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sabarte Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 12/20/05 1:17am Subject: Deep Sky (Qui-Gon, Dooku, others. Complete 1/11/06, re-edited June 2006) - Date Edited: 7/8/06 9:18pm (13 edits total) Edited By: sabarte
	Title: Deep Sky. Author: sabarte Rating: PG Time Period: 75-74 BBY Characters: Dooku, Qui-Gon, Dooku’s scary OC relatives Genre: Drama/Political Summary: The deep air of Serenno hides many secrets. For Qui-Gon Jinn, it holds both mystery and terror. For his Master Dooku, old memories and a challenge he has to answer. This work is complete, and is posted below. It was edited and polished in June of 2006. Constructive criticism is always welcome. I: The Roses of Serenn (Qui-Gon PoV) posted 1/4 II: Changeling (Dooku) posted 1/5 III: Dreaming Deep (Qui-Gon) posted 1/8 IV: Wildburn Cascade (Qui-Gon) posted 1/10 Epilogue (Qui-Gon) posted 1/11 illustration/banner, posted 1/6
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 12/20/05 4:25am Subject: RE: Deep Sky 1/? (Dooku, Qui-Gon, others -12/20)
	I can't believe I beat Kynstar to a Dooku story! Anyway, this is absolutely amazing. Your portrayal of Dooku is rich and complex and I love it! Those weren't tests. Those were real, and people had died because Qui-Gon had made the wrong choices. People had died because he had made the right ones too. 'Do not pretend that your actions have no consequences', Dooku had said, when the judiciary of Oggde had asked Qui-Gon to execute a traitor his investigations had uncovered. 'You may refuse, but they will kill him anyway. Take responsibility for your actions, and understand what they may lead to'. Qui-Gon remembered that day like it was yesterday, remembered how Dooku had gently corrected his grip on the saber's hilt and steadied his shaking hand before he had walked up to the kneeling man and ended his life. Dooku is right about one thing, their actions have consequences. I think that is an important lesson for any Jedi to learn and learn early. Beautifully done! -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. Proud New Army Mom - off to bootcamp!
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ithesock Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 12/20/05 4:38am Subject: RE: Deep Sky 1/? (Dooku, Qui-Gon, others -12/20)
	Lol, I can't believe I beat Kyn to the great Dook, myself. Oh, nice work. I love the fact that Dooku is so 3D, and that he instructs Qui-Gon about ending a traitor's life. Harsh lessons. I'm eager to see where this goes. -----signature----- Fields of Elysia (JA): http://boards.theforce.net/Before_the_Saga/b10475/20100957/?140 - 10/8 Epistles to a Master (JA, AU): http://boards.theforce.net/Before_the_Saga/b10475/20479680/?25 Lore-Master to Seven
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Kynstar Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 12/20/05 5:12am Subject: RE: Deep Sky 1/? (Dooku, Qui-Gon, others -12/20)
	Lucky ladies to have beaten me! Yay another story to read of Dooku/Qui pairing! Excellent start! I as well liked that part of letting Qui handle things. Consequences of an action can be horrible Poor Qui. Definitely see where the independency streak came from! Great work! Can't wait for more! -----signature----- Paddy sis to t_s & SarkaVrae/Master to hyperspace_police Member of Rebel Legion and Jedi Assembly (Kynstar Lans) Long live fanfiction...for in these tales do our heroes still exist. See stories/viggies in bio
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Healer_Leona Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 12/20/05 5:42am Subject: RE: Deep Sky 1/? (Dooku, Qui-Gon, others -12/20)
	He'd worked up the nerve to ask once - Dooku had just smiled slightly and said 'It's all the same.' Which wasn't really helpful. Fascinating confession there. A very intriguing start sabarte. -----signature----- Still crazy after all these years.
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Layren Registered: Oct '03	Date Posted: 12/20/05 9:41am Subject: RE: Deep Sky 1/? (Dooku, Qui-Gon, others -12/20)
	Oooh another Qui/Dooku fic! Always a pleasure to see those on the boards! Excellent, intriguing beginning sabarte! -----signature----- Proud Master to Ara-gon The Triad Chronicles http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/25934993/p1/?177 (OC's) Into Another Day http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/27926050/p1/?0 2008 Dear Diary Challenge I am Jinngerbread.
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Aya-Na_Bashu Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 12/20/05 1:13pm Subject: RE: Deep Sky 1/? (Dooku, Qui-Gon, others -12/20) - Date Edited: 1/6/06 9:58pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Aya-Na_Bashu
	Oooo, very nice start, sabarte. Very intriguing. I like the way you've shown Dooku and his methods of training Qui-Gon. -----signature----- Master to aden Proud member of ISPLN Step away from Qui-Gon and no one will get hurt! My fics are in my bio.
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Mind_Tricked Registered: Dec '05	Date Posted: 12/21/05 1:46pm Subject: RE: Deep Sky 1/? (Dooku, Qui-Gon, others -12/20)
	I really like the beginning, I'm captivated! I hope you will post the next part soon! -----signature----- Wszystko za ciebie zrobi - Obi-Wan Kenobi!
