What if The Force Revived Anakin AND Padme And Sent Them To Episode 1

Three Eyed Theorist:    / @threeeyedtheorist   Half Blood Theorist:    / @halfbloodtheorist   Discord:   / discord   YT Memberships:    / @darththeorist   Voice Acting & Narration: Steven Waters ⁨@bobablackfly602⁩ Writing: Myself, @quadeong7453 , @khuz377, and @risingofthethorn1197 What if The Force Revived Anakin and Padme and Sent Them To Episode 1? Let's explore the depths of it in the video. If you enjoy deep dives into Harry Potter or Game of Thrones, check out our sister channels Half Blood Theorist and Three Eyed Theorist...links in the description. The workbench bites into his palms. The smell hits first. Engine grease, sand, and the dry heat of Mos Espa hits him next as Anakin Skywalker looks down at his hands. They are small. Unscarred. Pink at the knuckles. A child's hands. Shmi (calling, warm): "Ani? Are you finished with that coupling?" His mother. Alive. Five steps away. Anakin's breath catches in his throat and refuses to leave it. He grips the edge of the bench. The room sways. He stumbles past Watto's bins, past a startled pit droid, out into the white glare of the suns. He makes it three meters into the alley before he vomits into the sand. He sits down. Then he lies down. His face is in the dust and he is crying with the full open weeping of a nine-year-old boy because the body remembers how, even if the mind inside it is forty-five and ruined. An hour passes. Maybe more. The suns shift. He sits up. Wipes his face. Stares at his small hands. Anakin (whisper, to himself): "The Force sent me back…It sent me back." He stands. He walks inside. He carries the laundry basket Shmi has set down. He says nothing about anything. He smiles when she touches his hair. He starts planning before sundown. Two parsecs away, the Naboo royal cruiser cuts through hyperspace, and Padme opens her eyes. Panaka is mid-sentence. Panaka (clipped, professional): "...the Trade Federation will likely attempt to delay the proceedings. Your Majesty, our delegation has prepared..." Padme (quiet): "Captain. Give me the room." Panaka (concerned): "Your Majesty, the briefing..." Padme (firmer): "Now, Captain." He bows and leaves. The door seals. Padme stands. She looks down at her own hand. The wedding ring is gone. The skin where it should sit is smooth and unmarked. She walks to her private chambers. Locks the door. Sits on the floor against the cold bulkhead. She presses her palm to her belly. It is flat. The twins are not there. They have not been there yet. They are years from being there. Padme (whisper, broken): "Luke. Leia." She remembers a hand at her throat. She remembers a medical droid's voice telling her she had lost the will to live. She remembers letting go because the galaxy on the other side of that birth had Anakin's name written on every wound. She presses her face into her knees. She breathes through her teeth. She counts to a hundred and back down. Then she stands. Walks to the mirror. Reapplies the white. Repaints the lower lip. Settles the crown. Becomes the Queen again. She opens the door. Padme (composed): "Captain. Continue your briefing." That night in the slave quarters, Anakin sits cross-legged on his cot in the dark. He runs the timeline in his head. Qui-Gon Jinn will walk into Watto's shop within days. Padme will be with him in handmaiden's robes. He needs to ride this path long enough to get off Tatooine. He needs to warn her without exposing himself to the Order. He closes his eyes. He reaches inward. The Force is there, clean and bright in a way he had forgotten was possible. No hate in it. No fear in it. He tries something Sidious taught him in another life. He folds his Force presence inward. Smothers the signature. Lets the brightness of him sink under the surface of an ordinary slave boy. Anakin (murmur): "He cannot feel me. He will not feel me." He practices it for an hour. He gets it stable. He sleeps four hours and dreams of nothing. Anakin presses his palms to the floor and reaches outward. He extends his senses across the system, sector, and the galaxy. He finds Sidious immediately on Coruscant. Exactly where he should be. He sweeps wider. And he finds her. A signature he has known for half his life. She is on the cruise in her quarter, asleep. She is on the grass by the lake on Naboo. The wind and the water are real. The light is the last gold of evening. The place between them is not a normal vision. It is a vergence formed by death, love, and the Force itself. Time moved strangely there. Distance meant nothing there. #starwars #starwarswhatif #whatif