Part Twenty: The Phantom Menace Revealed!
Inside the massive throne room where Master Phoebe was imprisoned, chained to the wall near the bottom steps that led to a large throne next to a round window, which showed passing stars traveling in light speed, Phoebe was struggling to free herself from the chains that restrained both of her arms.
This at least was far better than the torture that Darth Curly subjected her to before on that suspension platform, while he subjected her to his worst corrupted uses of The Force.
Had she been able to use The Force, removing the chains would have been next to nothing for her, but the energy collar secured tightly around her neck prevented it. One of Darth Curly's inventions no doubt. The collar would let out a very nasty shock at even the smallest use of The Force.
All Phoebe could do was watch as the construction droids finished the hated apparatus they would use to rob Helga of her identity and turn her to the Dark Side.
It was all Phoebe could do not to be sad. She prayed silently that Gerald made it to Tatooine before the Sith and their Trade Federation puppets arrived, prayed that Arnold and Helga were warned of the danger before it was too late.
Suddenly, the massive entrance doors opened.
Phoebe turned and saw the Sith Emperor walk in, followed closely by Darth Curly and Viceroy Rhonda. She could still feel emotions and feelings through the Force and the amount of evil she felt from the black-hooded Sith Emperor shocked even her.
The Sith Emperor smiled coldly at Phoebe, as the dark lord's mouth was all that was visible under the hood. The smile was twisted in sarcastic, humor. "Well, well, well," the hooded villian said, smugness oozing off of the words. "Master Phoebe, the leader of the Jedi Council and legendary lightsaber fighter. It is so charming to see you again."
Phoebe blinked, "Again you say? Remember you, I do not."
The Sith Emperor smiled very amused now. "Oh yes, where are my manners. I am known as Darth Sidious, Emperor of the soon to be Galactic Empire."
"Pardon me if I do not bow, your highness." Phoebe said, sarcasm dripping from her lips as she glared at the monster before her.
The Sith Emperor merely smiled wider, and said, "I see...charming to the last, Master Phoebe."
Then the doors opened again and Commander Nadine entered, along with another figure, a large creature that looked alot like a slug. Patty The Hutt. Viceroy Rhonda regarded the visitor with a look of utter disdain.
Commander Nadine turned to the Sith Emperor and bowed, then said, "Emperor, we have dropped out of light speed and entered the Tatooine System. We will be in orbit of Tatooine in moments. Patty The Hutt has also arrived to give a progress report. Also..." She hesitated.
Darth Curly frowned and said, "What is it?"
Shaking in fear and bringing an apprehensive hand to her throat, Commander Nadine added, "Comscans have just shown a Jedi fightership enter the atmosphere near the other side of the planet."
Phoebe looked away at the window just then, looking at the planet now visible with hope. Gerald!
Darth Curly smiled coldly. "Ah! Master Windu it seems has finally arrived to make out little party complete."
Nadine continued, "We also have a report from Harold Fett on Skywalker's and the Senator's location, and Patty The Hutt's troops are prepared to attack the Jedi's farm."
The Sith Emperor smiled, "Very good, Commander. Prepare your assault forces to capture them."
Commander Nadine bowed and quickly left the room.
The Dark Lord then turned to Patty the Hutt, who stood there (for lack of a better term). "So," the Sith Emperor said pleasantly, but still coldly. "I trust that you are on schedule with your assigned projects?"
Patty the Hutt looked pleased with herself. "I am, your highness. As of right now, a force of five hundred-thousand battle droids are complete with well over a million more on the way. All they need are the transports that Viceroy Rhonda must provide."
Phoebe listened in shock. Five hundred-thousand battle droids?! That was enough to conquer half the galaxy. And more of a shock, they were doing all here, on Tatooine, right under the nose of the Republic? How?
As if reading her mind, the Sith Emperor turned back to her and the hooded figure smiled under the cloak. "Ah, I see that you are somewhat impressed by the scope of my plans, Master Phoebe. For almost a year now, the Trade Federation has been assisting me in our mutural goal of Galactic conquest by suppling parts and laborers to construct an army greater than that of the Republic's own forces. In only a matter of a few days, we will have enough to begin the takeover of the republic. Hundreds of planets will fall to our forces."
Phoebe frowned disdainfully. "The fool you are, Sith Lord," she said the title disdainfully. "Do you honestly think that the Galactic Republic will allow you to start tearing planets away from it? As soon as you leave this planet, the Republic's forces will see you and make plans to stop you, they will."
