Didn’t think I’d find myself agreeing with Count Dooku but here I am.
Okay but he’s honestly 100% right.
Well damn. As much as it pains me to agree with Dooku about anything…. Even fools are right sometimes, I guess.
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Fire Soul
@poplitealqueen I saw your post grumbling about the lack of
Sith!Qui-Gon, and I didn’t have anything planned for the evening, so…Sith!Qui-Gon it
is.~~~~~~~~~~~
Really, he might
have trained that boy too well. Darth
Aedus contemplated the shuttle escaping his base. The shuttle dipped to avoid the Vulture droid
ships coming to meet it, waggling it’s wings as it escaped. Scratch that.
He’d trained the Obi-Wan too well, and then Obi-Wan had trained Anakin
too well.Qui-Gon Jinn
turned and headed back into the base proper.
He was met by the man who was both his Jedi and Sith Master. “They escaped again,” he said.Dooku, now Darth
Tyranus sighed. “They’re too well
trained, Qui-Gon,” he said.“Yes master, I was
just thinking exactly that. At least
it’s kept them alive this long.”“Very true,” Dooku
said. “Are you sure they’re worth it,
though, Qui-Gon? I know Kenobi was your
Padawan, and you were the one to find Skywalker, but they’ve been a thorn in our
sides for far too long.”“They are, my
Master,” Qui-Gon said firmly. “We just
have to show them the power of the Dark Side, the way you showed me. They’re too dangerous to have out in the
galaxy, as Jedi, and I will not kill them.”Dooku sighed. “I know,” he said. “I just wish they were a little easier to
capture.”“We’ve captured
them a dozen times in the last two years.”“Very well. I wish they would stay captured for long
enough for us to Turn them.”Qui-Gon couldn’t
do anything but agree with that.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Darth Aedus smiled
as he entered the med bay. Normally,
he’d be raging at seeing Anakin and Obi-Wan floating in bacta tanks, but right
now, it meant that they were here with him.Both of them were
sedated, and Aedus took a moment to study his former Padawan and Grand-Padawan.They’d nearly
fought to the death to avoid capture this time, but in the end, Rex had managed
a pair of incredible stun shots. (If
Aedus hadn’t already checked, he would have run the clone’s midichlorian count
again.)Anakin was the
worse injured, but he would heal. His
artifical arm would be repaired, and he would be fine. He was thin, though, almost painfully so, and
even through the tank and despite the sedation, Aedus could see dark circles
under his eyes.Obi-Wan, too,
would heal. There was more gray in
Obi-Wan’s beard than there had been the last time Aedus had seen him, and he
too was far too thin. Aedus sighed. Clearly, these two had been running far too
close to the edge for far too long.On the run from
anyone and everyone, with no one they felt they could trust but each other,
meeting enemies on all sides…Aedus sighed. They should have given up months ago. He stepped up between the tanks and closed
his eyes. He reached out to the bonds he
still had with both of them and carefully opened his ends. Neither of them reacted, until he started
leaking Darkness into the bonds. Then
Anakin started to thrash a bit in the tank.
Obi-Wan, too, moved, shaking his head as if he were trying to wake up.Aedus pulled
back. No, it seemed this wasn’t the time
for that. On the other hand, he’d gotten
a good look at both their mental states, and it was encouraging. They were exhausted, and he could feel how
their emotions were leaking into their Force use. There were hints of Darkness in them both
already.Slowly, they both
settled back down. He reached out again,
this time shielding the Darkness, to just feel their presences. He’d missed them, the boys he thought of as
his own sons.And he was so
proud of them too. Three years, they’d
been the most wanted men in the galaxy, with absolutely no one to turn to, and
yet it was only now that they’d been captured.
Truly, they were worthy to become Sith Lords. He just had to convince them that.~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Qui-Gon scowled
down Obi-Wan and Anakin. He truly didn’t
want to do this, but perhaps it was the only way. It had worked for him. Neither of his boys was Turning. They’d latched on to each other, and somehow
kept each other balanced on the edge of Darkness, even here, in the old Sith
shrine on Ziost. “Come with me,” he
ordered them. They exchanged glances,
but they’d learned to obey him when he used that tone.“Where are we
going?” Anakin asked as he fell in behind Qui-Gon.Qui-Gon
sighed. “I did not want to do this, but you’ve
left me with no choice,” he said.“That wasn’t an
answer,” Obi-Wan observed. “You’re
falling back on old habits, of answering a question without giving any
information away, Qui-Gon.”The Sith smiled
briefly before he glanced back at his (soon, soon) apprentices. He didn’t answer until they were standing
before the last door. “I am taking you
to the center of the shrine,” he said. “I
didn’t want to do this, but this is how my Master Turned me, and it seems to be
the only way.”Both of them
stopped dead in their tracks.
