answers to reviewers questions or statements:
rmarcano321: Probably Boba Fett.
Trey Alexander: Yes I have and possibly.
Jason Chandler: MCU Thanos, sword or Gauntlet, may be a bit too much for the Star Wars universe, the new canon especially with how nerfed the characters were. In Legends, the only ones I can see being able to take on Thanos, be it comic or MCU is the likes of the Father, Son, Daughter and Abeloth.
Star Wars Fan: She'll be one of them yes.
lord web of life of destiny: Vader won't die at the Battle of Endor.
Fenrir44: Possibly.
Ryu otsutsuki: It won't be Mandalorians that Peter will use to wage a rebellion against Sidious.
chm01: Of what?
Datan-shi okami: She will.
Disclaimer: I don't own any Marvel or Star Wars characters seen, mentioned or used.
"Ow... ow... ow..." Peter hissed in pain as he lightly brushed a large dark bruise on the side of his head, courtesy of Mara's Lightsaber hilt after he bestowed his new nickname upon her not even a day ago.
Thankfully his skull wasn't cracked open and he had yet to suffer and effects from any sort of trauma to his head. Had he, Mara would have received far more than a simple blast of Force Lightning from him that only just left her whimpering on the floor, smoke emanating from her twitching body as angry first and second degree blisters began to form.
"She's lucky I didn't decide to take the hand she used to throw her saber at me" Peter grumbled as he stopped touching his bruise and let out a tired sigh as he looked at the seat next to him and saw his helmet staring back up at him "Force knows my old master would've"
Actually, Darth Karnage may had very well taken the entire limb and than proceed to beat them half to death with it.
With another sigh, Peter reached down and grabbed his helmet and slid it back on, wincing in pain as the helm brushed and dragged against his bruise before he pulled his hood up, masking his covered head even more. Once his helmet was secured and the HUD was up and linked with the rest of his suit, Peter turned his attention to the direction of the shuttle's cockpit.
"Pilot, how long until we arrive at the Senate Building?" Peter asked as he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees.
"We're beginning our descent now my lord" the Pilot responded in a crisp and professional tone.
Peter nodded as he felt the shuttle begin to descend and stood up and approached the rampway as it began to open up just as the shuttle touched down on a landing pad. The Senate Building, from what Peter saw, looked largely the same as it did thousands of years ago when Peter was last here to extract the double agents the Empire had planted within the Republic. Yet another thing hat Peter couldn't understand why Sidious would keep such a blatant reminder to possibly the one thing in the Galaxy that was worse than the Jedi. At least they tried to make themselves appear benevolent and just, the Senate didn't even look like it bothered half the time.
"And he wonders why he's having a hard time keeping order in his 'Empire'" Peter said to himself as he descended the ramp and stepped on to the platform and saw several stormtroopers, led by a Officer, marching towards him.
The man made to open his mouth and speak before he caught himself and quickly bowed towards the Executor while the Troopers behind him stood at attention. Peter nodded, satisfied that it was starting to get around to everyone on how to approach and speak to him. Peter made a note to see if Vader was receiving such treatment and if he was, remind him to thank Peter for it.
"Captain..." Peter said as he looked at the man beefily before he turned his attention to the building behind him.
"My lord, I just received word that you'd be visiting us" the officer said as he snapped straight up to attention "I apologize for the less than grand reception my lord"
"It's fine" Peter waved the man's apologies off "I'm not really into big grand entrances anyway"
Well, he didn't mind big flashy entrances by higher ups when he's been ordered to eliminate them, large crowds and loud noises tended to make sneaking towards them easier.
"I'm told that the Senate is currently in session" Peter said as he gestured for the man and his small party to follow him as he made his way into the Senate Building.
"Yes my lord" the Captain said with a nod as he walked to the side and slightly behind Peter's left flank "Another reason I have few men available sir, their stretched thin to help maintain the security of this place in light of so many VIP's present today"
Peter hummed at this "Good to know"
The small party arrived at a series of turbo lifts and Peter turned towards the Captain and his men "I don't need a tour Captain, I've been here before and I'm confident things haven't changed that much since than"
And if they have, he wasn't against a little bit of exploring.
