What if Anakin Skywalker BELIEVED Fives

What if Anakin Skywalker believed Fives? Let's explore the depths of it in the video. >> Fives, this isn't the way. You're cornering allies, not enemies. Talk to me, Fives, please. What's going on? You need to hear this before they come. I don't have time. None of us do. There's a plot bigger than anything you've ever seen. It's not just about Top or me. It's about all of us. Every clone. What kind of plot? A conspiracy to destroy the Jedi. The whole Republic. We've been set up since the beginning. By who? There's something inside of us in all the clones. They call it an inhibitor chip. It's not a mutation or defect. It's deliberate. They say it's a safety protocol, but it's not. It's a kill switch. A chip since birth. Yeah, implanted before we ever opened our eyes. It's what made Tup snap. What made me a target? They said I was sick, but I wasn't. I found my chip, had it removed. Who put it there? Kem Owens. But it doesn't stop there. They're working under orders. I traced it. The request for the chips, it came from the highest level of the Republic. From the Chancellor himself. Chancellor? That's a serious accusation. fives. >> We're closing in on the target. Everyone get ready. >> I know how it sounds. I know. But he's involved. He's behind it. When I confronted him, they tried to detain me. Wipe my mind. Cover it all up. Why do that if I was wrong? You went up to the Chancellor. I wanted answers. But I know I'm being haunted like a traitor. Like I'm the problem. Why would the Chancellor want to destroy the Jedi? I don't know, but it's coming. I've seen enough. When the order comes, we won't even know we're doing it. We'll just execute without question. We'd never turn on the Jedi. Not by choice. Exactly. That's what makes it perfect. It won't be our choice. >> Don't do it, sir. Get away from me. No. [Music] F. Brother, call for help. We need a medic. >> Rex, I only wanted to do my duty. You did, Fives. You did more than anyone. Find the truth, please. [Music] [Applause] Oh, no. Storm clouds gather outside the Jedi Temple. Their silent churn casting an unnatural twilight across Coruscant skyline. The tall windows of the High Council Chamber dim beneath the weight of the storm. Inside, the atmosphere feels heavier than mere air pressure. Tension coils unspoken but palpable, like a tightening snare. Anakin Skywalker stands at the center of the chamber, hands clenched behind his back, posture rigid. Beside him stands Captain Rex, armored as always, helmet tucked firmly beneath his arm. Neither man shows fear, but both carry grief in their eyes. Grief and something else. Determination. The Jedi Council sits in a silent semicircle, each master watching the pair with solemn skepticism. Finally, Mace Wu leaned forward, breaking the silence. You claim Fives believed the Chancellor implanted control devices into every clone trooper. He didn't just believe it. He knew. He had his own chip removed. He wasn't paranoid or delusional. He was being silenced for knowing the truth. >> A clone accusing the Supreme Chancellor of treason. That's a grave charge, even coming from a Jedi. Troubled Fives was, but mad I sensed not clear. His thoughts were focused even as fear gripped him. You said he mentioned a kill switch, something pre-programmed from birth. Yes, masters. He believed it was embedded in us, meant to override our free will. It wasn't theoretical. He said it was real, physical, and meant to trigger on command. The order he described, it would make us turn on the Jedi. >> This demands verification. Quietly. If there's truth here, we cannot afford to alert the Senate or the Chancellor. >> Agree. I do. Secretly examine this. We must trust. We cannot. Not until more is known. No further debate follows. The council has heard enough. The investigation begins out of sight, out of earshot of the Republic they serve. That same night, in a sealed lower wing of the Jedi Temple, Jedi healers work in total secrecy. The long sterile corridors remain dim. The silence broken only by the war of droids and the soft hum of scanning equipment. A select number of clones are brought in. Offduty soldiers who have served with honor, selected carefully by Rex and trusted not to question the vague explanation of their neurological exams. None is told the real reason they are here. In a long whitewalled chamber, a clone trooper lies back on the scanning table. Jedi healer Vakara Chay watches from behind a console as a diagnostic droid passes a shimmering blue light across the trooper's forehead. A flicker appears on the hollow screen. A faint rounded object lodged deep in the prefrontal cortex. The medical team pauses, staring at the strange formation. >> It's not scars you. This isn't damage. This is intentional. constructed, placed during early development, maybe even in gestation. Every clone has it. Bring in the next subject. And so they do. One after another, each trooper lies on the scanning table. Each mind revealing