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This is one of the portals from Celestial Legacy that opens in the Star Wars universe.
I have decided that Aito will have an M-count so high that it can not be calculated due to his hybrid lineage and being the jinchuriki of the 10 tails.
Not all the portals open at the same time. Each fics portal opens based on the upload order, depending on which one I publish/update first.
"Normal Talking"
Powers, Abilities, Techniques, and Jutsu
"Comlink talk"
(Scene Break/Time Skip)
(Year 37 BBY – Slave Row, Mos Espa, Tatooine – Shmi and Anakin's home)
The sands of Tatooine were relentless, swirling across the barren landscape. In a small home located on Slave Row, Shmi Skywalker busied herself with repairing a damaged device while young Anakin, no more than four years old, sat nearby playing with makeshift toys. The homely interior was modest, cluttered but clean, and the air was filled with the sounds of the bustling slave quarters of Mos Espa beyond the walls.
Suddenly, the air in the room began to shimmer, a faint blue light emerging in the corner, growing more intense with each passing second. Shmi, startled, dropped her tool, her gaze fixed on the developing anomaly. Anakin, curious as any young child, crawled closer to his mother, eyes wide with wonder.
Before their very eyes, the light burst into a swirling, shimmering portal, its edges lined with an electric glow. Shmi instinctively pulled Anakin close, shielding him as the figure stepped out—an incredibly tall man, seven feet in height, with snow-white hair that fell over his shoulders and two distinct horn-like protrusions on either side of his head.
The giant—Aito—had eyes that seemed to be an entire universe unto themselves, swirling with electric blue and purple, almost like a living galaxy. The portal closed behind him with a soft hum, leaving the room suddenly silent.
For a moment, the air was heavy with tension. Shmi stood up, her heart pounding, but she held her ground, her protective instincts overriding her fear. Anakin peeked from behind her, his eyes filled with both awe and curiosity.
"Who... who are you?" Shmi finally found her voice, her gaze fixed on this strange newcomer who seemed entirely out of place in her humble home.
Aito looked down at the woman and child, sensing no threat, his massive frame taking up a good portion of the small room.
"My name is Aito." he said, his voice surprisingly gentle for someone of his stature. "I mean no harm. I was traveling, and… it seems I have ended up here." He studied the two, recognizing their expressions—a mix of fear and caution but also a glimmer of curiosity in the eyes of the child.
Shmi took a hesitant step forward, her motherly concern obvious. "What... are you? Where did you come from?" she asked, her voice wavering.
Aito hesitated, looking at his surroundings, then back at the woman. He smiled in an effort to appear friendly. "I come from a place very far from here. It's... difficult to explain. But you needn't worry. I'm not your enemy."
Anakin stepped forward, his young eyes unblinking, curiosity getting the better of him. "Are you a giant?" he asked, his small voice echoing in the room.
Aito looked at Anakin and chuckled. "Not quite, little one. Just someone different." He paused, his gaze focusing on Anakin for a moment, and then he seemed puzzled. Aito could sense something—a unique energy within this small child. Something he recognized but could not fully understand. "You have... something special within you, don't you?"
Shmi's protective stance tightened, and she stepped in front of Anakin. "He's just a boy." she said, her voice firm.
Aito nodded. "I mean no harm. I can feel something... living inside of him. A kind of energy." He looked at Shmi. "Do you know of Midichlorians?"
Shmi frowned, the term foreign to her ears. "Midichlorians? I've never heard of such a thing. What are they?"
Aito glanced between the two. "Midichlorians are... organisms, in a way. They live inside of beings like you and me. They give people abilities, help them connect to energy fields." He smiled gently at Anakin. "You have an incredible amount of them. It's rare to see such a concentration, especially in one so young."
Anakin tilted his head, clearly confused but intrigued. "Does that mean I have special powers?" he asked.
Shmi's gaze softened as she looked down at her son, then back to Aito. She wasn't sure what to make of all this, but something in Aito's demeanor made her feel he was being truthful.
"Maybe." Aito replied. "But powers or no, what truly matters is how you use what you have. It's your choices that shape who you become." He placed a large hand on his knee, leaning down to be closer to Anakin's level. "And I think you have the potential to do something extraordinary."
Anakin's eyes widened, the words resonating with him in a way he couldn't fully understand. He looked up at his mother, who smiled gently reassuringly.
