Birth of the Sith

[Ryuugi]

Birth of the Sith
Prologue


The world of Tatooine was harsh and unforgiving. Its sands buried the brave and foolish alike.

The woman now wandering its desert wastes didnÆt think of herself as either.

She wasnÆt in the desert by choice.

She wasnÆt even on this planet by choice.

If she had a choice, she never would have come to this planet; sheÆd still be onù

A strange feeling came over her as she realized she could no longer remember the name of her home planet. It was almost sadness, but it had been so long that the feeling shifted quickly to anger.

She hated her parents, even though she knew they didnÆt deserve it. She hated that theyÆd decided to take that journey to the Outer Rim and she hated the pirates that had enslaved them. She hated each and every world sheÆd been forced to travel to and she hated each and every one of her masters. She hated those who treated her cruelly, but she hated those who were kind to her even more, for not one of them had ever been so kind as to free her or to at least see to it that she was sold to another ækindÆ owner.

And in that desert, she clung to that angerùshe clung to her spite and anger.

Because she was alone in the galaxy, a slave since she was six, and there was no apparent chance of ever being free. If she escaped this desert, she would only find herself in the hands of a master who thought of her as no more than property.

Anger was the only thing that kept her going anymore.

But anger alone would not be enough.

She knew that.

Maybe a part of her even accepted that.

She hadnÆt been well fed in years. The clothing sheÆd been given by her previous master was not suited to the harshness of a desert. She hadnÆt had any water to drink in more than a day.

She was going to die.

Part of her raged futilely against that knowledgeùthe part that allowed her to keep moving forward.

And part of her didnÆt care. She was tired. She hadnÆt seen her family in decades and the last time she had, theyÆd also been slaves. For all she knew, they were dead. As a slave, she could lay claim to nothingùeverything she had belonged to her masters. She didnÆt believe in anything. SheÆd never had a husband and would never be allowed to choose one of her own will. SheÆd only rarely had friends.

She pushed onwards on anger alone, just as she always had, but there was nothing waiting for her at the end of her journey.

If she died in this desert right now, the only person in the entire universe that would care was her newest masterùbecause of the loss of a slave.

She knew that, of course. SheÆd known since she turned eight and had been first sold from one master to another, leaving her sobbing mother behind.

Anger kept her moving, but she wasnÆt going anywhere.

If she gave up now and died in the sand, it would just mean sheÆd die free, rather than as a slave.

Maybe that was a better death.

Then why did she keep moving?

She had no answer to that question.

She refused to even acknowledge it.

Instead, she buried it deep inside and tried her hardest not to think about it, because if she did, sheÆd realize she had nothing to live for and probably never would, and that would be worse than dying.

But no matter her wishesàsheÆd never really had a choice in her own fate, had she?

Less than two hours later, she fell.

The last thing she saw before she fell unconscious was a pair of dark figures, slowly approaching.

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[Flamewolf]

too many fics

 

[the DragonBard]

So, before Anakin's birth, Shimi escapes and either gets found by the Sith, so Anakin 'Anger-Management Problem' Skywalker gets even angrier than canon?

You're going to need to explain how Shimi was able to escape without being blown up, and why the Sith are on Tatooine so early.

 

[Ryuugi]

too many fics

But you don't care because you love every one of them and you know it.

So, before Anakin's birth, Shimi escapes and either gets found by the Sith, so Anakin 'Anger-Management Problem' Skywalker gets even angrier than canon?

You're going to need to explain how Shimi was able to escape without being blown up, and why the Sith are on Tatooine so early.

Nah, this is me drawing on the Expanded Universe. According to it, Anakin was conceived without a father, an obvious reference to Jesus. However, there are two proposed explanations, though I don't think it's ever been stated which was correct.

1) The microscopic organisms that connect people to the Force got together one day and made a baby.

2) Darth Plagueis, who you probably remember from Palpatine's little 'Keep those you love from dying' speech (which really should have made Anakin realize he was a Sith), used his control over said microscopic organisms to make a baby for sinister reasons.

So no, not angrier. I'm basically trying to rewrite the prequels to make sense. I figure, hey, people have spent the last...however many years pointing out each and every flaw and logical fallacy--I might as well use them.

So the Prologue is basically asking 'Why is someone like prequel Anakin the chosen one?' And draws upon the EU to say 'Because the Sith are assholes.'

