Mustafar was not the ideal place for a lightsaber duel, but the three combatants still went at it tooth and nail. Two blue lightsabers and one red lightsaber were the only way anyone would have been able to spot them.

The owners of the blue lightsabers, Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi and Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker, leaped over their opponent and onto a nearby bank.

The weilder of the red blade, the elderly yet dangerous Count Dooku, turned.

"It's over, Count. We have high ground now," Obi-Wan said to his fallen grandmaster.

The former Jedi's once warm brown eyes were now a sickly yellow and red as he was now completely immersed in the Darkside and his Sith persona Darth Tyranus.

"You underestimate me!" he snarled in his powerful baritone.

Anakin shook his head.

"Don't try it, Dooku."

Too far lost to his anger and hatred to think rationally, Dooku leaped towards them, making to go over them. The Jedi swung at him, severing his legs and left arm.

Crying out in pain, he fell and rolled down the bank.

"You were one of the greatest Jedi, Dooku! Where did you go wrong?"

Those terrible eyes, now filled with pain, looked up at them.

"Master Yoda believed in you! He believed you could still be saved!" Anakin exclaimed.

"I hate you!" Dooku shouted.

He suddenly caught on fire. He screamed in pain as the flames consumed him. Knowing they could do nothing for him, the two Jedi left, haunted by his bloodcurdling screams.

Not long after Obi-Wan and Anakin left, Darth Sidious arrived and rescued his apprentice. His limps were replaced and a suit with a life-support system was constructed around him. The final touch of the suit was a helmet to help him breathe.

His first breath was cold and mechanical, as the respirator was created to make such an eerie noise as it breathed for him.

The tabled was set up, and he was released, now truly towering over his Master.

"Lord Tyranus, can you hear me?"

The terrible looking black mask turned to him.

"Yes, Master."

The voice modulator deepened his voice, making it even more intimidating.

"Good. We shall continue our plans."

Days later, with nearly the entire Jedi Council and other Jedi Generals scattered throughout the galaxy, the Temple was caught by surprise by an attack of clones, led by a tall man in black with a skull like mask and loud respirator.

Dooku, no Tyranus, cut down Jedi after Jedi, sparing no one, not even the Padawans and Younglings. He found the youngest of the Younglings in the Council Room and slaughtered them. He then made his way to the Creche. He quickly cut down the Masters, Knights, and Padawans that sought to the protect the babies and toddlers.

He finished his slaughter of the Jedi in the Temple and returned to find Mace Windu and Anakin Skywalker, the last of the Jedi on Coruscant that were still alive, cornering his unarmed Master.

At his steps, breathing, and presence, the two Jedi turned. Mace was knocked out the window by Sidious, but Anakin managed to escape the Chancellor's onslaught. He leaped away and was faced with Tyranus.

"Skywalker."

Despite being deepened, Anakin recognized his voice.

"Dooku?"

The Sith's presence and Force-signature was greater and far darker than Anakin had ever known it to be. The sheer volume of his anger, hatred, and lust for revenge made the Chosen One's head reel.

"Dooku is dead. I am Darth Tyranus."