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Chapter 76 (2/2)
🕑 Added 2024-10-06 19:07:37 +0000 UTCRaxus Secundus, Raxus System
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It was raining on Raxus Secundus, harder than usual. Not enough to deserve the name of a storm, but not light either. The winds had come up, rolling clouds gathering over the prairie beyond the city outskirts. Like an encroaching thunderhead, Sev’rance Tann mused, a foretaste of the carnage to come. Ugly weather.
Sev’rance Tann watched the raindrops hurl themselves against her suite’s windows, like the Loyalist troops who every day flung themselves against her fleets and armies and combat installations across the length and breadth of the galaxy. Each little splotch leaving the imprint of its death on the glass, then dissolving into a featureless wet spill and trickle.
Little on their own, but relentless nonetheless, and against the walls she built and deceptions she played, ultimately meaningless. The Supreme Commander of the Confederate Armed Forces held the countless admiralties and captaincies of her command in full trust, and it was not the wars she waged abroad that gave her cause for concern, but rather the battles fought at home that she struggled amidst. It was a fragile time for the Confederacy, though she made every effort to isolate the fronts from affecting each other.
It was no responsibility of the CAF’s generals to distract themselves with the petty accusations of the bureaucratic courts, not when they already balanced the fate of the nation upon their backs. No, let this matter be handled by the Office of the General. The officer corps need not concern–or even learn–of the situation on Raxus, nor should the bureaucrats and politicians force their fingers into martial matters they had no business with. Sev’rance Tann was the only bridge between the two fronts, and she was adamant about maintaining that status quo.
Already, the Confederate Parliament actively tries to govern the CAF, under the guise of ‘regulation’ and ‘accountability.’ It was as if they were not at war, and as if interfering with the only body capable of fighting for their very existence was a far more critical matter than letting that body win the war of existence first. Sev’rance would not allow it. Not after all the work she did to dredge the Separatist armies from the deplorable state she found it in, to the ascendant state it found itself in now.
A crack of thunder brought Sev’rance Tann’s attention back to the window. In her imagination, she saw the dagger-shaped silhouette of Star Station Independence high above the atmosphere, though she knew it impossible. The mobile headquarters of the CAF was far too large to bring into the atmosphere; the massive vessel would collapse under its own weight, effectively imploding in the skies over Raxus Secundus.
But the illusory sight of it alone was cause for imbued confidence. It was a corporeal symbol of the Confederacy’s defiance and fight against the Loyalist Republic, known to all across the Galactic Rim. It was her castle, her fortress, her personal kingdom, reforged in her image, where not even Dooku’s talons–or any who might undo her–could reach. She yearned to return to it, to redon the mantle of dictator of the largest war the galaxy has ever seen; alas, more pressing issues entangled her planetside yet.
Such as, for example, the public resurfacing of the Confederacy’s one and only Head of State on Raxus Secundus. Count Dooku’s prolonged absences on the capital world should be considered perhaps outlandish for a Head of State–as the Supreme Chancellor of the Republic’s absence on Coruscant would surely kick up a storm of panic for example–but it was not unknown for the Confederacy. Maybe it was the decentralised nature of the star nation, or maybe it was Dooku’s well-known history as a former Jedi, but Dooku has become rather well-known for leading the Confederacy’s political efforts from the front.
When he was not residing on his homeworld of Serenno, or briefly sojourning on Raxus Secundus, Count Dooku had spent his premiership touring his vast domain; it was a necessary effort to keep the thousands of worlds in the Confederacy satisfied. For a state as young and burgeoning as the Confederacy’s, every local government desired to feel important and necessary. When discontentment rises, the perfect salve was an executive visit.
Wasn’t it fortunate that Count Dooku had capable stewards governing the country in his absence, then? Just as Sev’rance Tann fought his war, Bec Lawise managed his house.
Outside, the wind picked up another notch, shrieking and groaning among the gothic spires of the Parliamentary Palace, as if to announce the arrival of a terrible guest. Sev’rance stilled–she did not need to be precognizant to know who was standing outside the door outside that very moment.
