AN: I have posted all the chapters I piled up here. The reason behind this Mass-release is that I think of putting this Chapter on Pause, I am sorry if any reader wanted more of it.
Inside the sanctuary of Mortis, the Father guided Bell, Yoda, and Anakin through the intricacies of the World Between Worlds. The ethereal plane shimmered before them—gateways of glowing energy swirling in an infinite void, leading to different places and times.
"This realm is not bound by time as you perceive it," the Father explained. "It is the past, the present, and the future. It is space beyond space."
Bell tilted his head. "So… a cosmic backdoor to all of reality?"
The Father gave him a look. "…A crude description, but yes."
Anakin squinted at the glowing portals. "And you're telling me this means we can control time itself?"
"If you are careful," the Father warned. "And if you are strong enough."
Bell smirked. "Well, I'm not not strong enough."
Yoda hummed thoughtfully. "Dangerous, this is. Tempting, it will be."
The Father nodded. "Which is why you must not just learn the World Between Worlds, but master it."
The training was grueling—at least for Anakin and Yoda.
Anakin struggled to perceive time beyond the present, his frustration evident as he tried (and failed) to open a portal to the past without destabilizing it.
"Why isn't this working?" Anakin growled, reaching for a portal that flickered out of existence.
"You rely too much on raw power," the Father chided. "You must listen to the Force, not force it to obey."
Yoda, on the other hand, had the opposite problem. His connection to the Force was deep, but he hesitated to manipulate time itself, as if tampering with it was a crime against nature.
"Much fear, I sense," the Father observed.
"Fear? Hmph. Wise, I am," Yoda muttered. "Wise enough to know, dangerous this is."
Meanwhile, Bell?
He got it immediately.
"Hold on," he said, rubbing his chin. "So if I think of a moment in time and picture the connection to it…"
A ripple of energy spread outward. A portal materialized before him, revealing a flash of the past—Anakin as a boy, building C-3PO on Tatooine.
"…Huh," Bell muttered. "That was easier than I expected."
The Father narrowed his eyes. "That should not be possible so quickly."
Bell shrugged. "I have a history of breaking the rules."
The Father gestured, and a hundred different portals opened at once. "Then prove your mastery."
Bell smirked. "You're on."
With effortless grace, he stepped between timelines, appearing in different moments of history before blinking back. He bent space itself, teleporting across Mortis at will, merging Fold Space with the abilities of the World Between Worlds.
At one point, he even opened a rift to a future battle, watching himself fight an unseen enemy.
"…Okay, that's probably important," Bell muttered, closing it before he got spoilers.
Yoda and Anakin gawked.
Anakin threw his hands up. "Of course he's already mastered it."
Bell laughed. "Come on, Ani. You'll get there."
Yoda sighed. "Troublesome, you are."
While Anakin and Yoda continued struggling with time manipulation, Bell took the opportunity to wander Mortis. The landscape shifted constantly, guided by the Force itself.
That was when he felt it.
A pulse. A pull. A call.
Curious, he followed it, stepping through a twisting forest of ethereal trees. At the heart of a glowing cavern, nestled within a bed of floating crystal shards, was a Ky-Burr crystal.
Unlike regular Kyber Crystals, this one pulsed with overwhelming energy—a force multiplier unlike anything he had ever seen.
Bell narrowed his eyes. "Huh. That's not normal."
As he reached out, the crystal responded, glowing brilliant white. It resonated with him, recognizing his divine essence.
"…Well," Bell mused, rubbing his chin. "No way this won't be a problem, but let's be real—I was gonna take it anyway."
With a grin, he plucked the crystal from its resting place. Immediately, the energy surged through him, and he staggered.
His power exploded.
His connection to the Force multiplied a thousandfold.
His Base Form—the weakest version of himself—was now amplified by a factor of 1,000.
Bell blinked. "…Well, that's insane."
For reference, this meant if he activated any of his transformations—Super Saiyan, LSSJG, or beyond—the increase would be astronomical.
Which meant he needed to get this under control. Fast.
Taking out his old Kyber Crystal, he fused it with the Ky-Burr crystal, stabilizing it with his divine essence. The fusion resulted in a crystal that shone white-gold, humming with godly energy.
Bell exhaled. "Okay. That's better. Kinda."
Still, the realization settled in. If he didn't control this new power?
One wrong move could shatter the galaxy.
"…Silly me and my constant power-ups," he muttered. "I swear, I'm a magnet for both power and trouble."
He sighed, shaking his head. Oh well. Time to figure this out before he accidentally destroyed reality.
