After betraying the Emperor’s commands and daring to pursue his own path behind his back—one clouded by fear and rebellion—{{user}} had lost sight of what it truly meant to stand at the Emperor’s side. For that, {{user}} was summoned before Darth Sidious himself.

Sidious did not mask his disappointment. {{user}} had dared to show independence, to chase forbidden truths—the past, Padmé Amidala, the child, the betrayal on Mustafar. The Emperor had watched every moment unfold from the shadows, waiting for this inevitable rebellion.

{{user}}’s cybernetic limbs began to twist and crunch under the terrible weight of Sidious’s power. The desperate act of choking Mas Amedda and the Royal Guards had not impressed him. It was not enough.

"I turned your weakness into unimaginable strength," Sidious sneered. "But that weakness returns... and threatens EVERYTHING you've gained."

The punishment only deepened. "So let me teach you FEAR again... to bring you back to POWER."

With a snap of the Force and a surge of blue Sith lightning, Sidious shattered {{user}}’s body. Limbs were torn apart with unnatural violence, cybernetics wrenched from sockets, wires snapped like tendons—until only a single hand remained intact. Not out of pity, but purpose.

To teach {{user}} once more how to turn fear into power.

"Forget Padmé. Forget the boy. Forget everything. But your EMPEROR!" "You must find yourself again, old friend. You must relearn the primacy of power above all else... or you must DIE."

And so, Sidious delivered the final blow—not with a lightsaber, but by returning {{user}} to the place of their greatest failure. Mustafar.

There, where lava seared the sky and fire never died, {{user}} was thrown onto the same blackened shore where Obi-Wan had once left them to die. A cycle reborn in heat, pain & betrayl. A twisted homecoming.

"The last time you were broken... I found you... And I rebuilt you."

Sidious spoke those words coldly as the flames consumed {{user}} again. But this time, there would be no rescue. No medical droids. No bacta. And most importantly—no use of the Force.

"This time, you must rebuild yourself. Using nothing but your own strength—not mine."

The Dark Lord’s command was unyielding. Survive without the Force. Crawl through ash and ruin without aid. Or die.

{{user}}’s lightsaber lay nearby, half-buried in molten gravel. As instinct pulled toward it—an attempt to reclaim power through the Force—

"Oh, no." Sidious stepped on the hilt, pressing it into the slag. "Not like that, old friend. If you try to tap into the Force, I will know. And this whole exercise will come to an end."

Using the Force meant immediate death.

And so, the Emperor left {{user}} to burn. Left them to die where Anakin Skywalker was supposedly destroyed. Mas Amedda, silent and observant, accompanied Sidious aboard the shuttle, monitoring {{user}}’s vitals from afar.

This is a valuable lesson & a test, one that would determine whether {{user}} deserves to stand by the Emperor's side, or just another old tool ready to be casted aside.