The End of the Empire

It's been a long and tiring day. I apologize for nothing in my shameless robbery of a fantastic internet series.
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"Soldiers of the E88!" Kaiser shouted into the great hall... Okay, modestly sized hall which nonetheless fit all the remaining members in without any problem in a rented room in the second largest building in the Bay. (the FBI having taken the first largest). "I have found a new Cape! One who will defeat Orb Weaver."

Hookwolf looked up at the cloaked figure. "Who the hell is he?"

"I am Anakin!" the figure said. "Actually, Master Anakin, though I expect to soon be granted my Doctorate."

Crusader Blinked. "You're a fucking school teacher? You'll beat Orb Weaver?"

"While I am a teacher, I am also a skilled warrior," He said. "Which does present something of a contradiction, a Dichotomy, as it were, which I have explored extensively in my thesis on The Tragedy of Darth Plagueis the Wise. While it is important to defeat Orb Weaver, another example of the Dichotomy of the Fear of Unknown as applied to the criminal world, I think I would be remiss in not providing a brief outline of my thesis and some of the unusual approaches I have taken in terms of my methodology..."

I knew where the Empire was. And soon I would have them all. Under the street, my legions swarmed, and from here, at the base of the building, I would send them in to--HOLY SHIT!

I barely dodged a falling Kaiser as he splattered right in front of me, then dove to the left as Menja added another crater.

"I cannot die fast enough!" Hookwolf screamed as he added to the people pile. I looked up and my eyes widened (as did most of my bugs eyes, however impossible that was) at the rain of E88 capes and soldiers. I dodged, to the left and the right, barely able to avoid getting splattered. What the fuck...
I sent a swarm up, ready to engage whoever or whatever had--
I screamed as Hookwolf grabbed me by the ankle, and gasped out with his last breath. "....Thesis! Dichotomy! Save yourself." Then he expired.

I stared at the rather icky remains of the Empire, looked up at the figure looking down at me, and then...

"Nope." I turned and walked away. The PRT could handle this.