The Chosen One

Hello! Welcome to my new story. I would like suggestions for the title please, as I couldn't come up with anything inventive. Constructive criticism done well is my favourite review. All others are well come because flamers and trollers get my reviews up, and all the others put a smile on my face and make me feel happy.

So, this is a female Anakin story. There aren't many, so I thought I'd give it a go. I don't care if you like it or not. I called her Anabel because I like the name better than something like Anika, and it is a similar length, and I made it more so by changing the spelling.

I am not currently planning on doing any pairings, but if I did, I'd probably put her with Obi-Wan.

Anyway, enjoy or hate, and I know the summary is not the best. Hey, if you can think of something better, be my guest to suggest it. PS, I had another story open while I wrote this to make sure I don't miss anything I see as important to the story. I am not including characters as people can get quite snitchy with characters changing gender. Should I?

Edit: I revised a few things. And unless I get a lot of requests, I am not going to change Padme's gender.

I am only going to say this once: I do not own SW!

The desert planet called Tatooine was hot (as expected for a desert but cold during the night) and quiet place. The towns, cities and villages were quite busy, but the desert itself was very quiet and desolate. Occasionally you'd see a group of Tusken Raiders out hunting, or speeders speeding across the desert, with farmers and other people travelling to a town or back to their farm. There were not many sounds or life-forms outside of those things.

It was a barren place, with not a lot going or it, nor many features or places to visit that attract visitors from outside the planet. The most amazing thing about the planet, apart from perhaps the deep underground water reserve, where the twin suns that rose in the morning a set in the evening. That is what everyone liked about the planet.

In Mos Espa, the city that was the capital of the desert planet, the streets were alive. The people who lived there were going about their daily lives, with it being morning. Slaves were heading out to their workplaces, other slaves doing jobs for their masters. Most of them were ordinary people who would have a similar life until the day they died. Among them, there was a young blonde female slave who this story is about. Her life was pretty ordinary for the nine years she has been alive, but that was about to change. Her name, you may ask? Anabel Skywalker.

Anabel Skywalker was running through the busy streets of Mos Espa. She was late for work at the junk shop her master owned, and she knew Watto would not be pleased with her for being late. But she couldn't leave until she had made sure her mother was going to be okay.

Her mother, Shmi Skywalker, had woken up feeling unwell, and Anabel stayed by her side until she was sure she'd be okay. It turned out to just be a migraine, but it could have been much worse, such as that murderous space flu that had been going around.

As far as Anabel, or Ana as she is often gets called (and prefers to be called) was concerned, whatever punishment her master, Watto would give her, it was worth it to make sure her mum would get better. Her mother wasn't coming in today as it was, as Watto had given her some time off. But if anything happened to her... Ana couldn't bear to think, but would she did know was life would not be worth it without her mother.

The blonde girl burst through the door of the junk shop, and unsurprisingly, she was met with a very unhappy tordarian. He immediately demanded in Huttesse, "Why are you late?!"

"Mum's sick, I didn't want to leave until I knew she would be okay," Ana replied, barely above a whisper.

Watto stared at her for a few minutes, then he picked up a stick and gave her two hard slaps on the arm with it. Ana winced, but she didn't say anything as she had learnt to be silent when punished. She was just thankful as it might be painful, but she had been through worse.

"You have no right to decide what time you get here! You are just a slave! Nothing more! You're barely worth space you take up, and the air you breathe! I will not have this happen again! Get to work, kid. Several things out the back need repairing," Watto said, gesturinssg out the back.

"Yes, master," the young girl nodded dully, running to where the blue bug-like creature had told her to go. It was almost noon before she was called again.

"I'm going out, girl. You better mind the shop while I'm gone, otherwise no rations for you," Watto said gruffly. She could tell her late arrival had made the tordarian mad, which wasn't that surprising. She had to make sure she did it as he wanted, as thanks to some scummy bounty hunter the previous day, they hadn't got any rations that day, and they would run low if they were not careful. Ana made a fist of rage when she thought out that incident.

