Do you think Palpatine got bored after becoming Emperor?
Like, all these years and years and literal decades of planning and waiting and anticipation. Crafting and recrafting and fixing and erasing plans, manipulating and scheming and constantly working, all to get him to this point.
And then once he got there... what else was there? I mean he doesn't strike me as the kind of guy to enjoy the spoils of his newfound infinite wealth and power. He strikes me as an "always busy" kind of guy, the kind that always has at least five different tasks he's working on at once.
So once that was gone, he had to have become at least a LITTLE bored.
Anyways, in this essay I will describe how Palpatine went from Sith Lord to Emperor to galaxy renowned sabacc-polo-fencing-golf champion-
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Motivation
“What do you actually get out of this?” Darth Vader asked.
His Master, Darth Sidious, the Emperor of the Galaxy, frowned.
Then looked at Vader.
“What are you talking about?” he demanded.
“I think I was quite clear,” Vader said, implacably. “I asked you what you actually get out of this.”
“This, meaning… what?” the Emperor replied. “The Death Star project? That’s so we can dispense with the remaining ridiculous twaddle of the Senate.”
“Not what I meant,” Vader replied.
Palpatine shot him a glare. “Then what you meant was not obvious, was it, my apprentice?”
Vader’s respirator hissed.
“What do you get out of this,” he stressed. “Out of being Emperor.”
Palpatine stared at Vader for several seconds.
“I… am the ruler… of the galaxy,” he said, slowly.
“Yes,” Vader agreed, readily. “But what do you get out of it?”
The Sith cyborg folded his arms. “What do you get out of being Emperor that you could not have got out of merely being the Supreme Chancellor? What do you get out of either of those things that you could not have achieved merely by being quite rich?”
“The destruction of the Jedi could not have been achieved by merely being rich,” Palpatine snapped.
“They didn’t know you existed, Master,” Vader replied. “Though, I will grant you, it would have been an ongoing risk… but, at the same time, I must remind you that the Jedi are now all but exterminated. You are most certainly no longer at risk from them.”
He shrugged. “But I digress. If you hadn’t become a Sith in the first place, you wouldn’t have been at risk from the Jedi at all. So… what do you get out of this whole process?”
“Revenge,” Sidious said, firmly. “Sweet revenge.”
“...no,” Vader replied, and it was now his turn to speak slowly. “You didn’t join the Sith to get revenge on the Jedi. Before you joined the Sith you had no reason to. And even if you did… congratulations, Master. Your goal is complete. What do you get out of it now?”
“Why are you so insistent on asking these questions, Vader?” Palpatine demanded. “Is this some kind of misguided Jedi impulse?”
“It’s nothing to do with the Jedi!” Vader retorted, then his respirator hissed as he controlled his irritation. “It’s everything to do with the Sith. The Dark Side is the path of desire, and I Fell for very specific, duracrete motives. Which, by the way, I am still bitter about.”
“Don’t blame me for that,” Palpatine replied. “You’re the one who killed your wife.”
For a long moment, the air in the room seemed to have turned to ice.
“I will use Jedi techniques to repress the memory of you saying that,” Vader said, eventually. “And you should probably be thankful for that.”
Palpatine didn’t say anything.
“...what I’m getting at,” Vader continued, several seconds later, “is that I don’t actually know what you want to do any of this for.”
“I appreciate art?” Palpatine tried to assert, but even to him it came across as more of a suggestion.
“You appreciate it, in a way you could do without being the ruler of the galaxy,” Vader pointed out. “There are things you could do to promote art, and you’re not doing them. In fact…”
Vader’s voice trailed off, as he thought.
“In fact, what?” Palpatine asked. “I am rapidly getting tired of this conversation.”
“I was thinking about the things you do,” Vader replied. “The things which you do that do, or do not, require the powers that you have amassed as the Emperor of the Galaxy, Master. Some of those things are done simply to maintain your power. Like the Death Star project. Other things are things you could do more easily without being Emperor.”
He stepped back and forth, his robe sweeping in the way that took an ancient and particularly extra Sith technique.
“In fact,” he added. “The only thing I can think of that you do, which is not mainly related to maintaining your power and position, and which is rendered easier rather than harder by being Emperor, is racism.”
Palpatine blinked.
“Are you… accusing me of being a racist?” he asked. “But some of my closest political allies are non-human!”
Both Sith examined the sentence he’d just said.
“All right, that’s not particularly convincing,” the Dark Lord of the Sith admitted. “But I also have a hobby of doing things that no sane galaxy would permit. And I do enjoy killing people who annoy me.”
“You do?” Vader asked. “I’ve never noticed it.”
“Of course you wouldn’t, that’s the point,” Sidious replied. “There’s nothing so pleasant as making someone think that they were responsible for the death of a loved one, when it truly served your plan-”
The Emperor’s head came off.
Vader looked at his lightsaber, then at his hand, because something had just happened that he hadn’t actually planned.
The Emperor certainly looked quite surprised about it.
“...hm,” Vader said, eventually. “It appears I now need to find an apprentice.”
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I adore fics where Palpatine's plans go wrong because Anakin keeps fucking up in Silly Failguy Ways.
Is leading Palps through the forest and whaps him in the face with a branch by letting go too early.
Induces an allergic reaction by bringing cookies that, Whoops, Sheev didn't know he was allergic to.
Brought a gift box to make him feel better about the allergies but the Space Bonsai Tree has a small wasp nest and now the hospital is full of Stinging Insects.
Gestures widely while telling a story to some senators Palps is friends with and smacks ol' Sheev in the face.
Nudged a carpet wrong and now Palps tripped over the bump and knocked out a tooth.
Eagerly tried to help take some notes and somehow blasted an entire Illegal Conversation With Dooku to the entire holonet.
All this to say, does anyone have any recs in the vein of Senator Obi-Wan AU? (I don't know AO3 BeanieBaby's Tumblr or I'd tag then)
Only one and a half of the specific incidents up there happen in that fic, but worry not! Anakin gives Palpatine a wig made of Swamp Muck in good faith. He means well. He's not good at it. I adore him.
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