Darth Occlus is only as evil as is necessary to survive in an evil Empire. Compared to some other Sith, she's practically a humanitarian. Not in any absolute sense, but, you know. Relatively.

Occlus, meanwhile, begins the political maneuverings necessary to ensure the Dark Council's cooperation. Vowrawn of Logistics is an easy sell, as is Karrid of Technology. Marr, Arho, and Decimus, are not much harder. The military application is easy to see. Ravage will follow the tide, and with that she will have the votes. It requires a bit of finesse to get enough of a front organization up and running in time, but the fact of Dromund Fels newly-inhabitable status goes a long way towards dispelling doubts.

Several survey ships swing past Epic as he works.

He waves at the survey ships and flies and sings and terraforms. It's so much fun.

There's enough air that he can roll out oceans, which are easy - he adds algae, because why not, and the eggs of various species of fish that can start just fine from eggs and live off algae. And spectacular coral reefs, the kind that would take thousands of years to arise naturally. Then rivers and topsoil; he does those. He hasn't actually done that before so lots of his topsoil ends up eroded away but that happens in naturally-formed planets too so he doesn't worry too much about it. 

And then he puts in a proper Valian ecosystem, edible from the stunning forests of if-they-weren't-demonic-they'd-be-millennia-old redwood trees down to the weeds. 

And then he puts in cities. Those he copies, it'd be slow otherwise; Space Tirion and Space Valimar and Space Alqualondë and Space Ambaróna and Vanda Nossëo, all of them with spaceports and public transit ready to go and power plants set to turn on. 

He has learned how to use his pad; he calls her. "Done!"

"Excellent. The Council wishes to inspect the finished product before they render their final decision, but I have been keeping track of your progress and do not anticipate any last-minute difficulties. I've also registered a corporation in your name out of Nar Shaddaa. Currently you have five employees I've screened for discretion and loyalty. They will begin the pathfinding work in the rest of the galaxy. Details are in a file titled 'corporation for Epic'."

"Thank you. I really appreciate it. When's the council coming, are there things I have to be careful of -"

"When we are done here I will have one of your people call the Council with the news. I expect we'll arrive within the day. You need not be present and I advise that you not be."

"Okay." 

He doesn't go home. He does go invisible.

Remember how Occlus kept looking at him when he popping in to drop off those notes? Yeah. Everyone's looking in his direction when they get off the shuttle.

"What's this?" exclaims a fat, red-skinned man in a genial tone. "It seems we have company! I was under the impression there was no sentient life here yet."

"Indeed," growls a large, imposing figure in heavy armor and a full-face mask. "What is the meaning of this?"

Sigh. Carefully concealed, entirely internal sigh.

"I am fairly sure that would be the terraformer," says Occlus. "It seems he is somewhat shy."

Should I stop being invisible? How do you all do that?

The Force. You are not ready to face the Council, I strongly suggest you leave.

"He should come out and say hello!" says the red man. "I'm sure we would all love to meet him."

He leaves.

Some time later, he gets a call from Occlus.

He answers.

"Thank you for leaving. Your curiosity is understandable, but Dark Councilors do not reach that station by being nice people. And they lack the motivation I have."

"I understand. I'm indestructible, maybe we should check if that stands up against the Force -"

"Yes, we should. Your physical well-being is only a part of the equation, though. I am more concerned that they would have divined our true goals."

"They can read minds?"

"They can detect emotions, and a certain intimation of intent. Combined with a lifetime of practice at reading people in general, it amounts to much the same thing."

"Okay. I'll be more careful. Sorry. Did you have to explain me teleporting away?"

"I have very little to do with you, what explanation could I possibly offer? I was simply the Council member most readily contactable by your corporation. But the significance of the combination of teleportation and arbitrary matter creation is not lost on anyone. We will have to move more carefully to avoid provoking any enemies before we are fully ready to deal with them."

Nod. "What enemies are we likely to provoke? ...also I don't want to kill anyone, not when I don't even have resurrection worked out. I can put them in a galaxy far far away?"

"Any Sith whose power will be threatened by diminishing the strength of the Empire. Which is to say, almost all of them. Exiling to that distance will have functionally the same effect as killing them, if that suits you better I have no objections."

"Functionally the same effect except they'll be alive and can be happy and have good lives."

"Quite. I will leave the details of that contingency to you, then. In the meantime, the Dark Council has compiled a list of requests, along with the price they are willing to pay for each. Once you have completed several, we'll be able to move forward."