Second Part of Chapter Six!!
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***The Skywalker Slave Quarters***
Padme awoke feeling achy from too little sleep, and her neck being at a wrong angle. Not to mention she had slept with her cloths on. She yawned, and got up stretching. Trying to get her hair to look at least a little organized she walked into the living room.
She quickly spotted Anakin sprawled out on the floor. He was partially leaning against the couch, and his eyes were closed in a deep sleep. In one of his bruised hands was the data-pad, finally quiet and shut down in sleep- mode. Padme knew he must have tried to crack the password for hours until he fell asleep.
Padme bent down and picked up the data-pad. It felt the motion and immediately powered up. On it's screen it read, 'Insert Password' and underneath it was an alphabet of letters in some strange language. Padme glanced down at Anakin, who stirred in his sleep. Quietly, she walked over to the lumpy sand-colored walls and leaned her back against it. She gently touched the pad, and the letter appeared in the password box. Quickly, she punched in three more, totally not understanding the language, and then nonchalantly she pressed 'enter'.
The data-pad paused for a moment, then to Padme's ultimate surprise pipped in a happy voice, "Entry Granted. Password Valid."
Anakin shuddered, and his eyes snapped open. He got up, and lurched toward her, not fully awake. "What?" He asked, rubbing his eyes. Anakin grabbed the data-pad, and scrolled down to the bottom of the mechanical page. On it read, 'Shmi Skywalker.' And then a code of different letters and numbers, then 'Anakin Skywalker.' Followed by another code, then, 'Padme Dala' followed by another code. "This is it!" Anakin yelled. "Padme you did it!"
Padme laughed as Anakin drew her into a big hug- and giving her kiss on the cheek. She hugged him back, feeling the excitement radiating off him. Even though she was still in a state of dis-belief.
Shmi ran in, looking just as tired and ragged as Padme had. "What is going on?" She asked.
"Mom," Anakin whispered, "We have the codes! We have them!"
Shmi put a hand over her mouth, turning practically white. "To the slave transmitters? You have them Ani?"
"Yes!" Anakin answered.
***LATER***
Padme stood in the middle of what used to be Anakin's room. She passed the scanner over her arms, chest, and legs. Anakin was in the corner busy recording the codes off the data-pad. "Anakin," Padme said reluctantly, "I can't find it."
"It's probably in your back." Anakin said quietly, discarding the data-pad and recorder and walking over next to her. "Those transmitters wander all over the place."
"Haven't you tried to just take yours out?" Padme asked, as Anakin walked behind her and waved the scanner over her back.
"Yeah." Anakin answered distantly as the scanner beeped, telling him that it had located the transmitter. "But whenever they sense any change in temperature or unusual muscle tension they move." He walked in front of her, and lifted up his shirt- displaying an ugly white scar over the lower part of his rib-cage. "And that's not the only time I've tried." Anakin said casually, letting down his shirt. He walked over to one of the shelves and got another piece of machinery. "Hold still."
Padme waited silently as Anakin walked behind her again and entered the code into the scanner. She felt a strange itching sensation in her left shoulder muscle, like a small cramp but that was all.
"There." Anakin said. "I've got mine all set up, all I need to do is put in the code."
Padme nodded, watching eerily as Anakin pointed the scanner at his shoulder, and put in the code. "You memorized it?" She asked, when she noticed he didn't even look at the paper he had recorded the codes on.
Anakin nodded, as he finished putting the code into the scanner. He grunted as the tiny bomb deactivated itself, rubbed his shoulder, and laughed. Then he fixed her with a mischievous gaze. "Guess what?"
"What?" Padme asked.
"You're free."
Padme blinked- her heart skipping a beat. Finally. After ten years, ten long years of servitude and humiliation. She was free. Anakin's words rang in her ears, 'you're free.' Then her thoughts went back on Anakin, fully realizing how excited he must be- since his slavery began at birth. "How do you feel?" She asked, smiling.
Anakin tilted his head from side to side. "I'm not sure. It's gonna be a while until I get my ship to be able to fly outta here."
"Where are you going to go?" She asked, as he walked up next to her.
"I don't care." He answered, a cunning little smile curving his lips. "Anywhere I want to I guess. Where are you going?"
"Back to my home on Naboo."
"So that's really where you're from huh?" Anakin asked.
"Yeah." Padme answered.
"Then I'll go there too." Anakin lifted his eyebrows playfully.
"I'd never leave without you."
Anakin smiled again. This time it was a real smile, not something that came from his natural mind for mischief.
Shmi's voice came from across the room, dashing the moment. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but if you two don't get down to the shop, Watto will be suspicious."
"Of course." Padme said, "Thank you."
Shmi smiled, then left.
Anakin laughed, grabbing Padme's hand and together they raced out of the house and into the streets of Mos Espa. Ordinarily, they would have walked slowly, drudging the day ahead of them, but they had something that puts a spring into everyone's step. Freedom.
TO BE CONTINUED!