the same shaped mass, tucked in the exact same position. The reality sets in quick. Whatever Fives warned about. It's real. But removing the chip isn't easy. It's nestled deep within the skull, far from easy reach. The slightest error could sever vital neural pathways. The temple's medical droids are recalibrated for micro neurosurgery. Every incision carries risk. The first volunteer is a medic named Kicks. His history with fives makes him eager, almost desperate to go first. Under the glowing white lights, Kicks goes under anesthesia. The operation lasts over an hour. Healers guide the droid arms with the force, delicately prying the microscopic chip from the surrounding tissue. When Kixs awakes, he blinks slowly, groggy, eyes adjusting to the overhead lamp. A faint frown crosses his face as he looks around. Sir, it's strange. Like something's missing. A weight I didn't even know was there. It's gone. I feel more more myself, clearer. >> Another trooper, his scar still fresh from the surgical seal, looked ahead with a distant expression. >> There's a phrase. I can't explain it. I never heard it out loud, but it's in my head. like an echo. Execute Order 66. It just keeps playing back and I don't know why. The Jedi in the room exchange looks. The phrase holds no direct meaning yet, but its presence is undeniable and the implications chilling. The next evening, the council reconvenes. Outside, thunder rolls through Corissant's vertical canyons, the sounds vibrating faintly through the stone walls of the chamber. Lightning throws brief flashes of cold blue across the council's solemn faces. >> The chips are real. We've confirmed them in multiple troopers. Each one placed intentionally and connected to programming that overrides free thought. Which means Fives was telling the truth. The clones weren't just bred for obedience. They were created to eliminate the Jedi on command. >> He died trying to stop it alone. And we almost didn't listen. Alone. He is no longer heard. His warning now is. Act we must, but carefully, quietly. The decision was made, and the wheels begin to turn. That night, the Jedi move secretly through the temple's underlevels. More clones are escorted to the surgical wing. Each one reveals the same implant. One by one, they are removed. One by one, the soldiers wake with the same haunting clarity in their eyes. In a far-off chamber, Jedi consult restricted archives, searching for clues. Who approved such a measure? Who could have hidden it? Not a Kemino decision, not without approval from higher. And in his private quarters, Anakin sits beside Padme as she sleeps. The soft rustle of her breath is all he hears. His hand rests gently on her shoulder, but his thoughts are elsewhere. Five's final words loop in his mind like a whisper of that order. Order 66. In the shadowed heart of the Jedi temple, a small al cove is set aside. Not in any ceremonial hall, but in the medical wing. There, surrounded by silence, stands a narrow column of light. A hologram shimmers to life. The image of a clone trooper with a tattoo five on his temple. Ark trooper fives. Below the projection, a simple plaque. It does not mark him as a hero or a soldier or a martyr. Just five words glowing faintly in blue script. He tried to save us. Rex stands before it alone. Helmet in his hands, eyes unblinking. His reflection shimmers in the hologram's light. Outside, rain taps softly against the temple walls. For the first time in the war, he does not feel like a commander. He feels like someone who has barely survived something vast and terrifying. Because Fives spoke the truth. And now at last, the Jedi are listening. Darkness cloaks the cameoan sky. Rain hammers down with relentless rhythm, drumming against the sterile domes of Topoka City. Beneath the storm, inside the prime minister's chamber, the mood is colder than the rain. More and more clone troopers, first captains, then entire squads begin requesting voluntary chip removal. Whispers of fives, final words spread slowly at first, then like wildfire through the outer rim postings. On field medians and Jedi medical frigots, a silent revolution begins. Rex is among the first. Gregor, too. Even Wolf, after resistance, relents. And the Jedi begin facilitating these surgeries discreetly without Senate approval. Now Obi-Wan and Anakin stand before Prime Minister Lamasu and Chief Scientists Namaste. Lamasu's thin voice cuts through the silence. The inhibitor chips were standard issue, embedded per contract, issued under Jedi clearance. That's impossible. No Jedi authorized such a protocol. You're deflecting. Who gave the order? >> We were contacted by a man who called himself Tyrannis. He came with Jedi codes. Holographic credentials. We verified them. >> Anakin glances sideways at Obi-Wan. The name again, Tyrannis. Back on Coruscant, the Jedi Council convenes in the shadow of doubt. The temple's war room glows blue with hollow projections. Each Jedi Master remote from their sectors, yet united