Looking at the two fallen icons whose mere names had meant death, he found it ironic that now he; a simple farm boy had been their demise. They had under-estimated his naiveté for ignorance. He had not under-estimated the Emperor as Yoda had advised. He simply had out calculated him.
The easiest one to defeat was the one who was sure he had already won.
Picking up the dark warriors blade first, he tossed it over the edge into the reactor. As he tapped the robes of the master, he discovered his weapon also; Bane the archives had said.
He tossed Bane over the side too.
Sensing them before they arrived, he knew their obvious decision and wise conclusion. Their flowing red robes swished as they approached cautiously.
"Master, what are your orders?"
Acknowledgement, acceptance, and compliance, all in one.
Sensing the rise in his power, he didn't respond as they thought. Without turning he merely thought and both bodies were hurled over the edge, suffering the same fate as the light sabers.
That was answer enough.
A flash of light caught his attention; drawing him to the seat the Emperor once held.
The battle still commenced.
It was time.