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@thedarthtyranus
As Anakin was brought out, he was half expecting to see Obi-Wan or some other Jedi. Maybe even a weak minded fool who’d try to buy him.
He froze in place as he did see who it was. He let out a hiss as one of the keepers shocked him to keep moving.
“Count, I’m surprised you came yourself.”
That turned his spark of anger into a flame. He growled and took a step towards him. “I am not a slave.” He hissed. Of course he was, he was always a slave. Chains or no chains.
“Right. You’re not a slave, but you sure do look like one right now.” A faint grin formed across his lips, “If not to me, to your little friend who handed you over, and well... I am sure the Jedi Order could be counted as a Master of sorts.”
Dooku then shrugged, “I’m going to give you a chance to break your chains, but I could also just end you here --- I don’t need you around.... you’re just a threat to the War as long as you stay alive.” There was then a pause, “No wonder what my Master says.”