"Yes, sir. I have finished the two droids," Ana reported.

"Good," was all that was replied with. Then the blue insect left. When he was gone, she sighed in relief, before heading finish a dishwasher she had been fixing. There was a bell just inside the shop, which would inform her of any visitors.

It was times like this Ana relaxed, and started to daydream about the life she wanted. She dreamt about the galaxy, she dreamt about visiting the various planets she knew were out there: she had always wanted to go to Alderaan or Coruscant. She longed for adventure, and to get herself and her mother out of this crummy life. Ana wanted to be free, and she wanted to be someone people had respect for.

She sighed: as if that would ever happen. It would be a hefty price to free both of them, assuming Watto even agreed, and there was no way she'd win respect as a slave. Ana just hoped she could win a podrace one day and earn money for their freedom that way. There was a lot of money involved, and she had entered several races, but due to bad luck, she had never completed one.

If only Watto would help her a bit more, or she could find someone who would sponsor her so she could get better parts, then she could race properly and maybe win. A human had never completed a podrace, let alone win one. Despite the fact it had never been broached, Ana and Shmi both knew Ana was special, which was how she was able to do it. She suspected Watto knew she was different if nothing more. Though none of them knew the extent, until later that day.

!33

Somewhere in space just near the Tatooine System, there was a Naboo ship with a broken hyperdrive. They were trying to work out what to do, as they were being chased by the trade federation because they had the Queen Amidala of Naboo on board, and the trade federation wanted her: she had been held captive until the Jedi managed to help free her, the handmaidens and some of the royal court.

The Trade Federation had invaded her planet and wanted her to sign a treaty to make it legal. The queen would never agree to it, and even if she did, only death awaited her and there was no telling what they would do to the people of Naboo. There was no telling what was happening to them currently, but still: there was hope this way.

They had fled the planet to get help from the senate, but now they were trying to work out where to go, but they would have to hurry: there was no way they'd make it to Coruscant in this state, and their enemies would be searching for them. Unfortunately, Tatooine was the closest planet, but it was not their first choice, especially not Captain Panaka's.

"But Tatioone is full of Hutts, who are crime lords! It's no place for the queen! If the Hutts find out she's there..." Captain Panaka cried, panicked. Captain Panaka was the captain of the Naboo royal security, and chief protector of the queen.

Their ship needed the hyperdrive repaired, and this was the closest planet, as they didn't think they'd make it to another one without having to get around trade federation ships. As far as the Jedi were concerned, the ship needed repairing and was useless until then, so might as well risk the Hutts and they the least of their worries at the moment.

"Ah yes, but the Hutts won't be looking for her. It is also the last place the trade federation would look. If we can find someone to trade the parts with, we shouldn't run into any trouble," one of the Jedi on the ship said, Qui-Gon Jinn was his name. There were two Jedi on board, a master and apprentice, and they had been going to talk to the trade federation to try and help the queen out when the federation had invaded the planet and formed a blockade, with no luck. They freed the queen, her handmaidens and some of the other palace staff.

There was a big disagreement between Qui-Gon and the captain because one wanting to go to Tatooine and the other wanting to go somewhere else, though he hadn't said where he wanted to go. He probably wanted to go to somewhere like Alderaan, which was not practical, because they could get caught there, and since Alderaan had no weapons it would be unfair on them. Besides, it was not exactly close.

Obi-Wan Kenobi, Qui-Gon's Padawan, realised at this rate they were not going to get anywhere, and the trade federation would find them before they mind up their mind on wherever or not they should go to the desert planet or not. He had to say something to defuse the situation, otherwise, they'd be dragged into a trade federation ship with the two still arguing.

"Before we make any decisions, maybe we should consult the queen? Considering her position, she should be the one to decide: she's the one their after," Obi-Wan suggested. The pilot nodded, agreeing with Obi-Wan, though he was too quiet to voice it.