The depths of Mortis pulsed with energies both ancient and forbidden. Here, within the realm of the Force itself, lay two artifacts of unimaginable power—
The Font of Power, overflowing with raw, unfiltered dark side energy, and the Pool of Knowledge, reflecting the infinite possibilities of past, present, and future.
Bell, ever the seeker of ultimate mastery, drank deeply from the Font. Power surged through his veins, an intoxicating rush unlike anything he had ever felt before.
"…Ohhh," Bell exhaled, gripping his head. "That's a lot."
But he wasn't done.
He stepped into the Pool of Knowledge, letting its omniscient waters bathe his form. Visions crashed into him—timelines unraveling, countless fates colliding, the infinite expanse of the Force itself.
And then?
He drank it.
The moment the liquid touched his tongue, Bell ascended.
His mind expanded across the cosmos.
He saw the birth of stars, the secrets of the Force, the tiniest fluctuations of life across the galaxy—all of it, at once, and it was exhilarating.
For the first time, even he felt overwhelmed.
"…Okay," he gasped, gripping his head. "That might've been a bit much."
Bell barely had time to process before the Father materialized before him, his expression grim.
"Foolish," the ancient being growled. "You have indulged in powers that mortals were never meant to touch."
Bell smirked, still feeling the high of cosmic knowledge. "Well, good thing I'm not a mortal, huh?"
The Father's glare sharpened. "You do not understand. There was another… one who did what you have done. And in doing so, she became something monstrous."
A heavy silence fell.
"…Her name was Abeloth."
At the mere mention of her name, the Force itself seemed to tremble.
A phantom whisper slithered through the air.
An ancient horror, a twisted abomination, a being of unfathomable malice—her existence had once torn the galaxy apart.
Bell felt it. A disturbance. A presence lurking in the shadows of the universe.
"…Huh." He exhaled, rubbing his temples. "So, what? You think I'm about to go crazy, grow some extra limbs, and start whispering sweet horrors into people's ears?"
The Father frowned. "It has happened before. You are not exempt."
But Bell only shrugged.
"Maybe for a normal being, sure. But me?" He rolled his shoulders, letting his divine energy stabilize his form. "I was already a literal god before drinking from these pools. Yeah, the power's huge, but it's not that much compared to what I've already wielded."
The Father's expression faltered. Doubt crept into his eyes.
This… should not be possible.
Any other being who consumed such power would have warped beyond recognition.
But Bell?
He stood there, unshaken, unchanged.
The realization struck the Father like a thunderbolt—he had been surpassed.
For eons, he had believed himself the gatekeeper of balance. The one who ensured the harmony between light and dark.
But now?
Bell was beyond him.
"…Perhaps I am not fit to be the Father anymore."
The Father took a deep breath. His form began to fade.
Yoda and Anakin arrived just in time to witness his decision.
"Wait, what's happening?" Anakin asked, confused.
The Father turned to him, a sad smile on his face.
"I have done my part. But the Force… the galaxy… it belongs to the future. To you."
Before anyone could stop him, the Father allowed himself to be absorbed into Bell.
A blinding explosion of energy erupted as Bell's mind was flooded with the Father's memories, his knowledge, his very existence.
Bell stumbled, gripping his head.
Visions crashed into him—the birth of Mortis, the endless cycle of balance, the horrors of Abeloth's rampage.
When the storm finally passed, he opened his eyes, now shimmering with limitless power.
He exhaled.
"…Well," Bell muttered. "That was a trip."
Bell turned to Yoda and Anakin, his presence heavier than ever.
"Alright, I've figured it out."
Anakin blinked. "Figured what out?"
Bell's gaze was dead serious.
"If we want to reach our peak power, all three of us need to achieve oneness with the Force."
Yoda hummed. "One-ness, you say?"
Bell nodded. "Not just temporarily, like some Jedi do in extreme cases. I mean permanently. We need to become so attuned to the Force that we can ditch our physical forms at will."
Anakin raised an eyebrow. "And what happens if we do that?"
Bell smirked.
"We become so powerful that no one in existence can oppose us."
A silence fell over the group.
"…Oh," Anakin muttered.
Bell cracked his knuckles. "And more importantly? We'll be strong enough to kill Abeloth before she breaks free."
At the mention of her name, the Force itself darkened, as if the universe was listening.
Anakin frowned. "You keep saying that name like we're supposed to know it."
Yoda's ears twitched. "…Troubling, this name is."
Bell exhaled. "Let's just say that if she ever gets out of her prison? The whole galaxy is screwed."
Anakin crossed his arms. "And if we kill her now?"
