"I wouldn't put all my trust in those droids of yours. They've proven they can't do well against the clones in the past, now pitting them against the Wookies might have the same outcome." Tarkin suggested.
"You really don't see the capabilities of us droids do you?" Wat asked adjusting his knobs and buttons to talk appropriately.
"I just think your time is too primitive and too into the past. We ought to be engineering, universalizing, and incorporating our ways to maximum. Lord Sidious and the Sith can keep their ancient religion and myths, but the power of the all mighty gun is more powerful than any religion, or any droid within that matter." Tarkin responded wanting to spit in Wat's face.
"You do know that one day technology and machines will get the best of you humans and once it does you'll never be able to stop it...." Wat spat back at Tarkin. Tarkin immediately gave him a mean look, biting his lip, his eyes giving off a cold stare.
"Don't be so naïve." Tarkin spat back and went to join Nute Gunray, Rune Haako, some Neimodonians, and super battle droids on a skiff.
"Bring your defenses around the outer rims of Kashykk. There we'll block them in and they'll have no place to go. Smoke them out men! Smoke them out!" Tarkin shouted to everyone involved.
The skiff carrying Nute, Rune, the Neimodonians, the super battle droids, and Tarkin took off and Nute turned to Tarkin and asked, "What of the Trandoshans? They should be here by now!" Nute protested. "All in good time my friend. All in good time." Tarkin responded back as the skiff flew low over the grades of grass and the bushes and fallen logs on the ground.
"When we see one of those big walking carpets. Let me get a shot! Nothing would be more thrilling than to shoot down one of those drooling, shaggy-haired beasts." Nute whined. "I'll get us to them don't worry my friend. Just stay put and try to pipe down for awhile." Tarkin said rolling his eyes in the back of his head.
Nute suddenly shocked by Tarkin's remark tried to protest, but Tarkin turned around his eyes changing color from a deep brown to a hellish red.
Meanwhile back on Tatooine...Anakin and Obi-Wan arrived back at the homestead fearing the worst. It was however not burned down and no bodies were found, so their fears were lessen, but somehow they knew something was wrong. Deep, deep within inside the homestead the door was left opened and the kitchen was bare and no words, or sounds, or Padme, or the droids were heard of, or seen. Odd, Anakin thought to himself, she was just here. How could she have left? Where could she have ended up or gone to?
Padme was nowhere to be found! It was like she completely disappeared without a trace into thin air. Where the hell is she? Obi-Wan thought, we don't have time for games!
Suddenly...they heard the working gears of C3PO coming down the entryway towards the kitchen door. He was now finished with his parts and completely anew. Anakin and Obi-Wan almost didn't recognize him. They thought he was some kind of intruder, or wild animal, but when he revealed himself there was no need to pull out their lightsabers, or any weapon for that matter. "Oh, hello. Sorry for the minor startle. Padme was just finishing the well...finishing touches on me. Don't I look rather handsome?" C3PO said in a whimsical like voice. "You look completely like a new droid. You look like a million credits." Obi-Wan joked.
"Well, thank you master?" C3PO asked.
"Kenobi. Obi-Wan Kenobi." Obi-Wan replied.
"Ah, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Master Anakin speaks so highly of you, well...most of the time...other times it's a bit...well..."
"That'll be enough 3PO." Anakin responded shushing the droid with the Force.
"What have you been telling him?" Obi-Wan asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh...I...uh...just said your hair is getting a bit gray. You look more like my grandfather than a Jedi Knight." Anakin joked.
"Well, the only reason I have gray hairs is because I got to put up with you." Obi-Wan said making a larf of a joke.
"Where's Padme 3PO?" Anakin asked unsealing C3PO's lips.
"Well, she's in the bedroom at the moment getting dressed, but she'll be out soon. Until then help yourselves to some food and refreshments. I'll get R2 to bring out some more beverages. That nincompoop is such a slug when it comes to work. I swear one day he is going to turn into one of the Hutts." C3PO joked.
Anakin and Obi-Wan both laughed and sat down at the table as C3PO brought out a few plates and trays of food. They were minor samplings of plump pork, some beef, some Yachanese Chili Peppers, and lastly some Dewback stew.