"As you wish my lord" the Captain bowed again "I'll let my men know"
"Please do, I'd rather not have to explain to the Emperor later why I had to kill a few dozen of his men and their commanding officer because someone forgot to let them know I'd be walking around" Peter said with a bemused grin under his helm that the now pale Captain did not match.
"Y-Yes my lord" the Captain stammered out as Peter stepped into the Turbo lift and used the Force to shut the doors earlier than designed.
Peter reached over and selected a level to travel to and waited patiently as the lift began to rise. A odd tune began to play as the lift rose and Peter found himself humming alone tunelessly. After a few moments, the lift came to a halt and the doors opened, allowing Peter to step out into a somewhat crowded hall. A number of people he noticed stopped for a few brief moments to gape at him as he emerged from the lift before a single glance from him caused them to quickly resume their treks to wherever it was they were going. A combination of fear and curiosity filled the air around Peter as he looked to his right, than to the left before deciding to head in that direction.
'Wow, this place really hasn't changed in the thirty six hundred plus years since' Peter thought as he wandered aimlessly through the halls of the Senate building, ignoring the various sentients around him as his mind wandered back to the final hours of the Great Galactic War...
...
"Peter, not that I mind scouring through various Senators' offices to see if I can locate their various private accounts and stores, but why are we here?" Felicia asked as she and Peter, along with over twenty Imperial Soldiers and two Sith warriors, rode a shuttle towards the burning Senate Building.
All around them the Sith Fleet began it's orbital bombardment of the neighboring sectors while scores of their fighters shot Republic craft out of the sky. The sky was covered in thick clouds of ash and smoke, blocking out the sun and causing the hundreds of fires throughout the massive metropolis to be the only sources of light aside from the flashes of powerful batteries from the hovering warships above.
Peter tore his gaze away from a nearby Harrower-class Dreadnaught leveling the adjacent neighborhood towards the white haired Sith as she held her mask in the crook of her arm "We're here to retrieve some of the agents the Dark Council had placed here"
"For what?" Felicia asked with a raised brow.
"Some of them have classified information" Peter responded with a shrug as he returned his gaze to the burning city before him "Mostly locations of key military installations"
"Oh..." Felicia said with a blink before she made a face as she slipped her mask on and pulled her hood up to better conceal her hair "I suppose that could be useful"
Peter snorted as he turned towards his beloved "I'm more than capable of finding and extracting them myself"
"Than why am I here?" Felicia asked with a hint of annoyance in her voice.
"Your better company than the soldiers I'm doing this mission with" Peter said with a chuckle before he saw the Senate Building up ahead, half of the roof for the massive dome had collapsed and was on fire while a single Thranta-class corvette laid just outside the building's main entryway, shattered and burning.
A series of small explosions erupted over the beaten warship, sending bits of shrapnel into the air and even into the nearby Senate Building. Peter hoped the warship wouldn't explode, the engines and hyperdrive on a vessel as large as a corvette would cause quite a bit of damage in atmosphere. The pilot seemed aware of this and flew the ship around the destroyed Republic vessel and landed on a remote pad that was covered in scorch marks.
"Sergeant" Peter said as the shuttle's doors began to open and most of the Imperial troopers poured out.
"My lord?" one of the troopers paused and turned towards Peter and Felicia and quickly came to attention.
"The Senators we're looking for are here..." Peter said as he brought up a commlink and activated the holoprojector it housed, bringing up a small image of the Senate Building with several areas highlighted "The callsign is 'Retribution', their answer will be "Accomplished"
The Sergeant nodded as he studied the image before he glanced back at Peter and Felicia "Yes my lord, but pardon me for asking, what will you be doing?"
Peter shut down the projection and placed the commlink back inside a small compartment on his armor's belt "I'll meet you back at this pad within an hour Sergeant"
The clear dismissal in his tone was clear and the trooper nodded and quickly exited the shuttle to disperse his men t the assigned areas. Felicia watched them go before she turned towards Peter with an amused look under her mask "What will we be doing than?"
