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The dim glow of the holoterminal illuminated the cold, dark chamber, casting long, angular shadows against the walls. Darth Sidious stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his hood draped low, obscuring much of his face. The faint blue shimmer of Count Dooku's visage flickered to life before him, his expression composed, though there was a distinct tension in his brow.
"Ah, Count Dooku," Sidious began smoothly, his voice resonating with deliberate calm. "Your earlier report on Master Sifo-Dyas has proven ... quite enlightening. This has become a rather fruitful relationship, wouldn't you agree?"
Dooku inclined his head slightly, acknowledging the praise without responding verbally.
Sidious continued, his tone dropping an octave, laden with purpose. "However, I believe now is the time for you to take this to the next step. I need you to—"
"Stop," Dooku interjected, raising a hand sharply. "I must speak plainly. I 've started to grow ... uncomfortable with what we've been doing."
The abruptness of the interruption took Sidious aback, though his expression remained neutral. He let the silence linger a moment, then spoke with a measured tone. "We've discussed this before, Count. It's the reason fate brought us together. Surely you realize the Republic is corrupt and the Jedi are rotten to the core. Their hubris blinds them. You know this to be true."
Dooku nodded slowly at first, as if conceding, but then shook his head resolutely. "My concerns remains unchanged," he admitted. "But I've recently been in contact with my former Padawan. And out conversations since his return from Naboo have given me pause. I find myself questioning whether what you've asked of me is truly ... what I want to do."
He trailed off, his gaze narrowing at the holoscreen. The unspoken weight of his words filled the air. "In fact, I've begun to wonder if—"
Sidious's tone hardened. "Count Dooku, why don't you—"
"No," Dooku cut him off with a steel edge to his voice. "It's Master Dooku. And I've decided to fix things from the inside."
For the first time, Sidious's composure faltered, the corners of his mouth twitching downward. His eyes narrowed behind his hood as his mind raced to adjust to this unexpected declaration.
A sharp, shrill alert from the holoterminal interrupted the moment, its piercing tone shattering the tense atmosphere. Sidious glanced down at the display, then back at Dooku, his fury now unmasked.
"You are trying to trace me," he hissed, his voice venomous.
Dooku's face was a mask of calm resolve. "After speaking with the Jedi who returned from Tatooine, I've begun to suspect your connection to the Sith's reemergence. At the very least, I believe we should meet in person. It's time I learned who you truly are—and why you're so interested in the Jedi."
Sidious clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. Without another word, he terminated the call, the holoscreen going dark with a flicker. Moving swiftly, he accessed the secure Senate software embedded in his terminal. Overriding the trace, he severed the attempt with surgical precision. A notification flashed on the screen of his terminal confirming the termination of the trace, and only then did Sidious allow himself to breathe.
He rose to his feet, his movements sharp and agitated. Fury rolled off him in waves as he paced the confines of his chamber. The temptation to unleash his rage—through the Force—gnawed at him, but he forced it down, clenching his teeth so tightly it sent a jolt of pain up his jaw.
Dooku's betrayal gnawed at him. Sidious had begun to consider the Count as an ideal candidate to replace Maul as his apprentice. His frustrations with the Jedi and the Republic were clear, and his stature within the Order made him a valuable asset. Yet now, Dooku's resolve seemed to waver—a complication Sidious could ill afford.
He paused by the large window overlooking the sprawling cityscape of Coruscant. His gaze drifted toward the distant spires of the Jedi Temple, a gleaming beacon of the Order's supposed righteousness. For several long moments, he considered the possibility of arranging Dooku's death. Removing him now could avoid potential exposure and future meddling.
But the risk was too great. They had not met or even exchanged names and beyond making it clear that he did not approve of the Jedi, he had shared none of his plans that could compromise him in any way. So even if he might be inclined, Dooku would not be able to act in a way that would directly endanger Sidious's plans. An assassination attempt could draw attention and potentially force his hand prematurely—something he could not allow.
