Fanfiction Collection + EPub Links - Chapter 106

Plot: Self insert into Anakin Skywalker’s body. Raising himself to be someone worthy as the title of ‘Chosen’ to be a Jedi seems too Rigid, a Sith too selfish. War over idelogies was too stupid a reason to die…war for power to vain. M for safety concerns.

Pairing: Unknown

NOTE: Ongoing fanfic, same author as The Spider. Please note that there is only 2 chapters uploaded.

The Chosen One

“Ani! Ani!”

I hate that name. I looked up, she smiled down at me. I couldn’t help but sigh and smile back, “yes mother?”

Shmi Skywalker ġrȯȧnėd, “Ani…did I do something? Are you upset with me?”

I blinked, “no! Of course not!”

“Then why don’t you call me mom anymore?” Shmi asked, obviously hurt.

I sighed, “I…I just thought since I’m older now I should probably stop talking like a child,” I gulped, praying she believed me.

She ġrȯȧnėd, “well…you know you don’t have to grow up that quickly yes? You can still be kid Ani…”

“Well..be careful today, you understand me my big strong man?” Shmi smiled as she ruffled my hair and checked the backpack I carried, “I’m sure Watto has a lot of work for you today, so remember to stay hydrated, do you understand? And remember-”

A flash of memories came through my head, memories of Anakin’s life before I came into his body. “-Don’t talk to strangers, yes mother, I know,” the memories told me so. They also told me what Shmi would do next.

She leaned forward and placed a sloppy kiss on my cheek, I flinched a little, the physical contact feeling odd, “please don’t’…you’re embarrassing me.”

“Well tough,” Shmi grinned like a cat as she ruffled my hair once more, “now go on. And be careful!”

“Right…bye,” I waved at her and walked away, pulling my backpack closer as I made my was to…what’s his name again? The flying bug thing? Blue…smells funny…oh right! Watto! That’s his name!

My memory of the movies came sparingly but my memories of Anakin Skywalker’s life…well, that was far more prominent.

I woke up in this…form, a few days ago. Apparently ‘Ani’ had a high fever, caused by overworking. But as Anki went in…I came out.

I honestly don’t remember much of my own life, whatever did…this, caused my own personal memories to be jumbled. It took me a day to understand this wasn’t my normal body, another to realise just whose body I was in.

I was…well, I was shit scared.

I made my way to the dusty town I was living in, it was apparently actually a city called Mos Espa, but anything this small and shitty can’t qualify for a city ranking. At least in my books.

I made my way through the market of the main city and moved to the edge, where I approached a large junkyard that was both amazing and terrifying at the same time. Amazing because off all the spaceship parts just lying around, horrifying because of who those parts belonged to.

“Hey! Ani! You are late!” the mocking voice of Watto my….employer called out. I looked up at him with narrowed eyes, the bug flew out of small workshop at the front of the junkyard, his form matching his smell, both disgusting.

“Sorry…I was still feeling a little down,” I replied.

Smack!

I felt his slap sting my cheek, it had hit me hard enough to send me back. I looked back up and glared, “what? You going to do something?!” the bug asked, laughing as he did.

Of course…I could do nothing. Thought I wanted too. I so wanted too. I wouldn’t usually react so..poorly, but right now I was in the body of a seven year old child…a child. And his slave master just struck him.

If I was older, in another body and saw this situation happening again…I doubt the bug would be alive.

“Get up!” Watto cried as he buzzed around, the stench alone enough to force me to my feet, “get inside and start working! I got some new power converters that you have to fix up! Do it before lunch, or no lunch!”

I placed my bag on the table and got on top of a stool and looked down at the machinery before me. I gulped, they all looked so…complex. I don’t even think I ever saw a machine come in that form.

I was hesitant to even touch these things, but before I could even think I was hit up the head, hard. “What are you waiting for?! Get to work!” Watto cried out as he flew overhead, “I lost three good days without you! I won’t have a waste of space here! Work or get out!”

I glared at the bug. Did people honestly think he was a representation of jewish people? I know jewish people, they might like investing and being careful with money, but they were never ever cruel to me!

Wait…I remembered something! I blinked as I realised the new memories flowing into my head were more pictures and recollections than actual memories. It was like seeing a picture of a painting or a movie. Bauge but…still there.

I think I remember seeing a jewish person before but…I don’t remember who.

“Ani! Work!” Watto cried out as he threw something at my head again. This time though, I knew it was coming, ducking to the side to avoid the coupling that he threw at my head. Honestly, so predictable.

I sighed as I turned back and glared at the bug, who was already outside, drinking something vile looking out of his cantin. God how I hated him.

He seemed to have noticed me staring as he turned and glared, “what are you looking at!?”

I turned away, the anger still present. I sighed and slowly let it go, it was obviously not important. For now…I need to figure out how in hell I’m going to fix these…power converts was it?

What the hell was that?

One moment I was totally confused,the next I knew exactly what I was holding and what to do to fix it. Did I…not just get Anakin Skywalker’s memories but also his knowledge? Anakin Skywalker was an engineering genius, he was…he built a robot from scratch, could I do the same?

“Ani!”

This time, I felt the hand coming to slap me. I didn’t know how, but I knew it was coming for me…like a third person view of behind my head.

And so I ducked, avoidin his fists. I tuned, Watton was stunned and slowly my eyes winded, “shit!”

“You brat!” he slapped me this time, hard enough to knock me off the stool. He flew down and spat on my clothes, “filth! This’ll teach you to try and fool your master! Get back to work! And I swear if I see you slacking off again, I’ll blow your head off!”

He flew away, grumbling under his breath. I pulled myself up, fear of the threat lingering. I was his property, he could do that. But…but…what was that?

The first time he threw something at me, I heard him grunt before he threw it, I knew he would try something and I heard the heavy machine fly threw the air. But now?

Now it was just pure instinct…or rather…oh my god. Anakin Skywalker…the Force! The fuċkɨnġ Force! I have the Force!

“Right! Right!” I called back, returning to the work at hand, grabbing the tools needed to fix the stupid junk on my desk for Waldo. But as I did, I realised something. This world I was in…it was just a part of a galaxy…a galaxy far far away and a long time ago.

Sith, jedi, lightsabers! Holy hells please tell me this isn’t a dream! Though from the pain in my cheek, it wasn’t.

I watched Gatto from the corner of my eye and saw him walk around trying to gain customers and failing. Obviously, nobody liked him, and for good reason.

