Act 1 Epilogue.
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Dooku found himself at a crossroads as he stared out into the Coruscant skyline. In the far distance the fancier parts of the city could be seen. The closer you got where he stood, the more industrial it became, connecting to great pipelines of sewage and clean water to be pumped and recycled for the billions upon billions that lived in Galactic City. Spires of great power plants keeping the day to day functions of the City from a second away disaster. The Works it was called. This place kept the city running and from falling to pieces. He looked out from the balcony of the secret lair of the last Sith Lord.
He sensed the dark robed figure of Sidious waiting patiently for his answer. Dooku thought of the times Damask had spoken to him. The Sith Lord knew just the right buttons to push. The Jedi Master found it rather amusing. Still There was wisdom in the old Muun's words despite the fact he killed Dooku's best padawan. Part of him wondered how Quigon acquitted himself in his final moments, and his padawan Obi-wan. Dooku had regretted not being able to see the young man in the medical bay before he left the order.
When it came down to it, Dooku found the loss of Qui-gon to be the Jedi's fault. They had always involved themselves too heavily in the Republic's affairs. Something Qui-gon spoke out against more than Dooku ever did. His thoughts drifted to Komari dying at Yinchorr due to a situation that the Jedi failed to see. Once again perpetrated by the Sith. She would have been another great Jedi like Qui-gon. Yet both his padawans were lost to the Republic's bloated mass.
Luminara had never told him exactly how she died. In fact she had yet to speak to him for some time. Was it shame or the whims of the force keeping her from reaching out? He sensed she wanted to tell him in person. His desire for answers would have to wait. He would find out what happened. The Council had already sent her off to Mirial for some ancient rite of passage. He found himself impressed with her feats. Killing Sidious' assassin and inventing a technique that was derived from the very information Damask shared with her over the years in an attempt to convert her.
He found the thought of Damask hedging his bets to be as infuriating as it was practical. It had caused Sidious enough concern in sending an assassin to kill Luminara. Something he found amusing. He supposed Damask's death at Luminara's and Plo-Koon's hands would make Sidious wary. But Dooku, now that he was more open to the Dark side, could still sense the Sith Lord's relief at the news that he would not be found out. Not that the Jedi could do anything about it anyway. They couldn't openly attack the Chancellor of the Republic they worshiped.
His anger swelled knowing the Sith had discovered the Jedi's greatest weakness. Yet he couldn't help reveling in the feeling. That very commitment to a broken Republic, and by extension the Sith. The Jedi had to change or fall with the Republic. His thoughts drifted back to Luminara. It wouldn't be long until she left the order. The fact she remained so long with order despite her frustrations, was a miracle in itself. Dooku deep down secretly hoped she would before the firestorm that would one day engulf the Galaxy would drag the Jedi and the Republic down with it. Yet if she didn't, even she would have to perish.
"It is done, Kamino is erased from the records." Dooku said. "I cannot in good conscience stay with an order dead set on enforcing the whims of a corrupt senate." The Former Jedi Master turned and walked over to the Sith and knelt to one knee. "Which is why I now fully submit myself to your teachings."
"Good," the hooded senator smiled. "Then forth you shall be known as Darth Tyrannus."
Dooku stood, "What is the first order of business, my master."
"A gift is in order. Someone would very much like to meet you. Enter."
A masked man in dark blue robes and a strange horned mask limped in.
"Dark Lords," he dropped to his feet and all but kissed the ground and were it not for the ugly horned mask he wore, he may have done so. "I am not worthy of your notice let alone being in your presence."
Dooku found this groveling annoying, but Sidous seemed to find this amusing.
"Speak if you have something to say." Dooku said.
"Of course, My Lord. I merely wish to deliver this to you." He reached into his dirty robes and pulled out a small decorated box. He opened it and in it lay a vial of blood. It was sealed and blood inside was perfectly preserved. He held it up the box with wary arms.
"This belonged to our queen. She was stolen from us by the One-Eyed Dragon years ago. Rewrote her destiny. I was led here by the whims of the Darkness. It showed me you could bring her back. I beg-"
"Enough," Dooku commanded, He used the force to call the vial into his hands. He recognized the man's attire now.
"I had thought your kind to be extinct." Dooku inquired.
"I am the last. At great cost to my fellows they bought time for me to escape the Dragon's wrath." What little of the man's sanity had expired long ago it seems. Yet, Dooku looked at the vial. He sensed a familiar echo. Could it be?
"You have done well in bringing this to me." Dooku said. Your reward will be knowing you fulfilled your mission.
"But I must help-" the man grasped at his neck and grabbed at a constricting force that could not be phathomed by one such as he. There was a crack and the last Bando Goro Cultist's body limply fell to the ground.
"An interesting turn of events, My Apprentice." Sidious said with a smirk.
"Indeed it was. It seems I have much work to do." Dooku looked at the vial. This gift from his new master was something he would not forget. After dealing with his former colleague and friend, Sifo-Dyas, it seemed he would have an addendum to the order on Kamino.
A/N: Act 2 it coming along. Slowly, but it is being written. Just taking my time.