Grand Theft Vader
It was a heated duel, the fiercest he had ever fought. Obi-wan had no idea when his Padawan had grown to be his equal, but it had become clear that they were in fact evenly matched with a lightsaber and the Force. But there was one advantage Obi-wan still had. His mind was clear.
The Dark Side granted power, but it also required rage and hatred. Without experience, these emotions clouded the mind. He would be surprised if Anakin were thinking of anything but his former master's death. And that tunnel vision let Obi-wan identify the sloped shore of this river of lava.
Obi-wan disengaged and leapt to it, catching his breath as the small platform he and Anakin had just been dueling on wheeled around and came up below him. Still breathing heavily, Obi-wan held his arms out to indicate the obvious. "It's over Anakin. I have the high ground." With even this slight advantage, the stalemate was broken. With no safe way to approach, Anakin would be vulnerable in every way going forward.
"You underestimate my power." spat Anakin, and a dread came over Obi-wan's heart. It was clear from Anakin's eyes what he intended. Obi-wan had done something similar in the past, but Anakin would not have the benefit of surprise that had let Obi-wan prevail over the Sith in his youth.
Obi-wan should have stayed silent and taken the victory, but some small part of him still didn't wish to harm his Padawan, his brother. "Don't try it." he pleaded, though his warning fell on deaf ears. Anakin shouted as he leapt into the air, spinning over Obi-wan. Even if he was unaware of the trick, the movement was extremely telegraphed.
Swiping his lightsaber up and around, he severed three of Anakin's limbs and sent him tumbling back down the hill towards the lava, groaning in pain. No matter how strong Anakin was with the Force, there was no way he could continue fighting. It was over. Obi-wan extinguished his lightsaber, still in shock about what he had just been forced to do. About how things could have possibly come to this point.
"You were the chosen one!" he shouted, the agony clear in his voice. "It was said that you would destroy the Sith, not join them! Bring balance to the Force, not leave it in darkness." The Jedi Master turned to leave, picking up Anakin's lightsaber as he left. A memento of the proud Jedi he had known and loved.
"I HATE YOU!" shouted Anakin, his voice twisted with pain. It didn't even sound like him anymore.
"You were my brother, Anakin." lamented Obi-wan, his pain emotional rather than physical. "I loved you." The tip of Anakin's leg slid too close to the lava then, and he burst into flames. Screaming in agony, Anakin Skywalker died. Obi-wan turned his head, but then forced himself to watch. Heart heavy, he left.
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The Blackguard Wilders watched the furious duel, having sensed the two mighty Force wielders doing battle. Much to their surprise, the one that positively dwarfed the other was the loser. "I suppose it goes to show that natural talent isn't everything." marveled the one.
"Think we should do anything?" asked his comrade, staring down as the Jedi left the Sith to die from his, admittedly fatal, wounds.
Usually the older Blackguard would have taken it as a small lesson and headed back to base. Their patrol had gone too far out of its was as is. But something seemed familiar about the dying Sith. Lady Ciaran, the Blackguard's benefactor, the woman who had given them the forces needed to eliminate the Phantom Bandits, who had given them countless leads on other Force sects to learn from, who they owed an incredible debt to despite her insistence that she wanted nothing more than knowledge, had described someone incredibly like that Sith.
"Bring him back to headquarters and stabilize him. Keep him unconscious though." ordered the older Wilder. "I think Lady Ciaran might be interested in meeting him."
"Whatever you say." shrugged the younger man. "You're taking the heat if this blows up in our faces though."
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Palpatine felt the agony of his apprentice ripple through the Force, and scowled in anger. His greatest triumph was marred by his greatest prize's failure. Still, agony was a great sustaining force for the Sith, and if he was not killed immediately by the one who had wounded him so, it was possible he would survive.
With that in mind, Palpatine had a ship brought to him and a few clone guards, made ready for travel to Mustafar as quickly as possible. No one asked any questions as to where the Emperor was going so soon after his ascension, a testament to his power and the fear he inspired in them.
He arrived on the magma world, setting down where Anakin's ship had landed. He and the clones spread out to look for Darth Vader, or perhaps his vengeful spirit. His apprentice had been woefully inexperienced, but he was strong enough with the Force that it was possible he had created a Force Ghost by accident. It would explain the agony he still felt, though it had quieted some.
