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,
Palpatine’s dark secret. I was talking with my twin and I asked for a prompt of something to draw and she was like “Palpy naked? Palpy fanclub? Palpy period?” And, well, ya know.
So this was a quick, terrible sketch to help me get back into the groove of arting again. It has been over a year since I’ve done work with colored pencils and it really shows. The plus side of this is it can only go back up from here xD
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.
Chapter Nine: “A Change of Plans”
38 years BBY
Sidious paced the floor of his apartments, his anger rising. Had he not followed every command that Plagueis had given no matter how foolish they might have been? Had he not played the role of loyal servant for over a quarter of a century when any other in his situation would have ascended to power long ago? Was it not his right to choose his own apprentice? As such, was it not his duty to end the miserable existence of any creature that stood in the way of what he desired? Wasn’t revenge the sole purpose of the Sith for more than a millennium? After all, it is in the nature of all men to defend their dogs, why should he be any different?
Sidious stopped and exhaled, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He turned his eyes to the boy who was sitting on the couch, looking with a curious expression at his anxious father, a stuffed tuskcat in his lap and Juna juice staining his mouth. Sidious smirked and took a cloth from his pocket and sat next to Anakin and cleaned the boy’s face.
“If you possess any intelligence at all Anakin, you’ll cease to age this very instant.”
Chapter Eight: “The Trials Ahead”
38 years BBY
Slaughtering was something Maul had grown quite accustomed to. His master had mentioned once that some beings- weaker beings- felt reservations about taking the life of another sentient creature.
The way Maul saw it, if one was not strong enough to keep themselves alive, then that person simply did not deserve to live.
Nor did their end deserve to be quick. If he had his way, his victims would be left screaming until their bones were crushed into dust and their flesh began to singe as their blood boiled them from the inside out.
Chapter Seven: “Hush Little Baby”
Lack of sleep was clearly making Maul delirious and he did not know what to do. He had never before seen a human being capable of producing liquid in such abundant quantities as this child could craft from its mouth and nostrils. Not to mention the amount of waste that accumulated in those fluffy sacs tied around its pink posterior. It was revolting- As was the odor.
More so, if the top half were not disgusting enough without the putrid bottom- there was the matter of that… noise.
It had been a nonstop phenomenon for nearly an hour, starting shortly after Maul finished feeding the child the powdery formula, which put off a smell almost as bad as the child; perhaps that was why its body was rebelling- it sensed competition. Either way, it was starting to provoke a rage in Maul that would make his master proud. Unfortunately he couldn’t kill it- so he decided to cure it.