Author - fistofthedarklord (from the Jedi Council forums)
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Shmi,

You really have to get ahold of yourself. So...Qui-Gon tells you 'He will be a great Jedi', 'He'll carry a big lightsaber' He'll be able to use the bleeping force, and you go: Take my baby! Take him! Quick! Now how exactly do you expect us to reconcile and get this family back together when you actually willingly give members away and thus KEEPING US APART! Now that you mention my selling you into slavery all those years back, pregnant (I know, I was aware of that then and I'm aware of that now) with child, let me review the entire scenario upon which you were sold. I was knocked down by Serion-Genn the Tusken Raider (he's chief now in the area), a knife held to my throat by another, blood running down my face as I heard the children screaming. A Mandalorain bounty hunter who I later found out was Jango Fett had you and the children tied up and in the back of that cart. And the whole time I was beaten senselessly I could hear Gardulla saying, "You lost your bet, Cliegg. I will have my money or take the equal weight of the gold you owe me in pounds of flesh from your wife and children's hearts. The choice is yours." So what do I do: I fall on my knees and blubber. "Please don't take my children, my wife. They're my heart. They're all I live for. I'll pay you back. I promise!" And did the Hutt say,"You have two weeks time?" or, "See that you do?" like every other Hutt likely would have done? No. He says,"I will have my reward now or your wife will be ravaged and her child ripped from her belly as I will have my pounds of flesh." So I say, "Wait! Instead...I'll GIVE YOU my wife. Look at her. She's beautiful. It would be such a waste to let her die. Can't you see? And her child will make a fine servant for you when he's older. After all he comes from a family of reknowned fighters." Gardulla simply laughed his head off, he was sending two raiders off to gut the kids when at last I submit myself to a life debt. As in if he wouldn't kill the kids, I would submit myself to working his moisture farms for the rest of my life. I'm no freer than you Shmi. No man would call me slave but in a way I am. What about OUR moisture farm you might say? Well, now that's GARDULLA's moisture farm and every time I make any money off of it, seventy five percent of it goes to Gardula. That is why a poor farmer likes me has to work his fingers to the bone and yet is barely able to provide for the only two children he has left. And that is why he, me, has been unable to buy back you or Anakin. And this is all happened when you just had to insult Serion-Genn after he kicked Rhun. I know, he was an animal. I would have torn him apart had you waited 'til I got home and you told me. But you had to jump on him didn't you. All he had wanted was to trade pelts for water when Rhun spat on him. I could have taken care of everything, woman. EVERYTHING! I've gone through hell that you don't go through even in your slave life. And I do it for you, for the kids. So before you in your self righteous way lamblast me saying I 'auctioned you off' you take another think, woman!

Yes you can be shot whatever job you have in this blasted galaxy, yes no matter where you go there is danger. Evil. Despair. But you don't go out looking for it! Its there for you to deal with or avoid. Jedi jump into battle and swat about lasers. I know! My father did that. He told me terrible stories about situations where he had to wade through filthy terrains not having eaten for days having to try and bat lasers shot at him by Space-guerrilas. And you chose that for our son! How dare you woman. Now Rhun is in critical condition. The doctors say he might die. Now I don't know how we're going to get by. And at this time Lowdun is at the back of my mind. I'm too weighed down with worry. I'm coming over to see you.

-Cliegg