All around him the air smelled like garbage as scurries of rats and
barking of dogs were the only songs of the city other than the humming of
speeders. Anakin walked through the hallways of the grubby streets
nervously glancing over his shoulder. He wore a black wool cloak over his
tunic and his light saber so that he didn't cause a disturbance in the
city. He turned down a rat infested ally and came upon a door that was
draped with white shirts to by dried.
"You here for Sabes? " asked a breaded man who had tiny beady eyes that only looked at people for business. His white tank top was stained with his labor as his odor was another sure sign of his profession.
Anakin nodded wanting to hold his nose but didn't want to upset the man. He stepped on the linoleum tile floor that was a peach cream and wailed under his weight. The room wasn't much, a green refrigerator and a fold out table that seated about six. The walls matched the floor except for their distinct brown splotches in certain areas.
"I'll go get Sabes, you be good to this girl she's my pride an joy." The man lectured as he went up the wooden stairs to the second floor. He obviously was down on his luck to be selling his own daughters to handmaiden-ship.
She came down the stairs in a cream colored cloak, eyes glued to the floor in respect. She had previously had training in the school for handmaidens so that she respected her teaching. She was faceless to Anakin but she had some dainty air about her.
"So if I may ask" the man broke in shoving Sabe closer to Anakin, "Why did you choose my Sabes?"
"She just looked respectful and hardy to carry babies." Anakin responded faking another look over of his product.
"Oh that she is Master Anakin, hardy as a wife would be if she could carry babies."
"I regret to inform you that cannot be proven." Anakin replied taking Sabes' arm and leading her out away from her father.
"Master. . ." Sabe said softly as she leaned back her weight so that Anakin had to stop. "I would like to say goodbye to my father."
"Very well but make it quick." Anakin sighed.
Sabe walked back over towards her father and lowered her hood and flung her slender arms around her father's thick neck. Her brown hair was tied in ropes on the back of her head and were laced with white ribbon. Her sobbing was muffled by her fathers comforts.
"Sabes please don't make this harder than it is, I don't want to loose you but now you will be cared for. Remember I have 5 mouths to feed and this money will help. Also you will be having a child for the Jedi elite a great honor indeed."
"I know but why can't I choose my destiny like you said. . ."
"Because Sabes, we lower class people do not have destinies cause we cannot afford them."
Anakin coughed and Sabe turned around and flipped her hood back up to cover her flushed eyes and wet cheeks. She curtsied and left behind Anakin obediently.
"Why do I have a feeling that she is going to have her own destiny. . ." asked the man as he watched Sabe disappear down the dark ally.
~ Anakin raced along the sky in his normal fashion of driving too fast and wreakless for his own good. Sabe no longer worried about respect because her hood kept flying off her head and she had given up on it.
Her brown hair, even though tightly tied back, has loosen itself in the front and wavered in the rushing air bending to it's every will. Her blue eyes were fixed in utter horror at the speeders that were coming so close to the red painted speeder. Her skin seemed much paler than when Anakin had first picked her up but only in the face.
"So you were born in the city?" Anakin asked turning his head towards her to make light conversation.
"My Lord if I may remind you, you cannot talk to me."
"Correction, you cannot talk to me unless I address you first. Didn't they teach you anything in that handmaiden school?"
"Yes my Lord lots, I am sorry. I was born in that city."
"What about your family, tell me about them."
Sabe shifted uneasily in her seat and then responded, " My mother died in child birth of my youngest sister. I am fourth oldest in our family and since my mother died I have been put to work in numerous jobs. Many men have told me that I looked very fair and that I could be making more money for my family through handmaiden-ship."
"Yes you are very fair but not as fair as my wife, she will not accept that attitude." Anakin warned breaking the story feeling that Sabe was uncomfortable.
"Yes My Lord I will not upset you wife." Sabe promised. She didn't want to see this wife because she was afraid it would be a terribly beautiful and rich women with a snotty attitude towards her because of what she had to do with her husband.
~
Padme tapped her red painted finger impatiently as Anakin led Sabe into the room to show Padme what he had bought. Padme looked up and down the stained cream cloak and didn't seem please at all. She rose from her padded chair and did a full circle around the nervous girl.
"Anakin it's like you picked the complete bottom of the barrel you know that?" Padme pointed out touching the cream cloak and then letting go of it like it was a dead rat. "This bottom of the barrel was not cheap Padme, besides we can't afford people thinking we are strange and have no intention of having children." Anakin pointed out.
"I suppose with a little cleaning up she will do, but Anakin why her?"
"Because she was the best looking out of all the ones they had there. Besides she is only at a young age and the Handmaiden hand guide said to buy them young so that their baby capacity can reach their full maximum."
"Oh. . ." Padme sighed running her finger along the couch staring at the trail it left. She then gathered her skirts together and in one turn of skirts she was in her room with the door closed.
"So make yourself at home, your room is there." Anakin said looking at the faceless Sabe who stood mute like a good handmaiden.
"Sir I do not have anything with me." Sabe reminded him.
"I know that and you are not to address me as Sir I am your Lord and your master. May I remind you that I can kill you at any given time. Step out of line once and that's it." "Yes My Lord."
"Good now go into that other room, I will call for you around 8 and. . . well you know the routine." Anakin said pointing.
