Peter Cho * Emperor Palpatine (darkemperor) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-01-21 01:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | peter cho, roxanne overby |
Who: Peter Cho and Roxanne Overby
What: Kidnapping and evil. This is but a taste of the Dark Side.
When: Friday, January 21
Where: A vacant house north of New York City
Rating: R for violence and evil. Cho has the torcha scrunchie now.
Peter Cho was starting to accept the fact that he'd never be completely in control. The truth was that he was no match for Palpatine, and the fight just wasn't worth it. He'd been reasonable, he'd made a deal. Their goals were the same, they wanted power. They simply went about it in slightly different ways. He could give up control when necessary, or follow instructions. The senator never imagined that he could be as ruthless as his reincarnate, but he couldn't deny that the Emperor's methods were effective, and curiously satisfying. With the power of the Dark Side there really wasn't anything he couldn't.
The quest for power wasn't everything though. Palpatine also wanted revenge. There were scores left to settle. To do things the way he wanted to he needed an apprentice. Vader's host was too strong. He'd sensed the darkness within Starkiller though, and he had so many weaknesses. Especially his family. When young Roxanne had made her post about her plans for the next day, it took no time at all for a plan to form in his mind. He had sufficient power, money, and connections that making that plan a reality was also a simple task.
She'd been out alone, a little girl lost in the woods. Or rather the city, in this case. While unfortunately she wasn't weak-minded enough to simply follow him, she was easy enough to subdue. He'd taken her to a secured vacant house, a building that had been used for this sort of thing before. Well, not precisely this sort of thing. The girl was tied firmly to a wooden chair. She wouldn't be going anywhere while the Senator set up a simple digital camera on a tripod in front of her and began recording.
"There we go." He smiled. It was a pleasant smile, the sort that had graced campaign ads and convinced more than half of his state's voters to put a check next to his name. In this situation though, it was more disturbing than anything. Particularly as tiny sparks of lightning crackled menacingly from his fingertips. "We're going to send a message to your brother."