Sidious exhaled deeply, smoothing his robes as he forced his emotions back into check. This was but a setback, albeit an infuriating one. With time, perhaps he could still manipulate Dooku back onto his desired path. The seeds of frustration were there before they had even met and he had spent time cultivating them; all that remained was to ensure they bore fruit. Besides he had several other individuals who could potentially replace his former apprentice, including a couple who were also members of the Jedi ranks, however he couldn't help but feel a slight bit of disappointment over the loss of Count Dooku. But shaking his head, he looked back out the window realizing he would need to decide soon as he needed to someone to act as an intermediary and meet with the bounty hunter to start discussing the formation of …
The holoscreen emitted a soft chime, interrupting his chain of thoughts, signaling the arrival of his next appointment. Sidious turned, his mask of annoyance being replaced by the genial expression of Chancellor Palpatine. By the time he opened the chamber doors, his transformation was complete.
"Ah, welcome," he greeted warmly, extending a hand to the Banking Clan delegate waiting just beyond. "I trust your journey was uneventful? Please, come in—we have much to discuss."
As the door slid shut behind them, Sidious's thoughts lingered on Dooku. The game was far from over, and he intended to ensure that when the Count finally chose a side, it would be his.
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Harry emerged from the small meditation chamber in the Jedi Temple, rubbing his temples lightly as he adjusted to the bustling corridors. Master Yoda's cryptic wisdom still lingered in his thoughts, a puzzle he wasn't sure he could ever fully solve. Despite the challenges, he couldn't deny that the ancient Jedi Master had a way of clarifying even the most confusing concepts—eventually.
"Thank you, Master Yoda," he called over his shoulder, his voice tinged with both respect and exhaustion. He stepped into the hallway, lost in his thoughts, and nearly collided with a tall man walking alongside Qui-Gon Jinn.
"Careful, young one," the unfamiliar man said with a polite smile, his rich baritone voice tinged with amusement.
"Ah, Harry!" Qui-Gon said warmly, placing a steadying hand on Harry's shoulder. "I was hoping to see you. Let me introduce you to someone. This is my former master, Count Dooku."
The man corrected him almost immediately, his expression a mixture of humor and decorum. "Master Dooku will suffice, my old apprentice," he said with a faint smile.
Qui-Gon inclined his head in acknowledgment. "Apologies, Master Dooku." Turning back to Harry, he added, "Since our return from Naboo, my former master has decided to rejoin the Jedi Order. He's been quite vocal since rejoining."
Dooku's expression shifted slightly, the faintest flicker of conflict crossing his features. "It's a little more complex than that," he admitted, his tone carefully measured. "But I have decided that the best way to address the concerns I have is from within the system."
Qui-Gon nodded thoughtfully. "A wise choice, Master. And at least I am happy to have you here. Now," he said, turning back to Harry, "how has your training been going? I've scarcely seen Obi-Wan since we returned, let alone heard of your progress."
Harry smiled, the sincerity of Qui-Gon's interest warming him. "Most of my training, including lightsaber exercises are going well," he said. "Though, I doubt I'll ever be as skilled as Master Windu or Master Drallig, but both seem pleased with my progress." He hesitated, his voice softening slightly. "The only real trouble I'm having is with using the Force. I can feel it—it's always there—but controlling it is harder than I expected. Master Yoda says I'm making strides, though."
Neither Qui-Gon nor Dooku seemed remotely concerned by this. Qui-Gon's hand on Harry's shoulder was reassuring as he spoke. "Many Jedi find themselves excelling in one area of their training at the expense of the others and conversely some Jedi have found that they struggled with certain areas. Perhaps it will help to remember that no two Jedi are alike, just as no two journeys to becoming a Jedi are the same."
Dooku nodded, his expression one of thoughtful approval. "Beyond Master Qui-Gon's opinion—which is sound—the fact that Master Yoda is personally guiding your training is more impressive than you might realize. Though Master Yoda makes time for all Jedi, from the youngest apprentice to the oldest master, he usually only steps in directly with individuals he sees as exceptionally promising."
