"There, good as new." He looked up at his old apprentice, realizing it was a poor choice of words. He grimaced, "Sorry."

"It's okay." Anakin stood up on his new leg, applying pressure to it. It wasn't that of a protocol droid but the foot of a much larger droid. Maybe that of a L3-37. For a moment, it felt as if his new leg was about to crumble under the pressure of his suit, but after Anakin fixed a few quirks, it soon stabilized.

"So, how is it?" Obi-Wan asked.

"It's not perfect, but it'll do." He looked up at his master, "What do we do now?"

Obi-Wan placed his tools back onto the table, wiping the sweat off his brow. "We need to get off planet."

"And go where?" The look of hesitation on Obi-Wan's face, as if he was struggling to know whether it was better to tell the truth or lie to him. Anakin couldn't blame him for the doubt inside his mind. "To Dagobah."

"Dagobah? I've never heard of it before."

"Well, that's where we're going. Now get ready, we're leaving now." Anakin was about to open his mouth before he was told to hurry up. He grabbed his lightsaber, inspecting it one more time, and put it on his hilt.

"We need a ship," Obi-Wan said. "Mine was stolen when I came here."

"We could use my ship. We just need to disable the tracker on board."

"Let's go." He quickly stepped out the door and onto his Bantha. It roared as it had to get out of its sleep to let the Jedi master on.

Anakin walked outside.

The sun was barely up when they reached Mos Eisley, and it was crowded, as it usually was.

Obi-Wan got off his Bantha, Anakin following suit. Kenobi patted the large animal, caressing its fur and taking off its saddle.

"Go now, my friend. Be free." It roared in defiance, wanting to stay with his new owner. "I must go. Our paths differ. If the force wills it, we will see each other again." He met its gaze, and before long, with one sad final look, the Bantha began to walk away.

"I'm sad to see him go," Anakin said.

"So am I." Obi-Wan put on his hood, then stared at Anakin's robotics. "You can't go in like that." He took off his hood, handing it to Anakin.

"This won't fit me," Anakin replied.

"Try your best."

Anakin struggled to put on his master's brown cloak, ripping it in a few places until it covered him, but only barely. "This isn't going to fool anyone," he said.

"Well, do you have a better plan?"

Inside the city, passing bystanders would gaze onto Kenobi, greeting him, then shudder in fear when they saw who walked behind him. During the Clone Wars, people would look at Anakin with amazement, gratitude. Now, they look at him with fear.

"How's it going?" Obi-Wan asked.

A human woman walked by, her eyes glued to Anakin. As they were about to walk next to each other, she took a few steps away from him and continued walking. He sighed, but it was replaced by his suit's automatic breathing.

"They're looking at me."

"I know, just follow my lead."

"Stop right there, you two." They turned; a tall, male, hooded figure, human by his voice and the proportions of his body, but Anakin could not be sure.

"Can we help you?" Obi-Wan said in his most pleasant tone.

He pointed at Anakin, "I've been looking for him. There's a bounty on its head."

"A bounty, hmm…"

"Yes. And I'm here to collect it."

Anakin put his robotic hand over the hilt of his blade before being stopped by Obi-Wan. "Let's do this the easy way."

"Unfortunately, I am collecting it."

He took off his hood, revealing a scarred human man. "Then why aren't you taking him to Jabba the Hutt? He's the other way."

"Uh, well, you see…"

"Enough talk, give me the machine, or you'll die."

Obi-Wan sighed, "Guess we'll have to do this the hard way."

He shot, nearly missing Kenobi. Kenobi jumped in the air, pulling out his lightsaber and—on his way down—cutting off the man's hand.

He screamed in agony, falling to the ground, grabbing at his now one hand.

Anakin's eyes, though Kenobi could not see it, were widened. When his old master came back up to him, he said, "Wow, master, I'm surprised. Usually, you would have disarmed him, not… well…"

"A lot has changed Anakin."

Footsteps came running around the corner. A group of Mos Eisley guards, all in sand-colored ragged hoods, emerged, spears in hands.

"What's going on here?" one of them yelled until their gaze met Anakin's cybernetics. They all shuddered backward as if facing an angry sand monster. The street was silent, other than the wheezing that came from Anakin's suit.

Obi-Wan and Anakin shared a glance before Anakin stepped forward and said, "Leave us or die."

They all ran away from the pair.

"Well, it seems like your new suit does have its advantages."

"I still would give anything to be out of it," Anakin said.

