I have battled this Jedi before, this Anakin Skywalker -- him and his Master, both. Anakin fought with two sabers -- and I, only one; but the victory was mine. The overenthusiastic Skywalker rushed me impetuously--at the price of his arm. I would've finished them both had not my old Master, Yoda, intervened. I'd been hoping for another chance, and now Anakin and Obi Wan have come back for seconds. I've been looking forward to this!

"Sith Lords are our specialty," says Obi Wan to milord, Palpatine, not realizing that the Chancellor, himself, is Dark Lord of the Sith! I laugh inwardly while maintaining my outwardly stoic demeanor. Thus, the battle begins. The two Jedi brandish their lightsabers, and I successfully block their attack. Up the stairs we go, thrusting and parrying and taking out several droids out in our wake. I force-push Master Kenobi across the room, and loosen the bolts on a platform which comes crashing down on Obi Wan, pinning him to the floor.

Anakin continues to fight. I sense his fear...his hatred...his anger. If he used these to his full potential, he would, indeed, grow stronger in the force. We battle on viciously, each clash of our lightsabers more fervid than the last, while my Master sits there playing the role of the helpless captive. Anakin nimbly executes an uppercut -- my saber flies through the air, and my opponent deftly catches it. Intense pain shoots through both of my wrists. I look down and realize that my hands are gone! The two nubs at the ends of my arms are partially cauterized. I sink to my knees, speechless...wounded...immobilized.

I look to milord; for he'd promised to step in if the Jedi gained the upper hand in this battle. "Good, Anakin, good!," Palpatine cheers. "Kill him. Kill him now." Shock causes my jaw to go slack. Skywalker briefly struggles with indecision, and my life flickers before my eyes. The sting of my Master's betrayal, the humility of being at Anakin's mercy, and the smell of my own scorched flesh make me sick to my stomach.

"DO IT!," the Chancellor orders. My vanquisher's countenance quickly turns fierce, and I suddenly feel extreme heat searing the sides of my neck...

*lights out*
-Darth Tyranus