AN: The last part of this update containst sex scene.

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Phase 2

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Part 1

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Republic One

en route to Coruscant

There's no rest for the wicked. Soon after we jumped back into Republic space, I got bombarded with messages about petty affairs in the Senate that were of no consequence yet required my attention. Naboo and the Chommell sector as a whole decided on my replacement as their Senator, which was awkward, and another time-consuming issue to deal with.

At least, as far as the Clone Army was concerned, I had time. The only change I needed to implement in the short term was a few changes in the contingency orders. I had to ensure I had the option not to kill all Jedi if the Order turned on me, among a few other options. I would have a few years before I would need to worry about overhauling the troopers' personal equipment with something more than cheap, mass-produced crap.

On the other hand, the plan was to handle the details of the ships and vehicles the GAR would use for the relevant manufacturers sometime next year, which would require serious revisions.

I had to find time and ways to funnel more money into those projects covertly. I would also need to know if Kamino could increase the number of Clones they would be able to raise. Until then, I had other things to deal with. I had meetings with the people who ensured I got elected, confirmation about what they wanted me to push through the Senate, meetings with Senators who would open the way for meeting with their masters in local governments and alliances to continue the groundwork for the Empire. I also had a request from a specific Jedi Master for a quiet meeting so we could continue our philosophical and political debate. Well, that one was important. I wanted Dooku on my side, as both a sane and powerful Darksider.

Another thing I needed to deal with was to figure out who to throw at the Jedi, so they could begin figuring out just how corrupt and rotten the Republic was. That would be a vital step towards fragmenting the Order and ensuring their public support would be undermined by the very people who wanted me as their puppet. After all, no one corrupt or power-hungry wanted the Jedi sniffing into their affairs. Those were the kind of people who ran the galaxy these days. Politics and high economic positions often called to people who wanted power and challenges to overcome. Exemplars like Bail Organa and to a lesser extent Mothma were quite rare at the best of times. That was, in part, a self-fulfilling prophecy. Politics were a dirty game, so most good people avoided them like the plague. This, in turn, ensured that the good people who could advance in politics found it much harder to do anything constructive.

Note to self: I needed to vet a bunch of secretaries and ensure my Vice Chancellor didn't screen away essential people. That was one of the ways he did his best to undermine Valorum. The same was true for said secretaries.

So, short-term goals – set up a meeting with Dooku. That would be critical for the future. Keep my corrupt backers happy. That was vital as well. Discharge my last duties as the former Senator for Naboo and Chommell by having a heart-to-heart conversation with my successor Janus Greejatus. Ironically, that particular bastard was among the closest things Palpy had to a friend. That by itself was damning in my book. At any rate, said exemplar of bigotry was competent when he could look beyond his biases. Palpatine had big plans for his old buddy from the Legislative Youth Program.

Now, how to convince the bloody idiot that isolationism for Chommell, in general, and Naboo, in particular, were bad ideas? He loathed aliens and wanted to close up our sector to the rest of the galaxy after alien workers led to his family's economic ruin. Dealing with that issue would be a thorny problem. On the plus side, the man was a Force Sensitive, which naturally increased his potential.

That elevated him among my closest advisers and allies besides Sim Aloo. The latter was calm and collected and a Force Sensitive as well. Between the two of them, I would easily bet on Aloo to better handle the Dark Side without going insane.

Then there were Sate Pestage and Kimman Dorianna. Politically, of these infamous fellows, Pestage was by far the most valuable ally I had right now. He was my spymaster and the man I went to when I needed covert work done.

Right now, Pestage was busy vetting my new staff. He was trying to weed out anyone in the Chancellor's office who might have divided loyalties. He would do his best to ensure we knew who they were and who they worked for, so we could manage them. If I were lucky, by the time we got back to Coruscant, I would have at least one trustworthy secretary to go through my mail.

Now, what's next… Nejaa Halcyon became the Battle Master of the Green Jedi on Corellia. Huh, neat. That bunch was saner and more open-minded than the Coruscant Jedi. In an ideal world, I might be willing to ignore them if they kept themselves to the Corellian Sector and Corellia remained neutral in the war I was planning.

