Meanwhile, Downtown Mos Eisley

Master's Sifo-Diaz and Qui-Gon are walking behind Count Dooku's disabled transport. Although Anakin had sheared the controls with a light saber, the repulsor lift engine is still fully functioning; in short, it still floats. Eight students are seated in the craft; two are walking alongside the Masters, who take turns Force pushing the vehicle.

Passing through Mos Eisley's market area, they are the center of attention. To see a single Jedi walking through the district is a rare enough event, to see two Masters and ten students – aboard a disabled transport speeder no less – is most unheard of. The vendors, who would normally be calling out their low prices and daily specials to the crowd, are uncommonly silent. Pickpockets amongst the public dart quickly past the vendor carts and into the permanent shops in order to avoid detection. Others scowl at the Jedi and whisper amongst themselves. Master Sifo-Diaz is the first to talk:

"I don't know about you, Master Qui-Gon, but I've had this feeling before…"

"You have? Well while I am used to attracting a certain amount of attention, I'm feeling quite like a Krayt Dragon out for a stroll"

"Yeah, exactly… like one of those dreams I have when I'm suddenly naked. But there's something else…"

"Indeed. Some of these people know us – I buy here at least once a month – but the sentiment towards us is…"

"Unduly negative."

"Precisely. The Perre Needmo New Hour must be watched by significant segment of the population. That jackal Palpatine has reached them with more than just his words"

"Evil spreads so easily…"

Suddenly the Masters are doubled-over by the Force. They stagger like drunks trying to maintain their balance. They look at each other in horror. The transport floats off out of control, students hopping off and stopping the craft's progress in time to prevent crashing against a junk dealer's shop.

Then a stronger assault hits Qui-Gon, he falls and nearly passes out. Still under assault himself, Master Sifo-Diaz feels the Force echo of Qui-Gon's pain.

"His wife..." mutters Sifo-Diaz under his breath. 'Such pain' he thinks to himself.

The students watch with horror, feeling the assault to a lesser degree and greatly dismayed by seeing the Masters struggle. Qui-Gon recovers, unbearable pain reflected in his normally stoic face. He shouts to Sifo-Diaz and the students.

"All of you – stay here!"

He runs towards an on-looker mounted upon a speeder bike.

"Qui-Gon NO!" responds Sifo-Diaz, reading his comrades thoughts.

Qui-Gon holds his light saber in his right hand, and waves his left at the biker.

"You must let me borrow your bike - it will be returned to you safely."

"It will be returned to me safely" responds the on-looker while hopping off the bike.

Qui-Gon clips the light saber to his belt, hops on the bike and speeds off. Murmurs are heard amongst the crowd.

"Mind tricks!"

"Jedi thieves!"

Master Sifo-Diaz tries to calm the crowd.

"No, he'll bring it back, you have my word," he states calmly.

"More Jedi mind tricks!"

From inside the junk shop a young Toydarian emerges. He's been watching the scene, scratching his jaw contently all the while. He now sees his opportunity. He flutters himself to slightly above street level. He talks as loud as he can and gains the crowd's attention.

"Friends, friends, dear friends… please. This can all be taken care of – no need for anger..."

"Yes, everybody please listen…" adds Master Sifo-Diaz.

"These Jedi have a broken transport speeder I will gladly buy. They are wise. The price will be more than enough to pay for the speeder bike, methinks - and we can all go on buying and selling peaceably. No?"

"We are wise, and I will gladly sell my transport to…"

"Watto. Please come, Master Jedi, you and your friends, into my shop. We will talk, and everybody else will go on their business. Miss…," states Watto while motioning the owner of the speeder bike over. "Please follow, these Jedi will pay a good price for your bike, and your troubles. Come, they are wise."

The crowd starts to disburse as the Jedi and the owner of the speeder bike, a young Twi'lek female, follow Watto into his shop.

"Master Jedi, young Miss… where shall we begin? The speeder bike… worth 1500 credits I should say. No?"

"Well… I'd really just like my speeder back,"

"You'll get your bike back, I promise. My name's Sifo-Diaz," he says while extending his hand.

"I'm Lyn Me," she responds, accepting the handshake.

"That crowd outside… they'll be expecting Ms Lyn Me to step outside with some cash in hand, methinks," interjects Watto.

"Will you accept 1500 credits until Qui-Gon returns your bike?" asks Sifo-Diaz.

"Could I buy it back from him for… 12?"

"Sure."

"Deal!" exclaims Lyn Me as she slaps Sifo-Diaz's outstretched palm.

"Heh, heh, heh… I love seeing good business going down. Now… about the price for your transport… I'll give the young lady the 1500… and for you, Master Jedi, I'll give 1000 more. That's a fair price, no?"

"2500? You've got to be kidding. You'll just turn around and sell it for at least 3500 – maybe more."

"This is business… we all have needs. Your friend… he needed to leave, in bit of a hurry he was...tell me now, what do you need?"

Master Sifo-Diaz pauses and considers what Watto has said. He is in a hurry. Something is obviously wrong at Qui-Gon's compound. The answer comes to him in an instant. He motions Watto in close for a whisper.

"What weapons do you have – in the back?"

"Weapons? What makes you think…"

"Watto. C'mon. You've said it yourself: this is business. We're Jedi – keepers of the peace – not peace officers. Surely doing a Jedi a favor might come in useful sometime… for a business man."

"I like you, Master Sifo-Diaz. I do, but I only have some parts… and no power packs. A couple of Gungan shields… a net gun…some thermal detonators…"

"What about gaffi sticks?"

"Gaffi sticks? Tons of gaffi sticks... Jawas always want to trade gaffi sticks for everything. How many do ya need?"

"Gimme ten gaffi sticks, the shields, and the net gun – you keep the transport. And a ride, we'll need a ride"

"Deal. Give me five minutes while I fix your… I mean my transport"

Watto flies to a corner of his shop and pulls out a steering column from under a pile of junk. Master Sifo-Diaz gathers the students together, and briefs them on his plan.