"Yes My Lord, you will give me a child." Sabe repeated as she walked to her room and softly closed the door. She flopped down the on cushy bed and began to sob in the pillows that smelled like juniper. She wasn't ready to give up herself like that to someone she didn't love. This is why she protested her father selling her but like he said, lower classes cannot have love because they can't afford it.
"You here for Sabes? " asked a breaded man who had tiny beady eyes that only looked at people for business. His white tank top was stained with his labor as his odor was another sure sign of his profession.
Anakin nodded wanting to hold his nose but didn't want to upset the man. He stepped on the linoleum tile floor that was a peach cream and wailed under his weight. The room wasn't much, a green refrigerator and a fold out table that seated about six. The walls matched the floor except for their distinct brown splotches in certain areas.
"I'll go get Sabes, you be good to this girl she's my pride an joy." The man lectured as he went up the wooden stairs to the second floor. He obviously was down on his luck to be selling his own daughters to handmaiden-ship.
She came down the stairs in a cream colored cloak, eyes glued to the floor in respect. She had previously had training in the school for handmaidens so that she respected her teaching. She was faceless to Anakin but she had some dainty air about her.
"So if I may ask" the man broke in shoving Sabe closer to Anakin, "Why did you choose my Sabes?"
"She just looked respectful and hardy to carry babies." Anakin responded faking another look over of his product.
"Oh that she is Master Anakin, hardy as a wife would be if she could carry babies."
"I regret to inform you that cannot be proven." Anakin replied taking Sabes' arm and leading her out away from her father.
"Master. . ." Sabe said softly as she leaned back her weight so that Anakin had to stop. "I would like to say goodbye to my father."
"Very well but make it quick." Anakin sighed.
Sabe walked back over towards her father and lowered her hood and flung her slender arms around her father's thick neck. Her brown hair was tied in ropes on the back of her head and were laced with white ribbon. Her sobbing was muffled by her fathers comforts.
"Sabes please don't make this harder than it is, I don't want to loose you but now you will be cared for. Remember I have 5 mouths to feed and this money will help. Also you will be having a child for the Jedi elite a great honor indeed."
"I know but why can't I choose my destiny like you said. . ."
"Because Sabes, we lower class people do not have destinies cause we cannot afford them."
Anakin coughed and Sabe turned around and flipped her hood back up to cover her flushed eyes and wet cheeks. She curtsied and left behind Anakin obediently.
"Why do I have a feeling that she is going to have her own destiny. . ." asked the man as he watched Sabe disappear down the dark ally.
~ Anakin raced along the sky in his normal fashion of driving too fast and wreakless for his own good. Sabe no longer worried about respect because her hood kept flying off her head and she had given up on it.
Her brown hair, even though tightly tied back, has loosen itself in the front and wavered in the rushing air bending to it's every will. Her blue eyes were fixed in utter horror at the speeders that were coming so close to the red painted speeder. Her skin seemed much paler than when Anakin had first picked her up but only in the face.
"So you were born in the city?" Anakin asked turning his head towards her to make light conversation.
"My Lord if I may remind you, you cannot talk to me."
"Correction, you cannot talk to me unless I address you first. Didn't they teach you anything in that handmaiden school?"
"Yes my Lord lots, I am sorry. I was born in that city."
"What about your family, tell me about them."
Sabe shifted uneasily in her seat and then responded, " My mother died in child birth of my youngest sister. I am fourth oldest in our family and since my mother died I have been put to work in numerous jobs. Many men have told me that I looked very fair and that I could be making more money for my family through handmaiden-ship."
"Yes you are very fair but not as fair as my wife, she will not accept that attitude." Anakin warned breaking the story feeling that Sabe was uncomfortable.
"Yes My Lord I will not upset you wife." Sabe promised. She didn't want to see this wife because she was afraid it would be a terribly beautiful and rich women with a snotty attitude towards her because of what she had to do with her husband.
~
Padme tapped her red painted finger impatiently as Anakin led Sabe into the room to show Padme what he had bought. Padme looked up and down the stained cream cloak and didn't seem please at all. She rose from her padded chair and did a full circle around the nervous girl.
"Anakin it's like you picked the complete bottom of the barrel you know that?" Padme pointed out touching the cream cloak and then letting go of it like it was a dead rat. "This bottom of the barrel was not cheap Padme, besides we can't afford people thinking we are strange and have no intention of having children." Anakin pointed out.
"I suppose with a little cleaning up she will do, but Anakin why her?"
"Because she was the best looking out of all the ones they had there. Besides she is only at a young age and the Handmaiden hand guide said to buy them young so that their baby capacity can reach their full maximum."
"Oh. . ." Padme sighed running her finger along the couch staring at the trail it left. She then gathered her skirts together and in one turn of skirts she was in her room with the door closed.
"So make yourself at home, your room is there." Anakin said looking at the faceless Sabe who stood mute like a good handmaiden.
"Sir I do not have anything with me." Sabe reminded him.
"I know that and you are not to address me as Sir I am your Lord and your master. May I remind you that I can kill you at any given time. Step out of line once and that's it." "Yes My Lord."
"Good now go into that other room, I will call for you around 8 and. . . well you know the routine." Anakin said pointing.
"Yes My Lord, you will give me a child." Sabe repeated as she walked to her room and softly closed the door. She flopped down the on cushy bed and began to sob in the pillows that smelled like juniper. She wasn't ready to give up herself like that to someone she didn't love. This is why she protested her father selling her but like he said, lower classes cannot have love because they can't afford it.