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Introduction
DANGEROUSLY SANE
From THE PRIVATE JOURNALS of Mace Windu
In my dreams, I always do it right.
In my dreams, I ’m on the arena balcony. Geonosis. Orange glare slices shadow from my eyes. Below on the sand: Obi Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Senator Padmé Amidala. On the rough shaped stone within reach of my arm: Nute Gunray.Within reach of my blade:Jango Fett.
And Master Dooku.
No. Master no more.
CountDooku.
I may never get used to calling him that. Even in dreams.
Jango Fett bristles with weapons.An instinctive killer: the deadliest man in the galaxy. Jango can kill me in less than a second. I know it. Even if I had never seen Kenobi ’s report from Kamino, I can feel the violence Jango radiates: in the Force, a pulsar of death.
But I do it
right.
My blade doesn’t light the underside of Fett R ...
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