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sabarte Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 12/21/05 11:31pm Subject: RE: Deep Sky 1/? (Dooku, Qui-Gon, others -12/20) - Date Edited: 12/21/05 11:32pm (1 edits total) Edited By: sabarte
	Thank you all! Next part - well. What I have written of this fic is about 20 times as long as what I have posted, and it's nearly done. However, I need to get out of the habit of self-betaing, so I'm having the other parts beta-read. There will be a delay. But - most of the 'hard work' for this fic is done
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sabarte Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 1/4/06 6:27pm Subject: RE: Deep Sky 1/? (Dooku, Qui-Gon, others -12/20) - Date Edited: 6/17/06 8:14pm (2 edits total) Edited By: sabarte
	"I believe it's common enough for people who are not entirely content with the disposition of their parents to dream that they themselves were changelings." -Christopher Lee, Lord of Misrule I - The Roses of Serenn Qui-Gon >>75-74 BBY<< Republic fast courier Thornwing was a small ship. It wasn't crowded, exactly, but there was no privacy. Qui-Gon Jinn was mostly comfortable with that - privacy was pretty much an illusion where his Master Dooku was concerned anyway. Dooku considered it his duty to know what was going on in his apprentice's life. Besides, Qui-Gon had enough to occupy him. Tactics exercises, the overview of the politics of the Mid-Rim Senate caucus he had to write, two hundred pages of philosophy readings.... To think other Padawans sometimes had free time. Qui-Gon had thought that their long circuit of the Tingel Arm was over, but Dooku had unexpectedly diverted them off the Hydian Way to a planet called Serenno. While Qui-Gon wasn't all that fond of Coruscant, they'd been a long time away. Even if he would have to cut his hair and toe the line, it would be nice to be back. Strolling from the sleeping quarters in the back to the cockpit, Dooku paused to watch his Padawan from the hatchway. Qui-Gon noted the change in his manner - a swift shift from 'Jedi Master' to 'Formal Social'. Dooku had many such faces - in the past year or so Qui-Gon had really started to notice the subtle differences and how other people reacted very differently depending on which face his Master was using. It was both fascinating and slightly scary. Scary because Qui-Gon was not sure which face, if any, portrayed the truth of the man. He'd worked up the nerve to ask once - Dooku had just smiled slightly and said, 'It's all the same.' Which wasn't really helpful. He'd told Dooku that too, and Dooku's smile had faded. 'It's not my place to be helpful anymore.' he had said. 'I've given you the foundations. What you build of yourself on that has to be your doing.' Now, Dooku apparently considered it his place to make Qui-Gon's existence a living hell. The basics of Dooku's training philosophy had been apparent since Qui-Gon had first been apprenticed. Dooku placed an emphasis on independence and personal responsibility. In the rare cases where Dooku was sent out on missions with other Jedi, Qui-Gon was generally trusted with more important tasks than they. These days Qui-Gon worked without immediate supervision on their missions, for the most part. Sometimes Dooku set him an urgent task to accomplish, though that was rare. Sometimes Qui-Gon did research, or social duties. The worst missions, though, were when Dooku pointed him at a situation and told him to find out what was going on, and do what he thought necessary. Those weren't tests. Those were real, and people had died because Qui-Gon had made the wrong choices. People had died because he had made the right ones too. 'Do not pretend that your actions have no consequences,' Dooku had said, when the judiciary of Oggde had asked Qui-Gon to execute a traitor that his investigations had uncovered and helped to convict. 'You may refuse, but they will kill him anyway. Take responsibility for your actions, and understand what they may lead to.' Qui-Gon remembered that day like it was yesterday, remembered how Dooku had gently corrected his grip on the saber's hilt and steadied his shaking hand before Qui-Gon had walked up to the kneeling man and ended his life. The man had had four children. One of them - Qui-Gon's age - had watched. Qui-Gon hadn't received a mission briefing for this side trip. That in itself was enough to make him very, very nervous. "I'm adjusting the atmospheric controls." Dooku finally said. "Pressure will go up to one-point-six Coruscant standard over the next ten minutes. We've handled pressurization, you know what to do." "Is this Serenno then?" Qui-Gon abandoned his work and scrambled to the cockpit to look down on the world. Hazy, greenish-gold, very small oceans, weird continents. Seemed like the planet had plate tectonics, but low surface water. Basaltic 'oceanic' plates were exposed and vegetated, with true continents in high plateaus above. Decent-sized icecap on what Qui-Gon arbitrarily decided was the northern continent, with a much smaller one in the south "ocean". The lowlands had large-scale patterning that struck him as artificial. "What's with the spirals?" he asked. "Those are the gardens." Dooku said absently. He wasn't actually flying the ship; he was just programming the autopilot. "I'm not sure if you'll be able to visit." "Gardens?" Qui-Gon's eyes were wide. "Those are...big gardens. I thought this was a small colony? Around ten thousand, right?" He swallowed, letting his ears pop. He could definitely sense the change in the air. "Well, at least you did some research. Yes and no. Ten thousand-odd Republic citizens." That kind of differentiation usually implied slavery. Qui-Gon nodded. "That would help explain the GDP." Serenno's wealth was comparable to many of the oldest core worlds; he'd thought that had to be a mistake. His Master leaned back. "Serenno is in some ways in a comparable position to Thyf-" A communications indicator flashed, and Dooku pressed it, signaling silence and opening the audio channel. A deep human voice with a soft and strange accent was transmitted. "Republic fast courier, identify yourself. This is Indrea di Serenn for the Planetary Corporation of Serenno." Dooku's Coruscant accent was crisp in reply. "This is Jedi Knight Dooku and Padawan Apprentice Qui-Gon Jinn in fast courier 'Thornwing'. We are here for independent training and require no local government assistance." Qui-Gon signaled Dooku with one hand, a double repetition of 'mission' implying a question. His ears popped again. "I see." Indrea said. A short pause, and Dooku signed 'patience' back to his apprentice. "The Corporation will waive your docking fees. Here are your landing coordinates." Dooku watched the data transmission. "Received. We should be down within ten minutes." His hand moved to cut the channel. "Very good. And Idis...?" There was an odd edge to Indrea's soft voice as he continued. Dooku's hand froze. "Welcome home." "Ah." Dooku's face was peculiarly blank. "Thank you. 