"She dies forever."
A slow grin spread across Anakin's face. "Well. I like that plan."
Yoda nodded. "A wise course, this may be."
Bell smirked.
"Then let's get to training, boys. We've got a goddess of insanity to erase from existence."
Mortis was behind them. The lessons of the Father, the Daughter, and the Son had been mastered. Their connection to the Force had surpassed even the highest of Jedi and Sith legends.
And now?
Their mission was clear.
Find the Maw.
Destroy Abeloth before she awakens.
The Force itself seemed to whisper its urgency. Time was running out.
Bell, Anakin, and Yoda stood aboard their ship, the Eternal Horizon, staring into the swirling depths of hyperspace.
"Outer Rim's our best bet," Bell said, arms crossed. "Abeloth was sealed somewhere deep in unknown space, a place where even the Force gets… weird."
Yoda nodded. "Shrouded in darkness, the Maw is. A place of great turmoil."
Anakin leaned against the wall, eyes narrowed. "So what? We just start sweeping the whole galaxy? Searching blindly?"
Bell smirked. "No. We use our new mastery of the Force."
The three of them closed their eyes, reaching out into the vast web of existence.
They felt… everything.
The cries of the suffering.
The hum of the stars.
The fabric of time itself, shifting and bending around them.
And beyond it all, somewhere in the deepest void…
A presence.
Cold. Malicious. Writhing in madness.
Bell's eyes snapped open.
"…There."
The Eternal Horizon shot through hyperspace at speeds far beyond what any normal ship could achieve. Bell had tweaked the engines himself, enhancing them with his divine essence and the Force, allowing them to move at insane velocities.
Stars blurred past as they approached the Outer Rim.
Their destination?
The Kessel Sector.
Because hidden deep within that sector was the Maw, a swirling maelstrom of black holes and gravitational distortions—a place where reality itself bent and twisted.
And at its center?
Abeloth.
As they neared the sector, Bell's senses sharpened.
Something was wrong.
The Force was… unstable here.
Not just dark. Not just twisted. But completely unhinged.
Yoda's ears twitched. "…Feel it, you do."
Anakin clenched his fists. "It's like the whole place is… screaming."
Bell frowned. That wasn't a metaphor.
Through the Force, he could hear whispers—thousands, maybe millions of voices. Lost souls, drifting in the abyss, trapped in an endless nightmare of madness.
And at the very core of it all…
Her.
Abeloth.
The Mother.
The Chaos Goddess.
A being so twisted, so powerful, that even the Father and his children had sealed her away rather than fight her.
Bell took a deep breath. "We're close."
Anakin cracked his neck. "Good. Because I'm ready to end this."
Yoda nodded. "A great battle ahead, there is."
Bell's gaze darkened.
"No."
The others turned to him.
"This isn't just a battle." His hands clenched into fists. The ship's metal groaned under the sheer weight of his presence.
"This is annihilation."
Bell folded space, and in an instant, he, Yoda, and Anakin appeared within the Maw.
Darkness surrounded them.
A void of shifting energy, madness, and malice. Reality itself seemed unstable. The Force here was in chaos, screaming, writhing, twisting.
And at the center of it all—
Her.
Abeloth.
The Chaos Goddess.
Her twisted form loomed before them—pale skin, unnaturally elongated limbs, tendrils writhing from her mouth like serpents. Her eyes… endless pools of insanity.
The second she saw them, she lunged.
Bell was faster.
His whitish-glowing lightsaber hummed through the air as he sliced Abeloth clean in half.
For a moment, everything was silent.
Then—a twisted giggle.
Her two halves twitched. Twisted. And reformed.
Bell's eyes narrowed. She's playing dead…
Before he could warn them—
Anakin charged.
Abeloth's force blast sent him flying backward, slamming into a floating mass of shattered asteroids.
Yoda struck next.
Emerald lightning—Judgment Lightning—cascaded from his fingers, striking Abeloth in a blinding storm.
Bell amplified the attack, shifting the very ground beneath her into a massive electricity conduit, forcing unending currents of power into her body.
Abeloth screamed, writhing, convulsing.
Then, with an earth-shattering roar, she shattered the entire battlefield, forcing them back.
"This is getting us nowhere." Bell sighed.
With a single step, his form changed.
Muscles bulged.
Green energy roared around him.
His hair shifted into flowing teal-blue, his very presence bending the Force itself.
Legendary Super Saiyan Blue.
Then—he took it further.
A blade of pure Ki extended from his lightsaber, crackling with divine death energy. The force of the Underworld itself surged through him.
A clean hit with this—meant the end.