A.N. THANKS ALL REVIEWERS!! YOU MAKE SUMMER ROCK!
***The Skywalker Slave Quarters***
Padme awoke feeling achy from too little sleep, and her neck being at a wrong angle. Not to mention she had slept with her cloths on. She yawned, and got up stretching. Trying to get her hair to look at least a little organized she walked into the living room.
She quickly spotted Anakin sprawled out on the floor. He was partially leaning against the couch, and his eyes were closed in a deep sleep. In one of his bruised hands was the data-pad, finally quiet and shut down in sleep- mode. Padme knew he must have tried to crack the password for hours until he fell asleep.
Padme bent down and picked up the data-pad. It felt the motion and immediately powered up. On it's screen it read, 'Insert Password' and underneath it was an alphabet of letters in some strange language. Padme glanced down at Anakin, who stirred in his sleep. Quietly, she walked over to the lumpy sand-colored walls and leaned her back against it. She gently touched the pad, and the letter appeared in the password box. Quickly, she punched in three more, totally not understanding the language, and then nonchalantly she pressed 'enter'.
The data-pad paused for a moment, then to Padme's ultimate surprise pipped in a happy voice, "Entry Granted. Password Valid."
Anakin shuddered, and his eyes snapped open. He got up, and lurched toward her, not fully awake. "What?" He asked, rubbing his eyes. Anakin grabbed the data-pad, and scrolled down to the bottom of the mechanical page. On it read, 'Shmi Skywalker.' And then a code of different letters and numbers, then 'Anakin Skywalker.' Followed by another code, then, 'Padme Dala' followed by another code. "This is it!" Anakin yelled. "Padme you did it!"
Padme laughed as Anakin drew her into a big hug- and giving her kiss on the cheek. She hugged him back, feeling the excitement radiating off him. Even though she was still in a state of dis-belief.
Shmi ran in, looking just as tired and ragged as Padme had. "What is going on?" She asked.
"Mom," Anakin whispered, "We have the codes! We have them!"
Shmi put a hand over her mouth, turning practically white. "To the slave transmitters? You have them Ani?"
"Yes!" Anakin answered.
***LATER***
Padme stood in the middle of what used to be Anakin's room. She passed the scanner over her arms, chest, and legs. Anakin was in the corner busy recording the codes off the data-pad. "Anakin," Padme said reluctantly, "I can't find it."
"It's probably in your back." Anakin said quietly, discarding the data-pad and recorder and walking over next to her. "Those transmitters wander all over the place."
"Haven't you tried to just take yours out?" Padme asked, as Anakin walked behind her and waved the scanner over her back.
"Yeah." Anakin answered distantly as the scanner beeped, telling him that it had located the transmitter. "But whenever they sense any change in temperature or unusual muscle tension they move." He walked in front of her, and lifted up his shirt- displaying an ugly white scar over the lower part of his rib-cage. "And that's not the only time I've tried." Anakin said casually, letting down his shirt. He walked over to one of the shelves and got another piece of machinery. "Hold still."
Padme waited silently as Anakin walked behind her again and entered the code into the scanner. She felt a strange itching sensation in her left shoulder muscle, like a small cramp but that was all.
"There." Anakin said. "I've got mine all set up, all I need to do is put in the code."
Padme nodded, watching eerily as Anakin pointed the scanner at his shoulder, and put in the code. "You memorized it?" She asked, when she noticed he didn't even look at the paper he had recorded the codes on.
Anakin nodded, as he finished putting the code into the scanner. He grunted as the tiny bomb deactivated itself, rubbed his shoulder, and laughed. Then he fixed her with a mischievous gaze. "Guess what?"
"What?" Padme asked.
"You're free."
Padme blinked- her heart skipping a beat. Finally. After ten years, ten long years of servitude and humiliation. She was free. Anakin's words rang in her ears, 'you're free.' Then her thoughts went back on Anakin, fully realizing how excited he must be- since his slavery began at birth. "How do you feel?" She asked, smiling.
Anakin tilted his head from side to side. "I'm not sure. It's gonna be a while until I get my ship to be able to fly outta here."
"Where are you going to go?" She asked, as he walked up next to her.
"I don't care." He answered, a cunning little smile curving his lips. "Anywhere I want to I guess. Where are you going?"
"Back to my home on Naboo."
"So that's really where you're from huh?" Anakin asked.
"Yeah." Padme answered.
"Then I'll go there too." Anakin lifted his eyebrows playfully.
"I'd never leave without you."
Anakin smiled again. This time it was a real smile, not something that came from his natural mind for mischief.
Shmi's voice came from across the room, dashing the moment. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but if you two don't get down to the shop, Watto will be suspicious."
"Of course." Padme said, "Thank you."
Shmi smiled, then left.
Anakin laughed, grabbing Padme's hand and together they raced out of the house and into the streets of Mos Espa. Ordinarily, they would have walked slowly, drudging the day ahead of them, but they had something that puts a spring into everyone's step. Freedom.
TO BE CONTINUED!