The Rule of Two
Palpatine found Lady Ciaran an annoyance more often than not, but on occasion she could be humorous. Like her calling both himself and Dooku to Mandalore to discuss peace. It appeared she had let her success at the ceasefire go to her head and was now aiming for galactic peace. It would have been laughable even if he hadn't been controlling both sides of the war. As it was he had agreed to attend, and commanded Dooku to do the same, in order for Dooku to commit some form of diplomatic grievance and give him an excuse to escalate the conflict further.
He entered the private conference room Ciaran had arranged for, and saw that he was the last to arrive. Ciaran herself sat at the head of the table, with Dooku seated to her left. The Count of Serreno ceased his meditation as his master entered, and Palpatine sat down across from Dooku.
Ciaran cleared her throat and initiated the doomed proceedings. "So which of us is going to die here?" she asked. Palpatine fancied himself a planner, a plotter on a galactic scale, orchestrating a coup of all power in the galaxy that the Sith had been building towards for centuries. He prided himself on his ability to adjust his plans around any possible occurrence and keep going unimpeded.
Yet Lady Ciaran had, for the first time in decades, taken Sheev Palpatine completely off guard and rendered him speechless. The sheer novelty of the situation of being caught flat footed an unprepared certainly didn't help him collect his thoughts. Dooku on the other hand was able to recover faster, a benefit of being less skilled in his planning, and found his voice. "Is this a threat, Lady Ciaran? What is the meaning of this?"
"Don't blame me, it's your own idiotic rules that forbid the existence of a third Sith Lord." said Ciaran defensively. "So do we draw lots to decide or…"
Palpatine finally remembered how words worked and gave form to one of the many thoughts running through his head as he tried to make sense of the nonsense Lady Ciaran was spouting. "What are you talking about, Sith? This is a meeting to attempt to form a peace treaty between the Confederacy of Independent Systems and the Republic, is it not?"
"Well that was the ruse." said Ciaran, rolling her eyes with a heavy sigh. "It's becoming clear you're both imbeciles who need things spelled out for you like children. Tyrannus." Ciaran pointed to Count Dooku, also known as Darth Tyrannus. "Sidious." She turned her finger to Sheev Palpatine, who plotted galactic domination as Darth Sidious. "Traya." said Ciaran, pointing the finger at herself.
Darth Sidious' blood ran cold. He, like all Sith, had heard tales of the heretic who had shunned both the Jedi and the Sith in her machinations to kill the Force itself. She was the bogeyman of every Force user, every living creature in the galaxy, who knew of her. And Lady Ciaran was leaving very little room for interpretation of her claim to be Darth Traya.
"That explains your consistent success in the face of our plans." said Sidious, trying not to let his panic show. "So to what end have you lured us here?"
"The Sith have the Rule of Two, yes? Only two Sith may exist in the galaxy at once, yet here sit three. We must decide who shall become one with the Force in order to correct this imbalance." said Lady Ciaran, no, Darth Traya. "I was thinking we put it to a vote. We're all civilized people here, yes?"
Dooku grasped her words and sneered at her. "Then I shall vote against you, if solely to end this farce."
"Tit for tat, Tyrannus my dear. My vote goes for you." Darth Traya turned to Palpatine and smiled serenely. "It appears you have the tiebreaker, Darth Sidious.
Sidious heard her words and began plotting. She said that they would vote on which Sith would leave these chambers in a body bag, but no one offered peace without being prepared for war. And Darth Traya was not a stupid woman. She knew he and Dooku were working together, and would no doubt vote against her. Which meant she intended to fight and kill them both. And if even a quarter of the stories about her were true, he and Tyrannus would lose. Badly.
"I cast my vote for Darth Tyrannus then." said Sidious. Count Dooku had served Sidious well, but such transient things such as loyalty evaporated like so much nothing in the face of survival. Dooku's face paled, and he reached for his lightsaber, but Sidious was faster. Lightning sprung forth from his fingers, striking Darth Tyrannus, and making his exit from this world agonizing.
Darth Traya turned to him, still smiling. "Good. Now that that's settled, may I fetch you some refreshment?"
AN: I just like the idea of Ciaran realizing that she can imply enough power by acting confident as fuck to make Sidious back down. Next omake will be a tad more serious.