Realistically, I would have to do something about them. The question was, what? Their distance was a shield that worked both ways.

The next piece of news was the official confirmation of something I already knew. Jedi Master Sifo-Dyas was dead, and the Jedi Order officially acknowledged it. That had been the last favor Plagueis did me before he and Sidious killed each other. With the Clone Army commissioned, that particular Jedi became a loose end that had to go.

Plagueis made sure the Jedi was out of the way. Now, I only needed Dooku on my side, which would nicely tie up most loose ends as far as Kamino was concerned. After all, it would be ideal if I had a Jedi to act as my face when meeting the Clone Masters.

More paperwork came next. It mainly was trivia that really shouldn't reach the Chancellor's desk. But, of course, burying the Chancellor with red tape was an excellent way to ensure they were too busy to cause problems.

Sooner or later, people were going to die for this. Considering no one civilized uses paper anymore, I might make certain people choke on data pads and data chips.

Speaking about paperwork, I typed a message to Padme so that she would have a head up about Skywalker's mother. If she were as bright as I gave her credit, she would use Shmi's arrival to win PR points and make a spectacle out of it. That would happen after the woman got a clean bill of health, of course. Playing the nice and considerate Chancellor, I wouldn't be burdening further Naboo's currently stretched medical facilities with another person. There were more than enough facilities on Coruscant capable of dealing with a lifetime's worth of medical issues that weren't adequately addressed.

With that done, why, yes, there was more paperwork to deal with. It would be forests worth of it if it were in actual paper format.

Why did I want this job anyway? Oh, yes. Power, ambition, and the possibility to do what no Sith before me achieved. That might make it worth it.

Note to self: find a constructive way to keep myself sane before I decide the galaxy had to burn out of spite.

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Part 2

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Galactic City

Coruscant

We arrived late in the evening, barely missing the sunset. Not so long ago, being able to come here openly would have been priceless. It would have meant our gambits worked, and we won the war.

Instead, I was in the first stages of planning another war that would nevertheless reshape the galaxy. Coruscant was still a major prize, if for different reasons. Whoever held Coruscant and had the backing of the powers that be here would have an incredible amount of legitimacy in the Core. The concentration of Republic institutions in Galactic City alone made it priceless.

I made sure my blue robes were up to scratch and slowly headed towards the exit as we approached the Presidential Palace. The place was the traditional residence of the Supreme Chancellor of the Republic for more than ten thousand years. It also housed many offices of influential senators and important Republic ministers.

Once upon a time, it was considered one of twenty wonders in the known galaxy.

It was also too close to the Jedi Temple for comfort. Because of that, before we kind of merged, Palpy planned to get a new residence for the Chancellor to built. The idea was to make it a part of an annex to the palace. Ideally, that building would keep the palace between said residence and the Jedi Temple. The idea was that all the people working and living in the palace, their signatures, in particular, would offer an additional layer of protection just in case.

That plan was solid; until then, I would have to be careful not to slip up.

As soon as we landed and the transport ramp lowered, my Senate Guard marched out like on parade. No surprise there. They were almost exclusively the sons and the odd daughter from wealthy and influential families, with the odd veteran from the Judicial Forces to try and keep them alive if there was trouble.

Needless to say, my actual security was the responsibility of a Judicial Forces detachment.

Finally, I could breathe a bit easier with all the Jedi remaining on board for a short trip to the Temple before the ship went in for maintenance. Only my actual security detail and Shmi Skywalker waited behind me to leave the ship. Anakin's mother would be on her way to a hospital for a short stay. After that, she would be a most honored guest of Janus and the Naboo delegation.

So much for my brief but productive vacation. It was time for work, damn it. I followed the parade troops out of the ship and took a deep breath of Coruscant's cool evening air. Countless lights glittered around us – both from the palace and the streams of vehicles flying beyond its security exclusion zone.

