Unyielding Will

Unyielding Will

Darth Sidious, building on the groundwork laid by the previous two generations of Sith Lords and through his own long-term schemes, had already risen to the position of Chancellor of the Galactic Republic. With a single command, countless Jedi Knights would lay down their lives for him.

Count Dooku, meanwhile, was highly respected. Within the Jedi Order, the number of disciples he had trained was second only to Master Yoda's, and his influence had spread even further than Master Windu's.

Take the Dark Follower who had only recently joined Count Dooku, Master Sola Balk. Darth Malthael had met him once a week ago while posing as Tang Xiao. This powerful Weequay Swordsmanship Grandmaster was arrogant and only acknowledged Count Dooku. Even when speaking of the Archangel of Death, he had been openly disdainful, believing him to be nothing more than a Joker putting on a mysterious act.

And yet, Tang Xiao had estimated at the time that if he did not use Kresh's Gauntlet, his chances against Sola Balk, this Swordsmanship Grandmaster, would only be around sixty-forty in his favor. He would only have a slight edge. So the man truly had the right to say such things. Damn, that was irritating.

So in the end, the Fourth Civilization was not only forced to huddle in the gap between the Galactic Republic and the Confederacy of Independent Systems while expanding its territory, but was also falling behind in the contest for talent.

The Jedi Order had been turned into a tool by Darth Sidious, while Dark Jedi Knights seeking to fall to darkness would naturally go to Count Dooku first. Who would come looking for the Archangel of Death?

Was he supposed to run around explaining to every Dark Jedi Knight that Count Dooku, whom they admired, had