She had a brief fantasy of letting go with a single blast of Force energy, as the Jedi do, shattering the door off its hinges and sending the man behind them tumbling through the air, dashing his brains out against the hard brick walls. But she was not able to, for the Force came to her fingers as easily as a sewing needle would to a newborn’s, much to Dooku’s chagrin. And besides, Dooku would be expecting it, somehow; it would never be so easy.
With the light touch underneath her desk, the doors opened.
“Count,” she stood up, gesturing to a couch whilst she manoeuvred around the desk.
Count Dooku genially accepted her offer, with a single stride taking in the whole chamber and lording it over it as if it was his own. With a sweeping flourish of his silk cape, the Count of Serenno reclined on the upholstery, resting an elbow on the armrest and crossing one knee over the other. Sev’rance Tann regarded the aged man carefully, for his age affected not his sense nor skill, and slowly eased herself into the cushions of an opposing wing chair.
“I take it your audience with the Parliament bore fruit of pleasant taste?” she started.
Dooku had his lightsaber, for he made no motion to hide the distinctive silver crescent of its hilt gleaming on his belt. Hopefully, it would remain there for the remainder of their little discussion. If not, Sev’rance kept her own lightsaber close at hand, the hilt painfully austere compared to her combat teacher’s elegant form.
“Bittersweet,” her former master decided, “You have been of great trouble to me, Sev’rance.”
He took the tone of a father to a disobedient child, or a disappointed instructor to a failing cadet. Sev’rance may not know the emotions brought on by the former–for few skywalkers-by-trade had fathers–but she had ample memory of the latter. And the memory made her blood seethe.
“I spared no effort,” Sev’rance showed none of it through her opaque red eyes, gesturing at the barren table, “Forgive me for the lack of refreshments, Count.”
Dooku eyed the empty spot where a flower vase might’ve been, if Sev’rance were a more decor-conscious person, “Make no mind of it. I am in no mood for them either.”
Oh, but you must be, Sev’rance thought silently, after preaching for hours to your captive Parliament.
“Then I presume you are not here to go through the motions either,” Sev’rance folded her hands on her lap, “What are you here for, Count?”
For a moment, each and every one of Dooku’s eighty-two years of age showed on his face. It was an expression of utter fatigue and ennui he would never be caught dead with elsewhere. He looked at her lightsaber, then at the rank plaque of the Supreme Commander, then at the dark clouds beyond the casement window.
“Diplomacy,” he said at last.
“Diplomacy?”
“War is a failure of communication,” Dooku rubbed his fingers, “And we must war without first attempting diplomacy. I did not come from across the spiral arms to gloat and prattle.”
“Indeed? But that is what you do best?”
Dooku laughed, and it was by far the tiredest, bitterest, most unpleasant sound Sev’rance had ever heard him make. The old Count looked down at the floor, as if tracing out the patterns in the woodwork with his eyes.
He clasped his hands together, head now raised to stare at her, “What do you want, Sev’rance?”
The Supreme Commander looked at the Count of Serenno, baffled.
“Is it not obvious, Count?”
“Yes?”
She met his gaze intently, “Victory. A lasting victory. A victory that would etch my name into the fabric of this galaxy. And you are in my way.”
“I need not to,” Count Dooku replied evenly, “We need not be enemies, which speaks to my purpose here. The Parliament and Senate are ignoble and feckless, surely this fact is no stranger to you. In this age of war, it is blasters and warships that hold power and sway. I command the blasters and warships of the north, as you the south. Should we work together, the Confederacy need not break.”
Sev’rance’s eyes were half-closed in mistrust, red gleaming under heavy lids, “Pleading does not suit you, Count. You appear to me like a soaken old cat in the rain. Has your Master finally abandoned you?”
“My Master…?” Dooku echoed–then chuckled, “Ah, yes, my Master. You know of that too, as you know of his Grand Plan? I should not be surprised, but I am.”
“For a Sith Lord, you are utterly convinced your apprentices would not betray you,” Sev’rance told him, admittedly gloatingly, “Is it because you pitted them against each other, so that their knives would be occupied in each others’ bodies instead of yours? Or is it because you did not consider them true Sith like you are, and thought them incapable of ambition?”
“Or,” Dooku opened his palms, “It is simply arrogance.”
“Arrogance,” Sev’rance reclined, agreeing with a nod, “Your Master must not consider you a true Sith either, if he thought you would not betray him. Otherwise, you would be dead.”
