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The boldly written Epitaph carved into the solemn gravestone standing all alone, never having seen any visitors about.
Here lies Emperor Palpatine
Not a very nice guy
That moustache twirling snide
Never did anyone any good favours
Only kept us all as his slave labour
Wishing him a pleasant trip?
Yeah sure, whatever!
So here goes my two credits:
May he never somehow return!
Then again, this wasn’t exactly true, well part of it wasn’t. As the remains of Emperor Palpatine were never actually found.
*
“La-la-la-la-la-laa planning evil deeds
La-la-la-la-la-laa for I am Palpatine”
(Singing the Smurf song tune - what a rip-off!)
It was late in the rotation, the Emperor having retired to his quarters for the day. After all, planning and plotting evil things all day long certainly took a toll on anyone. Even one with Super Force Powers.
But Palpatine was in a cheerful mood just the same, with his new research base getting finally the green light and the construction starting.
As even after the total destruction of Tantiss, the base now in shambles and the Emperor’s precious projects ruined - thanks to the incompetence of Hemlock’s as of course it was someone else’s fault never Palpy’s!
But, having all the credits in the galaxy as Palpatine totally did. there was a new chamber of horrors rising up quickly enough, causing the celebratory mood in the ole Palpy to gush forth.
And so, happily singing and prancing around his deluxe quarters, totally unaware of something lurking in the darkness… What a Sith! Not!
*
As dormant beneath the luxury villa of the Emperor lay one Beastie hellbent on revenge, served either cold or warm no qualm. The scorned Beastie ready to strike undercover of the darkness or the night.
Something sworn a long time ago, even in the simplest minds of this creature, tortured and tormented for someone else’s gain. And so no more a slave nor property of anyone, the Beastie was standing ready.
In waiting, to strike.
The moment soon at hand. The Evil Emperor never seeing, hearing or hardly able to fathom something was a foot, hellbent on his destruction.
In a flash of light the Beastie made the move. And in one swoop swell Palpatine was struck down, devoured, fully. Somehow never to return again.
*
Some time earlier.
“You did wot?”
“She wanted to spread her wings, is all.”
“And the hitched a ride, on a starship?”
“Well yeah, she wanted to go out there, explore things, the galaxy.”
“Coruscant, I checked.”
“Well, guess… yeah. There.”
“You told her then, about Palpatine and everything?”
“I did. She was mistreat just like the rest of us where. So had the right to know.”
“She is a beast… she can, well imagine what she can do!”
“Well, so is the Emperor. Only a worse beast.”
The kids stood there, staring at the scolding Omega for a moment. But, in the end Omega yielded. The kids were right.
*
“You have returned.”
The Zillo sure was back, in her new environment on the planet of Rex’s rebel base. Somewhere nobody would harm her again. The kids were happy to see her.
“You ate… Palpatine?”
Omega sensed it, somehow, having connected with the Zillo plenty of times by now.
The Zillo licked her lips, looking smug and satisfied as she curled in her nest.
“It’s okay girl we won’t tell if you won’t .”
They all assured her, even Omega after her initial shock. Only one question remained for the Beastie.
“Did he taste like chicken?”