"The Black Sun has been destroyed, my lord. Now this once glorious gang, known as the largest gang in the galaxy, has been completely swept into the garbage dump of history. Only a few rats are left hiding in the corner and lingering forever.
It can never happen again." Darth Sidious knelt down on one knee and said to Darth Plagueis very respectfully.
"Oh? The Black Sun has been destroyed?" Darth Plagueis raised his eyes.
"Yes, Darth Maul found their last lair, a fortress on the planet Lartier. Alexi Galin, the leader of the Black Sun, is hiding there, as well as Mi, a member of the Sisters of the Night he hired.
Gellar.”
"The Sisters of the Night? Aren't they always hiding on the planet Dathomir, performing their so-called mysterious rituals? Their members go out and are hired by the Black Sun. This is indeed rare." Darth Plaguei.
Si frowned.
"But even the Night Sisters can't stop the sharp blade of our Sith! Darth Maul has killed them all, and no one of the top leaders of the Black Sun was spared. Their heads were arranged in a wonderful pattern, and then
Burning in blazing flames! There is no more appropriate way to promote our terror than this!" Darth Sidious let out a twisted laugh.
"Very good. The disintegration of the Black Sun has created a large void in the underground world of the galaxy, and will also make our power stronger! Hahahaha!" Darth Plagueis looked in a good mood.
Sidious further said: "After these years of training and training, Darth Maul has become a powerful and sharp blade. He has proven his worth in many places, and he has completed every task perfectly.
Task. I believe that in our plan, he can also take on his own role and contribute more to us."
Darth Plagueis glanced at him and understood that this was Sidious asking for a reward, and at the same time he was further testing, hoping to understand the position between him and Darth Maul's master and apprentice.
However, Plagueis just smiled faintly and said: "Darth Maul, you have trained very well. If you didn't ask me to wipe his butt occasionally...for example, Lorne Pawan..." His eyes
It swept over Sidious's body like a poisonous snake.
"At that time, Darth Maul had already found Lorne Pawan's hiding place, but he was blocked during the mission. This did not affect his final completion of the mission." Sidious said it very vaguely, regardless of
You can explain it in any way, but at the same time, you are using this incident to test Darth Plagueis's reaction.
For example, was the mysterious man that Darth Maul saw was Plagueis's subordinate, or even... another apprentice...
"Hehehe... I naturally hope that he has really completed his mission." Darth Plagueis's words were equally unclear, and seemed more sinister!
Darth Sidious did not dare to speak, and buried his head deeper into the ground, almost to his chest, his posture extremely submissive.
"Now our plan has reached the most critical moment! The countdown to Finis Valorum's ouster has begun. When all is said and done, you will get the rewards you deserve. Whether it is you or Darth Maul."
S-Plagues changed the subject and did not continue the topic, but at the same time he also coldly rejected Sidious's offer of reward.
"It's our honor..." Sidious lowered his head and said.
Darth Plagueis suddenly said, "By the way, considering that you are isolated and helpless in the Galactic Parliament, I think that when the time is right, I will also enter the Galactic Parliament and assist you in your election for Speaker. What do you think?
?”
"I will make arrangements immediately. I believe that within 7 standard days, you will be able to join the Galactic Council as the former co-chairman of the Interstellar Banking Association and serve as economic advisor." Darth Sidious answered without any hesitation.
, he spoke very smoothly, as if this plan had been planned in his mind countless times.
"That's it." Darth Plagueis was cold and terrifying, and he cut off the communication directly.
Darth Sidious's expression instantly became uncertain, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he uttered a few words, "Darth... Plagueis..."
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Planet Hyperion.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! A group of robots walked past in neat steps. They patrolled around and found nothing unusual, so they continued to move forward and soon went away.
After a long time, a piece of yellow sand suddenly moved slightly, and then a lump rose up. A person stood up from under the hot yellow sand, and it was Darth Malthael.
But now, even if he returns to the Glory mothership, no one will be able to recognize him without a DNA scan and comparison.
He is now covered with gray hair, unshaven beard, sunken eye sockets, and chapped lips. He has also lost weight. His originally relatively well-proportioned figure now looks as thin as a telephone pole. He is not wearing a shirt, and the outline of his ribs is clear between breaths.
It can be seen that with this look, even the beggars below the 5000th floor of Coruscant would probably pity him.
He was wearing a cloak that was repurposed from a previous coat, and it was covered with stones and gravel. He draped it over his body, and then buried himself in the extremely hot yellow sand. The robot's sensors had no chance of detecting it.
Of course, if you are an ordinary person, you will not need to get up after being buried in the yellow sand with a temperature exceeding 60 degrees for a while. You can save the time of erecting a monument and even digging a hole.
One month! During this month, Darth Malthael has been staying on this hell-like planet. Here, in addition to deserts, there are factories, and the mountains and plains are full of robots!
Malthael couldn't even find a piece of cloth here, so he could only use his own coat to transform into a cloak. In a desert full of water, it was impossible to find water, so he could only sneak in at great risk.
In those robot factories built underground, go and drink the industrial water that smells of engine oil and rust.
As for food, don’t even think about it. There aren’t even bugs on this planet!
In the end, he found some mutated bugs in the wastewater discharge area of the factory. He learned and used them now, using the life force given to him by Darth Plagueis to transform these bugs and control the fiber.
The body grows some disgusting-looking but little pollutant tumors from the bugs, then cuts them off and eats them.
And the robot's pursuit hardly stopped for a moment.
Because his shuttle was shot down by Darth Plagueis and caused a lot of noise, the robots on the entire planet knew that there were intruders in this place. So for this area, those robots really stayed awake, almost
Turn over the desert and find it.
Darth Malthael had the intention to eliminate some robot patrols at first. He thought this would relieve some pressure. But it turned out that this was impossible. If he eliminated one patrol, there would immediately be more.
Send ten troops over!
It is found that ordinary blasters are of little use, and now the B-2 super battle robots in the robot patrol have rocket launchers installed on their shoulders!
The worst thing is that his biggest reliance is to control the power of death himself, but the problem is that this place is full of fucking robots, where can they find dead people?!