 

[Ryuugi]

XxXXxX

As the pair reached the fallen womanÆs side, one knelt by her side and moved one hand to her neck.

ôSheÆs alive.ö He said. ôBut she wonÆt be for long, Master.ö

The standing figure looked down at both the woman and his apprentice with cold, yellow eyes.

ôHer condition is unimportant. Tell me what you see when you look at her.ö

The ApprenticeÆs eyes shifted back to the woman.

ôHuman female. Over one and a half meters in height. Brown hair, brown eyes, approximate age of thirty. She is unused to this planetÆs climate; probable off-worlder, but I canÆt identify her planet of origin.ö

He fell silent, then, awaiting his MasterÆs judgment with carefully disguised discomfort.

The Master knew it was there anyway, and held his silence for a few moments longer, dragging it out.

ôWhat else?ö

The Apprentice wanted to ask æWhat else?Æ but knew that choice to be a mistake. Instead, he simple turned his eyes to the woman again.

It took him several moments to understand what his master wanted from him.

ôSheÆs a slave.ö He realized, looking at her callous hands, her clothing, and the harshness of her features and taking into account her being an off-worlder. The master made a vague sound that could have been either agreement or disagreement, but continued to watch his apprentice carefully. The apprentice, for his part, lost himself in his thoughts.

It was unlikely someone asàpoor looking as her would have been able to find or afford a transport to the Outer Rim, except at the will of another, and they were now in Hutt territory.

There were other options, but slave was the most likely.

And with that answer came a dozen more questions.

Even so, the apprentice pondered his words carefully. It would not yet due to anger his master, even in a minor way.

ôI apologize, Master,ö He said finally. ôI do not understand.ö

His master briefly closed his eyes in resigned disappointment. He adopted that look when ever heÆd expected his apprentice to fail and he did.

The younger of the pair quickly suppressed his anger.

HeÆd seen that look a lot.

ôSheÆs the one.ö His master said.

The Apprentice quickly turned to look back at the fallen woman, not trusting his self-control to keep his sudden shock and dawning horror off his face.

After pretending to observe the woman for a minute and carefully bringing himself under control, he risked the question.

ôMay I ask why you have chosen her, my Master?ö He said, before, after quick deliberation, risking an attempt to dissuade him. ôShe is but an old slave; weak and feeble and ignorant of the Force. She is as dirty to us.ö

It lacked any subtly and he silently cursed himself for that lack, but this was an emergency.

Lives were at stake.

The most important of which being his own.

But the master merely glanced at him in amusement for his remark.

ôAnd I will into the dirt and create life.ö

The master knelt by his apprentice and laid a hand on the womanÆs stomach.

Even so, his eyes remained on his subordinate.

ôShe is nothing; a nobody from a world that has no importance. And for this reason, I have chosen her and we shall see what manner of being I am able to bring forth from the dirt.ö

In contrast to his grandiose words, nothing visible happened.

But both Master and Apprentice knew better than to rely on their eyes. They could feel in the force that something was happening.

More so, they knew exactly what it was.

The Master stood.

ôCome, my apprentice. There is nothing further for us to do in this place.ö

With those words, Darth Plagueis turned and walked away, feeling no concern for the lives heÆd just shaken.

Darth Sidious watched his master leave before turning back to the woman. He wanted to kill her now, but knew that it would do nothing but spell his own end. He could not yet defeat his Master and so he dared not so thwart his plans.

But this weak, fallen slave woman was now the greatest threat to his life that he had ever known. If his MasterÆs plans came to head, there would be no further use for him; he would die and be replaced by the being that had just been created.

He did his best to memorize her face, for soon he would leave and would have no way of tracking her down. Even trying to memorize her features was likely futile, butà

He had no other way available to him. Soon he would be gone and she would mix back into the population of this world. And after he left, there would be no way of knowing where she would be; she might even leave this world.

He would probably never see her again.

Which was likely what his Master had in mind.

He suddenly calmed, knowing exactly what he had to do. He couldnÆt kill this woman, but he had nine months to prepare himself.

Perhaps he couldnÆt stop what was to come, but he could ensure his master wasnÆt alive to see it.

When Shmi Skywalker awoke, she was alone and filled energy. She should have been dead, she knew, and why she was not, she could not say. Even so, she rose to her feet and continued walking.

In nine months, she would give birth to a son named Anakin; a boy without a father.

