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The galaxy remains shrouded in darkness, with two titans of the Dark Side pulling the strings of its fate. On one side, the Galactic Empire, ruled with an iron fist by Darth Sidious. On the other, a corrupted Republic, manipulated by Darth Tyranus. Without the Jedi Order to balance the scales, the light seems to have been extinguished.
But the light never dies.
In a forgotten corner of the universe, on a planet scorched by twin suns, a call has been made, and a future hero has heard it. His path is still uncertain, his trials have only just begun, but the fate of the galaxy has already started to take shape.
Anakin Skywalker is far from the moment when he will restore hope, but his journey has begun, and with it come challenges that will test not only his skill but also his heart. His strength will grow beyond what anyone has ever imagined, but not without sacrifice, not without pain.
And now, one of the most difficult trials is about to arise: one that will put at stake the fate of his mother, his family, and everything he has ever known.
Will he be ready for what is to come? Will he be ready to face his destiny?
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STARS DESTINIES – VOLUME 1
THE AWAKENING OF A HERO – CHAPTER 7
The sandstorm on Tatooine was nothing compared to the danger beginning to loom over the galaxy.
Deep within Geonosis, amid the constant hum of heavy machinery and the murmuring of Geonosian engineers in their native tongue, Rey Palpatine walked with firm steps. At her side, Poe Dameron and Finn followed, maintaining a watchful air as they observed the progress in the massive war droid factories.
The air smelled of hot metal and oil. Everywhere, endless rows of battle droids took shape on the assembly lines, ready to march under the Emperor's command.
"More senators abandon the Empire every day" Finn muttered, watching the Geonosian overseers exchange data at a nearby console "They prefer Dooku's proposal to restore the Republic rather than submit to your father's rule."
"Cowards with no vision" Rey scoffed, stopping before one of the massive control terminals. Her gaze scanned the statistics projected in the air "It doesn't matter how many leave. War is inevitable."
"Negotiations are ongoing" Poe interjected, a hint of doubt in his tone "Maybe we can still prevent an all-out war."
Rey looked at him with a mocking smile.
"Prevent it? Oh, Poe..." she took a step closer, tilting her head slightly "The war is already here. We're just waiting for the first shot."
Finn and Poe exchanged glances, but before they could respond, a group of Geonosians approached, led by Poggle the Lesser, the Archduke of Geonosis.
"We have increased production by 40% since the last inspection" Poggle hissed in his language, his sibilant voice echoing through the charged air "Soon, the droids will be enough to eradicate any opposition."
Rey nodded approvingly.
"Good. Dooku has no idea what's coming for him."
Poggle exchanged glances with his companions before replying.
"The Emperor is confident in victory, but patience is key. Too much haste could alert the enemy before we are ready."
Rey let out a laugh.
"Patience?" her eyes gleamed with a dark emotion "What a boring word."
She turned to Poe and Finn, a cruel spark in her gaze.
"I've spent too long caged in Coruscant, playing the perfect daughter of the Chancellor. But war... war means I can finally stop pretending."
Poe eyed her with distrust.
"And what exactly does that mean?"
Rey smiled, a cold, predatory smile.
"It means that when the flames of conflict consume the galaxy, I will be there to fan them."
Finn felt a chill run down his spine.
There was no doubt that the sandstorm on Tatooine could be fierce, but at that moment, Rey Palpatine was the true storm about to be unleashed upon the galaxy.
However, the war was about to become far more complicated than the Empire had anticipated. While on Geonosis, Rey Palpatine and her allies consolidated the power of the Confederacy, in another corner of the galaxy, an even darker shadow loomed over the conflict.
Beneath a sky perpetually covered in clouds, where rain fell in dense sheets, Count Dooku descended the ramp of his ship. The air was heavy with moisture, and the churning ocean waters reflected flashes of lightning. Kamino, the planet of the legendary cloners, awaited his arrival.
"Sidious believes he has everything under control, the Empire, the Inquisitors, and the cunning of his daughter Rey, the powerful Sith Lord. But even the master of treachery has been betrayed in a way he never imagined."
Dooku smiled to himself, recalling the moment it all began. Years ago, his fellow Jedi, Sifo-Dyas, had foreseen the imminent conflict and had sought his help. Sifo-Dyas, always more visionary than the rest of the Jedi Council, had understood that the Republic needed an army if it was to survive. And Dooku, already disillusioned with the Order, had pretended to be his ally.
Together, they investigated the Kaminoans, studied their cloning methods, and manipulated the Republic's records to erase Kamino from the Jedi Council's databases. It was a pact sealed in secrecy. But Dooku knew that as long as Sifo-Dyas lived, there was a risk that the truth would come to light. And so, with the cold determination of a strategist, he had eliminated him with his own hands.
"A necessary sacrifice. A sacrifice for the order we will soon bring to the galaxy."
Now, with war on the horizon and the factions defined, it was time to see the fruits of his labor.
As soon as he set foot inside the facility, Taun We greeted him with a bow.
"Lord Tyranus, the Prime Minister has been expecting you. After all these years, we were beginning to think you would not return."
Dooku gave a slight nod, unimpressed.
"Lead the way."
The halls of the facility were pristine, illuminated by cold lights that accentuated the sleek, functional design of Kaminoan architecture. The sound of raindrops striking the panoramic windows provided a constant, almost hypnotic backdrop.
Finally, they arrived at the grand hall where Prime Minister Lama Su awaited them.
"I trust you will enjoy your stay, my Lord" Lama Su said with the impeccable politeness of his species.
Dooku narrowed his eyes.
"Let's get straight to business, if you don't mind."
"On the contrary, you will be pleased to know that everything is proceeding as planned. Two hundred thousand units are ready, and a million more are in production."
Dooku smirked maliciously.
"Excellent news. The time has come to put them to the test."
Lama Su nodded with satisfaction.
"As you can see, your order was fulfilled on time. No doubt you will be proud of the army we have created for you. I can assure you, it is one of the finest we have ever designed."
Dooku waved a hand impatiently.
"Spare me the speeches, Prime Minister, and show me this army you boast of."
Lama Su exchanged a glance with Taun We before nodding.
"Yes, I imagined you would be eager to inspect the units yourself. Follow me."
They moved through a series of corridors until they reached an observation room. Through the windows, Dooku observed long rows of vats containing embryos floating in amniotic fluid, bathed in dim lighting.
"Very impressive, I must admit."
"We expected you to be pleased. As you well know, the clones can think creatively. You will find them immensely superior to battle droids. We take great pride in our education and training programs."
Lama Su gestured with his slender hand, indicating a room where a group of children, around ten years old, were gathered in front of computer screens.
"This group was created approximately five years ago. The most outstanding one is CT-7567 (future Captain Rex); he is the leader of this group."
Dooku observed the boy who stood out among his peers with interest.
"I recall you mentioned accelerated growth."
