A/N: Wondering where I've been, what I've been up to? I'll elaborate in the closing author's note. For now, I hope you enjoy the read.

I thought with my foreknowledge that I would have the upper hand. I was naive. I thought that I could do things differently than the original Palpatine even with memories of his life mixing with my own memories. I was naive. When Plagueis took me as his apprentice after I killed my family for him, I thought the hard part was over, that together we would rule the Galaxy and I would forever be content in the position of the lesser. I was so very naive.

Plagueis' body lay in the bed before me. He was already dead of course, I had not hesitated. My Master had taught me the folly of such things early on. When it came time to do the deed, when I found my resolve, I'd wrapped myself in the deepest darkness, become a living shadow, and slid into my Master's quarters with nary a whisper.

One, two, three long steps took me to his side, one smooth movement brought the lightsaber hilt into position, and a single press of the ignition plate sent a beam of plasma through the sleeping Muun's head and into the bed below. He felt nothing at the moment of his death, no pain, no emotions. And he would never feel anything ever again. Because I had killed him. My Master, my teacher... my tormentor.

I had wanted to stand side by side with the powerful Sith Lord, as a Sith Lord in my own right. As an equal. That had been before the training of course, when all of my stupid foolish silly foreknowledge had led me to believe I could handle what was to come. But there is much difference between words on a page and reality. My fiction, my fantasy, it became my reality. And I found it to be both more amazing and more horrifying than I could ever have imagined.

The Dark Side sounds so... 'cool' in fiction. Edgy McEdgeLords aside, it is the side of passion. The Light always felt too rigid, too weak willed and too easily controlled. But until you find yourself immersed in the Dark, you have no concept of what the Force truly is. Emotions fuel the Sith. Powerful, negative emotions. Happiness will not give you the ability to summon force lightning.

So of course, Darth Plagueis taught me envy and hate. He forced me to face my fears, which I eventually came to appreciate him for. He denied me my pleasures and took away what I grew to love, which I never quite managed to forgive him for. I was a hedonist, before all of this. The original me, on a small dirt ball of a planet, before I somehow found my mind mixed with a young Palpatine's. Pleasure was my life. Darth Plagueis tore me down and built me back up in his image of a perfect Sith, never realizing just how much I would grow to resent him for it.

He taught me everything he knew, gave me unfettered access to all of his holocrons and ancient Sith teachings. As I'd known from my clinical foreknowledge, he'd wanted us to be equals, partners in ruling the galaxy. But if he truly wanted that, he should never have made me into a true Sith. Perhaps if he had settled for a weapon like Darth Maul had, would, could eventually be to Palpatine, to Darth Sidious, to me, he would have been fine. But no, Palpatine's, my potential was too great for such a fate.

What the Muun did not, could not ever understand is that you cannot foster true loyalty while also offering equality. Certainly not among the Sith. Sith are loyal only to themselves and if they're smart, to those more powerful than them. Plagueis had been more powerful than me for so long, but the time had come. It was not that he grew diminished or weak. Merely that I grew beyond him in every aspect of the Force save one.

It had taken me a long time to fully understand that I would never surpass or even equal the innate talent Darth Plagueis held for influencing the Force on a cellular level. He was uniquely suited for it, one of those quirks when a Force User came along with a particularly unique trait that only they could truly leverage properly. The old me had thought the original Palpatine foolish for killing his Master before he learned that final secret of eternal life. The new me understood perfectly well why it had to be now.

Which meant it was time for the Muun to die. On the eve of my election, as I took my place as Senator of Naboo, it was time for me to remove my Master from the board. And wasn't that just the greatest irony? Plagueis had never believed himself to be on the board in the first place, preferring to see himself not as a King, but as the player. He saw me as the King, which is why he never saw the shadow creeping up behind him, knife in hand. He was too focused on the board and its pieces right in front of him to turn around.

Now he was dead. A slow smile spread across my cowled face as I took one last long look at my Master's unmoving corpse. I was free. Free to indulge. Free to love. Not that I thought myself capable of real love anymore. Oh, but lust, yes I'd been drawing energy from that emotion for quite a number of years. Obsession? Hm, perhaps I would allow myself one or two. After all, who was left to stop me?

With a rare gift of foresight, combined with memories of another world where all of this was simply fiction etched forever into my mind, I would not make the same mistakes my memories outlined. I would not allow the same failures. I had a beautifully constructed plan and a thousand years worth of resources backing me. What was there I could not do?

I was Senator Palpatine of Naboo.

I was Darth Sidious, Dark Lord of the Sith.

And this... was just the beginning.

A/N: This is something I've got several snippets written for, so I'll post them one a day until I run out. Feel free to write a review to encourage me to keep the story going.

As for where I've been, I did get back into writing a couple months ago now, but all of it has been on Questionable Questing dot com. Primarily, I have been QMing a Lewd Quest that has over 100 updates now. I've also been writing some stuff on the side for Star Wars: The Old Republic, as I got back into that game on New Years and I've been inspired multiple times by it.

I'll try to post what I've been writing up on this account as I get the drive to edit it together and post it, but if you want my stuff fresh, you should consider making an account on Questionable Questing dot com and check it out. Definitely my favorite website on the internet, I suggest you give it a shot. Username there is Cambrian (not exactly hard to find.)