Part Seventeen: The Emperor's Arrival
Darth Curly, Viceroy Rhonda and Commander Nadine stood in the docking bay of the Trade Federation Battleship flanked by an honor guard of battle droids as a small, black shuttle landed before them. The three of them kneeled as the gang plank opened up and a tall, black-robed figure descended from the mouth of the shuttle.
The Sith Emperor stood before them and Viceroy Rhonda glanced up slightly to examine her benefactor and Darth Curly's master. The dark lord's entire body was covered by the dark black robes and a hood that covered all but the narrow, thin-lipped mouth, which was curled up into an unpleasant sort-of smile. The only other noticable features about the Sith Lord was the fact that he had thin, almost girlish hands and was also very thin.
"Rise, my servants," the Sith Emperor commanded, with a wave of his hand.
As they did so, Viceroy Rhonda was afforded a better view of the Sith Master's black robes, which she found quite tacky and unfasionable. Nadine shot her a glance and tapped on the FASION POLICE TICKETS on her clipboard. Rhonda's eyes widened in horror and quickly shook her head, remembering what happenes to those who displease or disrespects the Dark Lords of the Sith.
"The Force is with us, my master," Darth Curly said, smiling evily.
"Indeed," Agreed the Sith Emperor. "Everything appears to be going exactly as planned." The Emperor looked over at Darth Curly and smiled even more slightly, "Now I sense that you are eager to continue your search for young Skywalker and Senator Helga."
"Yes, my master," Darth Curly said, smiling in anticipation.
The Sith Emperor chuckled, it was a very cruel sound. "Patience, Lord Curly. Soon, we shall crush the Jedi and conquer the Galaxy, as well as have a new ally in our cause."
The Sith Lord turned to Commander Nadine. "Is the conversion device ready, commander?"
Commander Nadine nodded, "Yes, your highness. The final parts are being added as we speak."
The Sith Emperor smiled beneath the hooded robes, "Very good. How long till we reach Tatooine?"
"One hour, your highness."
"Excellent," the Sith Lord nodded.
Suddenly, another officer dressed in the same dull grayish uniform as Commander Nadine's appeared. Viceroy Rhonda looked at the approaching officer and thought to herself, I really need to have those uniforms redesigned, they are just too plain for my tastes.
The officer, Lieutenant Iggy bowed before his superiors.
"What is it, Lienutanat?" Viceroy Rhonda snapped impatiently at the underling.
"Viceroy, subspace news transmissions have just reported...well, it seems that the Chancellor Olga has been kidnaped." The incrudious officer explained.
Now both Viceroy Rhonda and Commander Nadine looked incrudiously at the Lieutenant. Rhonda turned to look at the Sith Lords. Darth Curly smiled an amused sort-of smile, as if he knew some sort of personal secret.
"Interesting," smiled the Emperor, the shadowy figure's thin lips formed into a neutral sort-of smile. "Then everything appears to be going as planned."
Rhonda blinked, surprised and a bit taken aback. They kidnapped the Chancellor of the Republic?! This was insanity! How could they have pulled that off alone? The Chancellor was protected by numerous security personel. It was impossible.
Just then, the Emperor's hooded face turned to her and Rhonda saw a knowing smile cross the Dark Lord's face. Surely they can't read minds too? She thought to herself. Then again, the only thing she actually knew about The Force was that it somehow worked, beyond that, there was no telling just how many powers these Sith Lords posessed.
"T-this is lunacy," Lieutenant Iggy suddenly spoke up, his voice betraying his anxiety. "The Republic will not sit still for this! This is treason! If we are caught, then we are finished! We..."
The rebellious officer's fears were cut short when the Sith Emperor turned towards Lieutenant Iggy, raised a hand and lightning bolts shot from the long, white fingertips.
Iggy screamed and fell to the floor, his hair smoking softly. The smell of ozone and charred flesh filled the cargo bay. He was still alive, but laying prone on the floor and sobbing out of fear and pain.
"Viceroy, I don't this stunted slime to pass within my sight again," The Sith Emperor said, in a flat, unforgiving tone with absolutely no hint of remourse, or pity.
"Y-yes, your highness," Viceroy Rhonda said, bowing slightly, but not taking her eyes away from the pitiful officer who lay near death because he dared anger a Sith Lord. The lesson was painfully clear, there was no room for failure in this endeavor.
Commander Nadine walked forward and asked respectfully, also glancing down a moment at Iggy. "Your highness, about the conversion aparatus, well, there's no real way to know if the subject would even survive the procedure. I mean, altering a human mind is difficult enough in an unwilling subject, but a strong willed person could be brain damaged by the procedure."
The Emperor smiled coldly under the hooded cloak. "I am aware of these facts, commander. However, rest assured that I have planned for this particular aspect."
"How, my master," Darth Curly asked, curiously.
The Sith Emperor explained, in a very quiet voice, "When young Senator Helga's powers were awakened on Naboo, I also sensed something else, something I felt which triggered her powers intensity." A small, cold smile appeared on the hidden face.
"What was it, master?" Darth Curly asked. "What did you sense."
"The means through which we shall put our so to be new apprentace in the proper frame of mind," The Emperor said simply.
"Which is?" Darth Curly asked, now impaticently.
"Why, the pain of loss, my young apprentace," the Emperor said, smiling malevolently. "There's nothing like the pain of a lost loved one to bring out the Dark Side in someone."
The entire docking bay was filled with the echoing sound of the malevolent and sadistic laugh of the Sith Emperor.
To Be Continued...
