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AN: Here's chapter 4! Sorry for the delay. I've unfortunately had less time to write lately. Thanks for all the great reviews and amazing response to this new story. I'm glad everyone seems to be as excited about it as I am. And just a reminder, 3 years have passed since the events in chapter 3. Enjoy this new installment and let me know what you think!

Force Jumper

Chapter 5: Arrival on Mandalore

"So, my old friend is going to pay you a visit?" Dooku asked from his ship's comm.

"Yes, he should be here any time today," Jango replied.

"My ship is currently at least two day's journey from Mandalore. I trust for the amount of money wired into your account this morning will ensure you remain quiet about my visit and see that they stay for at least a few days," Dooku stated.

"Consider it done," Jango responded, as Dooku noticed the toddler in the background.

"I see you have acquired a clone of your own to raise," Dooku mentioned. Jango smirked with pride.

"What can I say? I need an heir and this way, I can make sure mine is the only blood running through his veins," Jango replied.

"You think like a Sith," Dooku said.

"Not really. I think like a Mandalorian and only a pureblooded Mandalorian can lead our people to true victory one day," Jango explained.

"Very well. I will arrive in the next few days and carry out my mission. See that your end remains in order as well," Dooku ordered, as the transmission went dark. Jango shut his off as well.

"Come along Boba, we will have guests arriving soon so it's best that we clean up," Jango said, as he took his son into the bedroom.

Anakin used the small tool to finish fusing the wiring together in the small device he had invented. If it worked as he designed it to, then it would be a game changer.

"How's it coming?" Quinlan asked.

"I think it's ready. All that I have to do next time I rescue any slaves is test it. I can wait until I have their masters subdued and that way, if it doesn't work for some reason, I can still get them somewhere safe. But I'm pretty sure it's going to work," Anakin replied.

"That's good. Maybe we'll get the chance to test it out on Mandalore, since we're going to be there for a few days," Quinlan suggested.

"But I thought slavery was illegal on Mandalore and the Republic as a whole," Anakin stated.

"It is, but you can still find pockets of all kinds of illegal activity if you look in the right places on any Republic world and Mandalore is no exception. Coruscant is the perfect example. It may be the Capital of the free galaxy, but if you know where to go, you'll find just about any illegal act you can imagine. Spices, prostitution, and slavery are at the top of the list, because the profit is so good that most sleamos are willing to take the risks to rake in the amount of credits they can make," Quinlan explained.

"But don't the Jedi stop any of it, specifically on Coruscant?" Anakin asked, appalled. Quinlan simply shrugged.

"Some. But they mostly leave that work to the regular law enforcement, who are over worked, under paid, under manned, and just plain outgunned. The Jedi usually reserve themselves for whatever the Senate mandates for them," Quinlan responded.

"And I'm sure they'd rather ugly things like slavery and the people that suffer because of it would go away," Anakin spat bitterly. Quinlan nodded.

"Not everyone in the Senate thinks like that, though I know if seems that way. But one thing is clear and that's surely that the path you've chosen, this path to put an end to slavery bit by bit, will be a huge undertaking, possibly one that will take a lifetime," Quinlan said. Anakin looked up at him and saw the smile that followed his statement.

"I can't think of a more noble thing to devote your life to and you're not going to do it alone," Quinlan promised. Anakin smiled.

"Thanks Master," he replied.

"And I have a feeling that this girl you're so crazy about will find it just as noble. And girls go crazy for heroes," Quinlan said, as he playfully elbowed Anakin in the ribs, enjoying the fierce blush that now tinted his cheeks.

"Master…" he complained in embarrassment.

"She's a Queen. I highly doubt she'll ever think of me in the way I think of her," Anakin said with doubt in his voice.

"Never say never. You're a kid now, but that's temporary. Five years seems like a lot now, but when you're in your twenties, suddenly, it won't be such a big deal. You'll see," Quinlan promised, as he patted him on the back.

"Come on, let's go get some grub in the kitchen," Quinlan said.

"You're not going to try and cook again, are you?" Anakin joked. Quinlan scoffed.

"I know my cooking tastes like feet, but you don't have to make fun of it every chance you get. Master Sifo does enough of that," Quinlan quipped, as they headed to the ship's kitchenette.

