I Didn't Rewrite the Prequels... But I did Rewrite the end of EP9 and finish a squeal Trilogy based on what happens.
Here's some of the Ep9 ending rewrite!
“As once I fell, so falls the last Skywalker.”
Emperor Palpatine unleashed a wave of Force energy, hurling Kylo Ren down into a chasm. Then, raising his gnarled hands to the sky, he unleashed a cataclysmic surge of Force lightning. It arced into the fray, annihilating the Resistance fleet in a storm of fire and shattered metal.
Only a handful survived. Poe, Finn, Zorii, and a scattered few fighters watched in horror. Finn’s eyes were fixed on the carnage above, but a sharper, more personal dread pierced through him—a powerful and sudden certainty in the Force that Rey was in grave danger.
Back in the throne room, the explosion of dying starships painted the Exegolian sky. Rey lay on the cold floor, watching the flames, utterly broken.
Then, she heard them. Voices. Faint at first, then growing stronger. The voices of the Jedi, one after another, urging her to rise.
She heard Luke’s voice, clear as day. “Rey... the Force is with you... always!”
Hope rekindled, she pushed herself up, rising slowly to her feet. She summoned Leia’s lightsaber to her hand, her gaze now fixed on the Emperor with defiant resolve. She knew what she had to do to save her friends, to save the galaxy.
She stood ready.
The Emperor saw the look in her eyes and grinned. His plan was nearing its culmination. Unbeknownst to Rey, the Jedi voices were his own creation—a final, twisted trick to goad her into unleashing her rage.
He raised a clawed hand toward her, his face a mask of disdain. “Do it.”
Sith lightning erupted from his fingertips. Rey brought Leia’s lightsaber up, the blue blade intercepting the violent energy. The Emperor advanced, walking into his own storm as he taunted her.
“You are nothing! A scavenger girl is no match for the power in me... I AM ALL THE SITH!”
“And I,” Rey gritted her teeth, summoning Luke’s lightsaber with her free hand, “am all the Jedi!”
She crossed the sabers, creating a crackling guard, and began walking forward, pushing the torrent of lightning back toward its source. The Emperor began to smolder and melt under the reflected power. As Rey drew within striking distance, the Emperor made his final move. He suddenly threw his hands wide, the lightning still blazing from them, and let out a piercing cry.
Seeing her opening, Rey did not hesitate. She struck him down.
The Emperor’s body erupted. A dark side shockwave ripped outwards, shattering the ancient Sith statues and vaporizing the spectating cultists. The very walls of the temple began to crumble into dust. Meanwhile, high above in the chaotic sky, a spark of hope ignited as BB-8 successfully rerouted power to Poe’s X-wing.
“I’m back online!” Poe’s voice crackled over the comms. “This is our last chance! All fighters, hit those cannons now!”
Poe and the handful of remaining fighters streaked toward the armada of Star Destroyers. Below, on the command ship's surface, Finn and Jannah fought their way to the communications tower. With a well-placed shot, they destroyed it.
Instantly, the fleet fell into disarray. Without a central command, the Star Destroyers drifted blindly, their colossal forms crashing into one another in a chain reaction of fire and debris.
The resulting explosion stranded Finn and Jannah on the ship's hull as it listed violently and began its fatal plunge from the sky. Just as the breaking structure threatened to swallow them, the Millennium Falcon—piloted by Lando and Chewie—swooped in, its ramp scraping the surface as it scooped them to safety.
No sooner were they on board than Finn, his eyes wild with panic.
“Lando, you have to land at the Sith Temple!”
Lando Calrissian Looks back at him with disbelief from the pilot seat . “Are you nuts? Look at the sky! It’s raining Star Destroyers!”
“It doesn’t matter!” Finn pleaded, his voice cracking. “Rey needs my help!”
Lando held his gaze for a tense second, reading the desperation in Finns face. He sighed, his tone shifting from argumentative to grim resolve.
“…Okay. But I’m not gonna be able to wait on the ground. The second you find her, radio, and we’ll come get you.”
Chewbacca let out a worried groan from the co-pilot's seat.
Finn placed a hand on the Wookiee’s arm. “Don’t worry,” he said, his own fear hardening into determination. “I’ll be careful.” Back in the Sith temple, Rey stumbled through the choking dust, disoriented from the blast. The sabers of Luke and Leia clattered from her hands, forgotten on the stone floor. An eerie silence had fallen, broken only by the groan of crumbling rock. She looked up through the fractured ceiling to the sky, a canvas of horror where Rebel ships and Star Destroyers burned together. Tears welled in her eyes, stinging with ash and despair. It was the end of everything.
Then, a gentle wind stirred, cutting through the dust. It washed over her, a fleeting, soothing presence that seemed to ease her pain, if only for a moment.
The comfort was an illusion.
An unseen, violent force seized her, yanking her off her feet and suspending her in mid-air. Emperor Palpatine’s power, unleashed in his death, coursed through her veins like lightning. She clenched her teeth, a scream trapped in her throat as flashes of a life not her own ripped through her mind—his memories, twisting her past into a lie.
She saw his grand design. He had known the prophecy of the Chosen One, Anakin Skywalker, and how it would lead to his own mortal demise. To ensure the Palpatine name and power endured, he sought a vessel. The vision shifted: Palpatine on the storm-lashed world of Kamino, commanding cloners to create a body capable of containing his immense essence. The Kaminoans failed, their clones decaying into husks. Their final solution: to engineer a child, not a mere clone, but a new being forged entirely from his DNA—a child born not of love, but to be a repository of his dark power.
That child was her.
The loving parents she had longed for, whose faces she had cried for—they were scientists. They had helped create her, only to flee with Rey when they discovered Palpatine’s true plan.
Suspended in agony, Rey absorbed it all—the Emperor’s memories, his bitterness, his limitless dark side power. In her mind, she was back on Ahch-To, standing in the rain where she had trained with Luke. She felt the same dark void calling, the abyss she had faced once before. But this time, there was no guiding voice. No Luke Skywalker to pull her back.
Instead, a chorus of ancient, venomous voices filled the silence, led by the sibilant whisper of the Emperor.
“Embrace the Darkness!”
“The Jedi are weak!”
“Embrace the Sith! Destroy the Jedi!”
The last of her resistance shattered. Rey surrendered, spiraling down into the void. As she fell, her eyes snapped open, burning with a bright, sickening crimson, before the darkness claimed her and she collapsed to the ground.