Abeloth's eyes widened.
For the first time—she felt fear.
Bell smirked.
"Let's finish this."
The Maw trembled.
Bell stepped forward, each movement bending reality itself. His Legendary Super Saiyan Blue aura surged, warping the very space around him. The Ki-blade extending from his lightsaber crackled, infused with the divine energy of death.
Abeloth snarled.
The force of her scream ripped asteroids apart, sending waves of pure madness crashing into the trio.
Anakin reinforced his mind, pushing away the twisting whispers trying to break him.
Yoda stood firm, his ancient wisdom acting as an impenetrable shield against her insanity.
Bell?
He just grinned.
"Scary." He taunted. "Too bad I don't scare easy."
Then—he vanished.
A single golden blink—and he was already behind her.
SLASH.
A devastating cut tore across her back.
Abeloth screeched, her form distorting as the divine energy of death sank into her essence, erasing entire portions of her existence.
She lashed out, tentacles whipping forward to impale Bell's chest.
CLANG!
His Ki-infused blade caught them midair, cutting through them like paper.
Abeloth staggered back.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
She was immortal. She was chaos. She had survived the Celestials themselves.
Yet, before her—this being was something else entirely.
Not mortal.
Not Celestial.
Not Sith.
Not Jedi.
A true God.
And now, he had come to end her.
"Go!" Bell roared.
Anakin moved first.
His Dark Blue saber clashed against Abeloth's claws, his strikes precise, relentless, overpowering. His training in both Light and Dark allowed him to flow through combat like a storm.
Abeloth swung to counter—
Only for Yoda to intercept.
With a burst of speed, Yoda leaped onto her shoulder, his saber flashing blinding green arcs, each movement cutting deep.
Abeloth shrieked, thrashing violently.
She tried to blast them away with a Force Wave—
But Bell countered.
He thrust his palm forward and, with a mere flex of his divine will, her entire attack shattered.
Bell raised his Ki-blade.
"Time to finish this."
Abeloth knew fear.
But she also knew desperation.
In a last-ditch effort, she expanded.
Her form grew, tendrils snapping outward, her entire body becoming a colossal abomination of darkness and madness.
"YOU CANNOT KILL ME!" she howled. "I AM ETERNAL!"
Bell chuckled.
"Yeah? So was the Son. Look where he is now."
With one final burst of power, Bell charged.
His Ki-blade pulsed—infused with the Death of a God.
He vanished.
Appeared above her.
And with one clean stroke—
SLASH.
His blade carved straight through her core.
Abeloth's scream ripped through reality itself.
Her form convulsed.
Then—it began to fade.
Her essence—her very existence—was being consumed.
Absorbed.
By Bell.
Silence.
The Maw, once filled with roaring energy, was now calm.
Bell stood tall, his aura slowly settling.
Abeloth was gone.
Anakin panted, deactivating his saber. "Is… is it over?"
Yoda nodded slowly. "Gone, she is. Return, she will not."
Bell stared at his hands.
He could feel it. The power. The knowledge. The essence of Abeloth now resided within him.
But unlike the Son… she was different.
She had been pure chaos. Pure madness.
Bell took a deep breath. I will not let her control me.
He sealed the power away.
His eyes turned toward the stars.
The Galaxy was safe.
For now.
The silence of the Maw was unsettling.
Anakin, still catching his breath, deactivated his lightsaber. His dark blue blade vanished, leaving only the dim glow of the surrounding stars.
Yoda slowly floated back to the ground, his wrinkled face lined with deep contemplation.
Bell, standing motionless, clenched his fists. His whitish-glowing blade flickered as he sealed away Abeloth's essence, his Divine presence shifting as if to contain the unfathomable power now within him.
"She's… truly gone," Anakin muttered, his voice hushed with disbelief.
"Yes," Bell replied. His tone was casual, but his expression was not.
Yoda observed him carefully. "Hmmm… changed, you have. Power beyond measure, you now hold."
Bell sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah. That tends to happen when you absorb a chaos goddess." He exhaled sharply. "But I'm fine. For now."
Yoda's eyes narrowed. "Control, you must keep. Dangerous, this power is."
Bell nodded. He already knew that. If he lost himself, even for a second, the entire Galaxy could be reduced to nothing.
He wasn't about to let that happen.
With a final glance at the Maw, Bell raised his hand, channeling his newly enhanced mastery over Space.
In a single moment—
Space Fold.
The trio vanished.
Seconds later, they reappeared in Coruscant's orbit, just outside the Jedi Temple.
Anakin stumbled. "Ugh—give a guy a warning next time."
