Ana is snuggled against my back as she has lost her Speederbike privileges until she has safety gear to wear. And it's also safer for transporting the money that is trapped between her and my back.
'It was kinda funny seeing that angry pout on Anakin's face when I told her she couldn't ride her own Speederbike back into the city…and how easily she submitted underneath the cold hard gaze of a Mandalorian helmet.' Being too self-absorbed by feeling amused with myself and my accomplishments of bullying an eight year old girl.
I almost don't register it when Ana suddenly shouts. "We're here!" At Ana's shout I bring my bike to an instant in front of what looks like a Junkyard, a sign on the front of the building has something written in different characters.
"Anakin, what does that sign say?" At my question Ana gives me a strange and disbelief filled look.
"It says "Watto's" in basic and Huttese." Anakin explains to me before a frown appears on her face. "Starkiller, do you not know how to read?"
"I really only know the language of English. Its spoken form is the same as basic, but written wise it's nothing like your basic language."
"But I heard you speaking in the same language as that Mandalorian woman…"
"I know some spoken words, Anakin. But my language skills are very lacking."
"Oh…well I can teach you to read, write and speak both Huttese and basic if you want to learn?" Anakin offers with a kind smile on her face while she practically vibrates with energy.
"Thank you Anakin, you are a kind person." At my words Anakin's cheeks turn pink and she hands me the heavy coin purse.
Entering Watto's the first thing I notice isn't the droids or parts, but the smell.
'God, it smells awful in here!' I start to plan getting my helmet kitted out with air fresheners or whatever the things that purify the oxygen I breathe in are called.
My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of hummingbird wings beating the air. Looking up I see Watto flying down from above. The movies did not do Watto justice…he is a fat blue slob insect looking thing, with a small elephant-like trunk for a nose.
He speaks to Anakin in a language I don't know and then turns to me. "The girl tells me you want to buy her and her mother, ehh?"
"I do." My response flows from my helmet and is accompanied by the coin purse filled with money, being underhandly tossed to Watto.
Watto opens the coin purse and dumps it out on the counter. "There's enough money here to buy four slaves! What's so special about the girl and her mother? I know the girl is good at fixing things but so is a droid!" Watto is outraged that I think his slaves are worth more than they are and Anakin starts to look worried.
"The girl guided me to some acquaintances. I was going to pay her but she informed me that she was your slave. I merely wish to buy the girl and her mother's freedom for aid rendered. I figured a reputable business man such as yourself would appreciate not being haggled. While being compensated enough to buy two new slaves whilst still making a profit." Anakin clenches her fists at my words while Watto laughs jovially.
"Very well off-worlder, the girl and her mother are your problems now." Watto says in a greasy voice and pulls out two almost car key fob looking things.
"The red button kills them, the white one disables the control chips." Watto waves lazily, already flying up into his little hovel.
"Come girl, let's go collect your mother." Resting my right hand on Anakin's left shoulder I lead her out of Watto's junk shop.
The one droid that I had previously commanded to stay with and protect Anakin earlier.
Has waited patiently for us while we handled business with Watto.
My Phase 3 Dark Trooper is sitting on its own speederbike with two more speederbikes steering and locomotive systems slaved to the droid's control systems. Along with an anti-grav sled a bit bigger than a red radio flyer wagon, magnetically connected to the bike it is riding.
The anti-grav sled was on Xena's…I guess it's my ship now.
The ride to Ana's is incredibly short since it is basically right behind Watto's scrap yard and functions as part of a wall that protects the yard.
My bike isn't even completely stopped before Ana jumps off and yells for her mother in a very excited and happy voice.
"MOM!!!"
"ANAKIN, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!!! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW WORRIES YOU HAVE HAD ME?!" At Shmi's loud angry sounding shout I find myself flinching slightly, but I can also hear the hints of relief carried in Ana's mother's voice.
The door whooshs open, mother and daughter collide in a way that you would expect to cause a sonic boom.
Shmi quickly drops to her knees like all her strength has left her as she begins inspecting her daughter for injuries.
'Holy shit Anakin's Mom is fucking gorgeous, and look at those tits!' I'm glad I'm wearing a helmet or else Shmi might know just how thirsty I am right now, as I ogle the early twenties single mother Hayley Atwell look-alike.
"Ma'am, Anakin can fill you in one the way but I believe it is best if you grab what possession you absolutely need and we leave before Watto decides to fuck me over." I try to keep my tone respectful but the way Shmi's head whips to me and the way she tries to push Anakin behind her protectively doesn't convey happiness at my unannounced presence.
"Who are you and what have you done to my daughter?!"
"My name is Starkiller and I have purchased both you and Anakin from Watto. Now can we get a fucking move on?" Shmi's face devolves into an expression of horror as Anakin drags her into the house all the while chattering on happily about me.
