Most Impressive Synopsis: On Geonosis, Mace Windu makes a decision that changes the fate of the Jedi Order. The Geonosian sun hung high in the sky, its unforgiving rays burning down on the petranaki arena and all its inhabitants. In the shade of the Archduke’s box, Count Dooku of Serenno stood tall and straight, the epitome of dignity and grace. His Separatist cohorts flanked him, proud Poggle, the Lord of all Geonosis, his black eyes watching the execution with glee. Nute Gunray leaned over the edge of the box; his greedy eyes alight with glee as the object of his hatred was savaged by the nexu. The Neimoidian’s glee turned to outrage as the Senator from Naboo swung around the execution pole in an admirable display of grace and struck the nexu in the belly. The vicious feline fell to the arena floor and began to circle the pole again, wounded and subdued. Gunray gave voice to his outrage in heavily accented Basic, “This isn’t how it’s supposed to be,” he shouted as Skywalker charged in on the reek, the proverbial white knight to the rescue. The Viceroy of the Trade Federation turned to Jango Fett in fury, “Jango,” he commanded, “Finish her off.” The scarred bounty hunter didn’t even acknowledge the Neimoidian’s bellows; only one being in the box could give him orders. Dooku simply smiled, “Patience, Viceroy, patience, she will die.” He had to admit, the three prisoners were resourceful, but Gunray’s fears were unfounded. He saw an echo of Qui-Gon Jinn in Obi-Wan and Anakin’s fighting styles. For a moment, Dooku allowed himself to recall the impetuous young man that had been like a son to Dooku. That son had become a man and had passed his teachings on to his own student, who had considered him family. In a way, the two men who fought on the sands below were grandson and great-grandsons to Dooku. Both could trace their training back to Qui-Gon Jinn. And Dooku had taught Qui-Gon everything he had known. But like Qui-Gon, the two Jedi did not know when the fight was lost. Bronze droidekas rolled out from the arena caverns and swiftly surrounded the two Jedi and their Senator companion. As Dooku prepared to give the command to fire, he felt a slight pang of regret at destroying the last remnants of Qui-Gon Jinn’s legacy. He opened his mouth to order the execution and a column of amethyst fire blossomed through his chest. Dooku gasped in agony and stared at the violet lightsaber protruding through his chest. Even with pain clouding his mind, Dooku knew who had, quite literally stabbed him in the back. Calling on his last reserves of strength, Dooku turned his head to face his old comrade in arms. “Master Windu,” he managed to gasp, “Most impressive.” The dark-skinned Jedi Master stared at Dooku with an expression of stone. The purple blade vanished from his chest and Dooku slumped forward against the balcony rail. The last thing he knew was the sound of Jango Fett’s blasters firing and the brilliant radiance of a hundred lightsabers igniting on the arena floor. Then there was only blackness.