Bell grinned. "What, still getting used to the whole instant travel thing?"
Anakin scowled. "I was fine with hyperspace, thank you very much."
Bell just chuckled as they descended to the Temple.
The trio stepped into the Council Chamber, where several Masters were already gathered.
Obi-Wan Kenobi was the first to approach. "You're back." His gaze drifted to Anakin. "And still alive, I see. I was beginning to think you'd gotten yourself into trouble again."
Anakin smirked. "Please. Trouble runs from me now."
Mace Windu, his arms crossed, glanced at Bell. "We felt a great disturbance in the Force. Tell us—what happened?"
Bell exhaled. "Abeloth is gone. We ended her."
Gasps filled the room.
Shaak Ti furrowed her brow. "You're certain?"
Yoda nodded. "Gone, she is. Her madness, no more."
Ki-Adi-Mundi stroked his beard. "This… is monumental. Abeloth was a threat beyond anything we have faced before."
Bell's expression darkened. "Yeah. And she was just one problem. There could be more out there."
The room fell silent.
Mace narrowed his eyes. "You're saying we aren't done yet?"
Bell shook his head. "Not even close."
With Abeloth gone, a new era was upon them.
But Bell knew better.
There was always another storm brewing.
For now, though, the Republic still needed them. The Jedi Order was still spread thin. The War had left wounds that would take years to heal.
And Bell…
He had his own battles to fight.
As the meeting ended, Bell stood alone in one of the Temple's balconies, gazing at the endless sprawl of Coruscant.
Then, he felt it.
A presence. Watching. Waiting.
Not Abeloth. Not the Sith.
Something… older.
Something that shouldn't exist.
Bell smirked. "Heh. Guess I really don't get a break, huh?"
He turned, stepping away from the ledge.
The real battle had yet to begin.
And he'd be ready.
Anakin stood before the Jedi Council, arms crossed, his dark blue eyes filled with certainty.
"I've thought about this long and hard," he said, his voice unwavering. "My place… isn't here. Not anymore."
Bell stood beside him, arms casually at his sides, radiating that effortless confidence that seemed to make even the Jedi Masters uneasy. "I see the same thing he does," he added. "We're not meant to be bound by the Order."
The Masters sat in stunned silence.
Yoda's ears twitched. "A decision, final it is?"
Bell gave a slow nod. "We'll always be here when you need us. If you call, we'll answer. But we don't belong here, tied to rules that don't suit us."
Mace Windu narrowed his eyes. "This isn't just about you. The war is coming."
Anakin sighed. "Yeah. And we'll fight when the time comes. But not as Jedi."
A hushed tension filled the room.
Obi-Wan looked at Anakin with a mixture of understanding and sadness. "I can't say I'm surprised," he admitted. "But I do hope you know what you're doing."
Anakin smirked. "When do I ever?"
Yoda sighed deeply but nodded. "Respect your paths, we do." His gaze lingered on Bell. "Much more, you have yet to discover. Careful, you must be."
Bell simply grinned. "I always am."
The planet they landed on called to them.
It wasn't in the Jedi Archives, nor was it mapped by the Republic.
But the Force pulsed here—a beacon of unfathomable depth.
They wandered through dense mist until a deep, rumbling voice spoke.
"I am the Bendu."
A massive, ancient creature, neither fully Light nor Dark, loomed before them. Its enormous eyes seemed to peer into their souls.
"Two beings who walk beyond the chains of Order… and Chaos." The Bendu chuckled. "How curious."
For the first time in a while, Bell was intrigued.
"You're something else," Bell muttered.
The Bendu let out a booming laugh. "As are you, God-child."
Anakin blinked. "Wait, you know what he is?"
The Bendu's glowing eyes turned to Anakin. "And you, Skywalker, are far more than you allow yourself to believe."
Bell smirked. "Yeah, yeah. That's great and all. But tell me, what do you know about truly mastering the Force?"
The Bendu's expression shifted.
"Ah… you seek knowledge beyond the constraints of Jedi and Sith."
Bell and Anakin grinned.
Their training with the Bendu was unlike anything before.
They shaped Midichlorians as they pleased, regenerating wounds, altering life itself.
Bell took to it effortlessly, his divine nature already making him far beyond mortal limits.
At one point, he ditched his physical form completely, floating like a sentient wisp of energy.
Anakin watched, crossing his arms. "Okay, now you're just showing off."
Bell's formless energy swirled lazily. "Not my fault you're slow."
Anakin grumbled. "Alright, fine. Watch this."
It took weeks, but he did it.
