Star Wars Rebels AU

AN: I do not own Star Wars. Star Wars belongs to Lucasfilms, Lucasarts, Disney and their respective creators, authors and artists. Cover art belongs to Steve Garcia 'Obi Wan'

Note - There are quotes from the Revenge of the Sith Novel and copied scenes of ROTS and Star Wars Rebels.

Chapter One

"What have I done!" Anakin asks, voice shaking as he stumbles back away from the window ledge. The back of his legs hit against one of the many seats and he falls atop it as his lightsaber falls from his hand and rolls onto the floor.
"You're completing your destiny," Palpatine places a hand on Anakin's shoulder, and he has to suppress a shudder that runs through him at the contact. "The Jedi are traitors. You saved the Republic from their treachery. You can see that, can't you?"

"You were right." Anakin says quietly. But does he really think that, truely? They did try to assassinate the Chancellor after going under the pretenses of arresting him. Did I do the right thing? Anakin thinks. "Why didn't I know?" he finds himself asking.

"You couldn't have. They cloaked themselves in deception, my boy. Because they feared your power, they could never trust you."

Anakin stares off to the side, avoiding the sickly gaze of the twisted man in front of him. He thinks back over the years, the council admitting to him that he was dangerous, and his future clouded. How long had he tried to prove to them he belonged amongst them? He long put the order over his wants and desires, even his own wife. He went where they sent him, and won battles for them they thought long lost. Palpatine was right, they never trusted him! He can feel his anger growing.

The warm hand on his shoulder gently squeezes it, pulling Anakin's gaze away from the floor up to the distorted face of his long-time confident. "I do not fear your power, Anakin, I embrace it. You are the greatest of the Jedi. You can be the greatest of the Sith. I believe that, Anakin. I believe in you. I trust you. I trust you. I trust you." Looking into Palpatine's face he can see a growing shadow surrounding them both, as if he was facing a dark mass, peering into his future. The darkness stared right back, tempting him, wanting to be let in, wanting to consume him. After a moment's hesitation, Anakin allows it in.

Anakin stands, watching Palpatine cover himself with a robe, and placing the hood over his head, hiding his distorted face in the shadows. "Anakin, it is time. I need your help restoring peace to the galaxy." Anakin stares at him. "Join me. Pledge yourself to the Sith. Become my apprentice."

The cold, tingling feeling returns and runs down Anakin's spine. Him, a Sith acolyte? The darkness begins to spread throughout his body, tempting him to accept the offer. Anakin is on the brink of declining when Palpatine continues the seduction. "Join me, and we'll find a way to unlock the secret of cheating death together. With our joined power, we can save Padmé from certain death."

Anakin's heart seizes. Padmé. His wife. The mother of his unborn child. What kind of husband and expectant father would he be to not try and save her? Save them? Did he not promise his mother he wouldn't fail again? Anakin's senses begin to darken, the seduction becoming too great. With a breath, he slides off his seat and unto his knees with his head bent. Submissively he answers the call to the darkness. "I pledge myself to your teachings."

"Then it is done. You are now on with the Order of the Dark Lords of the SIth. From this day forward, the truth of you, my apprentice, now and forevermore, will be Darth.. Vader. Now rise." Anakin looks up at his new name and stands as he does. Another feeling washes over him, a feeling of a new and raw power. For years, his emotions had to be suppressed. No longer. He can feel them, boiling under the surface. "Every single Jedi, including your friend, Obi-Wan Kenobi, have been revealed as enemies of the Republic. They are relentless. If they are not destroyed to the last being, there will be civil war without end. To sterilize the Jedi Temple will be your first task. Do what must be done, Lord Vader."

"I always have, my Master." He bows once and with long strides exists the darkening office, cloak billowing behind him.

Inside the temple, the Jedi that remain behind during the war, all hear the sound of boots marching. Closer and closer. Those on the ground level peer outside and see thousands of clone troopers being led by a lone dark figure, face hidden in the shadow of their cloak, up the steps of their sacred home.

The masters begin to yell out, directing the young padawans and younglings to take shelter. The senior padawans are instructed to help with the defense of the temple. Fear radiates all throughout the architecture, feeding Vader's power. Vader revels in the feeling, allowing it fuel his anger and hate.

Blaster fire begins just before the doors, and those close enough can just hear the sound of a lightsaber igniting. As the newly minted Sith Lord marches up the steps, the sentinels are standing at the ready. Vader doesn't break his stride when one sentinel turns from the marching boots to his fellow Jedi before striking them down. With swift and brutally decisive movements, the lead guard makes quick work of his subordinates. The betrayer stands to the side, lightsaber held at his chest as Vader marches into the door. The clones flood into the temple, breaking their ranks to spread out. Vader leads the onslaught, blue blade flashing, showing no mercy, just as his new Master instructed.

He fights two and three Jedi at once, and overcomes them without much difficulty. The dark side singing around him. Every hit and strike of his blade increases his power. He continues marching through the halls, taking down any in his path. He reaches the council chambers and can feel beings inside. His blade retracts as he opens the doors, hood still pulled over his head, but with the lights of the passing speeders, his face is easily visible.

Younglings. Those are the beings he felt. He purposely stayed away from the créches, for even submerged in the dark side, he thinks that they're only children, and he doesn't know if he can be the one to strike them down. He watches as the younglings stand with a slight hope at seeing a familiar face, and walk out from their hiding spots behind the Masters' chairs.

One approaches him, hesitantly, his training saber held tightly in one hand. "Master Skywalker, there are too many of them. What are we going to do?" Anakin looks down at him and can feel a tear run down his cheek as he ignites his blade. He will do what he must.

(Order 66 proceeds without change)

AN: Please rate and review, no flames! This is written by my friend and I. This is our first fanfiction, so any feedback will be appreciated. We will also try and update regularly but please be patient. Thanks! -redandgoldleaders