THE JAWA RETURNS
It had been two years since the problem with the Jawa, and Anakin had completely forgotten it. The two hundred credits had been taken immediately by Watto.
The Jawa had been thrown in the harsh prison on Mos Espa for five years. The guard was probably still around somewhere, but to Anakin they all looked alike.
Although he had forgotten it by now, for weeks after the predicament his conscience had gnawed away at him for not telling neither his mother or Watto.
But that was all over now. Things were back to normal, with Watto yelling at him.
"Do you know how much this will cost?!"
Anakin remained silent, allowing Watto to shout away his temper. Earlier, a pit droid had had a malfunction and exploded, and some debris had shattered a hundred-credit lamp.
After Watto was done screaming, Anakin knew better than to talk back, but something inside of him forced him to. "It wasn't my fault! How should I have known the stupid droid was gonna explode?"
Before Watto could worsen his rage, Anakin noticed it was his time to leave, and he did, running as fast as his legs could carry him.
After dinner, while he was working on his podracer, Anakin was met by Kitster, who, with Wald, invited him on a scout through town.
Just like with talking back to Watto, Anakin knew he shouldn't walk through town at night, but part of him made his mouth say "yes".
"Great!" Kitster said, making a gesture with his hand. From behind him came the short, green Wald.
Soon they were strolling around on the streets of Mos Espa. Suddenly, from an alleyway to their left, a strong arm grabbed Kitster and hauled him into the blackness.
Never one to show great acts of courage, Wald ran away, but Anakin instantly climbed onto the roof of a nearby building and crept silently along it, following the voices coming from the alley.
After fifteen minutes, the kidnappers' voices disappeared. Climbing down into the dead end where the voices stopped. Either by blind luck or something else, Anakin thought to get down low and look for tunnels.
Soon he found one with a lighted room down it. When he stuck his head out the other end, he gasped. Inside the room were three people. Kitster was there, with a gag in his mouth. A huge, burly alien was there. But the strangest was the Jawa that was there.
It was the same Jawa Anakin had reported to authorities two years earlier!
But Anakin had no time to think about it. The instant he had gasped, the bodyguard alien was on him. Within seconds he was being held upside- down.
Before Anakin could struggle, however, the sound of a blaster firing ripped through the air, and the bodyguard crumple down, dead.
Anakin, upon hitting the ground, looked at Kitster, who was holding a smoking blaster, looking sick yet elated.
Knowing what they had to do, the pair grabbed the dazed Jawa, knocking him out and dragging his body out onto the streets. They went straight to the prison, and when they brought him in the prison master was extremely happy.
"Bringing back prisoners entitles the people a reward of one hundred credits," he said, handing Anakin the money. "Here you are, son!"
After Kitster declined his portion of the money, Anakin looked at the prison master. "Say, do you know where I can get great bargains on a lamp?"
THE END
It had been two years since the problem with the Jawa, and Anakin had completely forgotten it. The two hundred credits had been taken immediately by Watto.
The Jawa had been thrown in the harsh prison on Mos Espa for five years. The guard was probably still around somewhere, but to Anakin they all looked alike.
Although he had forgotten it by now, for weeks after the predicament his conscience had gnawed away at him for not telling neither his mother or Watto.
But that was all over now. Things were back to normal, with Watto yelling at him.
"Do you know how much this will cost?!"
Anakin remained silent, allowing Watto to shout away his temper. Earlier, a pit droid had had a malfunction and exploded, and some debris had shattered a hundred-credit lamp.
After Watto was done screaming, Anakin knew better than to talk back, but something inside of him forced him to. "It wasn't my fault! How should I have known the stupid droid was gonna explode?"
Before Watto could worsen his rage, Anakin noticed it was his time to leave, and he did, running as fast as his legs could carry him.
After dinner, while he was working on his podracer, Anakin was met by Kitster, who, with Wald, invited him on a scout through town.
Just like with talking back to Watto, Anakin knew he shouldn't walk through town at night, but part of him made his mouth say "yes".
"Great!" Kitster said, making a gesture with his hand. From behind him came the short, green Wald.
Soon they were strolling around on the streets of Mos Espa. Suddenly, from an alleyway to their left, a strong arm grabbed Kitster and hauled him into the blackness.
Never one to show great acts of courage, Wald ran away, but Anakin instantly climbed onto the roof of a nearby building and crept silently along it, following the voices coming from the alley.
After fifteen minutes, the kidnappers' voices disappeared. Climbing down into the dead end where the voices stopped. Either by blind luck or something else, Anakin thought to get down low and look for tunnels.
Soon he found one with a lighted room down it. When he stuck his head out the other end, he gasped. Inside the room were three people. Kitster was there, with a gag in his mouth. A huge, burly alien was there. But the strangest was the Jawa that was there.
It was the same Jawa Anakin had reported to authorities two years earlier!
But Anakin had no time to think about it. The instant he had gasped, the bodyguard alien was on him. Within seconds he was being held upside- down.
Before Anakin could struggle, however, the sound of a blaster firing ripped through the air, and the bodyguard crumple down, dead.
Anakin, upon hitting the ground, looked at Kitster, who was holding a smoking blaster, looking sick yet elated.
Knowing what they had to do, the pair grabbed the dazed Jawa, knocking him out and dragging his body out onto the streets. They went straight to the prison, and when they brought him in the prison master was extremely happy.
"Bringing back prisoners entitles the people a reward of one hundred credits," he said, handing Anakin the money. "Here you are, son!"
After Kitster declined his portion of the money, Anakin looked at the prison master. "Say, do you know where I can get great bargains on a lamp?"
THE END