Frustrated Dooku
Count Dooku lowered his head and said, "The Plague is on its way to Port Pament. Next, the warship will undergo major repairs there, and I will also cross-reference the Plague's structure with its data. That way, we can also..."
"Idiot!!" Darth Sidious suddenly roared. "Don't explain any of this to me! I told you to destroy the Plague! This is already the third time! Why are you still dragging your feet?! Do you think you can contend with me just because you have that trash from the Separatists?!"
Count Dooku hurriedly said, "I would not dare... My master, I merely believed that the Plague could be useful in fighting the Galactic Republic..."
"I told you to destroy it!!" This time, Darth Sidious used the Force!
Count Dooku felt as though he had been struck by a truck. An invisible force sent him flying, and he rolled several times across the floor before coming to a stop.
Darth Sidious said in an incomparably sinister voice, "The Plague's technology is irrelevant! If I wished, I could build warships countless times more powerful than it at any moment! Kuat Drive Yards placed the design for the Super Star Destroyer on my desk long ago, but I have kept that design suppressed for now, all so those fools in the Galactic Republic and the Jedi Order could bleed a little more! Yet you are wasting your time on a crudely made ship like the Plague..."
He leaned closer to the hologram, his presence terrifyingly oppressive. "Now tell me... is it that your senile brain cannot grasp this fact, or do you intend to defy my will?"
Count Dooku quickly scrambled to his feet and dropped to his knees. "I would never dare defy your will. The Plague's record blinded my judgment