Palphatine felt a disturbance in the Force. Strong and wild, it came, like a ripple on a pond. But what had dropped the stone to that started the ripple? He touched his lightsaber, secretly hidden in his right sleeve. He's betrayed me, he thought, I should have known he would, but why so soon? He has known that someday he'd be challenged for the Sith throne, but this was a totally unexpected. He set his guards around his door. Twenty of his most elite protectors should take care of an already wearied Qui-Gon.
Qui-Gon hurried to the office doors. Guards had been trying to kill him every inch of the way. Small blaster holes covered his dark robes. His twin ruby blades crackled as he deflected a dozen more shots, shooting them back with deady accuracy. The lights went out. His lightsaber light up his face, casting it with horrific shadows, fire from Hell danced in his icy blue eyes. One man down, five, ten men down. An army of Senatorial guardians had gone up against. All lay in a dead, bloody heap around him. Their corpses littering the halls. Carefully he lifted his feet he jumped over the fallen men making his way to the prestigious office. He was stopped by another squad of guards, only this time, they were dressed differently. Instead of the same long red garb as the others, their robes bore several long black stripes on the sleeves and sides. The elite Imperial guard, ah so Palphatine does know, he thought with a wicked grin.Their long electro-staffs ingited in a fizzing sound much like that of a lightsaber.
"Can't I ever have an easy day?" he thought as he reignited his double 'saber. Using Force speed he rushed head long int battle, killing two instantly with a sharp blow the head by ramming them into the wall, the other eighteen quickly regrouping into their tight formation. One, obviously the highest ranking officer by the burgandy and black plumes on his helmet lifted up his electro-staff and led them in a charge angainst the lone Sith warrior.
"For the Chancellor" they cried as energy beams clashed. The heated battle to the end ensued. Qui-Gon barely made any progress, only taking one of them down with extreme effort. Cuts decorated his arms and legs. Blood flowed down his chin from a single deep wound on his right cheek. He used the Force to give him additional strength. He could feel it flowing through his, a river a of undiluted, brutal strength. For a monet he allowed the Force to completely animate his body, he felt as if he were lying in the warmth of the sun and felt only its warmth, none of its burning wrath. With this renewed strength he cut down another guard, then another and another till only the commanding officer was left alive. He swung with his only good arm, his left arms severed at the elbow, blood flowing at a deadly fast pass. Qui-Gon swung through his waist, the wound cauterized instantly. Noww to face Palphatine and to seal his destiny, wither continue this road of darkness, or death.
The last sound of a lightsaber cutting down someone went out. Palphatine looked at his door. It was pure dantium steel, it would take a miracle to get through. Then something that could only be described as a miracle. The door was coming apart in fiery hot chunks as Qui-Gon used his lightsaber as a tool to cut through the almost impenatrable dantium steel.
The door was flung open and cast aside. A bedraggled Qui-Gon entered the spacious office. Palphatine stood up from his chair and clapped several times.
"Brave, well done. I'd thought the guards would have taken care of you, but apparently I underestimated your resolve. It would have been extroadinary to see you in action when you stregnth wasn't so depleted, sadly it appears that now I'll never get that chance." Palphatine ignited his saber and usung force enhanced speed brought his lightsaber into a offensive fighting postion. His downward strkes had stregnth unnatural o a man as old as he. Qui-Gon was quickly put on the defense, parrying his master's every blow. Soon his arms were feeling like fresh jello. He felt his back connect with the wall and knew that his end was near.
The other lightsaber now hovered an inch from his face, barely kept back by his saber. Sweat trickled down his face. Blood and sweat covered him. His master's face was almost next to his, he could feel his breath on his skin and winced.
"So comes your end, I always knew that someone with Jedi training could never beat a true Sith, prepare to become one with the Force." Qui-Gon almost felt the burn of the lightsaber connect with his head, but a loud boom distracted Palphatine, giving Qui-Gon the opening he needed. Giving Palphatine a swift kick to the groin he managed to push him back gaining more ground. Striking with new ferocity he quickly gained an advantage over his master. Striking harder and harder, he ignored the pain he felt all over, seeing only a red tint that covered his vision. With an especially hard thrust he destroyed Palphatine's lightsaber. Palphatine made a move to the door but was stopped short as Qui-Gon placed a stasis field over him. Paralyzed the old Sith was forced to watch as he and Qui-Gon's lightsaber made a deadly collision.