"You'll see" Peter teased as the two stepped off the shuttle and made their way towards the interior of the Senate Building.
"I'd much rather be told" Felicia said as she gently probed at Peter through their Force Bond to see if she could gleam a hint of what her beloved had in mind.
She had her own suspicions, ones that she hoped proved to be true, but she'd rather be sure. As much as Peter allowed her into his mind through their Force Bond, she was aware that there was many things he's kept hidden from her. His past before they met, his life as a member of their lord Emperor's Elite Guardsmen his knowledge in the Dark Side and who knows what else.
"I can feel you prodding" Peter said as they entered the Senate Building and saw numerous dead Senators, Republic soldiers and even a few Imperial ones lying about the floor along with various droids.
"Can you blame me?" Felicia asked with a hint of annoyance in her voice "Your being even more vague than usual. Normally I find it attractive, having me guess, but now I find it bothersome. Just tell me why I'm here already or I'm getting back on the shuttle and have it return me to the fleet. Much rather be up there than down here while the planet is being razed"
Peter laughed at this as they passed a hall that had been caved in from some sort of powerful explosion earlier on in the battle "So impatient my beloved little vixen. Is it so hard to believe that I may just want to spend time with you?"
"With you, sometimes it is" Felicia countered as she stepped over a Republic soldier that looked to have been bisected by a Lightsaber.
Peter hummed as they arrived at what appeared to be some sort of large office. Without a word Peter stepped into the office and than stepped to the side and gestured for Felicia to follow him in. With some hesitance, Felicia entered and looked around to see various destroyed tables, flickering holotables and a massive panoramic window that had been shattered, allowing the heat, smoke and noise of the battle outside to slowly trickle into the room. Felicia's brow quirked at this before she heard the door behind them close.
"What is this?" Felicia asked as she made to turn and face Peter when his arms suddenly wrapped around her waist and pulled her into his front, causing her rear to brush his groin and allow him to bury his covered face into the space between her neck and shoulder.
"As I said... I wanted to spend time with you" Peter whispered both aloud and through their Force Bond, causing Felicia to shiver as she felt the lust he had for her.
"Ah..." Felicia said with a growing grin as she pushed back into Peter's from, sending her own lust for the Sith through their bond as she began to grind her rear against his front and cooed as his hands gripped her waist "Taking me like a whore as our people burn the Republic to ash... how romantic"
"I learned from the best" Peter purred into Felicia's ear, causing her to shiver as she pulled out of Peter's arms and turned towards the man.
She reached up and pushed back her hood and removed her mask, allowing him to see her face. She grinned as she stepped closer and her hands slowly rose to the buckles and clips of his armor, mainly around his waist and thighs and began to undo them. Peter stood there and watched as Felicia slowly slunk to her knees and pulled his pants down. Here eyes flicked to his groin nd brightened at the swelling she could see underneath the undergarments he wore under his armor and planted a small kiss on the growing bulge.
Peter groaned before he contacted the Trooper tasked with retrieving the Imperial agents within the Senate "Sergeant..."
"Yes my lord?" the man answered after a few seconds, the sounds of shouting and blaster fire echoing in the background.
"I will be unavailable for the next hour. Do not contact me unless it's serious" Peter said as he a ran a hand through Felicia's hair as she exposed his cock to the warm air and gave the underside a long lick from the base all the way to the tip.
"Yes my lord" the Sergeant said before Peter cut the line and returned his attention to the Dark beauty at his feet.
"Now than my sweet, I believe you've teased me long enough" he said as he reached up to remove his helmet and tossed it aside, so he could see his beloved with his own two eyes.
"But of course..." Felicia grinned as she slowly began to take Peter's length into her mouth just as a faint tremor raced through the building...
...
Peter was dragged out of his thoughts by the sudden influx in both annoyance and anger emanating from the Grand Convocation Chamber. Curious, the Sith assassin approached one of the docking ports for the Senate's repulsorpods and glanced inside to see what the commotion was.
