Common Sense
Farscape/Star Wars Ep III
Crichton was walking down a wine-carpeted hallway. He came to a large office—with the door open. Before him, a scene from a memory:
Mace Windu was holding a lightsabre on Palpatine, with Anakin Skywalker about to go apeshit.
Crichton strode into the office, crossing the foyer in just a few broad steps. He stopped in front of Anakin, and slapped him across the face. "Get a grip, Skywalker. She's not going to die unless you turn on her."
Anakin stammered—"But he said—"
Crichton slapped him again. "He's evil. And he's playing with your mind. And trust me, I know about creepy gray-skinned guys playing with your mind. Don't you get it? He's been running the whole game—from day one on Naboo, the wars, the clones—all so he can take over when it's all over."
"And Earth will be next, when we get the wormhole data out of your feeble mind," Palpatine cackled.
Crichton reached down and grabbed Anakin's lightsabre out of his hand. He lit it, swung it, and sliced off Palpie's left arm. "Don't even think about it. Or I'll cut off something else."
"Do you think I care about that? Only you two puerile—"
Crichton swung again, severing Palpie's head from his body, which toppled over in a putrid heap. He switched off the lightsabre and threw it on the floor.
"You!" Anakin shouted, stretching out his hand. The lightsabre leapt into it, igniting as it flew.
But Windu reacted quickly, sending Anakin across the room with a Force-blast that threw him against the far wall, and knocked him out. The lightsbre rolled from his unconscious hand.
Windu turned to face him, glaring. "What was that all about?"
"He's got a wife. She's pregnant. He thinks she's going to die."
"A wife!" Windu said.
"Yeah, a wife. Funny how things work."
"Who?"
"Do the math, Mace. Meantime, I've still got Scorpy to deal with. And no Han Solo around when you need him." He turned and walked back out of the office.