The young male Force jumper gallivanted through the Felucian marshes, jumping from tree to tree, as the Xal'Kaar's electrified cables shot out around him wildly. They were gaining and he had to do something fast or they would catch him. He had been hunted many times before by the Xal'Kaar, but unfortunately, this was his first encounter with the legendary Mace Windu, who was very well known and feared among all Force jumpers. And unfortunately, his first encounter with Mace Windu would be his last ever. Out of no where, he saw the bald, dark skinned Jedi fire his gauntlet like weapon from his peripheral vision. The cable wrapped around his waist and he cried out in agony, as electricity coursed violently through his entire body. Windu jerked the cable and slammed the young man into the nearest tree, instantly inflicting a serious head wound upon impact. Two of his followers flanked him and picked the convulsing man up and secured the cables tightly around the tree. Mace Windu was silent for a moment, as he drew his ceremonial vibro blade from the scabbard on his belt, which hung parallel to his Jedi weapon on the other hip.

"Tell me…in your exploits across the galaxy, have you encountered others of your kind?" Mace questioned.

"Why the hell do you care?" the young man spat. Mace's subordinates began beating the young man until Mace stopped them by simply raising his hand.

"Answer the question," Mace ordered.

"I run into someone like me, from time to time," he replied, struggling to talk through the pain.

"Have you ever come across a boy with your powers. He's human and would probably be about thirteen now. You would remember him, because he would have been extraordinarily powerful, even for one of your kind," Mace questioned.

"No, I haven't seen any kids lately," he spat in pain. Unconvinced, Mace put his hand on the young man's forehead, before using the Force to unleash a mind probe and pry into his thoughts. The prisoner cried out in immense agony, as his screams echoed through the marshes. Once Mace was satisfied with his search, he removed his hand and ceased using the probe.

"You were telling the truth, but I had to make sure, because your kind lies and thieves," Mace spat in disgust, as he raised his blade.

"No one should have your power. Only Gods and the Force can be anywhere in the blink of an eye. Not you. You're an abomination…an infection in the Force. And we eradicate your kind," Mace spat, as he thrust his blade into the young man's gut. He made a quick, precise cut upward, striking the heart and killing the young man's pained screams, as he took his final breath. His head fell forward and he was immediately cut down. The Xal'Kaar subordinates, working like a well oiled machine, quickly built a fire and within minutes, were burning the remains, as Mace Windu returned to his ship. He was frustrated on one hand that the Force jumper he sought so eagerly continued to evade him without a trace, but he also felt satisfaction at the fact that he had eradicated yet another abomination.

"You won't elude me forever…Skywalker. I will find you and whoever is helping you and then I will eradicate you as well," Mace said under his breath, as he took his ship up into the atmosphere, trusting his subordinates to completely clean up all evidence of what had just occurred.

Jango waited with Boba beside him, as his guests disembarked. He expected the another middle aged man to be with Sifo-Dyas, but he wasn't expecting a boy to be with them.

"Master Dyas, it's been a while," Jango greeted.

"Yes, you're looking well and it seems you've been busy," Sifo greeted, indicating the small, shy child that was peering out from behind Jango's leg.

"Seems like I'm not the only one," Jango replied, indicating Anakin.

"This is my son Boba," Jango introduced.

"This is my friend Quinlan Vos and our young friend Anakin," Sifo replied.

"It's good to meet you both," Jango said, as he extended his hand. Quinlan observed him carefully, as he shook his hand. Following Master Quin's example, he shook Jango's hand as well and waved at the small boy. Being that Anakin was much smaller in size compared to the other strangers, Boba felt much less afraid of Anakin.

"Hi," Boba said. Anakin smiled.

"Hi," Anakin greeted.

"I'll show you back to my place," Jango said, as he led them along the streets of the bustling marketplace.

"I was surprised to see that you had returned to Mandalore. I assume the Kaminoans have all they need from you?" Sifo-Dyas asked.

"For now. I'm sure I'll need to return there in a year or so to give more samples. But for now, they have what they need so I decided to bring Boba home," Jango replied.

"Yes, I was quite surprised to see that you now have a child of your own," Sifo-Dyas mentioned.

"Most are, but the Mandalorian race deserves to be preserved in the purest form. But it seems that I'm not the only one raising a young impressionable mind," Jango replied.

"Yes, Anakin is a very gifted boy with unique abilities and powers. I am seeing to it that he is fully trained in all aspects of combat," Sifo replied. Jango smirked.

"Let me guess, the kid was too "old" to be trained as a Jedi," Jango said.

"Yes, but Anakin's unique abilities are not limited to his Force abilities," Sifo answered.

"I'm not sure I follow," Jango responded.

"For Anakin's protection, I'd like to keep that part quiet for now. Let's just say that Quinlan handles that part of his training, but I wouldn't mind if Anakin received some hand to hand combat training from you, if you're willing," Sifo said.

