Disclaimer:
Mr. George? I finally dared to enter your sandbox, don't worry, J.K. is holding my hand… you know what I mean. I am still doing this for free.
An: The preview comes from my Story Using The Force in Star Trek? It is a fun, well-written gem of a story, even if I say so myself.
Bottom line is that Anakin is born with the magic and memories from the Old Guy and Tom's Magic, in the first story Trust the Force Harry. I know, it is a Theme thing.
Preview:
I heard: "I call him Anakin, like his father."
That is a stupid name, really? My name is Harry, and we are in Star Trek, Alice… Alice? Why the fuck is someone slapping my ass? Bloody fuck! That hurts! I opened my eyes, it all was a blur to me, another slap made me shout in protest, they may do some SM, but in bloody moderation! Drugging me and tanning my butt cheeks is going too far!
"Ah, that is a healthy voice, we will register your child, he will receive his slave chip in three months. You are relieved from duty for that period."
Slowly it became clear, I am a bloody baby? Haven't I done this before?… Anakin? SON OF A BITCH!
1 Hot! Bloody hot!
Those naffers put me in Star Wars? Worse, in Anakin? He is a trouble magnet of the worst degree! I stopped thinking when Mum shoved her tit in my face. The taste of warm milk is not one of my favorites, but I have to suck it up for now… irony or sarcasm? Meh.
I reckon I have nine years to prepare, two of them are useless… hmm, from what age are we forced to work? In some regions on Earth, they start as early as four or five, well, most of them are orphans or abandoned, still, I am facing hard times.
Memories seeped in on how I handled it before, huh? I was a baby before this? When did that happen? Slowly my time in Westeros unlocked, especially how I survived Fleabottom. The dangers are different here though, no Varys to see if you are the bastard of Robert, but Jedi and Sith looking for kids to brainwash. At least I am armed with the knowledge of how to survive this mess.
During the first months, I limited myself to using only Magic at my meals, a quick Gemino spell on every mouthful provided enough to satisfy my hunger, that way, Mum got enough milk to help another mother out with a twin. It got her a lot of goodwill from the rest of the slaves.
When it was time to eat solid food, a small transfiguration made my food more nutritious, but looking the same. Transfigurations only last a day or two, but that is enough to digest the nutrients from Gemino-spelled food. For every mouthful it doubled, it even made me watch out for getting overweight. Every chance I got, I did the same for Mum. The result was a big healthy kid and a healthy mum.
Mother is a skilled mechanic, and I watched her all the time, trying to learn how all that stuff works, I have vague memories of Star ships but they are fading, no matter how I try to keep them in my mindscape, they slip away, my time in Westeros however became more clear every day.
From day one, I started to meditate and try to shield my Magic and hopefully my Force. Mother is working for a big slug named Gardulla, not that we saw a lot of him, we spent most of our time living in the repair shop. I decided it was best not to help Mum out, making her too valuable will prevent Watto to win us in a bet. Al I have to do is wait and learn until I am three years old.
Xxxxx
Finally! Gardulla lost a bet with Watto, Mum and I changed ownership, from a big slug to an overgrown Doxy with an ugly nose… it is not much of an upgrade if you ask me. I made my first task to ward the property to hide my Magic. I managed to feel the Force too, I let it guide me to select the wards to hide it too. For the first time in this world, I feel safe.
Now I have two years to make myself useful to that flying smurf with the ugly nose.
Mum is the first hurdle: "Mum? I want to help, can I? Can I? I can clean things for you. Can I? Can I? Cleaning things is not difficult. Can I? Can… thanks, Mum."
Starting slow, and building it up, vanishing the dirt from the parts for a month got me in her good books, small things got a reparo on top, and three months later I am repairing stuff next to Mum.
She already noticed my Magic and warned me: "Ani, never use the Force when someone is around. They will take you away if they found out."
I nodded: "I won't even do it when Watto is watching, Mum."
Smi sighed: "That is a good idea, Ani, he might sell you to Force users, and not all of them are good ones."
I smiled at Mother: "I'll be a mechanic like you, so we can stay together. Watto will not want to sell us because we are so good."
Smi smiled sadly: "We can't control our fate Ani, we can only hope for the best."