'Thornwing' out." The courier vessel swooped over hazy lowlands far below, before reaching one of the great continental plates. Blue lakes shimmered, and the great valleys where rivers descended into the deep basalt country were easy to pick out, even at their speed. Far inland and perpendicular to the concave coastline, massive mountains scraped the sky, where continents had collided long past. The ship was flying into the sunset, and the planet's star burned a vibrant violet-red behind the mountains. The ship began a swifter descent towards the great wrinkled plateau to one side, but Qui-Gon saw no signs of civilization until just before their ship settled alone on a small landing pad. A small crowd had gathered. Qui-Gon cleared his ears one last time before running a hand through his shaggy hair and falling in behind his Master. He stopped on the ramp, a little wide-eyed. Okay, that was creepy. The reception party seemed equally curious about him and Dooku, though it was fairly well behaved. Ten men and three women, the men standing around Qui-Gon's height and the women slightly shorter. They were universally dark-haired and all dark eyed - with a recognizable similarity of bearing and features to Dooku. Some of the body language was even the same, though a lot more obvious and they were far easier to read in the Force. Curiousity and anticipation were the primary emotions he sensed, like a faint scent on the wind, but there were deep undercurrents that Qui-Gon didn't understand. Even Dooku was acting a little odd. His usual composure seemed almost forced as he glanced towards a massive stone building in the valley behind them. It was not enough that the strangers would notice, but Qui-Gon definitely did. "He's not usually this shy." Qui-Gon heard Dooku say as his Master looked significantly back at him. Qui-Gon walked slowly down the ramp, smiling automatically as Dooku introduced him to Indrea, a middle-aged man who seemed to be in charge. Qui-Gon looked down slightly at Indrea, and blinked as Dooku's eyes seemed to look back at him from the man's face, considering him with cool reserve. His uneasiness grew. "What a fine young man." Indrea said. Qui-Gon blinked as someone unexpectedly touched his hair. He turned his head slowly - it was a girl his age, who drew her hand back guiltily and blushed slightly. "Arde!" Indrea chided. "My apologies, Qui-Gon." He seemed to have a little difficulty pronouncing the name. "We don't get many guests here. Not human ones, in any case. The pressure makes them uncomfortable." "It's not bad," Qui-Gon said politely. Most human-habited planets in the Core had been altered in the far distant past to conform to a small 'comfortable' range of temperature, pressure, and gravity. Outside that range, artificial habitats were usually used. The pressure here was well outside normal, and not something he'd ever dealt with before in the field. It was definitely weird, but it was tolerable in the short term. "I don't think I'll have any problems." Indrea nodded and gazed thoughtfully at Dooku, who returned the look. Finally Indrea said quietly, "He doesn't have long. Come this way." Dooku nodded and indicated Qui-Gon was not to follow. Most of the crowd had dispersed or was following Indrea, but the girl Arde tugged on his sleeve. "Do you want me to show you to your room?" "I didn't realize we were staying the night." "You are." Arde smiled a little. "Come on, I'll show you. You're in the great house." Arde's voice wasn't as deep as Dooku's, and she had that odd accent, but Qui-Gon found himself almost automatically obeying anyway. It was a bit of a wake-up call to how deeply he'd been conditioned, but Qui-Gon shelved that thought away to consider later. He could see the "great house" now - it reminded him a bit of the palaces on Alderaan. It was an isolated ancient building of significant size, but not enormous. The air smelled floral, and Arde glanced back at him with a little smile and opened a side gate on the path to the house. Qui-Gon looked through into a wide garden. "Am I getting the full tour, then?" "It's a shortcut." Arde said. "Sort of." She strode in. Qui-Gon took a few steps after her and stopped, drinking the sight in. The gardens appeared on first sight to have a wild disheveled look to them, but Qui-Gon perceived that this was an illusion. The gentle hands of hundreds of gardeners must have shaped this landscape. There were a few great trees grown to full maturity, knee-high grasses and mossy shrubs, and coiling, twisting flower-vines. The vines were everywhere, a loosely woven veil over the garden. They arched over the polished stone pathway, snaked through the grass, and climbed the trees. Their pale gold flowers were large and many-petaled, while their leaves were dark green and serrated, streaked with deep yellow. Their lovely smell was not overpowering, but it seemed to wash over Qui-Gon, soothing the feeling of the uncomfortable pressure in the air and giving the him the illusion of clarity. This was a place where plants were loved. Qui-Gon touched a leaf, and then ran a hand carefully over three vines braided together. Arde walked back into view, raising her eyebrows and putting away a comlink. "Are you coming?" "What kind of flowers are these?" Qui-Gon asked. "That's Serenn's rose." Arde said. "She planted it more then a thousand years ago. It's the only one anywhere." Qui-Gon's eyebrows rose. "Just one plant?" "Oh yes. Come on, unless you want to sleep in the garden." He wouldn't really have minded doing just that, but Qui-Gon followed anyway. He looked around at the twining vines and decided he'd have to come back here. At the side door of the house, the vine-thicket was sculpted into a wide woven passageway leading to stone steps. The door at the top was unlocked, and Arde swung it open and ducked inside. The ceilings were tall and made of vaulted stone. It was less stifling indoors than Qui-Gon had feared. The hallways were not crowded, though they passed a man who stopped and stared at Qui-Gon for a moment before continuing on his way. The Force sparked in Qui-Gon's mind, and his threat intuition started twitching about six seconds before three more women came around the corner. "He's new." the foremost of them said. She was actually taller than Qui-Gon, which was a little alarming, especially since she was giving him a frankly appraising look. She stepped up close, looking down her nose at him. "He's Idis's apprentice." Arde said. "Qui-Gon Jinn." "Qui-Gon." the girl said, smiling - or at least showing her teeth. Qui-Gon felt rooted to the ground. "My name is Astel." "A pleasure." Qui-Gon said quietly. He was surrounded now. The two other girls, mentally tagged as scary she-Dooku #3 and #4, moved up to flank him. This was not a situation that he thought could be solved with a lightsaber. He'd just have to go with it. "Be glad we got to you....first." Astel said. "The Contessa's hounds are also on the hunt. This way." The situation was swiftly spiralling out of control. Qui-Gon nodded - he didn't think Astel was lying, exactly, She did think it was a good thing for him that she'd found him first. Whether it was actually a good thing or not, he wasn't sure. Dooku would want him to investigate. Stretching out with the Force, Qui-Gon