Shmi exhaled slowly. "You're... not from around here, that's clear. But if you mean no harm, you're welcome here until you figure out your next step. We don't have much, but we'll share what we have."
Aito nodded, gratitude evident on his face. "Thank you, Shmi. I appreciate your kindness. And you, Anakin—" he paused, smiling at the boy, "—thank you for your bravery. I will do my best to not be a burden."
Shmi motioned towards their small table. "Please, sit. You must be tired after... whatever it was you just did."
Aito smiled as he slowly sat, his large frame barely fitting in the cramped space. Anakin clambered up beside him, his young eyes never leaving the newcomer. The humble home was filled with mystery and wonder for the first time in a while—something beyond the dusty streets and relentless desert outside.
(Meanwhile – Coruscant – Jedi Temple - High Council Chamber)
The High Council Chamber of the Jedi Temple stood in solemn silence, the late afternoon sunlight streaming in through tall windows, casting long shadows across the circular room. Twelve Jedi Masters sat in their designated seats, each lost in thought, their eyes closed or staring off into the middle distance. Something had shaken them, a disturbance so powerful and foreign that it had left even the most seasoned Jedi disconcerted.
Mace Windu shifted slightly in his seat, his deep voice breaking the silence. "I trust you all felt it." he said, his gaze moving around the room. His eyes were serious, a weight that not even the seasoned council members were accustomed to seeing. "A disturbance in the Force... unlike any we've ever experienced."
Sitting in his customary chair, Yoda opened his eyes slowly, his ears twitching. "Mm, yes. Dark and light, yet neither." he said, his brow furrowed in concentration. "A presence... powerful. Great strength, yet... not of the Force as we know it." His voice trailed off as if reaching for an understanding that eluded him.
Plo Koon adjusted his mask, his raspy voice carrying a tone of concern. "It felt immense, like a storm without end. I could not discern its origin or intent." He paused, his brow furrowing behind his mask. "A tremor on a scale beyond anything we've encountered. I sense neither malice nor benevolence—only... presence."
Ki-Adi-Mundi leaned forward, his fingertips pressed together thoughtfully. "This presence." he began, "seemed to carry with it a multitude. There were fragments... echoes... almost as if the very essence of many beings were intertwined with it." He shook his head, a rare uncertainty crossing his features. "It is something utterly alien to our understanding of the Force."
Qui-Gon Jinn, his gaze thoughtful, nodded in agreement. "It was as if a veil had been torn apart. The ripples echoed through the Force, but it was... opaque. I could not touch its core, only feel the magnitude of its passage." He paused, his gaze moving towards Yoda. "Master Yoda, do you think this presence could be connected to the Dark Side?"
Yoda's eyes closed again, and he leaned back in his seat, his voice thoughtful. "Difficult to see, the nature of this presence is. Shrouded, it is. No malice do I sense, but neither do I sense peace." He shook his head slowly, his ears drooping. "Not the Dark Side, nor the Light. A mystery, this is."
Mace Windu's expression remained stern as he looked towards the other council members. "Whatever this anomaly is, it is powerful enough to have shaken the very fabric of the Force. We must proceed with caution. We cannot afford to be unprepared if this presence represents a new threat."
Shaak Ti, her voice calm but laced with unease, spoke up. "It is not just the strength of the presence that concerns me, but its unfamiliarity. The Force flows through all living beings, yet what we felt seemed to operate outside the rules we know. There was something more... something primal and raw." She hesitated as though searching for the right words. "Like a being out of time and place, carrying the echoes of something immense, something ancient."
Depa Billaba nodded thoughtfully. "We must deepen our meditations, reach out through the Force, and attempt to understand what has entered our galaxy. The ripples we felt may only be the beginning." She paused, her eyes meeting Mace's. "If we cannot locate it, we must be vigilant. We must understand whether this presence is a danger or if it seeks something else entirely."
The room fell silent again, the weight of the unknown settling over the council like a shroud. The Jedi, protectors of peace and justice, now faced an enigma unlike any other—a presence that did not align with the Force in any known manner and yet had power enough to cause ripples that reached across the galaxy. They were left with questions but no answers.
Yoda, sensing the tension in the room, spoke once more. "Patience, we must have. The Force will guide us, as it always does." He closed his eyes, his voice growing softer. "For now, we watch, we listen. In the shadows, the truth, perhaps, we shall find."
