Eclipse

Chapter 3- To Motivate A Sith

  The notorious Darth Sidious, dark Lord of the Sith, publicly known as the humble Chancellor Palpatine, supreme Chancellor of the Republic, stood gazing down at the city of hustle and bustle as traffic flew past his gargantuan window in his crimson themed office. Marveling at how the unsuspecting fools had no idea who was watching them with piercing yellow eyes from miles above. 

A thoughtful frown painted his old mouth, a mouth that gave award winning speeches and manipulative words of persuasion to the most stubborn of senators. He clicked his tongue once in thought at how true that was only seconds ago when the most obdurate group of beings had come to ask him for 'a word of peace.' Imbeciles. Thorns in his side; all of them. 

The dark Lord sighed internally. Soon. He consoled himself, with a smooth caress from his darkside mistress. Soon they would wish they had been kissing his shiny black boots, they would beg before him, or his new apprentice would show them how.  

The door had just blocked his view from the last of their unnecessarily convoluted robes. The insufferable Loyalist committee. The bane of his existence for now with all their peace mongering. Or, what was left of it anyway. 

A malicious smirk of memory splayed across his annoyance. They had come to him, each of them selfishly afraid for their lives. Afraid of the dreadful massacre that had been claiming their members, one cold-blooded kill at a time. Delicious fear had sweetly surged inside the room, giving him strength to deal with their idiocy. They had conversed for mind-numbing hours about who the savage was, what they would do about it, what had been their motive? In other words, why?

The smirk widened. 

Because he said so. That's why.

Their weak minds had been so easily to manipulate, so easy to twist and bend to his will. He had showered them all with mournful reassurance, assuring each unendurable being that he would triple his efforts to discover who the culprit was and to bring him or her to justice. 

He simply couldn't stop smiling today. 

He knew precisely who the culprit was. That half hadn't been a lie. 

"But that does nothing to help us now! We are all in danger!" Senator Ister Paddie protested. "We will all need bodyguards! I don't want my blood spilling over my corpse anytime soon Chancellor." 

"Now now senator, be rational." Sidious- Chancellor Palpatine advised graciously, raising his hands to calm the disgruntled man, grudgingly relinquishing the intense urge to release a torrent of force lightning at this pest. 

Then another pest jumped in with her twinkling chime. 

"Not to worry senator." She said, placing a gentle hand on the beings shoulder with such an authentically kind smile, Palpatine nearly gagged. "I'm certain the Jedi could provide protection for us. They also will discover who is behind this madness. For now, we much remain calm for our people. To worry them would only add onto the stress the war has placed on us all." The senator searched her warm brown eyes for honestly, and upon finding it, his tense shoulder relaxed. 

Palpatine repressed a sudden sigh. Another thing that spiked his ire. The morons surrounding him were Jedi sympathizers. Why, is a question he could never answer. However, maintaining his facade to the key, he nodded in agreement with a deceptively beguiling smile warming his serpent eyes. 

"I will notify the council. As protectors"- Servants- "of the republic, they would be honored to assist us during the time of need." With that, he had approached the shriveled troll and his icy, bald counterpart with a plea for assistance. It sickened him to have to even speak to their wretched hides. Only then had those irksome senators leave him to muse over his coming empire, and its newest enforcer, in tranquility.