He paused, his lips curving into a small smile as he added, "I should know. I was Yoda's last Padawan."
Qui-Gon chuckled, shaking his head. "You should be careful, Master, despite your views on the Jedi pride is something to be avoided."
Dooku laughed softly, inclining his head in acknowledgment. "A valid point, I suppose. I shall try to be more mindful of that." His tone turned serious as he turned back to Qui-Gon. "Though since you brought it up, I believe we still have much left from our discussion earlier and perhaps we should find somewhere quieter to have our discussion."
Qui-Gon nodded, looking almost reluctant as he addressed Harry again. "I'm afraid we'll have to leave you for now. There's much for my former master and me to catch up on."
Dooku's eyes lingered on Harry for a moment, his expression unreadable, before he spoke. "Young Skywalker, if you ever find yourself in need of assistance, I would be more than willing to help. That includes lightsaber techniques," he added with a glint of humor in his tone, "that might help you surprise even Masters Windu and Drallig."
Harry blinked in surprise, unsure how to respond to such an offer. "Thank you, Master Dooku. I appreciate that."
With a polite bow, Dooku and Qui-Gon turned and continued down the hall, their conversation resuming in low tones as they walked away. Harry watched them go, a strange sense of significance lingering in the air. Something about Master Dooku intrigued him, though he couldn't quite place why.
Shaking off the feeling, Harry turned back toward the direction he had been heading, content to just wander.
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After his chat with the two older Jedi Masters, Harry wandered through the Jedi Temple, his steps unhurried and his mind light as he reflected on the mental exercises he had practiced earlier with Master Yoda. They were as challenging as they were enlightening, forcing him to consider aspects of himself—and the Force—that he hadn't yet fully understood. Despite the rigors of his training, he had found that there was something oddly comforting about letting his feet carry him where they would, having found the Jedi Temple's grandeur soothing in a way he hadn't anticipated when he'd first arrived. Its sweeping architecture and tranquil atmosphere allowed his thoughts to flow freely, unencumbered by worry or distraction.
Eventually, his wandering brought him to the towering entrance of the Jedi Archives. The familiar sight of the grand hall, lined with rows of holobooks and terminals, brought a small smile to his face. It had become one of his favorite places in the Temple when he wasn't actively training, a treasure trove of knowledge that Harry found irresistible and likely would have caused Hermione to go speechless for days.
Having the rest of the morning free, Harry settled into one of the archive's secluded reading nooks and decided to dive back into his ongoing research. Ever since Yoda had mentioned magic—Harry had been scouring the Archives for any mention of it. And while today was far from his first attempt to do so, he highly doubt it would be his last. So far, his efforts had been in vain, finding little more than cryptic allusions and scattered references to unusual events that might resemble magical phenomena, there was no substantive information beyond the events that Yoda had already flagged. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that if he kept searching, he would uncover something important.
Looking back down to the holoscreen in front of him he pulled up a series of files related to ancient history, this time focusing on a long-lost people who had once supposedly thrived on Tatooine, well before it became the barren desert planet it was now. The records hinted at strange phenomena and inexplicable powers seemingly attributed to them, but frustratingly, none of the records hinted at magic, they was as much a chance that they might have been attributable to the Force as much as they were to magic or judging from the age of the records—to myths passed down orally before eventually being transcribed. Harry sighed, leaning back in his chair, his instincts whispering that he was on the right track—just not today.
As he leaned back to stretch out his back, his musings were interrupted by a silent vibration in his pocket.
Harry froze, an amused smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He vividly recalled the first time his communicator had gone off in the archives. He'd forgotten to silence it, and the resulting glare from Master Nu had been so fierce it rivaled Madam Pince's infamous death stare back at Hogwarts. Since then, he had always ensured the device was set to vibrate when entering the library.
Fishing the communicator out of his robe, he glanced at the screen. It was a summons from Obi-Wan, flagged as urgent.