 

[Ryuugi]

Birth of the Sith
Son of the Slaves

As the Druggat were slide forward the cards were dealt.

Anakin had little interest in the moneyùit may have been of some value on Tatooine, but it wasnÆt something that could be easily exchanged for Galactic Standard Credit, so it wouldnÆt buy a ticket off world.

But as long as he won, his deal would hold.

Supposedly, the game Sabacc was a complicated gameùAnakin had even heard it called a foolÆs game.

HeÆd never really seen it.

He glanced briefly at the Kiughfid dealer and let his eyes linger for a moment on his four arms.

Was he cheating? Someone could have bribed him. He knew from experience that this dealer was more than a bit open to suggestion if there were enough Druggat on the table. A glance down revealed that his own hand was worthless.

It didnÆt really matterùthe hand you started with was worthless in Sabacc, which was why bribing dealers was so cheap. It was also probably the reason that nobody got particularly upset when a dealer did so.

At its core, the game was simple. There were seventy-six cards. Sixty were numbered and divided into four suits and the remaining sixteen was divided into two copies of eight special cards. Values can be positive or negative and the first person to get a hand worth positive or negative twenty-three wins. Positive trumps negative. The size of a hand varies according to house rules, but here, a hand was five cards.

He didnÆt even bother looking around the table. He wouldnÆt get anything off their faces, but he didnÆt need to. The one on his left had a good hand. The one across from him was nervous, but he had a lot riding on this game, so that was to be expected. He was weary of the guy to his right, though, because he seemed perfectly calm.

The calm ones were always the most dangerous. They had this tendency to keep their heads.

His hand was horrible, so he didnÆt bother doing anything with it. After all, it would be happening right aboutànow.

All of the cards in his hand suddenly changed.

This was the reason Sabacc was considered a foolÆs game. The cards were all electronic and they would all change at random intervals. Supposedly, no one knew when that would happen or what their hand would becomeà

But Anakin had never had a problem doing so.

He glanced at his hand and moved two of the cards into the interference field to keep them from changing.

He would win.

He always did.

He had to.

XxXXxX

ôAnakin, itÆs good to see you won again!ö A Rodian exclaimed as soon as he walked out of the Gambling Parlor.

It was a lie, Anakin realized immediately. The Rodian worked for Gardulla and was jealous of AnakinÆs position. He wished Anakin would lose because he knew what would happen if he did and wanted Anakin to get knocked down a peg or two.

Anakin grit his teeth for a second before trying to smile.

The Rodian-whose name Anakin specifically avoided learning-wouldnÆt hurt him, out of fear of Gardulla. And he, of course, couldnÆt do anything to the Rodian either, since he was just a six year old.

It was better to just smile and bear it. Starting something would just make things complicated.

And if he started something, someone else could get involved and that was exactly what he was trying to avoid.

So instead of saying what he wanted to say, he thanked the Rodian and smiled politely, acting agreeable until he went away.

When he did, Anakin lingered for a moment, glancing around the street with slow searching eyes.

He didnÆt see anyone he thought he needed to worry about, butà

And began to walk, careful to keep out of the way. He was becoming more and more famous now and the last thing he wanted to do was catch the eye of some Sabacc Player with a grudge. He didnÆt have much moneyùmost of his winnings went to his own, though she allowed him a pittance in an attempt to ingratiate himùbut on Tatooine, what he had might be worth enough for someone to consider killing him for it if they thought they could be it without word getting back to his owner.

They probably couldnÆt, so Gardulla would probably have some Bounty Hunter to kill them if his corpse turned upàbut there were probably people in this city that were too stupid to realize that, and regardless of what some Bounty Hunter did, heÆd be just as dead.

For that reason, he avoided turning down any dark alleyways. They may have been a cheap place to conduct illegal business for those who couldnÆt afford somewhere more secure, but in Mos Espa, they were probably all occupied.

Instead, he eventually turned into a building whose owner he knewùan old woman he knew and fixed stuff for from time to time. In return, she didnÆt say anything when he stopped by the house for a few minutes, so long as no trouble came of it.

It made for a good place to talk to his friends when he didnÆt want to do so out in the streetsùwhich was always.

He waited by a table for about five minutes before his friend Kitster ducked into the building.

He emptied a small sack of Druggat onto the table wordlessly.

Anakin looked at it for a long moment.

There wasnÆt a lot.

