His boots are drenched in snowy mud and his pants tattered. The bloody cuts on his body sting like crazy and the robe that is drenched lazily over his body is stained with blood. In frustration, Anakin Skywalker rips the robe off and tosses it into the compost. He flexes his left arm and what is left of his right arm and checks himself out in the mirror. Flexing his guns always make him feel more confident and better about himself. He looks like a buff hunk, as opposed to the scared child that he really is inside. The Nelvaan tattoos across his right guns, right back, neck, right pec, nipple and abs have faded into a lighter blue shade. Anakin strips down to his black boxers, the only unharmed article of clothing that he is wearing. Thank the Force that the Nelvaanians didn't make him go on the quest in his boxers. Going shirtless in the blizzard was bad enough but not having pants would have been worse.
Anakin's back muscles tighten in shock when a spring of ice cold water hits him in the back.
"Thanks R2." Anakin grins at his friend.
R2 hoses him down from top to bottom, until he is soaking wet.
"Beep bop bip." R2 cackles.
"Thanks. I know I have nice abs." Anakin replies.
R2 makes another suggestion.
"How about later?" Anakin says. "Since she hasn't seen me in ive months, Padme would love to see a picture of me in boxers but she won't wanna see me in this bloody condition. Maybe in a moment, after I look better."
R2 agrees and proceeds to construct a new arm for Anakin.
Then, Anakin is called back to Corsucant to rescue the Chancellor.