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What If the Jedi Temple Guards Prevented Order 66

In Revenge of the Sith, we watch the Jedi Temple fall in fire and betrayal. Clone troopers storm the gates. Younglings are cut down. And Anakin Skywalker, once the Jedi’s brightest hope, leads the slaughter himself. That night is remembered as the darkest in Jedi history, the night the Order ended. But what if it hadn’t? What if the Jedi Temple Guards, sworn protectors of the Order, had been ready? What if they prevented Order 66 from succeeding? How would the galaxy have changed? Let’s begin. Saral was no ordinary guard. Beneath the gold mask and robes, he had trained longer than most knights and led the Temple Guard ranks through peace and war. He wasn’t prone to visions, but in the quiet hours of meditation he felt something coming, a weight pressing on the Force itself. It wasn’t just danger. It was betrayal. He didn’t know when or how, but he knew the Temple would come under attack. And he also knew who had tried to nudge him toward treachery. Weeks earlier, Chancellor Palpatine himself had pulled Saral aside with an offer. “The Jedi have lost their way,” the Chancellor whispered. “Join me when the end comes, and I will grant you power beyond the Council’s imagination. You will stand as Grand Inquisitor in the new order.” Saral listened. But he didn’t obey. He couldn’t. The Jedi were flawed, yes, but selling their souls to a politician who reeked of the dark side? That was a cure worse than the sickness. So, when the march of boots echoed outside the Temple walls and the 501st approached under cover of night, Saral was ready. He roused his comrades in the barracks, ignoring the confusion on their faces. “The Temple is about to be attacked,” he told them. “The clones come for us, and they will not stop until we’re all dead. We defend this place or we lose everything.” Some thought it was madness. But the Guards’ oath was clear: protect the Temple, no matter the cost. Within minutes, yellow blades hummed to life. Messengers carried warnings through the halls. Knights and Masters were called to rally points. Older Jedi were tasked with guarding the younglings and preparing escape routes. Saral himself transmitted a desperate signal across the galaxy: “The Jedi have been betrayed. Defend yourselves.” By the time the first blaster bolts lit up the courtyard, the Jedi weren’t caught sleeping. They were waiting. The 501st stormed forward in disciplined formation, blasters spitting red light into the night. But instead of helpless younglings or unprepared Masters, they found a wall of Temple Guards and Jedi knights barring their way. The first clash shook the very ground. Blaster fire ricocheted against spinning double-bladed sabers. Explosives tore chunks of marble, but Jedi counter-charges threw clones into the air. The steps to the Temple became a battlefield of fire and flashing yellow light. For a moment, the Jedi held. Dozens of clones fell. The Guards’ precision and discipline showed why they were feared even within the Order itself. But then, the battle shifted. Through the smoke came a blue lightsaber. Anakin Skywalker himself. He cut down two Guards in the span of seconds, his fury unmatched. To the Jedi, his betrayal was almost unthinkable, Anakin had been their champion, their hero of the Clone Wars. Now he was their executioner. Saral knew the fight couldn’t be won head-on. He ordered his men to fall back up the stairs, drawing Anakin and the clones into a carefully prepared trap. As Skywalker pressed forward, a hidden line of charges detonated beneath the stone steps. The staircase exploded in fire, collapsing under its own weight. Clones tumbled into the darkness, cut off from reinforcements. Those who had already crossed the courtyard now found themselves surrounded. From both flanks, Guards surged forward, blades twirling in deadly arcs. Clones dropped by the dozens. For the first time that night, it was the troopers who broke ranks. Even Anakin, for all his skill, couldn’t protect them all. Outnumbered, isolated, and hammered by Force pushes from every angle, he fought like a storm contained in human form. Jedi fell around him. But even he had limits. A lucky strike knocked his saber from his hand. And in that split-second, Saral leveled a blaster scavenged from a fallen clone and fired a stun round. Anakin Skywalker collapsed to the ground, unconscious. Silence rippled through the courtyard. The unthinkable had happened: the Jedi Temple had not fallen. Saral raised his blade high. “ This was no accident,” he shouted. “We were betrayed, not by Skywalker, but by the Chancellor himself! He offered me power to turn against you. I refused. And tonight, we refuse him together.” The Guards roared in approval. Even the older Masters, shaken and weary, could feel the truth in his words. With Anakin bound and the courtyard secured, Saral knew they had only one chance. Strike back fast, before the Chancellor could twist the story. #starwars #starwarswhatif #whatif #anakinskywalker #order66