I know that everything happens for a reason, but sometimes I wish I knew what that reason was.
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Qui-Gon Jinn was not especially happy. He had somehow ended up on this random little planet in the middle of nowhere, looking for a specific hyperdrive to replace their one that had been destroyed by the blockade of Naboo. He sighed. Sometimes he had to wonder why it was always the hyperdrive.
He entered one of the smaller parts dealers, with Padmé, R2-D2, and Binks trailing behind him. The moment he entered he stopped short. The Force rushed over him, staggering him with it's power, pointing him toward something improbable in the shop. It directed his eyes toward a counter off to the side.
He looked. At first glance all he saw were two customers, an old man and a young boy, talking to the male Toydarian who evidently owned the shop. He half-closed his eyes, feeling them out with the Force, and raised his eyebrows, stunned. They were... Both of them were powerful.
The boy had an aria that demanded attention. Raw power flowed around him; the Force seemed almost attracted to his presence. But what intrigued Qui-Gon Jinn the most was that, whenever the boy's power reached out too far and overstepped a boundary, the aria of the old man gently reined him in. The old man's presence almost cocooned the boy's, kept it from lashing out at every disturbance, protected it. Qui-Gon could only stare in amazement at the personification of a Master-Padawan team.
Suddenly the old man glanced behind him. His startlingly blue eyes caught Qui-Gon's, and they widened incrementally. Then the old man's head snapped forward.
"Come on, Anakin," he said, picking up the part that lay on the table.
"Aw, Ben..." the boy whined. Ben shook his head.
"Your mother will be waiting for us," he said. "Watto, it's been good doing business with you." The Toydarian nodded.
Ben and the boy, Anakin, swept past Qui-Gon and his company without a glance.