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What If Palpatine Froze Anakin Skywalker In Carbonite Before Order 66

What If Palpatine Froze Anakin Skywalker In Carbonite Before Order 66 The air in the Emperor’s private chambers aboard the Invisible Hand hummed with the low thrum of hyperdrive engines, a mechanical heartbeat that echoed the tension coiling in Anakin Skywalker’s chest. It was the height of the Clone Wars, mere weeks after the Battle of Coruscant, and the galaxy teetered on the brink of something irrevocable. Anakin had come here not as a Jedi, but as a man desperate for salvation. Padmé’s pregnancy was no longer a secret he could keep from himself—visions of her dying in childbirth clawed at his dreams like Nexu talons. The Jedi Council, blind fools that they were, had denied him the rank of Master, stoking the embers of his resentment into a blaze. Palpatine—Chancellor Palpatine, though Anakin had long suspected there was more to the kindly old man—sat behind a desk of polished obsidian, his hooded eyes gleaming with the predatory patience of a Hutt eyeing a debtor. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing like specters across holographic star charts flickering on the walls. Outside, the crimson haze of Mustafar’s volcanic glow seeped through the viewport, but they were still en route, the planet a looming promise of finality. “My boy,” Palpatine murmured, his voice a silken thread laced with venom, “you’ve come to the right place. The Jedi… they fear you. They sense the power within you, the darkness that could eclipse their precious light. But I see it clearly. You are the Chosen One.” Anakin paced, his black cloak swirling like smoke. “They don’t understand, Chancellor. Padmé… she’s everything to me. These visions—they’re killing me. If I lose her…” His voice cracked, raw with the vulnerability he hid from the world. Palpatine leaned forward, fingers steepled. “And what if I told you there is a way to prevent it? A Sith Lord, Darth Plagueis, mastered the dark side to such a degree that he could cheat death itself. Create life… preserve it.” His lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Influence the midi-chlorians to save those we love.” Anakin stopped pacing, his blue eyes locking onto Palpatine’s yellow-flecked gaze. The words hung in the air, a lure cast into turbulent waters. “You… you knew him?” “I was his apprentice,” Palpatine confessed, the admission slipping out like a serpent’s hiss. “Darth Sidious. And now, I offer you the same path. Join me, Anakin. Embrace the dark side, and together we can end this war. Save your wife.” The revelation hit like a lightsaber strike—Palpatine, the Sith Lord Mace Windu had warned him about. Betrayal warred with desperation in Anakin’s heart. He could feel the Force swirling around them, a maelstrom of light and shadow. Call the Jedi? Arrest him now? But the visions… the blood on his hands in his dreams, Padmé’s lifeless form. No. He couldn’t risk it. “Teach me,” Anakin whispered, the words tasting like ash. “I won’t let her die.” Palpatine’s smile widened, a fracture in his facade of benevolence. “Excellent. But first, a test of loyalty. The Jedi plot against me—they sense my power. Order 66 will purge them, but you… you must prove yourself immune to their lies.” Anakin’s hand twitched toward his lightsaber hilt. “What do you mean?” In a blur of motion that belied his aged frame, Palpatine rose, his robes parting to reveal a concealed panel. With a gesture, a cylindrical chamber hissed open in the wall—a carbon-freezing apparatus, sleek and industrial, salvaged from the Separatist flagship’s underbelly. Anakin’s stomach twisted. He’d seen these before, on journeys to distant worlds, used for smuggling spice or hibernating beasts. But here? In the Chancellor’s sanctum? “This,” Palpatine said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “is your safeguard. The dark side whispers of treachery. The Jedi will come for me soon—Mace Windu himself leads them. If you freeze now, in secret, you will sleep through the storm. Emerge reborn, with power undiluted by their poison. When you awaken, your wife will be safe, the Republic ours, and the Jedi dust.” Anakin recoiled. “Freeze me? Like some criminal in carbonite? No. I need to be there—for her, for the fight.” Palpatine’s eyes narrowed, the air thickening with dark energy. “Foolish boy. This is no prison; it’s preservation. Darth Vader—that will be your name, your legacy. Frozen, you evade the Jedi’s scrutiny. They will fall without your interference, and I will retrieve you from Mustafar’s vaults, where no one will look. Refuse, and your visions become prophecy.” Vader. The name sent a shiver through him, a dark echo of the power he craved. Anakin’s mind raced. Padmé—safe. The Jedi, corrupt and ungrateful, swept away. Himself, powerful enough to protect what mattered. #starwarswhatif #whatif #whatifanakinskywalker #anakinskywalker #starwars #palpatine #order66