Notes: This chapter presents a darker side of the Force, the one that the Emperor Palpatine sees. We all know the Force has a dark side and a light side…
Even the most corrupt of My children have My blessing, you know. You, above all people, should see that. Even after all these years of destruction, slaughter, and tyranny, you can still reach out and touch My essence… you can still sense what's going on systems away, and your gift with My lightning has not diminished. Your body had grown feeble through years of My corrupting influence, but you traded health away when you gave your soul to Me. Isn't that right, Emperor? Didn't you swear your life away to Me?
Look at those you've trained. Look at those who have helped you on your rise to power. Who, then, is more powerful than Me? There are none. You know I could crush them all like ants on a whim. I gave you life, and I can take it away. I give you your strength, and if you displease Me, I can rescind My gifts. That would leave you in quite a mess, wouldn't it? Don't make Me unhappy, Great Lord of the Sith. Don't underestimate Me.
Ah yes, an excellent question. If I do not take sides, how can you displease Me? What could you, an insignificant worm, possibly do to Me? That's a simple question to answer. What displeases Me is your lack of faith in Me. Of late you've become quite independent. You forget who blessed you with your power in the first place. Without Me you would not be an Emperor. You would be just another worm crawling blindly through life.
And that, my dead Emperor, is why you will die. No, it's not because you've failed Me; you carried out My dark purposes better than I expected you to. It's simply because you've grown too big for your boots, so to speak. You have forgotten the root of your power. See, now, your pet assassin draws near. I once spoke to him through goodness, but you ripped that away. See what you've created? Ironic, is it not? Your own creation will be your destruction. See him approach, my dead Palpatine. See his black gloves extended, reaching for you. You've failed to kill the Child of Goodness. It wasn't through anyone's fault but yours, Emperor. You upset Me, and so I'm having you disposed of. Isn't that what you did to your minions? Goodbye, my Child…
End Notes: The next chapter is still up to you… I've gotten a request for Qui-Gon, and that's who'll be next, unless I get another majority. So, review away…