It all started with a ship. A broken one that needed parts, that eventually flew him away from slavery and into the blackness of space. He knew that that wasn't why he loved flying. He had loved it even before he was flown away from one life and into another. No, it was more than that. It was the speed, the technique, the....
Anakin quickly veered to the left, missing the outcropping of rocks that had seemed to suddenly appear out of nowhere, if only by a few centimeters.
A devilish grin had made its stay on his face ever since he had flown the small speeder out of the hanger earlier that morning. He and Obi-Wan were scheduled to leave later that day, but he hadn't had a chance to try any of the sparkling, new speeders that had been teasing him the entire mission.
The one he had picked was amazing. The speeds he had been able to reach were incredible, not to mention how smoothly it turned, how it moved at the slightest touch he would give it.
Glancing at the sun's position in the sky, he cursed himself for being so easily distracted. He had been gone longer than he had planned, and Obi-Wan would not be impressed, as per usual.
Anakin grinned once more, not yet turning back. If he was going to make Obi-Wan mad, he might as well make it worth it.
