My first fan fiction submission
The cold air rushing past the master's body as he was hurtling towards the ground was biting through his cloak and leaving the sting of death. The cruisers and speeders were moving in their lanes in the sky not noticing the falling body nor the certain doom that he was facing. Mace Windu had failed. He failed to bring the Sith Lord Sidious, who had been masquerading as Senator Palpatine, to justice before the Jedi council. Remorse and depression began to set in and the master closed his eyes to embrace his final end. No, I have failed my brothers, but I will not let the dark side win. Master Windu let out a powerful force blast to the nearest speeder as it whizzed by, propelling his body back towards the senate building and spinning the vehicle out into the city night. Arching his back he pulled his body into a midair roll and began to skim along a tower of the building. The sizzle of the powerful lightsaber being powered on gave Mace Windu a sense of calm as it became an extension of his body and the force around him. He swung his arm and sliced the purple blade into the metal building griping the hilt with all his might as the friction of the weapon slowed his descent. Molten metal and glass began to drip and splatter onto the skin of the master burning him. Roaring and gritting his teeth he bore the pain of the burns and his fall slowly was stopped. Bouncing his gaze over the façade of the building he spotted a window in which an escape would be possible. He quickly began swinging on his hilt towards the glass and release in a high arch pulling his lightsaber out of the building with hum. The glass shattered around him as he plunged into it. He powered down his lightsaber before it could harm him in his roll on the floor with glass tinkling as it fell around him. Bloodied and burnt the Jedi rolled himself to a sitting position. "What a day", He sighed as he slowly got up. He staggered as he found his footing; His body not cooperating or willing to submit. He began to move along the corridor with resolve because he knew if he didn't keep moving he would be dead along with the other Jedi in the senator's office. No, not senator. Sith. He thought to himself then cursed all Sith under his breath as he gritted his teeth. The burns were slowly being rubbed raw from his robes brushing up against them. He moved silently and as quickly as he could letting the Force guide him to a main hall where other delegates would be socializing. Keep moving. Just keep moving. He finally found a main hallway that had some senators and other dignitaries milling around not knowing what powerful evil had them under its thumb and was in such a position to have them all wiped out in the blink of an eye.
Moving through the crowds Mace Windu made it to the court yard of the senate building without being spotted by anyone, if he had been spotted no one said anything. Walking toward the closest transport station he noticed there was an unusual amount of troopers patrolling around the building. They have become too common of a sight on Coruscant. Even though Mace had been assigned his own battalion of commandos and been given the title of General he did not fully trust them, due to the fact that they were an unauthorized army set into place by a dead Master. He strode up to the droid in charge of the speeders and handed over his transport chip. The droid looked at it pensively then immediately drew a small blaster and began firing and calling out to the near buy troopers. Fulfill Order 66! Criminal! Criminal! Jedi Criminal! The troopers dashed over and began firing their weapons at the Jedi master. Mace Windu drew his lightsaber and blocked all the blaster bolts that were being fired. He was getting ticked off and the rage of his inner darkness began rise.
"Ya know I have had a pretty rotten day", He yelled over the firing. "I failed in killing a maniac Sith, I watched as my fellow masters died at his hand, I fell out of a window a couple hundred stories, and now you all are getting pent up about me wanting to get my speeder and go home." He slowly began walking towards the cluster of troopers, blocking and deflecting everything they fired at him. He began to deflect them back at the soldiers and they dropped like flies. Soon only a few of them stood in defiance continuing their assault. With a swings of his lightsaber they were all sprawled on the ground, dead. The master then snapped his gaze over to the troublesome droid. Lifting the droid from the ground with the force he flung the hunk of scrap metal again and again against the metal flight pad. Excessive? Yes, but it made him feel good and it appeased his wrath.
A wrist communicator began to beep on one the wrists of the corpses and it drew the attention of the Jedi master. He returned to his pile of carnage and found the device that was beeping. He opened the message and it read:
Unit 634: Order 66 has been given. Jedi Mace Windu was checked-in as alive after an incident with Lord Sidious and was seen in your area. If seen kill on sight. Please give status update.
That was the second time Order 66 has been mentioned today. The Jedi master puzzled over what the order meant as he began to reply, but half way through the force began to scream in anguish and pain as the lights of countless Jedi were being snuffed out. The pain and the sorrow racked Mace Windu's already exhausted and injured body. The ripple kept on for agonizing minutes but then dropped off to a still silence, a dark silence. He finished his message stating that troopers had succeeded but they all had either died or were mortally wounded and had already taken care of the body. He sent the message but did not wait around for the reply. He turned quickly to the speeder pad stepping over the pile of metal he had made earlier from the droid and got into his vehicle and piloted away into the cold, dark, dead night. The night of the Sith.
