Through The Eyes Of Tyranus
A Piece Of Star Wars Fanfic By
Brandon League
(Brnleague@aol.com)
Legalities: Every planet, character, and item mentioned in
this story with the exception of the second moon of D'rallen (Which I made up)
are the property of His Royal Highness, King George Lucas. I PROMISE not to
make any money on this story if George promises not to sue me, or send any
Lucasfilm stormtroopers after me!
Summary: Two nights before the Battle Of Geonosis, Count
Dooku reflects on his past.
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The dark-cloaked figure stood alone on the cliff, his eyes
sweeping the vast, rocky plain below. Six magnificent Trade Federation
battleships were clearly visible, stationed in a crooked circle near the
entrance to the central droid factory. Impressive as they were, the dark figure
suppressed an urge to make an indignant sound. After all, the massive,
spherical ships were nothing next to the power of the Force. The man once known
as Count Dooku sneered as he thought of the pitiful creatures gathered here to
stage a war that was little more than a puppet show, a mere slide of hand
orchestrated to give his Master complete control of the Republic. First, there
was Poggle The Lesser, the Archduke of this planet, Geonosis. Poggle was a
brutal, meglomaniacal Geonosian of the lower class who had schemed and
manipulated his way into power for the sheer desire of revenge. He wanted
revenge against the haughty and arrogant high caste of Geonosians for their mistreatment
of the lesser caste. With sizeable monetary assistance from Darth Sidious, his
coup had been a complete success, and to show his thanks to Darth Sidious,
Poggle had begun construction on massive quantities of Battle Droids for the
Dark Lord.
Then there was Nute Gunray. Ten years previous, the
Nemoidian Viceroy for the Trade Federation (on orders from Darth Sidious) had
blockaded the peaceful planet of Naboo in order to bully the then
fourteen-year-old Queen, Padme Naberrie Amidala, into signing a treaty of
Instead, his Master's first apprentice, Darth Maul, had
killed him. At the time, he had been grief-stricken. So much so, as a matter of
fact that Dooku had finally had enough of the Jedi Order and their ways of
serving a rotten, corrupt Republic that did not want to be saved. He resigned
from the Jedi Order and disappeared from sight, only one person knew where he
had gone, the same person who knew all and saw all, his new Master, the exalted
Darth Sidious. He remembered his first encounter with the Dark Lord, on that
cold, starless night on the second moon of D'rallen.
The night had been much like this one in many aspects. He
remembered the chill of the night wind on his cheek and the muted sounds of
various creatures out in the darkness as he meditated in a small clearing,
reaching out with the Force, becoming one with the trees, the soil, even the
animals that hid themselves in the dark. Then he felt something else, something
unlike anything he had ever felt before. It felt... cold, like the heart of a
glacier but at the same time it felt, righteous. Whatever it was, Dooku knew
immediately that it was humanoid and it was waiting... for him. Count Dooku
rose from his meditative state and entered the woods. He walked for the better
part of an hour, using the Force when necessary to strengthen his limbs and
soothe his aching muscles. The Force combined with natural adrenalin moved him
quickly through the night, seeking what he knew was his destiny. Finally, the
Count arrived at a small hill and saw what it was he had felt. A figure stood
there at the base of the hill, and Dooku had no doubt whatsoever that the
figure had been expecting him.
"Welcome, Count Dooku," the stooped, dark-robed
figure said, a cowl covering the majority of his face, "I knew you would
come."
"Who are you," Dooku whispered, his hand touching
the hilt of his green-bladed lightsaber.
The figure chuckled softly, as if he had expected no less.
"I," he said, "am the future of the
Dooku almost gasped as he felt the sheer magnitude of Darth
Sidious' power. The Dark Side of the Force rolled from Darth Sidious like a
tidal wave threatening to destroy everything and everyone that stood against
him. Before he even realized that he had moved, Dooku realized he was kneeling.
"The power," Dooku whispered.
"Yes," Sidious purred. "The Dark Side is the
true power. All those years at the
"Yes... Master," Dooku whispered robotically,
"I see the truth now."
"Then you who were once Count Dooku, arise... Darth
Tyranus. Your true training begins now."
With that, Darth Sidious reached down and put one hand on
Dooku's shoulder and with the other hand, threw back his cowl. For a minute
Dooku was flabbergasted, then the delicious irony of it all hit him and the
newly born Darth Tyranus threw back his head and laughed.
"That was almost ten years ago," Count Dooku
whispered softly as he glanced down at the Trade Federation battleships,
gleaming in the Geonosian night. Dooku knew that the corrupt and rotten
Republic would be finished. Nothing could stand against the might of Master
Sidious and the Dark Side. He sadly wished that Qui-Gon Jinn were at his side,
even though he now realized that Qui-Gon's death had been necessary. No one who
stands against the Sith shall live. He knew that his old Padawan would have
seen the truth eventually, despite what Obi Wan Kenobi had said earlier in the
detention cell. He almost felt sorry for Obi Wan, after all the boy had no
knowledge of the true power of the Dark Side, and would die in two days without
ever knowing true power. It was a waste, actually, to kill such a talented
Jedi, who would make an even MORE talented Sith. "It really is a
shame," Darth Tyranus whispered as he stared into the night.
End Notes: Another one! By the Force, is this boy mad! I really hope that you appreciate this story; I had a BLAST writing it. As usual feel free to send me your thoughts, positive, negative, indifferent, whatever. Just remember!!! No death threats or marriage proposals, as I will respond to neither! Thanks!