“It is entirely possible,” Dooku admitted, “Loathe I am to admit. But here I am, and he does not know it, convinced in his own superiority. As you have wielded mine against me, I wield his against him.”
Sev’rance Tann mulled over his words, then mulled over Rain Bonteri’s, those spoken to her and that Jedi girl the day after Columex. The words that changed everything.
“Very well,” her eyes opened, boring into the Count, “We can work together. I will retract my accusations, and clear your name. And you will submit your armies and fleets to me, and return the New Territories to the authority of Raxus Secundus.”
The response was silence, as master and apprentice engaged in a battle of wills. A crack of thunder, and Rain Bonteri’s words burned in her mind.
“Or,” she murmured softly, “Would your pride disallow it?”
Sev’rance Tann cared not for the Sith and Jedi, for the dark and light sides of the Force. She cared for the resources she needed to achieve the final victory she so desperately lusts for. No matter how much Rain Bonteri would advise against it, she was perfectly willing to shake hands with Count Dooku and present a reunified front to the galaxy; but that front must be united under a single banner, as was the only way to fight a war.
And it would be the banner of the Confederate Armed Forces. Her banner.
Count Dooku may be the Head of State, but Sev’rance Tann was the Supreme Martial Commander of the CAF. His words must not hold sway in her domain, except through her.
“That is,” Dooku sat up, “No equal exchange.”
“I do not seek an equal exchange,” Sev’rance replied coldly, “I seek victory, and victory requires the submission of all military forces in the Confederacy to my banners.”
Dooku quirked an eyebrow, swallowing a mocking laugh, “Compromise is a path to victory. Are you so willing to open a second front? The choice is yours. Either work with me as equals, and we will put our quarrels aside until the Republic is in its grave. Or war against me, as you war against the Republic, tossing the prospect of victory just that much further.”
Once again, the response was silence.
“Or,” Dooku murmured softly, “Would your pride disallow it?”
“For a man so articulate, it is pleasant to have you so lost at words that you must use mine own against me,” Sev’rance Tann scathed lightly.
“Just as your lack of articulation proves itself to me,” Dooku smiled, “Target the argument, not the opponent, Sev’rance. An inability to do so is the mark of a poor argument–or rather, a poor debater. Or are you incapable of that without Calli Trilm at your side? Speaking of which, where is she?”
Count Dooku leaned forward ever so slightly, as if trying to get closer to her, and whispered, “Because your foolhardy Operation Starlance has left you bereft of your best captains and crews, Supreme Commander. And for what gain? You have made no progress, only reverse your losses at the hand of the Republic's Trident. Your admiralties are occupied. The incompetent Kirst fumbles backwards in the north, and begs my generals for aid. Trench has his many hands full rooting out the remnants of Loyalist occupation in the Near-Perlemian. The superficial Farstar struggles against the onslaught on Corellian Run. Lastly, the bull-headed Ambigene grows ever duller, slamming his skull on Anakin Skywalker’s defences in the south.”
“You preach to me of my pride, but I see it is your pride inhibiting our dialogue,” Dooku admonished her, “Your four fleets are occupied, and you sent your fifth fleet on a suicide mission in the Core. Without your precious Perlemian Coalition, you are in no condition to fight a civil war. And the Coalition… the Perlemian Coalition holds a major bloc in the Senate–and you have just sent their spacers and constituencies to their deaths. Would they even still fight for you?”
“And they would fight for you?” Sev’rance asked dryly.
Despite that, Sev’rance hated how much sense Dooku spoke. Indeed, she had every reason to take upon his offer of truce. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, and it was not Dooku who posed an existential crisis to the Confederacy at the moment, but the Republic. Dooku himself clearly intends on eliminating Sev’rance–but only after the Republic is dealt with. The same could be said for Sev’rance, however. Their disagreement, Dooku proposed, could wait until the Confederacy’s existence was secure.
Sev’rance didn’t care about the Confederacy’s existence, however. Sev’rance cared about her Confederacy’s existence. She would not allow Dooku to erode the authority she wielded over the CAF and Raxus Government by extension. Sev’rance weighed the choice in her head, careful not to slip into one of her future-seeing trances lest Dooku run a laser blade through her in her mental absence.