Thankfully, they were close enough that it didn’t matter. They’d walk through that door on their own.He opened the door
to the heart of the shrine. The Darkness
rushed over them, alluring and strong.
He entered, allowing that allure to take him forward. Once in the room, he turned to his (almost)
apprentices. Anakin had both hands
clenched tight, fighting the call with all his being, while Obi-Wan’s eyes were
wide and he was vibrating in place.“Come, my
apprentices,” Darth Aedus said, holding out his hand to them. He felt his eyes burn, as the Darkness filled
him. “Come,” he repeated.Obi-Wan took a
halting step forward, stopped himself, braced against the door. “No…” he whispered. The Darkness flowed around him, and he shook
his head. “I… can’t…” he looked back at
Anakin, and then turned back to face Aedus.
The Sith could feel the Darkness, reaching into Obi-Wan, tempting and
calling him. Obi-Wan took another step,
then another.Aedus felt and saw
the moment when Obi-Wan stopped fighting the Darkness. Obi-Wan’s eyes turned yellow and he
relaxed. Aedus only saw the yellow eyes
for a moment as Obi-Wan closed them and his head fell back in apparent
bliss. Aedus knew the feeling well. The Darkness was wonderful when it claimed you.Anakin was still
(stubborn, stubborn boy) fighting the pull, even as he stared at Obi-Wan in
horror.And then Obi-Wan
turned to him. “Anakin,” he said, and
just like Aedus, held out his hand.Anakin broke and
stumbled into the Darkness.~~~~~~~~~~~~
I think the
hardest part of this was figuring out a good Sith name for Qui-Gon. I ended up with an Irish Gaelic name that
means “fire.” I thought that was
appropriate, considering Liam Neeson is from Northern Ireland.And yes, it’s also
a reference to Darth Pyros, which is my name for Sith!Obi-Wan in a different AU
of mine (which still hasn’t been finished). I
(obviously) didn’t use that name here, but I wanted to reference it.I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I better keep fucking doing it. *latches onto Sith Qui fic*
Whiplash, part 1
Commission-fic for @lovelycrookedobservation. There will be at least three parts, depending on how long the plot goes. Set at the beginning of RotS. Enjoy!
Pairings: Cody/Obi, Cody/Obi/Rex, Anakin/Padme
Wordcount: 2, 548
Coruscant
Sub-Orbital Space“No, Anakin! Let Oddball do his job so we can do ours!”
Obi-Wan called out over the com, pulling Anakin’s attention back where it
needed to be. The young Knight’s distraction, while understandable, was
becoming more pronounced. Obi-Wan felt a flash of worry, but pushed it aside.
He’d talk to Anakin about it later.
You said you wanted to continue the verse so- Prompt: Anakin and Obi-wan ageswap, how does the battle of Geonosis go down with a younger Obi-wan and his master? Or, if you see the battle almost exactly the same, where is Obi-wan when his master is getting married? (Basically, how loose with the jedi code is Master Skywalker?)
A/N: I PROMISED A PROMPT ANSWER AND I DELIVERED (so so late, for shame on me)
To answer the question: How loose is Anakin with the Jedi Code? Very, very loose. (Or very, very on target, depending on which version of the Code you use.)
lilyrose225writes
replied to your post “I’m sending another one. SifoDooku rain kisses”
Okay, yo what is the consensus on Dooku’s first name: Yan or Jard?
I don’t know that there is one, and I myself don’t use either of them because to me they feel jarring, and don’t fit my AUs. They work for other people, and that is awesome, and I’ll stick to the name I gave him when looking up names to use for his unnamed relatives. He’s Sannul in my stories.
I’m sending another one. SifoDooku rain kisses
I’m very frustrated with my own lack of writing lately, so I forced myself to sit down and do one of these. I’m actually really happy with the results. I hope you like it too, Lace!
Dooku woke to thundering rain and an empty space in the bed.
After a moment of sleepy confusion, he sat up, slipping out of the warmth of
the blankets, and padded across the room. As he went, he plucked a robe off the
chair where if must have landed the night before, shrugging it on without
checking whether it belonged to him or to Sifo.The
Temple was quiet at night, even with the Order’s nocturnal members, and Dooku
was not accosted as he moved, silent as a shadow, through the empty hallways.
He knew the path to the gardens well enough that he did not need to think about
it, and knew even without checking their bond that he would find Sifo there.He found
the other man a short ways into the tiny side garden, tucked away in the
semi-hidden corner he knew his lover favored. Sifo was seated on a stone bench
at the edge of a tiny meditation pond. His dark hair was plastered flat against
his head, and his sleep pants and robe were soaked through by the pouring rain.