A small army of palace security, advisers, a handful of Senators, and other worthies, including Janus, waited to meet me and, ideally, beg for an audience to push their agenda. Page was at the back of the group, doing his best to remain inauspicious.

"Ladies and gentle beings, we have work to do!" I clapped my hands and smiled at the crowd. "Let's get to it. Janus, my friend, I have some tips and advice to share with you as my successor. But before that, I'm honored to introduce Ms. Shmi Skywalker, the Hero of Naboo's mother. She'll be in your care until we can arrange her travel to Naboo."

"Ms. Skywalker," Janus proved he had keen political instincts by offering a smile that appeared genuine. He bowed and offered his thanks for Skywalker's crazy stunt in the name of Naboo and the whole Chommell Sector.

I barely paid him attention and looked over the gathered dignitaries. Predictably, more than a few had calculating looks on their faces, even if they hid them well. This was a prime opportunity for good PR they were smelling.

She was going to become a small celebrity soon. It would be interesting to see if she can put that new status to good use.

"I'll make sure Ms. Skywalker has everything she needs. Will it be all right for us to meet later tonight?" Janus asked.

"That will be for the best. We need to have that talk so we can continue to discharge our new responsibilities with a minimal number of interruptions." I gave him a friendly smile and headed for the palace's entrance.

I spent an hour dealing with petty disputes and people trying to get into my good graces. Only then could I finally get to my office, followed by the few of the people Palpatine trusted. From my brief exposure to a few of them, they were competent, if flawed, creatures who would need careful management.

One of them was particularly interesting and potentially incredibly useful. She was also one of the two people in the room who had any idea who and what Palpatine was.

Sly Moore was a striking slim Umbaran woman. Her fascinating shadow cloak hid her figure, and it blended well with her pale skin in the twilight of my office. She looked unusually animated at our arrival.

Moore was for most intents and purposes Sidious' creation, who he built up from the ground as a loyal, and more than a bit obsessed minion. She was aware that a lot of her suffering before he 'rescued' her was his fault, though the cheeky bastard was able to shift the blame to Plagueis as his master, and Maul as a blunt instrument who obeyed the Dark Lord of the Sith.

Due to her special talent she was aware I was different, yet during our brief meeting before I had to leave for Naboo, it appeared Sly didn't care. I was enough of Sidious for her taste, and I did promise her an explanation. A reward too, for being a bad girl.

"Tragically, Valorum's Staff Aide resigned." Moore purred and happily waved a data pad at us.

"Good work, my dear." My smile matched her own. "Sate, take a seat and report. I trust we can speak freely here?"

"We made sure of it. Twenty-four bugs from at least fifteen different groups were in the office." Sly's smile vanished. "Valorum's staff is useless. All but his little aide worked for anyone but him." Sly pouted. "We'll have our work cut out for us trying to keep you safe, Sheev."

"Yet she still had enough dirty laundry for you to blackmail her." I pointed out.

I sat in the Chancellor's chair in this office before. Nevertheless, the sensation of power and accomplishment of being here was something else.

Sly's white eyes sparkled in mischief.

"You taught me well."

All Palpy taught her was how to conceal her talents from the Jedi and use her rare talent to slip into people's heads and browse their surface thoughts. Once fully trained, she could be a terror to behold. Perhaps she could rival one of the Dread Masters in the mental arts.

"You can flirt later." Sate grumbled and sat in one of the chairs before the desk. "Unless you want to leave my report for tomorrow?"

"Work first, sadly. What do you have for me?"

Sly pouted and jumped off the desk, then sashayed to the large one-way window made of transparent metal behind me.

"I have files one who held the leash of Valorum's staff. Now that you're here and Sly is ready to become your Staff Aide, we can properly clean up the house. All I could do as your new security adviser was clean up this residence. You need a competent security detail you can trust."

For all his issues, this was why I liked Pestage. He was a no-nonsense ruthless bastard. More importantly, he was competent and would have fit right in with the better parts of Imperial Intelligence.

