The city's sky may have darkened, yet it is below the horizon where things have only gotten brighter, lights of neon glowed vibrantly from business signs and traffic lights. Advertisements splashed at every block as vehicles of every size and shape whizzed by in a million different directions. People walked in crowds. It's the city that never sleeps. There was no such thing as quiet on Coruscant, and Mace Windu didn't realize it until his "me time" was disturbed.

He had finished his scene about an hour ago, and while the cameras began their move over to the next set he took this as his opportunity to treat himself to a job well done, he was sick of meetings. Everyone was celebrating today on another season finished. Windu usually went out to party with the cast, but today he was glad he spent his time at the one place no one would ever look to find him: The largest indoor garden on the system

He sat in a cool, calm room in the darn most comfortable chair he ever sat in. He hated the Jedi Council chairs back at set; they looked great but were a pain to his back. But he loved the chair he sat in; he sank deep into its cushions, being engulfed by fluffy comfort. Around him he could hear leaves rustle from the breeze of the artificial wind and the tapping noise of the automatic sprinklers spread out all over the building. He relaxed, taking a deep breath of fresh air. He looked over to the flower bed next to him and picked one of the deep violet flowers from the plant. He lifted it up to his face and took a whiff. This was his secret place. People passed by him as he relaxed; most people just come in to see the plants, but Mace Windu figured this place to be anything he imagined. He hated being stuck on Coruscant for a long period of time, it was way too stressful. He stuffed the stem of the flower onto his belt before reaching down to grab his drink. He rested the cup on his lap before the ringing of his wrist catching him off guard; he lifted his communication device to his face to listen closer.

"We have a code red on the fortieth floor, I repeat- emergency at the conference room does anybody read?" Windu frowned, recognizing the voice of a clone. He put the pieces together: conference room, fourteenth floor. The only building a clone would be at with a conference room on the fourteenth floor was at the Senate Building across town. The Jedi pushed the button, thinking fast,

"I read you loud and clear, this is Mace Windu at Dunkin Doughnuts, I'll be over in a few."

"Be careful, Jar-Jar Binks is armed, crazed, and extremely dangerous."

Mace Windu had begun to sit up when he heard this, and with the clone's panicked voice telling him that Jar-Jar Binks was dangerous, the man couldn't help but burst into such laughter that people across the way had to look back at him like he had two heads. He barely heard the second voice take over the conversation at the other end,

"Just get over here!" Mace turned off his comm link, standing to his feet while silently giggling. The second voice was female, and the Jedi could only match it up with Padme. With his warm tea in hand he made his way out of the building, shaking his head.

Sure he lied about his location, it wasn't a full lie, he did go to Dunkin Doughnuts; that's where he got his tea. He just wasn't there at the moment. He kept his secret. But now he had to make his way over to the Senate Building to find out what the heck was going on at the Fourteenth floor. The busyness of the city embraced him as he stepped outside, back to reality, he thought with a sigh. And with the flower still on his belt he began to jog towards his destination.

"How dare you do this to me!" Tarkin exclaimed, "This is torture! Tying me down against my will! I will sue each and every one of you out of everything you own!" Hondo moved over to the man sitting in the chair with his limbs being tied to the legs of the chair and tape being stretched around him to the back of the chair. Hondo took a large piece of duct tape and pressed it against his mouth, he fell much quieter.

"Thank the Force that was annoying!" Fives sighed, rubbing his temples from distress. The room had gone dark; there was no more sunlight to go around; all that was left were the colored lights of a thousand buildings and a thousand ships flying around before them. The Jedi and Sith had cleaned up the mess- to a degree. They moved the table halves off to the side against the wall with its legs in the air. The glass bits were brushed into a pile in the corner. Everyone else, after tying down the pest, grabbed their chairs and migrated into a circle in the middle of the room. Jar-Jar's chair (with him in it) was pulled over to join. Ventress and Cody dragged Tarkin against the wall outside of the circle. They did this quietly, not much to be said.

Without any order they all sat together in their circle. There was a moment. They reflected. Ahsoka fidgeted with her hands in her lap, "So how long until Windu arrives?" She asked suddenly to break the silence.

