Part 25: Olga Gloats
Patty the Hutt's palace was a large, gray metal structure overlooking nothing but desert area. Built on a small rock formation surrounded on all sides by sand dunes and large stone mounds, it was the perfect defensive position. Around the palace, over a dozen Trade Federation Transprt Ships stood, preparing to load the large columns of thousands of Super Battle Droids which would be ready to carry out the command of their master: Conquest of the Galactic Republic.
Above the palace, pearched on top of the largest tower of the castle, was the Trade Federation Battleship, overlooking the whole process.
From the circular window of her throne room, Emperor Olga..formerly Chancellor Olga of the Galactic Republic, looked down on all of it, dark pleasure evident on her face. The Dark Side was growing ever stronger, soon she would acquire power to control the lives of those who dwelt throughout the entire galaxy and satsify her desires for the destruction of those who stood in her way. A power denied her as an elected President of the Galactic Republic...but as Emperor, she would have total say so.
She'd done it all on her own cunning also.
Idly, the Sith Emperor thought back to the days when she was little more than a young woman, a wind-up doll for her parents. She frowned, sure they were proud of her, even loved her more than their own youngest daughter, her sister....but she'd always wanted more. It was a desire that had been a part of her since she could remember.
So on that remarkable day that Olga discovered her remarkable powers to control The Force and realized the potential at her literal fingertips, she realized that she now has the beginnings of a way to get what she wanted.
Everything!
She recalled with some degree of amusement how her father said she should learn to use her powers responsibly, to help and serve others...what a joke.
Olga knew that the only things that mattered in this universe was getting what she wanted, when she wanted it, and to do so no matter what others thought...and to deal with those who stood in her way decisively.
Her father had escaped her retribution when she realized that he would be a threat. He'd been very wise to hide from her and to not try to contact his wife or other daughter. Now it seemed quite ironic that he should happen to turn up at the moment of her greatest triumph. The conquest of the whole Galaxy, the unstoppable power to control the wills of everyone within the same galaxy, and the corruption of his birth daughter and her own dear baby sister to the Dark Side of the Force.
Emperor Olga smiled coldly in gleeful anticipation. No longer was she the little wind-up doll...now she was the master!
The doors to the throne room opened up and Viceroy Rhonda appeared with Patty The Hutt and four battle droids escorting Master Phoebe. Binders bound the small Jedi's ahnds and the powerful Force restraint collar was attached uncomfortably tight around her neck.
Emperor Olga smiled a gloating smile. "Why Master Phoebe, so good of you to join my in our hour of triumph!" Phoebe simply glared at her. Olga smiled more, she really hadn't expected a response, nor particularly cared for any.
Viceroy Rhonda bowed then said, "Your highness, if I may ask, why do you want this Jedi scum in your presence?"
Olga looked at her in mild surprise, "Why, my dear Viceroy, the best thing in your hour of glory is to be able to gloat to your conquered enemies in their faces. Really, I am surprised at you."
Rhonda only smiled and bowed more. "You are so wise, my Emperor, and such a fabulious dresser too." The truth was Rhonda thought those black robes were terribly tacky, but she learned one important rule a long time ago: It never hurts to suck up to the boss.
Olga knew Rhonda was lying of course, but smiled at her simply. "Thank you for such a lovely sentiment, Viceroy. I promise you, your rewards for you loyal service to me will be great." In reality, the moment that she conquered the galaxy, Viceroy Rhonda and Commander Nadine will have outlived their usefullnes to her.
Pity, she thought to herself. Both of them are very good lackies, but the Force isn't particularly strong in either of them. Oh well.
Viceroy Rhonda, oblivious to the lie, smiled widenly at the prospect of the riches she believed were due to her.
Now, Olga turned all of her attention to the bulk that was Patty the Hutt, and the look she gave her made even the battle droids guarding Phoebe cringe with fear, and they were supposedly designed without emotions.
"You, on the other hand, Patty, have failed me!" She spat. "You allowed Gerald Windu and Skywalker's family to escape!"
Patty the Hutt looked very worried now, and bowed her head. "Please, your highness! I-I didn't mean to fail you! Please except my humble and most sincere apologies."
They were elequently spoken words...and they would be the last ones Patty the Hutt ever spoke.
Olga raised both of her hands and fired Force lightning bolts from her fingertips.
Phoebe looked on at this final corruption of The Force with anger and sorrow. She felt badly for Patty the Hutt as well, who'd wasted her existence on petty desires, now reaping the ultimate fate for her poor choice.
By the time Olga was done, little remained of Patty the Hutt but a burned husk of a body that was barely recognizable as human.
Olga looked at what was left of Patty and said simply, "Appology accepted" She then jestured to two of the battle droids to clean up the mess.
Rhonda's communicator beeped. She looked at it and smiled. "Your highness, Lord Curly reports that he has arrived with a couple of guests and is requesting an audience with you."
Olga smiled with barely restrained glee. She already knew of Helga's capture and was surprised (if that was still possible for her) the learn that her long missing father had also been captured.
She sat down upon her throne and nodded, "Permission granted." She was looking oh so forward to this meeting.
To Be Continued...
Next up, a plan of attack and Helga makes her ultimate decision! Stay tuned! Dont miss it! D.R.
