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***This chapter is a flashback. During the time of The Phantom Menace, on the night before Palpatine is elected Supreme Chancellor. If you don't already know, yes, in what is now Legends Darth Plagueis was alive during the time of The Phantom Menace.***

I changed or added a few things, but for the most part, this chapter is from the novel, Darth Plagueis. Which I do not own. It was written by the great James Luceno and the novel belongs to Lucasfilm and Disney. Also, if I did own it, the novel would be completely canon, as it rightfully should be, but that's another story.

Chapter Four

The End of the Beginning

Years earlier...

On the eve of the Senator Palpatine's Election to the Chancellorship...

Coruscant

After taking care of the final piece of their business—attending the opera and dining with the bureaucrats- the two Sith Lords Darth Plagueis and Darth Sidious also known as Hego Damask and Senator Palpatine retired to the Muun's penthouse in Kaldani Spires. Eagerly anticipating tomorrow's now assured victory of Palpatine's Chancellorship.

Plagueis had given the Sun Guards the night off, and the only other intelligence in the sprawling apartment was the droid 11-4D. Who was their servant for the occasion, pouring wine into expensive glassware as they removed their cloaks.

"Sullustan," Plagueis said, holding the glass up to the light and swirling its claret contents. "More than half a century old."

"A toast, then," Sidious said. "To the culmination of decades of brilliant planning and execution."

Plagueis moved the glass closer to his lips, "And to the new meaning we will tomorrow impart to the Rule of Two."

They drained their glasses, and 11-4D immediately refilled them.

"Only you could have brought this to fruition, Darth Plagueis," Sidious said, settling into a chair. "I will endeavor to live up your expectations and fulfill my responsibility."

Plagueis took the compliment in stride, neither haughty nor embarrassed. "With my guidance and your charisma, we will soon be in a position to initiate the final act of the Grand Plan." Making himself more comfortable on the couch, he signaled for 11-4D to open a second bottle of the vintage. "Have you given thought to what you will say tomorrow?"

"I have prepared some remarks," Sidious said. "Shall I spoil the surprise?"

"Why not."

Sidious took a moment to compose himself. "To begin, I thought I would say, that, while we in the Senate have managed to keep the Republic intact for a thousand years, we would never have been able to do so without the assistance of a few beings, largely invisible to the public eye, whose accomplishments now need to be brought into the light of day."

Plagueis smiled. "I'm pleased. Go on."

Speaking in a low monotone, Sidious said, "Hego Damask is one of those beings. It was Hego Damask who was responsible for overseeing development of the Republic Reserve Administration and for providing financial support for the Resettlement Acts that enabled beings to blaze new hyperspace routes to the outlying systems and colonize distant worlds." The Republic Reserve Administration was a financial agency of the Galactic Republic. While the Resettlement Acts were a measure passed by the Galactic Republic to allow for the charting of new hyperspace routes and the colonization of new planets they discovered. They were both developed and financially supported by Hego Damask.

Plagueis paused, "That will come as a revelation to some."

Sidious went on, "In a similar fashion, it was Hego Damask who transformed the Trade Federation—"

"No, no," Plagueis interrupted. "Now is not the time to mention the Trade Federation." Especially with the scandalous blockade taking place on Naboo.

"I thought—"

"I don't see any problem with calling attention to the arrangements I facilitated between the Republic and the Corporate Alliance and the Techno Union. But we must take care to avoid areas of controversy."

"Of course," Sidious said, as if chastised. "I was speaking off the top of my head."

"Try a different approach."

So Sidious did.

And as the night wore on, he continued to amend and improvise, touching on Damask's childhood on Mygeeto and on the elder Damask's contributions to the InterGalactic Banking Clan during his term as co-chair. Wineglass in hand, Sidious paced the richly carpeted floor, often vacillating between confidence and misgiving. More than once, Plagueis voiced satisfaction with everything he heard, but he urged Sidious to save his energy for the morning. By then, Sidious was too wound up to heed the advice and kept reworking the order of the remarks and the emphasis he gave to certain points.

The droid brought out a third, then a fourth bottle of the Sullustan wine.

Pleasantly intoxicated, Plagueis, who had wanted nothing more than to revel in the sweet taste of victory, was beginning to find his collaborator's performance exhausting, and wanted nothing more than to close his eyes and drift into imaginings of his march into the Senate Rotunda. The looks of surprise, astonishment, and trepidation on the faces of the gathered Senators; his long-anticipated emergence from the shadows; his ascension to galactic power…

Unfortunately, Sidious wouldn't let him.

"That's enough for now," Plagueis tried one final time. "You should probably return home and get at least a few hours' rest before—"

"Just one more time...from the beginning."

Plagueis felt puzzled, "The beginning?"

"Lord Plagueis, you said you wouldn't rest until our win was a matter of fact."

"So it is, and so I shall, Darth Sidious."

"Then let us celebrate that, as well." Sidious beckoned to 11-4D. "Fill our glasses, droid."

With dreamy weariness beginning to get the better of him, it was all Plagueis could do to lift the glass to his nose. No sooner did he set the drink down than it tipped over, saturating the tablecloth. His eyelids began to flicker and close, and his breathing slowed. In twenty years of never having had to contend with Plagueis in a state of sleep, the transpirator clicked repeatedly in adjustment, almost as if in panic.