He lifted his eyes to look back at his friend. There was no accusation in that look; he knew that Kitster wouldnÆt have stolen any of it.

He was simply wondering why there was so little.

ôI bet all we had,ö Kitster said. ôJust like you told me to. But you always win Anakin. The odds were all in your favor. You would have thought the rest of the players were blind and new at the game, their odds of winning were so long.ö

Anakin took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Well, itÆs not as though he hadnÆt expected this to happen eventually.

When you win fifty-seven professional games in a row, it sends a message.

ôMaybe,ö Kitster began hesitantly. ôWe could afford to lose a few games. With the odds on some of these guys, we could make a lot of money if you threw a game here and there. YouÆve already gotten offers of payment for doing that; we could take the payments, add them to our winnings, and bet them on the one whoÆll win. We could make a lot of money that way. Maybe enough to buy our freedom.ö

Anakin felt a brief flicker of longing at the word, as he did every time he heard it, just like every other slave.

But he ignored the feeling so he could focus on what mattered right now, which was that, as tempting as it was, the plan wouldnÆt work.

ôIf I lost in order to gain money for us, you know there would be retribution from Gardulla. Even if I just lost the game, sheÆll probably send someone by to encourage me not to do so again.ö

What Anakin didnÆt say was that Gardulla may not take kindly to her best gambler freeing himself. Period.

ôWe need to do something else. Maybe different types of gambling. Betting on me isnÆt the only way; someone else might not be a sure thing, but that gambling, right?ö Anakin said, trying to sound sure.

But this was their money. And as slaves, if hadnÆt been easy to get. And while Gardulla may protect them, she wasnÆt a good master. She wanted them to be completely dependent on her.

Anakin knew that if he ever wanted to be free, he had to do something about that, butà

ôIÆll think of something,ö He promised Kitster.

XxXXxX

 

[Ryuugi]

XxXXxX

He thought of a number of things on his way home, but discarded each in turn.

He was just a child.

That was the problem he ran into again and again.

On Tatooine, nobody cared about things like child safety or age limits, but that didnÆt change what mattered.

Most forms of gambling on Tatooine were very dangerousùthe popular ones, at least. He was young, which meant he was small, didnÆt weigh much, and was easy to injure.

Sabacc was safer, relatively speaking. He didnÆt need to worry about anything in the match itselfùhe just had to concern himself with some disgruntled gambler trying to kill him afterwards.

And GardullaÆs protection was usually enough to deal with that.

But the problem remained that Sabacc wasnÆt one of the main forms of Gambling on Tatooine. And he was becoming so well known as being the best at it that no one would bet against him.

And though he hadnÆt mentioned it to KitsterùhadnÆt and wouldnÆtùhe was starting to have some trouble finding opponents. Before too long, nobody would play against him, period.

And if he stopped bringing in money for Gardulla, the protection she afforded him, his mother, and his friends would quickly disappear.

He could delay that, perhaps. He had gotten enough credit as the best Sabacc player that Gardulla would probably let him pick and choose his matches a bit. He could put an extra day or two between matches and that would give him that much more time to think of something.

But that was all it wasùdelaying.

It would happen sooner or later.

Probably sooner.

He couldnÆt get money by getting a job, either. As a slave, anything he earned was legally GardullaÆs.

He had to gamble or do something illegal.

And crime in Mos Espa always involved going through the Hutts, which meant Gardulla would know as soon as he did something. Though, granted, the same was true of gambling.

His choices werenÆt good.

For the foolish, gambling would seem the obvious choice. Legally, he couldnÆt be punished for gambling.

But the reality of Mos Espa was that it was fully of criminals, so no one really cared what was legal. Moreover, he was a slaveùhe could be punished for anything his master wanted to punish him for.

But just because gambling wasnÆt as safe as it might appear, didnÆt mean crime was any better. It may not have been frowned upon, but that didnÆt mean nothing would happen.

It just meant you were more likely to be found dead in an alley than in court.

Anakin didnÆt want to admit it, but he had no idea what he was supposed to do.

He needed to bided his time and lay low until he did.

XxXXxX

Several days later, Anakin wondered exactly how heÆd managed to fail at that so spectacularly while he tried to avoid blaster fire.

Well, tried to avoid being noticed and shot, at least.

He didnÆt dare raise his head and look around, afraid that his pursuer would still be there.

Normally, his position as GardullaÆs slave afforded him a bit of protection.

