Beneath the spires of Coruscant's medical sanctum, where death had claimed Padmé Amidala, something unnatural stirred.
Darth Sidious stood at her bedside, his fingers coiled with sickly golden energy. Beside him, Anakin knelt in silence torn between hope and horror, desperation etched into every line of his face.
"You asked me to save her," Palpatine murmured, eyes gleaming. "Now… I fulfill that promise."
He chanted in a language older than the Republic, channeling the Dark Side and the forbidden knowledge passed down from Darth Plagueis. The Force resisted death was meant to be final but Sidious bent it to his will.
Padmé gasped.
Her eyes opened, glazed at first, then wide with panic as she struggled to breathe. Anakin caught her, tears streaming down his face.
"Padmé… you're alive. I did it. We did it."
She reached for him weakly. "Ani… what happened?"
Sidious spoke before Anakin could respond.
"You died. And he brought you back. Through me. Through the power of the Dark Side."
Padmé looked at her husband changed, and cloaked in a darkness she didn't yet understand. But she saw the love behind his cold face . She clutched his hand.
Palpatine turned away, a thin smile curling his lips. The final chain had been bound. Anakin Skywalker was his mind, body, and soul.
Serion's Seizure
On Mandalore, Serion stood the mandelorian's he had strengthened , forged , they were ready for what was coming and he would lead them all to a better hope and future .
Channeling the Seed's will, he raised both arms, and the ground shuddered.
The entire Mandalore system groaned as the Force wrapped around it. Not just a ship, not just a city—but a star system was ripped from its galactic coordinates and hurled across hyperspace, drawn into the orbit of Zereth Prime.
From this forge-world, Serion would reshape warriors.
"This world will kneel no more," he proclaimed to the Mandalorians who had come "You will rise again under my banner."
They bowed in silence. Not out of fear, but awe.
The Acolyte Awakens
Deep within a temple of Zereth Prime, where the Force flowed raw and ancient, Ahsoka Tano knelt. Her montrals were bound in ceremonial metal, her lekku draped with black cloth.
She felt it—the Light. The Dark. The endless current that had once been her prison. Now, it was her weapon.
Serion approached in silence, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"The Jedi betrayed you. The Sith would use you. But the Force? The Force is yours to master."
"Then I will master it," Ahsoka said coldly, eyes glowing with raw intensity. "And never be weak again."
And so, her training began not as Jedi, not as Sith but as something other. Something greater.
The End of the Separatists
On Mustafar, the last leaders of the Separatist Alliance gathered in panic.
Then the doors opened.
Anakin Skywalker entered black cloak sweeping behind him, eyes gold with fury.
No words. Just the ignition of his saber.
Minutes later, the war was over.
Sidious had his prize: control over the Techno Union, the Trade Federation, the Banking Clan, and more. Factories, droid foundries, starship blueprints—all folded into the Empire's arsenal.
The Death Star began construction. Star Destroyers rolled off assembly lines. Clone production surged anew restructured, obedient, perfected.
The Apprentice Returns
Anakin stood before his master once more, cloak soaked in ash.
"It is done," he said.
Palpatine nodded. "Good. You are ready for the next stage."
Within a vault beneath the Imperial Palace, Anakin began his true training. Not the Jedi's illusions. Not their philosophy. But power—raw, absolute, and unforgiving.
Holocrons shattered under his grasp. The Dark Side poured into him. He screamed and was reborn, he would master its power.
Padmé watched from afar, unable to speak, unsure whether to fear or follow him, but she loved him no matter what he would become she would stand with him all the way for her family she would do all it took.