Crossing Lines

Phantom Menace

11/? In Loving Series

This one Complete

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Summary: Palpatine and Maul are discovered and plans are put in motion to make life difficult for both. Xanatos is also dealt with, behind Qui's back.

I am not, nor have I ever been, nor shall I ever consent to having a name that either rhymes with or is well known for rhyming with "Porgie"

Loving 11: Crossing Lines
In which Jane Makes "Plans" for dealing with the Siths.
By Ornery

Palpatine stared at the Trade Federation's Viceroy "You were what?"

Paid more than you own to refrain from any dealings with you, whatsoever. Good day, Senator."

The vidscreen went blank. Palpatine started to cuss. That was the third major component needed for his dreams of conquest that had already been bought off before he could buy them. The first had been the only Army Droid Manufacturer in the Universe, and the other had been the Clone Masters. SHIT! Clearly, someone knew what he was up to and had taken steps to make sure he could not do as he wished.

At least he had his apprentice to take things like this out on, though.

*

Ten minutes later he realized that his forced Training Bond with the little whiner was gone. So was Maul. The ten month old Force Heavy baby had disappeared. And his own mind had been tampered with. There was…what was that in there?

//Eeeeew…where did all that…sweetness come from? Gross!// Palpatine shuddered. //Urk, this has got to go// He thought nauseously. He reached for the DarkForce and found himself cut off….

"Nooooo!!!!"

The part of his mind that was capable of manipulating the Force was atrophied, useless…he was now disgustingly normal. He was becoming nice, he was normal, and he hated it.


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"Oh, you're a cute one, yes you are, little baby boy. I think I'll name you…Peter. For Peter Pan, since you flew right into my arms as soon as you knew I was a good fairy, didn't you sweetie?" The woman cooed at him. It was a nice change, he had been scared of the mean old man. But the woman was nice.

"Oh, the Creche Master is gonna love you, little darlin', and you'll have lots of other babies to grow up with." She tickled him under the chin on the way to the Council Chambers, a diaper bag slung over her shoulder.

At the Council door the guards moved aside nervously after one look at the baby-bearing female. Unlike a certain master Jedi, they had no wish to get on this one's bad side.

"Carl, look who was just dropped off, dear." She sang out, uncaring that she had interrupted a meeting. "I've Named him Peter Pan." She said, as he reached for the infant, eyes alight.

"Oh he's precious! We don't get many of these kids, but when we do they are soooo strong in the LIGHT…oh my, yes. Feel that!"

"Here's the bag, I've got an appointment, Carl."

"Ah…yes. I'll send for a worker in a bit. I want to get to know this little fellow first. Thanks Jane."

She left grinning. "Now for the other one." She muttered, cracking her knuckles. "A bit of age-regressing and paddle-application is all that's needed there….

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"Owwwwwww! What the hells are you doin…owwwwwww, ow, ow, ow, shit woman….ow, ow, ow, ow…." His voice got higher in pitch as his body grew younger and smaller in form and fact. After a twenty minute introduction of ass to paddle, the theretofore unsuspecting Xanatos was three years old and sobbing his eyes out. His memory was gone. Instead, he had manufactured memories of…the temple. Nothing but the temple and temple creche workers. He had fallen hard, on his butt. There were comforting arms, and a scolding voice, and then more arms… bigger ones.

"Bond now, Master Hinelci."

"But that was…"

"I know who he is, and I know who he's not, anymore."

"But…."

"Do I have to 'Mace' you to make you mind?"

*thoughtful pause*

"Uh, no, no I'd really rather you didn't do that. Here, give him to me…." He snatched the child who had once been Xanatos…hey, he had fair warning, didn't he? He could prevent another…occurrence. It was better than the alternative.

"I re-named him."

"What?"

"William Shakespeare, since he'll still have a flair for dramatics."

"Oh Force, of all the…very well." He started to leave.

"Hinelci? Get back here!"

He spun, "What now?"

"BOND!"

"But…"

"NOW"

He folded, obeyed, and stared at the toddler…"There's no trace of…" He stared at her. "He even looks different!"

"Of course not. I never leave loopholes!"

"But how?"

"Nevermind."

"Yes ma`am." He didn't really want to know.

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Qui Gon stared at her, "YOU DID WHAT?"

END