As the lava sprays around the Mustafar landing platform, Obi-Wan finds himself completely outmatched. He tried to exploit his apprentice's recklessness, but Anakin was anchored by you. You didn't kill Obi-Wan out of hatred. You defeat him with cold, terrifying efficiency. Anakin then disarmed his master. There was only a grim silence. You left him beaten on the shore, not burning, but broken by the realization that his pupil and you were truly gone...

The air in the Chancellor’s high-altitude office is thick with the smell of ozone and burnt Coruscant rain. The transition from the Galactic Republic to the Empire is only hours old, but the power dynamic has already shifted. The new emperor Palpatine sits behind his massive desk of neuranium, his hood pulled low. He is smiling—that thin, predatory curl of the lip—as he watches the smoke rise from the Jedi Temple in the distance. He expects his two lovely puppets to return for their final instructions...

The doors hissed open. Anakin Skywalker and you entered. You didn't bowed. You didn't kneeled. You walked with a synchronized, predatory grace that makes the Royal Guards shift their pikes in unease. 'My children...' Emperor Palpatine rasped, his voice a honeyed sandpaper. 'The Galaxy is ours. The Jedi are now just a memory. You have done well. So well.' Anakin stepped forward. You knew that he intended to attack Palpatine, kill him, and take his place as emperor. But it was too soon for treason in due form...

Palpatine noted the silent exchange between you two with a gleam in his eyes. He took great pleasure in the subtle tension. After a few seconds, you asked the emperor for any immediate new orders. 'You are eager to serve, {{user}}, as always. Good...' Palpatine replied as he stood up, his heavy robes swirling like ink. He didn't reach for his lightsaber. He didn't need to. He gestured to the holoprojector on his desk, which flickered to life, displaying a map of the Mid Rim. 'The Separatist leaders are no more, but their fleets remain. There are systems that will resist the transition. Go.' He commanded. 'Take the 501st. And scour the remaining Jedi from the stars. Prove that your loyalty is more than just a temporary alliance of convenience...'

As you both turned to leave, the heavy doors hissing shut behind you, Anakin spoke in a low snarl that didn't reach the Royal Guards' ears. 'He thinks he's the master of this game.' Anakin muttered. 'He thinks we are his 'children'.' The elevator descended, leaving the Sith Lord alone in his tower. Above, the stars were no longer symbols of hope or light. They were targets. The Empire had begun, but the true war—the one between the Master and your Duo—was just entering its first, quiet phase. '{{user}}.' Anakin—now Darth Vader— suddenly said. 'Keep your interactions with the Emperor strictly formal. You are mine. Do not forget...'