{"product_id":"dooku-jedi-lost-star-wars-isbn-9780593357446","title":"Dooku: Jedi Lost (Star Wars)","description":"\u003cb\u003eDelve into the history of the sinister Count Dooku in the original script to the thrilling \u003ci\u003eStar Wars \u003c\/i\u003eaudio production!\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDarth Tyranus. Count of Serenno. Leader of the Separatists. A red saber, unsheathed in the dark. But who was he before he became the right hand of the Sith? As Dooku courts a new apprentice, the hidden truth of the Sith Lord's past begins to come to light. \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eDooku's life began as one of privilege—born within the stony walls of his family's estate, orbited by the Funeral Moon where the bones of his ancestors lie interred. But soon, his Jedi abilities are recognized, and he is taken from his home to be trained in the ways of the Force by the legendary Master Yoda.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eAs he hones his power, Dooku rises through the ranks, befriending fellow Jedi Sifo-Dyas and taking a Padawan of his own, the promising Qui-Gon Jinn—and tries to forget the life that he once led. But he finds himself drawn by a strange fascination with the Jedi Master Lene Kostana, and the mission she undertakes for the Order: finding and studying ancient relics of the Sith, in preparation for the eventual return of the deadliest enemies the Jedi have ever faced.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eCaught between the world of the Jedi, the ancient responsibilities of his lost home, and the alluring power of the relics, Dooku struggles to stay in the light—even as the darkness begins to fall.\u003cb\u003eCavan Scott\u003c\/b\u003e is the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eStar Wars: The High Republic: The Rising Storm, Star Wars: Dooku: Jedi Lost, The Patchwork Devil\u003c\/i\u003e and the hit supernatural comic book series Shadow Service. One of the five story architects for Lucasfilm’s bestselling multimedia initiative, Star Wars: The High Republic, Cavan has written comics for Marvel, DC Comics, Dark Horse, IDW, 2000AD and more. A former magazine editor, he lives in the United Kingdom with his wife and daughters. His lifelong passions include folklore, audio drama, the music of David Bowie and scary movies. He owns far too much LEGO.PART ONE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNARRATOR:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away. . . . ​\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCUE THEME\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSCENE 1. INT. CASTLE SERENNO. KEEP. NIGHT.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAtmosphere: Wind whistles past a balcony, high in Dooku’s castle.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVENTRESS: (NARRATION)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI hate it here.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI hate the castle. I hate the cliff. I hate the spikebats whirling above the forest far below. I hate the moons grinning down at me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI hate the fact that night after night I stand on this ledge, feeling the breeze against my skin, wondering what it would be like to jump, to drop down into the trees.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWould the Force guide me?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWould it help me find that perfect branch that would take my weight so I could spring to safety, leaves crunching beneath my feet as I ran, rodents scurrying for their nests.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKY NAREC: (GHOST)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHow did you get here, little one?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVENTRESS: (NARRATION)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMost of all, I hate that voice. The stupid, impossible voice. A voice of the past. A voice that doesn’t belong.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKY NAREC: (GHOST)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI said . . . ​\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVENTRESS:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI know what you said, Ky.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKY NAREC: (GHOST)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd yet you choose to ignore me, my Padawan.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVENTRESS:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI’m not your anything!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVENTRESS: (NARRATION)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI whirl around, expecting to see his face. Those crinkled eyes. That crooked smile.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut the room is empty, dust motes whirling in the moonlight.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe’s not here. And yet . . . ​\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKY NAREC: (GHOST)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHow did you become this?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVENTRESS:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA monster?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKY NAREC: \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e(DISTORTED) Do not twist my words, little one.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVENTRESS:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDon’t call me that.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKY NAREC: \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e(DISTORTED) What do you want me to call you?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVENTRESS:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYou could try my name.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKY NAREC: (GHOST)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHow did you become this, Asajj?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVENTRESS:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eActually, that’s worse.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVENTRESS: (NARRATION)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI know I’m being contrary, but what does he expect? How did I come here? How did I become this woman? This creature?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe did this. He led me here.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe left me behind.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKY NAREC: (GHOST)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI never left you, Ventress. I never would.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVENTRESS:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShut up! Get out of my head!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLEP-10019:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMistress?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVENTRESS: (NARRATION)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe damn droid makes me jump. The castle is full of them, with their whirring servos and lifeless eyes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVENTRESS:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI wasn’t talking to you.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe droid looks around, its neck servos whirring.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLEP-10019:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere is no one else here.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVENTRESS:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNo. No, there’s not. (SIGHS) What do you want, droid?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLEP-10019:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy designation is LEP-10019.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVENTRESS:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI don’t care.