Idea: Somehow, the characters of Star Wars receive letters from their older and sometimes dead selves.
Summary: After a seemingly useless task, the letters they've written to their younger selves disappear. Where did they go?
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Title: Letters From Sometime
(First Reaction: Senator/Chancellor/Emperor Palpatine)
Senator Palpatine looked up from his work as one of his assistants entered his office, "What is it?"
"A letter for you sir," the young lady replied with a slight smile. She placed the letter in front of him and moved to take her leave, "I'll let you know when your next appointment arrives."
Palpatine smiled, "Thank you, I'll let you know if I need anything."
"Yes sir," she remarked with a slight bow as she opened the door and left him alone.
Darth Sidious frowned as he opened the letter with one of his ornate letter openers. His frown deepened as he read through the short note, snorting slightly as he got up from his chair and walked to one of his decorations.
His lightsaber flew into his right hand and he activated it, the heat from the deep blood red blade causing the flimsiplast the letter was written on to catch fire. His face showed no emotion at all as he watched the flimsiplast shrivel and curl before turning to ash.
Palpatine,
With regards to the extermination of the Jedi: be thorough. And kill Anakin Skywalker when you have the chance. Having an apprentice with a higher midichlorian count than your own is a very bad idea, and not bad in the way the Sith are bad. Just stupid – and if there is one thing you (or really, I) are not, it is stupid.
Yours truly,
Darth Sidious
Sidious did not once stop to think that the letter might be genuine; the Chosen One would make a glorious Sith Lord…
(End)