Event III
I prowled back to where you had turned to leave but hesitated, listening in whatever untrustworthy way you still could.
"You must realize you function as an attack dog," you said slowly.
"I was parley to the scheming of the Sith before you first used the Force to steal candy. Where is your place that the Empire is suddenly your military might?" I surprised myself with this release.
A bit of joy oozed from you and your thick-gloved hands fisted. "The Emperor recognizes in me the skills required for conquest of space and spacecraft and of politicians. You do not know these." You gloated. You turned away with an escort of officers, and added as I fell into step with them feeling lacking indeed, feeling used--! "The time for the opinions of non-humans is over."
"What does the Emperor have against non-humans?"
You were silent, and battered like a clumsy tank as I attempted to seek into your mind. I slipped around, attacked--and an olive suited man poked a rifle mouth against my chest on your casually waved command. You let me kill him to retain their respect for we black-cloaked men, but held up another adamantine mental guard.
I resolved not to remain on this leash. Perhaps, finally, Sidious was testing me again.
Vader and Maul hunted together sometimes. On Nkllor you spoke of the new government to a rapt audience of townspeople while I leapt from the dust and broke a curious/impatient Padawan's neck. When I returned with her blonde braid and blood to cross the 'wanted' poster surely they did see me as an akk dog returning to its shadowy Korun trainer.
Would you even recognize that reference?
I had wondered why your Empire cultivated this anti-"alien" view. Yes, Yoda was, physiologically, an absolute mystery, and Mace Windu, though human, adhered to his deviant Korun culture. I am equipped to deal with deviance, even my own. Perhaps those now seen as key players, yourself and Palpatine, Kenobi and the rogue politicians, all being human?
My Master had not emerged from vague duties to heed my questions.