Working for Watto in his junkyard is educational, by repairing stuff I recognized a lot of their functions, as if I worked with them before, it made me curse the naffers that blocked those memories. What use are memories from a kid that is swinging a hammer to bash some medieval barbarians? None, I agree.
Every once in a while, I asked Watto if I can have a piece of junk, the Force was telling me to ask it, don't ask me why or how I just know it.
Watto looked at the piece of junk and nodded: "You can have it boy, but you better start working harder."
Wtf? That fat blue hummingbird… somethinghy is asking a three-year-old to work harder? If I didn't need the creep, he would be looking like a Tinkerbell… no, that would be an upgrade.
I pretended to be enthusiastic and nodded vigorously: "Thanks Watto, I'll work very hard! You better believe it!"
Huh? I am channelizing Naruto? I better stop that, it would be bad for my health if I ever end up there. Positive thoughts, clear the mind from all things blond with whiskers… Ah, it is gone.
Xxxxx
The house Mum and I live in used to be from the mother of the previous owner, being the only slaves he owned, we were allowed to live there. Which is better than a corner in the workshop, believe me, I know. It is definitively better than Fleabottom in Kings Landing.
I learned a lot of new things by studying the parts; Hyperdrives, shield generators, droids, even laser cannons. An old cockpit of a broken-down cargo YT ship made me recognize the position in the ship of the different parts I repaired so far. It is like a freaking Lego game.
The parts are all plug-and-play, you can combine endlessly if you stay with the same constructor. Like the Corellian Spaceships have all the same outlets for their parts, no matter how old or new your ship is. The most disappointing part? The small Star Wars spaceships are butt ugly! They look like something the A-team jammed together in a workshop. Take that Millennium Falcon for example, the cockpit of that thing is sticking out at the side; flying that contraption must be a nightmare. Landing it most definitively is.
But, that is me nitpicking. I found the other parts of that Cargo YT spread around through the yard, all of the useful stuff was already removed, but still, I learned a lot from it. Repairing spaceships is out of my reach right now, repairing vaporators for moisture farms is my main job, also repairing droids.
My reparo spell works best when I have two damaged vaporators, and do a reparo on one of them. I have to damage the vaporator afterward to make it look secondhand. I can repair six vaporators with one spare. As long as the items were originally the same, the spell takes substance from the spare to replace the missing parts. Mum is still amazed when I do the spell, even after months.
We warded a corner of the workshop with notice-me-nots and compulsion wards to look somewhere else and forget about this corner. This corner is where I do most of my Magic. Mum trusts me completely, she thinks I am some kind of Force miracle because she doesn't remember getting fucked. Come to think of it, there must be a lot of Force miracles on Earth. They even designed a drug for it.
But, Mum is happy by thinking the Force fucked her in her sleep, I let her think that of course. Telling her she got shagged by a Jedi and obliviated after the fun, it will ruin her view of me. We can't have that.
Our work made Watto's repair shop becoming famous for its quality, people even brought bigger items in for repair, speeders and engines of all kinds. With no spare parts of the same kind, the reparo spell got harder to do, I solved it by transfiguring a piece of metal in the shape of the part I want to repair.
To keep up appearances that we did everything the normal way, we took our time to do the job, Mum got 5% of the profits from Watto, with a maximum of a month's wager of a normal mechanic. To spoil me, she spent a big part of that money on engineering books and manuals for me to study, after she noticed my interest in it. Having a mindscape helped a lot with understanding this new technology, it is not an eidetic memory, but it comes close to it.
Xxxxx
It was my fifth name day, Watto acknowledged our talents, so he kept us out of his idiotic bets, he lost more than he ever won, I bet the Force must have helped him to win us. Well, I am happy, Mum is happy, the flying smurf is reasonably happy, whatever can go wrong?
I knew I jinxed it! Jabba the slug took an interest in Watto's shop, he started to send his junk to us and expected prime quality back. When we looked at the pile of junk I asked Watto: "How can we repair this? What was it before? To fix this will cost you more than a new one!"
Watto grumbled: "Not fixing this will end you in the stomach of a Rancor, snotty brat, so get on it."
That is like walking into a barbershop with a picture of Brad Fucking Pit and saying: "I want that hairdo." All the while you are on the way to look like Jean-Luc Picard or that Professor X… same actor, I keep forgetting that.
