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Anakin's fighter dropped out of hyperspace. He still wasn't entirely sure where he was. All he knew was that the coordinates Naki had given him were located somewhere on the Outer Rim. He looked out the viewport and saw an utterly unremarkable planet.

"Naki, are you there?"

The boy's soft laughter sounded inside Anakin's head. I'm one with the Force. The Force is always around you, so I am too.

"I'm just not used to talking to someone that I can't see."

Look, if I made myself visible, you'd find it awkward that we were both jammed into this cockpit and I wasn't actually taking up any space.

"I suppose you're right."

Of course I'm right. I have a wealth of insight.

"And modesty," Anakin commented.

Just land the ship, Gramps.

"Don't call me that. It makes me feel old."

How exactly do you intend to stop me? Besides, it's the simple truth. You are my grandfather.

Impudent child. Who did he think he was?

We've been through that, Anakin.

"Don't read my mind!"

Then don't broadcast your thoughts so loudly. I thought that your comment was directed at me.

"Where do you want me to land?" Anakin asked in an effort to change the subject.

The groundside coordinates were transferred directly into his mind. They set the ship down in the middle of an isolated field.

Naki appeared, dressed in a bright orange flightsuit. "I hope you don't mind a bit of a walk. The idea is to avoid notice as much as possible."

Anakin shook his head. "I can walk easily enough."

"Speaking of being inconspicuous," Naki continued, "check the cargo compartment. There should be a plain jumpsuit in there for you to wear."

Anakin reached in to retrieve the brown garment. "Why can't I just wear my robes?"

"Simple. They attract attention, which is exactly what we're trying to avoid. Sometimes it's better not to appear to be a Jedi." Naki grinned. "Mara would be so proud of me."

Anakin tugged the clothing on. "Who's Mara?"

Naki chuckled. "Let's just say she's a very unconventional Jedi Master. She had been trying desperately to teach me the value of subtlety and espionage before I died."

He still couldn't believe how calmly Naki spoke of his own death. It just didn't seem natural.

"Your Jedi Order is different from the one I know, isn't it?" Anakin fastened his lightsaber to his belt.

Naki nodded. "In more ways than I'm allowed to tell you. Drape your clothes so that they cover your weapon. A lightsaber identifies you too well."

Anakin made the appropriate adjustments and spread his hands. "Do I pass your inspection?"

Naki looked him up and down. "You'll do. Let's get moving"