could feel an aura of ominous anticipation suffusing the house and the minds of its residents. Something was happening, and Qui-Gon felt there was much more going on beneath the surface here than was immediately apparent. He allowed himself to be shepherded into a side-corridor, and then into a spartan room with two long beds. Astel sat down on one, and Qui-Gon took the other. Arde hopped up on the bed beside him, while #3 stood near the door and #4 also sat. Or maybe vice-versa. They all looked so darn alike, especially the last two. There was an increasingly awkward silence, as Astel looked Qui-Gon over. #3 looked serene, but Qui-Gon sensed she was nervous. Arde was bouncing a little on the bed. "Your hair is really nice." she blurted suddenly. "It's kind of...I didn't realize real people had hair like that. It's really pretty." "Er." Qui-Gon said. He was beginning to realize Arde was much younger than he had assumed - it was because she was so tall. Humans here was much taller than average, possibly due to the slightly lower gravity, possibly genetic. It was nice because he didn't have to worry about hitting his head on ceilings, which was becoming a problem on Coruscant and elsewhere. Unfortunately, he had to reassess some of the unconscious assumptions he made about people. He was sure Dooku's suggested solution to that would be to never make unconscious assumptions, but Qui-Gon needed to lean on intuition at times or he'd go crazy. However, his intuition wasn't helping him here. "Thanks? It's not that rare where I'm from." "Can I braid it?" "Um." Qui-Gon smiled a little nervously. "Ah, sure." It couldn't hurt. Dooku would probably be amused. Astel was definitely amused. And he might get some information about what exactly was going on out of it. "Do you know where my Master is?" Astel gave him a look. "He's with the Executor. Indagren sent to him. Asked him to come here." "What about me? Why am I here?" Arde chimed in. "Oh, I don't think we were expecting you. At least, Father didn't ask me to come meet you until an hour ago." Qui-Gon winced as she tugged on his Padawan braid. He probably should have said no. "Do you know why this Indagren asked to see Dooku?" Qui-Gon continued. "He's the Executor." Arde shrugged, pulling one plait tighter. "I expect it's because he's dying." "Chief of State." Qui-Gon murmured, remembering that from the planetary fact sheet he'd glanced over. "But why would he want to talk to my Master?" "Oh, well, it's probably about the Contessa. And he's curious, too. Everyone's curious about how Idis turned out. Usually people come back from being taken. They come home, where they belong." "My mother's mother was taken by the Jedi," Astel said. She studied Qui-Gon. "But she came back when she was Arde's age. She doesn't talk about it. We need to know what has been done to him. We need to know what sort of man he is. And if, after all that, he is still di Serenn." #3 spoke. "How long have you known him?" "I've been his apprentice for seven", Qui-Gon said. "But look, I don't care who you are. It's not my place to gossip about my Master." "We're not looking for gossip." Astel said. "We know the principles of the Order, and information that has trickled back about his deeds there. The Corporation has been keeping track of him, after all. I want you to tell me what it means to be a Jedi. For you and for him." "Being a Jedi means I am a servant of the Republic. I'm not a pawn in your internal power struggles. And I won't allow myself to be." "Idis came. I don't believe he is a stupid man. He knew what he was getting into." Astel replied. "I will say this." Qui-Gon said seriously. "Do not try to use Dooku in your schemes. You will regret it." Astel's eyes flicked to the side, and then Qui-Gon felt a soft caress across his face, and a kiss to the base of his neck. He yelped, jerked away, and fell off the bed. It wasn't the first time a girl had touched him like that, but the combination of that and the lazy, very Dooku-ish grin on Astel's face was just too much. "They say a Jedi knows neither fear nor desire. Is that true?" Astel's eyes pinned him again. They had that considering look that Dooku's often had before he sent Qui-Gon into some new and creative test of his abilities. Oh, stars, what if Dooku had planned this? Independent training was a criminally vague descriptor, especially with his Master. "Don't--don't touch me." Qui-Gon's voice was shakier than he would have liked. It was #4 that had actually kissed him, he discovered upon looking up. Or maybe #3? Either way it was less creepy than Arde, but still six kinds of disturbing, and Force, he could not allow his body to react to this. He was trembling a little, but he stilled himself with an effort. "Why n-," Astel was smiling as she started to speak. But Qui-Gon felt the shifting power dynamic in the room just before her expression abruptly changed. He looked up from the floor and saw Dooku in the doorway. The man's eyebrows were slowly climbing up his forehead, but he moved decisively to stand over Qui-Gon, scattering the pack of girls. "Out", he said. Three of them promptly disappeared, and there was only Astel wearing an expression that said she knew she was in over her head but was too proud to admit it. Qui-Gon couldn't bring himself to feel sorry for her. Dooku's right hand was at his side, clenched into a fist. "They say an apprentice is like a son to a Jedi." Astel said. She was not so intimidating now, just a pale shadow of Qui-Gon's true Master. "They do." Dooku said, betraying nothing in his voice. "Then he's a part of this too." Dooku just looked at her, until at last she, too, fled the room.
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Kynstar Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 1/5/06 6:17am Subject: RE: Deep Sky 1/4 (Dooku, Qui-Gon, others -1/4/06)
	Oh wow! You're bringing life to Serenno. Sweet! Loooove what ya doing here! LOL! Poor girl didn't have a chance when Dooku says out! Poor Qui...one has to feel for the guy in this one! Being surrounded by women who bare resemblance somewhat of his Master! Excellent job! -----signature----- Paddy sis to t_s & SarkaVrae/Master to hyperspace_police Member of Rebel Legion and Jedi Assembly (Kynstar Lans) Long live fanfiction...for in these tales do our heroes still exist. See stories/viggies in bio
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Healer_Leona Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 1/5/06 8:43am Subject: RE: Deep Sky 1/4 (Dooku, Qui-Gon, others -1/4/06)
	OOOh, nicely done. I got chilled at Dooku's "Out!". LIke Kystart, I must also feel bad for poor sweet Qui-Gon. -----signature----- Still crazy after all these years.
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Mind_Tricked Registered: Dec '05	Date Posted: 1/5/06 1:20pm Subject: RE: Deep Sky 1/4 (Dooku, Qui-Gon, others -1/4/06)
	Oh, sabarte that was incredible! I loved the description of flowers. Poor Qui-Gon, I wouldn't like to find myself in a room with 4 Dooku-ish girls! "Then he's a part of this too." Part of what? I really can't wait to find out! -----signature----- Wszystko za ciebie zrobi - Obi-Wan Kenobi!