But today, it was the problem.

Sebulba had come back fromàwherever he had gone off too. Supposedly, heÆd been away on a tour of the galactic racing circuit, but what Anakin had seen made him sure that was at least partially a lie.

Gardulla had sent him to visit Sebulbaùor that was what sheÆd said. What sheÆd meant was æsnoop around, see if heÆd done anything to his podracer, and checkout anything heÆd brought back with him. Bring back anything valuable.Æ

At first, Anakin hadnÆt thought much of it. HeÆd been suspicious, but heÆd learnt to always be suspicious of Gardulla said; double so if she sent him on a mission. As a slave, she could hang him out to dry if anything went wrong.

Anakin made enough money for Gardulla that she didnÆt send him on many missions. That was one of the reasons he gambled for her.

As his heart pounded in his chest, Anakin remembered exactly why that was.

HeÆd thought that sheÆd sent him because his income was in decline and had been nervous.

The truth was more worrisome; she considered what Sebulba had worth risking him.

HeÆd realized that the moment he looked into the energy cage Sebulba had brought back with him. Cages like that were used to ship three things: Dangerous criminals, dangerous creatures, and the most valuable of slaves.

Sebulba had been transporting the latter. HeÆd gotten close enough to see them and even speak briefly with one before a guard had noticed them.

They were some species heÆd never heard of; Ghostlings from Datar.

Anakin knew nothing about them except what heÆd figured out.

They were valuable, at least to Sebulba and Gardulla.

They were kidnapped from their home planet, presumably by Sebulba or someone working for him, under the cover of a galactic racing circuit. Or maybe he really was racing and was making use of it to capture slaves, too. He didnÆt know.

And finallyùmost importantly, evenùthey didnÆt have the explosive implants that most slaves on Tatooine had.

Yet.

If Sebulba had anything to say about it, that would change.

Until it did though, it meant that someone could still save them.

But since he was the only person who knew about them and cared, that someone would have to be him.

Anakin hated slavers, for obvious reasons. He hated Sebulba especially, though, because the racer was, himself, a former slave, whoÆd earned his freedom and proceeded to enslave others.

If it was just him, Anakin wouldnÆt have had a problem getting involved.

But it wasnÆt just him. Anakin had figured something else out, too, and it changed everything.

Gardulla wanted those slaves.

And she happened to be able to kill him with the push of a button.

XxXXxX

 

[Ryuugi]

XxXXxX

Anakin had to report to Gardulla, no matter how much he didnÆt want too.

He expected sheÆd be mad that he couldnÆt get her those slaves for free.

She wouldnÆt kill him.

She might not even punish him obviously.

But she would punish him, even if it was in tiny little ways.

Of course, if he avoided her, it would be even worse. So he entered his MasterÆs chambers and bowed quickly.

ôSebulba returned, as you said. His podracer is in good condition as always. HeÆll probably win the next race.ö Anakin said, keeping his eyes to the ground.

Gardulla looked at him, almost bored.

Gardulla the Hutt was a truly disgusting creature, even be Hutt standardsùbut that could just be because he knew her. He made a point of keeping his head bowed in her presence, because it allowed him to seem respectful while keeping anyone from seeing the disgust on his face.

Well, he thought it was on his face. He felt so much of it, heÆd be pretty surprised if he managed to hide all of it.

ôWas there anything else?ö The Hutt rumbled.

Well, Anakin hadnÆt really had any hope that she wasnÆt after the slaves.

The only question was: What should he tell her and what could he hide?

Should he even risk hiding anything?

ôYes, Master Gardulla. Sebulba brought a number of slaves with him.ö Anakin didnÆt bother trying to hide his disgust.

He would have failed and Gardulla probably didnÆt care what he thought of Sebulba or slavery.

Actually, she probably didnÆt care what he thought about much of anything.

ôWhat type of slaves?ö Gardulla pressed.

Anakin didnÆt believe for a second that she didnÆt know more than he did, but replied anyway.

ôThey called themselves Ghostlings, from the planet Datar.ö

Gardulla made a pleased sound.

ôYou got close enough to speak to them, did you? How did the look?ö

Anakin saw a chance and took it.

ôThey seemed a bit bruised, Master. SebulbaÆs been treating them a bit roughly, I think.ö

Even if she didnÆt say anything, Anakin could tell her good mood was ruined. She was angryùwith Sebulba.