"Oh, yes. It is essential. Otherwise, a mature clone would take a lifetime to develop. With our modifications, we can cut that time in half. They are completely obedient, programmed to follow orders without question. Their independence has been reduced to a minimum..."
Dooku raised an eyebrow, impatient.
"I already know all of that, Prime Minister. When will you show me my army?"
Lama Su made an elegant gesture with his hand.
"There it is, Lord Tyranus."
They stopped before a vast balcony overlooking a gigantic hangar. Below, thousands of clones marched in perfect formation, moving in unison, preparing for war.
The sound of their footsteps echoed with mechanical precision, each one identical to the next, each one designed to fight and obey without hesitation.
"Magnificent, don't you think?" Lama Su said proudly.
Dooku observed the scene with a satisfied smile.
"Indeed."
The storm raged over Kamino, but in that moment, all Dooku saw was the future of war. An army born of betrayal, ready to execute his will.
Meanwhile, on Tatooine, the same news was whispered throughout Mos Espa: the old warehouse had collapsed the previous night. Inside, the goods that the masters had accused their own slaves of stealing had been found. The truth had finally come to light.
Of course, the masters would never apologize or compensate the slaves for the unjust accusations. But at least, the suspicion and unjust punishment were left behind. In their world of chains and servitude, that was the closest thing to a victory, and Anakin felt proud to have been a part of it. Though it seemed small, he knew he had made a great change.
As Shmi was about to head home, once again leaving her son at the shop but feeling more at ease knowing Obi-Wan would pick him up, the buzzing of Watto's wings approached, interrupting the moment. His face held the same indifference as always, but his words fell like an unexpected blow.
"Pack your things, Shmi. As of tomorrow, you'll have a new master."
Shmi blinked, confused, trying to process his words.
"What do you mean by that, sir? How can I have a new master?"
Anakin, feeling a chill of distress, stopped what he was doing and turned to them with a frown.
"I don't have to explain anything to you, woman. Remember, you're just a slave" Watto sneered indifferently.
Anakin clenched his fists.
"You still have to tell her what you did!"
Watto snorted, annoyed.
"If you must know, I'll simply say I lost a bet at the casino. Fortunately, I only wagered one slave. The bad news is I lost. End of explanation. Tomorrow, you will report to Ronian."
Shmi felt the air leave her lungs.
"Sir, you can't be serious… You can't separate us like this. Anakin is still very young. He needs me."
"Not my problem. He'll have to manage on his own. He's not the first slave this has happened to."
With an impatient huff, Watto flapped his wings and flew away, irritated by his slaves' insolence.
Anakin stood frozen for a moment, the horror of the situation crashing down on him like a weight. Then, without thinking twice, he threw himself into his mother's arms, holding her tightly, clinging to her as if that could keep her from being taken away. Shmi wrapped her son in her warm embrace, feeling his body tremble against hers. Neither of them spoke a word. They just stayed there, holding each other, sharing their pain in silence, as if letting go meant accepting the inevitable.
When they finally returned to their grim reality, Anakin couldn't bear the thought of staying in the shop to serve out his punishment. Not when every passing minute took him further away from his mother. If this was his last day with her, he wasn't going to waste it.
They walked through the streets of Mos Espa, as they had done so many times before, side by side, dodging merchants and droids, but with hearts weighed down by sorrow. They could barely process the cruel reality looming over them. How could it be true? How could this be the last time they would be together?
When they arrived home, Anakin entered with anguish in his eyes. His companions, who were cleaning the dwelling, immediately looked up, alarmed by his expression.
"What's wrong, Ani? What's the matter?" Padmé asked with concern.
Anakin opened his mouth, but his voice broke before he could respond. He swallowed hard, feeling a suffocating knot in his throat.
"Mom… Watto lost her in a bet… She's going to another master… She won't be living here with us anymore…"
The words came out rushed, and with them, his last shred of control. Unable to hold back any longer, his body was wracked with sobs. Hot tears streamed down his face as despair consumed him.
Without hesitation, Padmé crossed the room and wrapped him in a strong embrace, shielding him with her warmth. There were no words that could ease his pain, but she could offer him her love, her comfort.
"Shmi… Is it true?" she asked softly, still holding Anakin.
Shmi, who had been watching the scene with sorrow-filled eyes, nodded with difficulty.
"As Anakin said… Watto lost a bet… and now I belong to another master. I have to leave tomorrow."
As soon as she finished speaking, Anakin broke free from Padmé's arms and ran to his mother, clinging to her as if his life depended on it.
"Don't go, Mom… Please, don't go..."
Shmi closed her eyes, feeling her son trembling in her arms. She held him tenderly, running her fingers through his hair, trying to etch this last moment together into her soul.
"I wish I could stay, my little one… But I have no choice..."
Tears slid down her face, silent, resigned. A storm was about to be unleashed across the galaxy, but in that moment, no storm could compare to the one raging inside that small home.
Moments later, Anakin clenched his fists, feeling helpless rage burn in his chest.
"Ronian is not a good master" he said, his voice shaking with indignation "He mistreats his slaves, whips them mercilessly… He's cruel. And he's going to kill my mom."
Obi-Wan, ever composed, placed a firm hand on his shoulder.
"Anakin, don't give in to despair" he said calmly "There must be something we can do."
Anakin breathed heavily, struggling against the urge to do something reckless.
"But what? What can a Jedi do in a situation like this, when, as you always say, you have no authority here?"
"Perhaps not a Jedi…" Padmé interjected, a determined gleam in her eyes "But this is where negotiation and politics come in. As a former queen, I have a lot of experience reaching agreements."
Shmi, who had remained silent, looked at the young woman with uncertainty.
"But what do we have to negotiate with?" she asked, her voice tinged with hopelessness.
An unexpected volunteer broke the silence.
"I will be the one to sacrifice myself" 3PO said with determination "You may trade me for Mistress Shmi."
R2 let out a series of scandalized beeps.
"What do you mean 'who would want a bunch of tangled wires'? I am very valuable!"
Shmi gave a sad smile and gently caressed the droid's arm.
"Thank you, 3PO, but it wouldn't be enough."
Anakin lowered his gaze, feeling defeated.
"Here, all they care about is money and jewels… and we have none of that" he murmured bitterly.
Padmé remained thoughtful for a moment before stepping away from the group. Without a word, she headed to Anakin's small room, her temporary refuge. With careful hands, she opened one of her suitcases and took out a small box. Her fingers trembled as she lifted the lid, but her expression hardened with determination.
When she returned, everyone watched her expectantly.
"I have exactly what we need to seal the deal."
She opened her palm, letting the light reflect off a necklace adorned with diamonds and intricate gold filigree. The jewel shimmered with an almost unreal glow in the austere surroundings.
Anakin and Shmi stared in awe. Never in their lives had they seen anything so fine and valuable.