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sabarte Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 1/5/06 6:35pm Subject: RE: Deep Sky 2/4 (Dooku, Qui-Gon, others -1/5/06) - Date Edited: 6/17/06 10:03pm (4 edits total) Edited By: sabarte
	II: Changeling Dooku, just prior. The first thought that struck Dooku's mind was how much smaller the house was than he remembered it as being. He recalled a cavernous place where a small boy could easily get lost, or lose himself, if he wished. The jaded eyes of an older Dooku now saw merely a house. A nice house - elegant, but not as large or luxurious as some of the galactic palaces he'd been in. Fortunately, not as tacky either. "I see you know where you're going." Indrea said, after Dooku outpaced him. Dooku paused, looked down the stairs they were climbing, and nodded slightly at him. He should probably slow down, but he was having a hard time integrating past and present and getting the residual emotions this place brought out in him under control. The great double doors to the Executor's office stood before them. He'd shed everybody in the group following him but Indrea, who opened the door for him and followed after. The room was softly lit, and panelled in brown wood. Dooku walked to the center of the room and regarded the man in front of him. Indagren looked awful. His skin looked like splotched paper, and he could barely lift his head. Beside Dooku, Indrea bowed his head in deep respect. Dooku almost did the same, but remembered he was a Jedi now. Indagren had to acknowledge that. "Scion mine," the ruler of Serenno finally whispered, when it became clear that Dooku would not yield to him. "I wondered if you would come." "I am here." Dooku said, moving closer so that he would not miss a word. He heard nothing but labored breathing for a few seconds, and then the Executor spoke again. "I wondered, sometimes, if you were lost to us. My sister came back. The others all came back. It is a rare, rare thing to be taken by the Jedi, rarer still to be chosen to become one. You would be a great asset to our world. Yet we heard no word. We sent your share of earnings to the Temple - yet still we heard no word. And then you sent it back. What did you mean by this?" Dooku sighed. "The Jedi thought it wise to remove the memories of my life here. I was old when I was taken, and my memories were clear. I did not discover the payments made in my name until a few years ago. I then thought to search for such mental tampering and found it." "So your dividends did not go to you." "Of course not. Jedi do not have personal wealth." "Then where did they go?" "The Council is the collective caretaker of the wealth of the Jedi. They were...spent." "Wisely?" "No." "Ah. So you defied your Council and donated your portion back to the Corporation. An interesting act. It brought you back to my attention." Indagren's head lolled back, and the hoverchair adjusted to support it, so that their eyes met again. "You trust me more than your masters. That is also interesting." Dooku inclined his head slightly, unsure of what to say. He wasn't certain if Indagren's observation was truth, and that disturbed him.. "I am dying, child." Indagren continued, his speech slurring slightly. "Indrea has been doing most of my work for years. Yet he does not have the...spark... to rule the decision cascade. I have made my will clear that he is to be my successor, but that will not be enough. The Contessa is about to make her move. " The other man in the room turned to Dooku. "Her cult of personality is strong enough that I will have to step aside when the time comes. We've known this for years now. She is clever, and ruthless in her desire to claim what she thinks is her birthright. Our firmest supporters, long members of our cohort, are wavering. Everyone knows Indagren is fading." "She, too, is an asset to the world." Indagren said. "But she cannot be allowed to become Executor. Not merely for our sake, but for hers." "I am a Jedi." Dooku said, sensing where the conversation was going and deciding now was the time to voice his objection. "I am a man not of your cohort, to add my voice to yours. I am not of any cohort. In fact - and you know this very well as you both were there - I am not even di Serenn. Interfering in this internal political matter is so far beyond my mandate that it is insulting that you ask it of me." "And if I named it treason?" Indagren asked. "Put in a request for assistance to the Council. You cannot just...commandeer me." "I don't want the Jedi Council." Indagren said. "I want you." Dooku crossed his arms. "I am here. My presence in this moment is all I will allow you to demand of me, Executor." Indrea walked over to the desk. "I thought you'd jump at the chance to prove yourself against her." "The life of a Jedi is full of sacrifices." Dooku replied coldly. "Hnn. And now we come to it." Indagren's voice was a frail echo of how Dooku remembered it, but there was still that deep edge that thousands of Serenni had obeyed without question. Dooku glanced back at him, feeling irrationally unbalanced. "I am a Jedi, a full Knight with an apprentice of my own. In a handful of years I will be a Master. I was given to the Order. You cannot demand me back now that it suits you." "Can't we?" Indrea said. "All our gifts serve Serenno - mine and the Executor's and Anare's and Singer Andem's - and the talents of every child and cohortman. You've felt the deep air close over you again. This world will always call you home." Dooku's hand slammed down on Indagren's desk without warning, with a sharp retort that both of the other men flinched at. "The Force is not a gift. Not for one such as I. It is a responsibility, and one so enormous that I sometimes think I am not equal to it. I have to live up to that. I have to find what purpose I am meant for. The greatest Jedi, Executor, understand they are only instruments. I could arrange to be the appointed Guardian of this sector, yes. It would be well within my powers - but it would not challenge me. I am called to more. The Force gave of itself to me, and I have to prove myself worthy of that. I am the most powerful Jedi that has been born to the Republic in twenty generations. To waste my talents here would be to condemn everyone my talents could have saved in the greater galaxy to death, every injustice I could have righted to cruelty. I do not allow the avoidance of a Jedi's responsibilities in my apprentice, and I will never, never allow it in myself." "Pride!" Indagren said, and his voice rose above a whisper for the first time with obvious effort. His deep voice sounded rough and ill-used. "You are a driven man, Idis-my-child. Perhaps you have been called to something beyond the caretakership of our little world. Yet you came back." The dying man's accusation stung - it was not the first time it had been leveled. And it was not without truth, either. Dooku was honest enough to admit that to himself. He sighed, and touched the Force, felt it flowing out of Indagren and into oblivion even as they spoke. "Give me your hand." The Executor's voice fell back to a whisper. Dooku hesitated, then reached across the desk. The great man's hand was shaking, but managed to clasp his own. Something rounded and heavy passed from the Executor's palm to his, before the age-spotted hand drew back. "A gift, Jedi." "I am not permitted possessions." "It is not a possession." Indagren