Harry's smile widened. Obi-Wan's definition of urgent tended to vary, but he decided not to test his master's patience. It wouldn't do to keep him waiting. After returning the holoscreen to its docking station, Harry left the archives, making his way through the Temple.
The directions Obi-Wan had provided led Harry to a part of the Temple he hadn't visited before. Eventually, Harry reached the room and he hesitate briefly, unsure of what to expect. But as he approached, its door opened silently. When he stepped inside, his eyes widened in surprise.
Kneeling in meditation before him, in the center of the room were Obi-Wan and none other than Master Windu. Harry froze in the doorway, his mind racing. He had interacted with most of the Jedi Masters since his arrival at the Temple, but his encounters with Master Windu had been few and far between. That alone made the situation unusual.
His mind raced through recent memories, searching for potential transgressions, wondering if he had done something to warrant Master Windu's attention. The only thing that came to mind was the time he had convinced a few fellow Padawans to act as lookouts while he rewired the serving droids in the kitchens. The prank had resulted in Jedi Masters who ate their meals privately receiving hilariously mixed-up orders. But surely Master Windu wouldn't be involved over something so trivial ... right?
Before Harry could dwell further, both Jedi Masters opened their eyes and looked up at him. Windu's piercing gaze was unreadable, but Obi-Wan offered him a small, reassuring smile. He motioned for Harry to join him.
"Come," Obi-Wan said, gesturing to the space beside him. "There's something we need to discuss."
Harry nodded, stepping forward and kneeling beside his master. He glanced between the two Jedi, his curiosity growing by the second. Whatever this was, it felt important.
"Master Windu," Harry said, bowing his head respectfully. "Obi-Wan."
Windu regarded him with an inscrutable expression, his dark eyes measuring but not unkind. "Padawan Skywalker," he said, his voice deep and commanding, "it's good that you've come promptly. It seems your sense of discipline is better than some might have led me to believe."
Harry blinked, surprised by what sounded almost like a compliment, but the next moment, Windu turned toward Obi-Wan and chuckled softly—a sound so unexpected from the normally stoic Jedi Master that Harry nearly gaped.
"Your Padawan isn't nearly as tardy as you suggested," Windu said, a rare twinkle in his eye.
Obi-Wan inclined his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Even a broken chronometer is right twice a day, Master Windu," he replied with mock solemnity, before turning his attention back to Harry. "Welcome, Harry. Do you know why you're here?"
Harry paused, a dozen potential reasons flashing through his mind—though none seemed likely. Deciding honesty was the best approach, he shook his head. "No, Master. I have no idea."
Master Windu nodded approvingly, his gaze steady. "Good. Then allow me to enlighten you. First," he began, his voice carrying a tone of sincerity that immediately captured Harry's full attention, "I want to commend you. Your progress since your arrival at the Temple has been truly remarkable, even taking into account your maturity when you started your training you've progressed much faster than expected. You've shown an exceptional capacity to learn and adapt—traits that reflect well on both yourself and your Master."
Harry's cheeks flushed slightly, uncomfortable with such direct praise. He bowed his head respectfully. "Thank you, Master Windu. I've had excellent teachers."
Windu allowed a small smile at the response before closing his eyes for a brief moment, as though contemplating his next words. When he spoke again, his tone was resolute. "The Jedi Council believes you are ready for the next step in your training. As such, we've decided to assign you—and your Master—your first mission."
Harry's eyes widened in surprise, excitement bubbling to the surface. "A mission?" he echoed, his voice rising slightly in pitch.
"Yes," Windu confirmed with a faint nod. He gestured toward a datapad resting on the low table beside him. Picking it up, he activated the display and scanned the contents. "You will be traveling to Corellia. The Council has received reports that Senator Garm Bel Iblis has been the target of multiple death threats. Intelligence suggests that these threats originate from one of the many criminal cartels operating on the planet."
Harry leaned forward slightly, hanging on every word.
