Palpatine reclined in his throne room, relaxing his mind after a lengthy planning session. It seemed that he had at last finalized his plan. His hands fiddled with a golden pen and his mouth fell into a smirk.
Without any warning, a voice broke the silence and shattered his state of mind. In sheer shock, he leaped to his feet, his hand instinctively outstretched for his lightsaber. Already, he was tapping into the dark depths of the Force, readying himself for a battle. He hadn't detected this intruder.
"Hallo?" said the voice again, "Mister Palpatine? It is meesa."
Jar-Jar Binks ambled into the room, a demeanor of perfect ignorance. Palpatine locked a snarl behind his teeth and regained his composure. When Palpatine was chancellor, he was going to kill this baby-like fool.
"Well hello, Jar-Jar Binks. What brings you here today?" Palpatine sat back down in his chair, strangling his heart-rate back down to something normal. He still couldn't understand how he didn't sense Jar-Jar. It couldn't be for fatigue, Palpatine wasn't tired enough yet.
But it had to be, any other conclusion was simple nonsense.
"Well, mister. I have come to confront you."
Palpatine cocked his head. That wasn't something Palpatine had ever calculated Jar-Jar saying. But, as always, Jar-Jar rarely spoke with wisdom. "About what?"
"About you being Sith Lord, silly."
Palpatine's heart stopped. Never once had he simulated a situation where this happened. But there was a reason he had lived as long as he had--the pressure of any situation no longer affected him. Of course, Palpatine had to react how someone who wasn't a Sith Lord would react; so his eyes widened, he leaned forward in his throne, and he stared at Jar-Jar, dumbfounded. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"Don't play dumb, mister Palpatine. I have known for long time now. Long time." Jar-Jar nodded with confidence.
"Jar-Jar, what are you talking about?"
Jar-Jar's eyes narrowed to slits. His entire demeanor shifted into something entirely frightening. But he still spoke with that stupid voice of his. "You heard me the first time, mister. I will not repeat myself to you. Don't act dumb. And besides, I come in peace."
Palpatine slowly rose to his feet, bringing himself to his full height. He fixed on the most carnal sneer as possible. Then he began a gradual prowl towards Jar-Jar.
"Jar-Jar, you fool," he growled. "How you found my secret, I know not. But you chose wrong when coming here."
Jar-Jar giggled like a child. "Oh, mister. You funny. You thinkst you so strong. Well, you do not know strong."
For a split second, Palpatine smirked, then the world came crashing around him.
Raw power.
Jar-Jar was no longer an alien creature in his room. No, he shifted into a dense mass of lattices and fractures so intricately woven together he seemed only a void in the world--a black hole emanating a fury unlike any he had ever felt.
Palpatine's body compressed against itself, a mounting sense of death suffocating him. Jar-Jar was a thrumming, pulsating beam of strength that shivered his skin like water. He rippled about the room, appearing at every inch of space.
This was power beyond power. This was no creature. This was a god.
Palpatine moaned against the deathly tight grip of Jar-Jar's power. The Force's mind tricks could only ever be used against mentally weak opponents. But Palpatine was the polar opposite of weak. Yet, this figure of pure Force was so vastly powerful that it seemed, quite frankly, inconceivable.
The pattern of shimmering lines, etched into the very fabric of reality, floated closer, until all Palpatine could see was a thousand faces of Jar-Jar Binks.
Then, without notice, the vision stopped. Palpatine fell to his knees, every bone in his body aching. A god-like figure of strength, Jar-Jar stood above him.
"Will you serve me?"
Tears rivering down his cheeks, Palpatine screwed up his face. Already he knew the answer, but he didn't want to say it.
Palpatine nodded.