said, looking up at his eyes. His drawn and wrinkled face was smiling ever-so-slightly. "It is a responsibility. And it is yours whether you accept it or not." Dooku looked down at it. The object was a woman's signet ring, platinum, ancient and well-worn. It bore the seal of Serenno, and on the inside, the royal arms of Alderaan. He closed his eyes, and his fingers curled around the ring almost unthinkingly. "That's cheating." he said. * * * After he left Indagren and Indrea, he drifted through the hallways, finding Qui-Gon effortlessly. He frowned and picked up his pace as he felt the boy was in distress. When he came to the room they had been assigned, he found it occupied. He silently opened the door, seeing four young ladies in the process of harassing his apprentice. Said apprentice was now on the floor in a confused heap, his Padawan braid inexpertly rewoven with pink ribbons. Dooku blinked. Automatically he stepped in and took control of the situation. Three of the girls were easy to scare off, but the woman who had been in charge was less easily evicted. She was younger than he - he didn't know her name, but he would learn it before they met again, and she would regret this. Finally, the room was empty. Dooku walked back to the door, closing it. He turned back towards his apprentice. "Somebody's popular today." Qui-Gon picked himself off the floor and muttered. "Tell me about it." "Do you want to tell me what just happened?" Dooku did not allow himself to smile. Qui-Gon appeared to think about that. "Not really." His hand stole through his hair, and he made a face when he encountered the ribbons. "I look ridiculous, don't I." A nod. "Do you know who the cohort-leader there was?" Dooku asked. He thought about clarifying, as he was settling into Serenni patterns of thought that Qui-Gon might not be able to follow. But his apprentice caught his drift. "The girl in charge was called Astel. She ambushed me in the hallway. I think the one who met me at the landing pad set it up. Her name was...Arde? Started with an 'a', anyway. I don't see how anyone can tell these people apart." "...ah." Dooku said. That second cousin. Things became slightly clearer. "They all start with 'a', by the way. It's the local female name-marker. Like 'i' for the men. That was Indrea's daughter Arde, yes." "Do you know this Astel?" "The name. She is...not inconsequential, but not a significant player." Qui-Gon blinked. "A significant player in what? And how well do you know these people? This is your family, right?" Dooku suppressed a sigh. Of course Qui-Gon would pick that up. "I don't have a family. I am Jedi." "Well....everyone looks exactly the same and they sort of feel the same and they all do the thing you do and it's really...kind of...alarming. What am I supposed to think here?" "The thing?" Dooku raised an eyebrow, trying to deflect Qui-Gon's line of questioning. Qui-Gon waved his hands. "The thing. With the eyes and the face and the voice and....it's hard to explain." "I see." Dooku said blandly. Qui-Gon made a face, then looked at him with an I'm sort of obliged to say this expression. "You know, I have the feeling the Council wouldn't be happy if they knew what you were up to." Which was perfectly true, but irrelevant. "The Council should spend their time sorting out that trade dispute that's starving the rimward side of the Corellian Trade Spine and learn to trust my judgment. Given it's better than theirs." Qui-Gon teased a ribbon out of his hair. Dooku felt the outburst building a few seconds before Qui-Gon turned to him and said with frustration, "Master, for once could you tell me what is going on?" Dooku thought about how to answer that. He settled on honesty. "I'm not entirely certain." He turned the lights to their dimmest before settling on one bed. Drawing his knees to his chest, he sank into meditation, his hand still gripping the platinum ring. *** Qui-Gon had worked much of the night. One of his assignments was finished and had been placed on a side table for review when Dooku brought himself out of his meditative state. That was how they usually did it- Qui-Gon had the early evenings to himself, while Dooku was awake in the late night and early mornings. It was a rhythm of life shaped by their own preferences and the fact that they would otherwise drive each other crazy. It had also saved their lives at least twice. Normally Dooku allowed himself six hours of meditation, but six stretched to ten as his unconscious mind had started integrating the few shreds of information he had into some semblance of a plan. Qui-Gon must have been worried, but not obviously not worried enough to wake him up. He rarely ran over - it was a lapse in self-discipline. The short Serenni night was nearly over, and Dooku devoted the hour or two until the day began in earnest to research. The voter rolls were a treasure trove of information, but mostly about names and faces. More important data about power relationships and cohorts was harder to come by. Qui-Gon's snoring stopped. The boy rolled over. "I brought over our effects," he said, before disappearing into the refresher. "I noticed, thank you." Dooku had been too preoccupied to arrange for that vital piece of logistics, but, well, that was what apprentices were for. He stripped down out of his robes and started stretching, waiting for Qui-Gon to finish. Soon enough Qui-Gon reappeared, finishing up his braid. One of those girls yesterday had fiddled with it enough that it needed to be completely redone. Probably Arde, and she could almost certainly be blamed for the ribbons too. "What now?" Qui-Gon asked. "Get dressed." Dooku said. "Then breakfast." He must have let a shadow of his own apprehension escape, because Qui-Gon looked up sharply. "Breakfast with who?" "Everybody." Well, nearly everybody that mattered and then some. The population of the great house was about fifty, and they all came together for morning meal. They came early to the great hall. Dooku pointed Qui-Gon to the children's table where a place for him had been set, with the explanation that Astel probably wouldn't harass him there. Though really, that girl should be the least of his worries. The near-circular arc of the high table was only just starting to fill. Dooku stopped in front of it and looked around, noting the positions that were reflective of status in the family. As guest, his seat was set opposite the Executor's chair. Indrea would be on the Executor's right, Contessa Anare on his left. Dooku smiled slowly. Most of the table was still empty, and so he wandered around the table and took a seat two to Indagren's left. He had been attracting curious glances before - those looks were becoming a lot more calculating as people assessed the implications. He saw Astel come in with her parents - her seat was further up the arc than expected, but on Indrea's side. No chance of conversation there. The staff came out to set the serving dishes before taking their seats at the bases of the arc. The hour chimed, and the Contessa came in. She was not somebody whose face Dooku had needed to look up. By art or craft, she looked much the same as she had when they had last seen each other. Harsher, perhaps, as the years had worn on her. And cold-eyed. She stopped in the doorway, and looked at him. He met her gaze. "I see we have a guest," she said as she walked up, surrounded by her party. Her low alto carried across