in a normal atmosphere.
Dooku glanced at the young knight beside him. He knew the name Obi-Wan Kenobi. In the rare communications he had with Qui-Gon over the past few years, his old student brought up his latest padawan often. He spoke highly of the boy, though he did lament his rigidity at times. From the way the boy dressed, and from his first interaction with Dooku, the older Master wondered if the boy really was as stiff as Qui-Gon claimed.
Obi-Wan executed a perfect bow to the council. "Thank you, Masters."
Out of the corner of his eye, Dooku saw the corner of Obi-Wan's mouth twitch a little. It wasn't a smile. It was a grimace. A quick probe through the force told Dooku why. He was filled with doubt and worry. The boy did not feel he was ready or worthy of knighthood. Not yet, at least. But, the council granted it to him. Why?
I will have to ask Master Yoda later.
"To you, Master Dooku, greetings we extend as well," Yoda said with a gesture of his hand.
"Welcome home, Master Dooku," Mace Windu nodded.
Dooku bowed his head. "I wish it were under better circumstances."
"As do we all," Oppo Rancisis' soft voice agreed.
Mace Windu leaned forward in his seat. "I think we all know we can save pleasantries for after this council. There are pressing matters to attend to. Discussions we need to have."
"Agreed," Ki-Adi Mundi nodded. "The nature of events that happened on Naboo must be confronted."
Dooku furrowed his brow. "May I inquire as to what exactly happened?" He noticed Obi-Wan give him a surprised look. "I am aware of Master Qui-Gon's death," it took every ounce of strength Dooku possessed to keep his voice from shaking, "but I am unaware of the nature it happened."
Silence hung heavy in the air. A dark shroud seemingly descended on the council chambers, making the already small space feel stifling. Obi-Wan Kenobi swallowed hard beside Dooku, both of his hands clenching tight in front of him as he kept them folded.
Mace Windu cleared his throat. "Qui-Gon Jinn was slain on Naboo by what appears to be a Sith Lord."
Dooku's heart lurched. His eyes narrowed as disbelief filled him. "I beg your pardon?"
"It is true," Obi-Wan breathed. "I fought him as well. I… I still am unsure how I managed to best him."
Dooku whipped his eyes to Obi-Wan. His disbelief grew. This boy, one barely beyond the stages of a Padawan, managed to slay the first Sith Lord to emerge in over a thousand years!?
"Forgive me if I am struggling to believe these things," Dooku breathed, returning his attention to the council. He wanted to laugh the explanation off as a joke. A farce. But, Yoda's grim silence told him that it was true. "And the Sith?"
"Dead," Mace Windu replied.
Dooku glanced at Obi-Wan again. The knight looked uncomfortable as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He did a splendid job of masking his discomfort though. It took a scrutinizing eye to notice it.
There is much more potential in this one than I realized.
"We have brought you both to this council to discuss what is going to happen now in the wake of Master Qui-Gon's death," Master Windu continued, leaning back in his seat as he steepled his fingers. "As you are now both aware, Master Qui-Gon encountered what he believed to be a vergence in the Force. A boy, who he brought before us to be evaluated for training.
In light of his death, and the circumstances surrounding it, we have decided to grant one of Master Qui-Gon's dying wishes. The boy, Anakin Skywalker, will be trained as a Jedi."
Obi-Wan's hands fell to his sides. He appeared surprised but relieved as well.
"That's… good news," Obi-Wan said.
"Yes," Mace Windu continued. His lips thinned a moment. "As for his other wish though, we cannot accept it. I apologize, Obi-Wan, but you are not experienced enough to be able to handle a student like Anakin Skywalker. You need time to grow as a Jedi Knight before you can teach such a challenging padawan."
Obi-Wan's mouth fell open. "But- But Master Qui-Gon-"
"We have taken into account Qui-Gon's desire to have the boy trained by someone he knows and trusts," Ki-Adi Mundi cut in. "As such, we have called upon someone with a bit more experience training challenging padawans."
All eyes turned to Dooku. Dooku blinked, then folded his arms.
"I refuse," Dooku grunted.
"You cannot," Master Windu countered.
"I can."
"The council wills it."
"The Force wills me to ignore you."
Yoda hummed the harrumphed. "A poor excuse, that is, my old padawan."
Dooku drew in a deep breath through his nose. His eyes bore holes into his old Master. There was mischief behind Yoda's green eyes as he met Dooku's gaze. It only caused more frustration to build within him.
"I need time," Dooku finally said, sweeping his gaze back to Master Windu. "I need-"
"Time is of the essence, Master Dooku," Master Windu replied. "The boy is… old. Too old, in my opinion, and in the opinion of others on this council. But, his strength cannot be ignored. It needs to be fostered, tamed, and taught to be controlled. We can provide that. You can provide the guidance he needs to become a great Jedi."