It was something about wanting to decrease taxes for the shipping industry and letting the Imperial military pay either a smaller fee if at all. After that a series of Bills meant to reform current education standards throughout the Empire was brought to the floor and debated for so long that Peter swore he could hop on a ship, travel to the Outer Rim and return, stopping at literaly every planet on the way, and still make it back before they came to a agreement.
'See, this right here is why the Republic was a joke' Peter thought with a shake of his head as he leaned against the wall and folded his arms across his chest 'All these people do is talk and talk and talk. Everyone seems to have something else to say or share their own damn meaningless opinion that I'm sure most of the people they supposedly represent each have their own that differs from there'
Yet another reason why the Republic in Peter's mind was always inferior to his late Master's Empire. Yes they have a body for delegation, in the form of the Dark Council, but it was vastly smaller and the members of the council were able to reach an agreement much faster than these people seemed to be doing. It also helped that their decisions were made in betterment of the Empire, not for their own personal gains. It's also how the empire was able to make such staggering victories and territory gains during the first few years of the Great Galactic War, while the Senate was debating on what to do, the Sith were able to carve deep into Republic Space and gain a sufficient foothold to launch their campaigns.
It also helped that his late master was wise enough to plant spies and double agents within the Senate before the war began.
'By the Force these people love to talk' Peter thought with a sigh as he looked around the massive chamber to see a few people were actually sleeping through the Senator of Naboo's speech on education reform.
It was than that Peter noticed something odd about the Senate, aside from the obvious fact it was still intact and not leveled with it's many members hung from the ceiling and various repulsorpods. The members of the Senate, a large number of them were human, and the few that weren't were near human species. This struck Peter as odd since last he checked the Republic was made of a majority of nun-human species.
'Is the Senate only made up of planets that have humans on them or did Sidious simply have humans represent the non-humans?' Peter thought as he just barely payed attention to what was being debated by the various Politicians 'Hmm, come to think of it, I've noticed that the Empire's forces have next to no non-humans aside from that Admiral, Thrawn'
Human Supremacy wasn't exactly new to Peter, the Sith Empire had practiced it more than enough, he was just a bit surprised that it's continued for this long.
Eventually the Senate mercifully broke for a recess and the various hovering platforms began to return to their respective docking platforms along the chamber's wall, one of them being where Peter was. He wasn't quite sure which planet it was that he was at, but he quickly concluded they were idiots as he took note of the Senator within the hovering platform. They were young, very young, and had both an air of confidence and wisdom that was greaty tarnshed by their obvious inexpeince at life. They, she, also wore white, as if to convey sme sort of innocene or purity.
"Aren't you a little young to be a Senator of an entire planet little girl?" Peter said when the platform docked and the people within began to rise from their seats.
The young girl paused at Peter's words before her eyes narrowed and Peter sensed the faintest flick of anger and annoyance from them.
"I'll have you know I'm Sixteen, a full year older than the minimum age requirement to be a Senator" she said in a calm, controlled voice. The tone Peter noted, was also meant to sound as if she were the older responsible one that was chiding a younger individual for asking such a question.
'Odd, the age minimum back in my day was twenty for humans' Peter thought as he pushed himself off the wall "Hmm, must be nice to have such strong connections I suppose"
The young woman's eyes narrowed further as her voice grew cold "I'll have you know, I became Senator because of skill, not family connections"
"And where are you from if I might ask" Peter said in a dry unimpressed tone.
The younger woman regarded Peter for a moment before her eyes widened as a flash of recognition entered them and she answered in a more formal, polite tone "I'm from Alderaan… my Lord"
"Alderaan" Peter hummed "As in the planet whose Royal family has a well known history of having it's members becoming Senators?"
The wife of Alderaan's king was the planet's Senator when the Sith Empire had laid siege to the world during the War, he doubted a planet as staunch on tradition as Alderaan had changed much if at all. And based on the lack of an instant response from the young woman, he was correct or as close as possible. After a few moments, Peter snorted as he stepped aside to allow the young Senator and her aides pass.
"Have a good day, Senator" Peter said with a hint of mockery in his tone.
"You as well my lord" she responded with a small bow, not deep enough to show respect, but not shallow enough for it to be taken as an insult either.