Her former teacher saw through her easily, as if he was with her in her mind.
“It is your pride at stake, I understand,” he cooed, “It is your legacy you weigh, and whether you’re willing to see me in it. But understand this too; your legacy will be so much more with me helping you.”
“And how would that be?” she mused.
“Think about it,” Dooku insisted, “You cannot rule the Confederacy alone. This, you know. It is as much my political manoeuvres that have kept the system in line as much as your armies. With no disrespect; you have no mind nor patience for these matters. Who else can unify the Independent Systems for you? Bec Lawise is no ally of yours, and everyday he chafes against the power the CAF accumulates. He has viewed the Perlemian Coalition as a cabal of warlords ever since Centares; even with the two most prominent ones gone. What does he think of your precious CAF?””
“I do not intend on ruling–”
Dooku’s cackle interrupted her, “Oh, but you do! You convince yourself otherwise, so desperate clutching to your tenets of what you think a military should be. The dark side fuels you. It is so strong in this place, even with my absence until now. You can touch it, like a serpent’s belly sliding under your hand. You can taste it, like blood in the air. That is not me. That is you!”
“When this war is over, and you are triumphant over all… Bec Lawise and his Parliament will wrest your CAF away from you. It will not be me, but the Raxus Government that erodes your power, so eager to limit the military’s power and return authority back to the bureaucrats and politicians,” he continued, “What will you do then? Will you allow it? Will you… follow the rules?”
No! Her inner voice seemed to echo hungrily off the walls. It was a snake, black and oily, slithering around her. There was no light coming through the window now, and outside might as well be nocturnal. The rain roared with shouts of thunder. My army, the serpent hissed in her ear, my fleets, my Confederacy! I will not let them have it! They owe me their pathetic existences–this entire country does!
“Oh…” Dooku’s eyes glinted darkly, “You’ve let it in. You’re swimming in it. Hear that? Those are your true feelings. The dark side only tells you what you want to hear, what you already believe.”
Red eyes bore into the smiling Count, molten gold creeping around the edges, “What is your… proposal?”
“A simple arrangement,” the Sith Lord spread his hands in satisfaction, “I will rule the apparatus of the state, and you will rule the fleets and armies of the state. The Confederacy is an artificial, unnatural creation, borne out of a common enemy. Without the Republic, all the squabbling worlds and systems would see no reason to bind arms, and fall apart. It will need strong rulers to keep it together.”
“Us?”
“One to create order, and another to enforce it. Me and you. Not as master and apprentice, no, as that time has passed. We will be equals. Then… I will die.”
If there was anything that could shock Sev’rance, she did not expect it to be that one frank admission of mortality. She felt herself flinch, her balance gone and the world seemingly turned inside out.
“...What?”
“I am human,” Dooku clarified, as if that needed clarifying, “And I am old. I have now seen eighty-two years, and I am uncertain how many more I will see. Darth Sidious promised me immortality, but he can promise me that no longer. The Force sustains me, and my good health persists, but that will not be forever. I am old, and I see the twilight. But you? You are young, and you have a century ahead of you yet. Together, we can navigate the Separatist State through the vulnerable times after the war… but I will die. And you will have decades to mould the Confederacy in your image afterwards.”
Sev’rance saw it then, in the eye of the serpent, her mind’s eye. Everything she desired, simply at arm’s length.
“You see the vision, don’t you?” Dooku urged, hand outstretched towards her, “You will have your legacy. A legacy without me in it. All you require is a little… patience.”
“Patience…” Sev’rance tore her gaze away from the snake, and back to him, “And when you are dead and gone? What then? Who will control the state then?”
Dooku shrugged, “You will, of course.”
“But you said it yourself; I have no patience for these matters.”
“Then I will teach you all that I know of the dark side,” Dooku pressed, impatience leaking into his voice, “Not as your master, no, but because you ask it of me. The dark side grants power. Power over all. When you understand your own evils and the evils of others, it makes them pitifully easy to manipulate. The dark side will show you the stiff places in a being. His dreads and needs. The dark side gives you the keys to him.”
Sev’rance Tann reached out with her own hand, as if making for Dooku’s own, as he so clearly expected it. But then she slowly brought her fingers together, like she was grasping a goblet.
