Star Wars - Darth Plagueis

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    “Who knows, perhaps you’ll go into banking one day,” Plagueis said.
    Palpatine laughed in a relaxed way. “Unlikely, Magister Damask.”
    “I suppose there are better ways to earn credits.”
    Palpatine shook his head. “Credits don’t interest me.”
    “I’m beginning to wonder just what does.”
    Palpatine bit back whatever he was about to say.
    “Palpatine, I wonder how you would feel about working with us—Damask Holdings, I mean.”
    Palpatine’s thick eyebrows beetled. “In what capacity?”
    “To be perfectly blunt, as a kind of spy.” He went on before Palpatine could speak. “I won’t say that you and I want the same things for Naboo, because clearly—and notwithstanding your feelings about the architecture—you hold your world dear. My group, however, is less interested in Naboo’s government than it is in Naboo’s plasma and what it will fetch on the open market.”
    Palpatine looked as if the plain truth was something new to him. “If you had phrased that any differently, I would have rejected your offer out of hand.”
    “Then you accept? You’re willing to update us regarding whatever political machinations your father’s group may have in the works?”
    “Only if I can report directly to you.”
    Plagueis tried once more to see him in the Force. “Is that your wish?”
    Palpatine returned a sober nod. “It is.”
    “Then by all means, you’ll report exclusively to me,” Plagueis said.“I’ll see to it that the necessary arrangements are made.” He stepped away from the speeder as Palpatine powered it up.
    Palpatine fell silent for a moment. “I could take you for a ride tomorrow,” he said at last, above the whine of the engine. “If you have time, I mean. Show you some more of Theed and the outskirts.”
    “If I have your word you won’t go too fast.”
    Palpatine smiled wickedly. “Only fast enough to keep it interesting.”

10: THE CYCLE OF VIOLENCE
    Flying a meter above the ground, Palpatine’s agile speeder skimmed over the plains below Theed plateau, leaving long curving trails in the tall grasses. The day was bright and clear, the warm air abuzz with insects and strewn with pollen.
    “Exhilarating,” Plagueis said from the passenger-side bucket seat when Palpatine’s foot had eased off the accelerator.
    “Maybe I’ll become a professional racer.”
    “The Naboo might expect more of the eldest son of House Palpatine.”
    “I ignore the expectations of others,” Palpatine said without looking at him.
    “Was the speeder a gift from your father?”
    Palpatine glanced at him. “A bribe—but one I accepted.”
    “Does he approve of your racing?”
    Palpatine made a harsh sound. “My father hasn’t ridden with me for years.”
    “He doesn’t know what he’s missing.”
    “It has nothing to do with my talents.” Palpatine turned slightly in the driver’s seat. “When I was younger I was responsible for the deaths of two pedestrians. At the time, my father threatened never to allow me to fly, but he eventually relented.”
    “What made him change his mind?”
    Palpatine swung forward. “I wore him down.”
    “I’m sorry,” Plagueis said. “I didn’t know.”
    Although, in fact, he did know. With help from 11-4D he had learned that Palpatine’s troubled past had seen him bounced from one private school to the next, following incidents of petty crime and offenses that would have landed a commoner in a correctional facility. Time and again his father, who shared with his son a penchant for violence, had used his influence to rescue Palpatine and avoid the specter of family scandals. To Plagueis, however, the youth’s transgressions were only further indication of his exceptionality. Here was a youth who had already risen above common morality and had judged himself unique enough to create an individual code of ethics.
    Palpatine pointed to the distant tree line. “There are some ancient ruins in there, but that’s Gungan territory.”
    “Have you had any dealings with them?”
    “Personally, no. But I’ve seen the ones that come into Moenia to trade for goods.”
    “What are your thoughts about them?”
    “Aside from the fact that they are long-eared, slimy-tongued primitives?”
    “Aside from that, yes.”
    Palpatine shrugged. “I don’t mind them, so long as they keep to their submerged cities and waterways.”
    “Not get in the way.”
    “Exactly. Humans deserve to have the upper hand here.”
    Plagueis could