The council members nodded, though unease still lingered among them. Whatever had entered their universe had yet to reveal its nature—but they knew, without a doubt, that the galaxy would never be the same.
(Meanwhile – Somewhere in the underbelly of Coruscant)
The underbelly of Coruscant was a place where shadows outnumbered lights and secrets found their way into every crevice, unseen and unheard. Far beneath the shimmering facade of the cityscape, where neon lights cast fractured glows upon metallic ruins and the air hummed with the sounds of crowded despair, Darth Sidious stood in meditation within the secret sanctum of his lair.
Sidious had grown accustomed to the sensations of the Force—its ebbs and flows, its whispers in the dark and bursts of brilliance. But this—what he felt now—was something else entirely.
A tremor, a distortion unlike any other he had experienced before. The dark void of his meditation chamber echoed with the sudden, colossal ripple that surged through the Force, as though the galaxy itself had shuddered in response to some cosmic anomaly. The sheer scale of it was beyond comprehension—a massive influx of energy pulsating with an untamed fury yet laced with a strange sense of balance. It did not feel like the light side or the darkness Sidious reveled in. It was something utterly foreign.
Sidious's yellow eyes snapped open, narrowing with curiosity and suspicion. The pulse had been so immense it felt like the Force had split open momentarily. He rose slowly from his meditative position, his face a mask of intrigue and contempt. His lips curled slightly, a sneer crossing his face as he tried to probe deeper into the sensation—to seek out its source, to find a hint of identity.
But there was nothing. The vast shadow in the Force had no center, no direction. It was everywhere and nowhere all at once, eluding even his finely honed senses. Sidious stepped forward, his dark robes swirling around him, the lines of his face deepening as frustration bubbled beneath his calm exterior. He extended his perception, allowing the dark side to flow through him, searching for any clue to tell him what this presence was.
What had entered their galaxy?
The presence he felt was not like any Jedi or Sith—it bore no allegiance, no indication of being bound by the Force as Sidious understood it. Yet, it resonated with power that rivaled—perhaps even exceeded—anything the Sith Lord had ever known. It was primal, chaotic, and alien. And, more concerning to him, it remained completely concealed. Even the dark side, which had revealed countless hidden truths to him, could not pierce this veil.
Sidious strode towards the single viewport of his chamber, looking out at the dark sprawl of Coruscant's lower levels, his fingers clasped behind his back. The city beyond was oblivious to the cosmic event that had just transpired, to the shift that had sent ripples through every fiber of the Force. He knew he needed to be cautious. Whatever this disturbance was, it could not be ignored or allowed to run unchecked.
The very essence of it was... raw. Untamed chakra, though Sidious had no word for it. A monstrous presence, like a living storm. As if something—no, someone—had brought with them a force of nature that dwarfed even the most fearsome beings Sidious had known.
A Sith Lord did not fear the unknown; he mastered it. And yet, for the briefest of moments, Sidious felt a flicker of uncertainty. A presence so vast, powerful, yet untraceable—it was as if the galaxy had given birth to a new deity.
"What manner of being has dared to intrude upon my domain?" Sidious muttered under his breath, his voice barely above a whisper, though his tone carried the weight of menace. The shadows in his chamber seemed to thicken at his words as if responding to the darkness within him.
He needed answers. This anomaly threatened his plans—threatened the perfect sequence of events he had orchestrated with meticulous care. If something had entered this galaxy with such raw power, it could disrupt everything. He needed to find it, study it, and—if necessary—destroy it.
Sidious let his mind wander briefly to his future apprentice, Darth Maul. Perhaps the Zabrak would be useful in investigating this anomaly—but no, Maul was not ready for something of this magnitude. Not yet. He would need more subtlety and information before he dared to send even his most trusted agent into the unknown.
The Sith Lord turned away from the viewport, his face hardening into a determined scowl. He had waited years, decades, for his plans to come to fruition, and he would allow nothing—not the Jedi, not some monstrous unknown presence—to interfere.
The dark side swirled around him, and Sidious made his way back to his meditation chamber, his mind already calculating, plotting. Whatever had arrived in this galaxy had made a mistake by revealing itself and sending out such a potent ripple. And Darth Sidious, the future Emperor, would make sure that mistake would be exploited to its fullest.