the room. "A stranger to this house and our customs." She knew perfectly well who he was, and must have some idea of what he was up to. He said nothing, and finally the Contessa murmured, "We will forgive your ignorance, then," and motioned for the arc to fill in around him, though Dooku had displaced Anare's daughter Amlur. The room was nearly full now, but Dooku's mental count of people who should have been here was still short ten. However, only eight more places had been set. As Indrea finally made his appearance with his family, it clicked. Ah. Indagren must have declared the Run yesterday, that peculiar rite of passage for Serenni youth. The minutes passed. Dooku ignored the Contessa, and she ignored him back. Indrea, his wife, and three of their five children took their places to fill out the arc. His youngest girl, Arde, ran over to the children's table, much to Qui-Gon's dismay. The fifth was almost certainly out in the deep lands. Indrea cleared his throat. "Executor Indagren went into a coma late last evening. His physician is with him, but he is not expected to recover." There was a soft murmur, and most of the table bowed their heads. Dooku did immediately, and after a moment he saw Qui-Gon copy him. Even the Contessa gave the dying man this respect. But politics waited for no man. She looked up, speared Indrea with her gaze and asked, "Why was I not told immediately?" Her voice was not gentle, and Dooku tasted her anger in the air. Indrea frowned. "The Executor asked that it be announced at breakfast." There were murmurs at that. "How terribly convenient of him to inform you beforehand." "This day has been coming. He has made all his wishes clear, Anare." "He tells you. He writes nothing down. Perhaps his mind succumbed to his illness before his body ever did." The tension at the table rose. Indrea was almost speechless. "You dare?" "You cannot hide behind words forever, cousin Indrea." the Contessa said. "The will of the people will be done." She looked up and raised her voice. "The day is broken." Point to Anare. She'd seized the Executor's role in the meal-ritual, and from the look on Indrea's face he knew he'd lost ground. Her insult to the Executor and Indrea would not convert any to her cause, but she had enough support already that the planet would follow her. Dooku frowned thoughtfully. The meal began. General courtesy in passing plates around broke down in the area between Dooku and Indrea, but the food available was enough that it wasn't an issue. Conversations slowly sprang up again as people began to finish, though the real political maneuvering wouldn't start until the 'other side' was not there to eavesdrop. Though perhaps I am wrong about that, Dooku thought as the Contessa glanced over the Executor's empty place setting to Indrea. "You were the last person the Executor spoke to, then." "No." Indrea said. "I was not. He spoke last to Idis." "There is none by that name." Anare said. "Nevertheless, he was there." Indrea said, sounding amused. "You must admit the circumstances and timing are at the least...suspicious." Anare turned to her left. "Did you kill him, then, guest?" That was it. Dooku's resolve not to be drawn into a pointless argument withered right there in deep insult. Looking up, he smiled thinly, "I can't imagine he'd import an assassin, if he was so inclined. You're perfectly qualified." "It speaks!" Anare said, pointing a fork at him. "But it is already being tiresome." "Perfectly qualified." Dooku repeated. He wasn't four anymore, and his anger was under control. He raised an eyebrow and glanced across to the man he'd pegged as her latest...consort. "After all, an assassin is just another kind of whore." Indrea raised both his eyebrows - other conversations were dying down as the confrontation that had been inevitable since the moment she walked in the room swirled into full battle. "You were such a horrible little boy," the Contessa said, unphased and sipping at her tea. "I see the Jedi haven't beaten that out of you either." She has no power over you. Dooku told himself, but felt remembered anger and ancient humiliations rise. He had control of his body language, mostly - but Qui-Gon had to have picked that up. The boy was very sharp when he applied himself. You are better than this. Be an example to your apprentice. That mantra had served him well elsewhere. But here he was not a Jedi, even if he was not that little boy either. "I saw through you when I was three, Anare." he said, instead of going for her throat. "We had such high expectations of you." the Contessa replied. "Such a pity." She stood, working her way around the table. Dooku frowned slightly, his intuition prickling - and tensed when she unexpectedly stopped at the children's table. "Qui-Gon Jinn." she said, intonation perfect. Qui-Gon had already been watching her surreptitiously. He twitched a little when she suddenly addressed him. "Yes, er....I'm afraid we haven't been introduced." Qui-Gon's Coruscant accent stood out just as badly as Dooku's did. "Contessa Anare di Serenn." "Pleased to meet you." Qui-Gon said carefully, sneaking a glance up at Dooku. Dooku did not let his face betray anything - he was close to furious, but damned if he'd show it. He concentrated on calming his emotions. Perhaps it was true that the easiest way to get to him was through his apprentice, but intelligent people usually realized it was not the wisest way. Dooku took his responsibility to defend Qui-Gon very seriously indeed. "Are you busy this morning?" Anare asked. "I...don't know yet." The Contessa put one hand on her hip and smiled brightly at him. "While your Master is being terribly rude, you are a guest in my house. I would be pleased to show you around." It sounded like more of an order than an offer. Qui-Gon looked at her, then glanced up at Dooku nervously for a second. Dooku was still. "Um....all right then. Qui-Gon said, seeming to feel the expectations of the room weighing on him. Though maybe it was just his talent for getting himself in trouble at work again. Dooku did not allow himself to scowl as he watched his apprentice follow her out of the room. *** Breakfast broke up in Contessa Anare's absence. Dooku debated tracking the pair of them down, but finally decided it wouldn't help. Instead he went to the library. There was something calming about the presence of so many actual books. He knew the local runes used for proper names, but he'd never had to learn how they were classified in a library setting. Unwilling to ask for help or resort to the catalog, it took him half an hour to find the sixty-volume first edition of Flora of Serenno in one of the ancient stacks. He took the one he thought was what he wanted, and then downloaded the electronic version of the latest revision onto datapad in case he was wrong. The librarian eyed him when he signed for the book. While it was nearly nine-hundred years old and not strictly speaking in general circulation, it was Serenni manufacture and practically indestructible. She didn't try to stop him from taking the book to his room, which pleased him. His senses were outstretched for any sign of distress from Qui-Gon, but he felt nothing particularly abnormal. Perhaps he was just being paranoid as the old memories of this place swarmed over him. He shouldn't hover over the boy, though indeed he rarely felt inclined to. Qui-Gon would be positively appalled at the thought of his