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What if Palpatine Abandoned Anakin on Mustafar?

In Revenge of the Sith, Anakin Skywalker falls, the Jedi burn, and Palpatine gets the perfect ending, Vader in armor, locked to him forever. But what if Palpatine didn’t do that? What if he stood over Anakin on Mustafar… and decided his greatest investment wasn’t worth retrieving? Because if Sidious walks away, the story doesn’t end. It mutates. And the thing that crawls out of the fire isn’t the Emperor’s loyal weapon. It’s his first real problem. Let’s begin. Mustafar is heat with gravity. The air bites, ash, metal, poison. Lava moves in slow currents below the slope, bright as an open wound. Obi-Wan Kenobi stands above the bank, staring down at what’s left of his brother. Anakin isn’t screaming anymore. His body has run out of strength for drama. His lungs only manage shallow, scraping pulls of air. But his eyes, sickly yellow, locked on Obi-Wan, still carry one clean message: This isn’t over. “You were the Chosen One,” Obi-Wan says, and his voice cracks in the middle, like even the Force refuses to let him finish the thought. Anakin drags a breath that barely counts. “I… hate you.” Obi-Wan’s face tightens like he’s holding himself together with pure will. He reaches down, takes Anakin’s lightsaber, because leaving it here feels like leaving a loaded weapon in a funeral pyre, and turns away. Back to Padmé. Back to the ship. And then he’s gone. Anakin is alone on the lava bank, where mercy feels like another kind of blade. He reaches for the Force, wild, panicked, searching for anything familiar. Padmé. Obi-Wan. Palpatine. Then the smoke shifts. A presence arrives, heavy and cold, sliding into the atmosphere like a knife into water. A shuttle descends through the haze and settles on scorched ground with the calm precision of a man collecting property. The ramp lowers. Clone troopers step out, dark armor, 501st markings, rifles angled down, disciplined. Not as an honor. As containment. And behind them, Darth Sidious walks into the furnace as if the planet was built for him. For a second, relief sparks in Anakin’s chest, small and humiliating and real. He came. Sidious stops at the edge of the slope and looks down like he’s inspecting a broken machine. Then, softly, almost conversational: “So this is what you’ve become.” Anakin’s lips move. No sound comes. His throat is too ruined for pride. Sidious takes one slow step closer. “I handed you power the Jedi never deserved to touch.” “And you couldn’t even finish Kenobi.” Anakin’s eyes narrow. Hate is the only part of him still functioning without permission. Sidious’s mouth twitches, not quite a smile. “Pathetic.” One clone shifts, just a subtle weight change. Sidious doesn’t look at him. “Return to the shuttle.” “My lord, the target—” the clone begins, pure procedure, like he’s confirming an order. Sidious’s voice sharpens without rising. “Now.” The clones obey. Boots crunch on black rock as they withdraw up the ramp. The hatch stays open, engines idling, waiting. Sidious stays. Just him and the ruined apprentice, lava churning below like slow applause. Anakin forces out a rasp that tears his throat raw. “Help… me.” Sidious lowers into a crouch, close enough for Anakin to feel the cold that leaks from him. Not temperature, absence. Like the space between stars. “Help you?” Sidious repeats, amused. Then the amusement drains away. “You were meant to stand at my side,” he says. “I did not shape you for failure.” Anakin tries to reach for the Force, to pull him down, to crush him, to prove he’s still something— But his body won’t answer fast enough. Sidious lifts his hand. Lightning crawls across his fingers and lashes into Anakin’s chest. Not a killing strike. A lesson. Pain detonates through Anakin’s ribs. His scream comes out thin and ruined, swallowed by the roar of Mustafar like the planet itself is mocking him. Sidious stops as suddenly as he started. He watches Anakin shake, the way someone watches a creature they’ve decided not to keep. “Die here,” he says, almost casually. “Lord Vader.” Then he turns. He walks back up the slope, boards the waiting shuttle, and the ramp seals shut. The shuttle rises, fades into the ash, and disappears. And Mustafar gives Anakin nothing but heat and silence. For a long time, he doesn’t move. Pain becomes the whole world. Breath becomes bargaining. But the worst part isn’t the fire. It’s the clarity. Palpatine didn’t abandon him in anger. He decided he was finished. And in the dark, one thought arrives, simple enough to survive the flames. Live. #starwars #starwarswhatif #whatif #anakinskywalker #palpatine