"All right, you know the secrets you needed to know. No objections to my plan now, right?" Su Ming handed Harley half his bread so she could try feeding the birds, then turned to Aphra. "For the future of the Milky Way Galaxy, it would be better if I replaced the Empire."
"I never objected." Aphra's eyes shifted as she started eating. "You're so strong, how would I dare disagree? Besides, you pay generously."
"Glad you understand. Even if I were terrible at governing, I'd still do hundreds of times better than the Empire or the Rebel Alliance. Besides, I have a country of my own. My supercomputer handles most domestic affairs. That's the ideal state of freedom and equality."
Well, all humans were equal. Aliens didn't count as human.
"You're an emperor too?" Aphra blinked. She was genuinely surprised; Deathstroke had none of a politician's bad habits.
He was practical, kept his word, and got things done.
"I hold the title of Emperor—an emperor above emperors. I don't usually interfere in domestic affairs. Better to leave specialized work to the specialists." Su Ming looked down at Harley, who was drawing a little bird on the bread with lipstick, and patted her head. "But my military strength now exceeds that of the entire Milky Way Galaxy."
"I get it. You want me to help persuade Luke and the others, right? Get Leia to disband the Rebel Alliance?" Aphra wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.
"You're friends. I brought Master Yoda here for the same reason. I just want to see if we can settle this peacefully. If we can't, I'll have no choice but to erase everyone who opposes me."
The sea breeze blew and the warm sun shone as Deathstroke, dressed in casual