The shadows deepened, and in the heart of Coruscant's underbelly, a dark purpose began to form—a plan to uncover and confront the anomaly that had dared to cross into his universe.
(Five Years Later – 32 BBY)
Within the first year on Tatooine, after learning about Shmi and Anakin's current lives as slaves to Watto, Aito decided to put an end to their suffering. He went straight to Watto, offering to work in Shmi and Anakin's place, arguing that he could be far more effective than the two of them combined. To seal the deal, Aito demonstrated some of his extraordinary physical abilities, which quickly convinced Watto of his value. Upon learning of Aito's sacrifice, Shmi insisted on doing whatever she could to repay him for what he was doing.
Aito and Shmi agreed that he would work and provide for them, while Shmi devoted all her available time to raising and nurturing Anakin. Over time, they formed a genuine family bond—Aito became a father figure to Anakin and a "husband" to Shmi, teaching Anakin everything he knew from his 250 years of experience.
Over the next two years, Aito established himself as a critical asset to Watto and began strategically positioning himself to "win" Shmi and Anakin's freedom. A year later, the perfect opportunity arose during a podrace that Anakin participated in. Aito had spent those years teaching Anakin to hone his reflexes, and together, they had built a podracer of his own. Although Anakin had failed in several previous races, this one was different. Aito took the chance to wager against Watto, betting Shmi and Anakin's freedom. Much to Watto's disbelief and grumbling, Anakin's victory secured their freedom.
With their freedom won, Aito built a more spacious and modest home for them on the outskirts of Mos Espa. They moved into this new home, finally able to live their lives without the shadow of slavery.
(Two years ago – Shmi, Anakin, and Aito's home on Slave Row)
The sun was setting over Tatooine, casting long shadows through the dusty streets of Mos Espa. The twin suns, slowly disappearing below the horizon, painted Slave Row in shades of orange and pink. Nestled at the end of the narrow street, their humble home felt warmer tonight—not from the heat but from the promise of a new beginning.
The small house felt cozy, with a few flickering lights illuminating the modest space. Shmi was in the kitchen area, finishing up the evening meal, while Anakin sat cross-legged on the floor, tinkering with a small device he had scavenged earlier. Aito, standing nearby, watched them with a fond smile on his face—a mix of pride, gratitude, and a hint of something more solemn.
"Anakin, come over here for a minute." Aito said, his voice gentle but firm. Anakin looked up from his project, a curious expression on his face, and scampered over, settling himself beside Shmi at the small table.
Shmi turned, wiping her hands on a cloth, and smiled at Aito. "What is it, Aito?" she asked, her eyes soft, trusting. There was an intimacy in her gaze that spoke volumes—the look of someone who had found a partner, a protector, and perhaps even love.
Aito took a deep breath, his snow-white hair catching the last glimmers of the day's light. He looked at them—at the young boy who saw him as a father and the woman whose strength had given him the purpose to protect them. They deserved to know everything.
"There's something I need to tell both of you." he began, his voice steady but tinged with emotion. He moved to sit opposite them, his large frame making the small space feel even more compact. "Now that we're free, I want you to understand who I really am… and why I've been able to do the things I've done."
Shmi tilted her head slightly, a small crease forming on her brow. "Aito, whatever it is, you know we're grateful. You've given us freedom, a home… you're family to us."
Aito smiled at her words, warmth flooding his heart. "I know, Shmi. And that's why I need to be honest. You both deserve the truth."
He took a moment, gathering his thoughts. "I'm not from here… not just from another planet, but from another universe. I was brought here under special circumstances I still don't fully understand, but I do know this—I was meant to be here with you two."
Anakin's eyes widened, curiosity dancing within them. "Another universe? Like… a different world entirely?"
Aito nodded. "Yes, Ani. Where I come from, I am something called a Kryptonian, but I'm also part of a lineage called the Otsutsuki. Both lineages are… powerful. They've given me abilities beyond what people here are used to." He paused, letting that sink in. He could see the amazement and slight confusion in Anakin's eyes, and Shmi's wary but open expression.
"What kind of abilities?" Shmi asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Aito looked at her with deep tenderness. He didn't want them to fear him, but he had to show them. Slowly, he raised his hand, and with a subtle movement, a soft, controlled glow emanated from his palm—a mixture of blue and gold, like a tiny sun, illuminating the space between them.