"I kept it as a memory of my family" Padmé said in a restrained voice "It belonged to my mother and my grandmother before her… It has been in my family for generations."
She ran her fingers over the piece with nostalgia, as if each touch evoked a distant memory.
"I never wanted to part with it" she admitted, lowering her gaze sadly "But in a situation like this, we have to make urgent decisions."
Shmi covered her mouth with her hand, moved by the gesture. Anakin, his eyes shining with emotion, looked at Padmé with a mix of gratitude and admiration. No one in his entire life had ever made such a sacrifice for them.
Anakin understood the immense significance that necklace held for Padmé. It wasn't just a piece of jewelry, but a link to her family, her history, generations of women who had worn it before her.
"I wouldn't want to ask you to give up such a treasured memory" he said sincerely, meeting her gaze "I know how much it means to you… but unfortunately, we have no other choice."
Padmé caressed the piece one last time before closing her fingers around it.
"I know" she replied with a small smile, though there was sadness in her eyes "Believe me, I give it willingly."
Shmi, who had been watching the scene in silence, felt a lump in her throat. Padmé wasn't just a noble and generous young woman, she was also incredibly brave. With each passing moment, she understood more and more why her son was so captivated by her.
"I thank you from the bottom of my heart, dear" she said softly, taking Padmé's hands tenderly "I know you do this out of the kindness of your heart, but I also understand that this is a great sacrifice for you."
Padmé gave her a warm look.
"I would rather make this sacrifice than allow you to suffer unjustly at the hands of a despicable being who sees no value in a life."
Anakin felt his heart tighten with emotion. He admired her more than ever. Unable to hold back, he wrapped his arms around her in a sincere and warm embrace.
"Thank you so much, Padmé" he whispered against her shoulder, feeling the weight of his gratitude.
She returned the hug just as warmly, resting her cheek against his. If it was possible, in that moment, Anakin's feelings for her deepened even further. She was the most incredible person he had ever met.
"Then, I will go speak with this Ronian and propose the deal to free Shmi" Padmé declared with determination "Though, honestly, I doubt someone as cruel as him would accept something like this purely out of kindness. At best, he might agree to return her to Watto."
Anakin clenched his fists. Just thinking about Ronian made his stomach turn, but he tried to focus on the bright side.
"That would still be a victory" he said seriously "At least she would be back with us and treated better."
Padmé nodded resolutely.
"Then I'd better hurry."
Moments later...
Following Anakin and Shmi's instructions, Padmé arrived at Ronian's imposing mansion. It was an ostentatious place, with high walls and extravagant decorations, an overwhelming contrast to the slave quarter where Anakin and his mother lived. Every detail seemed designed to reflect power and dominance.
In the distance, hidden in the shadows, Anakin and Obi-Wan watched the scene cautiously.
"I don't like this, Obi-Wan" Anakin complained, unable to take his eyes off Padmé "What if something happens to her going in alone?"
The Jedi kept his gaze fixed on the mansion, but his voice was firm and reassuring.
"She's not alone, we're watching her. Besides, remember that the Force warns me of what's happening around us. A Jedi can focus on specific people or places, and right now, I'm channeling all my energy into protecting her."
"If you say so…" Anakin muttered, not entirely convinced as he adjusted his binoculars for a better view.
In front of Ronian's mansion…
Padmé took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Her heart pounded, but she forced herself to remain composed. A few seconds later, the massive door creaked open, revealing a menacing-looking Gamorrean. His armor was worn, and his rancid breath tainted the air.
"What do you want, outsider?" he grunted with disdain.
Padmé lifted her chin with grace.
"I have a business proposition for your master. I'm sure he will be very interested."
The Gamorrean eyed her up and down, his gaze invasive, repulsive. A shiver ran down Padmé's spine, but she didn't show a hint of fear.
"You're the kind of female he likes… He'll probably want to see you" he said with a disgusting chuckle before stepping aside to let her in.
Padmé suppressed the revulsion that crept over her and, with no other choice, crossed the threshold.
From the distance…
"She's inside" Anakin reported, his jaw clenched "We need a better angle. I can't see anything from here."
Obi-Wan scanned the surroundings through the Force, ensuring there were no witnesses.
"Hold on tight."
Before Anakin could ask what he meant, Obi-Wan grabbed him firmly and, using the Force, leaped with impressive agility, propelling them onto the structure of a nearby house. Within seconds, they were on the rooftop, with a much clearer view of Ronian's mansion.
"Wow!" Anakin gasped in amazement, catching his breath "That was fast, amazing!"
"It's another Jedi ability" Obi-Wan explained with a slight smile as they cautiously moved across the rooftop to a strategic vantage point.
Anakin quickly raised his binoculars again.
"This way, we can watch over her properly and make sure nothing bad happens" he said with determination, feeling his heart hammer in his chest. He wouldn't let anything happen to her.
Inside Ronian's mansion…
The slaver was lounging on a purple silk divan when the Gamorrean approached, his expression dull but eager to share the news.
"My lord, a visitor has arrived" the guard grunted in a guttural voice "She's quite beautiful, the kind you like… but better."
Ronian raised an eyebrow, barely interested.
"Better? And what makes her special?"
The Gamorrean grunted with delight, as if describing a high-value commodity.
"Her skin is smooth, untouched by the sun. Her hair shines with an uncommon luster around here. She's young… very young, barely a teenager, but she carries herself with class. And…" he let out a repugnant laugh "she's got curves you'll definitely like."
Ronian's lips curled into a predatory smile as he sat up with interest.
"That's enough to get my attention. Let her in."
The Gamorrean escorted Padmé through a hallway lined with carved columns into a spacious room illuminated by golden lamps. Her hands were tense within the folds of her robe, her heart pounded, but she maintained her composure.
Seated with an air of superiority, Ronian awaited her. He was a human with dark green hair and large, orange eyes that seemed to gleam with malice. His physique was well-maintained, and many might consider him attractive, but Padmé wasn't fooled. It wasn't his appearance that mattered, it was what she knew about him: a ruthless slaver, someone who saw people as property.
The moment he laid eyes on her, Ronian's lips curved into a lazy smile. His gaze slowly roamed over her, not with admiration and pure devotion like Anakin's, nor with the genuine curiosity of the boy. No. This gaze was different… dark, hungry. As if he already considered her his.
"Welcome, my dear…" Ronian paused intentionally, waiting for her to introduce herself.
"Padmé" she replied coldly.
Ronian let out a soft chuckle.
"Charming name… Though I must say, your presence is even more enchanting than I imagined. My guard mentioned you have a deal for me."
Padmé straightened with elegance, forcing a calmness that concealed her disgust.
"That's right. Tomorrow, a woman named Shmi, formerly owned by Watto, will be added to your slaves."
Ronian clicked his tongue, recalling.