"I'm not going to be training my own future executioner, am I?" Jango questioned. Sifo chuckled.

"Nothing like that, unless you somehow become involved in slaving," Sifo replied. Jango looked at him strangely.

"Anakin was a slave until he was ten and so he now uses his abilities to take on slave traders as his personal mission," Sifo explained.

"So you want him to learn how to fight with more than just a light saber," Jango replied.

"Exactly," Sifo replied.

"All right, I'll work with him in the morning," Jango agreed. This was the perfect way to make sure the old fool stayed around long enough for Lord Tyrannus to arrive.

Anakin and Quinlan walked through the streets of the Mandalore marketplace, slowly making their way into the slums. It was here that they would find the illegal activity they sought to stop. But the problem was that they would encounter danger in every crevice as well. Quinlan looked down at his young protégé and though he could sense his slight nervousness through the Force, he had to admit that Anakin was amazingly brave for one so young. Anakin experienced the same emotions as everyone did before entering into a dangerous situation where a fight would likely ensue. Fear, apprehension, and even anticipation were all normal emotions to experience. A Jedi learned from an early age to release these emotions into the Force. And they had taught Anakin to do this, which he did, most of the time. But Anakin was very unique and seemed to thrive on his emotions. However, they also proved to be a detriment at times, as the boy was unable to let go of those that couldn't be saved. He still had a lot of trouble accepting his mother's death and controlling his emotions was a constant struggle for him. It worried Quinlan at times, but he was a good person who wanted to help so many. The right guidance was what he needed and exactly what they provided for him. But Anakin was ready for what was to come, almost like he was born for this and Quinlan was convinced that the gifted young man was.

They ignored the prostitutes that milled about in the alleyway and their propositioning and eventually saw a shady fellow on the corner.

"Hey, wanna buy some death sticks?" he asked gruffly. Quinlan stopped and surveyed him. From what he sensed, this man was a low life spice runner, but likely less dangerous than many other high end dealers. And it was usually the ones like him who traversed the slums that knew the most information.

"We don't want your product, but we'll pay for information," Quinlan said, as he opened his palm, revealing some credits.

"Information isn't cheap," he replied. Quinlan smirked and pulled out a few more credits to sweeten the deal. The crook smirked.

"What do you want to know?" he asked.

"Where would a person go if they wanted to…sell something," Quinlan asked. The man chuckled.

"Depending on what the merchandise is," he replied. Quinlan's eyes looked down at Anakin and the man picked up on it.

"Oh, I see. If you're looking for flesh merchandise, then the place you need is two blocks around the next right corner. It's not marked well, but you'll know it and they'll give you a good price for a pretty brat like that one," the man sneered.

"Thank you. Come along kid. You're about to get a new Master," Quinlan said, as he pretended to pull Anakin along forcibly. Once they were out of sight, Quinlan let go of his arm and ruffled his hair playfully.

"You're sure that gadget of yours is going to work?" Quinlan asked. Anakin nodded.

"Ninety-nine point nine percent positive. If it doesn't, I'll know, and we'll have to improvise," Anakin replied. Quinlan smirked.

"Good thing improvising is our specialty then," Quinlan replied, as they spotted the dingy place just ahead. They stepped inside and it was about what they expected. Sleazy men knocking back drinks and scantily clad, chained young women being forced to dance or being taken into the back rooms by paying customers. It was your typical brothel run by a slave owner. Quinlan quickly spotted the man that looked like he was in charge and he had quickly spotted them.

"I don't believe I've seen you around these parts before," the bearded, well built man said as he approached.

"I'm just passing through and looking to sell this one. I picked him up on the last system and thought he might sell for a pretty credit," Quinlan lied. The man's eyes traveled to the thirteen-year-old boy next to him.

"Most of my clients prefer females, but I have ones always looking for young boys. Let's step into my office in back and make a deal," he said, as he led them into the back.

"So all these slaves belong to you?" Quinlan asked. The man chuckled.

"Yeah, they're all my whores and not to brag, but I make a killing off my girls. Unfortunately, I have a lot of rough customers so I'm a frequent purchaser on the market," the man said. Anakin's blood boiled, as he listened to the man talk about the slaves he owned like they were simply property to be used and then thrown away like they were garbage. They needed someone to stand up for them and say that it wasn't okay to treat people this way. And he was going to be just what they needed.

"That's unfortunate," Quinlan said. The man chuckled evilly.

"Maybe for them," he replied.

"Actually, I meant unfortunate for you," Quinlan said, as he used a Force to push to thrust the man back against the wall. He hit, stunning him for a moment, before he drew his blaster.