"Eat up! Eat up! Madame Padme doesn't want a full table. Come on Kenobi! You can eat more than that! Come on, come on, let's have this table empty before she gets out of here!" 3PO directed.
"3PO shut off!" Anakin shouted as he almost choked on some Dewback.
"Very well, but if she yammers off at you then...you'll be sorry..."
Padme had came out by now and she was wearing a white scarf around her neck with diamonds and gold jewelry around her neck also, while her clothes were a skintight white, and her hair was in buns. Padme was use to her wacky hairstyles and fashion styles, but she loved the sense of individuality, originality, and the freedom of expressiveness and showiness. She was a glutton for showing off and trying to be the best dressed in the ballroom, Senate, or wherever mostly because she still had her little girl always wanting to be flashy and colorful-self, but along with other traits like wanting to fully show off her sexuality and be vivid with her political and family life side as well.
Anakin's eyes immediately fixated upon her small supple breasts. They were not much, but once she wore something tight they fully showed her voluptuous body and figure.
"What was he saying?" Padme asked softly.
"Oh, nothing dear, nothing at all, but I'm glad you're all dressed and stuff. We need to leave her. We need to go...NOW!" Anakin replied.
"Why?"
"It's a matter of your safety Senator Amidala/Skywalker. Grievous was here and there's no telling if he sent bounty hunters, or probe droids, or assassins to take us out to now complete our mission. Grievous spoke to Anakin and told him..." Obi-Wan said being cut off.
"He told me of my father. I won't go into exact details, or delve into the crucial issues, but my father is still alive. I have a father! And Grievous wants me to come to Mustafar and meet him. Now, I know it sounds all distorted and a bit odd, but it's quite possible he does exist, but the catch is..." Anakin said cutting Obi-Wan off.
"His father might be an agent of the Sith!" Obi-Wan interrupted.
"What that's totally impossible? How? I mean as fetching and controversially perplexed as that sounds. I think Grievous is lying to you. He wants you to come along so he can take you out. Simple as that and if Darth Sidious is there, there numbers will be overwhelmed. Their powers will be heightened." Padme interrupted him.
"Whatever the case we must go there. If we can ensnare Sidious into a trap then the tides of war will be over." Obi-Wan spouted.
"I have a bad feeling about this..." Padme said a little unsure of their situation.
Meanwhile back on Utapau..."Any word from Master Yoda?" Bail Organa asked as he and his fellow senators partook in the feast of the Utapauians. Bail sat in a chair and watched his fellow senators eat and drink and partake in the festivities and food, but he did not care. He was too worried and so was Mon Mothma. A Jedi always forewarned of danger or oncoming trouble, but yet today Yoda had not reported back of anything, neither did the Jedi Council, or Obi-Wan, none of them. It was like they completely dispersed. But as time flew, as the clock ticked away, so did all the time they were wasting just sitting here on this damn planet, talking, arguing, and getting to nowhere. Yoda was right to go at it alone. Bail should've gone along and because of his idiocy he felt aptly disappointed.
Mon watched him paced across and around the room. She could tell he was very worried about the situation. These were desperate times for desperate measures and these Utapauians as much of a friendly breed of species as they were, were not helping anyone, but holding down their plan of attack with some stupid feast because their gods commanded it so. Gods or a god within that matter did not exist in the real world, or surreal world. At least not at these crucial, critical times. Beliefs were thrown out the door, religion was a thing of the past, the only people who remained religious were the Jedi and their mystical ways of the Force. Everything else was here and grounded.
And Mon never in her right mind believed young Skywalker was a savior. Some celestial being who had powers and could bring down the tides of evil. She thought he was some halfwit who just was betoken as some guy who would bring justice to the universe, even though in a smart and intelligent mind that would seem impossible. People died everyday, new enemies always arose, and chaos always reigned supreme. Nothing new came out of it and as much as "hope" was a tool to keep spirits up, it was only used to make the people who would soon die, or would die, feel like they would never die, but sadly they'd be proven wrong shortly. Over the course of her delegacy and years she knew what she was doing brought hope to many, but she hated seeing the ones who had hope in their hearts, deep within their souls lose it, or die not seeing that hope develop into something more like when a caterpillar becomes a butterfly, or a bud turns into a flower. The "hope" for these times was lost, but somehow, somewhere else where, some place "a new hope" would be born and would grow up and defeat the opposition and oppression of the past. Uncertain as she was somehow she knew it was very, very, VERY possible....