A squad of Jedi rushed through the Senatorial wings, but were completely taken back by the horrors they saw. The floor was littered with bodies and blood. Carefully they checked for any survivors, none. They hurred to the Chancellor's office only guessing what to expect. More bodies littered their path. Finally they were there. With Mace WIndu and Yoda at the front, Obi-Wan and seven others ignited their sabers in fear of battle. Then they heard something that made them all stop and listen. A man moaned loudly, then nothing. Fearing for Palphatine they ran even faster.
Qui-Gon looked down at his former master. Now he was nothing more than a broken body. Power surged through him. He'd killed his master, now he was Lord of the Sith. A tiny sliver of light flickered inside, but was hidden by the darkness that dominated him. He could here many footsteps from down the hall. Time to go, his exit may be cut of, but were there is a will, theres a way. He looked to the window, that'd have to do, he stepped back to get a good jump start.
The Jedi wwere finally at the office. They were about to arrest Palphatine, but as they entered they found the place to be incomplete choas. Then the sound of shattering glass broke them from this spell as they saw a dark figure flying out of the window onto the streets below. Obi-Wan didn't exactly know what happened next, but found himself following suit, plunging fifty feet before landing on a speeder. Shaking himself off he searched for the Sith finding him Force leaping over several large transports. Obi-Wan jumped after him, his mind crazed and slightly dazed from his fifty foot drop. Finally they were out of places to jump, Obi-Wan ignited his blue lightsaber.
"You are under arrest by the authority of the Jedi Council. Come peacefully and i won't ahve to harm you." Obi-Wan shouted over the hustle and bustle of nearby engines. The Sith did not raise his lightsaber or turn to acknowledge the threat. Instead he began to laugh. Obi-Wan was stunned, this Sith was corned and was...laughing at him? Was he completely mad for that would appear to be the case.
"Well done Knight Kenobi, I wouldn't have expected you to try to confront me after our last encounter, you've got more courage than I gave you credit for. Then again, I should have remembered that the bond that was between us allows us to feel each other's emotions, I guess courage is one you happened to pick up." Obi-Wan couldn't believe what he was hearing. A bond, between him and..a Sith? This was impossible, its a Sith lie, it has to be! The laughter insued again. "Dear Obi-Wan why has this answer still eluded you? Or have you forgotten abd merely need your memory refreshed?"
"Your lying, I don't know you, theres no bond between us other than a millenia of hate." The Sith laughed again this time he was apparently not laughing with complete joy, this was obviously forced laughter. The hood shook as if he was asking himself why bother? He removed his hood and faced Obi-Wan face to face. Obi-Wan reeled in shock.
"No, NO, it can't be, its a trick, a trick! My master would never turn to the darkside! Never!" Obi-Wan ranted. Qui-Gon looking at him with an almost thoughful smile, ut the evil gleem in the eyes kept it from being endearing at all.
"In truth your Master has not existed for sometime I think. There was always something dark inside of me and when I embraced it Qui-Gon Jinn died and I was reborn from his ashes. Never had I felt such power. It could easily be yours too Obi-Wan. Will you take it, or will you continue to stunt your progress with your Jedi lies of peace and serenity or will you use your anger, your frustration and turn to the darkside as well. The Jedi would tell you lies about the darkside so that they could control you. Is that what you want, to be a slave of the Jedi Council or would you take the freedon of the Sith. What is your choice?" Obi-Wan could feel the temptation there. The thoughts of power and glory. But when he looked at Qui-Gon he knew what is was that he wanted. The darkside had manipulated his master and made him a mere shell of what he once was.
"No, I will not be tempted. But Master turn away from this dark path, theres still hope of your redemption come with me, please come with.." he never got to finish his statement as he was thrown back by a bolt of Force lightning.
"You fool, you think to lecture me about light and redemption. Who do you think you are? Yoda?" Obi-Wan looked up at him a final time. "Is that really your final choice, there will be no turnng back after this." "Yes" Obi-Wan said defiantly through his teeth. Qui-Gon sneered at him, his cold yellowing eyes boring into him.
"Then you shall fall with the rest of those fools." Then he stepped on the edge of shuttle and dropped over the edge. Obi-Wan turned over to look for and discovered him gone. And then when he felt alone, he cried.