"Great, now what do we do?" Ahsoka asked her master.
"Let's start with that-" Skywalker replied, glaring at Count Dooku. Raising his hand Anakin used the force to rip the lightsaber out of the Sith's hand.
"What are you doing?" The Count asked, raising his hand out to pull on the saber as well, it remained in mid-air as both force wielders pulled on it.
"You're not supposed to have this with you! It's supposed to be in the safe with our other lightsabers, someone could have been killed!"
"At least Tarkin was the only one in danger at the moment," Grievous added, shifting away from the damage of the window he caused. Ahsoka watched as the two battled with the force over the weapon, she held her hands up,
"Stop fighting guys you're acting like children!" Everyone watched as the lightsaber began to shift faster and faster in the air over the battle, Ahsoka tried to take it from them, but the energy was too strong for the object, it flew out of all three force grasps and rocketed behind them into the glass window. The impact caused the cracked glass to shatter and the lightsaber fell out the building, tumbling to the below. Everyone gasped, racing to the edge of the floor, peering down to the traffic of Coruscant rushing by, no lightsaber in sight.
"Great, the director is going to be so ticked!" Anakin cried as Dooku placed his hands over his head in distress.
"Not to mention the janitor, this window looked like a million bucks!" Hondo wavered, observing the giant hole in the glass.
"I guess I'll have to go get it," Cad Bane sighed, pressing a button on his wrist that caused the sides of his boots to light up in blue flames. He glided out of the building and floated before them. Outside the sun in the horizon was almost completely dipped below the horizon, the sky was a mass of large dark blues and purples dominating the small streak of gold stretched along the horizon. Cad Bane tipped his hat before taking off to the below on his search for the lightsaber.
Everyone relaxed and stepped back into the room, which was so much darker, it seemed like days ago when they came here, and things just kept getting worse.
"I guess the only thing we can do is wait for help." Padme looked at everyone, sighing with disappointment, she was going to have dinner with some friends tonight, seems like plans have changed.
"Yes well, we might as well get comfortable," Obi-Wan suggested before looking to the clone beside him, "Captain, would you mind seating Jar-Jar, I think this event will cause his need of great therapy."
"Yes sir," He smiled, but it immediately died, Kenobi wasn't a general anymore, and Rex wasn't a Captain anymore. He waved for Cody and together they sat Binks in a chair against the wall. The clones looked behind them to see everyone's suspicious gazes.
"Don't worry, these binders aren't props either," Cody informed them, and everyone relaxed. Jesse placed a hand on Tup's shoulder,
"You ok brother?" He asked, Tup nodded,
"Yea, it isn't the first time I had to think fast to get out of a situation."
"You did great, otherwise he would have tried to chop your head off," Fives told them, making his way over to Tarkin, who was catching his breath on the floor. Fives bent down and picked him up into his arms princess style. Tarkin's face turned red with embarrassment,
"What are you doing?!" He cried, "Put me down this instant!"
"Oh I think everyone wants to put you down somewhere alright." Barriss emerged from the crowd, folding her arms in front of her chest.
"You got us into this mess! So now I'm thinking you need to make a payment back!" Ahsoka barked. Everyone murmured in agreement.
"And since we're not on set, and that you're no longer a Captain, well let's say we can do what we please…" Ventress smirked ever so coldly. Tarkin swallowed,
"You wouldn't!"
Rex moved over to Fives, giving him a hand signal which caught Tarkin unprepared as Fives released his grip to flat out drop the man onto the floor. Tarkin gasped as the floor collided with his back, he gazed up at everybody glaring at him. Even Master Yoda looked angry. Rex took a swift movement to clench his fist into a tight ball and make an armored punch to his lower jaw. Rex felt all the anger diminish from satisfaction with a bone-denting sound filling his ears. He looked Tarkin in the eye,
"I think we would."
oh my gosh Rex :) hes the best. thanks for keeping up with this story it means a bunchload to me! i know you might not be seeing so much from each individual person, its super hard to keep track of twenty-ish people in the same room. suggestions would be great!
up next, the lockdown... stuck in a room with Tarkin :(
and Mace to the rescue!