SynopsisIt's long after the Battle of Naboo, and from the shadows, Darth Sidious plots revenge -- sending his new apprentice, Darth Vader, into battle in order to test his skills against the Jedi. Meanwhile, Viceroy Nute Gunray, still angered by his defeat at Naboo by Queen Sabe and the Jedi, is forced to ally himself with the Confederation (and once again Sidious) in order to survive. In the meanwhile, fledgling Jedi Padme Naberrie is sent to the planet of Kamino to investigate the attempted murder of Queen Sabe, whilst Jedi Knight and new Master to Padme Obi-Wan Kenobi is sent to guard the Queen at Naboo. But as a romance buds between Obi-Wan and Sabe...can they resist their feelings? Or will they go down a path that will most certainly destroy them? For Lord Sidious has plans within plans...and things are not always as they appear.
Excerpt“She was quite resilient, my Lord. The Jedi have taught her well. For all they may have feared her power – ’’
“Yes, Jedi Naberrie is quite…devoted to a cause.” It was one of those things that Sidious could not help but admire her for.
Perhaps in another life, he would have felt guilty for manipulating her in such a fashion, but he had been long conditioned, long trained, to avoid such things. It was not the way of the Sith, after all. Whatever it took, you had to reach your goal, even, or especially, if the goal involved manipulating millions of puny beings who believed that somehow, their stupid, insipid, insignificant little lives were somehow equal to or superior to the stupid, insipid, insignificant little lives of others. To say they were useless was a gross understatement to say the least – unless they somehow had a purpose to play in the grand scheme of the Sith, the grand scheme of the Dark Side, they were meaningless to him. Meaningless not only to the Sith, but to the galaxy at large.
Since the fall of Xendor and the formation of the Legions of Lettow, since Freedon Nadd and Exar Kun and since the foundations of the name “Darth” – yes, the Sith indeed would continue to fight for their cause, whilst the Jedi continued to drive them out in the name of the Force itself, in the name of righteousness.
Sidious already had a feeling that when the Force itself, should the Force have eyes, looked at the Order and what they had done in the past, what they planned to do, it would utterly forsake them.
“The battle droids are already in the hangar as well, Master. They are more than ready to attack. And more have been stationed around the arena. In addition,” Vader said, “Unlike last time at Naboo, they will not be easily destroyed by the sudden destruction of a battlestation. We’ll up the ante a bit, if we may.”
“Indeed we will.” For all of Vader’s faults, Sidious could give him points for intelligence. And perhaps creativity as well, depending on the plan that his wayward apprentice, Plagueis’ child, this perilous child of the Sith, had concocted. At the very least, he hoped it would truly be the case. “Go now, Lord Vader. Go into the arena and await my instructions.”
“Of course, my Master. Lord Vader out.”
As the transmission ended, Lord Sidious, underneath his hood, wearing the otherwise genial features of Chancellor Palpatine once more, smiled. The Clone Wars would begin shortly, as he had foreseen. And they would be glorious.
It was only a pity that he could not be there to watch them unfold himself.