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seen,” the Jedi Master said. “Let’s be off.”
He climbed from the bongo onto the shore and started away. Obi-Wan glanced meaningfully at Jar Jar and followed.
The Gungan stared doubtfully after the departing Jedi. “Me comen, me comen,” he muttered, and hurried after.
I t was a little more than a week after the Podrace and the encounter with the old spacer that Watto summoned Anakin into the musty confines of the junk shop and told him he was to take a speeder out to the Dune Sea to do some trading with the Jawas. The Jawas, scavengers, were offering a number of droids for sale or trade, some of them mechanics, and while Watto wasn’t about to part with usable currency, he didn’t want to pass up a bargain if it could be had for a favorable barter. Anakin had traded on Watto’s behalf before, and the Toydarian knew that the boy was good at this, too.
The blue face hovered close to Anakin’s own, tiny wings beating madly. “Bring me what I need, boy! And don’t mess up!”
Anakin was entrusted with a variety of difficult-to-obtain engine and guidance systems parts that the Jawas would covet and Watto could afford to give up for the right set of droids. The boy was to take the speeder out into the Dune Sea for a midday meeting with the Jawas, make his trade, and be back by sunset. No detours andno fooling around. Watto hadn’t forgiven him yet for losing the Podrace and smashing his best racer, and he was letting the boy know it.
“March the droids back if you can’t barter for a float sled.” Watto flitted about, issuing orders, a blue blur. “If they can’t walk this far, they aren’t of any use to me.
Peedunkel!
Make sure you don’t get taken! My reputation is at stake!”
Anakin listened attentively and nodded at all the right places, the way he had learned to do over the years. It was only a little past midmorning and there was plenty of time to do what was needed. He had traded with the Jawas many times, and he knew how to make certain they did not get the best of him.
There was a great deal Watto didn’t know about Anakin Skywalker, the boy thought to himself as he went out the door to claim his speeder and begin his journey. One of the tricks to being a successful slave was to know things your master didn’t know and to take advantage of that knowledge when it would do you some good. Anakin had a gift for Podracing and a gift for taking things apart and putting them back together and making them work better than they had before. But it was his strange ability to sense things, to gain insights through changes in temperament, reactions, and words, that served him best. He could tune in to other creatures, bond with them so closely he could sense what they were thinking and what they would do almost before they did. It had served him well in dealing with the Jawas, among others, and it gave him a distinct edge in bartering on Watto’s behalf.
Anakin had a couple of important secrets he kept from Watto as well. The first was the protocol droid he was reconstructing in his bedroom work area. It was far enough along that even though it was missing its skin and an eye, it could stand and move around, and its intelligence and communications processors were up and running. Good enough to do the job he required of it, he concluded, which was to accompany him on his bartering mission. The droid could listen in on the Jawas in their own peculiar language, which Anakin did not understand or speak particularly well. By doing so, it could let Anakin know if they were trying to slip anything by him. Watto didn’t know how far he had gotten with the droid, and there wasn’t much danger Watto could find out while they were out in the Dune Sea.
The second and more important secret concerned the Podracer the boy was building. He had been working on it for almost two years, salvaging bits and pieces as he went, assembling it under cover of an old tarp in an area of the common refuse dump in back of the
He climbed from the bongo onto the shore and started away. Obi-Wan glanced meaningfully at Jar Jar and followed.
The Gungan stared doubtfully after the departing Jedi. “Me comen, me comen,” he muttered, and hurried after.
I t was a little more than a week after the Podrace and the encounter with the old spacer that Watto summoned Anakin into the musty confines of the junk shop and told him he was to take a speeder out to the Dune Sea to do some trading with the Jawas. The Jawas, scavengers, were offering a number of droids for sale or trade, some of them mechanics, and while Watto wasn’t about to part with usable currency, he didn’t want to pass up a bargain if it could be had for a favorable barter. Anakin had traded on Watto’s behalf before, and the Toydarian knew that the boy was good at this, too.
The blue face hovered close to Anakin’s own, tiny wings beating madly. “Bring me what I need, boy! And don’t mess up!”
Anakin was entrusted with a variety of difficult-to-obtain engine and guidance systems parts that the Jawas would covet and Watto could afford to give up for the right set of droids. The boy was to take the speeder out into the Dune Sea for a midday meeting with the Jawas, make his trade, and be back by sunset. No detours andno fooling around. Watto hadn’t forgiven him yet for losing the Podrace and smashing his best racer, and he was letting the boy know it.
“March the droids back if you can’t barter for a float sled.” Watto flitted about, issuing orders, a blue blur. “If they can’t walk this far, they aren’t of any use to me.
Peedunkel!
Make sure you don’t get taken! My reputation is at stake!”
Anakin listened attentively and nodded at all the right places, the way he had learned to do over the years. It was only a little past midmorning and there was plenty of time to do what was needed. He had traded with the Jawas many times, and he knew how to make certain they did not get the best of him.
There was a great deal Watto didn’t know about Anakin Skywalker, the boy thought to himself as he went out the door to claim his speeder and begin his journey. One of the tricks to being a successful slave was to know things your master didn’t know and to take advantage of that knowledge when it would do you some good. Anakin had a gift for Podracing and a gift for taking things apart and putting them back together and making them work better than they had before. But it was his strange ability to sense things, to gain insights through changes in temperament, reactions, and words, that served him best. He could tune in to other creatures, bond with them so closely he could sense what they were thinking and what they would do almost before they did. It had served him well in dealing with the Jawas, among others, and it gave him a distinct edge in bartering on Watto’s behalf.
Anakin had a couple of important secrets he kept from Watto as well. The first was the protocol droid he was reconstructing in his bedroom work area. It was far enough along that even though it was missing its skin and an eye, it could stand and move around, and its intelligence and communications processors were up and running. Good enough to do the job he required of it, he concluded, which was to accompany him on his bartering mission. The droid could listen in on the Jawas in their own peculiar language, which Anakin did not understand or speak particularly well. By doing so, it could let Anakin know if they were trying to slip anything by him. Watto didn’t know how far he had gotten with the droid, and there wasn’t much danger Watto could find out while they were out in the Dune Sea.
The second and more important secret concerned the Podracer the boy was building. He had been working on it for almost two years, salvaging bits and pieces as he went, assembling it under cover of an old tarp in an area of the common refuse dump in back of the
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