Chapter 3

Walking into the smelly shop, I wrinkled my nose to the smell. 'We are going to get the parts from this dump' I thought to myself. Master Qui Gon turned to me as if he knew what I was thinking and sighed. I turned and watched as Jar Jar looked round, knocking into things as he went.

"Whoops" he shouted as a pile of generators fell down to the floor. Laughing as he clumsily tried to pick up all the pieces I didn't notice that a fat toydarian had flown in.

"Hey watch it," he shouted at Jar Jar

"Meesa sorry"

The toydarian flew of, muttering something in huttese, probably a curse of some type, I couldn't understand it.

Master Qui Gon coughed to attract the attention of the fat toydarian.

"Do you own this shop?" he inquired.

"Yes, yes. Welcome to Watto's. You will find everything you need here." He shouted.

"What can I get you"?

"We're looking for a power converter and a generator for a Nubian ship"

Watto thought for a while and then his eyes opened wide with astonishment.

"You can come back and see what you can find," he told the Jedi Master.

Turing towards, me, R2 and Jar Jar he said.

"Don't touch anything" I think he was talking mainly to Jar Jar who had already knocked piles of things over before even entering the shop.

Watto turned and shouted something out in huttese again. 'I really need to study huttese' I thought to myself. It would have been something useful to learn if I had known we were coming to Tatooine a few years ago!

A few minutes later the pattering of footsteps made me turn round towards the door. In the doorway was a boy with eyes so blue it made the sky's of Naboo equal his. This boy was Anakin Skywalker.

Looking over the cot the first thing I saw was the eyes. Bright blue eyes that matched Naboo's sky. Little Luke. 'He's just like his father' I thought to myself, biting my lip to stop the tears from flooding down. I pulled the blanket of his head just a little bit to be greeted by a wad of blonde hair that matched Anakin when he was a child. Yes, just like his father!

Moving over to the second cot, I expected to see the same thing. But this was a different story. She had beautiful chestnut coloured eyes and sprouts of brown hair. Her cheeks were rosy red.

"Just like her mother" Bail said, coming up behind me.

"They're so perfect" I said, not able to stop the tears any longer.

Feeling the first tear fall down my face and drip onto my nose caused me to bow my head.

"Its ok to cry Padme" when Obi Wan said this it made me cry harder. Standing up I turned round to see Obi Wan extend his arms for a hug and I flew into his arms, letting the tears flow down into his singed robes, he patted me carefully on the back to comfort me. Feeling a wet patch on Obi Wans robes I lifted my head to look into his eyes. His eyes were a pleasant blue colour, a little lighter, and little greyer than Anakin's had been, but they were comforting and filled with kindness.

"I'm sorry Obi Wan" I sniffled; wiping my nose with a tissue Master Yoda had produced.

"Its alright Padme. It's been a hard couple of days for you".

Obi Wan sat down on a chair and leaned his back against the wall. He looked as though he had not had any sleep in days. He had bags under his eyes and looked as though he would drop of any minute.

"Obi Wan, have you had an form of sleep since Mustafar?" I inquired.

Obi Wan started to look guilty and looked away from me.

"Get some sleep Obi."

He looked as though he was going to argue and opened his mouth to respond.

"Sleep you will Master Kenobi" Yoda told him. Obi Wan sighed and began to yawn.

"As you wish" he said. And with a final yawn, Obi Wan closed his eyes and his breathing became slower and more relaxed as he fell asleep.

"Wow, that was quicker than I expected!" I thought aloud.

"Hmm Senator, sleep you should too. Long few days there will be and little rest you will have." Yoda told me, drawing out another chair and placing it beside Obi Wan. Sighing I moved towards the seat and sat. I leaned back carefully so to not wake Obi Wan and unwillingly closed my eyes. I felt myself drifting of and let myself go with the force and started to dream.