Anakin Skywalker!
You are mine!
So he ignored Kirk's attempt to take control of the factory and let him head straight for the central control room. He needed to play the part of the kidnapped hostage in front of Anakin.
Count Dooku fought on stubbornly, but he continued to lose ground. Facing Anakin, who was growing stronger by the moment, had become increasingly difficult.
"This guy wasn't nearly this strong the last time I met him!" Count Dooku thought in shock.
But by his reckoning, since his master had lured those damned Jedi here using his identity as Chancellor Palpatine, he might as well join forces with him and kill them together!
Under Darth Sidious's formidable Dark Force, even a gifted Anakin was just a little kid who hadn't even grown all his hair yet!
But his master stood there playing the part of Chancellor Palpatine, not moving a muscle or showing any intention of helping him flank Anakin!
Cold sweat trickled down Count Dooku's face. He had never seen his master look so cold.
Could it be?
Was he planning to abandon him?
He was his master's strongest apprentice!
He was also well acquainted with the leaders of the Trade Federation and the Techno Union.
The more Count Dooku thought about it, the colder he felt. Suddenly, he feinted with two strikes, then turned to flee!
Suddenly, an irresistible force of darkness enveloped him!
His body grew weak!
"Mm... Master..." He turned around and begged his master to spare his life.
All he received in return was the sincere gaze of Darth Sidious—no, of Chancellor Palpatine. His eyes looked almost fatherly, as though he were watching his mischievous son.
Anakin rolled toward him, then swung his lightsaber down with a vicious slash!
"No!!!" Count Dooku's desperate cry rang throughout