"Oh, yes… that pathetic junk dealer. Beating him was easy. Though the woman herself doesn't interest me, simply taking something from him was satisfaction enough."
"Then I can assume that particular slave holds no special value to you."
Ronian narrowed his eyes.
"Don't be so sure. Every slave has their use…"
"But I bet you'd rather own something you truly enjoy instead of holding onto a mere victory over a loser" Padmé suggested, keeping her voice soft but firm.
Ronian smiled, intrigued by the young woman's boldness. He had dealt with many women before, some docile, others defiant, but none like her. There was fire in her eyes, an innate elegance in her posture that revealed she had been raised in luxury and power.
Intrigued, he leaned slightly toward her, closing the distance with the slow precision of a predator approaching its prey. Padmé held her ground, refusing to back away, but her body tensed ever so slightly. Ronian noticed that tiny detail, and he enjoyed it.
With the composure of someone completely in control, he raised a hand and, before she could react, brushed the back of his fingers against her cheek.
Padmé's skin was as soft as he had imagined, warm to the touch, a luxury amidst the roughness of Tatooine. But he didn't stop there. His hand trailed downward slowly, leaving a barely perceptible trace along her jawline, sliding down the curve of her neck. His fingers stopped right at the base, feeling the rapid pulse beneath her skin.
Ronian smiled in satisfaction.
He could feel the tension in her, the restrained rage behind her unwavering expression. But that only made the game more thrilling.
Padmé, however, suppressed the shudder of disgust that ran down her spine. She didn't pull away, didn't show weakness. She clung to her composure with all her strength.
This man would not intimidate her. She wouldn't allow it.
"Well…" Ronian's voice was silky, laced with danger "That will depend on what you offer me in return."
From the distance…
The binoculars trembled slightly in Anakin's hands. His pupils dilated as he witnessed that repulsive gesture. An unfamiliar heat surged up his chest, burning his throat. His breathing turned erratic.
It was the first time he had ever felt something like this. Something fierce, uncontrollable.
"He's touching her…" he whispered, but his voice was thick with unexpected fury "That miserable"
Rage tensed his muscles. Something inside him roared like a beast awakening.
"Do something, Obi-Wan" he demanded, frowning, his eyes locked on Padmé.
The Jedi, who was also watching the scene intently, exhaled calmly.
"Patience, Anakin. Remember, we must not act impulsively."
But the boy couldn't simply obey that order. His blood boiled, his heart pounded in his ears. How was he supposed to stay still?
From that moment on, those words from his future master would echo within him…
"We must not act impulsively."
But for Anakin Skywalker, impulsivity was part of his very nature. And letting it go… would never be easy.
Inside, the conversation carried on, the tension thick in the air.
"Has anyone ever told you that your skin is incredibly soft and your scent intoxicating?" Ronian asked in a honeyed tone, slowly withdrawing his hand from her skin only to trail it up to her hair. He took a strand between his fingers, rubbing it with curiosity, as if assessing its quality.
Padmé stifled a grimace of disgust and held her composure.
"I did not come here for that" she replied firmly, not stepping back an inch.
Ronian narrowed his eyes, puzzled by her lack of reaction. He had expected a blush, a stammer, perhaps even fear, but she remained steadfast, her expression as cold as marble. Irritated, he pulled his hand away from her hair.
"Then what did you come for?" he asked, a hint of impatience in his voice.
Padmé let out a faint smile, one that didn't reach her eyes.
"I was told you are a collector of rare and valuable jewels."
Ronian relaxed slightly; the subject piqued his interest.
"If the jewel is you, then I'm very interested in your offer" he said shamelessly, once again raking his hungry gaze over her, making her stomach churn.
Padmé forced herself not to look away. Instead, with an elegant motion, she reached up to her neck and revealed the choker she wore.
"I was referring to this jewel" she said calmly.
Ronian arched a brow, and upon noticing the shine of the central stone and the fine craftsmanship, he reached out to hold it delicately between his fingers.
"Well, well… it is indeed an impressive piece" he murmured, analyzing the choker with a critical eye "It looks valuable… but I don't understand what you have in mind with this deal."
Padmé took a deep breath before making her offer.
"You relinquish the slave you won and set her free."
Ronian let out a burst of laughter.
"I would never free a slave. It goes against my principles."
Padmé suppressed her growing irritation and rephrased her offer.
"Then return her to her previous owner. In exchange, this jewel will be yours."
Ronian turned the piece between his fingers, carefully evaluating it, but then he let it go with a mocking smile.
"Just the jewel?" he asked with feigned disbelief "Because let me tell you, that's not enough."
Padmé's eyes sharpened.
"Enough for what? For you?"
Ronian leaned back in his seat with an indolent air.
"Enough to close the deal."
Padmé held his gaze, knowing she was playing with fire.
"I assure you, this is a highly valuable jewel… worthy of a true collector."
Ronian drummed his fingers on the armrest of his chair, assessing both the piece and the young woman before him. He had found something even more fascinating than the jewel itself, the woman attempting to deceive a man like him without a trace of fear. And that only made his interest in her grow.
"We could close the deal if you offered me two of these" he said, motioning to the choker "But since you only have one… I'm afraid I'll have to ask for something else in return."
Padmé crossed her arms, maintaining her composure.
"What do you want?"
Ronian smirked with self-assurance.
"I have two proposals for you. One is easy… the other is difficult."
The way he said it sent chills down her spine.
"Tell me" she demanded, not looking away.
"First, the difficult one, though I'd say it's nearly impossible" Ronian leaned forward, savoring the tension "I enjoy the thrill of podraces, and when that little brat, the son of my latest acquisition, competes, the excitement is guaranteed. So that's my first option: the brat enters the race. If he wins, I'll return his mother to Watto."
Padmé's stomach clenched. She imagined how dangerous those races were. Anakin might be a great pilot, but risking his life wasn't something she could accept lightly.
"And the easy option?" she asked, though deep down, she already felt she wouldn't like the answer.
Ronian reclined in his seat with a depraved grin, like a predator that had already ensnared its prey.
"You have such a delicious natural scent" he whispered, savoring every word "You're like a jewel in the desert. Around here, there aren't girls like you… with that silky skin, that radiant hair, those eyes that light up the darkness."
A wave of disgust coursed through Padmé's body.
"So here's my proposal" Ronian continued shamelessly "You give yourself to me, give me what I want, and as soon as you satisfy my desire, the woman goes back to Watto."
The world seemed to freeze for an instant. Padmé was speechless, the vileness of his proposal hitting her like a blow. Did he seriously consider that the 'easy' option? Easy for whom?
On her planet, purity was a value, something to be preserved until marriage. For her, it had always been clear: she would only give herself when she was married, when she was madly in love, when her husband respected and cherished her as much as she did him.
But this wretch… This despicable being wanted to take advantage of Anakin's and his mother's desperation to obtain something vile and repugnant.
Her eyes hardened, and her voice came out firmer than she expected.
