A/N: Hello there! Not really sure where I'm going with this... I just really, really believe this fan theory and wish some variant of it had actually made it into canon (credit to Lumpawarroo on Reddit for the original Darth Jar Jar theory) Anyway, thanks a lot for reading!

Jar Jar Binks had had a very busy day.

He'd awoken in his new quarters - his Senator's quarters - in a plush Coruscant apartment building and brightly proclaimed 'Heyo dalee!' to all the speeders racing by the windows. In the hall, he'd stumbled over a cleaning droid, sending one of its bolts skidding across the floor - and then done the exact same for its replacement, making all staff, droid and otherwise, ache for Senator Amidala's return. At breakfast, he'd sloshed the contents of his bowl across the table ('Oie boie! Ex queezee me!') and recounted his life story, in animated detail, to his company of increasingly irritated fellow diners.

And then he'd granted emergency powers to Chancellor Palpatine and listened as the entire Galactic Senate chanted his name.

It was this last memory that Jar Jar contemplated as he lolloped his way up to the Chancellor's office. It had been a good moment, he thought; the sound of applause carried him all the way to Palpatine's floor. In front of the office doors stood a guard, to whom Jar Jar offered an enthusiastic wave.

'Hidoe dalee!'

The guard smiled vaguely at this visitor, though an astute observer might have noticed that he looked rather as if he were stifling an agonised sigh. 'Er - good afternoon, Senator Binks.'

'Heyday ho!' Jar Jar beamed. 'Mesa request to see da Chancellor?'

The guard frowned, clearly trying to choose his words carefully. 'Chancellor Palpatine is very busy, Senator Binks - especially given these recent developments. May it wait?'

Jar Jar threw his arms up in insistence. 'Oh no, mesa must talk with him now!' He exclaimed. 'Isa berry berry important, yousa see, wesa must be speakin-' Jar Jar was ready to proclaim the urgency of his matter further when the office doors slid open to reveal Palpatine himself. The Gungan fell silent and gave a nod of respect so deep that his lanky ears drooped right over his face.

'Ah, Chancellor Palpatine,' said the guard, looking on Palpatine with clear relief as he gave his own customary nod. 'Senator Binks here asks to speak with you, but I wasn't sure-?'

'Ah, yes. Fear not, Wexler,' Palpatine nodded to the guard. 'We do indeed have an critical matter to discuss. Senator Binks, if you please?'

Jar Jar batted his ears out the way, wildly nodded his thanks and lumbered into the pristine office. Palpatine swept past the bemused-looking Wexler, then stopped as if in sudden remembrance.

'Oh, Wexler - would it be possible for you to check the security downstairs? I think we may have a vacancy this afternoon that needs to be documented. We'll be quite alright up here for the time being.'

'Of course, Chancellor.' Nodded the guard, and with one final glance at the office, Wexler walked away - leaving the corridor, as Palpatine assured, completely deserted.

Satisfied, the Chancellor entered his office, the doors sliding shut behind him. In long strides, he walked over to the window where Jar Jar stood, overlooking the sprawling mass of Coruscant. The lilac sky was obscured by speeders, and sunlight winked off a million glass panes. The city had a unique, ordered beauty, and the view was like little else in the galaxy.

Abruptly, blinds slid over the windows, cutting off the office from prying eyes and jolting the room into sudden dimness.

The Gungan turned.

'You have done well, my apprentice.' Said Darth Plagueis the Wise.