I was right to not trust Skywalker, Mace thought as he flew out the temple window. His remaining hand flew to his wrist, clutching it as he fell down and down, into the depths of Corusant. He tried to fight off the anger and pain of the betrayal, but he couldn't. He felt the need for revenge flow through him. Skywalker had to pay for this.

A ship flew by and another hit the Jedi Master in the side and send him flying sideways with a grunt or pain. How could we have been so stupid? How did we not suspect Palpatine?

Another wave of pain hit him, but this time in the back. Another ship. Mace looked down to see where he was going to land. By the looks of it, it seemed to be a small, dark, and dirty alley.

And, that is where he landed. The poor beat up Jedi Master landed on some wooden crates and tumbled backwards off of them, scraping his face against something hard. He felt blood poor down his face and his good arm, which had ended up slamming into some things as well. He let out a yell of pain as he finally stopped tumbling, ending up on his stomach.

Then he realized something; He couldn't see out of his other eye. His good eye spotted the eyeball itself lying on the ground a few feet away. Mace felt surprise pulse through him.

"M-My eye." He croaked. He closed his remaining eye in pain. He knew he was only alive now because of his anger and hatred towards Skywalker. Am I going to the dark side? He feared.

He blacked out from the pain that coursed through him.

*X*

A week later…

Mace opened his eye. He wasn't in the alley anymore. He tried to sit up, but he couldn't. He groaned. What's going on? Where am I? He closed his eye again.

"About time." A voice said.

Mace heard footsteps as a man entered the room. "Who's there?" He growled warily.

"It's alright, Master Jedi." The man responded. "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise."

"Who are you?" Mace demanded.

"You can call me Jace." He answered.

Mace opened his eye and looked at the man who called himself Jace. Jace was a tall Korun man with brown eyes and short black hair.

"You're from Haruun Kal?" Mace asked. Haruun Kal was Mace's home world. Everyone there had dark skin. Everyone native, anyway.

Jace nodded. "I am. Now, mind telling me your name, Master Jedi?"

"How do I know if I can trust you even?" Mace demanded.

"You've been here a week. If I wanted to do something to you, I would have done it by now."

The Jedi Master heaved a sigh. He had to trust this guy if he was going to live. "Fine. My name is Mace Windu. I am also from Haruun Kal."

"I watched you fall out of the Chancellor's office up in the temple." Jace said after a few moments of silence.

"Good for you." Mace grumbled, closing his eye again. "I lost my eye from that."

"Who were you fighting?"

"Why do you care?" Mace answered with a question.

"Just answer the question."

"The Sith lord we've been looking for. It took us twenty-three years to notice who it was. He was right under our noses the whole time too."

"Who was it?" Jace was very curious, obviously.

"Palpatine." Mace spat the word out.

"I never trusted the guy." Jace muttered.

"Neither did I." Mace admitted. "Now I definitely don't."

"There was another guy up there too." Jace remembered. "He had a blue lightsaber. Who was it?"

"A traitor."

"Who is the traitor?"

"Anakin Skywalker." Mace told him. "He was supposed to be the chosen one."

"You want me to borrow a ship and take you to a medical bay?" Jace finally offered.

"Yeah. Been waiting for you to ask me that question." The Jedi answered.

"I'll be back in a bit with a ship, then." Jace nodded. "Also, I found this yesterday."

Jace handed him a lightsaber. Just by looking at the handle, Mace knew that this was, indeed, his lightsaber.

He looked up at Jace. "Thanks."

"No problem."

The man left the building and closed the door behind him. Mace heard him lock it. The Jedi Master sighed. He forced himself into a sitting position, grunting in pain. Then he stood up and walked around the room, examining it. He had been lying on a couch.

Mace didn't dare open his lightsaber. He could feel a disturbance in the light side of the Force. Jedi were getting betrayed by their clones. All of them. The Jedi were in danger. He clipped the weapon to his belt and limped into the kitchen of the apartment.

He ate a fruit and then went to look for a mirror so that he could see the damage on his face. Mace felt into the Force. He could only sense two other Jedi living on nearby planets. Kenobi and Yoda. Neither were harmed. They were at the temple. Horrible idea. Mace thought.

He sensed Skywalker. He had, indeed, turned to the dark side. He was on Mustafar. Mace resumed his search of a mirror. He found one within a few minutes. He looked into it, stunned by what he was.

There was an ugly scab from the middle of the top of his head that went across his right eye (which was missing) and ended just under his ear. He had two or three similar marks on his left arm near the shoulder. He just stared at his reflection. Then he lifted his right arm and looked at the stump of his wrist, where his hand once was.

This was all because of Skywalker.

Mace heard the front door open. "Mace, where are you?" Jace called in. "We got to go now, before someone finds out you're here."

He jogged over to him. "Alright, let's go."