Epilogue: Shmi Skywalker
A Trandosian slave ship came out of hyperspace near Tattooine, the ship was loaded with two hundred slaves to sell at the Tattoine slave market. The ship also carried spice, death sticks, weapons, and mechanic parts. The slaves men, women, and aliens, were all huddled together in the cargo hold.
"Where am I…" Shmi asked sitting up.
"Are you alright?"
"Where am I?
"A Trandosian slave freighter bound for Tattooine…"
"How did I get here?" Shmi asked holding her head.
"Well… when they brought you aboard you were unconscious… You have been that way ever since they bought you aboard…" The man gave her something to drink. "What do you remember?"
"Nothing really…" She heaved and threw up, causeing those nearby to scatter. The guard watching the aliens spotted Shmi when she threw up and odered the med-droid.
"You are pregnant…" The droid declared.
"That is impossible…" She said.
"Well ma'am you are a month along…"
The ship landed in Anchorhead and after the cargo was unloaded the slaves were taken by land speeder to the open slave market. Shmi sat in disbelief as the lot numbers were called and the people bid on them. Her memories were still fuzzy and the last man she had a physical relationship with was over five years ago. ("How did I get pregnant?") she asked herself.
"Lot number one thirty-two…" When the auctioneer called her number Shmi almost jumped out of her skin. She sadly walked through the hallway that lead to the platform. "Human female age thirty… She is pregnant with a male… We will start the bidding at twenty-five hundred…"
"Buy her!" Gardolla the Hutt coldly said from her dias, overlooking the slave auction. She turned her enormous head towards her vizier. "I thought you said Jabba would be here…"
"That is what I was told mighty one…"
The bid for Shmi was all the way up to ten thousand and Gardolla won. Shmi was signed over to Gardolla that very day. Although she was a slave Shmi took joy in the fact that she was about to have a son. Nine months passed quickly and she gave birth to a healthy baby boy who she named Anakin after her great grandfather. When Anakin turned six, she lost him in a pod racing bet to Watto.