Patty the Hutt's palace was a large, gray metal structure overlooking nothing but desert area. Built on a small rock formation surrounded on all sides by sand dunes and large stone mounds, it was the perfect defensive position. Around the palace, over a dozen Trade Federation Transprt Ships stood, preparing to load the large columns of thousands of Super Battle Droids which would be ready to carry out the command of their master: Conquest of the Galactic Republic.
Above the palace, pearched on top of the largest tower of the castle, was the Trade Federation Battleship, overlooking the whole process.
From the circular window of her throne room, Emperor Olga..formerly Chancellor Olga of the Galactic Republic, looked down on all of it, dark pleasure evident on her face. The Dark Side was growing ever stronger, soon she would acquire power to control the lives of those who dwelt throughout the entire galaxy and satsify her desires for the destruction of those who stood in her way. A power denied her as an elected President of the Galactic Republic...but as Emperor, she would have total say so.
She'd done it all on her own cunning also.
Idly, the Sith Emperor thought back to the days when she was little more than a young woman, a wind-up doll for her parents. She frowned, sure they were proud of her, even loved her more than their own youngest daughter, her sister....but she'd always wanted more. It was a desire that had been a part of her since she could remember.
So on that remarkable day that Olga discovered her remarkable powers to control The Force and realized the potential at her literal fingertips, she realized that she now has the beginnings of a way to get what she wanted.
Everything!
She recalled with some degree of amusement how her father said she should learn to use her powers responsibly, to help and serve others...what a joke.
Olga knew that the only things that mattered in this universe was getting what she wanted, when she wanted it, and to do so no matter what others thought...and to deal with those who stood in her way decisively.
Her father had escaped her retribution when she realized that he would be a threat. He'd been very wise to hide from her and to not try to contact his wife or other daughter. Now it seemed quite ironic that he should happen to turn up at the moment of her greatest triumph. The conquest of the whole Galaxy, the unstoppable power to control the wills of everyone within the same galaxy, and the corruption of his birth daughter and her own dear baby sister to the Dark Side of the Force.
Emperor Olga smiled coldly in gleeful anticipation. No longer was she the little wind-up doll...now she was the master!
The doors to the throne room opened up and Viceroy Rhonda appeared with Patty The Hutt and four battle droids escorting Master Phoebe. Binders bound the small Jedi's ahnds and the powerful Force restraint collar was attached uncomfortably tight around her neck.
Emperor Olga smiled a gloating smile. "Why Master Phoebe, so good of you to join my in our hour of triumph!" Phoebe simply glared at her. Olga smiled more, she really hadn't expected a response, nor particularly cared for any.
Viceroy Rhonda bowed then said, "Your highness, if I may ask, why do you want this Jedi scum in your presence?"
Olga looked at her in mild surprise, "Why, my dear Viceroy, the best thing in your hour of glory is to be able to gloat to your conquered enemies in their faces. Really, I am surprised at you."
Rhonda only smiled and bowed more. "You are so wise, my Emperor, and such a fabulious dresser too." The truth was Rhonda thought those black robes were terribly tacky, but she learned one important rule a long time ago: It never hurts to suck up to the boss.
Olga knew Rhonda was lying of course, but smiled at her simply. "Thank you for such a lovely sentiment, Viceroy. I promise you, your rewards for you loyal service to me will be great." In reality, the moment that she conquered the galaxy, Viceroy Rhonda and Commander Nadine will have outlived their usefullnes to her.
Pity, she thought to herself. Both of them are very good lackies, but the Force isn't particularly strong in either of them. Oh well.
Viceroy Rhonda, oblivious to the lie, smiled widenly at the prospect of the riches she believed were due to her.
Now, Olga turned all of her attention to the bulk that was Patty the Hutt, and the look she gave her made even the battle droids guarding Phoebe cringe with fear, and they were supposedly designed without emotions.
"You, on the other hand, Patty, have failed me!" She spat. "You allowed Gerald Windu and Skywalker's family to escape!"
Patty the Hutt looked very worried now, and bowed her head. "Please, your highness! I-I didn't mean to fail you! Please except my humble and most sincere apologies."
They were elequently spoken words...and they would be the last ones Patty the Hutt ever spoke.
Olga raised both of her hands and fired Force lightning bolts from her fingertips.
Phoebe looked on at this final corruption of The Force with anger and sorrow. She felt badly for Patty the Hutt as well, who'd wasted her existence on petty desires, now reaping the ultimate fate for her poor choice.
By the time Olga was done, little remained of Patty the Hutt but a burned husk of a body that was barely recognizable as human.
Olga looked at what was left of Patty and said simply, "Appology accepted" She then jestured to two of the battle droids to clean up the mess.
Rhonda's communicator beeped. She looked at it and smiled. "Your highness, Lord Curly reports that he has arrived with a couple of guests and is requesting an audience with you."
Olga smiled with barely restrained glee. She already knew of Helga's capture and was surprised (if that was still possible for her) the learn that her long missing father had also been captured.
She sat down upon her throne and nodded, "Permission granted." She was looking oh so forward to this meeting.
To Be Continued...
Next up, a plan of attack and Helga makes her ultimate decision! Stay tuned! Dont miss it! D.R.