"I am not a bargaining chip."
Ronian laughed.
"Take it as a compliment, dear. Many would give anything to be in my bed."
Padmé felt her blood boil, but she couldn't lose control.
She took a deep breath and lifted her chin with dignity.
"I am not like the women you're used to buying."
Ronian narrowed his eyes, displeased by her defiance.
"So, no deal?"
Padmé inhaled deeply, frustration pounding in her chest.
"Not with your so-called easy option" she replied, striving to remain calm "But I can't accept the other option either, because it's not up to me."
Ronian scoffed.
"It's up to that little slave rat. More precisely, it's up to his master, the only one who decides his pathetic existence."
Padmé felt a burning indignation rise in her throat. Clenching her fists, she stepped forward defiantly.
"Don't talk about him like that" she spat firmly "I'd like to see you have the guts to race in that circuit."
Ronian let out a mocking laugh.
"Superior beings like me would never take such risks. That's what useless slaves are for."
Every word was like repulsive poison in Padmé's ears, but she forced her mind to stay focused. If she confronted him too much, she would lose her only chance to help Anakin and Shmi.
"I won't waste the opportunity to negotiate with you by telling you the truth" she said coldly "I'll be back later with my answer."
Ronian gave her a lecherous look and leaned back with an indolent air.
"Come back whenever you want. It will always be an honor to receive a beauty like you."
Just as Padmé was about to cross the threshold of Ronian's room, his voice stopped her in her tracks.
"Just one thing" he said in his usual tone of superiority "Regardless of whether that useless Watto agrees to let his pathetic brat compete… that choker stays here. Only then will I bet on returning my now-slave to that good-for-nothing."
A shiver ran down Padmé's spine. Instinctively, she brought a hand to the choker, her fingers brushing against the cold metal with a mix of nostalgia and resignation.
She pressed her lips together and, with a resolute movement, turned to face Ronian. Without a word, she began to unfasten the piece, but before she could, he raised a hand to stop her.
"Allow me."
Padmé felt a pang of discomfort, but she had no choice. Ronian approached slowly, with a smile meant to be kind but unable to hide the wickedness in his gaze.
His rough fingers brushed against her neck with more insistence than necessary. Instead of focusing on the clasp of the jewel, he lingered on her skin, tracing it with a touch that sent chills down her spine, but not in a pleasant way. The touch was deliberate, as if he wanted to etch the sensation of her softness into his memory.
From a distance, Anakin, gripping the binoculars tightly, witnessed the scene with a knot of rage in his stomach.
"That guy is disgusting" he growled through clenched teeth "Are you sure you can't throw him against the wall with the Force, Obi-Wan?"
Beside him, the Jedi sighed, not taking his eyes off the house.
"I'm telling you again, Anakin, you need to calm down. She'll come out any moment now."
But Anakin couldn't calm down. His hands clenched around the binoculars as he watched Ronian prolong his contact with Padmé.
Inside, finally, Ronian unfastened the choker, and as soon as he had it in his hands, he brought it to his face, closing his eyes as he deeply inhaled the scent embedded in the piece.
"We'll see each other soon" he murmured, looking at her shamelessly.
Padmé felt a wave of disgust but maintained her composure. Without giving him the satisfaction of a reaction, she turned on her heel and walked out of the room with firm steps.
As soon as she stepped outside, Anakin let out a huff, his face flushed with fury.
"That bastard…"
But Obi-Wan was already moving.
"That's enough, Anakin. Let's go."
The boy clenched his fists in frustration but obeyed, though inside, he swore that if Ronian ever touched Padmé like that again, he would make sure he regretted it.
The moment Padmé stepped out, the air felt lighter, but inside, she was a storm. She had rejected Ronian's offer without hesitation because she would never betray her principles. Since childhood, she had been taught the importance of waiting, of giving herself only for love, and of protecting her dignity with the strength of her values. She wouldn't be able to look at herself in the mirror if she had accepted such a thing.
But then her mind returned to the other side of the coin. Her refusal put Anakin in danger. If she didn't accept the first option, he would be forced to compete in the podrace. She knew he was skilled, but she also knew how deadly that circuit was. Could she live with the guilt if something happened to him?
Lost in her internal debate, she barely noticed the presence of Anakin and Obi-Wan until the boy approached her with a concerned expression.
"Padmé, are you okay?" he asked, gently taking her hands "I was really worried about you."
She blinked, trying to pull herself together.
"Not too well" she admitted "I couldn't close the deal. Ronian has a condition."
"What condition?" Obi-Wan asked with interest.
Padmé felt a slight heat rise to her face. Just the thought of repeating the proposal that Ronian had called 'the easy option' made her stomach turn, so she remained silent for a momento, longer than she realized.
However, her reaction didn't go unnoticed. Obi-Wan and Anakin exchanged a brief glance, and without needing words, they understood that she was hiding something. Even though they had just met, they already shared a connection that allowed them to read each other with unsettling ease.
Finally, Padmé sighed and decided to tell them what she could.
"Ronian wants you to compete in the podrace, Ani."
The boy blinked in surprise.
"That's what he wants?"
"Yes" Padmé confirmed "And he already kept the choker."
Anakin frowned.
"But that's not up to me. It depends on Watto, and he hasn't said anything."
That answer only made Padmé's guilt weigh even heavier on her shoulders. Anakin couldn't accept the challenge on his own; his fate was still tied to his master's decision.
Obi-Wan, who had remained silent until then, finally spoke with calm determination.
"Let's go to Watto. I'm sure we can convince him to let you compete."
Padmé turned to him, her anguish reflected in every feature of her face.
"But it's too dangerous, Obi-Wan" she said, almost in a whisper "We can't allow it."
But though her words were firm, a part of her already knew there was no alternative.
"Don't worry, Padmé, I can do it" Anakin reassured her with a determined smile "I've raced before, and I'm not afraid."
"I know, Ani. But I am."
Padmé looked at him with concern. The boy's bravery moved her, but it also broke her heart to see him take such great risks as if he were an adult.
"But it's the only way to help Mom" Anakin's voice softened, and his eyes reflected the determination of someone who had grown up too fast "I don't want her to suffer under a cruel master."
Padmé felt a lump in her throat. How was it possible that such a small child had to carry such a heavy burden? With tenderness, she stroked his cheek.
"You're a very brave boy, Ani… and a wonderful son."
Anakin smiled gratefully before the three of them started walking through the dusty streets of Mos Espa, leaving the wealthy merchants' district behind.
"What we need to think about now is how we're going to convince Watto" Anakin's voice broke the silence.
"That's what I'm thinking about" Obi-Wan replied, arms crossed "Maybe he'd be interested in a bet."
Padmé frowned, thoughtful. Then, with a spark of cunning in her eyes, she said:
"I think I have a plan. We'll get to him through his ego."