'At least she has brains, unlike most' Peter thought as the young girl passed him followed quickly by her small army of aides and likely bodyguards.
He looked around and noticed a few other Senators looking at him, their curiosity leaking through the Force like a damaged water pipe in his opinion. He grunted and quickly turned on his heel and proceeded down the hall and away from their curious gazes and thoughts. Droids and various humans and near humans passed him by, some casting the young Sith curious glances while others looked at him with either unease or envy. He largely ignored them in favor of mentally retracing his steps back to the office where he and Felicia 'celebrated' what they thought was the long sought Sith victory over the Republic and their damn Jedi.
'But the Force had other plans' Peter thought with a sigh 'In more ways than one...'
Peter was so lost in thought that he didn't notice the little astromech in front of him until he bumped into it, the force off balancing the droid and causing it to fall face first into the ground.
"Oh, sorry" Peter said as he raised an arm and shot out a single strand of psi-webbing and used it to pull the blue astromech up.
As little droid began to emit a series of beeps and whines as it looked around before it centered it's gaze on Peter and began to beep even louder.
"What?" Peter said as the astromech began to beep even more.
Peter felt his brow twitch at the little droid, he had no idea what it was saying but he just knew a string of insults were being directed at him.
"Listen here you little pile of scrap" Peter said as he poked the droid's 'eye' with a finger, causing it to let out what sounded like an angry beep "I already said sorry. Now either you can accept my apology or I can just decide to take your dome headed ass and throw you right up a-"
"R2-D2, where are you!?" a electronic voice spoke up from behind Peter, causing him to turn and see a gold colored Protocol droid emerge from the crowd of Imperial Senators and Representatives.
The droids stopped for a moment and looked between Peter and the blue astromech before his arms went up in a rather dramatic fashion and quickly made his way to the small droid's side and tapped it on it's dome shaped head.
"There you are you bucket of loose wires. The Princess has been worried sick!" the protocol droid stated before he turned towards Peter and gave him a small bow "Hello there good sir, I'm C-3PO, human cyborg-"
"Great, nice to meet you" Peter interrupted the chatty droid as he looked between the two Droids for a moment before he turned to leave "Make sure to install a few behavioral updates for your little friend here before I decide to throw him into a star and see if he'll met first or implode"
Threepio seemed startled by this, or as startled as his expression could be "Oh dear, oh dear, I hope he didn't give any offense sir-"
Peter shook his head with a annoyed sigh as he entered a rather large hall, the walls were decorated with a number of art pieces, mostly paintings. He stopped for a moment to look at a few, wondering if he might recognize any of them, unlikely as that would be.
'If Felicia didn't take them, they most likely burned when the Senate Building was leveled by the fleet' Peter thought as he saw a few paintings that looked to be of some distant alien world during what was either a sunset or a sunrise 'Hmm, good contrast though the blending of the hues in the sky could be a little better'
After a few moments of admiring the work of art, Peter moved on to the next and was a bit surprised to recognize the piece. It was a painting made by a Fosh artist that lived on Kuat about a hundred years before the Sith Empire's assault on the Republic. Peter couldn't remember their name of the top of his head, but he did remember Felicia stole a number of his works during the war, apparently they were amongst the most valuable in the entirety of the Republic.
"Really liked painting tragedies" Peter said to himself as he stared at what was a desperate last stand for a bunch of shadowed figures against numerous beings made of light and fire.
"My lord Executor, to what do we owes such an honor?"
"I was bored" Peter said as he stared at the image for a moment before turning to see the Grand Moff he met several weeks prior at his introduction to the Empire. She was dressed in the military like uniform that many Moffs and other Government officials seemed to wear throughout the empire "What brings you here Moff Frost?"
The blonde beauty shrugged "I had a meeting with a few Senators that hail from worlds within the Imperial Oversector"
"Oh, sounds enlightening" Peter said as he returned his attention to the painting.
"Not really" Emma said as she came and stood next to the dark armored man and gazed at the art with a les than amused look on her face "Honestly, I have a right mind to send all of them out to the Unknown Regions and let them fend for themselves with all the little problems they want me to solve"
"Annoying, isn't it?" Peter said with a grin under his helm before he gave Emma a curious look on his face "Why is the Senate still around?"
