Alternate Universe: Anakin's NOT a Jedi as he have never met Qui-Gon Jinn,
BUT he is strong in the force. A/A. It may seem very obidala in the first
part, but don't worry. It's all Anakin/ Padmé!
Disclaimer: It's George. All George. Sob.
[] means flashbacks/ thoughts
"Chup chup ani. Ku Kla shu pan," Watto, a native Tattoine, owner of a junk store, ordered his slave-boy, pointing to a rack of greasy, flyer parts, indicating that he was to clean them. His slave, a tan, blond haired boy with grease all over his face and a pair of deep blue eyes peeking out nodded obediently and jumped of the table. He strided towards the rack, and whipped out a blue cloth from his pocket. He was dressed in a sleeveless shirt, to accommodate with the hot weather in Tattooine, and it showed off his muscles and broad shoulders. His shirt and pants were stained with grease, and covered with sand from the ground.
"Ku Kla Shu Pan, Jo Bak Dome," Watto told his slave, as he flew past on his wings that struggled to supported his heavy, over-proportioned body. The boy gave Watto a lopsided grin.
"I can go home after cleaning the rack, Watto? Thanks Watts," his slave thanked, with a smile. Watto muttered angrily at the nickname, but after sixteen years of having the boy as his slave, he had grown to love the nineteen years old Anakin Skywalker.
With a flourish, Anakin wiped finished the last motor parts, and throwing his cloth onto the table, he gave a cheerful 'goodbye' wave to Watto, and hurried home in the sandstorm, where he lived alone. His mother, whom he visted every six months, was sold to a man called Lars. Apparently, he had fallen in love with her, and they now have their own family. Although his mother wanted him close to her, the Lars did not have enough money to pay for Anakin's release, and so he remained a slave.
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"Honey, are you still using the fresher?" Obi-wan shouted from the quarters he shared with his girlfriend. He was lying on his mat next to her huge bed, although it was also frowned upon on by the council. Obi-wan frowned as he recalled that unpleasant memory.
[A twenty-three years old Obi-wan stood in front of the council, his head bowed respectfully, as the council observed him.
"Temptation too great we fear, young Kenobi," Master Yoda said finally, after what it seemed like a lifetime since Obi-wan dropped the bombshell that he was going to be staying with his girlfriend.
Mace Windu, who had been silent for very long, voiced his thoughts. "You do know that in the olden times, Jedi are not allowed to even fall in love? We've bent the rules a little, but the codes are still to be respected. Padawans are not allowed to consummate their relationships with their. mates."
"Yes master, I know. And I am not going to consummate anything," Obi-wan said, with the air of someone who had stated that very sentence for quite some time. "I wil wait until I become a Knight, rest assure."
Qui-Gon Jinn, who had taken Obi-wan under his wings since Obi-wan had been a small boy of four, sighed aloud, before clearing his throat. He stepped forward, towering over Obi-wan. "I have faith in my padawan," he stated. "I do not support it," Qui-Gon added sharply, giving his padawan a look. "But I have faith and utmost trust in Obi-wan."
"Not sure, we are. But accept the council does," Master Yoda permitted, with a wave of his hand.]
It's been ten years since that fateful day. Obi-wan knew that he was ready to take the trials, finally, and he looked forward to both being a Jedi knight, and the rewards behind.
"What upsetting thoughts fill your mind that brings about the frown?" A slightly amused, yet at the same time, concern voice woke Obi-wan from his reverie. He smiled at the brown haired girl who stood directly in front of him, one of her eyebrows quirking up. She had a smile on her face, and drops of water fell from her long curls.
"You finally got out of the fresher," Obi-wan teased, as he shrugged his thick Jedi robes from his shoulders, leaving his white shirt. He pulled his long padawan braid behing his ears, and walked towards his girlfriend to give her a kiss.
"You should greet me like this all the time," she muttered, as Obi-wan chuckled.
"Your wish is my command," he teased. "After all, you are the senator."
"And a former queen," she added pointedly, sitting on her bed, and running a comb through her thick brown curls.
"Ah yes, how can I forget," Obi-wan smiled. "Padmé Amidala, queen, senator, hogger of the fresher," he mocked, ducking a pillow thrown by his girlfriend. He grinned at his twenty-four years old girlfriend, before pointing to the fresher. "Wash up time," he mouthed before walking into the fresher.
Padmé watched him leave, a smile on her face. [Life was good], she reflected, as she continued combing her hair.
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Lukaz Marshae ran as fast as he could, trying to catch up with his tall, broad-shouldered friend, who was walking almost effortlessly despite the sandstorm. Lukaz however, had to force his shoulders against the sandstorm, taking quick short steps to reach his friend faster.