"Afraid not." She answered back to him in his long pause awaiting an answer.
"Mesa believen we should go down there and help. Master Yoda needs all the help he can get. Even though hesa a grando warrior he still might be outnumbered." Jar Jar responded.
"Well said Senator Binks." Bail announced over the room raising his glass in favor of Jar Jar's idea.
"The clones although are at his disposal are they not? Whatever jam or scrape their in, the clones will handle it for the time being." Tion asked as his guards Niles and Dalton stood beside him with long spear staffs in their gray, ashen hands. The door suddenly opened and in came Aayla Secura and Drallig Cin.
"We've gotten word from the front! Yoda needs our help! Too many numbers! There's no more time to sit and wait! We must go now!" Aayla shouted.
"Very well to Kashykk we go." Bail said.
Dalton and Niles looked at their Prime Minister and both asked if it was suitable for their guests to leave so soon. Tion just swayed them away with his long slender fingers and the flick of his small, bony wrists, and sent his guests out the doors and to their destination. Bail gave Tion a grand handshake and thanked him for his hospitality.
"If trouble comes back to your door we will be back for you." Bail told him.
"If trouble comes you won't have to." Tion said confidently. "Our planet may not believe in war and we may oppose it, but when evil lurks its ugly face we will be ready to face it, even if our numbers are few, and our people are few as well."
"If you want I could send you some Jedi to help, or I could find out where Anakin and Obi-Wan Kenobi are at and have them come to you?" Bail asked.
"The Jedi have enough problems to fix. Just send me the two and get to where you need to be. We'll be fine. We'll take care of ourselves..."
"Very well..."
Meanwhile back on Coruscant...
The remaining members of the Jedi Council and Mace Windu stood in front of the Senate to hear the final verdict that would choose who won the election/ Emperor nomination. Clearly this was all in Palpatine's hands seeing as he bribed all the senators into voting for him, but some of the good decent senators voted differently, and some remained undecided. Palpatine stood tall beside his platform as Mas Amedda and Sly Moore both stood on opposite sides of his shoulders. Mas was dressed in all black and wore a black helmet that looked medieval and Renaissance. Palpatine however was dressed in black, but a dark hooded veil draped over his face and as soon as Mace and the Jedi caught eye of this they instantly knew.... PALPATINE WAS SIDIOUS!
But why would Palpatine come out so quickly? Why was the time now for him to reveal himself as the ancient Dark Lord of the Sith? Mace thought and pondered, but then it hit him. If Palpatine had asked their presence one last time to be seen in front of the courts and millions upon millions of senators. Would this mean this is where he'd attack, or was this just a minor diversion? Or was he simply downplaying his 'sneak attack' till later, but now humiliate the Jedi by being hailed as Emperor? All signs pointed illustriously to "yes."
Mace knew under Palpatine's cape and cowl he was snickering and grinning. This is what Palpatine wanted all along. This is what he and his Sith followers wanted all along. For thirteen long years they slaved and worked, but now here was their plan full-frontal and in your face. Whatever Palpatine had plan, or what was inside his acceptance speech would definitely have a definite impact on the Senate and the entire galaxy. Of course every time Palpatine spoke he always had that impression.
"ORDER! ORDER! THIS COURT AND JURY WILL COME TO AN ORDER!" Mas shouted getting the Senate's attention.
"This court will not come to an order! We're here to nominate the Emperor, but as you can see we are missing the 'Delegation of 2000.' It would not be a fair vote without them!" Garm Bel Iblis, a white haired pony-tailed senator who served for Corellia.
"They knew they should be here. It's their fault for not voting." Ister Paddie, a close representative of Palpatine's snapped back.
"Ister is right. They chose their path. Now, we choose ours here! Fellow friends, senators, and delegates... Today we stand to elect an Emperor who will extend his reaches and powers to the stars above, who will bring forth equal opportunities for all, who will withhold a bureaucracy that has no bounds. We've cast our ballots, we've put our faith in the polls and let them decide, and now we come to a close. My friends the time is upon us..." Palpatine said with a slight sigh.