According to Anakin’s memories he was rude to people, greedy and very very lazy. Anakin did all the work…no wonder he said they couldn’t work while I was out sick, he literally couldn’t.

He was a drunk and a gambler, a bug and scum of the worst kind. And a slaver.

I need to get out from his grasp. I need to be free. And…I suppose Shmi as well. I can’t just let that poor woman continue to be a slave. I can’t imagine why Anakin ever left his mother the first time around, what a brat!

But then again, he was just that, a child. He was so impressionable, he wanted to be a jedi, one of the legendary jedi. He wanted to be a hero to protect his mother, not realising he had to give her up in the process.

I didn’t want either of those things….I guess…I just want to be free…yeah…free.

I looked at Watto, until I could figure a way to be free, I would be stuck with him. So for now, I’ll be quite, focus on the damn stupid power converters. So I did just that, looking down at the machine before me and trying to focus. What even was this?

And I began to work. Almost tirelessly I worked with my tiny little hands, trying to figure out how to go about this the right way. It was difficult, this body was only 7 years old, but I think…I think I was managing it.

It took me four hours, I’m guessing, to finish them all up. By then I was hungry, beyond hungry. I had stayed rooted in one spot and worked, actually…going into a sort of trance as I did. I smiled, was this the Force? Was it really that simple to access it?

Honestly it made me excited, the Force. Damn, what an amazing thing! I doubt I actually used the Force consciously right now, I mean, wasn’t the deal that you had to meditate or something? Either Way, I was done, meaning I could finally get something to eat.

I walked up to Watto, who by now, since it was mid day, had taken to sleeping away in a corner, cuddled up into a ball.

“Hey Waldo, I’m going for lunch,” I told him in a soft tone.

“W-what?” he blinked away his sleepiness and looked around, spotting me and immediately glaring, “what are you doing?! I told you, no food until you fix those stupid converters!’

“They are fixed,” I pointed at the machines on my table, now looking cleaner and looking far more efficient, “now, can I eat?”

The bug scoffed, “fixed? Already? Don’t lie to me Ani, I know it would take at least a day to fix these model, these droid converter are tricky things,” he flew over and checked them out, “why I myself would have taken-what?!”

His eyes widened as he examined the fixed devices, turning back to me and then the machines. He took them apart and checked the insides, looking shocked that they were actually fixed.

“H-how?!”

I shrugged, “I’m just that good. Anyway, can I eat now? I’m starving,” and I was. I wonder, if I go around will I see a cantina? Oh! That would be so exciting to see! A real hive of scum and villainy!

“Eh-I…no!” Watto suddenly cried out.

I blinked, “what? Why not?”

“Ah-a new order just came in! Very special! I need you to look into them and fix them quickly. Only you can do ti Ani, they require your special skills!” Watto took out a box of junk and placed it on my table, smiling a greedy little smile.

I raised an eyebrow and looked into the box, it was filled with…junk…just junk. Some of these would never work…unless I made them work. There is potential here, don’t’ get me wrong. But they just seem too much of a hassle.

“This is a special order?” I asked, my disbelief clearly shown.

“Oh yes! Yes it is! And they asked especially for you! Now doesn’t that make you feel special Ani?!”

I blinked, was he seriously trying to trick me with such a stupid lie. I opened my mouth to object, but before I could say a thing, Watto grabbed the power converts I fixed up and flew out of the junk shop.

“If you don’t fix everything inside that box by the time I come back, you can’t have lunch!” he took out a remote and pressed a buŧŧon, causing the grill gates on the shop’s windows and door to come down, lokcing me inside.

“Hey! You can’t do this!” I cried out slamming against the door with my foot, “let me out!”

“Work hard Ani!” Watto cried out as he laughed, flying away on those beady little wings of his.

I growled as I slammed the gate a few more times to no avail. I sighed and turned around, sitting down on the desk and looking at the box before me.

I didn’t have a choice…it was do or die. So I pushed my hunger down, something Anakin’s body was used to do, and pushed ahead.

I unloaded the box and looked inside. Junk, junk, junk…interesting junk….junk and…oh, what’s this?

I sighed how did he expect me to fix all these? I sighed and pushed the box away and sighed at the junk before me, leaning back and staring off into the distant, bored outta my mind.

Anakin Skywalker…I was Darth Vader…or rather the man he as before he fell to the dark side. Would Sidious try and turn me? Would it work? A jedi…Obi-Wan…Padme Amidala…woah….I might get to fuċk Natalie Portman!

But as I let my mind wander to the amazing world I was now a part off, I grew curious. The Force…could I even use it?

I looked down at the junk before me and grew curious. I had done this little trick so many times in my old life. Tried to pull the remote from across the room by holding out my hand and focusing. This time…would it actually work?

I held out my hand towards a cylindrical piece of junk. I think it was some kind of lever, btu if one used a bit of childish imagination, they could imagine it as the handle of a lightsaber.

I focused, narrowing my eyes and the dėsɨrė for the object filled my thoughts. ‘Come on…come on…come to me…’

And then, it shock.

I was so shocked I jumped off my seat and approached it. I observed it carefully, I looked at every single inch of the thrown out object, it had moved just an inch.

Growing boldend and filled with a look of awe I stepped back and stood feet apart, my entire focus on the object.

I held out my hand. I focused, I did nothing else, my breathing being the only distraction. And then…it happened.

It flew off the table and immediately my fingers closed around it as I rested in my hand. Immediately I took a step back and held it with both hand, the thought of a blue blade spouting off the end filled my mind as I smiled.

‘I have the Force….holy shit, I have the Force!’ my smiled would have seemed almost manicaish to anyone else. Thank God I was alone.

I needed to see more of this, I needed to do it again. I immediately placed the cylinder on the table and stepped back, further this time.

I held my hand otu, the object rolled off the table, neared the edge before suddenly zooming out into my hand.

The next time it didn’t even move. I was confused why, I did all the same things But then I quickly realised why, I wasn’t focusing, I was distracted. I needed to focus. So I closed my eyes and tried again, this time, it flew.

One time it landed on the ground and I had to pull it up with the force alone. Then another time it began to hop around, moving kettle over bell before it flew into my hand.

I lost track of time, I was just so enchanted by the mere process of the rod moving into my hand. Slowly, I began to feel something, something small, in the back of my head, a small pull. A small…something.

I think it was the Force…no, I know it’s the Force. A small sensation that obeyed me, but like a cat, stubborn, resilient. I had to push it to work for me, the longer or stronger my request was, the better it worked.