"The situation has grown increasingly dire," Windu continued, "as rumors have surfaced that a Duros bounty hunter—one known to have connections to this cartel—has been hired to carry out the assassination."
Harry exchanged a glance with Obi-Wan, who gave him an encouraging smile. "Your task," Windu continued, his gaze now fixed firmly on Harry, "will be to assist CorSec, Corellia's special forces, in investigating these threats and protecting the Senator. Under your masters supervision, you will liaise with their officials and help uncover the plot. Should the danger escalate or the Senator's life come under immediate threat, you will coordinate with local forces to ensure his safety."
Harry nodded, his excitement tempered by the seriousness of the assignment. "I understand, Master Windu. We won't let you down."
Windu's expression hardened slightly, emphasizing the gravity of the situation. "Be mindful, Harry. The Corellian cartels are well-organized and ruthless. And if this bounty hunter is indeed involved, I doubt he will hesitate from resorting to violence if his mission is compromised."
"Yes, Master," Harry said firmly, his voice steady.
Windu turned to Obi-Wan. "The transport is prepared. You will depart this evening."
Obi-Wan rose smoothly to his feet, nodding once. "We'll be ready, Master Windu."
With a final nod, Windu dismissed them, and the two exited the room. As they walked through the Temple halls toward their quarters, Harry felt his excitement building again.
"A mission to Corellia," Harry said, barely able to contain himself. "I've read about it in the Archives—one of the Core Worlds, right? It's supposed to be beautiful. And dangerous."
Obi-Wan chuckled at his Padawan's enthusiasm. "It is indeed one of the Core Worlds, and it does have its dangers. Corellia is a planet of contradictions—vast industrial centers and sprawling cities juxtaposed with incredibly dangerous areas of untouched wilderness. And the people are fiercely independent, which can make them both formidable allies and challenging to work with."
"Challenging to work with, huh?" Harry said with a grin. "Sounds like my kind of people."
Obi-Wan shot him a wry look. "Let's hope you find the formidable allies. The Corellians value competence and honesty, but they're not fond of outsiders meddling in their affairs. You'll need to be mindful of how you approach them, Harry."
"I'll keep that in mind," Harry promised.
As they walked toward their quarters to prepare, Obi-Wan glanced at Harry with a faint smile. "You handled yourself well in there. Master Windu can be ...intimidating."
Harry chuckled nervously. "He's definitely not someone I'd want to upset. But he always comes off as someone who is fair, I think."
"Fair, yes. But also unyielding. It's an important balance to understand," Obi-Wan said, his tone carrying the weight of experience. "You'll see more of that as we continue your training and you get more of an opportunity to interact with him. But back to our mission, this isn't just going to be about action; it will be about diplomacy, strategy, and sometimes knowing when to step back and ask for help."
Harry nodded, absorbing his Master's words, though he couldn't quite suppress his eagerness. "Still, it feels good to finally do something real. To make a difference."
Obi-Wan smiled. "That's an understandable attitude. Just remember to temper your excitement with caution."
As they rounded a corner, they almost walked straight into a familiar figure that Yoda had made a point of introducing to him after one of their sessions. Standing before them was Vergeré, her slight frame and feathered appearance making her unmistakable. She blinked in surprise, then smiled warmly.
"Harry!" she greeted, her melodious voice carrying a hint of amusement. "You look excited. Off on an adventure, are we?"
Harry grinned at the site of her as despite the several year age difference they had become fast friends since meeting. "Hey, Vergeré! Yeah, we're heading out soon—my first mission. Corellia. Some senator is in trouble, and we're supposed to help keep him alive."
Vergeré's eyes sparkled with interest. "Your first mission? That's exciting! I've been itching to get out on one myself, but … I've got to finish something here first."
Harry tilted his head curiously. "What's keeping you here?"
She hesitated for a moment. "I … think it's supposed to be a secret," she said simply.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Secret? Now I'm even more curious."
"Good," Vergeré replied with a smirk. "Curiosity suits you. Just don't let it get you into trouble."