"We're going to raise a scandal and use it to purge the current security teams supposed to keep us in one piece. Sly, I'll need your help to screen new candidates. For the time being, I want a small reliable team we can vet and keep loyal. The Judicial Forces can deal with outer security for events, public speeches, and such. However, we need this place and my office at the Senate to be secure, so we can talk freely."

"We'll see to it." State pulled a small data pad from his sleeve and tapped a note. "Next, I've put out quiet feelers. If anything surfaces about Fett or his clan, we'll know. As you pointed out, boss, we need to know if he gets into trouble or pulls something predictably Mandalorian."

"That's what I like to hear. Damask Holdings?"

"Narro Sienar is ready to take the reins. He is on board with the covert plan we have in place."

In a nutshell, among other things, Damask Holdings would aid in my attempts to remilitarize the Republic and build a small federal military loyal to the Office of the Chancellor. Ideally, that fellow, alongside the Clone Army, would serve as the core for a good Republic military and my future personal guard. Eventually, we would see if Narro could be persuaded to back the plan for the Empire or if we would need to keep him in the dark until it was too late to stop it.

"Excellent. Sly, dear, as one of your first official tasks as my Staff Aide, please organize a very public changing of the guard for Damask Holding. Make sure we milk the sympathy for my unlamented mentor for all it's worth."

Moore turned around and handed me a data pad.

"I need to become your Staff Aide first. Unless you think I've been a naughty girl?"

A biometric and DNA scan later, I digitally signed the necessary documents. As of this moment, Sly was my de-facto chief of staff. This immediately made her one of the Republic's most powerful and influential people.

"Are you happy now?"

She shivered and looked between me and the data pad with wide eyes.

One of her kinks was power. She desired it, and it made her extremely hot and bothered.

"You two are like hormonal teenagers!" Sate grumbled and got up. "We'll cover the rest tomorrow."

As soon as he left the office and the door slid behind him, Sly deftly unclasped her cloak, revealing flawless pale skin in stark contrast with midnight black silk underwear.

=Sly Moore sex scene=

Chancellor's office

Palace of the Republic

Coruscant

Sly's cloak pooled around her ankles, and she nimbly stepped out of it.

"I've been a very naughty girl, Sheev." She slowly knelt in front of my chair, giving me a great view of her black stockings, wet panties, and the black bra holding her firm breasts in place. Her lidded white eyes stared up at me. "Blackmail to get close to you. For power," She moaned and squeezed her breasts.

My mask lightly cracked as I leaned forward and gently grasped her chin. The contact was enough to let her feel my hidden power, making her eyes roll in ecstasy. I could feel her emotions almost as if they were my own—the heat between her thighs, the coiling arousal that made her muscles clench.

"There's nothing quite like power, is there?" I asked and slowly pulled her up.

Sly looked in confusion at me.

"Turn around," I told her. She quickly obeyed and gasped when I pulled her into my lap. I leaned back, so her head was nested against my shoulder, and my lips were next to her ear.

"Such a naughty girl," I whispered. "Naughty girls deserve rewards."

I squeezed a breast, enjoying how firm yet full and soft it was. My other hand went lower, and my fingers rubbed her toned stomach, even as my arm held her in place. A sensual moan escaped Sly's lips.

"Yes, they do… So do naughty Chancellors." She eagerly moved her legs, rubbing her ass over my crotch. That was more than enough to get me at attention after so long not getting laid.

My fingers slipped under the silky material of her bra, and I toyed with a stiff hard nipple. Our emotions and arousal resonated, enhancing what we both felt. I lowered my other hand and cupped her sex before rubbing it through her ruined panties. Sly buckled in my grasp and nearly became undone as I sucked the junction between her neck and shoulder.

"More!" Sly begged.

"How can I resist?" I chuckled and rubbed her sex faster, focusing on the hard nub above her folds. At the same time, I tweaked her nipple between my fingers, toying with it. "The things I'm going to do to you tonight…." The dark promise in my voice pushed her over the edge. She came all over my fingers with a loud, sensual moan.