"Well, it is your fault that you're in it. Now, let's get going."

Anakin felt as if he had been punched in the chest. It hurt, and every second that passed, it hurt even more. He didn't have to say that, he thought. Obi-Wan didn't turn back to see if he was coming or called his name to hurry up. He just kept walking.

Anakin followed behind him.

When they reached the landing dock for the ships, an open sand field with ships lined up in any spot the pilot preferred to land in, they had found that Anakin's ship, the one with the Imperial logo on it, was surrounded by bounty hunters, who were most likely looking for him.

"We need to take them down," Anakin said.

"Agreed," Kenobi replied. "But let's try the passive route first, but if that doesn't work, we'll take them down but don't kill them. Subdue them by any means necessary, got it?" He gave a long hard look at Anakin.

"I got it," Anakin snarled.

"Then let's go."

Obi-Wan walked out first, followed by Anakin, who towered him like a monster.

Anakin spotted men, women, aliens like Clawdites and Togrutas look up at the two of them as they approached.

"Hello everyone," Kenobi said, again with his most pleasant tone. "We need to take hold of our ship."

They all looked at each other. They were six of them, their hands slowly reaching for their blasters. Another man, a man with a green helmet on, took his helmet off. He was a clone, or…

He knew that man.

"Boba Fett?" Obi-Wan said with surprise in his voice.

"Obi-Wan Kenobi. And here I thought you were on some desolate planet in the outer rim. I just didn't think this one." He looked at his so-called friends, whose faces had appeared with this huge grin, and said, "The Empire's paying a big bounty for your head and you machine," he said, pointing at Anakin, "Jabba's looking for you. Watto owed him a lot of money, and you killed him. Not good for business. But first," he grinned, "Kill the Jedi!"

Blaster shots aimed at the pair of them were blocked by their blue lightsabers. In one fell swoop, both Kenobi and Anakin rushed towards the bounty hunters, swinging their lightsabers to block the incoming blaster shots.

Boba's jetpack turned on within a second, flying into the air. He was going after Kenobi, shooting him with his wrist rockets.

Anakin punched a male Clawdite, forcing pushing a female Togruta to the wall.

A blaster bolt hit his shoulder blade, causing him to flinch momentarily. His suit had smoke coming from the blast point.

He deflected another shot back at one of the bounty hunters' arm, him falling to the ground.

Kenobi jumped out of the way of a rocket, then jumped away from the other.

"Three million credits is what the Empire is paying for your head. I'm not going to pass that up, Kenobi!"

"You'll find," he grunted, deflecting a blaster bolt." It won't be easy… to take me down, bounty hunter."

He deflected another shot, this one aiming for Boba's helmet. Boba dodged, raising his arm and firing his flame thrower at Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan raised his blade, covering his face. Boba flew down at him, kicking Obi-Wan in the face, knocking him to the ground.

He pointed his blaster at him, "Wasn't that hard, Jedi."

Boba lifted into the air, flew backward, and into the wall.

"Master! Are you okay?" Anakin screamed as he came to help Obi-Wan up.

"Yes yes. I'm fine. He got lucky." Obi-Wan dusted the sand off his clothes. "Come, we must get going."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Anakin asked once more.

"Yes, come on!"

In the ship, wires from protruding panels were sticking out.

"Well, it seems like the bounty hunters were tearing apart your ship."

Anakin grimaced, "It seems so."

"Come, help me put this thing back together."

Putting the ship back together wasn't the hard part, it was the silence shared between the two of them that was. Anakin didn't know what to say to his old master, and when he thought he did, Obi-Wan had told him to get back to work before more bounty hunters showed up, and when they were done, and Anakin had told his master that the bounty hunters hadn't messed with the ship's power supply and the tracker on board had been disabled and they could leave immediately, Obi-Wan gave him a cold look and went to sit in the pilot's seat, Anakin sitting in the co-pilots.

"Master?"

"Hmm?"

"I haven't apologized for what I have done."

"You have," he said. "You don't need to anymore." The ship hummed when it turned on.

"But I haven't apologized to you." It launched into the air and flew into the planet's orbit, then into the void of space.

"You don't need to." Obi-Wan entered the coordinates into the hyperdrive.

"But master—"

"Anakin!" he snarled. "Stop. I don't need nor want an apology. Now, strap in. We're about to go into lightspeed."

Anakin sighed, looking out at the blackness of space, strapping in. The light around the ship started to shape into a line going behind them, replacing them a blue tunnel, then they were in lightspeed.