Uh oh! This doesn't sound good, huh? Coming up soon, the identity of the Sith Emperor and a fateful lightsaber duel...I promise, Arnold will not lose a hand! Sorry about not posting till now, been busy, more parts will follow very soon! I promise! -DarthRoden
Darth Curly, Viceroy Rhonda and Commander Nadine stood in the docking bay of the Trade Federation Battleship flanked by an honor guard of battle droids as a small, black shuttle landed before them. The three of them kneeled as the gang plank opened up and a tall, black-robed figure descended from the mouth of the shuttle.
The Sith Emperor stood before them and Viceroy Rhonda glanced up slightly to examine her benefactor and Darth Curly's master. The dark lord's entire body was covered by the dark black robes and a hood that covered all but the narrow, thin-lipped mouth, which was curled up into an unpleasant sort-of smile. The only other noticable features about the Sith Lord was the fact that he had thin, almost girlish hands and was also very thin.
"Rise, my servants," the Sith Emperor commanded, with a wave of his hand.
As they did so, Viceroy Rhonda was afforded a better view of the Sith Master's black robes, which she found quite tacky and unfasionable. Nadine shot her a glance and tapped on the FASION POLICE TICKETS on her clipboard. Rhonda's eyes widened in horror and quickly shook her head, remembering what happenes to those who displease or disrespects the Dark Lords of the Sith.
"The Force is with us, my master," Darth Curly said, smiling evily.
"Indeed," Agreed the Sith Emperor. "Everything appears to be going exactly as planned." The Emperor looked over at Darth Curly and smiled even more slightly, "Now I sense that you are eager to continue your search for young Skywalker and Senator Helga."
"Yes, my master," Darth Curly said, smiling in anticipation.
The Sith Emperor chuckled, it was a very cruel sound. "Patience, Lord Curly. Soon, we shall crush the Jedi and conquer the Galaxy, as well as have a new ally in our cause."
The Sith Lord turned to Commander Nadine. "Is the conversion device ready, commander?"
Commander Nadine nodded, "Yes, your highness. The final parts are being added as we speak."
The Sith Emperor smiled beneath the hooded robes, "Very good. How long till we reach Tatooine?"
"One hour, your highness."
"Excellent," the Sith Lord nodded.
Suddenly, another officer dressed in the same dull grayish uniform as Commander Nadine's appeared. Viceroy Rhonda looked at the approaching officer and thought to herself, I really need to have those uniforms redesigned, they are just too plain for my tastes.
The officer, Lieutenant Iggy bowed before his superiors.
"What is it, Lienutanat?" Viceroy Rhonda snapped impatiently at the underling.
"Viceroy, subspace news transmissions have just reported...well, it seems that the Chancellor Olga has been kidnaped." The incrudious officer explained.
Now both Viceroy Rhonda and Commander Nadine looked incrudiously at the Lieutenant. Rhonda turned to look at the Sith Lords. Darth Curly smiled an amused sort-of smile, as if he knew some sort of personal secret.
"Interesting," smiled the Emperor, the shadowy figure's thin lips formed into a neutral sort-of smile. "Then everything appears to be going as planned."
Rhonda blinked, surprised and a bit taken aback. They kidnapped the Chancellor of the Republic?! This was insanity! How could they have pulled that off alone? The Chancellor was protected by numerous security personel. It was impossible.
Just then, the Emperor's hooded face turned to her and Rhonda saw a knowing smile cross the Dark Lord's face. Surely they can't read minds too? She thought to herself. Then again, the only thing she actually knew about The Force was that it somehow worked, beyond that, there was no telling just how many powers these Sith Lords posessed.
"T-this is lunacy," Lieutenant Iggy suddenly spoke up, his voice betraying his anxiety. "The Republic will not sit still for this! This is treason! If we are caught, then we are finished! We..."
The rebellious officer's fears were cut short when the Sith Emperor turned towards Lieutenant Iggy, raised a hand and lightning bolts shot from the long, white fingertips.
Iggy screamed and fell to the floor, his hair smoking softly. The smell of ozone and charred flesh filled the cargo bay. He was still alive, but laying prone on the floor and sobbing out of fear and pain.
"Viceroy, I don't this stunted slime to pass within my sight again," The Sith Emperor said, in a flat, unforgiving tone with absolutely no hint of remourse, or pity.
"Y-yes, your highness," Viceroy Rhonda said, bowing slightly, but not taking her eyes away from the pitiful officer who lay near death because he dared anger a Sith Lord. The lesson was painfully clear, there was no room for failure in this endeavor.
Commander Nadine walked forward and asked respectfully, also glancing down a moment at Iggy. "Your highness, about the conversion aparatus, well, there's no real way to know if the subject would even survive the procedure. I mean, altering a human mind is difficult enough in an unwilling subject, but a strong willed person could be brain damaged by the procedure."
The Emperor smiled coldly under the hooded cloak. "I am aware of these facts, commander. However, rest assured that I have planned for this particular aspect."
"How, my master," Darth Curly asked, curiously.
The Sith Emperor explained, in a very quiet voice, "When young Senator Helga's powers were awakened on Naboo, I also sensed something else, something I felt which triggered her powers intensity." A small, cold smile appeared on the hidden face.
"What was it, master?" Darth Curly asked. "What did you sense."
"The means through which we shall put our so to be new apprentace in the proper frame of mind," The Emperor said simply.
"Which is?" Darth Curly asked, now impaticently.
"Why, the pain of loss, my young apprentace," the Emperor said, smiling malevolently. "There's nothing like the pain of a lost loved one to bring out the Dark Side in someone."
The entire docking bay was filled with the echoing sound of the malevolent and sadistic laugh of the Sith Emperor.
To Be Continued...
Uh oh! This doesn't sound good, huh? Coming up soon, the identity of the Sith Emperor and a fateful lightsaber duel...I promise, Arnold will not lose a hand! Sorry about not posting till now, been busy, more parts will follow very soon! I promise! -DarthRoden