Anakin gasped, eyes widening with delight. "Whoa… You can do that? Is that how you beat Watto?"
Aito chuckled softly, letting the glow fade. "Yes, Ani. It's how I managed to win the bet and free both of you. My abilities allow me to be stronger, faster, and capable of things like this." He looked at Shmi, whose expression had shifted to one of awe and, beneath it, relief.
"I used my powers because I wanted to protect you. Both of you." He looked between them, his eyes softening. "I didn't want to scare you or make you think I was different in a bad way. I'm still the same Aito. I am responsible for using what I have to protect the people I care about."
Shmi reached across the table, placing her hand over Aito's. Her eyes glistened as she spoke. "You've never given us a reason to fear you, Aito. You've been nothing but kind, and I… I'm grateful you're here with us. No matter where you come from."
Anakin leaned forward, excitement bubbling over. "Does that mean you can teach me? Can I do that too?"
Aito smiled, ruffling Anakin's hair. "You're special too, Ani. You have a gift, and I will help you understand it. But you have to promise me something—you have to be patient. Power like this is a big responsibility. It can help people but also hurt if not used wisely."
Anakin nodded eagerly, his eyes shining. "I promise, Aito. I'll be patient."
Aito smiled, glancing between Anakin and Shmi. The air felt lighter now, the weight of secrecy finally lifted. He had shared his truth, and they had accepted him, just as he had hoped. They were a family—not bound by blood, but by choice, love, and promise of a future that was finally theirs to make.
"Good." Aito said, his voice steady and warm. "Because we have a lot of work ahead of us. But whatever comes, we face it together."
Shmi smiled, her eyes meeting his. "Together." she repeated softly.
Anakin grinned. "Yeah, together."
And in that moment, Aito knew—this was where he was meant to be.
(Present day – Tatooine – Mos Espa)
The twin suns of Tatooine beat down relentlessly, casting the barren landscape in hues of gold and rust. The ramp of the Naboo royal starship lowered smoothly to the sand, a faint hiss escaping as the hydraulics released. Qui-Gon Jinn, leading the way, stepped onto the warm sands, his gaze immediately drawn to the shimmering horizon of Mos Espa in the distance. Padmé followed closely behind, her eyes squinting against the blinding sunlight. Jar Jar Binks stumbling along, his feet unsteady on the shifting sand.
As they began to make their way toward the settlement, Qui-Gon abruptly paused, his eyes narrowing slightly. He turned his head towards the distant outskirts beyond Mos Espa, his expression sharpening with a look of profound concentration. There, beyond the clustered domes of the settlement, he felt that elusive presence again. It was far stronger this time, far more vivid, as though it was just beyond the reach of his senses.
A wave rippled through the Force, something ancient and alien. It was not merely an echo; it was as if the air itself thrummed with energy, something colossal brushing against the fabric of existence. Qui-Gon closed his eyes, letting the Force flow through him, seeking clarity amid the sensation. He could feel the power resonating, but it wasn't like anything he'd sensed before—not the luminous warmth of the Light Side, nor the cold malevolence of the Dark. It was... different. Chaotic, but not necessarily evil. It was as if something primal had stirred, carrying with it a weight that pressed against his mind like a tidal wave.
"Master Jedi?" Padmé's voice broke his concentration, her concern evident as she watched him. "Is something wrong?"
He took a deep breath, the desert wind rustling the edges of his robes. "There is something here. A presence." he murmured, his eyes still turned toward the horizon. "I have felt it once before—a tearing as if something immense had crossed into our reality. But now, it is closer." He opened his eyes, his gaze fixed in the direction of the sensation. "And it is powerful."
Oblivious to the tension, Jar Jar fanned his face with his ears. "Mesa thinkin' it's too hot for spooky feelings, Qui-Gon." he said nervously, glancing around as if expecting trouble.
Qui-Gon gave a small, absent nod, his mind still focused on that strange presence. It was unlike anything he had experienced in all his years of attuning himself to the Force. He could feel its rawness, something vast and dormant, yet it seemed intertwined with a sentient core, a bright flicker within the immensity. A veil torn apart... that was how it had felt. And now, whatever had passed through that veil was here—not far beyond Mos Espa.