in suspicion. Mace Wu stands at the center of the chamber, arms crossed. A clone army created under false Jedi credentials. Tyrannis is not one of us. Darkness deeper than we feared. This conspiracy has begun. If Fives was right, if someone implanted chips to control them, how many are still compromised? We should begin total extraction quietly through trusted hands. Those we know will not speak. >> Trust must guide us. But secrecy dangerous also. It is. If this becomes public, faith in the war collapses. What happens to our republic then? No one answers. In the following days, Dchipping spreads. Jedi healers and medics aided by local clones establish covert surgical units across rim worlds. Volunteers come in silence, often wounded, sometimes shaking with fear. But they come. Palpatine knows. His private chambers in the Senate are dim. A faint golden glow from Coruscant skyline spills across his desk as he reviews intelligence from the Coruscant Guard. Commander Fox's reports. Medical records flagged. Masamata steps forward, eyes twitching. They are accelerating removals. Clones are disappearing from postings. Jedi are shielding them. Let them. The Jedi dig their own grave with each incision. Reassign altered clones. Remote fronts. Less visibility. Begin accelerating growth for new batches. Designate CT 10,000 and above. Full compliance. No free will. If loyalty can be grown, so can fear. Plun discovered Cipphodas's wrecked ship and lightsaber buried on Obadiah, confirming the Jedi's longlost suspicions. >> Then it is the lost ship of Master Ciphodas. I found this at the crash site. >> The lightsaber of Cyphodas. It is never found when he died. It was >> Obi-Wan and Anakin confront the Pike Syndicate, learning that Tyrannis ordered Cipphodas's murder to erase the truth. No business left with the Pikes. Tyrannis. >> Tyrannis? You are the man called Tyrannis. >> I told you everything you needed to know on Geonosis all those years ago. Kenobi. >> The Jedi Council meet again. Shaken, Obi-Wan and Anakin have uncovered a shocking truth. Tyrannis is Dooku. A Sith Lord created our army. Used. We have been manipulated from the very start. We must inform the Senate. No. Chaos will follow. We cannot halt the war. So, we keep fighting using clones made by the Sith. How can we trust them? It's not the clone's fault, Anakin. Most had no choice. Victims they are, as we may be, too. Across the city, in the Senate rotunda, Palpatine steps to the podium. His voice, serene, strong, echoed across the chamber. >> There are whispers, dangerous whispers. The Jedi conduct unsanctioned procedures on our brave clone soldiers. Without Senate approval, they call themselves protectors. But who oversees them? Who verifies these interventions are in the Republic's interest? >> He's laying the groundwork, turning the people against us. We need proof, Pat, or we'll lose the Senate. >> Later, she met Anakin in private, overlooking the Coruscant skyline. >> You know him better than anyone. Is he behind this? >> He said the Jedi are hiding things, but it's he who is hiding something serious. >> Are you sure, Anakin? >> I don't know, B. I I'm just confused. What's right and what's wrong? >> Don't be. Just trust your instincts. Trust the Force. He's like a father to me, Batman. Someone who guided me after all these years. And what if what if he's behind all this? What if he >> he's siding with the darkness? >> Then we side with the light. We face the truth. >> Elsewhere, clone commanders begin receiving strange orders. Those known to have undergone chip removals are quietly reassigned to isolated fronts. Rumors spread. Jedi medics were being watched. Some troopers refused treatment out of fear of punishment. In secret, Palpatine speaks with Dooku Tyrannis over encrypted Sith channels. >> Let them uncover the truth. It only brings them closer to their fall. >> And the boy Skywalker grows suspicious. >> Let him. He walks the edge. In time, he will choose as all must. >> But what if he doesn't? >> Then he'll have to go just like the rest. Unfortunately, >> inside the Jedi temple, Yodo walks the quiet halls with Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Mace window. >> Shadows gather in our ranks and beyond. >> We need to expose the Sith's role in this to all. >> Not yet. Not without full proof. Dooku recruited Camino. But who funded them? I tried to trace the funding through the Republic Finance Ministry. No names, no records, just executive orders sealed from the Chancellor's office. H. More evidence we need, but close. Very close to the truth we are. Then we prepare quietly. The next move must be ours. What move, master. We play smart this time. From now on, you will have a Y with you. From now on, whenever you meet the Chancellor, we will listen. That's treason. That's the only way. Skywalker. Tell me, how will you find out? What if the Chancellor is behind all of this? My instincts and all the evidence points to him. The force is telling us something. You