The Sith Emperor began to laugh with sadistic glee at the small Jedi. "Oh I don't believe so. At this very moment all of the Republics forces are busy searching for the missing Supreme Chancellor, who somehow seemed to have gone missing."
The Emperor and Darth Curly seemed to share a secret smile between themselves over that.
Master Phoebe looked at them, a small scowl on her face. "How did you manage to kidnap the Chancellor?"
The Sith Emperor smiled a cold, evil smile of amusement underneath the dark hooded cloak. "Yes, I do believe that it is time to reveal our secrets..." Suddenly the dark aura around the Sith Lord diminished slightly and Phoebe began to sense something vagely familiar...
Then it it her. With startling absolute clarity it came to her.
"N-no!" She whispered in frozen terror.
She stared wide-eyed with horror at the Sith master, who spoke again...this time in a more familiar, more feminine voice.
"Yes Master Pheobe, no more secrets." the Sith Emperor removed the hood.
Everyone in the room except Darth Curly expressed shock at the sight of the person before them.
Supreme Chancellor Olga, elected leader of the Galactic Republic...and Dark Emperor of the Sith...looked at the small Jedi Master, a purely malevolent look on her once pleasant face.
She giggled, it wasent a pleasant sound. Too high strung and full of preverse amusement.
"My, you should see the looks on all of your faces," She told them smiling a dark smile.
She turned to Commander Nadine.
"Commander, go down with an assault force and capture Senator Helga. Be sure to set your weapons to stun, I want her alive."
Nadine bowed and walked out of the room.
Darth Curly spoke up just then, "With your permission, your highness, I would also like to join the attack and finish off Arnold Skywalker and Gerald Windu myself."
"Of course, Lord Curly," Olga smiled with cold amusement. "Far be it to deprive you of a little fun." With a gesture, the Sith Emperor dismissed Darth Curly.
"Soon, my dear Master Phoebe, this entire galaxy will be mine, the Jedi will be crushed, and my dear baby sister will understand the true purity and nature of the Dark Side of the Force!"
Phoebe, through her shock and suprise, had only one thing to think about that. 'Not if Gerald and Arnold have anything to say about it!"
To be Continued...
Let's hope she's right huh?
Sorry about not updating in a while, the biggest mistake since Greedo shoothing first, I know...but now this story will soon be on the fast track now, I promise! Read and Review! -DarthRoden (aka. Carl)
Inside the massive throne room where Master Phoebe was imprisoned, chained to the wall near the bottom steps that led to a large throne next to a round window, which showed passing stars traveling in light speed, Phoebe was struggling to free herself from the chains that restrained both of her arms.
This at least was far better than the torture that Darth Curly subjected her to before on that suspension platform, while he subjected her to his worst corrupted uses of The Force.
Had she been able to use The Force, removing the chains would have been next to nothing for her, but the energy collar secured tightly around her neck prevented it. One of Darth Curly's inventions no doubt. The collar would let out a very nasty shock at even the smallest use of The Force.
All Phoebe could do was watch as the construction droids finished the hated apparatus they would use to rob Helga of her identity and turn her to the Dark Side.
It was all Phoebe could do not to be sad. She prayed silently that Gerald made it to Tatooine before the Sith and their Trade Federation puppets arrived, prayed that Arnold and Helga were warned of the danger before it was too late.
Suddenly, the massive entrance doors opened.
Phoebe turned and saw the Sith Emperor walk in, followed closely by Darth Curly and Viceroy Rhonda. She could still feel emotions and feelings through the Force and the amount of evil she felt from the black-hooded Sith Emperor shocked even her.
The Sith Emperor smiled coldly at Phoebe, as the dark lord's mouth was all that was visible under the hood. The smile was twisted in sarcastic, humor. "Well, well, well," the hooded villian said, smugness oozing off of the words. "Master Phoebe, the leader of the Jedi Council and legendary lightsaber fighter. It is so charming to see you again."
Phoebe blinked, "Again you say? Remember you, I do not."
The Sith Emperor smiled very amused now. "Oh yes, where are my manners. I am known as Darth Sidious, Emperor of the soon to be Galactic Empire."
"Pardon me if I do not bow, your highness." Phoebe said, sarcasm dripping from her lips as she glared at the monster before her.
The Sith Emperor merely smiled wider, and said, "I see...charming to the last, Master Phoebe."
Then the doors opened again and Commander Nadine entered, along with another figure, a large creature that looked alot like a slug. Patty The Hutt. Viceroy Rhonda regarded the visitor with a look of utter disdain.
