Ah, hello readers that I do not know. ^-^' Like the notice in chapter one, this story has been taken over by an evil mastermind!...Um, no. I'm just kidding. It's only taken over by a weirdo. Anyways, I have some things to discuss. The person that originally started this story left tons of mistakes in my wake. Not only were there grammatical errors, but there were time changes from the actual movie and into this story. Like for instance, Anakin was brought into slavery when he was three, but hyper-girl made it so he was born into slavery. There's other things, but I hope they aren't TOO big for any gigantic changes to the plot I'm going to follow. :3

Anyways, read on.

OA: Eh, who are you?

Maniac: Oh, jeez...

OA: Answer me!

Maniac: I'm Me The Maniac.

OA: Where's Sya?

Maniac: You mean hyper-girl? She doesn't own this account anymore. In other words, she's basically dead. FF-wise.

OA: TT-TT No...Sya...

Maniac: But do you...Um...Want to carry out the traditional (and really stupid) saying of the disclaimer?

OA: Whatever...It won't bring back Sya...Maniac doesn't own Star Wars...And neither did...*sniff* Sya!

Maniac: Get a hold of yourself! How old are you? I know it's an age where you're supposed to act like an adult, so don't toy with me!

OA: TT-TT Why must you be so...Mean?

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Rise Above This
IIII -- Mute

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"It wouldn't have lasted long anyways if I wasn't good at building things." Out of Sya's peripheral vision, she saw Padme nod along as Anakin told his story about how he had fixed a droid that someone that was supposedly 'extremely gifted in mechanics' couldn't handle. Sya had heard the story before. In fact, she had seen him work on it herself.

That's probably why watching that idiot named 'Jar-Jar' stumble around appealed to her more.

Sya giggled slightly as she watched Jar-Jar fumble clumsily around with all the things he had in his hands.

"Oh no! Ah!" Sya frowned a bit as she watched a tall man come into the room, quickly say something that she couldn't quite catch, and then leave the other way without stopping. She raised an eyebrow and turned her head to the side; successfully giving off a completely adorable look that could only be pulled off by a young child. She looked at Padme, who was waving at her and Anakin.

"I'm glad to have met you Anakin and Syakichi." Sya nodded back, silent and mute. She thought that Ani wasn't going to say anything either until he suddenly yelled.

"It was nice to have met you too!"

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"Hey...Ani?"

"Yeah?"

"Isn't that...The one that kept on touching everything in the shop?"

"Yeah, it is!"

"He's getting picked on by the neighborhood bully..."

"..."

"Ani!"

"I'm going, I'm going. I just wanted to do something first!"

"Yeah, whatever..." Sya huffed as she and Anakin walked over to Jar-Jar; who was at the moment being choked by Subulba. Sya stood beside Ani as he talked Subulba out from harming Jar-Jar, who gave a surprised squeak after being let go. She turned her head, and to her own shock, she saw the tall man come up to them.

"Hi!" Anakin said politely.

"Hi."

"Your buddy here was about to be turned into orange goo. He picked a fight with a Dug. An especially dangerous Dug called Subulba." Sya watched as Jar-Jar got up and said something in a voice that she couldn't quite understand. She knew it was in a language she understood, but it was quite...hard to listen correctly.

"Nevertheless, the boy is right. You head into too much trouble." He turned to Anakin. "Thanks my young friend." As the tall man walked away, Sya and Ani shared a glance before following after.

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"I feel a sandstorm brewin', Ani! You better head in, quick!" Sya glanced at the women who had been speaking and back at the group that she and Ani had been obviously tailing for the past thirty minutes. Sya nodded.

"We better go..." She mumbled. One thing about Sya? She was extremely shy around strangers. She was like this because Anakin's so-called 'friends' had always verbally abused her. It wasn't that bad or anything. At least the words didn't physically hurt her. It left a small wound somewhere in her heart, though.

Anakin – who had heard her from standing directly next to her – nodded and turned to the odd trio.

"Do you have shelter?" Sya disconnected from the mini-conversation and turned away to look at the numerous people scramble to head in their homes. As Sya desperately tried to untie from their talking, she heard them anyways.

"We'll head back to our ship."

"Is it far?"

"It's on the outskirts."

"You'll never reach the outskirts in time!" She walked with them as they started heading in the direction to her home. "Sandstorms are very, very dangerous. Come on! I'll take you to my place!" As Sya, Ani, and the other three started getting closer to their home, it started getting windier and harder to see. They had to start using their hands as cover-ups for their eyes. Sya was glad that they were almost there. Otherwise, they probably wouldn't have made it back.

"Mom! Mom, we're home!" As usual, Syakichi let Anakin do the talking. Usually she'd be chatting up a storm bigger than the one outside, but guests were here. She just simply didn't want to say anything stupid. As her Aunt Shmi walked through the doorway and into the area by the door, Ani spoke again.

"Mom, these are my new friends." Sya pouted slightly. She felt uncomfortable with these people. Would they have to be her friends too? Most likely not since Anakin's friends weren't her friends. But...Sya knew she had to give them a try. They hadn't shot her any rude looks. No scowls. Padme was nice when they had talked to each other. Maybe it was the tall man?

He had been giving off an air of power ever since she had seen him. It was slightly frightening, but Sya could now tell that he was kind.

All Sya had to do now was make sure her voice wouldn't crack when she spoke.

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"You try and run away and...BOOM!" Sya shuddered as Anakin created an image in her mind about the transmitter that was placed in every slaves' body and how it didn't allow you to run away. Sya just didn't like to think about it. About how she couldn't get away from this place.

"I can't believe there is still slavery in the Galaxy! There are Republic anti-slavery laws-"

"The Republic doesn't exist out here. We must survive on our own." Sya sighed as she rested her elbow on the table an let her head place itself on her hand. Slavery was...To evil. To unkind. The topic was quite disturbing, really. Sya would have been even more depressed if Jar-Jar hadn't rudely swallowed something with his frog-like tongue; effectively making her giggle. Everyone started looking at her and she turned pink from embarrassment, but the man that she now knew as Qui-Gon only smiled; amused at her antics. She smiled slightly. Not a smile that was directed back at him, but just a smile. He wasn't her enemy!

As if to break the silence, Anakin spoke.

"Has...anyone ever seen a pod race?"

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And...chappie number four is finished. If you see anything wrong, please tell me. I didn't really like writing this chapter because I had to watch the movie while writing and most of the dialogue was copied, but I'd like feedback. If I get any terms and stuff wrong, I'd like to know. I'm not up to speed with the stuff that's going on in the Star Wars universe...Mainly saying, I have no clue what they call everything.

OA: Well, if someone doesn't know this stuff, then they shouldn't really be writing this story, should they?!

Maniac: Quit treating me like I murdered your best friend or something. I didn't do anything, you weirdo...

OA: You did murder my best friend! Sya will never come back to talk with me! Ever!

Maniac: She left this account on her own. She basically committed suicide.

OA: Well...I bet it was your fault.

Maniac: Oh, jeez...I'm not going to even deal with this anymore.

PLEASE REVIEW ON YOUR WAY OUT OF THE STORY. IT WILL MAKE THE NEW AUTHOR HAPPY. REALLY, IT WILL.