"The Clone Wars were ending," Anakin began. He didn't look at Ahsoka, preferring to stare at the ground, waiting for a comfort that would never come. "Palpatine was playing both sides. He wanted the Republic to win, but I imagine he had plans in place even if the Separatists managed to overcome the clones. When the war was over, he went to the Senate and convinced them to elect him Emperor, so that there could be no more threat to the Republic. Or rather, the Empire." He sighed. "Democracy died with thunderous applause."
Anakin reached out into the evening air. Once his fingers passed the edge of the building, he felt the climate control give way, and his hand was cold up to the point of his wrist. He wondered if that was what it was like to fall to the Dark Side, if he would have felt himself slipping, willingly leaving the warmth of the Force to feel its chill. "What no one knew was that Palpatine had plans for the Jedi. They wouldn't stand for his rule. I'm told that it was called Order 66: at his command, all the Clone Troopers turned on their Jedi commanders and opened fire."