And then, after probably the hundredth time I did so, I looked at the rod and wondered, could I do the opposite? A Force Push I think it was called…Hm…I looked at the rode, put my hand up and held the rod with the tips of my fingers.

I focused on the object, and closed my eyes. The feeling of being pulled, I reserved it. It was difficult, but I think I could do it, it was like reading a word backwards, it started out slowly at first, but the more I repeated, the easier it came until-

KRASH!

My eyes flew open as I saw the rod had flown out of my hand and into the wall, sticking out like a broken support beam in the structure. I gulped, of God… THAT WAS SO AMAZING!

I held out my hand and begged the rod to come back, and slowly it began to wiggle.

‘Move…’ I whispered, ‘come on…move…move…MOVE~’

It shook and suddenly it came into my hand, pulling the wall apart. It slammed into my hand and I failed to catch it.

It fell to the ground, I grunted in pain, stupid thing. I picked it up and rubbed my hand. Maybe next time I should be more gentle.

An hour later:

I held the rod in mid air, my hands wide apart as it slowly spun around an imaginary axis, slightly tilted to the right. I was sweating hard, it was…difficult, pushing and pulling it at the same time.

I think I was doing something wrong, it shouldn’t be this hard…should it? Anakin’s is supposed to be the strongest Force user in the history of the Jedi and Sith….was it because of me? Is it because I’m not really Anakin? Because I’m someone else?

Groan!

I chuckled, my stomach was rumbling, I looked out the window, it was already night time. The whole day went by and I was hungry but…I think Anakin’s body was used to hunger, it didn’t hurt that badly.

But I was hungry, still hungry. I sighed, closing my eyes to push away the hunger and suddenly I heard the sound of metal hitting the floor.

I ġrȯȧnėd, the rod had fallen down. I sighed and picked it up and looked it over. This whole thing…it was a difficult process but…I think it’s just a steep learning curve I have to worry about, nothing else. I smiled, a jedi huh…I think that might be a pretty decent future.

Bang!

The door flew open as Watoo flew in carrying a box of what looked like another set of power converters. “Ani! We got another order, you have-” he stopped abruptly as his beady eyes landed on the hole I had accidentally made in the wall with the first time I pushed the rod away.

“What did you do!?” Watto dropped the box and turned to me, fury in his eyes. “You stupid child! I leave you in here for a few hours and you do this to my shop!?”

“I-I, it was an accident,” I gulped. I was so focused with my new power that I didn’t realise what I had done. The amazement of being able to move something with my mind it distracted me from the thoughts of what I actually did.

“You stupid boy!” he cried out as suddenly a flash of pain was felt across my face.

The next thing I knew I was on the ground, my cheeks in pain. He had hit me, hard.

“You think you’re special because you are good with machines?!” he grabbed the rod I was playing with and brought it down, hard.

The dull sound of flesh being beaten rang out over and over again. I curled into a ball, holding my head, trying to protect any vital parts.

“You forget that I’m your master boy! I own you and your whore mother!” again and again the hits came until after what felt like an eternity they stopped. He threw it away, I heard his disgusting voice pant as he flew over me.

“You will learn to treat my property with the respect it deserves boy,” he spat, the liquid staningin my head, I could feel it seep into my hair, it felt disgusting. He flew away, I peeked from behind my hands and saw him sit down on his seat and pant.

“You’re disgusting,” he growled as he took out a glass pipe of some kind. He took a deep breath of the vapour inside and puffed it out, “you know…I think I should teach your mother a lesson too. Just so that I know you will learn.”

And then, images and memories from the deepest parts of Anakin’s memories resurfaced. The child that had this body didn’t understand the noises he heard from his mother’s room at night. He didn’t understand the sly smile Watto would always send his mother wasn’t of contempt, but ŀust.

Shmi Skywalker gave up so much for her son. Anakin must have suppressed these memories, or he just didn’t realise what they meant. But i did. Oh…I did.

I was on my feet before I realised I was moving. Watto noticed me move and raised an eyebrow, “hm? What boy? You want more?”

I hated him, I hate him, I hate him. She wasn’t my mother, I knew that, a part of my brain understood that perfectly. But fuċk that, and fuċk Watto. A woman was being rapped by this thing before me, it had to go.

I wanted him dead, I raised a hand, I’ll crush his head, I’ll break it apart. I focused on the idea of pushing him back, of making him suffer.

“What are you doing you stupid boy?” Watto grumbled, “did you become retarded?”

And I pushed, but what came out wasn’t a force of will.

Using the Force was like pushing a water out of a pipe, the harder you pushed, the stronger it came. But if you push it hard enough, if you pushed your emotions into it, it came out….twisted.

Instead of a wall of telekinetic energy, I pushed out a stream of electricity.

I came out like a blaster bolt, so quick I didn’t realise what had happened until it had already struck Watto.

“ARGH!” the bug started to scream in pain as he fell down his seat and land head first into the ground.

Every second he screamed, memories of Anakin’s mothers being abused by this monster came into my head. He made her suffer, he made her bleed. And she took it all, and she smiled, just to make sure Anakin grew up with a loving mother and not a hateful shrew.

She was a good person, and he was not. So I made up my mind, the scales of justice were broken, I would fix them. And I would begin with this monster before me.

While at first I was afraid of the idea of using such a dark abblity, now, I didn’t care. Killing him would be too quick, letting him go would mean justice would not be served. But this, the pain…oh the pain was just.

I focused on my focus on him, I gave him everything I had, the anger, the fury of being helpless, everything. And he screamed.

The lightning that I threw out grew to a slowly pale colour, from dark blue to a almost teal colour. And as I kept the pain up, my brain started to struggle to give reasons to keep the anger alive.

Hadn’t he suffered enough? Hadn’t…hadn’t I done enough? No…I haven’t….he needs to understand pain, he needs to understand that the people he hurts have feelings too.

My heart became lighter, the anger going away, but the dėsɨrė for justice remained. And slowly, with my change of heart, the lighting too began to change. It grew from a teal shade to a bright yellow.

The pain filled screams were muffled now, he didn’t feel as much hurt as before, but I could see it still hurt him.

The lighting covered his body like a cloak. Sparks flew as the lightning hit the ground, it burnt his skin thought, hurting him badly. And then, it struck the pipe he was smoking.

Anakin’s mind quickly understood what will happen, the lightning would have ignited the systems inside, causing it to explode. I was going to stop before that happened, but I slowly realised something, he hasn’t suffered enough.

I kept at it, now focusing almost all energy at the pipe and then suddenly.

BOOM!

