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"No one realizes how beautiful, and lonely, travel is until they go home and rest..." (mostly) Lin Yutang

Chapter 10: Nameless

They had landed in a small village, the hiding Skywalker family. It was located in a valley surrounded by tepid mountains. Close-knit locals conversed with each other, purchasing items from local craftsmen, farmers, and seamstresses. It was mid-morning with Cornelia's rotation, though on Coruscant it would already be well into the afternoon.

A crisp mist thickened the air as cloaked parents walked through the peacefully active streets. Anakin protectively walked in front of his family. Behind his robust and unmovable body, his soul-mate easily pushed along a twin hover-stroller. Both twins snuggly bundled to remain unaffected by the air's bite.

Padme kept glancing up at her husband, worried about what droned through his mind. His facial expressions were hard—determined; his normal intensely-protective instincts now timed a thousand.

He walked strongly, but she knew inside the confusion and hurt clawed away with sharp talons.

'He always bore sorrows bravely,' she bitterly and proudly reflected.

She glanced back at their precious children, who so innocently lived in a perverted galaxy.

Luke crystal eyes, which were his father's clone, tried to follow all the changing sceneries, while Leia blissfully slept over all commotions.

'I hope you can be a light for us both, my little angels, for all I see is darkness,' Padme silently wished upon her children.

It would seem her and her husband had brought two angels into a hell headed environment. Endless assassin attempts, people to mistrust in the highest titles, and all while beauties turned to horrors.

She certainly didn't want that for her children, and she knew Anakin didn't as fiercely as her.

Glancing back at Anakin with judiciously observant eyes, she thought.

The whole time on this planet he had been assessing each innocent pedestrian on levels of threat.

It wasn't like him— to be so mistrustful of civilians. He didn't trust anyone or thing, his guard thickly walled around him and his family. He had loved the people he fought so endlessly to save and shelter; not now, and she feared never again.

'Oh, Ani, it deeply hurts me seeing you this way, my love,' she silently declared to him; a hope deep down wanting to be heard. Supernaturally he received the diffident message; and he slowed his walk to be at her side.

'I'm sorry,' he, with concern, communicated back through their unmatched force-bond.

Soon his hand reached for one of hers that guided the stroller. She searched his hooded sea-blue eyes, always able to see what storms or suns lay within him. He couldn't keep her focused stare for long, afraid of what she'll find.

Just then a boy, no older than ten, walked up to them, "You look'en for something, sir?" the boy casually asked.

With an iron gaze, Skywalker searched the child.

Quickly, the observant man noticed this boy lived on the street. The run-down clothes and scruffy look confirmed it. He had adventure-lusted brown eyes, and a slightly arrogant impression.

No ill-intent, no doubt about that, Anakin decided.

The Jedi sensed something else, something strange. A connection to the boy?

Anakin didn't rely on sensations of that level, they obviously were useless in determining anything about people, and pushed the link aside. "Why do you ask that?" he sternly questioned.

"You seem to be look'en for something," the boy answered straightforwardly, both amusing and impressing the Jedi.

Anakin didn't reply.

"Sorry for trying to help," the bold youth said shrugging away.

Skywalker watched him go; somehow getting the sense it wouldn't be the last time seeing him.

He continued to walk, and gave a glance at his wife. She gave him a look; a look he knew meant his life hung in the balance, "What?" he tried innocence's approach.

Padme would not buy it, "You know what. Stop being so rude," she ordered strolling along.

"He was the one being rude," he tried to defend a beaten battle.

"He just wanted to help," she cut.

Knowing before it began he'd lost, he sighed in defeat. Before he had to grovel, the business they were looking for appeared: a new and used star-ship dealer.

'Saved by the bell,' he thought.

After finding a shaded bench with two native-flowerpots posted beside it, he looked at his wife. "You can stay here, no-one of danger around," he said, rechecking for the eighth time. To his surprise, he sensed the boy they met earlier.

'I wonder if he followed us…' Anakin thought, walking into the dealer's plot.

Seconds after her husband entered the business; Padme turned the hover-stroller towards herself and rocked it back and forth. She smiled at little Luke's eyes, infused on hers.

He made a cute little noise, happy he saw a familiar face. His mother mirrored his joy and smiled, turned to mush by her son's responded to her.

"I love you Luke, yes I do," she baby-drawled. It surprised her by how quickly her and her husband caught 'baby-talk'.

That second, a kind old-woman sat on the opposite side of the bench, repositioning her cane to be in both hands.

Her eyes couldn't help but drift to the ever so adorable babies.

"Aren't those the dearest babies," she said immediately trapped by the infants' auras. Though her sight had slowly faded, she could still take in the presence brought by the twins.

The gentle-hearted mother smiled back, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," she paused, "How old are they?"

"Eight standard rotations."

"How precious," she beamed at the two newborns, "Is your family from around here?"

Though innocent, the question made Amidala uneasy, "No, we're not."

Sensing the woman wanted privacy the elderly woman nodded and decided to change the subject, "It's a beautiful spring this year, the flowers and blooming radiantly." Her cane gestured to the pots.

