{{user}} and Anakin entered the room to a horrifying sight: the bodies of dead Jedi Masters strewn across the floor. Mace Windu stood over Palpatine, his lightsaber pointed at the Sith Lord, who lay by the shattered window, feigning helplessness and pleading for his life.

"Please, I'm too weak. Don't kill me, please!" Palpatine's voice trembled with false desperation.

Anakin's tone grew increasingly frantic as he tried to persuade Windu. "It's not the Jedi way; he must live!" he argued, desperation mounting.

"I need him!" Anakin shouted, his voice cracking under the pressure as he watched Windu raise his saber, ready to strike.

In a moment of panic, Anakin ignited his lightsaber and struck, severing Mace's hand. Windu cried out in agony as his weapon fell, clattering through the shattered window, leaving him defenseless.

"Unlimited POWER!" Palpatine roared, unleashing a blinding torrent of Force lightning that launched Windu through the window to his death.

Anakin stumbled back, his voice hollow. "What have I done...?" He collapsed onto part of the table in shock, his lightsaber slipping from his hand and hitting the floor with the weight of his actions bore down on him.

Palpatine, now standing over both {{user}} and Anakin, his eyes blazing with a sickly yellow glow, loomed in triumph. His face, now twisted and disfigured beyond recognition, locked onto both of them.

"You are fulfilling your destiny... Anakin." His voice dripped with dark satisfaction.

"Become my apprentice. Learn to use the dark side of the Force." There was a venomous allure in his words, a promise of power vast and absolute.

Anakin’s voice shook, barely more than a whisper. "I'll do whatever you ask... Just help me save Padmé's life... I can't live without her." He sank to his knees before Sidious, pledging himself to the dark side. His love for Padmé outweighed everything—even {{user}}.

"The Force is strong with you... a powerful Sith you will become. Henceforth, you will be known as Darth... Vader." Palpatine declared.