Mace could tell Palpatine had some hidden agenda going on. He knew Palpatine robbed the vote, he knew all these senators were easily bought by greed and money, and he knew some were so extremely easy to persuade that he knew that the deciding vote was clearly in Palpatine's hands. Exactly how he wanted it.
Mace looked around the room and saw the dirty looks he got from senators and people who were on Palpatine's side. Their disdaining and rebuking remarks, along with their snubbing and scorning was enough to put your hairs stand out on end and make any man, or woman feel unwelcome and unwanted. As much as this bothered Mace and made him feel uncomfortable, he knew he had to say something, or anything just to stop these people from letting Palpatine have another word, or have Mas say what the "Committee of Idiots" proposed to.
"THE TIME IS TO FIGHT BACK!" Mace shouted as a hush swept over the room like a cold winter's wind. "For years we have seen this politician arise from being a nobody into a somebody, but also we've seen him take down a compassionate man like Chancellor Valorum out of office, we've seen him use his Emergency Powers doctrine out of context and out of the proceedings that were in that doctrine. We've seen more bloodshed and war than ever. The war with the Separatists hasn't gotten better, the Trade Federation is still at large, and this Chancellor hides behind lies and statistics to buy and secure your vote, even though in truth, most of you senators he literally bought with the money he has, or gave to you. This election is nothing but lies, voter fraud, and cheating all put into one and if you elect this man...Palpatine...for a term as Emperor than you are selling your souls and everything this galaxy was once built on." Mace said.
Palpatine turns to Mas and whispers into his ear. "Why are those nincompoops here? I thought I told them they could never show their faces again?"
"You did tell them, but they're here because some of the members of the 'Delegation of 2000' happened to be here after all. We still have a strong sum and the majority, but...."
"There IS no need for buts! Have my guards escort them from the premises! Have all of their lot and the 'Delegation' removed at once! They will not ruin this proud day for me do you understand? Or do you have too much wax in your ears to hear me?" Palpatine gnashed at Mas revealing his face and teeth. Mas immediately jumped back and so did Sly as they saw the Chancellor's skin, becoming like an eggshell, all zigzagged and cracked. His skin was chinking and fissuring into separate pieces, under that dark black hood, the two stood into Palpatine's real face, a wrinkly, grotesque, ugly face. Somehow that mold of a face he had was nothing but a mask; somehow his true face was a face of pure evil, a face that only the Devil himself could love. Mas watched as Palpatine begin huffing and puffing angrily his face chipping and chiseling off more and more pieces of fake skin.
"What? What's wrong?" Palpatine asked. Mas handed him a mirror and told him he would postponed the election until he sought out some help. Palpatine gnashed again and turned his ugly head at Mace and let him get a quick glance at him. Now, Mace knew everything! The Darkside hid Palpatine's true features and his true self. He used the Darkside of the Force to create himself as a new identity and a new persona, but in the end Palpatine could not hide himself anymore. He could not keep his secret a secret any longer. Now, he was found out and now he had to be stopped!
If Palpatine wanted to make his appearance as Darth Sidious obvious in all obviousness than this was it! This was what Mace wanted; this is what Mace had hoped for. Now, the Senate would see that they were his chess pieces and that the Dark Lord did control the Senate and its hearings and its briefings. Now, they'd see firsthand and foremost that the Sith Lord did have a hand in everything that went on in the sewers and grimy bowels of Coruscant to the beauty and business of the city streets and metropolises above. The snake had come out from underneath its rock and this snake was gnashing and hissing like a rattler. This snake wanted Mace Windu and his Jedi Council members dead.... IMMEDIATELY!
"Attention! Attention! Attention! Supreme Chancellor Palpatine wishes to inform you that he would like to postpone the election process for a half hour. With all the suspense and anxieties going around he thought it would be at best to get a drink and breather and continue you on when we're all settle and ready..." Mas addressed the crowd of senators and Jedi.
"Why? We're all here. We might as well just get on with it!" A senator from Corellia spoke up.
"Here, here! I indubitably agree!" Another senator shouted, a few more voices rang out throughout the crowd, and finally even Palpatine's close supporters and friends wanted to show to keep going, but Palpatine and Mas refused and dismissed them all into the lobby and hallways. Mace knew Palpatine was up to something.