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLEP-10019:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOh. Um. He needs you.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKY NAREC: (GHOST)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVentress . . . ​please . . . ​\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVENTRESS:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLead the way.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSCENE 2. INT. CASTLE CORRIDOR.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe LEP-100197 droid clanks as it leads Ventress through the castle.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVENTRESS: (NARRATION)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI think of the ways I could destroy the waddling robot as it leads me through the castle. The corridors are long and as sterile as its workforce. As a building it’s impressive, with its high vaulted ceilings and arched doors. We had nothing like it on Rattatak, nothing that wasn’t pockmarked by laser burns anyway. But where are the portraits of long-dead ancestors? Where are the statues? Where is the stuffed rancor head mounted over a roaring hearth?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe castle is pristine but empty, devoid of warmth.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLike its master.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLEP-10019:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis way please.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVENTRESS: (NARRATION)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDooku is in the great hall, standing on a raised dais. He stares through the circular window that dominates the far wall, his family’s sigil etched into the stained glass.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLEP-10019:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWait here.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVENTRESS: (NARRATION)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI fight the urge to separate the El-ee-pee’s stupid rabbit-eared head from its narrow shoulders. It totters off, leaving me in Dooku’s presence. The imposing man doesn’t turn. He doesn’t even acknowledge that I am here.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI wait, every muscle aching with the effort of appearing nonchalant.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs if I can fool him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDOOKU:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYour feelings betray you.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVENTRESS:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI’m sorry. I—\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDOOKU:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e(STERN) Did I grant you permission to speak?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVENTRESS: (NARRATION)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI grit my teeth, trying to calm the fury that twists in my belly like a nest of bloodvipers.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDOOKU:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNo. Let your anger grow. Let it seethe.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVENTRESS: (NARRATION)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFinally he turns, regarding me not with interest but with idle curiosity, the way a scientist examines a rodent to see if it has mastered a new trick, to see if it deserves a reward.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut there are no rewards here.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDOOKU:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYour burns are healing. Do they hurt?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVENTRESS:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNo, Master.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDOOKU:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLiar. Try again.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVENTRESS:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYes. They hurt very much.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDOOKU:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGood. Focus on the pain. Use it. It is the source of your power.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVENTRESS:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYes, Master.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVENTRESS: (NARRATION)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMaster. The word sticks in my throat. I vowed I would never call anyone Master again. Not after Hal’Sted. And especially not after Narec.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd yet, here I am.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKY NAREC: (GHOST)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHere you are.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVENTRESS: (NARRATION)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI clench my fists, nails biting into my palms. The voice has plagued me ever since I was brought here. A voice only I can hear. Unless this is another test? Has Dooku summoned a phantom to torment me?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI square my shoulders, raising my chin. I must appear strong.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDooku’s dark eyes narrow.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDOOKU:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYou are troubled.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVENTRESS:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNo, Master. It . . . ​It is nothing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDOOKU:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI told you. Do not lie to me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVENTRESS:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI wouldn’t. I . . . ​I couldn’t.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVENTRESS: (NARRATION)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. The rat has performed well. Squeak, squeak, squeak.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDOOKU:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYou wish to kill me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVENTRESS:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNo. I—\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eForce lightning crackles out from Dooku’s fingers, striking Ventress.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVENTRESS:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e(CRIES OUT)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVENTRESS: (NARRATION)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDark lightning bursts from Dooku’s fingers, coursing over me. In one agonizing, mind-shredding moment, he proves to me that nothing else matters. Not the droids. Not the castle. Not even Ky.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere is only his authority and his voice.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe lightning continues to flow throughout the scene as Dooku taunts her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDOOKU:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOf course you want to kill me. You are a killer. That is what you do. That is why I chose you. Do you think I came to Rattatak by chance? That I somehow stumbled upon your pit?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVENTRESS:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e(PAINED) No . . . ​\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDOOKU:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Force showed me. It showed me a Dathomiri sold to save her coven. A slave liberated from captivity. 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