The sound was deafening, and immediately the flames came onto Watto’s body. “KRAA!” the screams were loud and pathetic. I watched as his body spasmed, the lightning hurting him and the flames burning him.

I watched him burn, I looked around, the junkyard was huge, this workshop was in the middle of it. No one will hear him scream and even if they did….who the fuċk would care about this scum?

“HELP! HELP ME!” he began to scream. I watched him cry out in pain. I sighed, he suffered enough. I walked to the far wall where he kept a quick freeze spray, basically a quick acting and powerful fire extinguisher.

I took my time, taking it off the wall and pointing it at him. I released the spay and immediately the scream were muffled.

I threw the empty can away and watched his withering burnt form on the ground. His bac was burnt, his wings were nothing. His skin leaked an unholy mixture of blood and the aroma of burnt flesh.

And then, the panic set in. What was I thinking? I was dead. If people heard a slave tried to burn his master alive….oh God…the bomb.

Anakin’s memories came in now, the memory which told me why slaves were so obedient. Each of them had a implant in their neck that their owners can use to blow their heads off their body. Like a galactic version of Suicide Squad.

And I just tried to kill mine. I can’t kill him, no…I won’t kill him. He should suffer with that burnt and whole body. But…if he recovered, he would kill Shmi and I without regret.

I need to find the remote, I closed my eyes and focused, the memory came quickly. The device was a remote, it was small, around the size of my fist. I ran to Watto’s body and searched through his pockets, pushing away the burnt clothes and trying to control my vomit from touching his burnt skin.

In the satchel pocket on his ċhėst, I found it. I ripped it out, he ġrȯȧnėd, trying to reach and grab it. Hm, I may have underestimated him, in so much pain, and yet he tried to get revenge. No wonder jedi mind tricks don’t work on him.

Watto never hide it, he always waved it around like a magic wand to intimidate Ani to work and…I think forcing Shmi to service him. He knew Anakin, the seven year old child would never even think of stealing it. But not me.

I sat down on my table and looked it over. It took me seconds to figure out how it worked. The personal slave codes of Shmi and myself were imputed inside, I opened the back and searched through the scraps of junk around the room, finding a powerful magnetic coil.

I placed the coil on the now exposed motherboard of the remote and connected a small battery to supercharge a magnet. I stepped back and watched as suddenly, the remote began to spark, frying out.

I smiled, the personal slave code could not be copied or replicated in any form. It was only ever found in the remote of the slaver, hence it was impossible for some other slaver to steal your slave away. That’s why smart slavers never displayed their remote to their slaves, but Watto was anything but smart.

I threw the now useless remote aside and walked to Watto’s body, he looked up at me and I squatted down before him, my eyes meeting his.

“The remote is gone,” his eyes widened, “I see you know what that means…tell me Watto…if you were me, and your mother was defiled by a pathetic insect….what would you do?”

“Kam,” he whizzed, his throat had been burnt, his voice box had been hurt, badly. His eyes were tearing up, “my-mercy.”

I smiled, it must have hurt him so much to say that. Both physically and to his person. I couldn’t help chuckle, “mercy? From the boy whose mother you rȧpėd? Isn’t that a little too much? I won’t spare you…you will die. But…” my brain began to spin, coming up with an idea that made me smile like a mad man, “depending on what you give me…I can make it easy or,” I pushed the Force out in the familiar feeling I came to ȧssociate with justice, sparks flew out between my fingers, yellow lightning arced through my fingers.

“A-anything,” he croaked.

I smiled, “everything,” I looked around, “I want all of this. When you die…I want to be free. Give me everything, or you will spend the rest of your life screaming in pain.”

He nodded, “yes,” he looked around, his eyes landed on a metal safe in the corner of the room, I immediately knew what he was thinking.

Anakin remembered Watto bragging about owning this junkyard, how he won it from a gambling match a long time ago. Ani was so curious and eager, Watto had shown him the deed to the entire place, he kept it locked away in the safe.

I walked over and looked over the safe, it was locked with a digital pad up front. I turned, “code.”

“222,” he croaked, gasping out, “321.”

I inputted the code and inside I found several expensive objects, thousands of credits, both lactic and basic and the deed for several things.

I brought them all to Watto and placed them before him. He struggled to type on the deed, his fingers leaving bloody prints on the tad and he worked on changing the deed to the shop. He gave up ownership and pushed it to me.

I reached down and inputted my fingerprints onto the deed’s main screen and in minutes my entire bio data was inputted. Every single thing Watto owned was now mine.

“Please,” he grunted.

I looked down at him and smiled. I took the several deeds and put it back in the safe, “you kept your promise…and I suppose I should keep mine,” I wanted to torture him some more, break my promise and make him hurt. But…my heart wasn’t in it.

I wasn’t fuċkɨnġ evil…I was just me. I moved to the safe and grabbed a blaster that Watto kept for self defense. I aimed it at his head and without a word fired at him.

The sound was deafening, and then silence. I was alone, his wheezing had stopped…the only thing that remained was Waldo’s burnt body which had a giant hole in its head.

The blaster fell to my side, I looked down and for several seconds I just looked at the body bleeding out onto the floor of the workshop. I had killed someone…and I don’t know which is worse, wanting to make him suffer some more or killing him at all.

Was I evil now? I used Sith Lightning, that means I was evil right? No matter what colour it was…was I evil?

And I realised something…I didn’t honestly care. Shmi was being rapped by this creature, Anakin was being slapped around, he deserved death in the worst ways possible. So what if the jedi hated me for it? Did they ever solve slavery in this world? Did they ever care?

Damn them, they can’t judge me, they had no right. And damn the sith, those selfish bastards would destroy the world for their own petty reasons. Fucking fools the both of them. When I woke up in this body…I wanted to be a jedi, I won’t’ lie.

I wanted to be Anakin Skywalker and kill Sidious and be a hero. But I’m not a fuċkɨnġ jedi, I can’t just push away my own emotions, I can’t…and I’m not selfish enough to be a Sith. I’m…I am me.

Let the chips fall they may, for now, I need to focus what I see before me right now. And right now I see a dead bug on the floor of my workshop. Tatonnie was filled with scum, they wouldn’t care what happened to a dead man, but I would need to play it safe.

I focused on his body and lifted the thing into the air. It was lighter than I thought, I was able to easily pulled it towards the junkyard where I found an incinerator, the kind we used to melt down old metal to reuse it for new projects. And now, I would be using it on him.

I tossed him inside and watched him burn. No screams, no yells. Just the burning smell of his flesh turned into ash. In the end, nothing remained and I was alone.