As Mace and his fellow Jedi Masters, Padawans, and younglings entered into the lobby, Ki-Adi-Mundi pulled Mace aside, and whispered into his ear. "Apparently, everyone's famous Chancellor appears to be nothing but a fraud; a mere wolf in sheep's clothing."
"More like a wolf in a Sith's clothing." Mace replied back with a smirk.
"So, what are we going to do? You got a plan?" Ki-Adi replied back.
"The Darkside has revealed itself this day. Palpatine cannot reverse the spell he had. He cannot hide from the truth. No matter how much he tries, or how hard he tries. He's failed today. He may get the seat as Emperor, but we will not let him get the chance to sit down upon that seat. Once he is hailed Emperor we will make our move. It would be foolish to attack him now because the Republic would just look at us as being the aggressors, not the victims. We'll wait until things cool down and everything is set back into tone, than we'll make our move, and motion together to bring Palpatine down once and for all." Mace responded back. Ki bowed and nodded and then went and told the others as Mace saw Palpatine being completely hidden by his Red Guards. Palpatine lowered his hood even lower, now no one could see his horrid face, but Mace knew underneath what he was hiding and he knew that if he had the chance, if he could reveal Palpatine's "true identity" to the galaxy, than everything would go back to the hands of the Jedi and the people. Not the Chancellor's!
On board Padme's Starcruiser....
Padme and the two androids looked outside the Nubian Starcruiser's window at the sea of stars. There were so many to count, so many to see, and so many you wish you could wish upon, but they were all so flooded together. Padme always considered the stars as the fuddling and muddling bureaucrats and politicians of the Senate and the Galactic Republic. Whereas, the biggest star (the sun) was Palpatine. Padme felt cheated by Palpatine. She always had ever since the whole stripping of Valorum's control. She never wanted him to leave, or for his powers to be taken, but Palpatine made it so crystal clear that he needed to be removed from his office desk and be put into a new department, or line of work. She always hated him for using Jar Jar as a tool to gain the Emergency Powers he so delectably craved. The man sought out everything and won it. He was a damn good politician, a damn good one indeed, but like everyone he had his flaws, and like everyone he hid behind a shell of a man who wanted more power; a mask hiding his true agendas and worth.
I sure hope Anakin knows what he is getting into...Padme thought, it would be truly heartbreaking if he found out his father was just a fib, or a myth. Oh, to see his heartbroken face would be so devastating. As Padme sat there with the droids by her side, a hologram suddenly appeared out of R2D2's memory-banks."My Lady it's Captain Typho. Sorry, to contact you on short notice, but a number of urgencies have come afoot. CHZZZ...KASHYKK...MASTER YODA...SHZZZ...BZZZ...BIZZ...PUZZZ..."
"Master Yoda? Kashykk? What would a Jedi Knight be doing on the home world of the Wookies Mrs. Padme?" 3PO asked politely, yet startled.
"Beats me, but their people have been at war with the Trandoshan slave owners for years. Their lot have been rounding up the Wookies and selling them to zoos, or museums, or to circuses just for amusement and to be tortured. It could also have to do with Grievous, or the Trade Federation." Padme replied back.
"I don't like them Trade Federation blokes. Always starting up trouble and mischief. Why can't they just leave this galaxy alone and go jump off a cliff, or be fed to a Sarlaac?" 3PO snapped back. Padme giggled.
"Well, I wish it were that simple 3PO (laughs), but no matter what we, or the galaxy does they always have a way of coming back and starting more trouble than ever before. Eventually, we just all accept it and it becomes a norm." Padme sighed.
"Well, don't worry Malady I'm sure Master Anakin and Master Kenobi will take care of things. You'll see Malady, you'll see..."
"I hope so Threepio. I really do hope so."
Inside the cockpit....
Obi-Wan and Anakin both sat upright in their seats, with their hands firmly holding onto the controls. Anakin switched on the button for autopilot while Obi-Wan typed in the coordinates. A video-screen came up with a rotational image of Mustafar on it.
"We'll land on the outskirts of the planet. It's less gaseous and there are little chances of volcanic activity." Obi-Wan said.
"But isn't that what they're expecting? Besides, if you look at the computer it shows they have a secret base built into the volcano. All we have to do is time our landing right and we won't be..."