"No idea" Emma said with a shrug as she folded her arms under her chest, causing her covered breasts to be pushed up a little while she leaned forward at the waist to better examine the painting before her "Ah, the Doom of the Valor. One of the finer pieces I've seen here. I was quite pleased when the Emperor allowed it to be pulled from his private collection to be displayed"
"It is impressive" Peter agreed as he stared at the painting again and chuckled when he noticed something about it.
Emma nodded, pleased to see that the Executor had an eye for art as she did "Indeed. I particularly love how it demonstrates the beliefs that through great anguish and impossible odds can one-"
"It's a fake"
Emma stopped mid sentence and turned towards Peter with a raised brow "I'm sorry?"
Peter nodded towards the painting "This, it's a fake"
Emma looked confused at this before she turned towards the painting and scanned it with her own eyes, trying to see what it was that would cause the Executor to believe it was a fake "Impossible... this painting has been part of the Supreme Chancellor's Private collection for over sixty years after Chancellor Kalpana had recovered it from-"
"The Original was once housed on Manaan during the Great Galactic War but a young Sith had, before the main Sith invasion force arrived, infiltrated the planet and stole it" Peter said as he crossed his arms over his chest "It was assumed loss until the end of the war when the Republic discovered that it had in fact been taken along with hundreds of other valuable art pieces and a few others made by this particular artist"
Emma's brow furrowed at this "How can you be so sure?"
"I have my ways" Peter answered in an ominous tone.
Peter's answer caused a brief spike of annoyance to build up in the Grand Moff before it died just as quickly and she let out a sigh and returned her gaze to the now identified fake painting "I suppose you wouldn't happen to know where the real one is than?"
"In some secret remote vault somewhere out in the Galaxy" Peter responded honestly "Trust me, I've been trying to find out where that place is for years"
And he's still no closer to finding it despite his attempts to pursued Felicia to tell him otherwise.
'Seriously, where the hell did she put all her stuff?' Peter thought.
"Pity..." Emma said with a disappointed look on her face before it was quickly replaced with another look that seemed more... coy "Tell me my lord, are you free this evening?"
Peter raised a brow at this "I'm sorry?"
"A gala is being thrown later tonight" Emma revealed "It's being thrown by Leia Organa"
"Who?" Peter said with a puzzled expression.
"The Senator... of Alderaan?" Emma said with some confusion of her own.
"Oh..." Peter said with a blink "Huh, I just saw her earlier"
Emma made a odd expression on her face as she stare at the man, wondering how such a highly placed man in the Empire seemed unaware of who Leia Organa was. Not a week went by when she hadn't made the news for one thing or another. Most of the time it was her speaking out against the Empire's military spending, allegations of abuse of power and a list of her things that Emma hadn't bothered to try and remember hearing the little brat complain about.
'Where's this man been the past few years, living under a rock?' Emma thought with a slight narrowing of her eyes as she studied the man.
Another thing that she noticed about him was that he was Force-sensitive. Granted, the Lightsabers clamped to his thighs already hinted at it along with recordings of the events at Anaxes. But being so close to him, now knowing what to sense and look out for, it was like standing next to Vader almost. The proverbial eye of a storm of rage and hate, waiting to be unleashed at a moment's notice.
She was beginning to see what the Emperor had seen in this man to make him such a high member of the Imperial Hierarchy… and how dangerous of an enemy he could become.
'I'll have to tread carefully, less I discover his rage to rival Vader's' Emma decided before she stepped a little closer to the man and looked up at him from beneath her eye lashes and flashed him a coy grin. She furthered her suppose interest in him by raising a hand and resting it on his armored chest "Since I find myself in need of a date for the Gala, and you need to familiarize yourself with some of the elite of the Empire, if you haven't already, perhaps we can attend it... together?"
Peter blinked at this.
'Oh dear...'
...
And done.
Next chapter, The Executor and the Grand Moff attend a Imperial Gala...