The Force sustained him, even here. He had woken long before the others and had been given ample time to survey the land. To have arrived on a strange planet was not unusual, but it never ceased to be a problem when one found themselves on an undeveloped planet. From only this small secluded area in the wilderness, he could not yet determine if that was the case. But there was something very unusual about this planet. It did not feel the way it should.
When at last someone else began to stir and wake, he gave them his attention even though he offered no help. "Tell me your name," he commanded.
b. jiaport
They said that in Jiaport, you could buy anything. Whoever had claimed that had clearly not been in the market for an effective communicator. His technical knowledge of such devices were limited, but he had been hoping that with the guidance of the Force he might find the components necessary to construct such a device. It had always been a fool's errand, but he was beginning to exhaust his options for leaving this pitifully primitive planet.
After another disappointing conversation with a local merchant, he was traveling down an empty street until he was confronted by three men with knives. They believed themselves to have gotten the drop on him. He knew better. At first he reached by instinct for his weapon, but he had yet to replace his lightsaber with the local steel.
"You have made a grievous error," he informed them.
"Quiet old man," the leader of the men barked out. "And we'll be having your money."
c. the slave market
"You will find it a reasonable price, no?" asked the slaver as he grinned eagerly at the big muscled brute of a man who was under display.
Dooku had snubbed his nose at slavery early on, but it was becoming increasingly obvious that this was how the world operated. After having fought too many of his own battles, the prospect of conditioning one of the locals into an able bodyguard was an appealing notion. This particular slave looked promising as well given that he was taller than even the Sith himself.
"He is strong," Dooku commented mildly. "As laborers go. This is no warrior."
"He can learn," the slaver insisted. "Surely not hard for one this size, yes?"
"If he survives long enough. I've no interest in this one. Send him away."
"Pah!" the slaver hissed at the big man and thwacked him hard with his rod. "Useless! Useless! Away with you!"
The slave groaned and stared at both the slaver and Sith with hatred in his eyes and for a moment, seemed ready to strike. There was such intensity, that even Dooku could feel the bitterness and loathing play at the edges of his consciousness. He was not unfamiliar with such hatred, but it was the restraint that impressed him. This man hated as strong as the most vicious warriors, but he had learned to obey without yet becoming resigned to his fate.
"Hold," Dooku said. "I've changed my mind. I do believe this one will do nicely after all."
d. wildcard
Elderly Sith Lord tours a medieval world searching for any means of escaping this pitiful planet and return to his role as the leader of the Separatists. Where will he show up next?
Count Dooku | Star Wars
The Force sustained him, even here. He had woken long before the others and had been given ample time to survey the land. To have arrived on a strange planet was not unusual, but it never ceased to be a problem when one found themselves on an undeveloped planet. From only this small secluded area in the wilderness, he could not yet determine if that was the case. But there was something very unusual about this planet. It did not feel the way it should.
When at last someone else began to stir and wake, he gave them his attention even though he offered no help. "Tell me your name," he commanded.
b. jiaport
They said that in Jiaport, you could buy anything. Whoever had claimed that had clearly not been in the market for an effective communicator. His technical knowledge of such devices were limited, but he had been hoping that with the guidance of the Force he might find the components necessary to construct such a device. It had always been a fool's errand, but he was beginning to exhaust his options for leaving this pitifully primitive planet.
After another disappointing conversation with a local merchant, he was traveling down an empty street until he was confronted by three men with knives. They believed themselves to have gotten the drop on him. He knew better. At first he reached by instinct for his weapon, but he had yet to replace his lightsaber with the local steel.
"You have made a grievous error," he informed them.
"Quiet old man," the leader of the men barked out. "And we'll be having your money."
c. the slave market
"You will find it a reasonable price, no?" asked the slaver as he grinned eagerly at the big muscled brute of a man who was under display.
Dooku had snubbed his nose at slavery early on, but it was becoming increasingly obvious that this was how the world operated. After having fought too many of his own battles, the prospect of conditioning one of the locals into an able bodyguard was an appealing notion. This particular slave looked promising as well given that he was taller than even the Sith himself.
"He is strong," Dooku commented mildly. "As laborers go. This is no warrior."
"He can learn," the slaver insisted. "Surely not hard for one this size, yes?"
"If he survives long enough. I've no interest in this one. Send him away."
"Pah!" the slaver hissed at the big man and thwacked him hard with his rod. "Useless! Useless! Away with you!"
The slave groaned and stared at both the slaver and Sith with hatred in his eyes and for a moment, seemed ready to strike. There was such intensity, that even Dooku could feel the bitterness and loathing play at the edges of his consciousness. He was not unfamiliar with such hatred, but it was the restraint that impressed him. This man hated as strong as the most vicious warriors, but he had learned to obey without yet becoming resigned to his fate.
"Hold," Dooku said. "I've changed my mind. I do believe this one will do nicely after all."
d. wildcard
Elderly Sith Lord tours a medieval world searching for any means of escaping this pitiful planet and return to his role as the leader of the Separatists. Where will he show up next?