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It's gonna end up hilarious either way.
Anakin stared at Ciaran with horror. "So you are the Sith Lord the Jedi have been suspecting!"
Ciaran rolled her eyes. "Don't be daft, Anakin. Obviously I am a completely unrelated Sith Lord."
"Yeah like we're going to be stupid enough to fall for that!" Anakin fired back, glancing at his master... who raised his hand to his face to rub his brow like he was beginning to feel the mother of all headaches coming on. "I sense no deception from her, Anakin." Anakin stared at Ciaran in disbelief, who raised her eyebrows and added "The Sith Lord you're after is actually Chancellor Palpatine, by the way." "Okay now you're just obviously making stuff up-"
--a bit later--
"You're still a Sith Lord! You're no better than him!" Anakin yelled accusingly.
The Sith Lady he had thought a friend smiled faintly. "You know, when Sheev wanted personal power he started a war that embroiled the galaxy. When I wanted personal power, I started a charity. This choice must be so hard for you."
--a lot later--
Though Ciaran was almost driven back by the pressure of the Force emanating from the wrinkled old man, nothing could be heard in his voice as Lord Sidious spoke. "You know, even now I don't understand it at all. My plans in tatters, the galaxy united behind you, but you came from nowhere, you had no special advantage.. and you overtook me so easily." Rocks crumbled in the air as the rage of a Sith Lord earthed itself, and Sheev's voice began to betray some of his frustration. "How is it possible?!"
Ciaran smiled her enigmatic smile, even as she held her lightsaber in a guard pose. "Omake bonuses."
Debris crumbled to the ground around the Chancellor, his concentration broken. "What."
"The stories told about me in the galaxy, there were so many ... you know, statistically they give me a 20% advantage on average. In time, my investment strategy allowed this advantage to compound. That is what truly defeated you, in the end - not the Force, or some prophecy, but simple compound interest--" and that's as far as she got before Sheev's scream of fury bathed the room in lightning.
Father: "You are both here to represent a certain point of view. Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker, representing the Light Side of the Force. And Darth Traya, representing the Dark Side of the Force."
Anakin stared at Ciaran with horror. "So you are the Sith Lord the Jedi have been suspecting!"
Ciaran rolled her eyes. "Don't be daft, Anakin. Obviously I am a completely unrelated Sith Lord."
"Yeah like we're going to be stupid enough to fall for that!" Anakin fired back, glancing at his master... who raised his hand to his face to rub his brow like he was beginning to feel the mother of all headaches coming on. "I sense no deception from her, Anakin." Anakin stared at Ciaran in disbelief, who raised her eyebrows and added "The Sith Lord you're after is actually Chancellor Palpatine, by the way." "Okay now you're just obviously making stuff up-"
--a bit later--
"You're still a Sith Lord! You're no better than him!" Anakin yelled accusingly.
The Sith Lady he had thought a friend smiled faintly. "You know, when Sheev wanted personal power he started a war that embroiled the galaxy. When I wanted personal power, I started a charity. This choice must be so hard for you."
--a lot later--
Though Ciaran was almost driven back by the pressure of the Force emanating from the wrinkled old man, nothing could be heard in his voice as Lord Sidious spoke. "You know, even now I don't understand it at all. My plans in tatters, the galaxy united behind you, but you came from nowhere, you had no special advantage.. and you overtook me so easily." Rocks crumbled in the air as the rage of a Sith Lord earthed itself, and Sheev's voice began to betray some of his frustration. "How is it possible?!"
Ciaran smiled her enigmatic smile, even as she held her lightsaber in a guard pose. "Omake bonuses."
Debris crumbled to the ground around the Chancellor, his concentration broken. "What."
"The stories told about me in the galaxy, there were so many ... you know, statistically they give me a 20% advantage on average. In time, my investment strategy allowed this advantage to compound. That is what truly defeated you, in the end - not the Force, or some prophecy, but simple compound interest--" and that's as far as she got before Sheev's scream of fury bathed the room in lightning.
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