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Kenobi and Skywalker would be here in ten minutes.
At least, to Dooku’s droid’s calculations.
Grievous was brooding noisily in the lower level of the Providence Class Dreadnought. Dooku had sent him away earlier, too annoyed by the cyborg’s distorted breathing and wheezing coughs. Couldn’t Windu have just finished the job on that being?
His Master sat in binds at the front of the ship, scowling even as the droids saw to his every whim. Sidious had done a wonderful job at deceiving the public of his true nature and it certainly wouldn’t be long before he had control of the entire galaxy.
Dooku wasn’t an idiot. He knew of his Master’s plan to replace him with the bumbling Skywalker. And how he was just a waste of time and energy to the Sith.
He moved closer to the controls of the ship.
All the core players of the Separatists on one ship. It was a fool-hardy plan even for his Master. The ship was full of coaxium that Grievous had traveled to Kessel for. One wrong move and the entire ship would be blown to Force knows where.
6 minutes.
Kenobi was a blessing to his lineage, a true gentleman who fought with words as deadly as any blade. He didn’t deserve to be saddled with the menace that was Skywalker, the reckless, careless mess of a Knight. But neither deserved the fate that Sidious would enact on them.
His hand was poised above the control panel when Palpatine spoke out.
“How soon until the Jedi arrive, my apprentice?”
He didn't answer, preferring to stare out the window of the ship. It was beautiful, as it always was. He hadn’t appreciated beauty like this in several years. The stars illuminated his eyes, sending a single tear down a dark brown eye.
Forgive me, Qui-Gon.
The ship exploded in a magnificent blue as Dooku gazed at the stars.