Mum sighed and said: "We go one at a time, Ani, we set the worst pieces apart, and start with what we can salvage. We better not do too good of a job, or they will get suspicious. I bet this is a test."
In the end, we managed to repair some of the stuff, I did some minor repairs to maintain our quality but kept it low profile. I hope it is enough to keep us out of that Rancor's stomach. In the end, we managed to repair three speeders and two of those flying motorcycles. We could not recognize the rest.
Watto came to inspect the results and nodded: "Acceptable, expect more work to come from Jabba. His majordomo Bib Fortuna is the man to do the deals with. You better show him respect, his word can get you to be Rancor food too."
The day after, a new pile of junk was delivered, this time we could even recognize some of it. Those bastards are working Mum to the bone!
At home, I showed Mum something new: "Mum, I have this ability that I can duplicate food and water, see this pallie fruit? Now we have three of them, see Mum? I can do this with water too. From now on we don't have to worry about food or water."
Smi looked at me and asked: "How long have you been doing this, Ani?"
Hmm, I better be a bit honestich: "For as long as I can remember, Mum, when I noticed what I was doing, I saw that nobody else could do that, so I kept it quiet. Watto fed us enough, so I didn't have to do this here, but this way we can save some money. Maybe even enough to buy our freedom."
Smi sighed: "By doing those repairs, we raised our value Ani. We are known for our good work, Watto won't sell us, not even for double of our value."
Crap! I shot in my own foot again! But still, that Force is guiding me to do that for some reason. One by one we repaired most of the pile of junk, I did the lion part of the work to give Mum time to rest. The news that we are working for Jabba reduced the hooligans that bothered us. At least something good came from this mess.
Xxxxx
The last one that tried to shag Mum, has his nuts dried out. A mistake I found out later, Mum actually wanted to get shagged by that dude… my bad. I am glad that Floating Smurf has no interest in Mum, catching them in the act would be a nightmare.
I noticed Mum got that Itch once or twice a month, usually, she waited until I am asleep to sneak out, but after that dude came visiting, I reinforced my wards, it pinged every time she snuck out. Imagining your Mother shagging a dude is not healthy for a Son, although I understand she has some urges. Meh, It keeps her healthy… happy.
Believe it or not, but I made some friends, some street rats from the neighborhood, Kitster and Wald, and an old crone Jira, she has a fruit stand on the market selling Pallies, the local fruit. She liked me after I repaired a cooling unit for her once, and reinforced it with some runes, making it a stasis box when closed.
I don't know where Jabba gets his drivers from, those morons kept on crashing their speeders. I am certain I repaired this piece of junk for the third time. The money is good though, Mum got the maximum pay for three months in a row, Watto even gave me a small bonus, his face looked pained when he handed me a whole Wupiupi. Yeah! One Wupiupi! 63 more than I have one whole Pegat! Or one and a half and I have one Republican Credit! I am rich!
Watto grumbled: "Take that look from your face little brat, or it will be the last one you get from me."
I grinned: "I know you like me Watto, I like you too, you are like the father I never wanted."
I had to dodge the first thing that Watto got his hands on and threw at me. He groaned when he noticed it was a newly repaired transceiver, now due for another repair.
Another skill I wanted to try out is transformation Magic. Especially metals, more specifically: lead to gold. Yeah, a mad alchemist in the making here! What those old-school Alchemists didn't know of, was the atomic structure of Gold. I spend three days figuring out how to change the atomic structure of the metal and make it a permanent transfiguration.
First, I transformed pieces of metal into equal sizes, then, I transfigured the metal atoms into Gold atoms, the spell took a lot of Magic to work one piece made me exhausted, I hid the gold, and checked every day to see if the spell stuck. A month later I have a nice pile of Gold under my bed… I better find a more suitable place to hide my stuff.
A benefit of all those transfigurations is that my Magic is getting stronger. For that, I exhausted my Magic every night. Another change is that I started to train my body, doing parkour is easy if you have a scrap yard to jump through. After every workout, I eased my fatigue with Magic, which was another shortcut to train my body.