"If he had any thought he would call somebody here to get us…." Ventress informed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"But it's late, there probably aren't a lot of people here now, they're all out celebrating, if Mace was the only one to answer his comm then everybody else must have turned them off." The crowd listened to Jesse with interest. Celebrating? The question disturbed them all.

"I forgot that everybody celebrated after each episode, especially after each season... they don't know…."

"That they shouldn't be celebrating," Palpatine finished, looking to Barriss with sad eyes.

Another hush. It seemed like such a long time ago that the most devastating news of the year had been told to them. It was only less than an hour ago that they found out their show together was ending. Through all the commotion they had forgotten the truth. This was the last meeting.

Grievous coughed into his balled-fist, "Well I'm going to tell you that the first thing I am doing when I get home is throw out all my Disney movies!" His free hand gestured across the room with emphasis. "I don't want them! Not even Aladdin..." His voice faded. Everyone gasped,

"I thought you loved Aladdin?" Count Dooku questioned, gazing at his close friend from across the circle. The separatist looked around at everyone's faces before burying his metal face in his hands,

"I do! But I can't love something by a company that ruined my life! This was my Job! You're all my friends!" He hysterically cried into his hands. Surprise waved around in the air. No one has ever seen Grievous cry before. He was one of the greatest actors on set; some feared him because of the character he played. He was a shoe-in for this part and it was all going to waste.

"Well then I'm never watching Disney ever again either!" Hondo huffed, "I am no longer satisfied with them!"

"I loved Disney growing up, but I guess things now-a-days are just for money…." Padme sadly murmured, Jesse placed a hand on her shoulder,

"Most of the shows now aren't great anyways; we always belonged to George- to Cartoon Network."

"Yea! We don't need no fancy place at Disney parks!" Anakin exclaimed, "Star Wars was great without them!"

"I'm sure if Walt Disney was here now he would not be happy with what's become of this," Barriss added sternly.

"Well whatever they have in mind with their new addition- I will not be part of it," Palpatine settled. Everyone nodded their heads in agreement with no objection.

"I have to admit, at first I was thrilled to be part of the-," Obi-Wan chuckled, "-Disney Empire, but now I am far more confused and upset than anything."

"Turn the tables, Disney has," Master Yoda joined, "Pain, we cannot help but feel."

From behind Cody, Tarkin hopped in his chair while attempting to communicate with a muffled noise no one could catch.

Ventress motioned to Tarkin and Jar-Jar, "What do we do about them?" She asked.

"We'll feed Tarkin to Disney; they obviously know how to eat up hopes and dreams," Fives joked, and a wave of amusement swept across the room. Grievous sniffled and wiped his face with the back of his hand, a small maniacal laugh exiting his mouth.

"I think Jar-Jar will be alright after a good night's sleep, and some medication, and a trip to the counselor again…" Padme assured, looking over to the sleeping Gungan in his chair quietly snoring. They were forced to knock him out, not like any brain damage would really affect him. They just wanted to play safe.

Hondo sighed, "Well since we're waiting I'm just gonna take this time for some payback…." He stood to his feet and walk through the circle.

"What are you talking about?" Tup asked. Hondo moved past Cody to Tarkin, struggling to free himself from the dreaded tape that has bound him to the furniture.

The Pirate pointed an accusing finger at him, "This man took my last muffin! I only had one left and I put it in the fridge for after shooting and this man took it! And so! I shall take this opportunity to simply slap him in the face." Some of the cast couldn't help but chuckle to this, was he serious?

"Are you talking about the blueberry one?" Jesse asked curiously. Hondo looked to him.

"Yes."

Jesse sighed while raising his hand, "I took that one Hondo, I didn't know it was yours…. Sorry…" He admitted, his face turning red. Hondo licked his lips in a split second of thought,

"I'm still going to slap him anyway." And with a swift movement he twisted around with his right hand outstretched enough to slap Tarkin's face with enough force to snap his head to the side.

Jesse couldn't help but snicker, "That was months ago. You just wanted an excuse to hit him didn't you?" He asked. Hondo placed his hands on his hips,

"I'm still a pirate, I don't need excuses!"

Palpatine sat up in his chair, "So it seems that we don't need excuses to hurt Tarkin?..." He began slowly, looking around suspiciously, giving everyone the same idea. Count Dooku pulled back a sinister grin as he played along,

"It does not seem like we need any excuse at all."