"Whatever this presence is." Qui-Gon said, his voice low, "it does not feel aligned with the Dark Side, but its magnitude... it is overwhelming. We must be cautious."
Padmé exchanged a glance with Jar Jar, then nodded. "We need to find the parts to repair the ship. Will this presence be a danger to us, Master Jedi?"
Qui-Gon finally turned his gaze back to Padmé, offering a reassuring smile, though the concern did not leave his eyes. "I do not know. But I sense... there is something—or someone—here, caught between destinies. We will proceed but with care. The Force has brought us here for a reason, and I believe this presence may be part of that purpose."
He turned back toward Mos Espa, but the feeling lingered—a vibration at the edge of his senses, almost like a heartbeat reverberating through the Force. There was power here, a vast reservoir, and with it, something else—a will, calm and watchful. And though he could not see it, he knew that somewhere beyond the edges of the settlement, a being unlike any other was waiting.
(Minutes later – Watto's Junk Shop)
Qui-Gon enters first, pushing through the beaded curtain, with Padmé and Jar Jar following behind. The interior is cramped, with mechanical parts and junk piled up everywhere. A small bell chimes, and a gravelly voice calls out from behind the counter.
"Ah, customers! Come in, come in! I'm Watto, and I've got everything you need—assuming you can pay for it, of course!" Watto said, hovering above the counter, flapping his wings to move closer, eying the newcomers with suspicion and interest.
"Good day. If you have it, we need parts for a J-type 327 Nubian… a hyperdrive generator." Qui-Gon explained
Watto's eyes widen slightly at the mention of the part—something rare and valuable. "A hyperdrive generator for a Nubian, eh? Those aren't cheap… and they're not easy to come by either. You're in luck, though. I might know someone who can help. But it's gonna cost ya, Jedi."
Qui-Gon raises an eyebrow, noting Watto's knowledge of his identity, but keeps his calm demeanor. "I'm sure we can come to an arrangement. You mentioned someone who could help?"
Watto crosses his arms and tilts his head, his eyes narrowing. "There's a mechanic out on the outskirts—goes by the name Aito. Bit of an odd one, but he's got skills. Helps me out now and then when I need something complicated. He's got connections too. If there's a hyperdrive generator to be found, he'd know where."
Padmé, standing beside Qui-Gon, glances at him curiously. Qui-Gon nods and turns his attention back to Watto. "Thank you, Watto. We'll pay him a visit."
Watto smirked, "Sure, sure. But just so you know, Aito's not one to do business for charity. He's got a soft spot for some people, but he's careful about his work. Good luck, Jedi."
Qui-Gon bows slightly and motions for Padmé and Jar Jar to follow him out. They leave the junk shop and head back out into the bright, bustling streets.
"Master Jedi, do you think this Aito can help us?" Padme asked
"If what Watto says is true, it's worth a try. We have little choice—and I feel there's more to this Aito than meets the eye." Qui-Gon answered
Jar Jar, fumbling slightly to keep up, adds in. "Mesa hopin' dis Aito can help us, 'cause dis place be scary!"
(Minutes later – Aito's Home Stead)
The homestead on the outskirts of Mos Espa was humble but clearly well-built. Crafted from Tatooine's native stone, it stood against the harsh winds that blew across the desert. The house was surrounded by small mechanical parts, tools, and a pod racer that was undergoing repairs. The mechanical buzz of a repulsorlift hummed in the air, as Anakin's laughter echoed from behind the structure.
As Qui-Gon, Padme, and Jar-Jar Binks got closer, the feeling that Qui-Gon had felt when they exited the ship was stronger, and it seemed to get even stronger the closer they got to the homestead.
With his snow-white hair and imposing height, Aito was kneeling by the pod racer's engine, adjusting a misaligned component while Shmi watched. Aito's hands moved deftly, guided by years of skill and perhaps something more—a sense that seemed to reach beyond the physical.
Suddenly, he paused, his eyes narrowing as he sensed an unfamiliar yet oddly distinct presence approaching. He straightened up, his piercing gaze turning toward the horizon just as three figures came into view.
"Who could that be?" Shmi asked softly, looking up from her work, her eyes showing a trace of concern.
"I don't know." Aito replied, standing to his full height, his white hair catching the sunlight. "But there's something about them. Something I can't quite place."