"Chup chup Anakin!" Lukaz shouted, coughing vigourously as the sand entered his mouth. You think that living in Tatooine would at least get Lukaz used to the taste of sand, but not Lukaz.
Anakin turned, and he waved at his friend, giving Lukaz his trademark smirk. "Chup chup Lukaz. What's wrong? Sand in your mouth?" Anakin teased as he waited for Lukaz to catch up.
"I hate sandstorms," Lukaz said, as they finally retreated into the safe sanctuary of Anakin's home. His protocol droid, C-3PO, gave them a warm welcome and informed them that their meals was on the table.
"Thank you, C-3PO," Anakin said, as he offered his best friend a seat. "So Lukaz, why aren't you home? Quarreled with your father again?" He asked, digging into his hot plate of steaming bantha meat.
"You know me too well, Anakin. I'm leaving this dreaded place, Ani," Lukaz said, with all seriousness.
"Over a quarrel? Lukaz-," Ani was cut short.
"It's not just a quarrel. It's everything. I've got a ride to Naboo, a planet in another system. In the Republic. Things will be better there, I'm sure," Lukaz said, his eyes glazing over at the prospect of NEVER tasting sand again.
"Then I wish you all the best," Anakin muttered. "You can finally get out of here."
Lukaz looked surprised, before bursting into hearty laughter. He reached into his pocket, and took out a huge bag of coins (A/N: No idea what's the money called in Tattoine.) and threw it on the table. "I'm redeeming you, Ani. You're coming with me. I won't leave me best friend here in this place."
Anakin gave a lopsided smile, and he looked at Lukaz. "You are a good friend, Lukaz. Thank you."
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"Obi-wan," Padmé whispered as she laid on her bed. From the mat next to her bed, she heard a loud grunt.
"It's a Jedi holiday for the next few weeks right?"
Obi-wan sighed, seeing he wasn't going to get some rest, and sat up. He faced her, and smiled. "Yes. The Jedi council has some revamption or some sort to do. It's actually a month and a week off."
"Let's go back to Naboo, just as a vacation. I miss my home," Padmé said, her fingers tracing the scar on Obi-wan's eyebrows. "Please," she pleaded, a soft smile on her face. She leaned over and gave him a kiss (A/N: Cringing as I'm writing this).
"Sure," Obi-wan muttered.
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A/N: Hope you guys like the first chapter. Read and review please. PLEASE. =P
Disclaimer: It's George. All George. Sob.
[] means flashbacks/ thoughts
"Chup chup ani. Ku Kla shu pan," Watto, a native Tattoine, owner of a junk store, ordered his slave-boy, pointing to a rack of greasy, flyer parts, indicating that he was to clean them. His slave, a tan, blond haired boy with grease all over his face and a pair of deep blue eyes peeking out nodded obediently and jumped of the table. He strided towards the rack, and whipped out a blue cloth from his pocket. He was dressed in a sleeveless shirt, to accommodate with the hot weather in Tattooine, and it showed off his muscles and broad shoulders. His shirt and pants were stained with grease, and covered with sand from the ground.
"Ku Kla Shu Pan, Jo Bak Dome," Watto told his slave, as he flew past on his wings that struggled to supported his heavy, over-proportioned body. The boy gave Watto a lopsided grin.
"I can go home after cleaning the rack, Watto? Thanks Watts," his slave thanked, with a smile. Watto muttered angrily at the nickname, but after sixteen years of having the boy as his slave, he had grown to love the nineteen years old Anakin Skywalker.
With a flourish, Anakin wiped finished the last motor parts, and throwing his cloth onto the table, he gave a cheerful 'goodbye' wave to Watto, and hurried home in the sandstorm, where he lived alone. His mother, whom he visted every six months, was sold to a man called Lars. Apparently, he had fallen in love with her, and they now have their own family. Although his mother wanted him close to her, the Lars did not have enough money to pay for Anakin's release, and so he remained a slave.
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"Honey, are you still using the fresher?" Obi-wan shouted from the quarters he shared with his girlfriend. He was lying on his mat next to her huge bed, although it was also frowned upon on by the council. Obi-wan frowned as he recalled that unpleasant memory.
[A twenty-three years old Obi-wan stood in front of the council, his head bowed respectfully, as the council observed him.
"Temptation too great we fear, young Kenobi," Master Yoda said finally, after what it seemed like a lifetime since Obi-wan dropped the bombshell that he was going to be staying with his girlfriend.
Mace Windu, who had been silent for very long, voiced his thoughts. "You do know that in the olden times, Jedi are not allowed to even fall in love? We've bent the rules a little, but the codes are still to be respected. Padawans are not allowed to consummate their relationships with their. mates."