"What do you mean?" Anakin asked curiously.
"You'll see."
Moments later, they arrived at Watto's house. Unlike Ronian's residence, full of luxury and excess, the Toydarian merchant's home was a mess. The walls were dirty and cracked, and the ground where a garden should have been was covered in junk and old mechanical parts.
"Wow, what a pigsty" Padmé muttered disdainfully, crossing her arms "This is exactly how I imagined his house would be."
Amused by the girl's remark, Anakin smiled before stepping up to the door and ringing the bell. A few seconds later, Watto appeared, floating before them with his usual annoyed expression.
"What happened? Don't tell me those ruffians everyone's been talking about robbed us."
"No, I came to ask for your permission to enter tomorrow's race."
Watto blinked in surprise and, in a fit of irritation, grabbed Anakin by the ear and yanked him roughly.
"How dare you leave your post without my permission?"
Before he could punish the boy further, Obi-Wan intervened. Quickly and firmly, he grabbed Watto's wrist, forcing him to let go of Anakin.
"That's enough, friend" the Jedi's voice was calm, but his grip was like steel.
Watto clicked his tongue and rubbed his wrist with a scowl while Anakin stepped back, rubbing his ear. Padmé immediately placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"And who are these lowlifes?" the Toydarian growled, narrowing his eyes "Wait… you're the losers who couldn't close the deal to repair your ship with my parts."
"We're Anakin's friends, that's all you need to know" Obi-Wan replied calmly "And I believe the boy asked you a question."
Watto swallowed hard. There was something about this man that unsettled him, though he couldn't quite say why. He crossed his arms and huffed.
"I've already lost too much in bets, so I'm not taking any more risks. You're not racing, boy."
Padmé smirked slyly and, feigning disinterest, slowly turned away.
"What a shame" she said casually, her tone ambiguous enough to plant doubt "I suppose then people will keep saying what they say about you…"
Watto blinked, confused.
"What do you mean by that?"
Padmé didn't answer. She simply started walking down the street, moving away with an air of indifference.
Anakin and Obi-Wan exchanged a glance. They didn't need words to understand what was happening. They were reading each other's minds again.
After a brief moment, they followed her.
Watto, looking perplexed, floated a few inches higher and quickly caught up to them, flapping his small wings until he was hovering beside them.
His tone was aggressive, but there was a flicker of nervousness in his eyes.
"What do you mean by that, spoiled girl?" he growled, narrowing his gaze.
Padmé crossed her arms, still feigning disinterest.
"Ronian has been mocking you all over Mos Espa" she said with a sly smile "He made you look like a loser after beating you at the casino."
Watto's eyes flared with fury, and his trunk trembled with indignation.
"That miserable Jokuan (Ronian's species)!" the Toydarian spat "But what difference would it make if the useless brat raced?"
Padmé let out a mocking little laugh.
"For starters, he's not useless" her tone turned dangerously sharp "And you know that very well."
Anakin and Obi-Wan exchanged a silent look. They didn't need words to express their surprise at the way Padmé was handling the situation.
Watto clicked his tongue, irritated.
"Don't try to outsmart me. Get to the point."
Padmé lifted her chin with confidence.
"Ronian said that if Anakin wins the race, he'll return Shmi to you."
A heavy silence followed. Watto hovered in the air, processing the information. He could feel the weight of Ronian's mockery, the humiliation of losing, the possibility of getting even.
Finally, he grunted
"Fine. You'll race then."
A surge of excitement ran through Anakin's body.
"Really?"
"Yes, but get to work on my podracer right away and have it ready for tomorrow."
"Alright!" Anakin's smile was radiant.
Watto pointed a claw at him.
"And you'd better win, understood?"
The boy's expression hardened.
"Believe me, I don't intend to lose. But I'm not doing it for you, I'm doing it for my mom."
Watto snorted indifferently.
"Do it for whoever and whatever you want, just do it."
Without another word, he floated back toward his house.
Anakin looked at Padmé in admiration.
"Wow, that was amazing!"
Padmé smiled proudly.
"That was nothing, Ani" she said, crossing her arms playfully "You should've seen me when I had to negotiate with the Fofiar people. That was amazing."
Obi-Wan placed a hand on Anakin's shoulder.
"You did it. We're so close to saving your mother."
The boy nodded with determination.
"Let's get you ready for the race" the Jedi said "And let's get the podracer ready."
Together, they set off, knowing that Shmi's fate depended on what happened on the track the next day.
Moments later, in Watto's workshop, Anakin worked diligently on the podracer. His hands moved with precision over the engine, adjusting parts and cables with astonishing ease for someone his age. Beside him, Obi-Wan did what he could to help, though mechanics were not his strong suit, especially not on a peculiar planet like Tatooine.
"When I finish my own podracer, it'll be way more impressive than this old model" Anakin commented smugly, making sure Padmé heard him.
She shot him an amused look.
Suddenly, the workshop door burst open.
Jar Jar leaped inside clumsily, followed by C-3PO and R2-D2. Behind them, a group of children rushed in, excited and chattering loudly. They were Anakin's friends, who had run over as soon as they heard he was going to race.
"Are you really racing, Ani?" Kitster asked, his eyes shining with excitement.
"Yeah, it's going to be thrilling."
"And dangerous" a girl added worriedly "Remember what happened to Mafetian last year? He crashed into a cliff and ended up with a spinal injury. He hasn't been able to move since."
The comment hit Padmé like a rock in the stomach. A shiver ran down her spine, and her anxiety grew. She had never wanted Anakin to race, had never wanted to put him in danger, but they had no other choice. Ronian's proposal had been impossible to accept.
She quietly stepped away from the group, feeling as though tears would cloud her vision at any moment. She didn't want anyone to see her like this.
Meanwhile, the children kept chatting excitedly.
For Kitster, the beautiful young woman hadn't gone unnoticed, her distinguished presence and serene demeanor made her seem completely out of place in Tatooine.
Kitster looked at Anakin curiously.
"Don't tell me she's the girl you mentioned the other day."
Anakin grinned proudly.
"The one and only. Isn't she unique?"
"Yeah… but when you said she was really different, I thought she was a dragon girl."
Anakin burst out laughing.
"Not this dragon thing again. Didn't I tell you she's beautiful?"
Kitster shrugged.
"Well, I don't know your taste in girls. Besides, a dragon girl could be pretty too."
Anakin shook his head, amused by his friend's peculiar logic, but his smile faded when his eyes landed on Padmé again.
She stood a few meters away, her gaze distant and her arms crossed over her chest. Her breathing seemed uneven, as if she were struggling to control her emotions.
Anakin didn't hesitate. He wiped his hands on his clothes and walked toward her, leaving the others to continue working on the podracer. At that moment, Obi-Wan was focused on adjusting the control panel, so he had nothing else to do for now.
"Padmé, are you okay?" he asked gently, standing beside her.