“You mistake me. I am no stranger to power. I have power,” to his confused look, she told him, “You live in a palace, but I live in an even bigger one, capable of razing entire planets to ash and salt at but a word. You have armies, but I have armies larger and more powerful than yours. You command legions of droids, but I have men and women willing to fight and die for my cause. Trillions of beings heed my words, at my beck and call. The dark side did not give those to me, effort and patience did.”
“Did it give you the politicians and the courts? No!” Dooku snapped, “But the dark side can, and I will show you how! Do you want their friendship? The dark side can compel them for you. Do you want only their servitude? The dark side can bend their will to yours. You needn’t concern yourself with their disobedience any longer.”
“...No, Count, I do not need the dark side,” she sighed, “If I want their friendship, I will speak and endear myself to them. If I want their servitude, I will order my armies to force them into compliance. Just because I am untalented, does not mean I cannot learn. All I need is to apply some effort.”
“Why trouble yourself!?” Dooku snarled in frustration, “How long will that take!? The dark side can–”
“I have time; you said it yourself,” it was Sev’rance’s turn to smile, molten gold receding from her irises, “I am young, and I have a century ahead of me. All I require is a little… patience.”
Patience I will require with or without you, was left unsaid.
“Sev’rance!” Dooku warned, rising to his feet, “Do not let this opportunity slip so easily! Do not let your pride blind you. With our abilities combined, we could forge a new galactic order! An Empire to supersede the Republic!”
Sev’rance Tann rose, her fist closing around the neck of the snake, and as she rose, she squeezed suddenly, hard, and the snake wretched, body squirming, fluttering uselessly in the air.
“You voice ambitions of an empire,” Sev’rance told Dooku, “As if you are not standing amidst mine.”
With a final, violent clench of her fist, she felt the snake’s bones crack, and its body went utterly limp. Sev’rance’s arm fell to her side, leaving Count Dooku grasping at thin air.
“You…” Dooku started, then trailed off with a sigh, “It is a shame, but perhaps expected. You are more Sith than either of us realised.”
With a sharp click, the Sith Lord’s crescent-hilted lightsaber was unholstered from his belt. Sev’rance eyed it cautiously–she could never hope to beat Dooku in a duel. She possessed neither his command over the dark side or his command over his own body. She could summon help–the button was but at an arm’s reach away–but if he wanted her dead, then she would be in a blink of an eye.
But Dooku did not move, flicking the unignited lightsaber at her, as if telling her to draw her own saber. Sev’rance’s blood boiled at that, the serpent she left dead on the floor stirring back to life, feeding on her emotions. Am I so weak that you don’t even need to take me by surprise? Sev’rance raged at the thought, at Dooku’s dispassionate expression and elegantly held combat form, as if he could cut her down without breaking a sweat. Maybe he could; he trained her, after all, and would certainly know how to kill her.
But would she allow it to be done so easily? Not so. Her pride would not allow it.
“Do you intend to kill me?” Sev’rance hissed at him, unclipping her own saber, “Know that it would not change anything. Your rule is at an end, whether you would allow it or not. I beseech you; leave the Confederacy to me, retire away to Serenno or anywhere you so desire, and live the rest of your days away peacefully. Your power is at an end, but your life need not be. But kill me, and your life is forfeit, and you will be hunted down to the ends of the galaxy.”
The suite burned red as Dooku ignited his lightsaber, “I will try. And you will defend yourself, because I will be trying to kill you.”
There was a smirk on his face, as if this outcome was something he was satisfied with. From the moment he stepped into her office, he was going to leave with what he wanted, one way or another. But what did Dooku want from this outcome? Sev’rance could not fathom it, and perhaps that was why Dooku was smirking, mocking her. Not smart enough to figure it out? His eyes seemed to gleam.
“You are but an old man unable to accept that your time has passed,” she snarled, all fear and apprehension lost as the dark side ran through her blood and made her arms lighter. Gold clashed with red as she suddenly levelled her own saber at him, the point but an inch from his nose, “I order that you surrender, and silently accept that your name will be etched into history as one of the vanquished.”
Comments
Cade
Because that is the narrative that is being portrayed here, separatist and republic high command and public opinion consider both the perliemian admirals to be dead, so when Rain and/or Calli return it will be quite an epic scene.
