A/N: this is my third try at a fanfic. Hopefully this times the charm. Enjoy and fell free to give me some suggestions, but be nice about it.
A soft patter of footsteps echoed in the empty corridor. The once regal palace belonged to Ronza Patartha, a major designer in Separatist technology. He scurried frantically into a room. With a few beeps, the doors slid shut and clicked in finality.
"They won't be able to follow me now!" he whispered more to himself as reassurance. He turned to observe a room he knew all too well. It was his weapons lab! He rushed to a cabinet and wrenched open the doors. It was filled in technology that he had pulled from dead clones or that he acquired during his travels as a youth. He pulled out one of his favorite weapons, a verpine shatter gun. He had pulled it of a dead Verpine back almost before he could remember.
As he admired the handicraft of the handgun, a loud BANG issued from the door. He pointed the weapon levelly at the door. A flash in the corner temporarily diverted his attention away from the door. His normally well kept black hair was in tangles and stood up at odd angles. His lab jacket was singed and had several holes from near misses with blaster bolts.
The door suddenly blew clear off the hinges with the force of the unseen explosion outside. The force of the blast knocked Ronza off of his feet and slammed him into a table.
With his consciousness slowly beginning to fade away, he pressed to barrel of the gun to his chin. He could not… he WOULD NOT allow his valuable knowledge to be captured. As he prepared to pull the trigger, he shouted at the shadowy figures moving into the room, "you fools will never take me!" One of the figures, who seemed to be wearing a cloak of some kind, stopped and raised his hand. He slowly beans to make a trembling fist and Ronza thought that the figure intended to punch him. He hurriedly pulled the trigger….. nothing happened. He gazed down at the barrel only to find that it had been crushed.
"I'm sorry to do that, but my orders were to take you alive." The figure said, as blue armored troopers began to pour into the room. One of the troopers roughly cuffed Ronza and hauled him to his feet. The figure stepped forward and pulled off his hood and stared levelly at the prisoner.
"Y...y…you're Anakin Skywalker!" Ronza managed to stutter out.
"Yes I am," Anakin replied "and you're another deadbeat Separatist. Take him away." He said to a commander standing next to him.
"Yes Sir!" the clone said as he grabbed Ronza and pushed him to the door.
"oh and Commander," Anakin said"you and you're men did a fine job today."
"Thank you, Sir. The FiveohFirst is always ready to help!" came the reply after a short pause.