Anakin surpassed his mortal form, joining Bell as a Force Entity.
They laughed like children playing in a field, existing as pure energy, untethered by anything.
But Bell held a secret.
His God Form had evolved.
If he unleashed his true power, he wouldn't just reshape reality—he could supersede it.
Even the Force itself would be beneath him.
And that?
That was a little concerning.
A call came.
They answered.
The war had begun.
But what they hadn't expected—was her.
A young Togruta stood before them, bright-eyed, eager, her montrals twitching in anticipation.
Her name was Ahsoka Tano.
And she was their Padawan.
Anakin smirked. "Well… this is going to be interesting."
Bell chuckled. "Hope you're ready, kid. We don't do things the Jedi way."
Ahsoka blinked. "Good. I'd rather not follow the rules either."
Bell and Anakin exchanged a knowing look.
They were going to get along just fine.
Bell floated weightlessly in a sea of endless light and shadow, the fabric of the cosmos woven into a dreamscape beyond mortal comprehension.
Beside him, Anakin stood on an invisible plane, eyes wide, his awareness expanding beyond anything he had ever known.
They were not alone.
A presence—vast, immeasurable, ancient.
Then another.
And another.
The Celestials.
Beings of incomprehensible power and wisdom, the architects of the universe itself, the ones who had shaped the Force into what it was today.
"You have risen beyond mortality," a deep voice intoned, a presence older than time itself.
"You walk the path of gods," another voice whispered, smooth as flowing water yet filled with boundless authority.
Bell smirked, arms crossed as he floated in the abyss. "I like the sound of that."
Anakin, though, furrowed his brows. "Who are you?"
"We are the Celestials," a luminous figure intoned, its form shifting between solid and immaterial, neither fully visible nor fully hidden.
"We have guided the balance of the Force for eons," another added.
Bell's smirk widened. "Sounds like a big job. So what do you want with us?"
"You are anomalies," the first voice responded, their presence pressing against reality itself.
"Two mortals (AN: They cannot sense Bell being a God) who have become beyond mortal. Your existence bends the natural order."
Anakin crossed his arms. "That's not exactly our fault."
"You misunderstand," another Celestial murmured. "This is not a reprimand. It is a conversation. A warning. A revelation."
Anakin felt his vision expand, his consciousness stretching beyond the galaxy. Beyond the stars.
The Celestials showed him—other galaxies, other realms, entire universes teeming with life.
Worlds untouched by the Force.
Wars fought with powers beyond the Jedi and Sith.
Entities so vast that even the Celestials spoke of them with reverence.
"This galaxy is but a single grain in an endless ocean," the Celestial whispered. "And you, Anakin Skywalker, are meant to be more than just a piece of its war."
Anakin's heart pounded. "What are you saying?"
"Your destiny lies beyond the borders of this galaxy."
Bell raised an eyebrow. "So, you guys just drop this bombshell on us and call it a day?"
A soft chuckle echoed through the void. "No. We tell you this because your choices will shape all that comes next."
"Be prepared," another Celestial warned.
"For when the galaxy is no longer enough… you will seek what lies beyond."
And with that—they awoke.
The next day, Bell and Anakin stood on the battlefield, weapons drawn, side by side with the 501st Legion.
Ahsoka stood at their flank, lightsaber ignited, ready for battle.
The enemy forces were formidable. A mechanized army of droids, towering AAT tanks, and a Sith assassin lurking in the shadows.
But Bell and Anakin?
They didn't care about the Light or the Dark.
They simply used the Force.
Bell blurred through the battlefield, deflecting blaster bolts with his bare hands, his divine strength tearing apart droids like they were made of paper.
Anakin danced through the chaos, his lightsaber a blur of blue fire, his movements guided by instinct and raw talent.
Ahsoka mirrored them, her agility allowing her to weave through enemy fire, her twin sabers carving a path forward.
The 501st followed their lead, unstoppable, a tide of pure discipline and precision.
The enemy never stood a chance.
A perfect victory.
As Bell stood atop the battlefield, arms crossed, surveying the wreckage, he chuckled.
"Well… that was fun."
Anakin smirked. "That was just a warm-up."
Ahsoka rolled her eyes. "You two are insane."
Bell simply grinned.
And somewhere beyond the stars… the Celestials watched.
The Sith fortress was dark, ancient, and brimming with danger. Deep in Separatist space, Bell, Anakin, and Ahsoka strode into the grand hall where Count Dooku waited. The former Jedi stood tall, a noble figure draped in his dark cloak, his crimson lightsaber humming softly in the silence.
