Top of the List
Supreme Chancellor Sheev Palpatine was not in a good mood. The day had been filled with a sense of dread from his connection to the Force all week, and yesterday the source had been revealed. Lady Ciaran had been an annoyance from the beginning, and had only gotten better at forcing Sheev to change his plans as the years went on.
And yesterday, the galaxy's foremost humanitarian had used her considerable influence (including some favors he hadn't been aware she even had) to call an emergency meeting of the Senate. Her efforts in the past had never been insurmountable, but it always ruined his day when he found out she had made Jango Fett Mand'alor or brought his war to a grinding halt for several weeks with a ceasefire or thwarted his plans to throw the Hutts and the Jedi into conflict. Admittedly, many of those could be turned to his advantage, or had been long shots in the first place but it was still irritating.
And now she had summoned every politician together to make some announcement. Sheev contemplated a bit of alcohol before going, but while he no doubt going to need some by the end of the day, he needed his mind clear in case she managed to become more frustrating to his plans. Again. The woman had slowly but surely been inching her way up his personal "People I Should Get Around To Killing" list.
Chancellor Palpatine entered the senate chambers, making idle chitchat with the Gungan representative from Naboo, doing an excellent job of handling his bloodlust around the buffoon while waiting for every senator to arrive. It always took a while. Hutts were not known for their mobility.
Finally, the Senate chamber was full, and Sheev performed his traditional duties of opening the floor, listing every accolade and title afforded the governing body just to stroke their own egos, reminding everyone why they had assembled in case they had forgotten, which was actually possible considering how dense many of them were, etcetera, etcetera. All the decorum that predicated Lady Ciaran's announcement only served to irritate him more and more.
Palpatine used that irritation, changing it to anger, then to hate, and reaching out to the Dark Side of the Force. It in turn fed him power, and he reveled in it. The knowledge that he could kill every last one of these annoyances if he truly felt like it worked wonders as it always did, and he had calmed considerably by the time the pod carrying Lady Ciaran made its way to the floor.
Standing on Lady Ciaran's right was Jango Fett, base of the Grand Army of the Republic and newly instated Mand'alor. A Mand'alor that was a surprisingly good public speaker as it turned out, effectively ending his plans to smash the Jedi and the CNS together in a single night. To Ciaran's left was her Kaleesh dog, another one of his plans ruined by the Miralukan woman. Though at the time he couldn't have cared less about her, just the fact that someone had gotten word out about the Huk irritated him. That had been Ciaran's debut on his list though.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the Galactic Senate." began Ciaran. "I come before you today not as a leader in the Council of Neutral Systems, but as a concerned citizen of the galaxy, who has happened to uncover some distressing news." Well that wasn't good, whatever it was. "This war that many on both sides view as pointless and horrible is not the natural result of diplomatic tensions, but instead the machinations of a threat thought long deceased. The Sith."
Fuck. A murmur ran through the Senate Chambers, and Sheev desperately tried to figure out how she could have found him out. Or if she even had. Perhaps she had discovered Dooku's connection with Darth Sidious, and was attempting to rat him out without knowing who he specifically was. Sidious calmed slightly, no longer gripping the lightsaber in his sleeve quite so tightly.
There was no way she'd found him out. He had been careful to only be called Darth Sidious in his communications with Dooku. And if they didn't know who he was, all Palpatine would need to do was command Dooku to step up the attack. Even if they knew they were playing into the hands of the Sith, they'd have no choice but to defend their territory, prolonging the war until he could find a more permanent solution.
It was a credit to Lady Ciaran's skill as an orator that all conversation halted when she resumed speaking. "It has come to our attention that Count Dooku of the Confederacy of Independent Systems has been conspiring with a Sith Lord known as Darth Sidious to control this war, and eliminate those who would oppose the Sith. And even more recently, we have looked even more closely to determine the identity of this threat, rather than deal with vagaries. We have determined the identity of theis Darth Sidious to be Chancellor Sheev Palpatine."
Fuck. Palpatine mentally crossed Master Yoda and Count Dooku off his list, firmly putting Ciaran at the top of the list. He wondered if the situation was still salvageable or if he should cut his losses and just throw his lightsaber across the Senate Chambers at her head. He decided to cut his losses upon seeing several Jedi emerge from the recesses of the chamber.
Palpatine's daring escape was something that would go down in history books, but that was little consolation to the Sith Lord. His plans had been ruined, and he would not stop until those responsible had perished.
AN: I'm too tired to even care how non-canon/impossible/OOC this scenario is. Doesn't help that I thought of something way better in the middle of writing this one. I feel like Sheev. Fuck.