"Yes, perhaps that would be a good idea. I shall do it now," Captain Panaka nodded. He quickly left, the handmaiden who was just in the door drifted after him after a short glance back.

"Very tactful, Padawan," Qui-Gon praised.

"Thank you, master. But arguing is only going to give us less time until the trade federation manages to find us," Obi-Wan pointed out.

"You make an excellent point," Qui-Gon nodded. Panaka returned a few minutes later, saying the queen had agreed to go to Tatooine, though he didn't look very happy. With that, the pilot flew the ship to Tatooine, with Obi-Wan helping.

"Fly near that town, Mos Espa: it's the biggest city on the planet, and because of the spaceport a lot of ships go to that area. Hopefully landing on the edge of the town will not attract too much attention, plenty of people visit after all," Qui-Gon said.

"Hopefully," Panaka nodded, not convinced.

A little while later, they landed next to the town in question, and Qui-Gon along with the droid called R2-D2, and the Gungan Jar-Jar, we're preparing to head into town to find a shop to trade with. Surely someone here would have a hyperdrive? Qui-Gon knew they had their own credit currency, but he thought that at least one store should accept republic credits, or hopefully exchange them.

The idea of just the three of them heading out was for the group to look like a farmer, with a droid and staff member accompanying him into town. He didn't want to bring Jar-Jar, but he would need help bringing the part back, and in case trouble came, Jar-Jar and Artoo could still get the part back to the ship while Qui-Gon gave them the opening.

It was then, just before they headed off, (Jar-Jar was putting on some cream to stop his skin drying out,) Panaka came out followed by a brown-haired girl, a handmaiden no doubt: she was dressed in a blue and white outfit that was a traditional style for middle-class on Naboo.

Qui-Gon then thought to his apprentice, who was staying behind to protect the queen, but she would be safer this way. Besides, a small group would attract less attention, and he doubted the queen would have clothes that wouldn't stand out, he thought it was better this way.

Qui-Gon couldn't help but groan when Panaka came to them: he suspected the girl was meant to accompany them, which he wasn't that excited about. He didn't want to endanger the handmaiden, and it was not the right sort of neighbourhood for a young lady. Then again, she would probably be more reliable then Jar-Jar for getting the part back.

"One of the Queen's handmaiden's, Padmè, would like to accompany you. She's curious about this place, having not visited many planets outside of Naboo," Panaka said, though he didn't seem that happy about the whole thing.

"This is no place for a young woman, and it is no sightseeing trip," Qui-Gon said sharply.

"I agree. However, she's instant," Panaka sighed. He really didn't look happy about it. Then again, he hadn't looked happy since they decided to go to Tatooine.

"Alright. On one condition, which is you stay close and don't wander off, alright?" Qui-Gon agreed, admitting defeat. Considering the girl had insisted joining them from what the captain said, and the force was agreeing with this, Qui-Gon wasn't going to fight anymore. That didn't mean he was happy, though. Besides, arguing would only waste time and Obi-Wan had remarked upon that earlier.

"I will," Padmè nodded. Qui-Gon wanted to frown: he knew the handmaidens' were well trained and polite, but something about this girl seemed different from the others he had interacted with. Qui-Gon shook his head to break out of musing.

"Alright, let's go. Jar-Jar, no wondering off from you either, okay?" Qui-Gon told the Gungan. He didn't trust that creature for a second. The only reason he had decided to take him from the village was that he'd helped them, and he was worried about his fate otherwise.

"Messa will do as yous says," Jar-Jar nodded.

The trip into town was alright, but after arriving it was not as smooth as Qui-Gon had hoped, and they had been noticed by the locals more then he would have liked. While he had been trying to find out which shop would be able to help them, Jar-Jar wandered off and gotten lost, it took the three of them half an hour to find their wayward friend. Then he had fallen over something and landed on a wooden create which had collapsed. Qui-Gon was impressed to see a wooden create in this day and age.

