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"Muahahahahahaha-haaaah..." Medic laughed in totally evil way as he starred down at the surface of Coruscant from the bridge of his taken Providence-class. Multum of his other ships following after it. "It's just you and me, robots!" He called out, making the connection with other crews via holotable. "Now go!"

"Roger roger." Multum of responses came back as the ships lowered their altitude, opting for a straight descent towards the surface of Republic's capital planet.

"Hmm, I might actually join them." Medic smiled, turning around and heading out of the command post. "Let's see how much blood is in zhem." He added to himself, taking out a rather polished Ubersaw from behind his medical coat.

"Oh, brothers." Count Dooku said, greeting two well-known Dathomirian Zabraks who enter his cabinet. "Glad to see you alive and well."

"Us too." Maul responded, while Opress only smiled gently. "May I ask for a reason behind you calling?"

"A simple one, really." Dooku nodded, walking from behind his desk to face them up close. "I need skilled people to help when the war is over, and that includes you."

"Ah yes, there is still need to establish a new order over the galaxy after the war is ended." Maul nodded, well-mooded in his thinking at the moment. "Especially with the terror your most loyal subject has just unleashed."

"General Grievous haven't done anything out of the ordinary as I know and sense." Dooku responded, denying his claim. "He's been very successful in a large part of his recent operations."

"I don't talk about Grievous." Maul shaled his head, now slightly irritated.

"The Blues?" Savage asked curiously.

"Ues, the Blues..." Maul responded, catching his head from the sudden migrane. "I feel one of them will do something horrible. And I know it."

"Glad to see you willing to voice an opinion." Dooku nodded, walking up to him. "Now, allow me to share a few tricks..."

"Hyaaa!" Medic yelled with passion, piercing a random out-of-position clone trooper with his Vita-saw while his small, but propably elite army of droids. And why reprogrammed? Well, maybe because they were all BX-series droid commandos. An excellent choice when you need to attack planet with a HQ of Jedi Order.

"Their forces are overrun!" One of such droids reported to him, shanking off some human Jedi off of his blade and down on the floor. "Should we push or secure the backline?"

"Puuush!" Medic ordered, switching to his Crusader's Crossbow and nailing another member of Coruscant Guard in the head. "They are weakened! Attack the barracks!"

"Roger, roger." Droid responded, jumping away in backflips while Medic proceeded forward with malicious face and intent. "Jedi Temple is all mine..."

"I don't think so, war criminal." A strong, distinct tone made him turn to the left, where on top of piled droids stood a man whose skin colour happen to be weirdly rare amongst human population of the Galaxy.

"Ah yes! Mace Windu." Medic smiled, not taking him seriously while igniting his lightsaber in the free left hand. "Shall we?"

"Your pitiful raid won't achieve anything." Windu said, hopping down to him so they could have equal ground while black smoke and generic sounds of fire began to encircle them. "And you'll end alongside it."

"Hmph." Medic smiled, lifting his finger and throwing Mace outside the atmosphere of the planet. "Always wondered why no one ever did it. It's so obvious!" He said to himself, looking back into his pocket and well over ten litres of Force-strenghtened blood. "Oh well, might aswell use it." He assured himself while connecting his needles and blades to it. "After all there is a reason why..." He smiled even wider, plugging his body with all sorts of body-piercing accessories he had. "I AM ZHE UBERMENSCH!!!"

"I fucking told you! I-I really fucking did!" Maul ranted, as he, Dooku and Savage looked at the holotable relation of Coruscant's Jedi Temple being thrown into the space with many, many Jedi being reported as suffocated in the airless vacuum by one-hand countable Republican ships that arrived to help with the invasion.

"I didn't liked it's opressive architecture anyway." Dooku sighed, looking back at the doors. "Sidious, I know you're behind them. Stop playing with Magna Guards corpses and face me like Sith faces a Jedi."

"You are an arrogant one, Tyranus." Sith Lord responded, opening the doors with the force and walking into the room. "I should have known earlier that you would try to decieve me."

"Good thing that you didn't then." Savage added, igniting his dual lightsaber while Dooku and Maul did the same to their own ones. "You can face one, maybe two apprentices. But how about two and me at a same time?"

"... Yes." Palpatine nodded, using his force lightning, only to have to blocked by Dooku with open palm of the hand. "What?"

"Glad to see I am the biggest threat in your eyes, my former Master." Dooku nodded, carefully passing the lightning into Maul's hands. "As you can see, you can't stop the Force lightning at the moment."

"What sorcery is this?!" Sidious shouted with anger, waving his hands all over around himself to no avail.

"I though I would say it." Dooku looked past him, making an unusual for him wide smile.

"Now, guess how you'll die?" Savage asked him, beginning to live up to his name. "My tip is that Grevious in on the other side of the Galaxy."

"Hnnnggghhh..." Sidious didn't responded, instead struggling to make his lightning go off of Maul's hands.

"Now, here is my tip, as my brother calls it." Maul said, pulling his arm back and yanking Sith Lord onto the floor like puppet on the strings. "What made Dooku finally break off of you?"

"Ha?..." Elderly Chancellor tried to respond, but two quick lightsaber's ends going throu his brain and heart stopped him from doing so.

"Excellent precision worthy of my teachings, Asajj." Dooku smiled, as his apprentice rised from behind the lifeless corpse.

"I wouldn't pass on one who wanted to dispose me." She responded, making the end of her sentence sounds very malicious.

"And it's mostly fair that you went throu with it." Maul nodded, agreeing to the statement.

"But enough self-reassureance." Dooku said. "We still have to dispose of the body and observe the situation."

"Now it's just you and me!" Medic laughed, walking forward with all types of Ubercharges over his body, overpressure of Force in his veins and lightsaber in hand.

"Hmm, face you, I will." Yoda responded, ending his meditation and walking away from the destroyed road, now a highly destroyed cliff above the straight road to the lowest levers of the planet and their deadly toxicology no one could withstand. "Your power decieves you strong."

"I know, I know." Medic agreed, having his Ubers end at nearly the exact same time. "But my brain does not." He added, clanching his fists while Yoda felt his insides being crushed. "As a teutonic man of medicine, I studied every-single-one anatomy in zhe whole Universe." He proclaimed, walking forward as Yoda saw weirdly dark blood come from below him. "I know just how much force apply to your specific organs for maximal damage."

"Arkhm..." Yoda coughed, folling down on the floor while still looking at approaching Separatist leader. "Destruction and evil, win do not."

"But insane do!" Medic laughed at him, then proceeding to repedeately Schadefreunde over his bleeding out opponent while dodging ocassional lightsaber throws thanks to rigged hitbox.

"Hmm, he stands longer than anticipated." Spy commented, looking down at the live report feed from Coruscant. "Howver, I didn't expect him to take down Yoda so easily."

"Neither did I." Engineer added, correcting his construction helmet. "And it worries me a lot."