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A/N: Sorry for the late update. I had a mental block on this one, but hopefully updates will be more frequent, if my muse cooperates...
Chapter 5: A Fool's Arrest
Six days later
"Fools! Do you really think you can arrest me?" Sidious spat at the five Jedi Masters that had just entered his office; one of whom was Anakin Skywalker.
"Come now, m'Lord. Who really is the fool? Afterall, a fool is someone who fools others, which would make you the fool." Anakin's cockiness in the face of a threat was merely a front to force his opponent's hand, something that few people knew.
"I'll teach you some respect, you Jedi pup!" Sidious leapt across the desk and straight at Anakin, lightsaber angling towards his victim's chest.
Anakin, however, had been expecting such a move, and staged his dodge so that the lightsaber barely missed piercing him. Mace Windu, catchin onto his plan, quickly lunged forward, clipping the Dark Lord on the fore-arm. Sidious let out a pained howl, both vocally and through the Force.
Kit Fisto looked up as a new sound reached his ears, that of a speeder, closer than speeders were normally allowed near the Senate building. Sure enough, there was an ordinary-looking, black speeder driven by a red guard . He turned back to Sidious, just in time to see him let loose a maniacal laugh and send a powerful jolt of Force lightening in their collective direction.
When the pain finally wore off, Sidious was gone. Mace was the first to recover enough to realise anything, and quickly called for a medical team. The Healers would not rest tonight, of that he was sure, before the comforting darkness of unconciousness again claimed him.
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Vashta-Narada glanced at the man he hated with all his soul and wondered, not for the first time, why he had saved this man. The only answer he could think of was fear. Vashta-Narada had saved Sidious because he feared that the Sith Lord would somehow escape death, and take Anakin successfully. Fear was of the Dark Side. Fear would keep him tied to the Sith.
"You failed, my apprentice."
Vashta-Narada had still not gotten used to that title being spoken without affection, and barely kept himself from cringing. There was no use in pretending he didn't know what the Sith Lord was talking about, it would only result in more punishment. "I am sorry, Master. It would seem that I underestimated Skywalker's resolve to find the correct information. He searched the files on my arfour unit for a few hours. I thought he had just given up." He stopped, knowing that however he decided to justify the even, he would be punished within an inch of his life.
"You will receive you lesson about underestimating your opponents later. For now, it would seem that we are now fugitives, thanks to your incompetence! We will go to the Works, where I have secondary transport arranged. For a few brief seconds, Sidious contemplated pushing Vashta-Narada out of the speeder, but decided against it. He had worked hard and had made intricate plans in order to gain Vashta-Narada as his apprentice, he would not spoil it now.
"Yes, Master."
Vashta-Narada still wasn't comfortable calling him that, Sidious noted. Sidious thought it quite funny that such was the case. Kenobi's Master had been killed by a Sith Apprentice, and now, Kenobi was one. How ironic.
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