Drops of water slid seemingly unheeded down his face, and he did not look up as
Dooku approached, just kept staring up into the grey skies above them. But, no,
as Dooku drew closer, he saw that Sifo had his eyes closed. Rain tracked over
his eyelids, down his cheeks, off his nose. The line of his mouth of stiff.Dooku
said nothing as he approached, and Sifo gave no sign that he noticed him until
Dooku settled himself back on his heels in front of Sifo’s knees, covering his
lover’s chilled hands with his own. Finally, Sifo stirred, opening his eyes and
looking down Dooku.“Jard?”
His voice
was horse, and his eyes, now that Dooku could see them, were red from crying.
Dooku frowned, twining his fingers with Sifo in a half-hearted attempt to warm
them.“Vision?”
he asked, voice quiet.Sifo
nodded.Stretching
up, Dooku freed his hands and moved to cup the other man’s face. Sifo leaned
down at the motion, and their lips met.They
stayed like that for time, silent and unmoving as the rain streamed down around
them, soaking them both further. When they finally broke for air, Sifo’s shoulders
were shaking, and he leaned heavily into the embrace Dooku offered him,
radiating an exhausted gratitude.Dooku ran
a hand gently through Sifo’s soaked hair. “Come back to bed, Love. Let me bring
you home.”Sifo said
nothing, but Dooku felt him nod against his shoulder, and pressed another kiss
to the top of his head.Somewhere
distant, the first faint threads of thunder broke through the constant sounds
of the rain.
Oooh 202 for Dooku if you’re still doing the pallets?
Doodle dump of sexy Sith grandpas. Aka Dooku and Serenus.
(I really enjoy Dooku’s design in Son of Dathomir. It’s just. Hnngh.)
(And if you’re ever wondering what Serenus’s main outfit looks like in Frisson, there you go. He ain’t as aesthetic fancy mcpantsy as Dooku, but he looks nice. He keeps the Jedi style mostly because of the whole very un-Sith like Sith thing going on. Etc. Etc. And to piss of Palpatine. It’s the little victories.)
(That sketch at the bottom may be my favorite Sith Qui-Gon that I’ve ever drawn. I especially like how the messiness juxtaposes Dooku doing a lil pampering at the top. It amuses me. Alot.)
(And in case you can’t see the words, pampered Dooku is saying,“It’s called exfoliating, you uncultured swine.”)
(Don’t trash talk his skincare routine.)
Toba for the Frission thing!!! And maybe Dooku?
TOBA
“Master Yon?”
The sour-faced Gungan nods as he steps out of the shadows with a medkit strapped firmly to his chest. The taps from bottom of his lightstaff echo loudly in the quiet night.
“Yes, Skywalker. Good to know your eyesight continues to work.”
Ahsoka notices the embarrassed flush creeping up her Master’s neck, but when he speaks his voice is angry.
“Are you here to stop us?” he demands.
“Hardly,” Master Yon scoffs. “I’m going with you.”
DOOKU
Obi-Wan glares at Dooku through pain-slitted eyes.
“Like you said… I don’t know a thing,” he repeats, slower, every word thick with sarcasm.
Dooku’s severe countenance quirks ever so slightly, enough to show just how frustrated he is before the look is replaced with a mask of indifference that could rival Master Yoda’s.
“It appears you really do enjoy playing the imbecile. What a waste of natural talent.” Dooku says, and spreads his fingers wide once more, sparks crackling in his palm.
Goddammit Dooku. Why are you so evil? I could have had you being an excellent grandmaster to your grandpadawan but nooooooooo it’s all murder all the time with you.
I had thoughts (a bit random, but whatever)
Isn’t this one of the few places in tcw that Dooku’s eyes did the Sith yellow flare? Possibly because Obi-Wan is being a cheeky puppy, or, if you like angst: because he’s feeling guilty that he’s made such bad life choices that his grandpadawan, his only link to his own padawan, is so unconnected with him that he’s taking verbal shots at him.
I mean, Obi-Wan pretty much communicates in varying degrees of banter with his close friends and bantered with Qui-Gon (before it went tits up in TPM), but that was likely something he’d have learned from Qui-Gon. Who would likely have learned it from bantering with Dooku. Can you imagine the quality snark and sass that pairing would have come up with? In addition: this is how this jedi family (badly) communicate how they feel about each other.
So, this sass is the closest he’ll get to one of his deceased family – and never any closer, and never again the soft fun banter of family.
And the easiest way to get rid of guilt is to get angry at the person you feel guilty over. So, that’s why Dooku is staying evil, when with some better communication, they could have been one sassy jedi family.
……. You are grounded forever. *curls up in a ball and cuddles Obi-Wan.*
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