I went back to the junkyard, I grabbed a bag and put the deeds for all of my properties into it. I strapped the blaster to my side and walked out into the dark streets of the rural city.

I gripped my bag, my eyes darting to every which corner to make sure no one knew what I carried. I spotted a few rough looking green…fish…what are they? Wait…Rodians, Anakin’s memories helped me fill in the name. Damn those things look weird.

I managed to make my way back to the slave quarters of the city, the place where only the slaves lived. Without knocking, I walked in.

“Ani? You’re just in time honey! I made some fresh macare soup for you!”

My stomach growled, I was hungry. But right now…now I couldn’t eat. I walked into the dining room, which was the same as the living room and the half of the kitchen. And there was Shmi setting up a small dinner for the two of us, a smile on her face the moment she saw her son.

“Ani, did you work hard today? Did you…Ani…where did you get that blaster?” Shmi’s eyes widened as she spotted the comically large blaster on attached to my small hip.

“I took it from Watto’s safe,” I told her as I unstrapped it and placed it on a chair, “that’s also where I found these,” I took off the bag and placed it on the table, opening it up to allow the deeds for everything Watto owned to come pouring out.

Shmi’s eyes widened, “Ani! What have you done?! If Watto found out you did this he’ll kill you! You have to go back and put away! Quickly! Before he-”

“-He won’t notice,” I shot back, “he won’t care.”

Shmi’s face turned from shock and fear to confusion. “Anakin…what do you mean?”

“He hurt you mom,” the word no longer foreign to my tongue, after all I had killed for this woman, “he hurt you and said he would do so again…so I made sure he won’t hurt anyone ever again.”

Shmi gasped, “Anakin…what did you do?”

“I killed him,” I replied, cold, emotionless. I slowly poured my heart out, “but not before freeing us from his control, destroying his remote and then transferring every single thing he owned into my control. And then, I fired a blaster bolt between his eyes and burnt his body…”

I looked down and away. She probably hates me…I would hate me. I turned her son into a killer at the age of 7, not even Sidious can claim that achievement. I could probably run…those credits Watto has, it should be enough to get me to Coruscant, to the jedi. I’ll warn them and then…and then…what do I do?

But as I made my plans to run away and hide, crying for meaning in this confusing world, I felt a pair of arms wrap around me.

“Oh Ani…my sweet Ani,” she whispered into my ear, “you didn’t have to do that…my brave boy.”

“Y-you don’t hate me?” I asked in total shock.

“Anakin, I can never hate you,” she replied as slowly I released all my fears and hate. I cried into her arms as she held me tight. I think I cried myself to sleep, Shmi tucking me into bed. But as I slept that night, I didn’t feel alone. I felt connected, like something was out there, calling out to me, comforting me.

The Force was with me. Always.

The next day Shmi came to Wato’s-I mean, my junkyard and examined everything.

“I’m surprised he is actually gone,” he picked up the broken slave remote, “and we’re… free… finally,” tears in her eyes flew freely as she wiped them away.

“Are you okay?” I asked her in concern.

Shmi nodded, “I am now Ani,” she threw the remote into the trash as we both sat down next to each other, “now, show me what you got from Watto.”

I nodded as I took the data pads out and laid them out before her.

“The deed to the shop,” she looked through them all, “his house in the Frekaree district,” it was a well to do area just West of here, not a palace, but better then where we live right now, “the deed to our home, the deed to some sort of ship and a debt collection deed from…Nato Kryze?!”

I blinked, I went through Ani’s memories but couldn’t recall the name, “who is he?”

“A local crime boss…” Shmi’s hands were shaking, “that must be why Watto never got into any trouble for his trades. He must be holding this over him.”

“How much money?” I asked her.

“A hundred thousand credits, and if he knew what happened to Watto…he would celebrate. And then I suspect, kill us to prevent paying the debt back. We have to make it seem like Watto is still alive, at least long enough to prevent Nato from killing us.”

I ġrȯȧnėd, “I could say Watto’s gone off planet but…I doubt people will believe me.”

Shmi turned to me and nodded, “yes…oh what do we do?”

I ġrȯȧnėd as I looked at the deed, the name, the amount…hm, I got an idea. “Mom,” she turned to me, “do you trust me?”

Without wasting a second she nodded, “with my life.”

“Then I have an idea…but you might not like it.”

An hour later:

“You’re right, I don’t like it,” Shmi and I were dressed in robes as we managed to sneak into Nato’s cantina. It took twenty credits to bribe the gaurd to let us in, but now we were.

The cantina were filled with so many shifty looking people, each at one point or another gave us a look of curiosity and observation. Shmi shifted uncomfortably form some of the looks, I could tell she found them unnerving.

Her hands palmned the blaster strapped to her side, since she was a better shot, she got to use it. Not that I would need a weapon, I had the Force after all…I hope.

We looked around and got a drink, two glasses of blue milk. We looked around and Shmi spoke first, “there,” we looked over and there was the man we were searching for.

He was human at least, wearing a brown overcoat honeycomb like armour plates underneath his coat. His hair was cut short into a mohawk and he had a scar running down his right eye. He was old, maybe older than Shmi, greying hair and many lines running along his face.

He threw back his head and laughed, the people around him joined him, laughing happily. He had a green skinned reptile like woman in one arm, the woman ŀɨċkɨnġ her lips in excitement…I think. God this is so weird.

“How do you know it’s him?” I asked her.

She motioned to his armour, “Nato is a mandalorian, it can’t be anyone else. Stay here And, I’ll be right back.”

“But-”

“-Stay,” she then left without another word, carefully approaching the group of thugs and mercenaries. I grew panicky…should I just let her go? She’s an ȧduŀt, she should know the risks….fuck it, that woman is my mother, it’ll be a cold day in hell before I let her just go in there alone.

But I need a weapon. Maybe I can use the lighting as a last minute thing but I need a proper weapon. I looked around and found several people in here with weapons, it was a cantina after all.

I scouted the area and then landed on a large green skinned…something…God, not even Anakin’s memories knew what that thing was. But whatever it was it was big and had a blaster on it’s side.

It was facing away from me and I saw it’s holster had a simple buŧŧon to keep it’s blaster at bay. I had a chance, I needed to take it.

I focused on the latch for the holster, closed my eyes and pulled with the Force. It came off immediately, bearly a sound made. I smiled, I was getting better at this.

I waited for a moment, to make sure the green thing didn’t notice it’s holster was unlocked now. I looked over Shmi had made it to Nato’s table and was talking to the man, showing him the deed she had.

