little since the day, two years ago, when he had left the mind of
Mara
Jade and returned to life in one of his own clones. But then, it was
the heavy use of the power that led to accelerated aging, and
Palpatine had been brought low. It was almost as if the dark side had
withdrawn its favor from him. Perhaps the dark side was the most
unforgiving Master of all. "And now?" Palpatine prompted him
quietly.
"And now..." Thimram felt a nervous dampness break out on his brown
skin. "I am still your student, Master. Despite your raw strength
being diminished, your knowledge has only grown. No one alive knows
more than you about the lore of the dark side. Besides, with your
determined research into new sources of power, it will not be long
before your strength surpasses what it once was. There are rewards
for
loyalty to the true powers in life, especially for loyalty during
hard
times." Thimram tried to remain calm. Palpatine continued to screen
his thoughts. Thimram began to wonder if someone else had been trying
to turn the Master against him. Palpatine leaned aggressively
towards
Thimram. "And yet, my research into the hidden lore is recorded in my
archives and books. I have but few secrets that I have not committed
to my compendium. If I were gone, you could use that knowledge to
dominate all the other adepts. Byss would be yours. You are stronger
than I am. Why not destroy me and take my place?" Thimram decided to
get to the bottom of this uncomfortable situation. Perfect
frankness,
although dangerous, was called for. "Master, I must assure you of my
present and continued loyalty. I don't covet your position, nor do I
think I'm suited for it. If someone has been informing you to the
contrary, I tell you it is a lie. To oppose you, even now, in your
'weakness', would be folly. Here on Byss, you are secure in your
fortress. Four hundred Sovereign Protectors remain absolutely loyal
to you. My own powers, formidable though they are, couldn't preserve
my life against them. You control hundreds of Sentinels as
well. Again, I'd dismiss my chances of survival against so many of
those giants. Then there are the Stormtroopers, the Royal Guard, and
all your technology. Of what use would your destruction be, if I
didn't live to reap the rewards? And then there is the plain fact
that
if I tried to kill you right now, and succeeded, I still would have
failed. You would transfer to a clone, and secure in the clone labs,
you could decree my death at the hands of your legions." Thimram
waited, uneasy, for the Master to reply. "Very good, Savuud. I
appreciate honesty. And I don't believe you would betray me."
Thimram
felt the tension drain from him. "However," Palpatine continued,
frowning, "I have felt something in the Force lately. A sense of
danger. Something is going to happen." Palpatine looked away. "Of all
the things I have lost, the power of vision is what I miss
most. Before, I could simply have foreseen the threat. No longer..."
"Master," said Thimram, confident once more, "I haven't heard of any
danger, but your feelings must not be ignored. It could be the
beginning of your vision returning. If we remain alert, we can catch
any threats before they begin." Thimram could see that the Master
was
still troubled. Palpatine's old arrogant posture had been replaced by
a visible restlessness. The traumatic events involving Luke Skywalker
and Lord Vader had left their scars. Palpatine's supreme confidence
had been undermined. Thimram, perhaps experiencing a premonition of
his own, sensed that an even more terrible trial lay in the near
future.
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