Imperium of Vader Chapter 1 Preview

".....You want me to tell the galaxy THAT?" Vader deduced coldly.

"I'd like you to consider it. The other being, how should I say this? Capitalize on the fear of the Jedi and your crusade against them," Tarkin remarked before gaining a suspicious look. "501st.....I always suspected that was you."

"While true, it will also sway away those that still cling to the idea of the Republic and the Jedi as its so-called protectors," Vader remarked with distaste, ignoring Tarkin's other comment.

Tarkin sighed heavily. "I'll be blunt, those that still care for or sympathize with the Jedi are far more a minority compared to those suffering from this idealism regarding restoring the Republic," he stated harshly as he rubbed his brow, before catching Vader inclining his head upward in the most minute of degrees. "You have a thought, Lord Vader?"

"Why was the Emperor met with thunderous applaus when he declare the Republic was now an Empire?" the Sith Lord redirected.

"Because the Senate had become a useless, bloated....." Tarkin stopped with a very, very displeased look. "Tell me you're not seriously considering it?"

"I'm considering my version of it," Vader answered vaguely even as disdain reached his voice. "Tell me, Tarkin? Do you truly care, as a military man, to control AND manage every aspect of every habited planet in the galaxy? Or, even just a sector?"

Tarkin considered the question for a moment. Control? Most definitely. Manage? Tarkin ran smooth military operations because it was in his nature to be talented at that. Beyond that? "While not my forte, after the republic's failures, I see little other recourse."

Vader pulled a folder from behind his back and handed it to the Grand Moff, leaving Tarkin to wonder if the Dark Lord had been keeping it in a belt or just using the force to levitate it there. "What is this?" he asked curiously.

"Before I was as I am, I frequently debated with someone how we would change the Senate, if we could. This is a more refined version of the results from one discussion," Vader answered vaguely as Tarkin opened the file. "In truth, its not too dissimilar to the system of Moffs in concept."

Tarkin skimmed through it,  raising an eyebrow. "Just enough to hang themselves, just enough to take the winds out of their sail."

Timeskip: Three Days Later

Bail Organa prided himself on being clever, thoughtful, and quick on his feet in the world of politics while still being an uncorrupt politician and leader. Those skills were in indifinite need to be a senator in the age of the Galactic Empire, lest the Emperor find an excuse to imprison or make one disappear. All that aside, he was trully at a lost for what to he was about to walk into.

As he was escorted by an imperial officer, instead of entering a throne room, he found himself in an ordinary meeting room. But the long table was empty, save for one figure.

Darth Vader. Commander of the Imperial Fleet, Enforcer of the Emperor, and the nightmare of all that opposed him.

But the Emperor was dead. Something Bail was still trying to understand. There had been no chatter, no sign of anything coming to this. No one knew anything, not even what to do. All they knew was that Darth vader proclaimed the Emperor dead.

"My Lord," Bail greeted cautiously, raising an eyebrow. "Or is it Emperor now?"

"Take a seat, Senator Organa," Vader instructed. Despite his personal feeling against the cyborgs, the Viceroy of Aldeeran knew to obey and sat accross from the sith lord. For a moment, the room was quiet, save for Vader's breathing. After a breif contest of wills, Vader decided to make a point and raised his hand.

Bail, to his credit, didn't release his bowels when he jumped away from the chair next to him as it imploded into itself, curling into a twisted and broken ball of metal. Regaining his breath quickly, the senator gave a brief glare to Vader, who stared back patiently. "Is that what this is? An execution? An intimidation tactic?"

"No, senator, this is me setting the ground rules," Vader answered as he stood, moving to stand before the man. "I am not Palpatine, Organa. I am not Tarkin, or anyone else. I do not require a law, an army, a poltical scheme, or even a weapon to kill you. And unlike all of them, I have no problem of getting my hands dirty," he stated before pulling out a folder and pushing it into the man's chest. "So I hope you understand that this proposal is genuine."

Bail blinked as he grabbed the offered paperwork as the Sith Lord moved back to the table. "That is your way of reassuring someone?" he questioned in a legitimately curious tone.

"Less reassuring and more assurance that I perfered methods of dealing with my enemies is directly," Vader explained patiently.

Confused and uncertain still, Bail opened the docurment curiously and began to look it over. "This...can't be-"