"What the hell is this?" he bellowed.

"Slavery is evil and we're here to stop you," Anakin announced. The man chuckled.

"Too bad you'll be too dead to stop me," he snarled, as he fired his blaster. Faster than he could blink, the two of them ignited their light sabers, deflecting the shots. Quinlan advanced on him and punched him in the face, before giving him a strong sleep suggestion through the Force, causing him to lose consciousness. Anakin turned him over and placed the binders on him. He glared at the evil man, wanting him to suffer like the slaves he owned had.

"Easy Anakin, that isn't the way to do this. If we kill him in anger, then we're no better than he is," Quinlan reminded. Anakin exhaled deeply and stood up. Quinlan put a hand on his shoulder.

"I know that he deserves to suffer, but we can't show him the same cruelty that he has shown others. We're better than that," Quinlan reminded. Anakin nodded, as he pushed his anger aside.

The ruckus was heard and several of the man's employees came back to see what was going on.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" one man called angrily. Another spotted their light sabers and immediately called out to the patrons.

"We got Jedi!" he called. This caused a few to flee and others to join the ensuing fight.

"Get this one! He's just a kid," one called, as several of the men descended on Anakin. But some of the ones who lunged at him stumbled forward, as the boy suddenly disappeared into thin air.

"What the...where did he go?" one called, as they looked around in confusion. He appeared behind them and kicked two men forward. Those that weren't knocked down turned and advanced on him, but he disappeared yet again, flabbergasting them all.

"Forget that little freak and get him," Quinlan heard one of them say. He smirked and let them get close, before he compounded their frustration and disappeared too. He and Anakin both reappeared together in front of the unconscious and cuffed ring leader.

"You think they're mad?" he asked sarcastically.

"Maybe just a little," Anakin quipped.

"Let's end this and get those girls freed," Quinlan said. Anakin nodded, as they fazed out again, before reappearing again and taking two more out with Force pushes. Blaster fire rang out and they drew their light sabers, blocking the barrage of fire. A few unfortunate ones were killed by their own blaster bolts that were deflected back to them. Making quick work of the thugs, they put binders on the ones that were still alive and rounded them up.

"There. Once we're out of here with the girls, we'll place an anonymous comm call to the local authorities to come pick up the trash," Quinlan said.

"That went pretty smoothly," Anakin replied. Quinlan ruffled his hair.

"Yeah, but don't get cocky. This was a pretty small time operation. They're only going to get more challenging," Quinlan reminded. Anakin nodded, as they went out to find many frightened girls, who had quickly clustered together.

"It's all right, we're not going to hurt you. We were after the scum in there and now we're here to free you," Quinlan explained. The slave girls all looked at him like he had grown three Bantha heads.

"We want to get you all back to your homes. You're free now," Quinlan reiterated.

"Don't listen to him! It's a trick!" one girl called.

"It's not a trick. We promise," Anakin replied, as he readied his device.

"You might not believe this, but I used to be a slave too. Then I was freed and I built this device so I could free other slaves. If this works, then you all should feel a twinge where you're chip is," Anakin said, as his device registered the frequency on the chips.

"Here goes nothing," Anakin said, as he initiated the frequency termination sequence. The girls all gasped, as they each felt the twinge that the boy had promised. Anakin grinned widely at Quinlan.

"It worked! It killed the frequency in their chips!" Anakin exclaimed in excitement. Quinlan smiled at him.

"Good work kid. Time to relocate them. Does anyone remember where they came from?" Quinlan asked.

"A few do, but many of us were born into slavery. We know nothing else, we have no families or homes," she said.

"I know a really nice planet that has shelters that take in people that have no where else to go. They help people get jobs and get back on their feet. It's a really beautiful planet, so I doubt you'll ever want to leave," Anakin said.

"I know the place Anakin is talking about and he's right. They have a beautiful Queen too, don't they Ani?" Quinlan teased, watching his padawan's cheeks redden.

"How do we get to this place from here?" a girl asked.

"That's the easy part. Just tell me where I need to go first," Anakin said.

"I came from Corellia," one young girl spoke up.

"Okay, everyone join hands tightly and close your eyes," Quinlan instructed. Reluctantly, they did so. Quinlan and Anakin took a hand of a girl and Anakin focused. In an instant, all of them disappeared…

In the next chapter, Quinlan and Anakin return from their relocation mission and the next morning, Anakin spars with Jango Fett. Anakin also becomes fond of young Boba, but when the illustrious Count Dooku ambushes them, battle ensues and they learn a shocking secret about the Count of Serenno.