Wind whipped the pale, wrinkled face of the darkest man in the galaxy as he fell. His shadowy cloak was being blown in all directions, the blue light below overpowering the blue electricity coming from his very fingers. This man, Emperor Palpatine, the orchestrator of two Civil Wars, managed to look up at the dark dot that was getting increasingly smaller on the balcony above.
Vader, the traitor, apprentice no more, just as how Palpatine was no longer the master.
What just happened? Palpatine thought to himself. He had been killing young Luke Skywalker, saw the boy twisting in pain as the Force Lightning enveloped him… and then, suddenly, the world turned upside-down, hands of steel gripping Palpatine in an unbreakable grip.
He remembered he had screamed in rage, shooting lightning at whoever was attacking him… but it was Vader?
The heat from the bottom of the shaft was getting stronger, and Palpatine knew the end was near. His red-yellow eyes looked up one more time – Vader was either no longer in sight, or had been pulled away by the boy.
Do you see now? A threatening voice asked in Palpatine's head.
"Master…?" Palpatine whispered in shock and horror.
What you did to me… has now happened to you. You cannot escape destiny. Now you pay for your crimes against me and the Force.
A final analysis flashed through the dark ruler's mind… from Plagueis, to Naboo, to the Clone Wars, to Anakin's seduction, to the Empire, and in the end, his own plans were his doom.
A strong wind flew up the shaft as Emperor Palpatine died.