The Jedi think they know it all. Then why can't they tell? I taunt them all the time, with Chancellor Palpantine's little political schemes.
It makes me sick to see them, to watch them plan in front of me. Plan against my allies. Plan against my apprentices. Plan against my army. Against my grand plan.
I will save the galaxy from the Jedi. From the Senate.
Can they not see what they are doing to the galaxy? Tearing it down, planet by planet.
They ruined my plans for Naboo. I sent the Trade Federation to take over, to clean up the mess Amidala made.
But I have my secret weapon. I can see the anger growing in Anakin every day. And I feed into the anger. And we connect with the anger.
I pretend to be wise and helpful. I am grooming him, preparing him for his destiny.
But something troubles me, something I have seen in the future. His son will be powerful.
He could be of use to me. When I outgrow Anakin. As I have outgrown Maul and Dooku. And as I outgrew my Master, Darth Plageuis.
I shall forever be outgrowing.
The clones are oblivious too. To the world they live in, the war they fight. When the Jedi say fight, they pick up a blaster and fire. They don't know. They don't care. It's what they were made to do.
But that can help me. Bring me an army, give me an upper hand to the Jedi. The clones don't know the help they have already given me.
Why must time go so slow? When will Skywalker be ready?
But I already know the answer to those questions. Skywalker will be ready when his anger proves strong enough, his mind quick enough, his skills powerful enough.
And I will know when that time comes.
And then my desiny will be fulfilled. And I will rule the galaxy as I knew I would so many years ago.