'I don't think Shmi and I are going to get along very well…and ain't that a loss because she's one hot momma.' facing away from the door I join my phase 3 Dark Trooper in watching for threats.
"Hey Starkiller, can you help me with my droid, please?" At Ana's call for help I go to enter the hovel and find that I really have to hunch my back just to fit inside.
Shmi keeps sending me distrustful glances but something seems to change when she sees me take the droid that will be Seethreepio C-3PO someday.
"Anything else you want to bring with you kiddo?" At my question Ana nods her head and then runs off back to what I assume is her bedroom.
While I carry her droid out and put it in the sled, stepping back into the house I take the crate that Shmi is struggling to lug to the door.
"Why are you doing this, what do you want from us?" Shmi desperately asks me in a voice barely above a murmur.
"I only wish to give Ana the life she deserves. She's a sweet kid…I'm sure she gets that from her mother." Shmi looks away from me at my compliment, which allows me to see that her ears have turned pink.
"Once we're settled somewhere safe I'll buy a medical droid to remove your and Ana's control chips. I also have two friends who need their collars removed as well. I know that it is hard to trust anyone in the galaxy, because no one is ever willing to help anyone if there is nothing to gain for themselves. But please try to trust me Ma'am." Ana enters the room again and looks at me and her mother holding the same crate blushes something fierce before looking away with a silly smile on her face.
Shmi lets out a harsh breath, looks into my eyes through my visor and nods her head subtly.
Then she releases her grip on the crate and I carry it outside, it takes us little more than half an hour to clean out Shmi and Ani's hovel of everything that isn't nailed down.
"Ana, take your mother and P3-1 back to the spaceport. Take a long route to make sure you aren't being followed. Oh and no reckless driving unless you are being pursued by someone who wishes to do you harm. And take these with you just keeping them from you this long has made me sick to my stomach." Anakin tentatively takes the control find for her and her mother's control chips, and then pulls her mother over to the empty speederbike brought for them.
Watching as the three leave I return to Watto's shop, the bug flies down from above.
"No refunds!" Reaching out with the force using a force grip I start applying pressure to Watto's esophagus.
Feeling a rather perverse sense of pleasure at watching this hideous fat flying insect squirm and squeal for breath.
Easing my grip, "I want everything you own, you either hand it over to me now. Or later after I've had my fun." I finish my threat by making dozens of tendrils of lightning arc from my left hand.
Liquid stains Watto's pants, "I-I'll do it! I'll sign everything over to you!" Watto screams breathlessly.
I realize Watto and he flies over to a safe and opens it with a frantic speed.
He pulls out some shiny looking plastics with printing on them alongside a data pad.
The process of transference goes rather well with just a thumb print, and a couple of signatures.
"Now die!" A growl leaves me as I send arcs of lightning through Watto's body, the smell of cooking Toydarian smells very similar to pork. By the time I cut off the lighting Watto is one crispy critter with charred bone exposed under patches of blackened meat.
Using the force I grab and lift Watto's charred carcass off of the ground and carry it out into the yard.
Setting down Watto's remains next to a rather blackened roundish contraption…I believe to be a starship engine.
'This should look like Watto fucked around with something and lit himself on fire.' Doctoring up the scene a tiny bit by using lightning to blacken/glass the sand around the engine.
Taking a moment to admire my work before returning to the main shop area, using the force I pull down the repulsorlift ceiling entrance that doubles as Watto's home/living room.
Grabbing my sack of money, the documents and the datapad I leave Watto's…I guess my junkyard, locking the entrance behind me with the datapad whilst activating the security system.
Getting onto my speederbike I head to the active and populous spaceport, right at the entrance it's like a Bazaar you only see in movies.
Finding one stall that has a bunch of droids being sold out of it I find a medical/surgeon droid that comes with a bunch of accessories.
A Rodian male comes over and slaps his hand down on the droid.
"This beauty just retired from the top hospital on Courscant, I'll give you a good discount at five thousand credits!"
"That's about what it would cost brand new. Throw in the surgical assistant droid and you've got a deal."
The Rodian laughs, "Ahh my friend you know your droids. Very well then a package deal for six thousand credits."
Taking the large pouch from my belt plus one of the Nova crystals. "This or I find a better deal somewhere else." The Rodian grabs the money and passes me the ownership documents and the control codes.
Grabbing both deactivated droids I secure them to my bike with magnetic clamps, and begin heading back to the abandoned Spaceport.
When I catch sight of a Kiffar man, in Jedi clothes and a pair of blue head tails.
'Alaya and Quilen Vos are here on Tatooine?!' Both seem to sense me and turn to look at me, and damn Alaya is a total fucking hottie.
Nodding to the two Jedi before I return my gaze forward, I start pushing my speederbike faster, as I drive back to the abandoned Spaceport.