After leaving the archives, he was greeted by the mouse droids, who helped him with JN-66-37.
"'37 is alright. Madame Nu accepted him back. She was quite happy, so don't worry," he told the droids, who beeped happily.

"Well then. If you need help with something, you can always come to me," Anakin then offered and said his goodbyes.
As he went to go to the scrap-room, the mouse droids followed him.
"Guys, you can't just follow me. We all can get in trouble, when you don't work. They may even dispose of you," the young Padawan chided them. They made some sad noises, but hurried off, not wanting to get their new friend in trouble. Only one mouse droid stayed at Anakin's side, answering that they didn't have any task to do right now.
"But you still can't just follow me," Anakin tried to argue. He didn't want to get that little droid and himself in trouble, if some Master misinterpreted seeing them both together.
/No rule against it. Droids without task, not allowed to hinder other droids or living beings. Not allowed to leave the temple. No rules about following friend Anakin/, the droid answered in binary and whistled happily, as he circled the young Padawan.
Anakin sighed in defeat. "Just don't break any rules."

They arrived at the hangar and Anakin went straight to the scrap-room. Hopefully it wasn't already cleared. He didn't want to wait any longer before building the scanner. He didn't want to risk his Master noticing, when he came back.

"Padawan Skywalker?"
Anakin cringed slightly and turned, seeing Master Plo Koon come at him.
"Master Koon," Anakin greeted, bowing.

"Koh-to-yah, young Skywalker. I was wondering what you were doing. Heading to the scrap-room with a mouse droid," the Kel Dor replied.
"I… I wasn't abducting the droid, I swear," Anakin immediately going into the defensive, "They were just following me, because I helped them once."
"Peace, young Skywalker. I didn't want to imply anything. I was merely curious," Plo Koon tried to settle Anakin.
"Oh… I am sorry. I was hoping to find something I accidentally threw away with a project gone wrong. I was hoping it is still in the scrap-room. And this mouse droid offered to help me," Anakin told the Jedi Master.

Something in the force made him trust this Kel Dor. At least so much to tell him some truth of what he was doing.
"I see. Then I hope you find it soon. Tomorrow the room will be cleared," Master Koon answered, "I can help you, if you want."
"Oh, no. That is not necessary. My little friend will help me. I don't want to… to impose," Anakin answered immediately.

"You wouldn't Padawan. But when you don't want my help, I will accept your decision. Know, that you can always ask for help, young Padawan," Plo Koon accepted.
"I will. Thank you, Master Koon," Anakin replied, bowing in goodbye.

"Be careful."

In the scrap-room, Anakin looked to the mouse-droid. "Now, little one, I want to build a scanner. A handheld device, nothing big. Would you mind helping me find fitting parts?" he asked.
The droid didn't mind, being happy to help, and instantly begun to search.

"By the way, how are you called?", Anakin asked while searching.
/MSE-6-GD1/ the droid answered.
"MSE-6-GD1… How about Giddy for short?" he asked, and Giddy whistled happily. Then they continued silently.

It took time before Anakin decided that they had found enough and was sure that he didn't have to come back for new parts.
"Thank you for your help, Giddy," he said while storing all parts in the many pockets of his Jedi robes.

Together, they left and began their way to Anakin's quarters, as Giddy stopped. "Is something?" Anakin asked.
/New Task/ Giddy answered.
"Then off you go. Be careful, Giddy, and you and your friends are always welcome," Anakin replied.
Giddy, whistled happy, circled Anakin one last time and hurried away.

Back in the quarters, Anakin went to his workbench and begun to build a scanner.
He worked non-stop. Not eating, drinking, or sleeping. He didn't even realize how the time went by. Only as he finally finished the scanner and his eyes fell on the date at his data pad, he realized that he worked nearly fifty hours.
He blinked, as tiredness washed upon him. He closed his eyes and prepared himself to stand up.

After getting up, he needed to support himself at the wall, as dizziness came upon him.
Slowly he made his way to the kitchen, getting something easily to digest and put on water for a stomach calming tea. He knew how hard it was for the stomach to digest something after eating nothing for a long time. In the past, he was used to longer periods without food, but now his body was used to eat up to three meals a day.

He began to eat slowly and only small bites. Halfway through his meal, something slammed against the quarter door.
Anakin went to the door, opened it and saw nothing. He frowned as something bumped against his feet.
Looking down, he saw a mouse droid.
"Giddy," he exclaimed, smiling.
The small droid beeped his greetings.
/Questioned if friend Anakin having a bug or defect. Friend Anakin hasn't reacted to attempted communication in the last fifty-one hours, forty-six minutes and seventeen seconds/

"Oh, I am sorry, Giddy. I was building the scanner and didn't realize how the time went by. I am low on energy but fine in every other way," Anakin explained.
"What would you say, if I give you allowance to enter this quarters on your own?" Anakin asked. Giddy whistled happily.