"You should not have come here," Dooku said, his deep voice carrying authority. "You are bold, but arrogance has led to the downfall of many warriors before you."
Bell tilted his head, smirking. "Arrogance? No. Confidence. There's a difference."
Anakin ignited his own saber, the dark blue blade casting its glow over the stone walls. "We're not here to trade words, Dooku. Surrender."
Dooku exhaled, a look of disappointment flashing across his face. "So much potential wasted on recklessness."
Then, in a blur of motion, he attacked.
Their blades met in a violent clash of red, blue, and white.
Dooku was a master of Makashi, his blade precise, elegant, and controlled. His decades of experience had made him one of the finest duelists of his time.
Against most Jedi, he was an overwhelming force.
But against Bell and Anakin?
He was nothing.
Bell sidestepped effortlessly, avoiding Dooku's precise strikes as if they were moving in slow motion. Anakin, fueled by his unshakable instincts, countered every movement before Dooku could even fully commit to his attacks.
Ahsoka kept pace, her agility keeping the Sith Lord pressured as she weaved between them, forcing him into a defensive retreat.
Dooku's frustration became evident as he attempted a Force push—
Bell barely blinked. The attack dispersed before it could even affect him.
Then Bell countered.
His blade struck with brutal force, a simple but overwhelming attack. Dooku's arms shook under the weight of the impact. He had fought countless battles, but never against something like this.
"This... is impossible," Dooku muttered under his breath.
Bell smirked. "For you? Yeah. For us? This is just another day."
Desperation flickered in Dooku's eyes. He tried everything—elaborate counterattacks, acrobatic movements, even lightning.
Bell simply absorbed the lightning in his hand, dispersing it into the air.
Anakin saw the moment of hesitation.
And he struck.
His saber cut through Dooku's hilt, disarming him completely. Bell stepped in and drove a punch into Dooku's stomach, sending the Sith Lord crashing to the ground.
Dooku coughed, looking up in disbelief.
Bell pressed the tip of his glowing blade to the Count's throat.
"Yield."
Dooku exhaled sharply. He had no choice.
"I surrender."
Dooku sat in a Jedi holding cell, his once-grand presence now diminished. Before him, the Jedi Council stood in silence, listening as he spoke the truth they had long ignored.
"The Republic has been a Sith tool for years," Dooku admitted, his voice heavy. "Darth Sidious… he was among you the entire time."
Murmurs spread across the chamber.
Bell leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "Name."
Dooku hesitated before speaking the words.
"Palpatine."
The Council froze.
"He was the one who orchestrated the war," Dooku continued. "He was your Chancellor. He played you all for fools. But now… he is hiding. The Sith always have contingencies."
Silence.
For the first time in centuries, the Jedi realized they had been completely deceived.
Bell sighed, shaking his head. "I told you all this years ago. But hey, better late than never."
Yoda narrowed his eyes, his voice quiet but firm.
"Find him… we must."
And so, the hunt for Darth Sidious truly began.
Deep within his hidden sanctuary, Darth Sidious floated in a bacta tank, his ruined body suspended in liquid, his mind seething with hatred. The destruction of his physical form had been absolute.
Bell had crippled him, leaving only his mind intact. His limbs were gone, his voice silenced, his power stolen. His once-magnificent Sith body, once a vessel of dark mastery, was now nothing more than a useless husk.
But his mind remained.
And his mind was all he needed.
Through the Dark Side, he whispered across the galaxy. To Grievous. To Dooku. To the shadows that still listened.
"The Jedi grow complacent…"
"They believe they have won."
"But if I am to fall… so shall Coruscant!"
The image burned in his thoughts—a city consumed by war, bodies scattered among the flames, and the Jedi Order finally crushed.
Sidious could not possess Anakin. His spies and visions told him the truth: Skywalker was now beyond corruption.
No rage to exploit. No fear to nurture.
Only power, mastery, and something else… something that made even the darkness recoil.
Bell Cranel.
An anomaly beyond anything I foresaw…
Sidious' hatred grew sharper. The galaxy would burn.
Across the stars, two unstoppable warriors cut through the Separatist leadership like a storm of death and light.
Anakin Skywalker and Bell Cranel.
Every warlord, every crime lord, every corrupt being fueling the Confederacy of Independent Systems fell before them.
Bell swung his Ky-burr saber, a weapon now so enhanced it bent space around it. Each strike cleaved through droids, ships, even shields with ease.
Anakin moved with terrifying grace and precision, his connection to the Force making him untouchable.
Ahsoka kept pace, her movements a dance of deadly speed, holding her own against the best the enemy had to offer.