She took a few seconds to respond. When she finally turned to face him, her eyes reflected a mix of concern and something deeper… something that made Anakin's heart beat a little faster.
Padmé closed her eyes for a moment, trying to hold back the tears threatening to escape. Her chest felt tight with guilt and helplessness.
"I don't want you to have to go through this, Ani" she said, her voice trembling "What your friends said about the races… it sounds terrifying. I don't want you to take that risk, I don't want anything to happen to you. I would have given anything for you not to have to do this. I wanted to… but at the same time, I couldn't."
Anakin frowned, confused and concerned.
"What happened, Padmé? What did that wretched man do to you?"
She quickly shook her head.
"He didn't really do anything… But his proposal… I couldn't accept it."
She lowered her gaze, unable to meet Anakin's eyes. Her hands trembled slightly.
"Believe me, I truly wanted to. I wanted to find another way, any way, so you wouldn't have to risk yourself like this. But I couldn't accept it… I couldn't stop your life from being in danger now. I couldn't protect you from this."
For a moment, silence took over the space, broken only by the distant sounds of the others working on the podracer.
Anakin looked at her with an intensity uncommon for a boy his age. His mind processed her words, trying to read between the lines, trying to understand the weight of what she was saying.
"I don't know what he asked of you" he finally said, his tone more mature than Padmé expected "But if you, who are willing to give up something so important to you for my mother and me, couldn't accept it… then I know it was something that would have hurt you."
He paused before continuing, his voice filled with a gentleness that completely disarmed Padmé.
"I know it wasn't something material, something you could just hand over. It must have been something important, something you couldn't sacrifice. So please, don't blame yourself. This isn't your fault."
He straightened slightly, his gaze full of determination.
"This is Watto's fault, for treating my mom like she's worthless. It's Ronian's fault, for making deals for his own benefit without thinking about what they mean for us. But it's not your fault, Padmé. On the contrary, you're doing something incredible for us, something no one else would. And I appreciate it so much."
Padmé felt her throat tighten with emotion. She placed a hand over her chest, surprised by the maturity of this boy who, despite everything he had been through, still had such a pure heart.
"I know that if you could have, you would have found another solution" Anakin continued "But sometimes things don't happen the way we want them to. And that's okay. I just want you to know that what you did already means a lot to me."
Padmé took a deep breath and, without thinking too much about it, leaned forward slightly and gently caressed his cheek.
"Thank you, Ani."
For the first time in a while, she felt the weight on her chest lighten.
Moments later, Anakin and Padmé returned to the others. She already felt much better thanks to the words of that wonderful boy who, despite his young age, possessed a wisdom and warmth that comforted her in a way she hadn't expected.
"The systems are ready" Obi-Wan announced, carefully inspecting the podracer's controls.
Anakin grinned with excitement.
"Great! Time to start the engines!"
Obi-Wan lifted him effortlessly to help him into the podracer. The boy allowed himself to be picked up without a second thought, but the instant he felt the Jedi's firm support, something warm settled in his chest. He knew Obi-Wan had told him that they couldn't be friends due to the strict rules of the Jedi Order, but… how could he help it?
No matter what words his friend said, Anakin couldn't stop seeing him as someone close, as a figure he longed for in his life. A part of him, the part that couldn't accept the absence of a father, clung desperately to the idea that, deep down, Obi-Wan saw him the same way. Even though he knew it was impossible, even though he kept telling himself that Jedi weren't allowed to have attachments like that, his heart refused to let go of that hope.
Shaking off those thoughts, he focused on what mattered. With a determined smile, he activated the controls, and the engines roared to life with a thunderous rumble. The vibrations coursed through the podracer, and the sand around them trembled.
"It's ready!" Anakin exclaimed, feeling the thrill rush through him.
The others cheered excitedly. Padmé smiled tenderly, that strange emotion swirling inside her, she couldn't believe that it was just a child doing so many incredible things.
Suddenly, Kitster, always restless, climbed onto the side of the podracer with the agility of someone used to scrambling over everything. He leaned over the control panel and curiously eyed the buttons.
"Hey, Ani, is this the button to turn on the lights for night races?" he asked randomly, having no clue what he was doing.
Before Anakin could answer, his friend had already pressed the switch with enthusiasm.
A second later, a jet of black oil shot out from the side of the podracer… and landed right on Padmé.
Silence fell.
Padmé blinked several times, her mouth slightly open in surprise. Her elegant clothes were now drenched in motor oil, her hair sticky, and her expression a mix of disbelief and anger.
"No, you idiot! That one releases the oil!" Anakin exclaimed, immediately shutting down the system.
But it was already too late.
Kitster shrugged, trying to stifle his laughter.
"Oops."
The other children were in shock for a moment… and then burst into laughter. Even Jar Jar let out a strange sound that was a mix of surprise and amusement.
Obi-Wan placed a hand on his forehead, clearly wondering how he had ended up in the middle of a scene like this.
Realizing what he had done, and the fire burning in Padmé's gaze, Kitster made the wisest decision of his life: run.
"Oh! I think my mom is calling me!" he exclaimed, spinning on his heels and sprinting away before the young woman's wrath could catch up to him.
Padmé followed him with her gaze, mentally scorching him.
"Meesa thinks that color suits you" Jar Jar commented with his peculiar sense of humor, trying to lighten the situation.
But when Padmé turned to him with a look of pure fury, the Gungan shrugged and decided it was probably best to stay quiet.
Feeling a bit guilty, Anakin approached with a conciliatory smile.
"Don't worry, Padmé. The oil washes off easily."
She sighed, feeling the viscous liquid clinging to her skin.
"What a disgusting sensation… This smells awful, and I'm completely sticky."
To make matters worse, a sudden gust of wind blew in, kicking up a cloud of sand that stuck to the oil on her skin and clothes.
Padmé closed her eyes in frustration.
"Oh, come on…!"
Her patience had reached its limit.
"I'd better go home and take a bath."
She walked away with as much dignity as she could muster in her current state, leaving behind a somewhat sheepish Anakin and a group struggling to hold back their laughter.
Walking through the streets of Mos Espa at this hour, with the dying sunlight on the horizon, would have been a fascinating experience for Padmé under different circumstances. But now, her appearance made her the perfect target for teasing and barely concealed amusement.
Some passersby chuckled as they walked past, while others made comments without even bothering to lower their voices.
"Well, looks like someone lost a bet."
"Or maybe it's the latest fashion on some exotic planet."
Padmé clenched her fists and kept her gaze forward, pretending not to hear them, though inside, she wished she could disappear. She wasn't a vain person, but being reduced to a joke on a foreign planet was far from pleasant.
After what felt like an eternity, she finally reached the Skywalker home.
Upon entering, the first thing she noticed was the heavy, dense atmosphere. Shmi sat with her back to her, at the table, her hands busy with some mechanical task. However, Padmé immediately noticed the slight puffiness around her eyes, the traces of recent tears she was trying to hide.