ôThat fool! He should know that Ghostlings are fragile! He knows how valuable they are!ö His master spat.

It didnÆt surprise Anakin that the first time heÆd ever heard Gardulla complain about the treatment of slaves was in a context of reducing the worth of something she wanted.

Anakin focused. He had to choose his next words carefully.

ôI tried to take them from him,ö He said truthfully. ôBut I was noticed by a guard. I donÆt think he saw who I was, but I had to run. I donÆt think youÆll be able to get them, Master.ö

Anakin expected her to be angry.

He was surprised when she just laughed.

ôDo not be so sure. It is a shame I could not save myself some money, but the deal has already been arranged. They are mine, regardless.ö

Gardulla was the buyer?

For a moment, Anakin was shocked.

HeÆd hoped heÆd be able to help the slaves escape, somehow. Even if Gardulla wanted them, she couldnÆt be too mad if they got away, if they were for someone else.

But it they were for Gardulla to begin with and he helped them escapeà

If Gardulla ever found out, heÆd be killed.

XxXXxX

 

[Ryuugi]

XxXXxX

Gardulla didnÆt seem angry when she dismissed him. He should be happy about that.

He wasnÆt.

He couldnÆt do anything to help the Ghostlings anymore.

No, that was a lie.

He wouldnÆt do anything to help.

It was too dangerous. Not just to him, but to his friends and his mother.

He couldnÆt risk them all in an attempt to save some people he didnÆt even know.

Even if it meant he was damning a bunch of innocent people to a life of slavery.

ôAnakin!ö

He glanced at Kitster in surprise as he came running into view.

Then he frowned, seeing the expression on his friendÆs face.

ôWhatÆs wrong?ö

ôItÆs Pala,ö He said. ôSheÆs been sold.ö

One thing after another.

XxXXxX

ôYouÆve been sold?ö Wald, a young Rodian friend of AnakinÆs, asked. ôWhy? Did you do something wrong?ö

Anakin didnÆt care why Pala had been sold. He was more concerned that sheÆd been sold at all.

Pala was a pale green TwiÆlek girl. Along with Kitster and Anakin, she was owned by Gardulla. Their master had sent her to Madame Vansitt to be trained in æthe courtly arts.Æ

Which for a slave meant that sheÆd been trained as an assassin.

Anakin hadnÆt thought sheÆd be sold, though. It was common enough for slaves trained by Vansitt to be soldùtheir skills allowed their owners to sell them for huge prices.

But heÆd thought he had Gardulla had a deal.

But he was just a slave, in the end, wasnÆt he?

MasterÆs had no need to make deals with their slaves.

He hadnÆt ever wanted to admit it, because the possibility scared him, butàwhat use did Gardulla have for making a deal with him. æIÆll make you money if you protect my friends?Æ

What a joke.

She could kill any slave she owned with a push of a button.

She didnÆt need to deal with Anakin.

She could sell or abuse or even kill Pala, but Anakin wouldnÆt be able to do anything about it.

He wouldnÆt even be able to stop working for her.

Not while she could do the exact same thing to all his other friends.

To his mother.

He clinched his hands angrily.

ôWhoÆd she sell you to?ö Anakin demanded angrily.

PalaÆs lekku twitched nervously.

ôLord Tantos bought me.ö

AnakinÆs anger dropped away as quickly as it had begun to form.

Tantos the Pirate.

Anakin knew what heÆd want Pala to do. Travel on luxury cruisers and trade ships as a spy and have her tell him what was on board. Make her sabotage the defense and weapons systems. Then, heÆd attack.

With Pala on board.

It was dangerous work. Way more dangerous than sheÆd been trained for.

The type of work thatÆd get her killed.

Anakin looked desperately for something to say. Anything.

He wanted to say that itÆd be okay, but it wouldnÆt be. They all knew it.

More than anything, he wanted to assure her that heÆd do something. But they all knew he wouldnÆt.

He couldnÆt.

He couldnÆt do anything to help.

But that was a lie again, wasnÆt it?

How would he know he couldnÆt do anything? He hadnÆt even tried looking.

Because it was too risky.

If he was caught, heÆd die.

Or worse. For slaves, there was always an æor worse.Æ

And because he was scared, he was going to let Pala die.

Let innocent children be sold into slavery.

He could say he didnÆt know the Ghostlings, but he had no such excuse for Pala. He knew her. Had known her since they were kids.