Most droids in the temple could send a signal to open closed doors, since not every door had terminal access for droids. Every door needed a unique signal, like a key, to open.
Jedi could give specific droids access to their quarters. It was often used, if one was on a long mission and wanted a droid to clean their quarters, so they could come back to a dust free quarter.
Anakin went to the quarter's terminal. There he could control things like the temperature in their quarters or give droids access.
He looked up Giddy's register number and activated the entrée signal.
Shortly after, Giddy whistled a tune and at the terminal plopped up a message, to inform that the access was granted.
"Now you can always look for me, when you're worried," Anakin said to his little friend, who circled him making happy sounds.

/Friend Anakin should fuel up and go recharge now/ Giddy suggested.
"You are right. I'll finish my meal and go to bed," Anakin replied.

Again, his nightmare about slavery in the republic hunted Anakin and woke him up. Surprisingly it was morning, past sunrise, and he still felt tired. He rose from bed nonetheless and checked his data pad. There was a noticed that he had an appointment at the halls of healing for a check-up. Anakin checked the time and noticed that he had enough time until the appointment.
While changing, his eyes fell on his workbench and the scanner. He stopped, realizing that he hadn't tested the scanner yet.
Anakin hurried to the workbench and took the scanner. He activated it with trembling hands.
He scanned his body. First his limbs. Nothing. He knew that this wasn't good. Removing a chip from one limb was the least dangerous.
He still had the little hope, that his chip was gone with his right hand.
Then he went over his abdomen and worked his way up. He came to his chest when the scanner made a sound.
Anakin gulped. There was no way, that he could remove the chip from his chest area. He took a deep breath, then he increased the sensitivity of the scanner. Even when he knew that he couldn't remove the chip, he still wanted to know the exact position. Therefore, he continued his scan, until he could pinpoint the positions right under his left collarbone.

Anakin had to sit down. It was hard to control and hide his inner turmoil. Nobody should feel it. He couldn't risk the Jedi to suspect something.
Finally, he knew where his slave chip was. He was looking for it for so long. But he still felt devastated. He was glad that the chip wasn't over his heart, but it was still near it and over the upper part of his left lung. It probably was even nearer to heart, when he was younger.
He had heard that Gardulla the Hutt was one of the slavers who killed their slaves instantly when they didn't obey. She did it, even just for fun.
Most slavers just wanted to blow up a limb, making sure they didn't flee but could still be used.
Even knowing this, Anakin had hoped, especially since he had survived the implantation when he was no more than one-month-old.
Now he knew, but it couldn't stop there.
"When I can't remove it, I have to jam it. I still can make sure that the detonator's signal can't trigger the chip," he decided and stood up.

Anakin immediately went to work. There were enough parts to build a signal jammer. Building it was easy. The hard work was adjusting it. He couldn't risk it to interfere with other things like his comm. The safest thing would be to tune it to the specific signal, which could trigger the chip. But to find out what this signal was, he needed an even better scanner. For that scanner, he would need parts, he could not find in some scrap pile.
Anakin sighed. For now, he only could narrow down the range of the scanner. As small as possible, but as big as necessary.
He attached a leather band and hung it around his neck.
The young Padawan took a deep breath. He was safe for the time being.

The appointment in the halls of healing was short. They asked him how the pain and his movement was, then they examined the connection between prosthetics and flesh. After a short wait, he was told, that he could go back to his courses and even do light physical training. He wasn't allowed to spar with his classmates, and he had to stop when his arm felt sore. The healer seemed to feel Anakin's eagerness to go back to training, so they made him promise that he really would stop, when he felt sore or exhausted.

The first classes, he had, went uneventful. His classmates gave him some strange looks, but left him alone. Anakin was glad about his. He wanted to keep to himself, but he felt more lonely with each passing day. Sometimes he didn't speak for two days in a row.
In class Anakin never spoke much, but he went even more silent, only spoke when spoken to or when, he got the feeling that it would impact his grades too much. He didn't want the teachers to complain to Obi-Wan about his participation in class. He would do enough in class to satisfy the teachers and his Master. In order to talk as little as possible, he worked hard at his homework and silent work during classes so that he could make up for the little verbal commitment.

The time came, that Anakin had his first lesson in lightsaber combat, after going to the war. He was nervous. Since he began his lessons in lightsaber combat, Anakin hadn't such a long period not training, as with his injured arm. He knew that he wouldn't have forgotten everything, since it was only a few weeks, but still the anxiety stayed.
Nobody could deny that Anakin Skywalker was a prodigy in swordsmanship. He went from lessons with Younglings much younger than him, to lessons with Initiates his age.
First, he had a hard time with his age mates. They looked down on him, since he was the new and odd boy, but also since he hadn't a lightsaber yet. He had proved himself being better than most of them, but then they only thought of him as arrogant. It was better than being looked down.
Now he had a real lightsaber, but Anakin feared that he wasn't as good as before, since the lightsaber was still new to him, and he hadn't trained for some time.

Faster than he wanted, he stood in front of the door to the training halls.
Anakin hesitated before taking a deep breath and entering the halls.