Master mothering him, after all. Upon returning to his room, he flipped carefully through the book, memorizing the necessary entries with brief concentration. The feel of actual pages under his fingers was pleasant. Sometimes Dooku had thought he might want to start a book collection, but it was a useless and whimsical desire and he knew it. He was stronger than his desires, and the image of himself reduced to hovering protectively over a Hutt's collection of baubles was...repulsive. He reached out and ran a hand over the stone wall running beside the bed he had been given. Strange to think all this could be his. The book, the house, the world. He considered the possibility with dispassion. Just then, the echo of Qui-Gon he felt in the Force took on a sudden and wholly new character. Startled past outrage for a few seconds, Dooku's jaw worked and he dropped the book he was reading. It slid off the bed and onto the floor. He was halfway to the door and reaching for his lightsaber before he forcibly calmed himself. There was no mistaking the unconscious mental broadcast he was getting. And his control dropped into pure anger as he realized that Anare had spent the last few hours seducing his apprentice. Successfully. Not a betrayal. Dooku thought. Not. Not. You know what she does to people. You know what she does to you. He cursed all the tricks he'd picked up from her for making people do what he wanted. The boy honestly hadn't stood much of a chance. He ran himself through calming exercises he hadn't had to use since he was younger than Qui-Gon, wilfully ignoring what his apprentice was up to. He couldn't let himself get emotional about this. Emotion was her strength - it gave her power, while it just made him weak. Unfortunately, ignoring this wouldn't make it go away. Dooku cursed mentally, remembering a thousand opportunities to talk to Qui-Gon, to get him a little more ready for this sort of tactic. They both would have hated it, but this was a thousand times worse. He should have realized that she wanted to hurt him, was willing to use Qui-Gon to get at him and didn't care about any consequences he could deal out. He should have forbidden the boy to go off with her, taking the political hit. This was just...just... She was only doing it to smash his composure, and he knew it, but that certainly didn't make him feel any better. At least Qui-Gon was enjoying it. Sort of. He didn't -like- that particular feeling he was picking up from his apprentice. It seemed like forever before Qui-Gon walked in the door again. He looked perfectly ordered - a level of careful presentation he never actually achieved except when he was trying to hide something. Dooku gave him a look, but couldn't bring himself to be satisfied at Qui-Gon's flinch. "How was your talk with Anare?" he asked instead. "Oh, ah, she showed me her lab and we talked about plants. She's... really something." Qui-Gon said Amazingly enough he managed to meet Dooku's eyes. "And doesn't she know it. She is di Serenn." Dooku's voice became a little sharp. "She is also three times your age." Qui-Gon blinked. "No way. She doesn't look...er." Dooku saw the realization on Qui-Gon's face that his Master knew perfectly well exactly what had just gone on. " 'Er' indeed. We'll talk about it later." Qui-Gon dodged eye-contact. Only then did Dooku notice the book lying on the floor. He took the opportunity to pick it up and carefully put it away. "...Master?" Qui-Gon asked, after a few moments. "Yes, Qui-Gon?" "What's a di Serenn?" Dooku frowned. "The di Serenn are the descendants of Vicereine Serenn, who led the first Alderaani colonial government, and Maret, a chieftain of the Hydian people, in the male line. They comprise between a third to a half of this planet's population and a small percentage of the population on Tetarchus, the other inhabited planet in the system. They are traditionally leaders of the eight sectors of the ancient Hydian, and have a larger sphere of influence." "Are you one?" the boy asked. Dooku sighed. "No. I am a Jedi." "But almost everyone here calls you Idis. I didn't know you had another name." "I do not. It's- Indrea should not have said that." Dooku looked down. "Are you related to him?" Dooku gave him another look. "There's ten thousand people in the colony, and there's been negligable immigration for over a thousand years. I'm related to everyone, child. Can't you tell? But enough talk. Do you want to see more of Serenno? An interesting opportunity has come up, and I'd like to take a short trip." "Oh? Where are we going?" Dooku smiled faintly. "Down below."
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Kynstar Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 1/6/06 5:50am Subject: RE: Deep Sky 2/4 (Dooku, Qui-Gon, others -1/5/06)
	Oh well done once more!! One of my fave parts was this: Dooku's hand slammed down on Indagren's desk without warning, with a sharp retort that both of the other men flinched at. "The Force is not a gift. Not for one such as I. It is a responsibility, and one so enormous that I sometimes think I am not equal to it. I have to live up to that. I have to find what purpose I am meant for. The greatest Jedi, Executor, understand they are only instruments. I could arrange to be the appointed Guardian of this system, yes. It would be well within my powers - but it would not challenge me. I am called to more. The Force gave of itself to me, and I have to prove myself worthy of that. I am the most powerful Jedi that has been born to the Republic in twenty generations. To waste my talents here would be to condemn everyone my talents could have saved in the greater galaxy to death, every injustice I could have righted to cruelty. I do not allow avoidance of a Jedi's responsibilities in my apprentice, and I will never, never allow it in myself." And this one brought a chuckle to me! I can so see the image of this!! The feel of actual pages under his fingers was pleasant. Sometimes Dooku had thought he might want to start a book collection, but it was a useless and whimsical desire and he knew it. He was stronger than his desires, and the image of himself reduced to hovering protectively over a Hutt's collection of baubles was...repulsive. Poor Dooku having the 'one' person in your life that can get to you still can get to you after sooooo many years... it has to suck. I've got an inlaw (well ex-inlaw now) that could do that and still does... I feel for the guy. And Qui finding out that the woman is 3 times his age! That had to be one heckuva an awkward moment! Excellent job once again! -----signature----- Paddy sis to t_s & SarkaVrae/Master to hyperspace_police Member of Rebel Legion and Jedi Assembly (Kynstar Lans) Long live fanfiction...for in these tales do our heroes still exist. See stories/viggies in bio
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emporergerner Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 1/6/06 1:09pm Subject: RE: Deep Sky 2/4 (Dooku, Qui-Gon, others -1/5/06)
	Very Nice, I think it really portrays Dooku's Character. Well can't wait for more. Emporer Gerner Dark Lord of the Sith -----signature----- Student of Vancouver film school "What fuels your power with the Force but your passion? The stronger, darker emotions. Anger, hatred, fear… these passions empower us." " I believe whatever doesn't kill you simply makes you... stranger. "
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