Anakin rounded the corner of the house, his eyes lighting up with curiosity as he saw the approaching strangers. "Mom! Dad! Someone is coming—a Jedi! I can feel it!" he called out, his excitement obvious.
The group came to a stop just a few meters away. The tall Jedi stepped forward, his robes rustling in the breeze. Qui-Gon offered a calm, respectful nod.
"Greetings. I am Qui-Gon Jinn, and these are my companions. Watto suggested you might have the parts we need for our ship."
Aito observed the man carefully, noting the lightsaber hanging at his belt, the steady poise of a man who was used to facing danger. He could sense something in Qui-Gon—a powerful, focused, and calm presence. This man was no ordinary traveler.
"Watto sent you?" Aito asked, his deep voice laced with curiosity as he stepped forward, crossing his arms over his chest. Beside him, Anakin watched eagerly, his young eyes wide as he took in the sight of the Jedi.
"We are looking for a hyperdrive generator—a rare item. Watto said you might have connections or perhaps even the part itself." Qui-Gon spoke evenly.
Aito glanced down at Anakin, who looked hopeful, then turned back to Qui-Gon. He studied the man for a long moment as if weighing something.
"Hyperdrive parts aren't easy to come by here." Aito finally said, his voice even. "But I do have a few connections. It will take some effort, though."
Padmé stepped forward, her voice earnest. "We would be grateful for your help and are prepared to pay whatever is fair. We must leave as soon as possible."
Aito shifted his gaze to the young woman, noticing the conviction in her tone. There was something about her that spoke of authority far beyond that of a simple handmaiden. He gave a slight nod before looking back at Qui-Gon.
"I'll help you get the parts." Aito agreed, his eyes glinting. "But there's another way we could go about this. There's a pod race coming up—the prize money would more than cover the cost of the hyperdrive."
Anakin's eyes lit up with excitement. "I can race! I've nearly got my pod ready—it's fast, really fast!"
Aito looked down at the boy, his expression softening slightly. He turned back to Qui-Gon as if waiting for his response.
Qui-Gon stroked his beard thoughtfully. "A podrace, you say?" He glanced at Anakin, then at Aito. "This boy—he would be the pilot?"
Aito nodded. "He's good. The best I've seen. But it's dangerous. I wouldn't let him do it unless I believed he could win."
Qui-Gon smiled faintly, sensing the protective nature of Aito toward Anakin. Clearly, there was a bond here, one of genuine care. The Jedi Master turned his attention back to Anakin, seeing the fire in the young boy's eyes—a mix of determination and enthusiasm.
"Very well." Qui-Gon said, his voice carrying a note of hope. "If Anakin is willing, then we shall try the podrace. The prize should be enough to cover the repairs."
Aito gave a slow nod, turning to Shmi, whose face showed a mix of concern and pride. She stepped forward, placing a hand on Anakin's shoulder. "Just be careful, my son." she said softly, her eyes meeting Aito's. Her expression was filled with trust and concern. "You'll watch over him, Aito?"
"He will be, and yes, always." Aito promised, his gaze steady on Shmi before he turned back to Qui-Gon. "We'll make sure everything's ready for the race."
Qui-Gon nodded, his blue eyes thoughtful as they lingered on Aito for a moment longer, sensing the mystery of this man who seemed to be much more than what he appeared. "Thank you." he said simply, his voice filled with genuine gratitude.
As Qui-Gon, Padmé, and Jar Jar made their way back towards Mos Espa, Aito watched them disappear into the distance. He then turned to Anakin, ruffling his hair with a small, rare smile.
"Let's get this pod ready, Anakin. We have a lot of work to do."
Anakin beamed up at him, excitement radiating from his every pore. Shmi stepped closer, her eyes still full of both pride and worry, and Aito gave her a reassuring nod. Together, they would face whatever came next—and Aito would ensure that they came through it, no matter what.
The twin suns of Tatooine continued their journey across the sky, their light illuminating a moment that would change the fate of the galaxy forever.
A/N: BBY stands for Before the Battle of Yavin, which resulted in the destruction of the Death Star
Going forward, for all my current and future fics, I will try and push for at least 5k words per chapter, if not more.
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Ninjas of Earth 1.5(Remastered)
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Ninjas of the MCU(Remastered)
Ninjas of SHIELD(Remastered)
Echos Across The Stars(Remastered)
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