Nato ġrȯȧnėd, motioned for his thugs to grab it, pulling it out of Shmi’s hands. I growled, bastard. I turned and pulled the green thing’s blaster out of the holster with the Force. It flew into my hand and thanks to the practise I did yesterday, it didn’t hurt when I grabbed the speeding object.

I got off my seat and moved, carefully hiding the blaster as I did. The group of thugs laughed out loud suddenly, Shmi flinching back, I suspect she tried to do something they found amusing.

I approached them and hide behind a pillar, balster at the ready. I listened and heard Nato’s voice ringing out clearly.

“So you’re telling me, you’re willing to give up a hundred thousand credits just so that I don’t try and pull something with you? Are you stupid?” Nato laughed.

“I-I just don’t want any trouble,” Shmi replied weakly.

“What happened to Watto?” a fat looking slob of an alien with a trunk for a nose asked, “did you kill him?”

“Y-yes,” she replied.

“Really?” Nato’s voice sounded suspicious, “you don’t look like you have the stones….”

“I did…he threatened my son,” she whispered.

“I see…well…I wish I could help you Shmi dear, but you see, you’re a slave,” he sighed as he stood up, I grew tense and from the way everyone’s attention fell on Nato, I suspect they all knew something was going on.

“I’m no longer a slave,” Shmi argued, “Watto’s remote is gone.”

“Maybe…but you see if I let one slave get away with killing her master, that might give the others the same idea,” he motioned to his guards who immediately grabbed Shmi, “so I’m sorry my dear, but I can’t let you leave here alive.”

“No! Please!” two brutish men grabbed Shmi and held her down as Nato took out a blaster. In that moment, rage took over me.

I turned to two chairs in the cantina, they were occupied, but I didn’t care. I reached out with the Force and pulled it, the emotional request didn’t seem to take any time to fulfill as suddenly the two chairs, along with the people on them, flew threw the air.

The guards holding Shmi were knocked down and the woman fell on her back in surprise.

“Who did that?!” Nato cried out as he drew his blaster.

I aimed and fired the blaster I stole, aiming for his ċhėst, but only managing to clip his shoulder as three blasts went out, and one hit.

“Get them!” the men next to Nato cried out as the creepy lizard lady attended to the hurt Mandalorian.

I moved into the shadows and waited as the men all ran out, searching probably for some big thought gang. Not a 7 year old.

The moment they left I ran out from my hiding place and ran to Shmi, who by now was back on her feet.

“Ani!” she cried out.

“Come on! We have to get out of here!” I told her as I grabbed her hand and pulled to leave, but suddenly we found ourselves surrounded by at least ten men, all pointing their blasters at us.

“You shot me?” I heard Nato’s voice call out as he got back on his feet. He displayed his shoulder, the blaster bolt hadn’t even dented his arm, which was surprising to me. Did he have some kind of special armour?

“Yes, I did,” I replied as I looked around for a way to escape? Maybe I could fire my way out? Maybe I can use the Force to push them all back? I never tried…maybe I could. Maybe I can use lighting to fry them and run, use Watto’s ship and fly away.

“What are you? Five?” Nato scoffed.

“Seven,” I replied, glaring at him.

“Anakin, what are you doing?!” Shmi cried out, “you should have run!”

“I won’t leave you behind with these monsters,” I replied back, not taking my eyes off the Mandalorian.

He smirked, “so this is your son huh? Nasty little bugger isn’t he? Tell me kid, what exactly was your plan here? Come in, shoot everyone and then leave?”

I shrugged, “worked for Watto.” Everyone gasped, suddenly whispering as even Nato looked curious. Shmi looked horrified, trying to shut my mouth, but she didn’t move, too afraid to do so.

“You killed Watto?” Nato asked slowly.

“Yes…I did,” I replied.

“How?”

I needed more time, more…everything. I need to stall him. “I rigged his smoker,” I lied, “when he used it, it exploded in his face. I watched him burn and then forced him to sign over everything he owned. And when he did that, I fired a blaster bolt between his eyes.”

That caused the people to really start whispering, the words ‘balls’ and ‘crazy’ were thrown around easily.

Nato raised an eyebrow, “you’re not joking are you?” I shook my head and he whistled, “damn. That is ruthless kid…tell me, how would you like to work for me?”

“I killed my last master, what makes you think I eager for another one?”

He snorted, “true…alright then kid, I guess there’s only one place for you,” he moved to draw his blaster, but suddenly.

BANG!

A blaster bolt struck the place over his head as Shmi ran and tackled him to the ground. She pointed the business end of the blaster at Nato’s head, snarling, “you won’t harm my son!”

Everyone moved, nobody fired, I ran to Shmi’s side and we were back to back as I aimed my stolen blaster at the guards, who looked like they wanted to rip us apart, but stopped since Shmi had their boss at gunpoint.

“You shot me?” Nato sounded surprised, “did you seriously just shoot me?”

“Yes, and if you don’t drop your blaster I’ll shoot you again!” she yelled, none of her doubts or fears present. I blinked, honestly, I was impressed.

Nato blinked, “okay…alright, fine, boys, put them down,” he dropped his blaster and put his hands up, slowly his men obeyed. He then spoke to Shmi directly, “alright…what now?”

“Now?” Shmi blnked, I don’t think she thought this far ahead. She looked around, all of us were looking at her, waiting for her next words. She licked her lips and continued, “now we do business. The debt you owe Watto, you owe us now. Btu I’ll willing to forgive it provided you give my son and I protection.”

The man raised an eyebrow and smiled, “a hundred thousand credits for protection… hm…okay. Why not. But I have one request.”

“What’s that?” Shmi asked.

“Answer me a question.”

“What?”

“Are you single?”

Shmi blinked, “what?”

“Are you seeing someone? Some slaves are…unless Watto prevented you from having fun…”

I raised an eyebrow, “are you hitting on my mother?”

“Yes,” Nato nodded, “so? Are you seeing someone Shmi?”

The woman stammered, “n-no.”

The Mandalorian grinned, “perfect! Consider yourself protected! Everyone! The next rounds on me!”

“YAH!” the entire cantina cheered as they all raised a glass high. The same people who once tried to blast us into dust now celebrated with us. I honestly could say, this Galaxy was fuċkɨnġ crazy.

Two months later:

“Thank you! Come again!” Shmi smiled as the last customer of the day left the shop. She closed the door and turned to me, “are you almost done cleaning up Ani?”

I nodded, “yes mom. You can go ahead and close things up,” I told her.