He was just too much of a coward to do anything for anyone.

Too even try taking a risk, no matter the rewards.

Was he really that pathetic?

His other friends huddled around Pala, who looked like she was going to cry.

Anakin made a decision.

ôPala,ö He said, getting her attention. ôCan you show me Tantos?ö

The TwiÆlek girl nodded hesitantly.

ôHeÆs in DurlagÆs Cantina.ö

Anakin wasnÆt surprised she knew exactly where to find him.

She really would make a good spy, someday.

ôMaybe IÆll go have a look.ö He said, motioning for Kitster to follow him, before turning and walking away.

He left something behind, when he did.

But it was something small and weak, so he didnÆt miss it.

XxXXxX

 

[Ryuugi]

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Later that night, Kitster met up with Anakin again, returning from his mission. Anakin had asked his friend to check out SebulbaÆs place, knowing his friend was better than him at sneaking around.

Anakin could tell he was worried about the risk, but he had stuck with him and Anakin appreciated his presence.

He was worried too.

He thought about visiting Tantos, but decided against it.

He had no way of dealing with Tantos. Even if he wasnÆt a slave and he wouldnÆt die if he tried, he was a small child and Tantos was a feared Pirate Lord.

Picking a fight with him would just get him killed.

However he was going to save Pala, it would have to not involve combat with someone who could easily kill him.

Moreover, the Ghostlings would have to take priority at the moment. While he would hopefully think of a way to save Pala, he knew how to save the Ghostlings.

He had to get them out before they were implanted with explosives.

It was dangerous, but all things considered, it shouldnÆt be too hard. He just had to get past Sebulba andù

ôAnakin,ö Kitster began, sounding nervous. ôThe Ghostlings have been moved. TheyÆre in GardullaÆs fortress, now.ö

Anakin nearly cursed.

But of course theyÆd been moved, he thought. SebulbaÆs place would have been easy to break intoùeven he realized that. Logically, someone else would have, too.

And apparently, they were also smart enough to do the obvious and move them to a safer place. In fact, one of the safest places on Tatooine.

Gardulla may have been obscenely wealthy and a crime lord. But she was also a heartless monster with no grasp of morality or kindness. She had a lot of enemiesùsupposedly, even among the Hutts. Anakin had heard that Jabba wouldnÆt be too upset if Gardulla suddenly died.

To protect herself, sheÆd built her fortress. ThatÆs what it was; not a house, or even a palace. A fortress. It was obscenely hard to break into, but it was even harder to break out of. Gardulla was the main controller of the slave trade, after all, and she had to both protect her merchandise and keep it from escaping.

It had droid guards and Gamorreans and slaves and thugs from various strong species. Keyed gates and electronic gates. But perhaps the most dangerous aspect of all was the simple fact that it had been built over an old mine. It was full of caves and tunnelsùeven if slaves got loose, they wouldnÆt be able to go anywhere.

To break someone out of thereù

YouÆd need someone who knew the tunnels. Someone who wouldnÆt have to break into it at all, but would simply be allowed in and out.

Someone like one of GardullaÆs slaves.

Someone like him.

AnakinÆs mind raced. It still wouldnÆt be easy, but he knew how to stay out of the guardÆs wayùfor a slave in that fortress, it was something needed to survive. Hell, he even knew when the shifts were; there were always slaves sent along to clean up, as well as fetch stuff for the guards on break. Most of them would probably just pass him byùif he could avoid offending them, which might be a bit hard.

All he had to do was get past the gates and he could get to the Ghostlings. The electronic ones, he felt he could get past easily enough. HeÆd need to figure out how to get the keys, though.

And what about after he got them? HeÆd still have to get out unnoticedùhardly an easy task when escorting a band of slaves. Maybe even impossible, with the security cameras guarding the walls.

At least as a group, he thought. But GardulaÆs place was big and, more importantly, full of hidden places where people could hide. The slaves that lived there knew a lot, and he knew more than any of them, thanks to Kitster. He could hide them in places where the guards wouldnÆt look, and take them out one-by-one.

But heÆd need to avoid the guards, droids, and cameras inside to do so, because theyÆd surely raise a fuss after he broke out the Ghostlings.

He wasnÆt sure he could do that alone.

