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A/N: Just another preview for my SW story, Fall of the Republic. Enjoy!
Palpatine sat within his office that was given to him by the Senate when he was elected as the delegate of his own planet. The room was vast, even for a senator's office, with red carpets that had black patterns all over, and golden statues of arcane robed figures placed against the gray walls. There was a light coming from the ceiling which shone on the Senator, leaving the corners of the room in darkness. On the edge of the room and near the window was his desk that was made of refined, silver durasteel, where he saw on his chair with Tarkin standing across from him.
"... and so, we have been able to secure relations with the Mid-Rim Trade Barons," Tarkin ended his report. "They have agreed to make trade with us and give the necessary arms we will need in the future."
After hearing the report, Palpatine placed the datapad he was quickly inspecting, onto his desk, and asked, "What of the Hutts?"
"They have decided to only give financial support," was Tarkin's response. "We have tried to further negotiations with them, but it was a failure."
"It should be enough for now," Palpatine stated before handing a datapad to Tarkin. "Take this. It has more instructions for a special project I'm funding. I hope it will be good under your care."
When Tarkin took the datapad, he quickly inspected the datapad to see the designs of a space stations before looking up at Palpatine. "It will be, sir," Tarkin assured.
"Good," Palpatine smiled. "You're dismissed."
"At once," Tarkin said clicked the heels of his boots together, like any soldier would, before he turned around to exit the room.
When the doors slid shut behind Tarkin, Palpatine noticed four black, robed figures stepping out of the shadows in the corner of his office. Each of the robed figures had their black robed covering their entire bodies, save for the black shirt and pants with a silver belt around their wastes. They each had a hood over their heads, concealing their identities from the public. What was even more surprising, they all had silver lightsabers hilts hanging from their belts.
Palpatine's gaze turned towards the robed figures who now approached his desk. "Acolytes, what do you have to report?"
"Preparations for young Skywalker are complete, master," the center robed figure, identified as an acolyte, replied as he gave a slight bow. "His new lightsaber is ready."
"And what of the bounty hunter?" the Senator asked another acolyte.
"He has been paid and given his orders as you have instructed, master," the acolyte standing on the center one's left replied.
The arcane senator could not help but grin at that news as he stared at the four robed acolytes. "Excellent," Palpatine commented. "See that the bounty hunter completes his task."
"Yes, master," the one on the far right said.
With that, all the hooded acolytes bowed to the one they called "master" before the retreated back to the shadows of the room, fading away from any visible eyes that could see them. Palpatine was left alone in the room, swirling his chair around towards the window and found himself staring out into the metropolis of Corusant. He stood up from his seat to look at the streets and saw the multitude of sentient beings walking to their respective destinations, unaware of what was happening around them.
"Soon, it will be all mine," Palpatine grinned.
A/N: And that's it! Please leave your comments in the reviews, and if you have any criticism, please let it be constructive! Now, this story is NOT up for adoption.
Raika out!