need to focus. This is our best shot. Clever you move, but alert. We all must remain fine. I will do it, master. I just want this to end. I'm I'm just tired of all this. Storm clouds hang low over Corissant as Count Dooku separatist fleet tears through the skyline. The Clone Wars final act has begun. Defectors, now chipless, refuse orders. The Republic security forces reel under unexpected internal splits. In the ruined Senate district, debris and smoke swirl. Jedi and clone forces repel the last of the Separatist assault. Blaster fire echoes through the scorched halls. Some clone squads fight side by side with Jedi, free of their control chips. Others, still bound by the chips, are held at bay. Anakin walks alone through a dim, highse ceiling corridor beneath the Senate building, going into the Chancellor's office. The tunnel hums with quiet dread. Unseen beneath his robes, a small device transmits his words to the Jedi temple. In the council chamber, Mace, Wu, Yoda, and Obi-Wan, and other masters stand around the hologram table, listening. What is this? Separatists gather in the Senate, framed on purpose. The Republic is crumbling, Anakin, and cracks make way forth. Did you orchestrate this? Are you behind Dooku's attack? I can sense the fear in you, my boy. What fear? The fear of losing her. You sense your wife's fate, don't you? The death you dream of. I can prevent that, Anakin. I can help you. What do you mean? How? I am the Sith Lord. I am Darth Cidius. I shaped this war. I gave life to the clone army. When they activated those chips, that was my command. Join me, Anakin. Join me and complete yourself. Become my apprentice, and together we will rule the galaxy. Back in the chamber, the council members listened to all this are now in a state of shock. Obi-Wan reels. Kiari Mundi's voice is grave. Impossible. No, it's him. It was always him. That's how the clones turned. How Dooku was always one step ahead. Now revealed the shadow is move. We must. >> Back in Palpatines's office, the tension is real. >> You used me. You used all of us. I I trusted you. You were like a father to me. And you? I saved you, Anakin. You were nothing before me. Do you think the council truly trusts you? They fear your power. No, they don't. You do. You feared that I would be your end. So, you tried to manipulate me. But know this, I will not betray those who believed in me. You will not control me with lies. >> How unfortunate. I thought you were different. But I was wrong. Now you die and after that your beloved Jedi masters. Gather your squads. Dship chip clones only. We end this now. What about Anakin? What about him? He's already there. Everyone move. Still with us. He is. He will lead. Within minutes, the strike team forms. Mace, Yoda, Obi-Wan, Rex, and Kicks lead the freed clone units. Tension rides heavy as they move through the silent halls toward the Chancellor's private chambers. >> If the wire caught all that, how many senators will still be loyal to him? Doesn't matter. He's the core of it. Cut the root and the rot dies. >> Not just power he seeks, worship, legacy, but lost he already is. >> They burst into the chamber. Palpatine stands at the center with Anakin to the side. His throne raised above fractured marble. A hollow map behind him flickers with active troop orders. So the traitors come. The Jedi order arrogant to the last. Your lies are done. We heard it all. And yet you still hope to win. Fo your empire will. Palpatines's expression twists into fury. Lightning flickers in his hand. Yoda ignites his lightsaber. His voice is calm. Final. The chamber explodes in light and fury. Palpatine surges with Sith lightning, blasting toward Yoda. The green master leaps, deflecting the strike. Obi-Wan charges from the side. Palpatine spins with a snarl. His crimson saber igniting mid twist, blocking both Jedi in a flash of red and blue. Anakin flanks him. Their sabers clash. An echo of destiny unfolding. This ends now. Wrong as always. This is only the beginning. Outside, freed clone units intercept loyalist guards. Rexs and kicks fight side by side with the temple defenders. Blaster bolts streak across the skybridge. Inside, the duel escalates. Mace dives in. Blade precise. Lightning courses around. Palpatine hurls a statue across the chamber, but Yoda redirects at midair. Palpatine leaps to the upper level, unleashing a roar of dark energy. Order 66 is already begun across loyal battalions. You are too late. Clone Command override. Activate blue directive. This is Rex. Cidius is compromised. Execute null protocol. >> Across Coruscant and beyond, confused clone captains receive the override. Some hesitate, others remove their helmets. Conflicted. The command structure has begun to fracture. Back in the chamber, Cidius tries to strike Mace with a final searing blast of lightning, but Anakin steps between them. You chose weakness, Skywalker. Now you have watched the Republic burn. You're wrong. I choose the Jedi. >> He raises his saber. In a