The Chancellor felt something change in the force.
Sheev Palpatine felt that he understood the force perfectly. He knew the ways of the Jedi, of the Sith, of the Grey zones. He felt Force Magic in his blood, his secret weapon, it had never failed him.
Yet Dooku's capture baffled him. The Jedi has tried so many times to do it, and their efforts had had utterly no success. The actions of the Jedi had no significance then the scrambling of ants compared with his grand plan. How had they accomplished something so suddenly that they had been unsuccessfully trying for years? They captured the Sith's apprentice so soon after the curse started. That coincidence compelled him to look to the force. He found it strangely vacant. The dark side, as clichéd as it was in terms, had always called to him. Counsel was never a matter of guesswork to the Sith lord, first his master, now the force, it had always guided him.
He reached out the grey force, simply feeling all energy, good and evil and everything in between. He sensed something powerful. The only force seemed congregated around a single person more strongly then he had ever seen.
Suddenly he recoiled and fell to the ground, as though the force had pushed away. Panting, he stood and an evil smirk spread from one corner of his mouth to the other.
He wasn't the only being in the galaxy with magic. But he had the advantage. He knew of her. And she had no idea what she was coming for.