Anakin Skywalker stood in the Chancellor's office. He was not happy at all with his new assignment. However, after talking to Obi-Wan about it. He felt slightly better. The Chancellor could be in danger from the Sith Lord. It was Anakin's job as a Jedi Knight to protect his friend, to protect the Chancellor. He walked around the room while waiting on the Chancellor's appearance. Why did this room remind him of the Invisible Hand? The Red Guards although human for some reason reminded him of Grevious's bodyguards. They even carried the same weapons. When he, alone with Obi-Wan Kenobi, had gone to Cato Nomedia, they had found a security recording of this Lord Sidious. If the Chancellor were to wear a dark cloak would he look like this Sidious? No, what was he doing thinking such thoughts. They were preposterous weren't they? He felt dizzy all of a sudden and slumped into a nearby chair. He needed to talk to Obi-Wan or Padme, they would know what to make of this more than he did. Hopefully they would tell him his imagination had gotten away from him again. He opened up his comm and sent a message to Ashoka to return as soon as she was able. He wanted to be back out there at war instead of guarding the Chancellor. Anakin felt a whisper from the Force and used the Force to bring his lightsaber to his hand and ignited it. He felt drained for the recognition of what could be. He deflector the blaster bolts coming from clones. Why were the clones firing at him?
"I am General Skywalker and I demand that you stand down," he stated as he deflected the bolts time and time again, trying to miss hitting them.
"I'm sorry sir, but our orders come from a higher authority."
"You were ordered to attack me?" he asked. "Oddball?"
"Yes sir. Order Sixty Six. I'm sorry sir." That did it. Anakin no longer tried to keep them alive, but himself. The more blaster fire that he deflected to the clones, the more clones showed up. He used the force to push them back but it was never ending. As he used the Force to push another group into each other he was shot with electricity of high voltage a push of his memory reminded him of Genosis but this had much more power. Anakin used the last of his Force power to hurl his lightsaber toward Padme's apartment as he sunk into unconsciousness. He felt a steady stream of electricity flowing through him and put out a force cry to Ashoka. He vaguely felt himself being drug, his knees scarping the carpet of the Chancellor's office, someone else.
Meanwhile, Three-pio cocked his head to the side. "Mistress Padme, there seems to be a loud noise outside. Should I check it out?"
"Sure, Three-pio, just be careful."
Three-pio saw a large cylinder object and returned it to Padme room. "Looks like Master Anakin's. Or it could be another Jedi's, I suppose. Should I put it on your ship where the rest of Master Anakin's things are?"
"That's fine, Three-pio. I'm worried. About Ani."
"I feel so helpless," he stated as he carried the cylinder object to her starship.
Anakin awoke in a cell, his arms stretched out above him, Force binders on his wrists. This wouldn't hold him if he could reach out to the Force. Unfortuatly he noticed several yslammi in the cell. They had the ability to effectively block the Force. Still, he tried putting out a call for Obi-Wan and Ashoka, he couldn't be sure if it would work or not. They would be looking for him. The Jedi's Chosen One couldn't just disappear without a trace. He used his hand of durasteel to tug on the restraint since he had never added pain sensors. Nothing. He swung around painfully and punched the wall with the same hand which was very difficult to do. They wall had barely cracked. Anakin frowned, this wasn't the first time he had been captured. He would find a way out of here. He had too much to live for now. He had a wife and a baby on the way. Then there was his apprentice, Ashoka and his master, Obi-Wan, he wouldn't let either of them down. He closed his eyes and began meditation, even without the Force he knew that meditating could save his sanity if that was the enemies plan. His eyes flew open and he knew where he was. He was in the Works.