They finally found a shop that should be able to help them: it was an old junk shop owned by a creature called Watto. While Qui-Gon wasn't happy about supporting a slave master, (the shopkeeper who had helped them mentioned that) they were short on options, and that was one of the very few who would have the part.

As they entered, a bell gave a soft tinker, alerting the shop owner to their arrival. Unable to help themselves, the four spread out to have a look around. Qui-Gon noticed a young girl standing by the counter. She was dressed in a tattered brownie green tunic and pants, and she had short blonde-hair which was showing signs of turning brown, though she looked more like a dirty blonde, that could be because of the dirt and dust which covered this planet. All it would take would be a just of wind and her hair would be full of dust. Her hair was pulled into a short little ponytail.

He was sure she was force-sensitive, he could feel it: even without taking the midichlorian count he could tell the girl was strong with the force: everyone had an aura which you could feel when you were trained with the force, and force sensitives stuck out, though trained ones even more. Qui-Gon was brought out of his musings by Jar-Jar, who had gotten into trouble with something in the shop. He had done something to upset a dormant droid which was no activated. He quickly ran over to help.

After rescuing Jar-Jar, the creature called Watto came out, and Qui-Gon asked about the hyperdrive for Naboo ship: he had to specify, as the Naboo ships could only use one brand, or this one could anyway. They ended up disappearing into the back of the shop.

Padmè and Artoo meanwhile, were over the other side, near where the young girl was. "Are you an angel?" the girl asked innocently. Padmè flinched as the girl had spoken suddenly without any warning.

Ana Skywalker had never seen a girl as pretty as this one: if Ana was not a slave, she might have asked for tips on looking that great, but she didn't, knowing it was useless knowledge. She might not have anyway: Ana would rather get covered in oil and grease from working with machines rather than spend the time putting make-up on.

"No, why?" Padmè asked, turning to the blonde child.

"I heard about them from some pilots visiting the shop. Don't tell master Watto that," the girl said, gesturing with her head to the back of the shop.

Something clicked inside Padmè, and she couldn't help but ask. "You're a slave?" she asked.

"I'm a girl! And my name's Anabel!" the child cried, glaring: she took offence to what the newcomer had said, implying she was nothing more than her title. She didn't deny she was a slave, though.

"Sorry. My name's Padmè," Padmè apologised.

"Is that your droid?" Anabel asked, pointing to Artoo. She then quickly snapped at Jar-Jar who was going to fiddle, with something else in the shop, "Don't touch that!"

The Gungan didn't heed the young girl's warning, and as a result, got his hand bitten by a carnivorous rubbish bin. "Warned you," Anabel muttered, sounding as though she'd take delight in plotting and acting out Jar-Jar's demise.

Qui-Gon meanwhile, was having problems: Watto had the part but he would only take Tatooine credits. He tried to use a mind trick on Watto to get him to take republic credits, but the creature refused and the mind tricks didn't work on his species. "Is there anywhere I can trade credits?" Qui-Gon asked.

"Nowhere near here, and no one else will accept them either, even if they did, I know I am the only one with the part: ships needing that brand of hyperdrive are rare, and rarely visit Tatooine," Watto said, shaking his head.

"Well, thank you," Qui-Gon said sighing, defeated. He had decided he would ask around to see if anyone would help them out, or find some way they could earn Tatooine credits.

Qui-Gon then turned around and exited. He thanked the girl up the front, then he, Padmè, Jar-Jar and Artoo left the shop. Just as they left, Watto muttered something to Anabel, and she responded with a gleeful response.

Padmè reflected on the little girl they had met in that shop: the slave. Anabel Skywalker was a nice girl, but she was very bitter and upset with her life. Padmè worked out that Anabel wanted to leave this place, and explore the galaxy. Padmè felt sad, and she wished she could do something to help the girl.

She shook her head: Padmè couldn't do anything for the slave girl, and she had more pressing issues, like the fate of her planet full of people who were dying quite possibly.