"Yes master, I know. And I am not going to consummate anything," Obi-wan said, with the air of someone who had stated that very sentence for quite some time. "I wil wait until I become a Knight, rest assure."
Qui-Gon Jinn, who had taken Obi-wan under his wings since Obi-wan had been a small boy of four, sighed aloud, before clearing his throat. He stepped forward, towering over Obi-wan. "I have faith in my padawan," he stated. "I do not support it," Qui-Gon added sharply, giving his padawan a look. "But I have faith and utmost trust in Obi-wan."
"Not sure, we are. But accept the council does," Master Yoda permitted, with a wave of his hand.]
It's been ten years since that fateful day. Obi-wan knew that he was ready to take the trials, finally, and he looked forward to both being a Jedi knight, and the rewards behind.
"What upsetting thoughts fill your mind that brings about the frown?" A slightly amused, yet at the same time, concern voice woke Obi-wan from his reverie. He smiled at the brown haired girl who stood directly in front of him, one of her eyebrows quirking up. She had a smile on her face, and drops of water fell from her long curls.
"You finally got out of the fresher," Obi-wan teased, as he shrugged his thick Jedi robes from his shoulders, leaving his white shirt. He pulled his long padawan braid behing his ears, and walked towards his girlfriend to give her a kiss.
"You should greet me like this all the time," she muttered, as Obi-wan chuckled.
"Your wish is my command," he teased. "After all, you are the senator."
"And a former queen," she added pointedly, sitting on her bed, and running a comb through her thick brown curls.
"Ah yes, how can I forget," Obi-wan smiled. "Padmé Amidala, queen, senator, hogger of the fresher," he mocked, ducking a pillow thrown by his girlfriend. He grinned at his twenty-four years old girlfriend, before pointing to the fresher. "Wash up time," he mouthed before walking into the fresher.
Padmé watched him leave, a smile on her face. [Life was good], she reflected, as she continued combing her hair.
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Lukaz Marshae ran as fast as he could, trying to catch up with his tall, broad-shouldered friend, who was walking almost effortlessly despite the sandstorm. Lukaz however, had to force his shoulders against the sandstorm, taking quick short steps to reach his friend faster.
"Chup chup Anakin!" Lukaz shouted, coughing vigourously as the sand entered his mouth. You think that living in Tatooine would at least get Lukaz used to the taste of sand, but not Lukaz.
Anakin turned, and he waved at his friend, giving Lukaz his trademark smirk. "Chup chup Lukaz. What's wrong? Sand in your mouth?" Anakin teased as he waited for Lukaz to catch up.
"I hate sandstorms," Lukaz said, as they finally retreated into the safe sanctuary of Anakin's home. His protocol droid, C-3PO, gave them a warm welcome and informed them that their meals was on the table.
"Thank you, C-3PO," Anakin said, as he offered his best friend a seat. "So Lukaz, why aren't you home? Quarreled with your father again?" He asked, digging into his hot plate of steaming bantha meat.
"You know me too well, Anakin. I'm leaving this dreaded place, Ani," Lukaz said, with all seriousness.
"Over a quarrel? Lukaz-," Ani was cut short.
"It's not just a quarrel. It's everything. I've got a ride to Naboo, a planet in another system. In the Republic. Things will be better there, I'm sure," Lukaz said, his eyes glazing over at the prospect of NEVER tasting sand again.
"Then I wish you all the best," Anakin muttered. "You can finally get out of here."
Lukaz looked surprised, before bursting into hearty laughter. He reached into his pocket, and took out a huge bag of coins (A/N: No idea what's the money called in Tattoine.) and threw it on the table. "I'm redeeming you, Ani. You're coming with me. I won't leave me best friend here in this place."
Anakin gave a lopsided smile, and he looked at Lukaz. "You are a good friend, Lukaz. Thank you."
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"Obi-wan," Padmé whispered as she laid on her bed. From the mat next to her bed, she heard a loud grunt.
"It's a Jedi holiday for the next few weeks right?"
Obi-wan sighed, seeing he wasn't going to get some rest, and sat up. He faced her, and smiled. "Yes. The Jedi council has some revamption or some sort to do. It's actually a month and a week off."
"Let's go back to Naboo, just as a vacation. I miss my home," Padmé said, her fingers tracing the scar on Obi-wan's eyebrows. "Please," she pleaded, a soft smile on her face. She leaned over and gave him a kiss (A/N: Cringing as I'm writing this).
"Sure," Obi-wan muttered.
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A/N: Hope you guys like the first chapter. Read and review please. PLEASE. =P