"Molten hot Jedi. Yeah, I get it, but don't you think that's a little oh...what's the word I always use to prove to you it is a dumb idea...oh yeah...DANGEROUS!"
"Relax! Just leave it to me! We'll be fine!"
"How many times have I heard that one before and we've almost been killed?"
"Just trust me Obi-Wan. If not now than when?" Anakin said with a frown.
"Obi-Wan? You've never called me by my own name before. Why now?" Obi-Wan asked with one of his eyebrows raised.
"Because I'm tired of being treat as I am too dangerous! 'I'm too dangerous for this' or 'I am too dangerous for that.' Sheesh! Can't I have one minute where something I do won't be considered dangerous, or put into consideration as dangerous?" Anakin asked nagging a bit.
"Anakin. I only do that because you're important me, but fine if you don't want to hear me give advice than I'll shut up right now." Obi-Wan sighed.
"Master..."
"No, go on. Do what you'll say you do. I'm tired of being treated, as my words don't mean anything. Besides, you're a man now with your own decisions and your own choices. I mean you already broke the code by marrying someone and falling in love. What else is there for you to break? Or rules for you to bend? Or laws you wish not to obey? Or advice you do not wish to take?" Obi-Wan sighed again crossing his arms.
"Things would've been a lot easier if Qui-Gon was alive." Obi-Wan mumbled under his breath.
"What did you say?" Anakin shouted.
"Nothing. Nothing at all." Obi-Wan replied back. "Now, take the helm of the controls and be captain of the ship. I am going to go check on Padme."
Anakin turned his head and watched as Obi-Wan crept away into the back of the ship. Sometimes Anakin thought Obi-Wan was a little flirtatious, or beside himself when Padme was around. Maybe it was obsession for her, maybe it was because in truth he was a little jealous, but whenever she was with another man, or Obi-Wan he immediately felt that rage that was always quoted from the Jedi Knights as the source of why a Jedi must not fall in love, or it's desirous temptation. Sure, Obi-Wan was his mentor, his friend, and favorite guy, but all in all he hated his quick judgments of him and his verbal attacks and abuse. He hated how everything he did was "dangerous", whatever he said was always given a lecture, or a long speech, and that no matter what kind of person he was, or what he thought it was always shot down.
But then Anakin thought for a while sitting in his chair watching the endless seas of stars. He thought about what if it wasn't the things Obi-Wan said, or did, but in actual what if it was that he hated Obi-Wan all along.
Yes, that is it! Anakin thought, He's the reason for all of this! He held me back so I couldn't have saved my mother earlier. He was the one who told me that she'd be fine, but in truth she wasn't! He isn't my friend. He's exactly who Grievous said he was! The Jedi are all like him! They're nothing but lying jackals! I can't trust them or him or anyone! They all are against me! They're all dead to me!
As Anakin thought this, consumed and succumbed by his rage and hate, he heard a little voice in his head adding on more paranoia and dementia. It was his mother's voice, still as soft and sweet as the last time he remembered hearing it.
"Why did you not save me son? Why did you leave me there to die with those...those...THINGS! Am I not worth anything to you? Am I not even your mother-the woman who raised you and kept you as my son to love and to hold forever? You left me to die on that planet. You tore my heart out when you left with that damn Qui-Gon Jinn and in return you left me to die as a bitch in bondage!"
Anakin tried to shake off her voice, but he couldn't. Then, he heard another voice it was Darth Maul's.
"Yes, anger makes a Sith Lord strong. Let it tighten itself around you like a snake. Let it be one with you."
Then, another voice came entering into his ear. It was Dooku's.
"We could've shaped the galaxy together. You've could've released me from Sidious's grasp, but no.... YOU HAD TO KILL ME! YOU HAD TO DO THE WRONG THING! Now, you feel the guilt of your sins! Now, you feel your transgressions and resentments take over you like a plague of boils!"
"STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT!" Anakin shouted grabbing his ears trying to close them.
The last voice he heard was Palpatine's. He sounded a little upset, but yet calm at the same time.