"But still, since he so favors Disney for canceling the show, who says why we can't be mad at him for it?" Ahsoka added. Everyone smiled an evil smile before standing to their feet.

Padme went over and with one movement ripped the tape from Tarkin's face, "Is there anything you would like to say Tarkin?" She asked sweetly, just barely covering up the threat of death rolling off her lips.

Tarkin's face fell as he looked among the suddenly dark faces. He cleared his throat, "Well yes!" His energy fell, "I… well….. fine- I'll admit, I knew Disney was cancelling the show. I…. actually voted for its end." Everyone couldn't help but be taken aback. "I was the only one in the cast asked for their opinion, and I told the truth."

"So you knew this whole time!" Cody barked, pointing a finger accusingly at him.

"Of course I did! I was asked by the Director for my opinion, he allowed me into the discussions with Disney…. I opted they began working on a… different show…"

"Wait wait- they're going to cancel our show and start a new one!?" Barriss was appalled.

"We're not just being cancelled, we're being replaced!" Ventress growled. Anakin shoved himself forward to grab Tarkin by the collar with his fist,

"What are they planning on doing now!?" He demanded, just inched from his face. Tarkin's eyes darted from left to right,

"S-Something animated!"

"Does it take place during the clone wars?" Tup asked gravely. Tarkin shook his head,

"No, the Empire and the Rebels or something…"

"WHAAT?!" Dooku and Grievous said together.

"WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT!? THERE ARE ALREADY THE MOVIES AND MILLIONS OF OTHER PARADIES AND SKITS ABOUT THE EMPIRE! WE HAD OUR TIME AND IT WAS GOOD NOW THEYRE GOING BACK TO THE SAME KRIFFING THING!" Cody raged, throwing his hands in the air. Grievous had all four of his hands tense with anger, he couldn't hold it in. Even with all the classes he had taken he never was so angry in his entire life. He marched over to the table halves across the room. With the strength of his robotic arms he flipped one of the halves with such force it tumbled through the large window, shattering more glass. The table half fell below, but no one took much notice.

There was a jet noise before a dark figure appeared out the window,

"Watch it you idiot!" Cad Bane snapped, adjusting his hat, "You could have killed me!" The bounty hunter gripped the lightsaber in his hand. Grievous pointed to Tarkin, "He knew we were cancelled and that our show is being replaced!" Cad Bane looked to Tarkin with his dark eyes,

"WHAAAAATTTT?!" He raged, flying inside the room and turning his jet boots off.

Rex had pulled Cody's arms out of the air and placed a hand on his shoulder,

"Do I have to tie you down too?" He asked nervously. Cody brushed the Captain off.

"No, not yet at least…."

Everyone looked to Tarkin.

"I guess we have a reason now," Hondo informed anybody who would listen while going into his coat to pull out a knife. He fell behind the crowd to cut at the rope binding Jar-Jar- who had awakened to the sound of screaming. Fives tossed the Pirate the keys to the binders and Jar-Jar was soon released, catching up on the conversation far too quickly.

Tarkin's eyes widened for the first time in fear. Grievous was punching his palm with his fist. Yoda gave him a stare that could kill. Palpatine cracked his knuckles. The clones lifted their fists. Anakin glared. Cad Bane ignited the lightsaber and began to make his way forward with Grievous. Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his chest with something beyond disappointment. They slowly began to approach him.

Outside the sky was completely dark. And as Padme shoved the tape back on the man's face for the first time ever Tarkin was afraid. And he sat helpless as the crowd surrounded him in the dark room, before engulfing him completely.

I know a lot of different things happened in this chapter, and let's say the "I hate Disney" part reflected a lot of my own anger from the cancelling of the show. I originally thought of having Mace Windu at a spa instead of a garden but I didn't want people to think I took the idea from Queen, another great writer that you should look into!

I am also unaware if I used the Mandalorian swear correctly

And I was unable to figure out if I spelt comm right. I think it's a com link but I couldn't find the piece of equipment online for correct spelling….

I know im a mess this chapter

This story is nearing its end but thank you all so much for your suggestions and comments!