::........................................................................::
Another Path
Author: Flame
Type: Anakin Adventure/Anghst
Summary: Darth Vader is given the option to NOT leave with Qui-Gon at Tatooine. This is an alternate version of Anakin's life. Lots of action is assured. R/R (No romance...Just Action) (Incomplete)
::........................................................................::
Chapter 2
A New Home
Anakin woke up on his ruff bed, tossing his thin and worn blanket asside. He stretched and pulled his tunic over his head.
He walked into the kitchen and saw his mother busily working in the kitchen. But she turned and gave Anakin a big smile... like she always did.
"Good morning, honey," she said. "Breakfest will be ready in a minute."
"Okay, mom," Anakin replied sitting at the table. "But could you hurry up a bit? Watto will be mad if I'm late."
"All done," she said handed him a plate full of nausage and a glass of water.
Anakin chewed and swallowed as fast as he could and then rushed to Watto's shop to work, but not without kissing his mother goodbye. When he reached the shop, he found Watoo waiting there impatiently by the counter.
"Your late!" He said, flapping his wings and flying closer to Anakin. "You starting to stretch your stay boy, and I wont hesitate to sell you if you don't start picking up."
"That's what you've been saying to me for the last 10 year's Watto," Anakin said with a mischevious grin. "I'm still waiting for you to do it."
Watto gave an entertained grunt and quickly assigned Anakin some work.
"Organize the tool room, boy."
Anakin grunted his reply and slowly walked to do his work. Nobody came to the shop today... nor has anyone came to the shop in the last week or two. It never crossed Anakin's mind that Watto might be running short on money, and that his gambling to make up for it had been proving unsuccessful.
By the end of the day, Watto flew in the tool room, and saw that Anakin had just about finished it up. But now he had to break the news to him.
"Boy," he said landing next to the sitting Anakin, who had busied himself with fixing some of the electronic tools.
"Huh?" Anakin said, look up from his work and at him.
"You know how business hasn't been so grand lately, don't you?" Watto asked, trying to break it to him easily.
"Yeah," Anakin said. "So... have you figured out why?"
"No," he said lifting up his short arm and scratching the back of his head. "But I've found a way to bring back a little profit."
"How is that?" Anakin asked. "Are you gonna open up a food shop to?"
Watto chuckled a bit at the joke, but then he turned serious again.
"No that's not it, boy," Watto said. "It's something a little more drastic."
"Well... go on, tell me!" Anakin replied, becoming more interested, not noticing Watto's unusal behaivor.
"I'm gonna have to sell you," Watto replied, turning his back to the bewildred boy.
Anakin just sat there, mouth open, mind foggy, and fingers numb.
"Um... funny joke Watto!" Anakin said, forcing a smile.
"Boy! I'm serious!" Watto yelled. "Go home! Pack your things you want take with you, your leaving in the morning. I've already told your mother."
With that Watto quickly flew out of the room, and Anakin stood on the ground... frozen with suprise. But his mind snapped back and the first thing he could possibly do was run home...
::........................................................................::
::........................................................................::
::........................................................................::
Anakin stood in front of his home, still not believing what was happening. His mother stood in their house doorway, tears streaming down her face.
A man had came to take Anakin to Alderaan to his new home.
Shmi begged and pleaded with Watoo to not go through with it... but he needed the money.
In Alderaan there was no slavery allowed, legally anyhow. But the man assured him that what they were doing was perfectly legal.
But not matter how legal, how much money he was worth, nothing could change what his home really was... and nothing would make his mom's tears go away.
His mom couldn't find the nerve to let go...
Another Path
Author: Flame
Type: Anakin Adventure/Anghst
Summary: Darth Vader is given the option to NOT leave with Qui-Gon at Tatooine. This is an alternate version of Anakin's life. Lots of action is assured. R/R (No romance...Just Action) (Incomplete)
::........................................................................::
Chapter 2
A New Home
Anakin woke up on his ruff bed, tossing his thin and worn blanket asside. He stretched and pulled his tunic over his head.
He walked into the kitchen and saw his mother busily working in the kitchen. But she turned and gave Anakin a big smile... like she always did.
"Good morning, honey," she said. "Breakfest will be ready in a minute."
"Okay, mom," Anakin replied sitting at the table. "But could you hurry up a bit? Watto will be mad if I'm late."
"All done," she said handed him a plate full of nausage and a glass of water.
Anakin chewed and swallowed as fast as he could and then rushed to Watto's shop to work, but not without kissing his mother goodbye. When he reached the shop, he found Watoo waiting there impatiently by the counter.
"Your late!" He said, flapping his wings and flying closer to Anakin. "You starting to stretch your stay boy, and I wont hesitate to sell you if you don't start picking up."
"That's what you've been saying to me for the last 10 year's Watto," Anakin said with a mischevious grin. "I'm still waiting for you to do it."
Watto gave an entertained grunt and quickly assigned Anakin some work.
"Organize the tool room, boy."
Anakin grunted his reply and slowly walked to do his work. Nobody came to the shop today... nor has anyone came to the shop in the last week or two. It never crossed Anakin's mind that Watto might be running short on money, and that his gambling to make up for it had been proving unsuccessful.
By the end of the day, Watto flew in the tool room, and saw that Anakin had just about finished it up. But now he had to break the news to him.
"Boy," he said landing next to the sitting Anakin, who had busied himself with fixing some of the electronic tools.
"Huh?" Anakin said, look up from his work and at him.
"You know how business hasn't been so grand lately, don't you?" Watto asked, trying to break it to him easily.
"Yeah," Anakin said. "So... have you figured out why?"
"No," he said lifting up his short arm and scratching the back of his head. "But I've found a way to bring back a little profit."
"How is that?" Anakin asked. "Are you gonna open up a food shop to?"
Watto chuckled a bit at the joke, but then he turned serious again.
"No that's not it, boy," Watto said. "It's something a little more drastic."
"Well... go on, tell me!" Anakin replied, becoming more interested, not noticing Watto's unusal behaivor.
"I'm gonna have to sell you," Watto replied, turning his back to the bewildred boy.
Anakin just sat there, mouth open, mind foggy, and fingers numb.
"Um... funny joke Watto!" Anakin said, forcing a smile.
"Boy! I'm serious!" Watto yelled. "Go home! Pack your things you want take with you, your leaving in the morning. I've already told your mother."
With that Watto quickly flew out of the room, and Anakin stood on the ground... frozen with suprise. But his mind snapped back and the first thing he could possibly do was run home...
::........................................................................::
::........................................................................::
::........................................................................::
Anakin stood in front of his home, still not believing what was happening. His mother stood in their house doorway, tears streaming down her face.
A man had came to take Anakin to Alderaan to his new home.
Shmi begged and pleaded with Watoo to not go through with it... but he needed the money.
In Alderaan there was no slavery allowed, legally anyhow. But the man assured him that what they were doing was perfectly legal.
But not matter how legal, how much money he was worth, nothing could change what his home really was... and nothing would make his mom's tears go away.
His mom couldn't find the nerve to let go...