Commander Nadine turned to the Sith Emperor and bowed, then said, "Emperor, we have dropped out of light speed and entered the Tatooine System. We will be in orbit of Tatooine in moments. Patty The Hutt has also arrived to give a progress report. Also..." She hesitated.
Darth Curly frowned and said, "What is it?"
Shaking in fear and bringing an apprehensive hand to her throat, Commander Nadine added, "Comscans have just shown a Jedi fightership enter the atmosphere near the other side of the planet."
Phoebe looked away at the window just then, looking at the planet now visible with hope. Gerald!
Darth Curly smiled coldly. "Ah! Master Windu it seems has finally arrived to make out little party complete."
Nadine continued, "We also have a report from Harold Fett on Skywalker's and the Senator's location, and Patty The Hutt's troops are prepared to attack the Jedi's farm."
The Sith Emperor smiled, "Very good, Commander. Prepare your assault forces to capture them."
Commander Nadine bowed and quickly left the room.
The Dark Lord then turned to Patty the Hutt, who stood there (for lack of a better term). "So," the Sith Emperor said pleasantly, but still coldly. "I trust that you are on schedule with your assigned projects?"
Patty the Hutt looked pleased with herself. "I am, your highness. As of right now, a force of five hundred-thousand battle droids are complete with well over a million more on the way. All they need are the transports that Viceroy Rhonda must provide."
Phoebe listened in shock. Five hundred-thousand battle droids?! That was enough to conquer half the galaxy. And more of a shock, they were doing all here, on Tatooine, right under the nose of the Republic? How?
As if reading her mind, the Sith Emperor turned back to her and the hooded figure smiled under the cloak. "Ah, I see that you are somewhat impressed by the scope of my plans, Master Phoebe. For almost a year now, the Trade Federation has been assisting me in our mutural goal of Galactic conquest by suppling parts and laborers to construct an army greater than that of the Republic's own forces. In only a matter of a few days, we will have enough to begin the takeover of the republic. Hundreds of planets will fall to our forces."
Phoebe frowned disdainfully. "The fool you are, Sith Lord," she said the title disdainfully. "Do you honestly think that the Galactic Republic will allow you to start tearing planets away from it? As soon as you leave this planet, the Republic's forces will see you and make plans to stop you, they will."
The Sith Emperor began to laugh with sadistic glee at the small Jedi. "Oh I don't believe so. At this very moment all of the Republics forces are busy searching for the missing Supreme Chancellor, who somehow seemed to have gone missing."
The Emperor and Darth Curly seemed to share a secret smile between themselves over that.
Master Phoebe looked at them, a small scowl on her face. "How did you manage to kidnap the Chancellor?"
The Sith Emperor smiled a cold, evil smile of amusement underneath the dark hooded cloak. "Yes, I do believe that it is time to reveal our secrets..." Suddenly the dark aura around the Sith Lord diminished slightly and Phoebe began to sense something vagely familiar...
Then it it her. With startling absolute clarity it came to her.
"N-no!" She whispered in frozen terror.
She stared wide-eyed with horror at the Sith master, who spoke again...this time in a more familiar, more feminine voice.
"Yes Master Pheobe, no more secrets." the Sith Emperor removed the hood.
Everyone in the room except Darth Curly expressed shock at the sight of the person before them.
Supreme Chancellor Olga, elected leader of the Galactic Republic...and Dark Emperor of the Sith...looked at the small Jedi Master, a purely malevolent look on her once pleasant face.
She giggled, it wasent a pleasant sound. Too high strung and full of preverse amusement.
"My, you should see the looks on all of your faces," She told them smiling a dark smile.
She turned to Commander Nadine.
"Commander, go down with an assault force and capture Senator Helga. Be sure to set your weapons to stun, I want her alive."
Nadine bowed and walked out of the room.
Darth Curly spoke up just then, "With your permission, your highness, I would also like to join the attack and finish off Arnold Skywalker and Gerald Windu myself."
"Of course, Lord Curly," Olga smiled with cold amusement. "Far be it to deprive you of a little fun." With a gesture, the Sith Emperor dismissed Darth Curly.
"Soon, my dear Master Phoebe, this entire galaxy will be mine, the Jedi will be crushed, and my dear baby sister will understand the true purity and nature of the Dark Side of the Force!"
Phoebe, through her shock and suprise, had only one thing to think about that. 'Not if Gerald and Arnold have anything to say about it!"
To be Continued...
Let's hope she's right huh?
Sorry about not updating in a while, the biggest mistake since Greedo shoothing first, I know...but now this story will soon be on the fast track now, I promise! Read and Review! -DarthRoden (aka. Carl)