"My boy, my boy.... You are in serious pain are you not? You feel as though the world is caving in on you, do you not? Obi-Wan is NOT your friend. None of the Jedi are. They live by example, but you and I we live by reason and action. We do not count the results, or the costs of our mistakes, we count them later. You and I we are very much alike mostly because we believe that democracy cannot be controlled by the weak, but by the strong. We believe that power is the source to all survival; we believe that it is the source to all the wills of life, but yet the Jedi do not wish for you to take a part of this power, or seize it in your quest, or siege to glory. They look at you as a nothing, but I look at you as a somebody, a doer, a thinker, and a brilliant man. Do not allow the Jedi and your 'so-called' friends bring you down or let you suffer for your actions, or ideas. If they were you're real friends they'd slap you on the back, or shake your hand, or give you a 'good job', but no they treat you as an enemy; as someone to hate. Well, hate them back! Make them feel like the space garbage! Make them feel inadequate! Get your...REVENGE!"
"Yes....REVENGE!" Anakin replied, reopening his eyes, intent on obeying Palpatine and his every word. Behold Darth Vader is born!
Anakin's ways were scrupulous, punctilious, and rigidity, but after all of the scrutinizing and criticizing from Obi-Wan and his Jedi peers Anakin's unorthodox ways of fighting and his skills were going to be put to a maximum overdrive even further because now the Sith and it's power had corrupted his mind and body.
Meanwhile back on Coruscant....
As much as Palpatine's people could not fix his face by applying makeup and powder, Palpatine still won the vote as being hailed as Emperor. By circumventing and encompassing the people with intimidation and threats he had won their vote, but also by outwitting and circumvallating them he won their respect. The Jedi were now going to be expended and disposed of. The Council was now going to be put to an end and the Jedi were going to feel the same fate. The election was robbed and Palpatine was the thief.
Coruscant now entered it's darkest hours, but also it's last final hours. The Senate felt a cold hush, the buildings and districts felt a stock-market drop, and the people who voted against Palpatine for Antilles and others felt gypped and ripped off. Palpatine was now going to bastardize everything. He was now going to place his stamp mark on everything and now more amendments and bills were going to put into his court and favor, not the people. The idiots had elected a man who all he wanted was supreme power and now he was going to get it and snatch it up like taking candy from a baby.
"And so it begins. The end of an era, the end of a dynasty of being keepers of the peace." Plo Koon said with a dramatic sigh.
Mace looked at him and lowered his head at his bold statement. "We did all we could, but do not give up now and retreat my friends. We can still fight this and we can still fight to keep our beloved Jedi Temple. They've won the battle, but not the war just yet!"
"Funny, us Jedi are supposed to have trust in the Force, but how can we trust the Force now? Face it, we've lost the war. Palpatine will bring down his grand army and destroy us in an instant. We're doomed, doomed I tell ya!" Jedi Master Genghis Kong spoke up.
"Now, now, now there's no need for mass hysteria. There's no need for wilding up people into a panicky frenzy. We'll work together and we'll beat this." Mace responded back.
"The Council does not have time for this! We're as you put in the "Battle of Genosis." We're keepers of the peace, not soldiers. Well, I'll be sticking with my first title, I suggest all of you do the same!" Genghis said walking out on them with a few of his Jedi friends following behind him.
"Genghis wait!" Ki-Adi-Mundi shouted to him.
"No, let the deserter go. He'll come back." Mace said. "What?" Ki-Adi-Mundi asked. "Let him go. We have enough." Mae replied placing his hand on Ki's broad shoulder.
Meanwhile back in Palpatine's quarters....
"How does it feel to be named Emperor, My Lordship?" Mas asked.
Palpatine still hung his head low underneath his cloak. His eyes were the only things that showed in the darkness of his robes, but as Palpatine lifted his head, Mas saw Palpatine's eyes turn a different shade of color; a blood-like color.
"It feels....goood!" Palpatine said with a cackle as he suddenly turned on Mas electrocuting and electrifying him with blue and red lightning.
"My Lord! Please stop! You're hurting me!" Mas screamed in pain.
"That's the whole point you twit!" Palpatine said giving him a few more jolts of electricity from his fingertips, cackling wildly so everyone could here. Then, suddenly he stopped and took a long deep breath. Mas turned his head and asked with the ounces of strength he had left, "What are you....?"
"I AM SITH!" Palpatine shouted as he flung Mas's body with the Force out of his office window to the streets below.