Anakin POV
Palpatine's chambers looked the same as they always have been. The room was dark because the outside world of Malachor had shed so little light. What few drops of sun that penetrated the room shined on my old masters disfigured face. He was haggard and old, wrapped in a black cloak that clung to his body without any form to it. I had not noticed when I was a pupil because I was so enraptured with his power, but my master really was the personification of evil, with his yellow eyes sunken in and his calloused hands clutching the seat rest.
Horrified, I took my eyes off Sidious and glanced around the room. Every instrument in the room was a mixture of black and silver that created a metallic atmosphere that reminded me of the cursed Death Star. I shook and drew my cloak around me.
"Sir," said our guide, "a man is here to sell you two slaves."
"You fool," sneered Palpatine, "these are Jedi here to kill me!" His bony hands appeared, and electricity shot out from them. Our guide screamed as his body wracked with pain, and I saw his face contort with shock. We all said nothing as he screamed and writhed on the floor, then suddenly, I could not take it anymore. The vision of Master Windu screaming and falling to the same torture sprang to my mind.
I stepped in front of the lightning, and caught it with my hand. I breathed slowly as Master Yoda had instructed me, all these past years, and let the Force flow through my body. Redirecting the lightning, I shot it back into Sidious' face, where he flew backwards in his chair from pain and surprise.
"Enough of this!" I demanded. "You have been tricked, and now your day of reckoning has come. It is not this fool's fault. You have brought this upon yourself."
"Do you really want to fight me Anakin? It tends not to go well for you."
"Who says we are alone?" asked Ahsoka.
With perfect timing, the doors blew open, and though clones rushed in holding fire and spread throughout the room, guns pointed at Sidious. I recognized one to be Rex. Then Master Yoda, Master Depa, with her arm in a sling, Master Plo, and Master Windu all came into the room, lightsabers drawn.
"Master Yoda," sneered Sidious.
"Fallen, you have," said Yoda.
"I was always a Sith. I was never one of your pathetic clan."
"You are lost," said Depa, "You just can't see it. The way you are seeking leads to death and destruction. Your own apprentice killed you because you pushed him too far. Can't you see what the Dark Side does?"
"I am not a project for you to rehabilitate Child. The way of the Sith is darkness and power. It is the Jedi who are weak," said Palpatine
"You have done everything in your power to make the galaxy a living hell," said Ahsoka. "The Sith want destruction and power. No one was free, but you."
"And the world was better before my kingdom, before my empire," asked Palpatine, "with the Jedi making a mess of things with their endless war and their attempt to control democracy."
"You started that war!" yelled Anakin.
"And expelling a Sith from the senate is not controlling democracy, it is preserving it," said Obi-Wan.
"That is one point of view," said Palpatine, calmly.
"That is the Senate's point of view," said Depa.
"I WAS THE SENATE!"
"We beg to differ," said Mace Windu, and ignited his lightsaber.
I took out mine, and ignited it. Suddenly the room was alive with the soft glow of pale blue and green, and one purple lightsabers. Palpatine rose gracefully, and walked down the podium with the strength of a titan. He was not much to look at, but the force flowed through him and he would not go down easy.
"Guards!" he yelled.
Four armed guards, clad in red, walked in from unknown hiding places, and entrapped us in a pentagon with Sidious at the top. I breathed in through my nose and exhaled slowly. I twirled my saber experimentally, and raised it over my head. This was going to be a tough fight, and I would have to concentrate if I was going to win.
My job was Sidious himself. No tricks, no gimmicks. Just me, and the Force against the man who ruined my life. I could not come at him with anger, or hatred, or pain. That was the path to the Dark Side. I had to surrender all of that and come at him with some sense of peace that I was doing the right thing, my destiny.
My stomach churned, my heart pounded, and my head felt like it was filled with cotton. I took a deep breath and steadied myself. Bouncing up and down on the balls of my feet, I played experimentally with my lightsaber.
If this did not work there was no clue where he could run, where he could hide. He would strike at Padme, my mom, Ahsoka, the kids, or me at any time. He would do anything to get back into power and become strong in the Senate. I was officially standing between a monster and the galaxy, and I had to win.
"I feel threatened," said Palpatine. "I want you to kill all of them."
The electro staffs ignited and the guards came towards us.