A few meters distant, Sidious came to a halt, gazing at Plagueis for a long moment, as though making up his mind about something. Then, blowing out his breath, he set his own glass down and reached for the cloak he had draped over a chair. Swirling it around himself, he started for the door, only to stop shortly before he reached it. Turning and stretching out with the Force, he glanced around the room, as one might to fix a memory in the mind. Briefly his gaze fell on the droid, its glowing photoreceptors whirring to regard him in evident curiosity.

A look of sinister purpose contorted Sidious' face.

Again, his eyes darted around the room, and in his ear, the Dark Side whispered, your election assured, the Sun Guards absent, Plagueis unsuspecting and asleep...

And Sidious moved in a blur.

Crackling from his fingertips, a web of blue lightning ground itself on the Muun's breathing device. Plagueis' eyes snapped open, the Force gathering in him like a storm, but he stopped short of defending himself. This being who had survived assassinations and killed countless opponents merely gazed at Sidious, until it struck him that Plagueis was challenging him! Confident that he couldn't be killed, and in denial that he was slowly suffocating, he might have been simply experimenting with himself, actually courting death to put it in its place. Momentarily taken aback, Sidious stood absolutely still. Was Plagueis so self-deluded as to believe that he had achieved immortality?

The question lingered for only a moment, then Sidious unleashed another tangle of lightning, drawing more deeply on the Dark Side than he ever had.

"Let's go over the second part of the speech, shall we?" He said, smoothing his tousled cloak. "You useless old fool!" With a snarl, he threw the cloak back behind his shoulders and leaned toward Plagueis, planting his palms on the low table that was now puddled with spilled wine.

"It was Hego Damask as Darth Plagueis who came to Naboo, determined to suck the planet dry of plasma and set the Trade Federation up as its overseers. It was Hego Damask as Plagueis who then set his sights on a seemingly confused young man and with meticulous skill, manipulated him into committing patricide, matricide, fratricide. Darth Plagueis who took him as an apprentice, sharing some of his knowledge but withholding his most powerful secrets, denying the apprentice his wishes as a means of controlling him, instilling in him a sense of murderous rage, and turning him to the dark side." Sidious stood to his full height, glaring.

"It was Plagueis who criticized the early efforts of his apprentice, and who once choked him in a demonstration of his superiority."

"Plagueis, who denigrated him in private for hiring an inept assassin to carry out the murder of Senator Kim." Vidar Kim was Palpatine's predecessor, mentor, and for a time the closet he had to a friend. "And yet who allowed himself to be tricked by the Gran and nearly killed by mercenaries."

"Plagueis, who turned away from the Grand Plan to focus entirely on himself, in an egotistical quest for immortality."

"Plagueis who had the temerity to criticize his apprentice for having inculcated too much pride in the assassin he had trained."

"Plagueis who attempted to turn his equally powerful apprentice into a messenger and mere intermediary."

"And Plagueis who watched in secret while his apprentice tasked their true intermediary to reveal the reborn Sith to the galaxy."

Sidious paused, then, in derision, added, "Plagueis the Wise, who in his time truly was, except at the end, trusting that the Rule of Two had been superseded, and failed to realize that he would not be excused from it. Plagueis the Wise, who forged the most powerful Sith Lord the galaxy has ever known, and yet who forgot to leave a place for himself; whose pride never allowed him to question that he would no longer be needed."

Still struggling for breath, Plagueis managed to stand, but only to collapse back onto the couch, knocking a statue from its perch. Sidious moved in, his hands upraised to deliver another bolt, his expression arctic enough to chill the room. A Force storm gathered over the couch, spreading out in concentric rings, to wash over Sidious and hurl objects to all corners. In the center of it, Plagueis's form became anamorphic, then resumed shape as the storm began to wane.

Sidious' eyes bored into the Muun's.

"How often you said that the old order of Bane had ended with the death of your Master. An apprentice no longer needs to be stronger, you told me, merely more clever. The era of keeping score, suspicion, and betrayal was over. Strength is not in the flesh but in the Force."

He laughed. "You lost the game on the very first day you chose to train me to rule by your side—or better still, under your thumb. Teacher, yes, and for that I will be eternally grateful. But Master—never."

Sidious peered at Plagueis through the Force. "Oh, yes, by all means gather your midi-chlorians, Plagueis." He held his thumb and forefinger close together. "Try to keep yourself alive while I choke the life out of you."

Plagueis gulped for air and lifted an arm toward him.

"There's the rub, you see," Sidious said in a philosophical tone. "All the ones you experimented on, killed, and brought back to life..." Such as his Master's other apprentice, Venamis and all the other pitiful creatures locked away in his laboratory. "They were little more than toys. Now, you get to experience it from their side, and look what you discover: in a body that is being denied air, in which even the Force is failing, your own midi-chlorians can't accomplish what you're asking of them."

Hatred stained Sidious' eyes.

