Anakin blinked and reached down, steadying Tysyacha as she stood. "A fluke in the Force indeed," he muttered. "Anakin Skywalker. And as to this being Coruscant..." He glanced around and nodded. "... that it is, but it's... different." He gazed up into the sky. "Not ten minutes ago, I was up there, flying with my old Master against the..." His voice trailed off and his lips flattened into a thin line.
"Something's not right here, Tysyacha Dvyx," he murmured. "A lot of things are not right here... no doubt some trick of the CIS... and Dooku... it's got his signature all over it." He scowled. "Confuse the Jedi with a dirty trick and stab them in the back..." He swore in Huttese, clenching his right hand into a fist...