“Great, oh and 3PO, can you make sure the catalog for the junkyard is up to date?”

“I will certainly tend to that immediately madam,” the black plated droid nodded as he began to wobble away to do just that.

I built the robot a few weeks ago and already it was an irreplaceable part of our lives. He did so much meal labour, it freed up both mine and Shmi’s time. I honestly don’t know why Watto didn’t build them himself…oh wait, I do. He’s a shit machnic, no wonder he prefered child labour.

After we gained Nato’s protection Shmi and I reopened the junkyard under out ownership and so far, we didn’t get any trouble due to our status as previous slaves. In fact people didn’t even blink an eye at that fact.

A few days later Shmi and I got enough cash to remove the explosive devices in our necks through a simple but expensive surgery. Now chip free we could move about more confidently in society.

I spent most of my time these last two months fixing up and selling machines to the people in the city. We were still getting our footing in the market, but now that that’s done I think I can personally focus on other things, like building another droid.

I had already began, this one was fixed together like pieces from a broken jigsaw puzzle, the legs were short and stubby with wheels and the body was like a trash can, hollow inside. It had strong arms for lifting and a decent enough system, I’m hoping this robot would be useful in storing and carrying heavy objects. Perfect for working in a junkyard.

I think I’ll call him… Bobo.

As I continued to work on the new droid through the door opened up, “sorry we’re closed, please-” I looked up and stopped, I sighed, “really Nato?”

The man stood in my doorway with a bunch of desert flowers in his hand. He grinned, “what? She likes them. Where is she anyway?”

I sighed and pointed out the back, “in the back,” he nodded and walked away. Since that day in the cantina, he and She had started…dating. It was frankly disturbing, but she needed someone and…well…being the girlfriend of a mob boss would protect her from danger.

I watched him walk to the store’s back and noticed the shiny new blaster he was carrying. I narrowed my eyes and held out my hand, causing it to slip out of his hand and fly into mine.

I looked it over, it was new alrigh. Top of the line in fact. A TX-120, I think. It’s impossible quick and also hard to miss thanks to its anti-recoil grip. I think I have a thing for pickpocketing people using the Force…I should probably be more careful.

I examined the weapon carefully, using tools to open up the shell to see what was inside. Like usual, I was so absorbed with examining the new tech I didn’t notice time fly by, or notice the fact that Nato was standing right before me.

He cleared his throat, breaking my focus. I looked up, he looked amused, “you really do have to tell me how you keep doing that. I didn’t even see you take it this time.”

I smiled, “practise,” I closed the lid on the blaster, “it’s cool. But be careful, it can’t keep much charge.”

“Yeah, I know, ten shots and then it needs a new pack,” the man snorted as he picked up his weapon, “I tell Karros to try and upgrade it, but the bastard is always too stubborn to try.”

“Language!” Shmi cried out from the back, Nato and I rolled our eyes, God the woman is uptight sometimes.

“Hm…you know, if you want I could try and fix it for you,” I offered with a shrug.

Nato blinked, “what do you mean?”

“There’s space inside for an additional fuel choke, I could put one in and double if not triple the energy capacity,” I replied.

“Can you really do that?” he asked surprised.

I shrugged, “I can try.”

He gave me back the gun and I began to work. A few minutes later I handed the blaster back to him and he looked it over. He took aim and moved the gun around, “it’s a little heavier but…I think I can manage.”

“Want to check it’s range?” I asked.

He agreed and we walked out. We approached a large scrap pile of junk and he took aim and began randomly firing off the blaster over and over again. And sure enough, instead of ten bolts, thirty five came out.

“Amazing!” Nato cried out, “kid, you are a genius! Do you think you could work on other weapons for me?”

I ġrȯȧnėd, “I don’t like weapons but… if you can promise extra security for my mother and me and pay, sure, I don’t mind.”

Nato nodded, “done. How much for this?”

“Actually…I was hoping for payment in some other form…”

He raised an eyebrow, “kid, last time someone said that to me I ended up spending a week in a senator’s private beach resort babysitting his children. Which is embarrassing enough, never mind that he tried to bed me three separate times.”

I chuckled, “nothing like that….I want you to teach me to fight Nato.”

The man grew silent, deathly so. If we weren’t in my junkyard and if he wasn’t in love with my mother, I would be worried being alone with this man.

“Why?” he asked.

“You are a Mandalorian, the greatest warrior in the universe. Why wouldn’t I-”

“-No kid,” he snapped, “I’m asking why you want me to teach you in the first place. Why now? Why do you want to fight?”

“To protect myself and my mother,” I replied, “and….to become strong.” And because since the jedi will in no way accept a child they can’t brainwash, since I wasn’t really an impressionable little child, I will need to fight in some other way.

“Is that it?”

“I live on a planet of degenerates and monsters. It’s leaders as crime lords, no offence-”

“-None taken-”

“-and I am a 7 year old with no form of protection. Other than you. So I would like it if I could protect myself.”

The Mandalorian was silent for a long time, thinking to himself. I think…I think I could feel his thoughts in his head. It was an odd sensation and one I only discovered recently when Shmi first grew angry with me over a week ago.

I had tried to mess around with a thermal bomb, she was pissed. And I could feel her anger before she even said a thing. And right now I felt doudt from Nato.

“Kid…do you know why I, a Mandalorian, is doing all the way out here in the middle of nowhere?” he asked.

I nodded, I had heard this story before from Shmi herself, telling me a rumour she had heard. This was when they just started courting, so she still wasn’t totally comfortable being around him.

“You were sent out of your clan,” I looked at the insignia on his left shoulder pad, it was a Blue Spade with a circle in the center, “they say you did something…unforgivable.”

“I murdered my brother,” Nato admitted, “because he tried to kill our father…so I killed him first. And for that, I was sent out of my home, my people…my planet. I am sorry Anakin…but no matter what, I am still Mandalorian, and I cannot train someone in our ways unless he is proven worth.”

“How?” I asked quickly, “how do I prove that I am worthy?”

“Well…I suppose if you can someone give me a reason to train I could. Show me a reason why you would be worthy of the title of Mandalorian.”

I ġrȯȧnėd, “like…”

He shrugged, “that, is up to you. Now, come, I am sure your mother is worried about you.” I nodded and walked back inside with him, though in my mind I wondered, what can I do to prove myself worthy?

A week later, I got my answer.

A new speeder that had recently broken down was brought in, a client had hired us to fix it for him. I ran my fingers down it’s side and felt the tear marks on its surface.