"I could save you, of course. Return you from the brink, as you did Venamis. I could retask your body to repair the damage already done to your lungs, your hearts, your aged brain. But I'll do no such thing. The idea here is not to drag you back at the last moment, but to bring you to death's door and shove you through to the other side."

Sidious sighed. "A tragedy, really, for one so wise. One who could oversee the lives and deaths of all beings, except himself."

The Muun's eyes had begun to bulge; his pale flesh, to turn cyanotic.

"You may be wondering: when did he begin to change?"

"The truth is that I haven't changed. As we have clouded the minds of the Jedi, I clouded yours. Never once did I have any intention of sharing power with you. I needed to learn from you. No more, no less. To learn all of your secrets, which I trusted you would eventually reveal. But what made you think that I would need you after that? Vanity, perhaps; your sense of self-importance. You've been nothing more than a pawn in a game played by a genuine Master."

"The Sith'ari."

A cruel laugh escaped him.

"Reflect back on even the past few years—assuming you have the capacity. Yinchorr, Dorvalla, Eriadu, Maul, the Neimoidians, Naboo, an army of clones, the fallen Jedi Dooku... You think these were your ideas, when in fact they were mine. Cleverly suggested to you so that you could feed them back to me. You were far too trusting, Plagueis. No true Sith can ever really care about another. This has always been known. There is no way but my way."

Sidious' eyes narrowed. "Are you still with me, Plagueis? Yes, I detect that you are...though barely."

"A few final words, then."

"I could have let you die in the Fobosi district, but I couldn't allow that to happen when there was still so much I didn't know; so many powers that remained just outside my reach. And as it happened, I acted wisely in rescuing you. Otherwise how could I be standing here and you be dying? I actually thought you would die on Sojourn...and you would have if the Hutt hadn't tipped you off to Veruna's scheme."

"And yet that also turned out for the best, for even after all you taught me, I might not have been able to take the final steps to the chancellorship without your help in manipulating the Senate and bringing into play your various and sundry allies. If it's any consolation, I'm being honest when I say that I could not have succeeded without you. But now that we've won the race, I've no need for a co-chancellor. Your presence, much less your unnecessary counsel, would only confuse matters. I have Maul to do what the risk of discovery might not allow me to do, while I execute the rest of the Grand Plan: growing an army, fomenting rebellion and fabricating intergalactic war, corralling the Jedi and catching them unaware..."

"Rest easy in your grave, Plagueis. In the end, I will be proclaimed Emperor. The Sith will have had their revenge, and I will rule the galaxy."

Plagueis slid to the floor and rolled facedown. Death rattled his lungs and he died.

11-4D started to approach, but Sidious motioned for it to stop.

Sidious looked to the droid, "We're going to have to find you a new home and a new body, droid."

11-4D looked once at the Muun, then at Sidious. "Yes, Master Palpatine."

Sidious moved to the window, then turned to regard the murder scene. Hego Damask would appear to have died because of a malfunction of the breathing apparatus. He would have the droid alert the medtechs. But no autopsy would be performed, and no inquest would follow. Holos of their appearance at the Galaxies Opera would run on the HoloNet, and pundits would weigh in. Senator Palpatine might garner even greater sympathy; his delight in being elected to the chancellorship diminished by the sudden death of a powerful financial ally.

Sidious moved back into the room to take a closer look at Plagueis. Then, after a long moment, he returned to the window and pulled the drapes aside.

His spirit soared, but briefly.

Something was shading his sense of triumph: a vague awareness of a power greater than himself. Was it Plagueis reaching out from the far side of death to vex him? Or was the feeling a mere consequence of apotheosis?

Later, Palpatine would later learn of Maul's fate on Naboo. Believing that to be the unease he felt following his triumph. But no matter. While somewhat disappointed that his apprentice fell at the hands of a mere Padawan. In the coming months to come, the fallen Jedi Dooku turn towards the Dark Side was sealed.

Outside, the summits of the tallest buildings were gilded by the first rays of daylight.

Inside, Sidious failed to notice to the brief smile radiating across the dead Muun's face.

He also failed to sense one of Plagueis's three hearts was barely, but slowly beating.

Next, he failed to sense Plagueis' final thought before he lost consciousness.

And finally, too busy with his new Chancellorship and Sith Mastery, Lord Sidious failed to notice the second Muun corpse that arrived shortly at the morgue shortly after Plagueis.

That same thought occupied Plagueis's magnificent brain as his Sun Guard wheeled him away.

Fool.

What do you think? I hope I didn't take too much away from Sidious. I almost feel I did. Did I? I mean Sidious is clever, he planned everything perfectly in the Prequels, but he's not perfect. If he were, he would have noticed Vader's change in Return of the Jedi.

Trivia: Plagueis's species, Muuns have three hearts. I'm not sure if Kaldani Spires is close to Anakin and Padmé's apartment, but let's say it is.

The Sith'ari is basically the Sith's equivalent of the Chosen One. Many Sith at one time or another have claimed to be the Sith'ari. Really I would say that Bane and Sidious are the closest in my opinion.

Coming up: One of the Skywalkers is in danger and no, it's not one of the children. I'm going to try and not make them like the Solo kids where they are abducted every other Tuesday.

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