In Star Wars, a boy can grow up to be a knight or a wizard, but if you’re a girl, you have one good role model- one good, sexy role model- but you better be born a princess or good at space hooking, cuz those are your options [x]
The Emperor will show you the true nature of the Force. He is your master now.
I love this Woman
Ooo look a Palpatine mug. Water colours are annoying for portrait work I learned at this scale. Ah well. :p
A Night to Remember
“The will is a beast of burden. If God mounts it, it wishes and goes as God wills; if Satan mounts it, it wishes and goes as Satan wills; Nor can it choose its rider… the riders contend for its possession.”
“I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the waters to create many ripples.”
Between 164-137 Years BBY
I was in my seventeenth year at the time of this story’s start, barely having reached adulthood. Sitting in my chambers, submerged in darkness, I willed the Force to lend me strength despite my body’s protests. I had not been given food in three weeks. Water was brought to my room every third morning, laced with a putrid flavor that tasted either like poison or sewage. I was barely alive and deprived of doing much living. I knew my master was testing my limits. Pushing me farther than I had ever gone before. Despite this fact I was less than appreciative. The few times he made an appearance I was overcome with visions in which I fillet him alive and I was overcome with the symphony of his agonized screams. Now that I think on it, perhaps that was why he was so often absent,
Part One: Chapter Two
“What is this,” Myrah asked, reaching out to the aurodium coin hanging around Palpatine’s rearview mirror.
“A gift,” Palpatine said as he weaved his way through the thick crowd of pedestrians in Theed’s main plaza. “From Hego Damask.”
Myrah jerked her hand back upon hearing the name, a maneuver that Palpatine would make sure to remark upon later.
“It’s… lovely,” she said, regaining her composure.
Part One: Chapter One
"Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it." - Pratchett
65 Years BBY
Intoxicated laughter mingled with the slurred promises of politicians and royals alike as the drink did its job, adding courage to the otherwise timid and vocalization to beliefs that, under a sober mind, would have been kept silent. Palpatine struggled to repress his feelings of utter disgust at the blubbering idiots in charge of governing the small world of Naboo. In his opinion, none possessed the presence of mind to correctly lead their underwear to their bottoms, let alone lead a planet to the future.
His father, of course, sat on the throne of incapability and tonight he wore his crown shamelessly as he drug his son through the thick throng of nobles, greeting each one and- to the disgruntlement of many of his guests- encouraging the young Palpatine to do the same. No doubt this was yet another attempt to smooth over the latest embarrassment of his sons near expulsion from the university.
Pathetic. As if any of those men would ever accept Cosinga’s have thought out excuses and weak bribery as the truth. The younger Palpatine would never meet expectations, no matter how many credits his father threw out to assure otherwise.