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"It's treason, then." The Dark Lord of the Sith sneered, voice full of cold hatred. He ignited his lightsaber, ready to destroy the puny Jedi, and then his face was smashed into his desk with such force that the desk split in two.
Disoriented and stunned, he twirled around and was met with a blue-skinned Twi'lek woman, who promptly kneed him in the groin. He nearly doubled over, and then she punched him in the gut, sending him flying past the stunned Jedi masters and into the wall behind them.
Sidious stumbled to his feet, grasped his lightsaber, and snarled with unbridled fury as he shot off in a spinning leap towards the newcomer, who simply sidestepped him. He crashed through the window and would have been free-falling into the streets miles below, if not for the fact that his foot was suddenly pierced by a grappling hook, and he was pulled back up at great speed.
He smacked into the ceiling of his office and flopped down to the floor. As he got to his feet, he saw his assailiant marching toward him clutching a scattergun. Realising he'd lost grip of his lightsaber during his brief fall from the skyscraper, he raised his hands and brought forth the power and fury of the Dark Side of The Force, blasting a storm of lightning at her.
She quickly pressed a button on her armband, and a forcefield surrounded her and absorbed the lightning. Slowly advancing on the Sith Lord, who was huddled into a corner, desperatly blasting his force lightning, she raised her weapon toward his head...
Palpatine gulped shortly before the Twi'lek pulled the trigger, exploding his head. His last thoughts were: "I done goofed."
Mace Windu's jaw dropped.
"Holy Shit."