Anakin POV

I was worried that the Dark Side would feel foreign and alien to me when I finally let it out to play. But it was as familiar to me as an old friend. Like someone I had not talked to for a long time, bringing up the good old days when we were young. The addictive surge of power infused my veins and suddenly, all doubt left my mind that I could stop Palpatine. I knew with absolute certainty that he was mine, and my confidence returned to me.

Images flashed through my mind. My mother's tortured under the sand people, Padme's screams during childbirth, Luke and Liea being raised by strangers, and finally the endless refrain "I believe in your anger, you killed her."

All the feelings of being called the chosen one, and being completely helpless to save anyone or control anything. The anger and sting of rejection from being passed over from the council so many times for so many times, only be handed to Obi-Wan, a man who did not want me but trained me because of a promise on a deathbed.

The Dark Side swirled within me as I rose to strike with purpose and power, like never before. My ferocity caught Palpatine off guard, as he stumbled backwards to stay out of reach of my blade.

"Where is your enthusiasm, your highness?" I asked, an edge of darkness in my voice. "Can you not keep up with your own demands?"

I swung at his ribcage like he did at Ahsoka, and only missed him because he kept side stepping my blade. With the light from my blade, I could see that he was terrified. Good, I thought to myself darkly, he should be terrified of me.

I thought about our relationship, how it was all a lie. He was only interested in me because he thought I would be a good Sith, and here I wanted a father figure, a mentor, and a friend. I let the anger and betrayal bubble up inside of me like a dormant volcano for so long, and now it was exploding. Rage, disgust, anger, fear, all of them were being unleashed on Palpatine's unsuspecting person and he was no match for it.

Finally, my furry of barrages was wearing him down, and I saw him start to slow. I felt a wicked grin spread across my face, and I saw an opening. We got our sabers locked in a death grip, and I inched closer towards his hands. Then l swung down and away cutting off his hands, his lightsaber flipping in the air. I caught it and crossed the blades around his neck. All I had to do was slice his head off, and it would be over.

Palpatine hit his knees, and I kept the blades around his neck.

"Anakin," he said. "Your better than this."

"Not really," I admitted, with my grin still on my face.

"Revenge is not the Jedi way," he stated.

"Well for the past twenty minutes, I have not really been in a Jedi mood," I said.

Suddenly, we heard a moan and I turned to see Ahsoka stirring. "Damn it," I muttered. "Snips, you okay? Don't move. Alright?"

I shut down the blades, and ran to her side. Kneeling down, I saw there was a lot of blood, and I grabbed my robe from where I discarded it and started ripping it to make makeshift bandages.

I picked up my comlink, "This is Anakin Skywalker. Can anyone come in?"

"This is Admiral Cohen. What is it Skywalker?"

"Our mission is accomplished. We have Palpatine in custody. We need evac for him and for wounded. Our location is the South spire of the temple. We need medical attention."

"Excellent! I will send air support there immediately."

Lee put a force inhibitor collar on Palpatine then they got him to his feet and started marching him out of the temple toward the South tower.

"Sir, is Ahsoka okay to carry?" asked Rex.

I stretched out in the force and examined her injuries. Her lightsaber blade cuts were through skin and muscle not bone, and there was no extensive damage because of the lightning. She was just in a lot of pain, but there was nothing that would not heal.

"Yeah, Rex. She will be fine," I said.

Rex nodded, then kissed Ahsoka's head and gently cradled her in his arms. The act made me realized he loved her as much as I loved Padme, if that was possible.

I walked over to my master and examined him using the Force. The gash on his back was deep cutting muscle and bone, but not his spinal cord. He would heal fast, and but he would be in a lot of pain until we got him on medication.

Gently I picked him up and folded across my back trying not to aggravate his injuries. He moaned in pain a little, but other than that, he was quiet. I ran out of the room, and followed Rex and the men towards the gunships.

When I got on-board, the gunships took off towards the ship. We got there quickly, and I went quickly to the Med-Bay, and placed Obi-Wan gently on a cot.

"What happened?" said the medical droid.

"Lightsaber duel," I said.

The droid examined him. "We will place him in a bacta tank for one standard hour and he will make a full recovery."

They carted him away.

I nodded. "Captain Rex came in here with Commander Tano with similar injuries."

"Yes," said the droid, "She is in room two. She has already been in the Bacta tank for ten minutes and must stay in it for another hour and fifty minutes."

"Okay. Thank you," I said.

I walked into where they kept the bacta tanks, and knocked on the second door.

"Come in," came Rex.

"Hey how is she?" I asked.

"The droid said she is going to be fine," Rex said.

"Okay that's great!" I said.

"We got him sir! Mission accomplished."

"Yep. Now we just got to get him to Coruscant and hope the Senate actually delivers."