Dooku shrugs languidly. He hadn’t expected it to be that easy. If anything, Tyl perceiving what he wants makes things a little simpler.
“You assume correctly,” he says with a portentous air. “Or did you imagine that everyone among the rebel imPorts approved of your activities? Some of them have terribly judgemental perspectives when it comes to morality.”
He spreads his hands on the shiny surface of the table in front of him, palms up.
“I am sure I could provide you with something to motivate you towards refocusing your attacks.”
Redirecting Tyl’s cloned (and exquisite, in Dooku’s eyes) troops away from the government and toward the rebellion would be an elegant stroke for the Count, and a fine means by which to advance his career.
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“You assume correctly,” he says with a portentous air. “Or did you imagine that everyone among the rebel imPorts approved of your activities? Some of them have terribly judgemental perspectives when it comes to morality.”
He spreads his hands on the shiny surface of the table in front of him, palms up.
“I am sure I could provide you with something to motivate you towards refocusing your attacks.”
Redirecting Tyl’s cloned (and exquisite, in Dooku’s eyes) troops away from the government and toward the rebellion would be an elegant stroke for the Count, and a fine means by which to advance his career.