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What if Obi Wan Saved Anakin and Yoda Defeated Palpatine?

In Revenge of the Sith, everything falls like a guillotine. A Republic that lasted a thousand years collapses overnight, the Jedi become fugitives, and Anakin Skywalker becomes a walking nightmare. But what if Obi-Wan doesn’t leave Anakin on the shore of Mustafar? And what if Yoda doesn’t retreat from Coruscant believing the fight is already lost? What if Obi-Wan saved Anakin… and Yoda defeated Palpatine? In this version, that happens, so the galaxy learns something terrifying. Even if you kill the Sith… their trap can still detonate. Utapau is all bones and shadows, a world carved into itself like it’s hiding from the sky. Obi-Wan Kenobi stands at the mouth of the sinkhole city, cloak snapping in the wind, staring down into a place where the war has been sleeping in plain sight. General Grievous is somewhere below, and Obi-Wan can feel him like a cold itch in the Force, metal hunger wrapped in mockery. If Grievous escapes, the war doesn’t end. It just changes faces. The fight is fast and ugly. Blasters barking in tight corridors. Four stolen sabers spinning like a saw blade. Grievous moving with that impossible speed that feels less like discipline and more like a nightmare that learned how to walk. Obi-Wan doesn’t meet him with rage. He meets him with timing. With patience. With the kind of calm you only earn after surviving disaster after disaster. “Kenobi,” Grievous snarls, voice grinding like a door that hasn’t opened in years. “Hello there,” Obi-Wan says, because some reflexes never die. And it ends with one blaster shot, one spark, one wheezing cough, and the general collapses into smoke and fire. It should feel like momentum. Like the war finally turning. But Obi-Wan doesn’t feel victory. He feels the Force tighten, like the galaxy is holding its breath. On Coruscant, the sky is a grid of traffic lanes and light, but inside the Chancellor’s office the air is colder than space. The duel is already over. Three Jedi lie dead. Mace Windu is on the floor, scorched and shaking, trying to pull himself upright with one hand like stubbornness can rewind time. This wasn’t a fair fight. Sidious didn’t offer a contest. He turned the room into a kill box, speed, lightning, pressure, and he never gave Windu the clean opening history usually grants him. Anakin stands near the doorway like a man balancing on a knife edge, soaked in fear, bruised by betrayal, frozen. Palpatine’s voice stays soft, almost gentle. “Anakin… you’re running out of time.” Anakin swallows. “You’re the Sith Lord.” Palpatine doesn’t deny it. He smiles like the last piece clicked into place. “Yes,” he says. “And I am the only one who understands the power you need.” This is the moment where Anakin usually collapses into him. Here, he hesitates long enough for the air to return to the room. The fear is still there: Padmé, the dreams, the certainty that the universe is about to steal the only thing he’s ever loved without asking permission. But something else is there too. Ahsoka walking away. Obi-Wan’s face when he said, I trust you. And a pattern Anakin can’t unsee anymore, Palpatine never gives without taking. Anakin’s jaw tightens. “If you can save her,” he says, voice cracking, “prove it.” For the first time, Palpatine’s expression tightens. He wanted worship, not a demand. But he’s already shown his hand, and he still thinks Anakin is a lever he can pull. “Patience,” he murmurs. “First, the Jedi must be dealt with.” Mace Windu drags in a breath, trying to rise. “Anakin—don’t—” Palpatine doesn’t let him finish. His hand lifts and the lightning returns—brighter, harsher, fully unmasked. It hits Windu like a verdict. Mace cries out once, body locking, and then the Force hurls him through the shattered window into open air. Anakin doesn’t move fast enough to stop it. He only watches. Palpatine takes that stillness as consent. Then he does it, quick, cold, efficient. A transmission. A code phrase. Order Sixty-Six. Across command posts and star destroyers, clone commanders receive it, and something inside them clicks into place like a command overriding the man underneath. Palpatine steps close to Anakin, voice low, intimate in the worst possible way. “Go to the Jedi Temple. Lead the troops. End this. If you want her to live… you will do this now.” #starwars #starwarswhatif #whatif #anakinskywalker #obiwankenobi #yoda #palpatine