Chapter 11 Fusillade of Pie


LUKE POV

Hmm. Leave it to good ol' Sidious to find the most cliché hiding spot.

So blatantly obvious.

So obvious it's almost painful.

I mean who hides something so deadly and precious behind paintings.

That's the oldest trick in the book.

As well as the most obvious one.

That old fag must be losing his touch. Forget what I said earlier about sidious having even close to one ounce of taste left in his old corpse. That was just plain stupid.

Those thoughts ran threw his mind as he openly gawked at the black colored cylindrical shape held in his hand.

A lightsaber.

And a Sith's weapon to boot.

It was his lucky day.

He was wakened from his contemplation by Sidious's presence nearing hard and fast. And damn was he furious.

Oh, fiddlestick. I definitely do not want to stick around to see his majesty at his worst. He stuffed both sabers (his own and sidious's) into the folds of his black cloak, pulled up his hood, and sprinted across the room to the door.

He took a single glance back before dashing out.

Sheev Palpatine's supreme chancellor's office had been totaled.

SIDIOUS POV

Chancellor Palpatine burst into his office. The senate guards right behind him.

He was met with a disaster.

He slowly walked into the room. Stunned at first but he got over it and a silent deadly rage began to boil deep inside of him.

He was not angry.

Oh no.

He was absolutely furious.

Various pieces of furniture were dismembered beyond repair.

His illustrious red rug was burned badly in some places.

The walls were scorched by a lightsaber, Judging by the horizontal, vertical, and diagonal scorch marks.

His desk was absolutely ruined. As were all the matters important to the republic lay shredded on the floor and data pads cracked.

But the worst thing of all. The sight that drew his eyes, demanding his attention. Was the painting of his beloved home world Naboo.

To say the once beautiful painting was ruined would be an understatement.

But that was of little value. The real concern was what lay behind.

Of what was no longer there.

Of what was stolen.

His lightsaber.

His treasured lightsaber.

Taken by that infuriating wanna be enigma of jedi.

An emotion he thought he had long forgotten was brought up again.

A cold fear crept into him.

Sidous hadn't feared for a long time.

And now it seemed he feared that all his hard worked plans would never reach fruition.

He had to stop this enigmatic creature.

I have to stop him before it's too late.

That was his final thought before turning to address the blue senate guards.

"The one responsible must under any circumstances not be allowed to leave. They have to be apprehended. Immediately!" he hissed.

LUKE POV

Is it just me or did security just get a little tighter. He thought as he dodged more of those featherheads and some new guards. Commandoes I think their called. These guys wore blue armor all over their body. Like stormtroopers. But the design was different. Either way it was clear this new blue crew meant business.

All the ground entrances were basically blocked off and even some one had called in the Jedi.

That was not good.

Not good at all.

Well at least for him.

He was efficiently and stealthily making his way to the nearest hanger as fast as he could.

Getting out of here was his main priority for now. The only thing stopping him was a group of featherheads in his way. He was running out of time. He could feel the muddled Jedi presences getting closer. To make it worse he was pretty sure his father was among them.

Running out into the hallway he force pushed the featherheads out of the way. They yelped in surprise but quickly recovered yelling stupidly apparent things such as,

"He's over here!"

"Get him!"

"Don't let the perpetrator get away!"

"By the name of the republic you are under arrest!"

"Stop!"

"Halt immediately!"

He just laughed as they fought to keep up with him.

This is actually kinda fun he reflected, dodging none too accurate shots.

He took a short cut crossing threw a spacious banquet hall filled with all types of food displayed on porcelain tables. The occupants scattered like mice and senators dashed away and hid in a haste not wanting to get caught up in the incoming confrontation. Looking back he spotted a couple new members after him. The Jedi. There were about three of them. His father, good ol' ben who sported a big nasty bruise on his face, and some dark skinned man who had a constant scowl plastered on his face.

He wondered for a second was born that way. It sure didn't seem to him like that Jedi could change his expression at all, but kudos to him because it did make him look more menacing giving him the impression that this guy was no one to be messed with.

But that wouldn't matter because he is a Skywalker. There was always an uncertain untapped thrill that ran threw him when facing danger.

He turned to face the Jedi and whipped out his lightsaber…

Only, that's not my lightsaber!

The crimson blade hummed and crackled dangerously.

Upon seeing it the Jedi paused in their advance. A cold gleam entering their eyes. Expressions turned grim. Some of shock.

Wait a sec. crimson?! He himself was shocked.

Sure enough he was holding Sidious's black lightsaber and from it a blood red blade had sprang to life.

Well, sithspit. I grabbed the wrong one. Now the Jedi really think that I am a real Sith.

Best course of action: runawaaaay…

He turned and fled, sliding across the long porcelain table, knocking delicious looking sweets, delights, and delicacies onto the floor while picking up a scrumptious looking steamy glaze covered pastry and unceremoniously shoving it in his mouth.

He moaned. The taste was absolutely divine. He savored it as he ran.

But then found himself picked off his feet and force thrown into a cart holding all types of pies.

Groaning in pain he clutched his side which was aching from the hard collision with the floor. Calling sidious's lightsaber, which had fallen out of his hand, to himself he deactivated it and put it away. For now.

The pies wobble dangerously on the cart but thankfully didn't fall.

He breathed out a sigh of relief. I'm in no mood to get covered with pie no matter how good it might taste.

Then a brilliant idea sprang to life inside of him.

MACE WINDU POV

Mace Windu abruptly and forcefully force shoved the Sith to the other side of the room where he crash landed near a cart full of pies.

The corrun master didn't know yet but that action would prove to be his downfall of the day.

Instinctively he dodged to the side as an object was thrown at him. His comrades Anakin Skywalker and Obi Wan Kenobi were forced to dodge as well when all of the sudden they came under heavy fire.

Most of the senate guards filing into the room didn't stand a chance against the constant onslaught.

Ducking behind a table he leapt over the it intent on reaching the Sith and ending the vile creature when he was hit.

And he collided on to the floor.

Hit in the face by…

Something tasty.

Something warm.

Something cherry flavored.

A pie?

He was hit in the face by a cherry pie.

Ripping the tin pie plate from his face with a snarl he lunged toward the force presence of the sith growling angrily in humiliation. Lightsaber brandished. Ready for the kill. When vision still obscured by remnants of the cherry pie caused him to trip over a fallen table cloth, unable to regain his balance he fell face first once again into another pie. This one tasted of blueberries.

LUKE POV

He couldn't believe his luck. One Jedi down already.

He laughed hysterically at the scene. Cackled even giving a snide remark, "The oh so great master Jedi falling victim to the barrage of the pies. How pathetic."

Usually he didn't taunt others but this was just too good of an opportunity to pass up.

Raising both arms he flung pie after pie after pie repeatedly using the force.

Bad thing was he was running out of ammo. Most of the featherheads were taken care of though.

His father and Obi Wan were starting to advance on him heading parallel to one of the banquet tables that still held food untouched on it. They clearly were not happy, both blue blades poised for a fight.

Thinking fast and on instinct and using the force to speed up his movements he gripped the edge of the table cloth and flung it in their direction and before his father and Ben knew what he was doing it was already too late.

The various buffets of delicious meals that previously sat on the table were no longer their but all over Obi Wan and his poor padawan Anakin.

The stained white tablecloth covered the raging turmoil going on underneath as the duo fought to get free. Their two figures barely visible wriggling around under the white sheet.

Taking advantage of the distraction he ran the rest of the way to the hanger bay, howling with laughter and a smile spread over his face.


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