Sidious sent the newly anointed Darth Vader off to Mustafar, to fulfill his obligations.
He sat on his throne, a frown crossing his wrinkly forehead.
He had instructed Vader - whose loyalty he didn't completely trust - to eliminate everyone who dared interfering with their interests, Obi-Wan Kenobi included.
With a power as overwhelming as Vader's, Sidious had perhaps sinned with an excess of confidence when he'd calculated that his new apprentice would find no match in any situation.
And yet, here he was now, wondering if he'd been wrong.
What if Skywalker's volatile emotions could be used to corrupt his young, disturbed soul, as swiftly and abruptly as they'd been influenced by himself? What if Kenobi suddenly turned up? Would Vader survive his fresh transition, on the very night of his turning?
Sidious realized that, perhaps, the timing wasn't right for Vader to make such a radical step. He would wait for "the fruit to ripen", before running such a risk. It was tantamount for the Kenobi question to be taken care of, for the time being.
Therefore, Sidious made a call. A call to the Zygerrian slavers who had suffered tremendous assets loss because of the Jedi intervention. The Republic owed them a slave - a rightfully acquired one at that - and a reunion was long due.
A prominent Zygerrian who was stationed on Coruscant promptly answered the call. Upon seeing who was on the other end of the holo-projection, the creature grimaced.
"Are you going to dump more trouble on us?" he seemed annoyed.
Sidious sneered.
"Not this time. But perhaps you'll be interested in hearing that I have something that belongs to you. You can go retrieve it"
He was interrupted by a fit of chill-inducing cackles.