Dooku furrowed his brow. "How old is he?"
"Nine," Obi-Wan said before anyone else could. "He's nine years old."
More shock filled Dooku. No wonder Yoda said the council was unable to come to a decision originally. Most padawan learners arrived at the Jedi Temple before their second or third birthday. Even four-year-olds were often considered too old to truly thrive in the rigid structure of the Jedi Order. For the council to even consider someone as old as nine spoke to the boy's obvious potential.
Qui-Gon, your rashness knew no bounds.
"Is there perhaps a better master for the boy?" Dooku pressed. "I hear a promising young knight by the name of Depa Billaba is searching for a padawan."
"Youth is not what the boy needs," Mace replied, his tone stern and final. "The boy needs a mentor, not a brother." He finished by giving Obi-Wan a sharp look. "You trained Qui-Gon. You know how Qui-Gon would have wanted the boy to be trained and taught."
"And if you expect me to teach him as Qui-Gon would have, you are sorely mistaken," Dooku argued. "We are not the same person. Qui-Gon was a maverick."
"So were you, when you were younger," Oppo Rancisis remarked.
Dooku scowled. He could not train a new padawan. He wasn't interested in doing so anyway. Qui-Gon was his last, and he was determined to keep it that way.
However, Yoda appeared to agree with the rest of the council. Dooku could argue all he wanted, but the council would heed the words of the grandmaster above all others. Arguing was pointless.
So, with a resigned huff, Dooku spoke.
"Where is the boy?"
Obi-Wan stepped forward, clear frustration and worry on his face. "Masters, please, if Master Dooku is not interested, I can still train Anakin and-"
"The council has made their decision, Obi-Wan," Master Windu interrupted. "Our minds will not be changed." His dark gaze shifted to Dooku. "As for the boy, we will send for him now. You may wait within the chambers until he arrives."
"As for you, Obi-Wan," Ki-Adi Mundi began, "we have plenty of padawan learners that are ready and eager for training, should you choose to select one. If not, we have plenty of assignments for you. You will of course be granted time to make such a decision, especially given the circumstances surrounding your knighthood and the current state of affairs."
Obi-Wan swallowed hard. He looked wounded and guilt-ridden. Defeated even. The young knight simply nodded.
"I understand."
"You may leave-"
"He may stay," Dooku said, cutting off Mace Windu. "It may be better for the boy to see a familiar face when he learns his fate."
He shared a glance with Obi-Wan. The young knight gave him a thankful look. It baffled Dooku that Obi-Wan appeared so attached to Anakin Skywalker. Then again, he was Qui-Gon's student. He would have been with him for his final moments. He was the one who heard Qui-Gon's last words.
I shouldn't be surprised, because I would be the same way. Although, I would have been far less amenable to the council's will. Dooku blew out a long breath as he waited in the chambers. It shouldn't be much longer now. Then again, Obi-Wan does not carry the same respect as I do in these chambers. After all, Mace Windu is sitting in my old chair.
A few moments later, the door to the council chambers opened. The Jedi Sentinel stepped in. Walking alongside him was the boy, Anakin Skywalker.
To Dooku, he did not appear impressive. He was short, and unusually thin for his age, making the robes he wore baggy. His cheeks were gaunt, as if he had been starved most of his life. Sandy hair covered his head, with hints of brown at the roots, suggesting he still had much physical maturing to do. He flicked his eyes anxiously among the members of the council, giving Dooku an apprehensive look, before looking at Obi-Wan. Relief flooded his face upon seeing Qui-Gon's former student.
"To the center, young Skywalker," Yoda instructed.
Anakin tepidly made his way to the middle, where he stood between Obi-Wan and Dooku. As he stood there, waiting for the council to speak, Dooku reached out the force. He brushed against the boy's mind, probing it, attempting to sense what made him so special.
Raw power thrummed within the boy. He carried an enormous presence in the force, unlike any other he had felt before. Even Master Yoda struggled to equal the sheer scale of the potential Anakin possessed. The depth with which the force penetrated him almost stole Dooku's breath away.
This is what you died for, Qui-Gon.
He was so unassuming but so strong. A mere boy from Tatooine. A slave, Dooku suspected, judging by his poor physical stature and nervous demeanor among the Jedi High Council. He had a feeling the only reason the boy was standing so strong now was because he was near Obi-Wan.
I am right once again, Master Windu.
"Anakin," Mace Windu began, "we have come to a decision about you." The boy swallowed hard and shifted nervously as the intimidating Master spoke. "We have decided to grant you training as a Jedi."
Anakin's face lit up. "Really?" He asked, excitement filling him.
So naive. Great…
"Selected, we have, a Master for you," Yoda continued, now causing the boy to be puzzled.
"I-I thought Master Kenobi would be teaching me?"
