It is a time of prosperity in the GALACTIC REPUBLIC. Backed by the renowned JEDI KNIGHTS the Republic has maintained peace in the Galaxy. However, with such peace has come stagnation. Everywhere creativity and inventiveness have given way to conformity and mundanity. However, there are beacons of hope. One is Master SHEEV PALPATINE, cook extraordinaire and manager of the fastest-growing food chain in the Galaxy. Aided by his agents, known as the DELIVERATORS they aim to bring taste and succulence to the palates of the galaxy...

This is Anakin Skywalker

By day he is an apprentice of the Jedi Order, a young man in training to become a guardian of peace and justice. It is something almost every sophont dreams of becoming. Who out there would not want to become a Jedi, the formidable powers of the Force at your command, respected and admired across the Galaxy? However proud Anakin is to be a student of the Jedi arts there are things it cannot provide. That is where his night job comes in. Anakin is also a Deliverator, one of the elite, high-speed delivery men and women who deliver meals made by Papa Sheev's. His delivery bike is jet black. It's contoured to be so graceful that air particles graciously get out of the way so that he can speed to their destination. It is perhaps the fastest air vehicle in the Galaxy and this is Anakin's true love. He likes to go fast. For he is faster than anything, among the Deliverators, there are none faster. He is their elite, the master all aspire to. He is The Deliverator.

He is also twelve standard years old.

He pulls out of the local Papa Sheev's, a new delivery stored behind him. Unlike the others, Anakin needs no map or navigation assist. He knows these streets and ways as easily as a regular person knows there own home. Because, to him, this is home. At night on the float ways, Anakin Skywalker is in his element. He accelerates and drops, using the planets own gravity to accelerate him even faster. He slips and slides past the other vehicles, his velocity so extreme that they appear to be motionless. Faster than it is possible to react, faster than a speeder's vanes and mag guiders can direct, he should be a smear against a building as his remains drift deep into the city's innards. Not him, not Anakin Skywalker, not, the Deliverator.

Transpire, Republica, 10723rd, Aeroplan, Herstal, 67400 and Helias. Anakin deftly guides the speeder towards the destination. It is a beacon in his mind. Now. Abruptly the bike points upwards and a somewhat less than legal thruster fires. Atop a pillar of fire the bike rises to the destination amongst the cloud layer. He deftly positions the bike outside the entrance, unpacks the meal and signals the inhabitants via comm. He hands the meal over to another amazed family. They offer him a tip, but, as always the Deliverator refuses. He salutes and then he is on his bike speeding to the next pick-up. He checks the time taken. Another record, again. However, Anakin knows he can be even faster.

This is Anakin Skywalker. Jedi by day and The Deliverator by night.

"Anakin!" comes the voice.

Anakin stirs and remembers where he is. The Jedi Temple, in a classroom. He struggles to recall which class.

"Anakin! Can you explain the impact of the Sages of Drizzelli on the Jedi Code? If we are not disturbing your meditations, that is." asks Lo Tra, the Aqualish teacher.

Anakin tries to remember. The who of the what? The Jedi Code? Hasn't it been the same since ever? This is the Jedi. All they do is stay in one place and meditate. Day in, day out. Every day is to be like every other. Nothing changes. Still, he reaches into the Force, searching for a hint, a clue, a memory.

"In your own time Anakin," chides Lo Tra.

Anakin focuses, "That a Jedi is to have the deepest commitment, the most serious mind towards the Force. Because the Force is the foundation of the universe and it is our solemn duty to obey and serve that." he recites.

The Aqualish looks surprised, "Well done initiate, but do you understand it, do you believe it?"

Anakin looks at the teacher. Is this really important? Who cares what the whoever of the wherever said and did thousands of years ago? "Um, I guess so."

Lo Tar blinks, "You guess so, initiate? To truly become a Jedi, you must know. Which is the point class. These are not mere words, but the way..."

Anakin tunes out. He is already back to redesigning the speeder.

Another night. Another delivery. It's that old Muun again. Keethra Root Stew. The meal is loaded and Anakin launches into the Corruscanti night. His destination is a little off the beaten track, through an old, mostly unused industrial zone that has yet to be refurbished due to some reoccurring mishap in City Planning. An odd thing to find so near the Administration District and full of dangers, hazards and other things to snare the incautious or unwary. The Deliverator knows them all and fears none. Of those that could stop him few dare, for how will they then receive their favourite meals. The Deliverator uniform has protections rivalled only by high potentates and other lordlings. Anakin zips through the sector, up an access tunnel known only to a few and lands on the access pad. A small hatch opens and he places the meal inside. It closes and he is again on his way...