Hours of searching passed, and Palpatine was forced to call off the search. Anakin must have been defeated, struggled against his wounds for a time, and been consumed by the lava, his massive presence with the Force making his agony echo to those sensitive to it.
Darht Sidious cursed. And he had just replaced his old apprentice. He'd be lucky to get someone as good as Dooku, and he'd never find someone with Skywalker's potential again.
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Anakin Skywalker awoke to pain. He groaned as he sat up, too weak to offer louder protest. Still, it was enough to alert the person at his bedside that he was conscious. "Ah, good. You're awake. You're welcome by the way."
He knew that voice. "Lady… Ciaran?' he managed to gasp out.
"It's a good thing I've been pioneering Force compatible prosthetics for years now. Your connection with the Force hopefully won't be diminished too much." she said, not really answering his question directly. "You growing back your hair is unlikely though. We deemed it a lower priority than… well, everything else."
"I was… fighting my Master." Anakin said, the memories coming back. He had matched the Jedi, surpassed him at times, but he had still lost.
"Former Master." snapped Ciaran. The disgust in her voice, a rare tone from the prankster he knew, brought him crashing out of him memories. "I believe you are now the apprentice of one Darth Sidious. A man I have spent years trying to subvert in every way imaginable. Including offering you an alternative to the Sith should you choose to leave the Jedi Order. And instead you spit in my face and do this."
"So then why did you help me?" asked Anakin. There was little doubt in his mind he would have died on Mustafar had she and her organization not done what they had.
"Because I believe in second chances." said Ciaran with a heavy sigh, as if she couldn't believe her own words. "Do you remember Ventress?"
"Dooku's assassin?" asked Anakin, confused as to where that shift in topic had come from. "He killed her on Kamino, years ago. What does she have to do with this?"
"She didn't die. I faked her death. Rather convincingly apparently. She'll be happy to know that." said Ciaran, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "She's worked for me ever since, and has become essentially unrecognizable. She's no longer a Sith in pretty much any way, shape, or form. She helps people selflessly, owns a pet, does good deeds. And she has hair now. Unrecognizable indeed."
The parallels were obvious. Ciaran had offered him a position working for her before, and she was doing so again. "You're offering me a job? After all I've done?" asked Anakin, incredulous.
"Do not think my forgiveness will come with it. You would need to do much to earn it, but I can't throw away someone this valuable in the fight against Sidious. I already lost once." muttered Ciaran, as if her losing were the worst thing that had happened. "And do not think my patience limitless. This is a one-time offer."
A pointless clarification. His options would either be working for Ciaran or death. She'd never let him go. "And if I refuse?" asked Anakin. "Are my options to be your slave or your prisoner?"
"No." she said simply. "You are free to leave anytime and go crawling back to your Master. Ask Darra how easy it is to get maintenance on those prosthetics without Abyss Walker engineers though. And something, you know, experience, tells me Sheev doesn't like toys that don't work. If you trust him though, I'm sure he'd find a way to let you live your life."
Anakin stared down at his hands, neither one human anymore. Reminders of his failures. "What of Padme?" he asked. This would be his test. If Sidious had made good on his promise to save her…
"Died in childbirth. Twins. She named them Luke and Leia with her dying breath." said Ciaran, speaking in short sentences so that her sorrow wouldn't be as obvious. "They'll be taken care of, regardless of your decision. I wouldn't stoop so low as to use children as blackmail."
So, she was dead all the same, exactly as he had foreseen it. He had betrayed the only home he ever had, the people he thought of as family, and caused uncalculatable suffering across the entire galaxy, all for naught. Anakin Skywalker started laughing as he cried at the sheer unfairness of it all. He'd never be able to make up for what he'd done, but he'd never be able to live with himself if he didn't try. "All right, I'll do it. Sidious broke his promise to me anyways."
"Well at least this hasn't been a complete fiasco." griped Ciaran as she got up to leave. "I'll send your new partner down tomorrow, after you've had a bit more time to rest up. I have a feeling you and HK-47 will really hit it off."
AN: This started as me thinking that having boots on the ground when Vader vs. Kenobi goes down might let us beat Palpatine to his own apprentice. And then steal his apprentice. And then pair him with HK-47 for future missions.