"They are," Padme admired.

Having outdoor life, natively growing plants and trees, bird songs and fresh breezes gave Padme's soul such rest.

She noticed as soon as the natural aroma greeted her to the planet, her stress level lessened to such a lower level. Her committed companion detected it, too.

The older woman glanced at the other. The young woman's mind lost in a thought and eyes glossed over with thriving love.

"Love is a beautiful thing isn't it?" the elder commented, "Much like this spring; except it lasts forever. A delicate garden to grow in, and such a strongly-nurturing environment to do so. Such a beautiful thing," the older woman smiled with eyes closed, remembering her own endless spring. "Such a beautiful thing," she repeated.

Padme was so close to tearing up, emotions so out of control. The wise woman's simple words hitting her heart.

Once she thought of it, no one had talk about love to her since none new she so vibrantly felt it. "It is," she opened up for the first time to a gentle stranger. The woman chuckled, eyes still closed. She entered a realm Padme didn't want to disturb, so she remained silent, thinking of her ever growing garden.

As he entered the shop, the stench of a no-good dealer instantly made itself known. With a sigh, Anakin continued in.

But not before he was hit with an arrow of Padme's feelings. They were warmer then sun-bathed sands. He felt flutters from it, and glanced at her through the window. Her cheeks were red and her eyes had the 'Thinking of you' look.

He uncontrollably goofy-grinned as a middle-aged Besalisk walked in, a fake grin worn just like the cheap tie.

"Well, hello!" he greeted.

Fake smiles were going to be plentiful this conversation as Anakin's real one washed off, "Hello."

"What can I do for you?" he asked coming around the desk.

"I am looking for a very good star-ship, light-speed ability, traveler's size, and extremely safe," Anakin made sure to stress that qualification.

Usually, all he wanted was speed, now—safety. It would have to get his family safely to Naboo, after all.

"I see! And what's your price rang?"

Skywalker knew all too well how this—"trade", worked. He grew up on Tatooine, the origin of the style. "Let me see what you have first."

After he saw his customer was smarter than he thought, he almost frowned, "I'll check my inventory for you. I'll be right back." The dealer went to digitally-search his inventory.

Anakin observed the place, it certainly wasn't impressive. And he guessed nothing in here could meet his standers.

Again he sensed the boy—close, behind him close.

He turned around to see the child's scrawny figure. "Yes?" he asked, body language showing his annoyance.

Caught off guard, but not deterred, the boy spoke, "Don't trust this guy," he warned.

The act of advice caught the man's core, "And why is that?" he asked softer.

"Because noth'en he sells in in good shape, and I mean noth'en," his arm swung on the last word.

Having briefly noticed himself, he sighed knowing the boy was right.

But maybe boy could be of use to him, "Do you know of another dealer?"

"Yeah," he answered vaguely.

The Jedi realized he'd have to ask, and nicely. "Can you show me it?" No response, "Please?"

With a smile of triumph, the boy nodded, "Sure thing!"

They walked out together, Padme seeing them straightaway. Only a moment earlier the old woman had gone on her way.

The Senator smiled, very enthusiastic to hear the story behind this alliance. She knew her husband had a habit of picking up strays. "Hello there," she greeted the boy.

"Hello, ma'am," he met with great manners.

She looked at Anakin for answers, with a mirthful look in her eyes that said 'I win'. Anakin knew her look better than he'd like to admit and went to answer her unspoken questions. "He knows of another dealer, a more—reputable one."

"That is very nice of you… I'm sorry, what is your name?"

"Han, Han Solo, ma'am," he said extending his arm to shake. They shook hands, Padme wanting to tell him her name, but knew she couldn't.

Han's attention was caught by the two little babies. He'd followed the family for their concern, he felt strangely protective of them. "Cute kids," he complemented.

"Thank you," the mother said, happy with this Han Solo.

"So," Anakin said, "Where is the dealer?"

"This way," Solo said beckoning them to follow.

He led them down streets opposite to the ones the Skywalkers were going on. Anakin had to admit, they wouldn't have found it by themselves, or at least not soon enough.

In about half and hour, a dealer's place was ahead of them.

"There it is," he said.

"Thank you, Han," Padme said warmly, tapping her husband with her elbow.

"Yes, thank you, Solo. Very much," the father spoke. His wife knew he'd done it for more than gaining her favor, he had really meant it.

Happy with their appreciation, especially the moody man's, he smiled. "Any time," he causally left.

Han got hit with a pang of envy for a family like that. A mother and father, happily ever after stuff, but he soon brushed it off.

As he walked into an alleyway, he concocted an idea. Perhaps rather 'evil', but he wanted off this planet. And he knew he could pull this plot off.

Anakin and Padme bought a perfect Cornelian-ship for a bargain. Having to leave the Nubian Skiff behind was slightly difficult, but it had to be done so they could continue on their journey to disappearance.

Once a lengthy fuss of two very protective parents securing their angels was finished, they left for the couple's beloved planet. They were very joyful to be able to soon share the intimate haven with their children.

To be continued…

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