But Kitster could. There was a reason his best friend was always the one to place the bets while he gambled. He was the best at sneaking around, as far as Anakin knew. If anyone could smuggle a group of slaves from one room to another, it was him. The Ghostlings were all young, like themùthe oldest might have been seven, the youngest, two or three. They were all small enough to use the routes that all the children Gardulla ækeptÆ used.

And if he was asking for helpàPala could probably get those keys. She was being trained as a spy and none of the guards Gardulla used were known for their intelligence.

ôKitster,ö Anakin began. ôI have to ask you a really big favor-ô

Kitster smiled nervously and cut him off.

ôYeah, like IÆd let you go alone.ö

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[sworded]

I like this story, probably not as much as Anakin is going to love the fact that he can kill his tormenters just by thinking about it, but still I like it quite a lot.

 

[Ryuugi]

Apparently this isn't dead. Huh.

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Later that night, Anakin moved quietly through the halls of his MasterÆs home, keeping his footsteps quiet and his eyes downturned. He made sure he was always out of the way when someone came by, pausing and bowing slightly in deference when he crossed the path of someone he was supposed to show respect and signaling a silent greeting to any slave he met on his way as he headed in the direction of his quarters, going over his story in his head.

There shouldnÆt have been any way for him to get the slave quarters to where the Ghostlings were being kept without passing at least two or three different forms of securityùno way that he was supposed to know about, at least. If the Ghostlings escaped in the night, there shouldnÆt have been any way for him to be blamed for itùhe might still get punished, of course, because Gardulla would most certainly be in a terrible mood, but it shouldnÆt be anything too bad.

The fact that he was here in the slave quarters instead of at home with his mother could have drawn some suspicion towards him, perhaps, but heÆd prepared for that as best he could, dropping by his MasterÆs quarters earlier to inform her heÆd be challenging some of the best Sabacc players on the planet tomorrow, which he would be if he actually managed to survive the night. HeÆd avoided playing the best around, because once he defeated them, heÆd officially be the best around and the money heÆd be able to make off the games he won would go down even further; heÆd been avoiding them for exactly that reason. In all probability, tomorrow was the last Sabacc game heÆd be able to play with odds that were against him.

But at least for the moment, Gardulla was pleasedùsheÆd be betting a great deal on him, no doubt. And he had an excuse for his sudden desire to take greater risks, tooùafter his mission earlier, where he was actually shot at, it would be easy to convince anyone who bothered asking that he was simply scared and trying to work his way back into his MasterÆs good graces, and while the money he could make off each match would decrease, at least for a little while there would be a rush of challengers trying to play the long odds against the new champ. Yes, for a little while, heÆd be in GardullaÆs good graces and be able to use it as an alibi.

And as for the moneyàif everything went as he was forced to hope that it would, after tonight, that wouldnÆt be an issue.

On top of all that, heÆd managed to plant a few rumors through several of his friends, who passed the word to a few slaves under other masters to get people to at least pry a bit, as well as whisper a word or two in the ears of the bars Sebulbaùand, more importantly, his lackeysùfrequented, where theyÆd be able to ask the right questions when SebulbaÆs men were drunk enough and hopefully get enough answers to spread things further.

If things went well tonight, Gardulla would have elsewhere to look once sheÆd worked herself into a fury.

And if they didnÆt, he reminded himself, than he wouldnÆt need to worry about it, would he, since heÆd be dead by morning one way or another. If Gardulla caught him and didnÆt kill him remotely, then it would only be because sheÆd want to torture him first, and heÆd never let it come to that point; heÆd kill himself first, before it could come too that.

But he had to avoid that fate, no matter what the costùnot for himself, because he didnÆt matter at this point, but for his mother, his friends, and the Ghostlings, who heÆd bet on his scheme working. If it did, the rewards would be more than worth it, but he was risking it all on a slim hope and he knew it.

But then, he supposed that was what gambling was, wasnÆt it? And he had always been great at gambling. HeÆd just have to do what he always did, play to win, hope his luck didnÆt run out, and to keep his head in the damn game.

Right now, he couldnÆt afford to let the deals heÆd made and the risks he was taking distract him; those wouldnÆt matter until tomorrow, and only if he lived that long. He had to worry about the guards now, and the security systems, and the droids and the myriad of other things that could and would kill him if he screwed up, not the least of which being Gardulla, who would be able to do it if she so much as caught a glimpse of his face. That was what was important right now.

The bargain heÆd made with Jabba the Hutt could wait until tomorrow.