Yet one target still eluded them.
General Grievous.
The cyborg vanished from battlefields, slipping through their fingers at the last moment. Reports placed him in several locations at once.
Bell growled, staring at the galactic map. "He's stalling."
Anakin folded his arms, his piercing gaze scanning the data. "Or leading us somewhere."
Ahsoka exhaled. "Then we take the fight to him. Harder. Faster."
The Force whispered—visions of a broken Coruscant, of Sidious making his final move.
Bell and Anakin exchanged glances.
"Then we end this," Anakin said.
Bell smirked. "And have as much fun as possible."
The Jedi Council had listened to Bell for once.
Yoda, seeing the shadows growing, ordered a slow exodus. The Order relocated to an ancient, long-abandoned temple, restoring it with their collective Force mastery.
Coruscant still held Jedi, maintaining the illusion that nothing had changed. The Republic would not suspect.
But the Jedi Order itself?
It had already left.
The future of the galaxy hinged on what happened next.
As the war neared its end, the Jedi Order underwent a transformation unlike anything before.
Guided by Anakin Skywalker and Bell Cranel, the Jedi finally abandoned their role as warriors. No longer mere generals in a corrupt war, they withdrew from the conflict, leaving Republic forces to finish the battle.
Instead, the Jedi focused on their true duty—bringing balance to the Force and protecting peace.
Jedi who once felt disillusioned found purpose again.
Many younglings and Padawans, once thought lost to war, rose to Knighthood at unprecedented rates.
For the first time in centuries, the Jedi Order flourished.
And as their numbers grew, so too did their strength in the Force.
But peace would only come once the war was finished.
And to do that, they had to kill General Grievous.
Utapau was a world of sinkholes and shadows, its depths hiding the last great stronghold of the Separatists.
And within, General Grievous waited.
Anakin Skywalker. Bell Cranel. Ahsoka Tano.
The three warriors descended upon Utapau like judgment incarnate.
Blaster fire rained as Clone Troopers fought battle droids across the massive city.
Anakin led from the front, his dark blue saber carving a path through the hordes of droids.
Ahsoka moved like a hurricane, her twin green lightsabers striking with deadly precision.
Bell, however, was something else entirely.
A force of nature.
With a single gesture, he tore apart entire squads of droids.
When the Magnaguards charged, he merely walked forward, his Ky-burr crystal-powered saber erasing them from existence.
And when Grievous finally revealed himself, Bell smirked.
The cyborg general unleashed a flurry of four spinning sabers, each strike meant to overwhelm.
But Bell was faster.
With LSSJB's power coursing through him, his movements became a blur.
Anakin joined the assault, his mastery of Form V overpowering Grievous' attacks.
Ahsoka flanked him, cutting into his joints and forcing the cyborg back.
For all his cybernetic enhancements, for all his training under Dooku…
Grievous was no match.
Bell delivered the final blow—his blade piercing through Grievous' chest, severing whatever dark life remained within him.
"A monster falls. But the true war is just beginning," Bell muttered.
With Grievous dead, the Separatists collapsed.
The war was over.
Or so they thought.
Deep in the shadows of Mustafar, Sidious seethed.
His plans, meticulously crafted over decades, were being torn apart.
First Bell, then Anakin's unshakable will, then the Jedi's resurgence.
And now, his greatest weapon—Grievous—was dead.
His body was failing. His empire was crumbling.
Hatred unlike anything before filled him.
And in a moment of pure rage…
He unleashed a tidal wave of Dark Side energy.
A shockwave of pure hatred blasted through the Force, sending ripples across the galaxy.
Every Jedi felt it.
Yoda's eyes snapped open on Dagobah.
Obi-Wan Kenobi gasped aboard his starship.
Ahsoka shuddered as her senses screamed.
Bell and Anakin?
They locked eyes.
They knew exactly where it came from.
Mustafar.
A Dark Side Nexus. The perfect hiding place for a dying Sith.
Bell exhaled. "Time to finish this."
Anakin ignited his saber. "Once and for all."
The Jedi Council convened one last time.
They knew this was the end.
Sidious was weak, but even now, he was still dangerous.
The last remnants of the Sith Empire would fall with him.
And so, the greatest Jedi warriors prepared to storm Mustafar.
Anakin Skywalker—the Chosen One.
Bell Cranel—the Celestial Warrior.
Ahsoka Tano—the Rising Blade.
Obi-Wan Kenobi—the Negotiator.
Yoda—the Grand Master.
This was it.
The battle that would decide the fate of the Jedi Order.
To live… or to die.