padawanlost:

Dooku would
definitely look down on Ahsoka and never accept her as one of his own. Not only
she was the apprentice of Anakin Skywalker, the unworthy, she was not human. Two
things Dooku could not stand.

A government clean,
pure, direct: none of the messy scramble for the favor of ignorant
rabble and subhuman creatures that made up the Republic he so despised. The
government he would serve would be Authority personified. Human
authority. It was no accident that the primary powers of the Confederacy of
Independent Systems were Neimoidian, Skakoan, Quarren and Aqualish, Muun and
Gossam, Sy Myrthian and Koorivar and Geonosian. At war’s end the aliens would be crushed, stripped of all they
possessed, and their systems and their wealth would be given into the hands of
the only beings who could be trusted with them. Human beings. Dooku would serve
an Empire of Man. [Matthew Stover’s Revenge of the Sith]

“But I
must ask, my Master: is Skywalker truly the man we want?” “He is
powerful. Potentially more powerful than even myself.” “Which is precisely,”
Dooku said meditatively, “why it might be best if I were to kill him, instead.”
“Are you so certain that you can?” “Please. Of what use is power unstructured
by discipline? The boy is as much a danger to himself as he is to his enemies. And
that mechanical arm—”Dooku’s lip curled with cultivated distaste. “Revolting.”
“Then perhaps you should have spared his real arm.” “Hmp. A gentleman would
have learned to fight one-handed.” Dooku flicked a dismissive wave. “He’s no
longer even entirely human. With
Grievous, the use of these bio-droid devices is almost forgivable; he was such
a disgusting creature already that his mechanical parts are clearly an
improvement. But a blend of droid and
human? Appalling. The depths of bad taste. How are we to justify associating
with him?” [Matthew Stover’s Revenge of the Sith]