She could save them, and that was her highest priority. Maybe after freeing her planet, she could raise the support and funds to do something about slavery in the outer-rim? She was shocked that there was still slavery in the galaxy, but she supposed that maybe since Tatooine wasn't in the senate and the hutts had no real interest in the rest of the galaxy and anyone other than themselves, it wasn't surprising. After this was over, she'd talk to Sheev Palpatine and talk to him about options regarding the slavery.

Artoo whistled, wishing that they could have stayed longer. He liked that child, and she had tried to help get rid of some of the stains which Padmè hadn't been able to get off. The girl also liked and had an understanding of droids, which was nice for a droid.

As they walked through the town, trying to work out what to do, Qui-Gon contacted Obi-Wan to see if they had anything to bargain with for money. Sadly, nothing other then the queen's wardrobe, but both Jedi doubted there would be a market, and it would be suspicious even if there was and they were trying to appear the opposite. Qui-Gon hung up saying something would present itself.

Obi-Wan also told Qui-Gon about a message from Naboo, asking the queen to get in contact, but both agreed she wasn't to answer it as it was probably a trick to get their location. It might be true, it might not be, but it wasn't worth the risk and they still needed to get the ship fixed as soon as possible.

Jar-Jar wandered off from the group while Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon chatted, stealing some fresh meat which ended up causing him to upset a dug when he meat somehow hit him, which was a native species on this planet. That got them into a fight, and several others came to aid the dug, leaving Jar-Jar cornered.

Before Qui-Gon could move to try and defuse the situation, the girl from the shop ran up and shouted at them in huttesse. Except for the dug that had caused the issue, everyone left, though they did send glares and dirty looks at Jar-Jar. Qui-Gon took the opportunity to go and apologise to the vendor Jar-Jar had stolen from. They were surprisingly forgiving.

Padmè meanwhile, watched the dug talk to Anabel. Despite the fact she didn't speak or understand huttesse, she saw the creature had said something that upset Anabel.

When the dug finally left, Padmè went up and said, "Thank you."

"No problem. By the way, would you like to come back to our house for a rest?" Anabel asked.

"That would be great. We don't know what to do, and we don't want to return to our ship," Qui-Gon said laxly as he came up to them. Jar-Jar meekly followed him, and Artoo had been with Padmè this entire time.

"Where is it?" Anabel asked, genuinely curious.

"Walking distance outside of town," Qui-Gon said, answering but not giving anything away.

Anabel nodded, and she seemed quite excited they had agreed to come with her. Qui-Gon asked about bringing something to eat, and she looked at him quizzically.

"For you kindness, let us at least stop and buy some rations," Qui-Gon said. He wanted to know more about this child, and half an hour or an hour would not hurt much. It would give him time to come up with an idea for their dilemma.

Anabel nodded, agreeing to that. Honestly, she was relieved, and she knew just the shop to go to. The shopkeeper, Nessa, would take their credits as she went to Coruscant a little bit to go shopping with her sister.

She was happy about the rations, as they wouldn't be able to last until next time they got them if they shared with their visitors. Ana had only just thought of that.

Anabel quickly showed them into a store she knew was good for food, which surprisingly enough did take republic credits. Anabel didn't mention how she had known they would. Though, part of the deal was for Annabelle to take and repair the shop owner's cleaning droid.

As they went to leave, the shop lady warned, "You better hurry, a storm is coming: can feel it in my bones."

Ana nodded, then explained to their visitors that Nessa was very good at forecasting storms, and most relied on her rather than the local forecast centre. She was a shopkeeper, but she was always on the mark, and could easily go into weather forecasting.

They were almost at the Skywalker's home before the storm hit, but they managed to get there in one piece. Though after Anabel shut the door, they all stood there breathing. It took a few minutes to recover.

The house was fairly small, with five, small rooms in total, though they didn't learn the total amount of rooms until later. There were two bedrooms, and storeroom slash workroom, which was where Anabel said she repaired things. Then there was a refresher, and then a kitchenette, meals room and living room combined.