A third method is rituals, a bit risky with the twin Suns and three moons, it will triple the effects of the ritual, or cancel them out with a backlash. The ritual I am setting my hopes on, will reinforce my bones and strengthen my muscles. It is a minor ritual that Tom disregarded for a stronger one, this one doesn't need a human or animal sacrifice, just a diagram written in charcoal… could I use Carbon instead of Charcoal? I bet if I use Graphite, the crystallized form of Carbon, will give better results and is untraceable after the ritual is done. My body will be Magically enforced by this ritual, a win-win.
I took the risk! After carefully analyzing the Arithmancy of the ritual, and studying the movements of the moons, I selected a night to perform the ritual. The Junkyard is already heavily warded against all kinds of Magic detection, so I choose to do the ritual here. I cleared a space in the center of the yard, transfigured the soil into stone, and started to draw the runes on the stone.
The drawing took an hour, when it was finished, I took my place in the middle, and at the predicted time I started the chant to activate the runes. I noticed my mistake when even I felt the ripple go through the Force with a vengeance. The ritual only lasted ten minutes, but those ten were felt through the Galaxy. When the ritual was done, I hurried to remove any evidence of it and raised some extra anti-scrying wards. My only hope is that they didn't have enough time to pinpoint my location.
I avoided using spells for a few weeks, we noticed several hooded figures mulling around in town, a fact that the local hoodlums took offense on. When a brawl ended with the lighting of a lightsaber, Jabba came into action. The next day the town was clear. So having Jabba around is good for something. Life went on after that, my magic tripled after that ritual, everything I do is as if I use a wand. Wandless is cool but exhausting, now it is a walk in the park.
Xxxxx
When I was six, Watto took me along when he found out I could predict the winner eight out of ten times. It was on my seventh birthday that I put my mind on Pod racing, or more exactly, on building one. I took that year to study the mechanics behind the Pods and Pod racing. You can describe it in one word: Madness. You have to be a complete lunatic to race in one of those. That is why I have to try it at least once.
Watto bought a few crashed pods with Mum's money when I begged her for them. Yeah, I can beg if I have to. The compulsion charm helped too.
Watto grumbled: "Only in your free time, you hear me, brat? Or it will go all in the shredder."
I grinned at him, it drives him up the wall when I do that: "You better bet on me when I start to race Watto. Well, maybe not the first few times, but I will get there."
Watto snorted: "You win a Pod race? That will be the day that it will start raining."
I shrugged: "I can't promise you it will rain, but a lot off Pegats."
Watto laughed: "Get inside, snotty brat, go boost to your Mum, I can't wait to hear what she has to say about you going to pilot a Pod race."
My Pod looks awesome! I had to show Mum that my pod could stand a crash at the speed of sound… you know what I mean, the engines are boosted with runes from all kinds, the fuel is replicating in the tanks, cooling runes on the engines, runes to improve aerodynamics, you named, and I put it on the pod. The only things missing are the spikes from the Ben Hur movie.
Hah! Today is my first-ever Pod race! The only thing left to learn is to trash talk, I heard that it is an important part of the pre-race. When I was walking around my Pod to check it out, another pilot tried to mock me.
He said: "Are they allowing kiddies to race these days? Kid? Why don't you go back to your mother?"
I sagely nodded: "Thank you for being concerned for me sir, but I already registered, if I drop out now, the bookies are going to be mad. To appreciate your concern, I will give you a head start to make it fair."
He fumed: "Don't you know who I am little kid? I am Sebulba! The favorite of the race! If I get a head start you will never see me in the race!"
I smiled: "Really, you are the favorite? So I get the odds against me! I have to bet on myself! Thanks for the tip mister, I tell Mum to place a bet on me! Don't worry mister, I will pass you safely, there is no reason to be scared."
Sebulba raged: "Kid, you won't finish this race even when it is the last thing I'll do!"
I raised an eyebrow: "Oh? You are going to retire after this race? That is news! I will tell the reporters they pay good money for this. But, will you have enough money to keep your Twi'leks? They are expensive I heard."
I know, my trash talk still needs some work. I got one angry though. Now, the last thing I should do is to leave my pod unsupervised, but I have to go to the loo.
When I came back, I had to do secretly a reparo to get everything in working order, remove some explosives from my engines, and place them on an orange Pod that looked pretty fast. I guess I am ready to win a race.
