In Return of the Jedi, Vader tells the Emperor he wants to turn Luke to the dark side. The Emperor agrees, saying Luke can join them. Vader’s real plan is to turn Luke and then destroy the Emperor so the two of them can rule the galaxy as father and son. The Emperor’s real plan is to get Luke to succumb to his anger by killing his father and make Luke his new apprentice.
Here’s the thing, though: the Sith have that whole “Rule of Two” thing where there can only be two at a time. Both of them know about it. Hell, they both KNOW they know (the Emperor’s the one who told Anakin about it in Revenge of the Sith when they watched that weird placenta opera!).
So why did they both pretend like they weren’t going to betray each other in the end? It makes no sense. It’s like the Seinfeld episode where George lies to Susan’s parents about having a house in the Hamptons and drives them there. Vader’s full of shit, Palpatine’s full of shit, and they both know the other was full of shit. Why do they go through an elaborate charade?
The worst part is that once the Emperor fails to turn Luke, he decides to kill him with Force Lightning. And he’s somehow surprised when Vader turns on him and throws him into the bowels of the Death Star? C’mon dude! You just told Luke to kill him like, 30 seconds ago. Of course he’s going to kill you. I wouldn’t have been surprised if Vader’s rationale had nothing to do with Luke. “I still hate that little turd and I’m going to keep being a Sith, but fuck that old guy!” For a guy who says he can see the future, it seemed like the Emperor really had shit for brains on that one.
These are the types of thoughts I have while watching Star Wars during an all day hangover.
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