"Too late for that," Obi-Wan muttered with a small grin, earning a laugh from both Harry and Vergeré.
"May the Force be with you on your mission, Harry," Vergeré said, her tone softening slightly. "Corellia can be a dangerous place, even for Jedi."
Harry nodded, his grin fading to a more serious expression. "Thanks, Vergeré. Good luck with ... whatever secret thing you're doing."
"Thank you," she said with a slight bow before walking off down the hall, her feathers catching the light as she moved.
As Harry and Obi-Wan resumed their walk, Obi-Wan glanced at Harry. "She's ... interesting. Although Vergeré has a unique perspective on the Force. She sees things differently, but that's not a bad thing. It's important for Jedi to question and explore, within reason of course. And it is healthy to surround yourself with individuals who might have different ways of looking at things."
Harry thought about that for a moment as they entered their quarters. The familiar, minimalist rooms felt smaller now that he knew they'd soon be leaving. He began gathering his things, his excitement tempered by the weight of responsibility.
"Master," he said after a while, breaking the silence. "What if I mess up out there? What if I make things worse?"
Obi-Wan looked up from his own preparations and offered a reassuring smile. "You won't. Mistakes are part of learning, Harry. And that is why I'll be there. However, the important thing is how you respond to them once they happen. Trust in the Force, and trust in yourself."
Harry nodded, his Master's words easing some of his nerves. As they finished packing and made their way toward the hangar, the sense of anticipation grew. The galaxy was vast, and this mission was just the beginning. Harry had no idea what awaited them on Corellia, but he was ready to find out.
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Story Note 1 – Poor Sideous! Looks like he's out a potential apprentice due to ripples from Harry saving Qui-Gon which ended up affecting Dooku. Any guesses on who Sideous will be looking at next?
Story Note 2 – Harry's first meeting with Dooku! Hope it was well received. Of course he will play an important role in the story going forward. And I hope his reasoning made sense although this will be covered in more depth in more Dooku centric upcoming arcs. Any thoughts on what you want to happen with him or how he was portrayed?
Story Note 3 – Looking forward to feedback on how you think the first mission assignment was handled and any thoughts on what will happen.
Story Note 4 – And a little fun guest appearance. For anyone who likes Legends Vergeré should be familiar. Looks like she has a meeting coming up. I wonder who she's meeting with …
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starboy454, fraewyn, healeroffates, shadow patronus, insanecoop - Thanks so much for the feedback and I hope you continue to enjoy the story going forward!
DS2010 - Obviously not conversations that had been shown in the movies/books but I thought they still fit in character. Glad you enjoyed them!
George Cristian810 - I certainly agree that becoming a jedi would not be a good fit and would imagine that for someone as stubborn as Harry he'd certainly find a way to make a better path.
Vukk - Hope you enjoy what is in store!
eric likens 10 - Great question! And short answer ... you will find out coming up. Haha but longer answer I certainly imagine that as Harry continues on his path he would make a far from stereotypical (at that time) Jedi. And in fact might certainly share some similarities with Jedi/force users of old ... of course this might be helped if hypothetically Harry had any interactions with those individuals ...
nealrm - I agree! But that Obi-Wan had lost his mentor and that Anakin was more immature than Harry. So ... c'est la vie? I guess. But glad you are enjoying it!
jslee102 - Omg that would have been such an interesting angle. Maybe the next star wars story ... as for what Yoda can or can't do ... well ...
WhiteElfElder - I agree I certainly think despite the fact that apparently as people age they become more inflexible I certainly think there are others in the Order that might pose more difficulties to Harry than Yoda. And definitely agree that Harry's emotions are as much a gift as a burden.
Monkey D. Conan - Well I'd certainly imagine that there might definitely be some Jedi (especially ones with unique abilities) that are able to use magic and the reason that they have difficulty teaching those skills is that while something might have come naturally to them and they had been able to figure it out. They have difficulty teaching it due to trying to teach it through the lens of it being a Force ability ... that being said ... I guess we will see ...