"Ana? Is that you?" a voice called out.

"Yes, mum! I have brought some friends too," Anabel said, rushing into her home and into another room. Qui-Gon and the others (even Jar-Jar) stood there, feeling a little awkward, and not sure what to do. They were surprised by the girl's disappearance and felt a little stupid just standing there, but no one wanted to go and intrude or invade the kind unfortunate child's home.

A few minutes later, Annabelle emerged, followed by a tall brown-haired woman. The two did not have the same coloured hair, but if you looked you could see the two were mother and daughter.

"Everyone, this is my mother, Shmi. Mum, this is Qui-Gon, Padmè, Jar-Jar, and the droid is R2-D2. I'm also fixing a cleaning droid for Nessa," Anabel said, gesturing to the deactivated cleaning droid by the door. Ana knew Qui-Gon's name because he introduced himself to Watto.

"It's nice to meet you," Shmi said, giving them a small smile.

They exchanged greetings, then everyone except for Jar-Jar and R2 helped make some food. Halfway through making the lunch, Shmi suggested (seeing Jar-Jar was bored and Padmè was not really sure what to do,) that Anabel, or Ana as she insisted to be now called, show them the droid she had been creating.

"This is C-3PO, I am building him to help around the house. I have read up in magazines, and he is based off a protocol droid. C-3PO, some friends I made today," Ana said brightly.

"Oh yes, hello! I'm C-3PO! Oh, who are you?" the human-like droid said, spotting the other droid.

Artoo whistled greeting, then he said something else. "What do you mean I'm not fully covered? My wires are exposed? Mistress Ana! This is unacceptable!" C-3PO cried, upset. No prize for guessing what the little droid had said.

"Sorry, C-3PO, I haven't had time to finish you," Anna said, giving a small smile.

"So you've built him scratch?" Padmè asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, he was built from spare parts," Ana nodded, turning to head back into the other room.

"Messa thinks that's pretty cool," Jar-Jar said.

"I agree," Padmè nodded.

"Thanks," Anna said, her cheeks flushing a bit.

A few minutes later, they were all seated at the table eating. Ana had seen Qui-Gon's lightsaber earlier but had resisted the urge to ask until now.

"You're a Jedi, aren't you?" she asked, but not asked. She pointed to where she'd seen the lightsaber.

Qui-Gon smiled. "How are you so sure? I could have killed a Jedi," Qui-Gon said, brushing the weapon with his hand.

"No one can kill a Jedi. And your too nice to kill: I wouldn't have invited you otherwise," Ana said, sounding like she was stating fact.

"People have killed many Jedi. Many great Jedi have fallen, we are not immortal after all. But yes, I am a Jedi. You'll find I have killed: every Jedi has to at one point," Qui-Gon said, laughing a little bit.

After a bit of general talking, including telling them about the slave chips, (Padmè was horrified when the Skywalkers told them, and she resolved to do more to help be rid of it,) Shmi asked what Qui-Gon and co were doing here, and he explained about the hyperdrive, feeling the Skywalkers may be able to help them.

"Is there anywhere to exchange money?" Padmè asked.

"There has to be some way to get Tatooine credits," Qui-Gon put in.

"There are those god awful races. Everything here revolves around them," Shmi started.

"What are they?" Padmè asked, frowning.

"I saw them Malastare," Qui-Gon admitted. "Very dangerous, very fast."

"There is a high-speed race, designed for creatures with fast reflexes. The people here love betting on them. There's a big one tomorrow, with big winnings: winning that is the best way to get money," Shmi said.

"I've done one. Mum! I could help them!" Ana said, getting an idea.

"No, Ana! I hate it when Watto forces you to do them! I am scared every time! No human has ever completed one, let alone won one. You know he won't let you do it: slaves can't enter themselves without their master's approval," Shmi said firmly.

"But mum! That wasn't my fault! Those other races have bumped into me and sent me into a wall! Please! Besides. He doesn't know I built the new one," Anna begged.

