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“And how many Jedi have you killed so far, Grievous?” Sidious asks as he inspects his saber.
“I have killed two Jedi in this battle.” Grievous states, he holds up the deceased Jedi’s sabers proudly.
“Hm, I see. I want more dead. Send out more droids on the battlefield.” Sidious commands.
“Yes, my lord.” Grievous states. Sidious nods and puts his saber back into his robe. “My lord? If I may?”
“Yes, Grievous?” Sidious asks, irritated.
“Maybe putting your saber in your robe is not so wise. What if it accidently ignites and kills you?” Grievous explains.
“I am a Sith Lord. The most powerful Sith Lord. My saber accidentally turning on won’t be the thing that kills men; now go and win the battle, useless droid.” Sidious hangs up.
“Like I’ll ever die like that.” Sidious shakes his head.
Fox needs caf. He needs it right now. But no, instead, he has to protect the Chancellor from an assassination attempt. If only he could just turn a blind eye for a second, and the bounty hunter would get his job done, but no, they always have to fail, and he must always endure the company of the surviving Chancellor.
The Chancellor is currently at his desk, looking over his documents, while Fox stands there and guards him. He sees a glint from the corner of his eye, behind the Chancellor, and he quickly gets into action. He tackles the Chancellor to the floor just in time for the big window’s glass to break, and a bolt hits the Chancellor’s now empty chair.
The humming should have stopped by now; the bolt had already fired. Confused, he turns to the Chancellor, who has a red saber piercing through his upper torso. He immediately jumps up, and the saber turns off.
He bends down and pulls his robe open, revealing a black saber. Oh, Force, the Chancellor swore to protect was a Sith Lord. His day couldn’t get any better, no, really. Not only did the bounty hunter kind of do his job right, but the Chancellor was also Sith, and he won’t be blamed. Now if he could just drink some caf, his day would almost be the best day of his life.
The doors bursts open, startling Fox out of his thoughts, and Thorn looks to him and to the dead Chancellor and then back to him.
“I know you hated him, but. Fox, you can’t just kill him! What is the Republic going to think?!” Thorn scolds. Fox raises his hands.
“I’m not that naïve, otherwise, I would have put a bolt in his head a while ago.” Fox snarks. “A bounty hunter tried to kill him, so I tackled him to the floor.” Fox bends down and opens his robes again, revealing the saber to Thorn. “Turns out the Chancellor isn’t a sweet old man after all.” Fox snorts. “He’s a Sith, and his saber must have accidentally turned on when I tackled him. Practically killed himself.”
“The Senate is going to have a field day.” Thorn shakes his head. Fox nods and starts to walk out of the room. “Where are you going?”
“Well, I’m going to end this perfectly good day with a cup of caf.” Fox bluntly says. Thorn shakes his head, disturbed.
“Of course, just leave me to deal with this,” Thorn mutters.
“Of course, just what a good vod would do.”
“I hate you.”
“You too, vod, you too.”