Jan Ullrich
I would agree, if I had the discipline to wait
PearsMan
Not sure why ppl are commenting the admirals let alone Rain are dead/unknown fate when we saw him escape but with damages legs? We could get some more droid love thou.
Duke of Coffee
I don't think Rain and Calli are dead.....
Ewout
I actually really like that, it leaves some mystery. Hell, I wouldn't mind a few more chapters without Rain. Would make his impact ont the people in the story afterwards much more powerfull.
Ewout
Dooku is a fucking legend. A powerfull and trusted Jedi, betraying it all because of his beliefs. Building a new state from the ground up, before being manipulated into the worst part of the dark side. And before going out making sure it allows Tann to strenghten her reign. By showing that she killed in him in self-defence she proves her point after all.
Ewout
To be fair, I don't think Rain would mind that. As long as it doesn't become a real Empire, he wouldn't mind having the army and state split like it is.
Ewout
That would be wild. Like Dooku thinking: "Sidious was always going to betray me wasn't he? It seems he wants to order me around in the final part of the play, before killing me with order 66. How about instead I make it so that he has an enemy that he can't easily defeat? A revenge my after death by killing him is fitting for a man who was promised immortality."
MacDB
I love this story and all, but this is too many chapters and weeks without knowing Rain’s fate.
Apotheosis
Ah man, dooku really is a G, going out like an absolute mad lad
Kaywye
Everyone seems to think that Dooku is going to sacrifice himself, and die to cheat Sidious of any benefit from his death, but I think he still has an ace up his sleeve somewhere that will allow him to survive and be victorious. Perhaps Grevious is in hiding here somewhere, or some other agent who will back him up....only time will tell.
StarBat
And if it is required? She will order her fleets and her armies to force them into compliance. Dooku should really have let things go and watched his "fixed" republic happen.
William M.
Was that serpent merely a metaphor, or was Dooku practicing what he preached and trying to use the dark side to subborn her? It reads to me like he did that, but she managed to tear off his influence and ctrush it. If so that would give the exchange a different tone.
Delakar
Should be "that you must mime my own." Or "mimic my own."
Delakar
“For a man so articulate, it is pleasant to have you so lost at words that you must you mine own against me,” Sev’rance Tann scathed lightly
windoverwaves
Hadn't even noticed that, but I read that as 'it is pleasant to have you so lost at words that you must use mine own against me.'
Necessary Lark
I enjoyed seeing Dooku being the south politician he is and kind of beating Tann the word battle. I also like seeing that the dark side is having an effect on her. She could even turn out to be a final bad guy
Necessary Lark
Do not forget that she also mentioned forcing them to comply with her armies. Not the most Jedi sounding option.
Peter
It actually makes sense. Dooku was always an idealist. It was why he left the Jedi order in the first place as they were too complacent about the suffering in the outer rim. Dooku became a Sith because he dreamed of a just empire that could right the horrible corruption of the republic. It was his arrogance that made him believe that the ends justify the means and that when he was in power he would solve everything for ultimately the greater good. If he is truly intending to set himself up as a scapegoat and unite the confederacy after diplomacy failed it would actually make sense as at his lowest low Dooku remembers his reasons for falling in the first place. I hope the author plans it this way as to me Dooku was always a more honorable Sith who fell into the trap that he could fix everything when he had total control.
syu
Still, it seems a bit too self sacrificial for a Sith. Perhaps it's his last remaining Jedi ideals coming through
SpiraSpira
The author is dragging it out way too much and it’s getting wearying.
inkaral
“For a man so articulate, it is pleasant to have you so lost at words that you must you mine own against me,” Sev’rance Tann scathed lightly. words that you must you mine own against me -> what???
Kana
Is Dooku giving a final lesson and dying to his aprentice? Willingly dying?
Voligne
I just realized how jedi-like the statement Tann made to Dooku really is. Instead of taking the easy way out, instead of using the Force to dominate the Government, or of making them into her servants, she will endear them if she must, she will earn their loyalty with patience and effort.
KevKev
Another week on waiting for the admiral duo 😭
Charlie
I think it's more like he's thinking that she can't bear to have another sith as an equal, that she wants it all. Very sith.