That caught Qui-Gon's attention, and he was beginning to be certain that this girl was force sensitive. He had only seen the one podrace, and they were pretty rare besides. The reason humans never did it, was their reflexes were not fast enough unless they were forced sensitive. Then that might be a different story, but even then, they would have to be fairly strong with the force and be a child or very short.

Qui-Gon was surprised, as all the evidence pointed to Ana being strong with the force, and he had never considered a female could be that strong. Then again, why not? With all the species in the galaxy, male and female were not that different in the grand scheme of things, so there was no reason why they couldn't find a strong force-sensitive female. That wasn't to say all the ones he'd met had been weak, just none had been as strong as Yoda, for example.

"You could say it was mine. But thanks for the offer, Ana, but you should listen to your mother," Qui-Gon said. Padmè agreed though she was wondering what else they could do? Maybe they could place a bet? She didn't know about podracing, but you could get good money if you guessed the winner right. Problem was, you could be wrong and lose a lot out of it. Considering they didn't have any currency, they were going to have to bargain something, like the ship for example, though Padme hoped it didn't come that, and they could find another way.

At the same time, Shmi was conflicted. She wanted to keep her daughter safe, but she could see Ana wanted to help these people, and Shmi did too. It occurred to her, maybe if Ana had the proper equipment and modifications done to her hand-built pod, that maybe Ana could complete the race, and perhaps even win.

After all, Watto had made her competed in three so far, and while she had been put out of the race, she hadn't been injured and one of those incidents could have easily done so, perhaps even killed her. Though, even if Shmi did permit it, considering what had happened before, Watto probably wouldn't agree.

"Is there anyone out here from the republic who can help us?" Padme asked.

"No, the republic doesn't exist out here. If they did, the hutts would not be able to have such a big slave community. They would still probably be able to have slaves, but most like us would have been freed. Some would slip under the raider, as the Hutts are cunning," Shmi said. Then she explained how if some other species got into power they could stop the slavery, or the planet became part of the republic.

"Oh. What are we going to do then?" Padmè asked, sounding distraught. "We don't want to endanger your daughter, Mrs Skywalker. We will find another way."

"Please! I want to help," Ana begged.

"I know. I don't like it, but you are destined to help them, I can see it now," Shmi said, smiling at her daughter, then she turned to the rest of the table. "She will help you."

Padmè looked horrified, and Qui-Gon couldn't help but smile. He knew this was endangering the child's life, but the force told him it would be alright, and as far as they could see, it was the only way: he trusted the force. Something told him she'd be alright.

Anna gave a small gleeful cry, happy she would be doing another podrace, presumably. Surely Watto would agree? He had nothing to lose, and wouldn't lose any money, so why not? As far as Anna could see, her competing would be all the better for the slave master, as if she even just completed a race she would become famous, and that would reflect back to him.

"Messa would like some more, please," Jar-Jar said, interrupting with silence. This was just after he had made a loud slurp, and done something quite disgusting. Padmè wanted to glare at him, but didn't, however, Ana had no problem with glaring at him.

"There's a little left," Shmi said, giving a small smile. She got up and quickly got the remainder of their meal and served it up to Jar-Jar, and then anyone else who wanted some. Artoo this entire time was with C-3PO, talking. C-3PO was learning all about the outside world, and other droids. He immediately started asking Ana why he didn't know all the languages in the galaxy, and again why he had wires showing.

Everyone laughed, then they started making plans about the podrace, convincing Watto, and what they were going to need to perfect the pod, or make it up to standard and to make sure it would get around the course.

If you can't guess, Alderaan is my favourite planet in the SW universe, pity we don't get to see more of it. Padmè and Ana will be good friends. Also, should Shmi and or Qui-Gon die in this story, or would you like me to spar them? And should I cover the Podrace? or just skim with as less detail as possible?

Peace! and don't ask for updates, because I have a schedule which I fit into my RL.