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The Jedi Order's problem is Yoda. No being can wield that kind of power for centuries without becoming complacent at best or corrupt at worst. He has no idea that it's overtaken him; he no longer sees all the



little cumulative evils that the Republic tolerates and fosters, from slavery to endless wars, and he never asks, "Why are we not acting to stop this?" Live alongside corruption for too long, and you no longer notice the stench. The Jedi cannot help the slaves of Tatooine, but they can help the slavemasters.



Dooku, Yoda's former Padawan, to Darth Sidious


Labrynth of evil

Attack of the clones


"And when he finds out Luke is his son, his first impulse is to figure out a way of getting him to join him to kill the Emperor. That's what Siths do! He tries it with anybody he thinks might be more powerful, which is what the Emperor was looking for in the first place: somebody who would be more powerful than he was and could help him rule the universe. But Obi-Wan screwed that up by cutting off his arms and legs and burning him up. From then on, he wasn't as strong as the Emperor -- he was like Darth Maul or Count Dooku. He wasn't what he was supposed to become. But the son could become that."

--George Lucas, Rolling Stones Interview, 2005.

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Dooku's eyes flared. Lorian brought out the blaster and put the barrel against the panel.

The dark side surged in a shocking display of power, and Lorian found himself flung like a child's doll in the air. He slammed against the wall and then hit the floor, dazed. Somehow, he held on to his blaster.

Sean Stewart. “Star Wars 114 - Yoda - Dark Rendezvous.” Pg 22 – 23
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Sean Stewart. “Star Wars 114 - Yoda - Dark Rendezvous.” Pg 36



[Casually disables Asajj Ventress]()https://pastebin.com/HQM58yhs  pg 50-51

Ventress has killed 16 jedi https://pastebin.com/2v7gszkc

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“She closed her eyes, feeling for him in the wide darkness of space. It was harder than she had anticipated. Dooku was a presence she could find half a planet away—a burning shadow, darkness made visible. From the Grand Master of the Jedi Order she expected no less”

Excerpt From: Sean Stewart. “Star Wars 114 - Yoda - Dark Rendezvous.” iBooks. P 252

“Ventress turned from Maruk’s body and walked over to where Maks Leem lay. “That was noble, but someone appears to have patched the hull breach.” She drove her lightsaber through Master Leem’s chest. “Eighteen,” she added.”

Excerpt From: Sean Stewart. “Star Wars 114 - Yoda - Dark Rendezvous.” iBooks. P 399

“The truth is, there is no good, and no evil, either,” she said with a wan smile. “There is only life…or not.”

Excerpt From: Sean Stewart. “Star Wars 114 - Yoda - Dark Rendezvous.” iBooks.

“he first touch of genuine combat Dooku could remember was playing a game called push-feather with the Master. The point of the game was to become aware of even the faintest, tiniest changes in pressure and balance, and to learn to counter one’s opponent’s force not by blocking with greater force of one’s own, but by turning the opponent’s energy back on him or her.

As one got better at the game—and Dooku was much the quickest learner in his year—it became more and more like sparring, with victory going to whichever fighter could make his or her foe lose balance first. As they got older, they more often started in a fighting stance, fingers lightly on one another’s forearms. Dooku’s first push would come light and fast, or slow and heavy; the energy would come up from below or drop from above, or come in a sudden thrust right to the chest. He won the Twelve-and-Under Tournament when he was nine, using the trick of starting with very gentle probes, as if feeling his enemy out in the kid’s version of the game, and then suddenly popping the pressure point inside his enemy’s elbow and attacking in the instant of shock and pain.”

512 - 513
Excerpt From: Sean Stewart. “Star Wars 114 - Yoda - Dark Rendezvous.” iBooks.

“But as good as he got, he never beat Master Yoda. No matter what trick he tried—a Force push from behind, a slap to the eyes—the Master always felt the blow coming before it landed and twitched aside, like a stingfly dodging angry hands. Every time Dooku thought he had the old Jedi set up and made his final push, Yoda would melt away from the blow, and like someone walking down a staircase with two steps inexplicably missing, Dooku would find himself flailing, the old familiar lurch and loss of balance. The drop.

What made it more frustrating was that Yoda frequently lost these games of push-feather. He would shove out at some little boy or girl with half Dooku’s talent, who would twist clumsily to the side, and the Master would pitch comically to their feet, making woeful faces while the kid giggled and shrieked with jubilation. He let them win on purpose, Dooku could tell. He was building confidence in them. But he never lost to Dooku, never once. It was unfair; blatantly unfair, and for six months Dooku attacked with greater and greater fury, trying anything to win, but at the same time making his own balance ever more vulnerable, so when he lost—and he always lost, always, always, always—he did it in progressively more spectacular fashion. He made a point of losing badly, painfully. Daring everyone else to notice how unfairly Yoda was treating him.”

513 – 514

“Don’t pretend you love him,” the Count said. “If you loved him, you would have kept him.”

Whirry looked at him, shocked. “Love the Baby? Of course I always loved—”

“You had a fine house, wealth, everything a person could desire, and you gave him up,” Dooku said. “The Jedi arrived like beggars on your doorstep and asked for your firstborn, your heir, your precious Baby…and you gave him up.” The Count’s face was white. His traitorous hand was shaking and shaking. “You sent him away to a distant planet, never a letter or a message, sent him from the only home he had ever known and let them lock him up in the Temple and steal everything that should rightfully have been his, and now you have the impudence to come here and say you loved him? Loved him?” the Count shouted.

Whirry and her fox were backing from the room, frightened. Dooku mastered his voice. “Mother? Son? Love?” he said wearily. “You don’t know the meaning of the words.” He waved at her with his hand. “Leave us.”

Excerpt From: Sean Stewart. “Star Wars 114 - Yoda - Dark Rendezvous.” iBooks. 523- 524

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