Count Dooku exhales, his nostrils flared. Square the shoulders, bend the knees, and…
He turned to face his fellow council members, with a knowing smirk he said one thing,
“Surely you can do better!”
Jango Fett fell to the back, twirling his puny Westars to cope with the overwhelming shot.
Grievous fingered his many golf clubs, shoving one or two of the more brilliant ones into his robes.
Darth Sidious just moped in the background.
But Nute Gunray marched ahead, ignoring the pleads of his good friend and confidant, Rune Haako.
“I WILL do better, Count Dooku. This is the LAST time, you defeat us all in the biweekly golf game, here on Serenno.”
The illustrious Count, managed a darkly chuckle before letting Nute step up to tee.
Nute squared his shoulders… Bent his knees… Prayed to the Banking Clan and swung!
The small gathering gasped, none louder than that of Dooku. The Viceroy’s hands pumped up in excitement, he was going to do it, he was going to beat par and beat Dooku!
There was only one ally left to the Sith Lord now, the Dark Side.
The Viceroy was slackjawed as his perfect hole in one was diverted through some, Force. He didn’t know what to do.
Dooku turned away from him, his merth returning to him. “Twice the Pride, Nute” He said, waving his hand, his own ball moving into the hole on its own, “Double the fall.”