greenreticule:

greenreticule:

I feel like a Force-sensitive McCoy would make a poor Jedi but an even worse Sith. He’s 100% run by his emotions, but all his emotions are based in compassion. 

He’d surely give a Jedi Master an Anakin-sized headache, but a Sith Master he’d outright send into conniptions. 

Sidious, on the look-out for aggressive Jedi to turn into Inquisitors before Order 66, considers this openly angry little man. After all, even just mentioning his name makes the entire Council cringe, a similar reaction to what they give whenever he gives young Skywalker preferential treatment.

So he invites this Jedi Knight McCoy to tea to chat, to get a bead on where his emotions lie, wondering what sort of offer he can make him, what seed he can plant to make McCoy one of his lackeys come Order 66.

When McCoy arrives, his face carries a scowl that would rival even Sidious’ first apprentice. A violent sort, clearly. He’s reminded of Pong Krell and knows exactly how to appeal to this brand of Jedi.

“General McCoy,” Chancellor Palpatine greets his guest with a smile and instantly realizes he’s miscalculated.

It’s like talking to an angrier version of Duchess Satine Kryze, a thing Sidious had not even considered possible until now.

“…and that’s not even getting into the treatment of the clone army we have purchased! Have you – the Chancellor of the Republic – simply forgotten the Republic’s anti-slavery laws? Or has that to been a ‘sacrifice for the security of our people’? Are the clones not our people? They’re certainly dying for us! This war is an abomination on…”

Sidious is seriously considering calling Maul in for pest control by the time McCoy caps it all off with: “I’m a Jedi, dammit, not a general.”