"So…" Palpatine said, softly. "It's treason, then."
He lunged forwards and lashed out, and Saesee Tiin fell to his blade in a second. Agen Kolar lasted only a moment longer, then Kit Fisto barely managed to parry the gleaming red blade of Palpatine's lightsaber and took a wound to the lung rather than the heart.
Mace Windu advanced, his own lightsaber shimmering, and the blades clashed once, twice, and a third time as the stricken Jedi Master managed to use a desk to arrest his fall.
There was a crackle from Kit Fisto's comlink.
"Master!" a high-pitched voice said. "Are you all right?"
Red and purple lightsabers clashed again, and neither Palpatine nor Windu could spare more than the merest threads of attention towards the conversation.
"I'm-" Fisto began, then grimaced.
"I felt that!" the voice declared. "Master, you need help!"
"No," Fisto said, shaking his head. "Don't – it's not safe here, Rorqual!"
"Master, I'm your padawan!" Rorqual replied, firmly. "I know it's dangerous but I'm a jedi too! I'm coming to help!"
"Rorqual-" Fisto began, then hissed and nearly fell over.
"It sounds as though I will have to kill his padawan as a traitor, as well!" Palpatine said, smirking, mostly to try and throw Windu off.
Jedi were so easy to manipulate.
Then he had to defend himself against several more vicious attacks, and all his concentration went to the lightsaber battle for a long moment.
He backed towards the window, gaining a moment's respite by moving a chair into Windu's path… then frowned.
He had a sort of foreboding feeling.
Anakin had known he should have been involved!
He steered his speeder crazily through the Coruscant traffic, ignoring the traffic violations flashing up on the screen, and looked up towards the Chancellor's office.
He had to get there in time. He had to.
Then a flicker of movement caught his eye, and he looked up – only to stare as a massive object, thirty metres long and with a blue light blazing on one side, belly-flopped down out of the sky and landed with an almighty crash on the Chancellor's office.
"...what?" Anakin asked, because that was the only thing he was really thinking.
Then some kind of explosion blew out the windows of the room below the Chancellor's office.
Mace Windu picked himself up from the debris.
They were, if he was correct, on the floor below the Chancellor's office, or at least that appeared to be where Mace himself had ended up. It was a bit more difficult to tell with Palpatine, because he was now approximately three centimetres tall and four metres across.
Or had been, before he exploded.
"Master?" Padawan Rorqual squeaked, sounding dizzy. "I have a tummy ache now…"
There was a rustling sound, and Windu saw past the Whaladon padawan's immense body that Master Fisto had dragged himself to somewhere he could see both of them.
"Good work, Padawan," Fisto declared. "Very good aim."
"Thank you, Master," Rorqual said, still sounding a bit out of it.
AN:
Another from the Yes They're Sapient collection.