"Obi-Wan is a newly knighted Jedi. He does not have the experience yet to handle a padawan that is in as unique a situation as you," Plo Koon put tepidly. Dooku had to appreciate the way the Kel Dor worded his statement. It was not an insult to either Anakin or Obi-Wan, placing the blame for their fates squarely upon the Council's shoulders.
It is nice to see some still possessing accountability.
"We do recognize though," Plo Koon continued, "that Master Qui-Gon wanted you to be instructed by someone he knew and trusted. As such, we recalled his Master from the field." He gestured with a hand toward Dooku. "Anakin Skywalker, meet Jedi Master Yan Dooku."
Anakin's eyes widened. He tilted his head up to look at Dooku. Dooku looked down at him with a stern gaze, making the boy squirm a little.
Filled with fear. A challenge indeed.
He shared a glance with Obi-Wan. Unfortunately, he had to admit that the council was perhaps correct in its decision. A padawan filled with fear and anxiety would not be easy to train for even the most seasoned master.
I can already feel a headache forming.
"Um…" Anakin extended a hand. "Pleased to meet you, sir."
Dooku blinked. Manners from a slave boy. Potential indeed.
"You will bow to me, Padawan. Not shake my hand."
However, stronger manners needed to be developed.
"O-Oh," Anakin flushed with embarrassment. He quickly bowed. An awkward, unsteady motion for him. It would do for now.
"New quarters, you will be given, Master Dooku," Yoda said. "For both you, and Padawan Skywalker to share. As is custom. Training, to begin immediately, it is."
"I am not one to waste time," Dooku reminded Master Yoda. "And… I accept the responsibility of training the boy."
He wanted to add on "reluctantly", but some tact was needed in this situation. Anakin's emotions were raw. He could feel that much. The boy still grieved Qui-Gon, and he was still afraid of the situation he now found himself in, being pawned off to a Jedi Master he did not know. The last thing Dooku wanted to do was give the boy reason to hold animosity toward him. He could be curt, and stern, but he would not be cruel.
Cruelty will come in the lightsaber training rooms.
"Thank you, Master Dooku," Yoda nodded. "Dismissed, all three of you are. May the Force be with you."
"May the Force be with you," Dooku and Obi-Wan said together with a bow.
Anakin didn't say anything. Dooku nudged him with his knee, making the boy jump.
"M-May the Force be with you!" Anakin stammered, bowing quickly.
Yoda uttered a soft chuckle before gesturing to the door. It unlocked then hissed open. Dooku placed a firm hand on Anakin's shoulder and guided him out of the council chambers. When they exited, they entered the turbo-lift with a new Sentinel, who was going to guide Dooku and Anakin to their new quarters, as well as with Obi-Wan.
The doors hissed closed. The lift lurched downward. For a few seconds, there was blissful silence, allowing Dooku to quickly process and think over what just happened.
He was a teacher again. Master to an apprentice originally deemed too old and volatile to become a Jedi. His last padawan was dead, and the council executed a half-measure on Qui-Gon's last words, placing Anakin Skywalker in Dooku's care instead of Kenobi's.
The previous night, Dooku complained about feeling useless and helpless in the wake of Qui-Gon's death. Was this Yoda's answer to those complaints?
"Always there, a master is, for their student."
Dooku's jaw tightened. Raising a child was not his idea of healing, but it was Yoda's. How irritating.
"The lift is moving faster this time," Obi-Wan muttered.
Dooku tilted his head a little. "It is. Curious."
The lift opened. Obi-Wan bowed to Dooku before stepping out, making his way to his own quarters. Then, the lift doors closed again as they headed for a different floor of the living quarters' section of the Temple. It wasn't long before they opened again. Dooku stepped out with Anakin and the Sentinel, marching until they reached a vacant chamber with two bedrooms, a restroom, and a small common space.
I have not been in one of these in years. Dooku sniffed. Fresh paint.
The door closed behind him and Anakin. When it did, Anakin quietly stepped toward the window looking out at Coruscant, facing the gargantuan Senate complex in the distance.
"Master Dooku," Anakin looked up at Dooku as the tall Master moved to his side beside the window. Golden sunlight streamed in through the glass, warming Dooku's face, "what is going to happen now?"
Dooku's lips thinned. He folded his arms.
"I am going to make you a Jedi."
He glanced down at Anakin.
"You will not like me for it."
And chapter! Hello everybody! Welcome to my first Star Wars fic that is not a crossover or a commission (surprisingly enough)! This idea struck me out of nowhere while having a conversation with a good friend (Thank you Ace Star-chaser! Check out his work too! He's got some fun stuff!), and I could not ignore it. So, yet another project has been added to my already very full plate lol, and I think this one is going to be very fun! Anyways, let me know what you all think of this chapter! As always, I hope you all enjoyed it. Have a nice day!
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