"I'm back" she announced, stepping in and closing the door behind her.
"So my Ani will have to run" the woman murmured without looking up.
It was more of a statement than a question.
Padmé lowered her gaze, feeling a pang of sadness.
"Yes… The other option was vulgar, so I rejected it."
Shmi let out a shaky sigh.
"I didn't think you'd have to go through something this uncomfortable. I'm sorry."
"You don't have to apologize, Shmi. That man is a shameless opportunist."
Anakin's mother shook her head, a mix of sadness and admiration in her eyes.
"How could he ask that of you? You're a good girl."
It was then that Shmi finally looked up… and her eyes widened when she saw the state Padmé was in.
"But… what happened to you?"
Padmé sighed, shaking her still-sticky hands slightly.
"Ani's friend was playing with controls he shouldn't have touched."
Shmi smiled indulgently, used to the mischief of children.
"Well, at least that has a solution."
She stood up calmly and began preparing water for a bath.
"I'll get your bath ready, and once you take off your clothes, hand them to me so I can soak them. Oil comes off easily if treated in time."
Padmé looked at her with gratitude.
"Thank you so much, Shmi."
The two entered the small bathroom of the house. It was a modest space, with adobe walls and simple utensils, but Padmé couldn't help noticing how cozy it felt, as if everything in this home was imbued with the warmth of Shmi and Anakin.
In the center of the room was an old wooden tub, worn by time but still functional.
"My Ani likes to bathe here as if it were a pool" Shmi said with a smile "If you'd like, I'll fill it up so you can clean yourself properly."
Padmé nodded, feeling truly grateful.
"I would really appreciate that."
Moments later, the water was ready. Padmé handed her clothes to Shmi and slid into the tub, letting out a sigh of relief as the warm water enveloped her.
After the tension at Ronian's house and the guilt of not being able to prevent Anakin from having to run, a bath like this was exactly what she needed. She closed her eyes and, for a moment, let her mind take her far from Tatooine… away from the sand, the oil, and the exhaustion.
In her imagination, the bath was no longer an old wooden tub in a humble home, but the elegant marble bathtub in her room at the Theed Palace, with perfumed water and the view of the gardens through the window.
But deep down, she realized something: for the first time in a long while, she felt at home, even though she was light-years away from Naboo.
Moments later, Anakin, Obi-Wan, Jar Jar, and the droids were heading home after a long day. The podracer was finally ready for the race, and now the most important thing was for the boy to get a good night's rest before the challenge awaiting him the next day.
The journey back was filled with lively conversation and the hustle and bustle of Mos Espa, but Anakin's energy still wasn't completely drained, even though moments earlier, in a moment of carelessness, he had cut his arm on the sharp edge of a metal piece.
"Meesa feels pain seeing you hurt!" Jar Jar said, ever dramatic.
Anakin rolled his eyes with a smile.
"I told you, it doesn't hurt."
The Gungan sighed theatrically and, changing the subject, said enthusiastically:
"Your friends are really nice, meesa liked them."
"Yeah, they're good guys" Anakin replied with a smile.
"Especially the one who covered Padmé in oil" Jar Jar added with a teasing laugh, recalling the mess from a few hours ago.
Anakin burst out laughing.
"I think that's the one she's going to like the least."
Obi-Wan, who had been silent until then, smirked.
"She looked like she wanted to fry him with her eyes."
Jar Jar laughed along with him.
"That was so funny!"
But Anakin frowned, more concerned about something else.
"I just hope she's in a better mood now."
He knew Padmé wasn't one to hold grudges over silly things, but he also knew she hated feeling embarrassed.
When they finally arrived at the Skywalker home, Obi-Wan followed Anakin inside. With the serious expression he usually wore when analyzing something, he led him to the main room.
Taking a small device from his utility belt, he casually took a blood sample from the cut on the boy's arm.
"What are you doing?" Anakin asked, watching him curiously.
"Just making sure you don't get an infection" Obi-Wan replied without looking up, activating the device.
But in reality, the device wasn't just a simple medical scanner. It was a midichlorian counter, a standard instrument that Jedi carried to assess potential Force sensitivity in initiates.
However, what appeared on the screen made Obi-Wan freeze completely.
20,000 midichlorians and counting…
The numbers flickered on the screen as if the device was struggling to process the information. Obi-Wan felt a chill run down his spine.
That number was… impossible.
No Jedi in history had ever registered such a high count. Not even Master Yoda, the wisest and most powerful of the Order, had come close to that figure.
Anakin Skywalker's potential was simply staggering.
Obi-Wan could hardly believe it.
"Why do you look like that?" Anakin asked, noticing the stunned expression on the Jedi's face "Is something wrong? Do I have an infection?"
Obi-Wan blinked, trying to compose himself.
"No, Anakin" his voice came out more serious than he intended "Everything's fine. Just wash up so it doesn't get infected."
The boy eyed him skeptically for a moment but nodded and ran off to the bathroom, though he frowned, wondering why Obi-Wan had suddenly gone so pale.
As soon as he was alone, the Jedi looked back at the device.
The count had surpassed 20,000 units.
The number was still there, blinking on the screen, increasing.
Then, the device let out a faint buzz… and shut off.
Obi-Wan frowned and shook it, trying to restart it, but the small screen remained blank. The counter had short-circuited.
A shiver ran down his spine. No Jedi had ever overloaded a midichlorian counter in the entire history of the Order.
What he had just discovered changed everything.
An unprecedented revelation had just shaken the fate of the galaxy. Anakin Skywalker was not just a child born without a father, he possessed a potential that defied all logic. No Jedi in history had ever demonstrated power as immense as his, but with such greatness came even greater challenges. His impulsiveness and anger, always lurking beneath the surface, had once again gotten the better of him. Fortunately, under Obi-Wan's guidance, he managed to avoid any serious consequences… this time.
However, this wasn't the only battle waging inside him. His growing love for Padmé seemed harmless, but destiny had other plans. For a future Jedi, loving in such a way was not just a risk, it was a dangerous contradiction. And as if that weren't enough, his yearning to see Obi-Wan not just as a mentor but as a father figure further complicated his inner struggle. Realizing his own contradictions was only the first step, the real challenge would be facing them and deciding what sacrifices he was willing to make.
Meanwhile, Padmé was also facing a harsh reality. Away from her throne and the protective protocols of Naboo, she had discovered a cruel and ruthless world in Tatooine, where royalty meant nothing. Her encounter with Ronian had been just a glimpse of how difficult it would be to adapt. The young queen, used to navigating the halls of power, now had to learn how to survive in a place where power wasn't won through speeches, but through experience and cunning.
What does the future hold for these two young souls whose paths seem more intertwined than ever? That remains to be seen… but one thing is certain: the challenges have only just begun.
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