“What could have done this?” I asked aloud.

“I believe these marks matched the ones made by a Krayt dragon,” 3PO replied, “a large carnivorous reptile, though they are rare since people killed them for the precious pearls found in their bodies. Judging from the size of these markings, I would wager the greater krayt dragon made them.”

“How big do they grow?” I asked.

“I believe well over forty feet sir,” 3PO replied, “why do you ask?”

I looked back at the newly made Bobo droid I made along with the newer one I had plans to design. “No reason, 3PO, get the location of where the speeder was ambushed out off it’s system. I want to know where this…dragon was found.”

“May I ask why you require this information sir?”

“To prove myself,” I replied simply.

A month later:

Shmi wished me a good night and closed the door behind her. I waited for ten minutes before getting out of my bed and sneaking out through the backdoor.

I traveled to the junkyard and snuck inside. I moved the back where I had stashed everything I would need already. I had spent a month preparing for this, and now I was.

I had researched everything I could on the Krayt dragon. I had learnt their movements, what they were made up off and most importantly how to kill them. And now I think I was ready.

I moved to the back of the junkway and removed a large tarp that covered a speeder and cargo lifter that was attached to the former.

I started the speeder up and checked the engines, everything was good to go, the coordinates from where the Krayt dragon was seen last was inputted into it’s memory banks.

I went into the workshop and approached my workstation where I had laid out all my tools for this mission.

Attached to a leather belt was modified blaster that allowed for a single shot, but would be enough to blast a boulder in half. I also have a pair of night vision goggles that I built from scratch, a couple of grenades, some first aid supplies and one very very powerful flash grenade.

But this wasn’t what would win me the dragon, no, that was the six feet tall droid standing still next to the table.

I took out a remote and activated it, it whirled to life as it looked down and bowed, “what is thy bidding my master?”

The droid was made from the very best parts I could find from my days here. It had strong powerful legs, a blaster and plasma coated blade attached to its arms and a torso that was armed with a small bomb. It was black and shiny with a single circular disk of light in it’er center.

It was modeled to look like Iron Man’s suit, what can I say? I love that suit. And the best part? Well…

“Alright Vader,” I smiled as I strapped the tool belt on me, “let’s move.” That’s right, I named him Vader.

I got on my speeder while the Vader droid got on the turbo lifter. I then took off, zooming out of the city and into the vast desserts, ready to prove myself to be a Mandalorian.

I know it was kind of reckless, but I had a plan. I knew how to destroy it and more importantly, I needed to be trained. Because whether I did end up as a Sith or Jedi, I was the chosen one, and I needed to protect myself.

I reached the location after a two hour journey. It was a large expanse of sand with nothing around, except a rocky mountain jutting out in the middle with the entrance for a cave etched into its side.

I stopped the speeder and got down. I looked around, there were marking on the wall of the cave, claw marks. I narrowed my eyes, it was here.

I unloaded Vader and we both approached the cave. “Vader, Killer mode,” I todered.

Immediately it’s right arm transformed into a large blaster and it’s left into a sword while a shoulder planted heavy duty blaster swung out and took aim forward, “ready and waiting master.”

It took the lead as I followed behind, drawing my blaster just to be sure.

We traveled deep into the cave and after five minutes of walking I had Vader stop. We were deep enough that our own footsteps began to echo out. Perfect.

I reached into my belt and took out a vacuum sealed bag and placed it on the ground. The cave’s ground was large with lots of space to move about, even several stalagmites lying around to provide for cover.

“Vader,” I took out several thermal bombs and handed it over, I pointed to the stalagmites on the ceiling, “plate them around the structurally weak areas. Be careful, they aren’t armed, but they are expensive.”

“Yes, my master,” the droid nodded and did just that, using the metal studs on his boots to climb the wall and do as I ordered.

I unsealed the package I had and poured the contents out, extremely automatic Baku meat. Extremely delicious and very expensive. And more importantly, very potent.

I placed the flash grenade right before the meat pile, face front. By now Vader was finished, I ordered him to hide behind a stalagmite with me as we now waited.

It was twenty minutes later when we felt a shockwave. A small tremor that grew bigger and bigger. And then, I heard a growl.

I took out my night vision goggles and looked at it and for a moment, I wondered if I should have just given up and run for the hills.

It was huge, maybe forty feet, maybe bigger. It wasn’t a dragon, no, it was more like a giant fuċkin croc with horns on its head similar to a dragon. It had a scales large as my entire torso running down it’s back and a pair of glowing yellow eyes.

It came slowly towards the meat I left for it. Sniffing as it did. I looked at it’s massive limbs from behind my cover, they were huge and rippled with muscles. But also stubby and frankly, I doubt they were built for speed.

The monster bent down and began cowing down on the meat before it, ŀɨċkɨnġ the food up in seconds, gulping it all down.

I took out two remote controls, I turned to Vader, “when it’s incapacitated, attack,” the droid just nodded. And then, I pressed them both and closed my eyes.

There was a flash of bright light that came through my shut eyelids. That was the flash grenade. “KAY!” the dragon cried out.

BOOM!

The entire canyon ceiling shock at the explosion of my medium range grenades. Suddenly the ceiling began to collapse down hard. Luckily I was further away from the excitement so I wasn’t affected, but I could feel the entire ceiling around the dragon collapse down on top of him.

“Attacking commence,” Vader spoke as I felt him leave my side and activate his blaster.

A few seconds later I opened my eyes and saw the dragon pinned down under a huge pile of boulders while Vader plunged his blade into its eye, blinding it.

“KYAA!” it cried out, only it’s head was free, the rest of its body was pinned under the debris. Vader plunged it’s blade again and again into the dragon while firing into its mouth.

The dragon tried to fight, swinging its head violently to one side to knock Vader away. It then tried to free itself, the rocks beginning to shift away to free it. I knew I had to do something. Vader was still getting back on its feet.

I threw my hands forward and pushed out the familiar feeling of the Force out, beginning for the power to stop the dragon. Yellow lightning came flying out, striking it hard, the dragon crying out in pain.

Vader began to attack it again, but the dragon’s open mouth spat out a wad of acid on the droid that melted it’s blaster arm off. It continued to scream in pain from my force Lightning, but I knew it was resisting it.

So with no other choice I cut off the Force and drew my blaster. “Vader!” I called out, throwing my blaster at the droid. Immediately it understood, I was proud of the superb programing I had installed into its system.

It transformed it’s sword arm back to normal and grabbed the blaster. I aimed at the dragon’s head and pulled the trigger.

BOOM!