The after-shocks of her orgasm almost made me come on the spot. My dick did its best to break through my pants, seeking the delicious heat above. I shifted and got up, pushing Sly with me. She squealed as she got on unsteady feet, shaking on her heels. My hands roved over her body, feeling her flushed skin, and pulled away her silk bra. If anything, her arousal got hotter, and my dick felt like durasteel ready to shatter.

I turned her around and caught her lips with mine. Sly's taste was like no other woman I'd kissed before merging with Palpatine. It was metallic, yet sweet, an acquired taste I found I couldn't get enough of. Our tongues dueled, and as I guided her back towards the desk, her hand found my erection and squeezed.

"By the Force, woman!" I broke the kiss and rasped.

Sly had a wicked grin on her face. She pushed me back so she could kneel between me and the desk. Her hands tugged at my belt, and I quickly helped her. As soon as my dick was in the clear, she licked her lips and engulfed its tip.

Kriff me, I came then and there, our mixed arousal and her hot mouth proving too much for my control. My hands went for her bald head and held it in place. I had to struggle with my shaking fingers not to squeeze. Her tongue felt divine against the tip of my dick as she licked and drank every single drop. All the while, Sly stared up at me with lidded eyes. Her lips were smiling around my cock.

Pride, amusement, and burning passion reverberated through me and bounced back into Sly. I leaned down, and my hands left her head, going over her naked flushed shoulders.

"On the desk. It's reward time," I pulled her up. As soon as her breasts were in front of me, I latched on one with my mouth. My fingers played with the other while I held Sly in place with my free hand.

I could feel her arousal coiling like a snake, stoking her need. My mouth left her breast, and I trailed kisses down her toned stomach until I reached the hem of her drenched panties. I tore them off and pushed her towards the desk until her back was on it. She gasped when her hot skin touched the cool polished wood. I put her right leg on my shoulder and finally tasted her sex. That was something Palpatine hadn't deigned to do. After all, others existed to service him, not the other way around.

His loss was my gain.

Her taste was metallic and strong, strangely intoxicating. The moment my tongue entered her folds, Sly shook. The sensation recoiled between us, and my dick responded, returning to a full mast. I lapped at her like a starving man. It has been so long since I had a Force-Sensitive lover to lose myself into.

Sly's thighs buckled, and she tried to close them around my head. I kept her right leg around my shoulder, and my fingers gently rubbed her hot skin. My other hand grasped her left thigh keeping her wide open so I could get better access to her soaked sex. Pleasure and arousal mixed with barely controlled power. As much as I wanted it, I couldn't fully indulge myself. Not here, so close to the Jedi Temple.

Still, Sly eagerly responded to the power she could feel in me through our shared contact. For her, that by itself was the greatest aphrodisiac there was. Sly's back arched, and she came hard. I kept lapping her juices until she slowly calmed down.

"That…. That was different…. More…" Sly babbled.

"I promised you answers, my dear, and I'll deliver. But first…." I licked my lips and got up so I could position myself at her entrance. Her sex and stomach were still slowly contracting with delicious after-shocks when I entered her in one smooth motion. She was liquid heat, ready and welcoming.

She was mine, willingly given.

"You're mine!" I rasped as I slowly pushed into her welcoming sex.

"Yes! I'm yours! I'm forever yours! I swore myself to you!" Sly babbled. She crossed her legs behind my back, trying to push me farther inside her greedy hot sex.

I could feel her thoughts and emotions as if they were mine. She was sincere and more than a little obsessed. Sly was a real gem that needed polishing. I couldn't wait to see what she could become in time with enough training.

Sly knew my thoughts as soon as they crossed my mind and drove her over the edge again. Her sex clenched almost painfully. Trusting through its grip was pure ecstasy I hadn't felt for too damn long.

I lowered my head and sucked on a nipple, prolonging her orgasm. A few more trusts were all I could manage before our combined sensations proved too much, and I painted her insides with my seed. Sly grasped me as if she was drowning and held me close until we gradually calmed down.

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