Mrsean22
Hmmm curious what Dooku was hoping for. Seems pretty serious about his deal but maybe he was trying to buy time to recover? Though a united CIS would really screw Palpatine and the Republic over. Though Dooku could be trying to screw Palpatine over more than Tann.
Michael K
Oh god, why am I reading this fic when it subjects me to such cliffhangers?!? I *think* Dooku is planning to die by Tann's hands, but now we have to wait a week (or more!) to find out! 😱
Ника Ви
Thanks for the chapter!
BigBillyWilly
They're dead, why else would the rest of the cast be talking about their deaths as fact? For some dramatic reveal where it turns out that they're actually alive? I sure hope so.
BigBillyWilly
Dooku knows that his time as passed, but rather than give Sidious any form of satisfaction, he makes Tann a hero who killed him in self defence. "Tann saves the Confederate Government after Dooku's treachery unveiled!" As a result of this, she now has the support of the government, Dooku's faction hoping to save face\skin, and Palp's stuck dealing with a civil war and a fully unified Confederacy. Might be Dooku's best chance of living up to the Sith ideal of betrayal.
PearsMan
Why is she more sith? Because she dosent let it control her and rely on it? Kreia would be proud from how she pushed the dark side away, like a drug enhancer, unneeded if u train
Marcin
Pretty sure Dooku wants to shaft pappa Palpy, and this however it ends will do so. If he dies its complete end of any semblance of control over CIS.
Jarrik32
It's always interesting watching logic and reason run into emotion (in this case pride) and get utterly steamrolled. Just like it does 9 times out of 10 in real life. As from a dispassionate and coldly rational point of view the two of them SHOULD have cut a deal and screw Bonteris warnings and fears. Dooku gets to spend his remaining time imprinting his will indelibly onto the fabric of the senate and Tanns soul, while Tann recieves further training in both politics and the force to prepare for her future role as Empress. Only they are both extremely powerful and extremely proud people. It isn't enough to win. They have to win THEIR way. Dooku seeks to mold Tann into a true Sith apprentice while Tann utterly rejects the idea of a magocracy. Nevermind the fact that Dooku turning to Tann is a desperation move taken after all else failed and Tann knows it. Nobody likes being the last resort.
Augustus
It would be a better empire than the original at least since that one crippled its self and self destructed in a matter of decades due to the amount of purposeful suffering it caused.
Gabriel Clark
"Oh no, she's attacking me when I went to talk to he-" "Here's a recording of him committing treason with Palpatine."
Duke of Coffee
Well... let see if Rain plans manage to save Tann from dying or is the Force bending her destiny to stay on track.....
Voligne
Silly dooku. You are an apprentice, and therefore a tool in someone else's dream. And it is someone else's dream. It was never yours, you think you have made it yout own but always you serve the designs of another. Will the hammer promise the nail that it will not strike it? How can it when it cannot command its own fate? You are but a hammer, striking nails in the service of someone else's house even as you promise the nails what a fine house you shall make for them. If only they would willingly submit themselves to the hammer blows. How can you make these promises to Sev'rance? If the carpenter bid you strike her down you will obey because of the fine house the carpenter has promised you. Because you are a tool wielded in the service of someone else's dream of empire.
MaliMi
This is all great, but what about Rain and Calli?
nugitoBambino
great chapter! Part of me is sad that it didn't work out because it makes so much sense if they were functioning as rational actors, but the rest of me is screaming "let's goooo!" While cackling madly
ben
Nice chapter, a day early even!
FuschiaKnight
Tann may not be the more skilled sith, but she's arguably the more *correct* sith.
Trailblazer
And the first shot goes to the Confederacy! Tann is truly the better Banite Sith than Dooku will ever be.
FuschiaKnight
Things are coming to a head! Part of me was worried that Tann would cut a deal with Dooku, but this, of anything, makes me even more worried. Also: Tann might not be a particularly skilled darksider, but in that ruthless hunger for power with no care for the actual philosophy of the dark side she is arguably the *correct* darksider. The empire she wishes to build likely won't be a sith empire, it will likely lack darksiders and the endless infliction of suffering for suffering's sake, but in its naked hunger for power, it is truly *authentic*.