blinding arc of light, Anakin slashes through the Sith guard. Cidius staggers. Yoda leaps, landing the final blow. The Sith Lord screams, a storm of hatred and failure. Then silence, his body crumples, smoking. A hush falls. Anakin stares down, chest heaving. Mace places a hand on his shoulder. It's over. No changed. The fight is not ended. Later that day, the Hollonet broadcasts emergency Senate addresses. The Jedi Order, backed by evidence recorded by Anakin's wire, reveals Cidius's treason to the galaxy. Balor Ghana, Monothma, and Padmeala stand behind the truth. The chips, the war, the Sith plan, all exposed. Clone units are demobilized and restructured under a new civilian authority. The Jedi order survives, not unchanged, but aware. And high in the Jedi temple, the wire Anakin wore, charred and silent, is placed beside the hollow statue of Fives. Both symbols of choice, of defiance, of courage. Peace came not with celebration, but with silence. In the smoldering aftermath of Coruscant's darkest hour, the Senate Chamber stands hollow. Where once Cidius whispered and schemed, now only echoes remain. The Republic survives, but it would never be the same. The Jedi Temple is scarred yet standing. Emergency repairs continue day and night. Within its chambers, the High Council convenes, not with rigid posture, but with bent heads, solemn. The truth had pierced the order like a blade. For 10 years, they had served a Sith Lord without knowing it. Manipulated, blinded. Yoda sits still of all. Blind we were by arrogance, by routine. Seen the dark side was too late. >> The Sith are gone. The war is ending, but if the Jedi survive unchanged, we risk becoming the very corruption we sought to stop. Across the city, beneath the Senate Dome, the remnants of their separatist leadership surrendered. Dooku, once masterful, once calculated, has vanished. His forces collapse without Cidius's spine behind them. In the hologram transmissions, he offered no resistance, no vengeance, only silence. Then nothing at all. Weeks later, under Coruscant's healing sky, Chancellor Baylor Ghana, elected in an emergency session, delivers a message to the galaxy. We were deceived. War was not our failure. It was orchestrated. The Jedi are not traitors. They are heroes. And the Republic must never again be so blind. The Jedi Order does not stand behind him, cloaked in pride. They stand beside him, changed in the temple's main hall, beneath the ancient statues of long deadad masters. Anakin Skywalker faces the council. But this time, he does not stand in defiance. >> I don't ask for rank or privilege. I only want to serve. I want to rebuild what we almost lost. Anakin Skywalker, you are not the chosen one because of prophecy. You are the Jedi we need because of choice. A Jedi Master you now are. Not for power, but for compassion, for clarity. And for the first time in years, he looks towards the Temple's skybridge, not with anger, but with purpose. In the Republic medical bays, clone troopers rest, no longer weapons, but survivors. Captain Rex stood at the center of the briefing floor. Out of armor, eyes sharper than ever. He addresses those who have removed their chips, who have reclaimed their names. We were bred to follow, but now we choose who we are. And I say we fight for peace, not for orders. We're not just soldiers anymore. We're citizens, brothers, and we build what comes next. Some stay to help with reconstruction. Some choose exile, but all were free. The G was dissolved by month's end. The last number designation retired. No more CT7567. Only Rex. >> So, no more secrets. >> None. Just us. She presses a palm to her belly. A life saved by truth. And in that moment, both know their future has not been stolen. Yoda sits in meditation at top the temple's central tower. The wind is still. The stars have returned. Mace joins him, stepping carefully around the edge. There was a moment in that chamber. I thought we'd lose him. That moment passed. Lost he was, but found he chose to be. We nearly destroyed everything because we forgot to see. Then see, we must. Not as warriors, not as legends, as learners. Always. In the final days of that galactic spring, a new council chamber has been built. Not high above the skyline, but nestled beneath the temple's base, open to the people. Anakin, Obi-Wan, Yoda, Mace, and Plcun gather, each changed. No longer do the Jedi enforce peace from above. Now they listen. Now they serve. And as the stars wheel overhead, and the Republic begins again, whispers of darkness fade. For a time in the private garden at top Padme's estate, Anakin sat with her under Twilight skies. Obi-Wan approaches, speaking softly. Laughter rose, not loud, not proud, but whole. Peace has returned. Not perfect, but real. That's our theory. The Star Wars universe is a galaxy filled with exciting stories and possibilities, and we love exploring them. If you'd like to join us on this journey to a galaxy far, far away, then please like, share, and subscribe.