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He fell through the sky, hurtling towards the concrete that formed the surface of Coruscant. What had happened to Mace Windu in the last few minutes would haunt him for the rest of his life. He was about to destroy a Sith menace, Darth Sidious. Anakin Skywalker, the Chosen One, the boy he always distrusted, took off his hand with one sweep of his saber. Sidious jumped up and electrocuted Mace out of the window into the cascading winds. The stump of his arm bled mildly but Mace used the Force to pinch the artery shut just in case and focused on the buzz of hundreds of airspeeders.
Forst, he used the force and called his falling lightsaber to him and clipped it onto his belt. Then he saw his chance and stretched out his arm. A speeder flew under him and Mace’s hand caught onto it firmly. The speeder’s pilot set it down on a platform nearby in alarm.
“Master Windu?” he asked amazed.
“Yes,” Mace replied. “Do you happen to know a medical facility somewhere nearby?”
“Sure, there are plenty. Though, if you want a medical droid, you'll have to go to Dantooine.
“All the medic droids have been transported off planet to the Republic bases. Don’t you know?”
“You mean to tell me that we are on the capital of the Republic and there is not a single medic droid here?” Mace asked incredulously.
"Unfortunately, yes," the pilot replied.
Mace thought quickly.
“Could you drop me off at the Jedi Temple hangars?” Mace asked the speeder pilot.
He nodded and motioned to the speeder. Fifteen minutes later, Mace Windu was flying away in an Aethersprite to Dantooine.