Star Wars: This Is My Saga!

Chapter 3: (Hopefully) Good Relations



One evening, as they made their way back from a particularly grueling session of training, the twins stumbled upon a young Twi'lek girl with emerald eyes and golden lekku. Her eyes met Anakin's with a spark of curiosity that mirrored his own. She was unlike any other Twi'lek they had encountered on the dusty planet, her grace and poise a stark contrast to the roughness of Mos Espa.

"What are you two doing out here?" She asked, her voice a melodic lilt that seemed to dance on the cool breeze. "You should be inside, it's not safe for children."

Anakin looked at her, "You're not exactly an adult yourself . . ."

The Twi'lek girl giggled. "Fair enough, I'm actually a student at Madame Vansitt's Charm Academy. My name is Pala Kwi'teksa." She paused, looking at Anakin and Arna with a mix of curiosity and wariness. "What about you two?"

Anakin took a step forward, his eyes studying her. "We're just playing," he lied, noticing the chain that bound her to a heavy pack of supplies. "What brings you out here?"

"I was just practicing," she replied, her gaze darting towards the horizon. "The city's too noisy, and it's easier to concentrate out here."

The twins exchanged a knowing glance. Anakin could sense something more to her story, something hidden beneath her cheerful facade. "What do you practice?" He asked gently, hoping to coax more information from her.

Pala's smile grew a little sad. "I'm learning to become a lady, like the ones you see in the holographic shows. It's a better life than being a simple slave."

Shmi had told him of these places, schools where young girls were taught to entertain the wealthy. Anakin felt a pang of pity for the girl, her fate seemingly already decided by the cruel hand of slavery.

"What do you learn?" Arna asked, her curiosity piqued by the exotic newcomer.

"Now I can't tell you that," Pala said, her emerald eyes sparkling with mischief. "It's all very secret and fancy."

Arna's eyes widened in wonder. "But I wanna know!"

Pala knelt down, placing her pack aside. "Sorry, no dice!" She winked. "But maybe we'll see each other again, besides, I have to leave before my teacher think I've been gone to long and blows my leg iff or something." She morbidly joked at them as she walked away, her lekku fluttering with each step.

The twins watched her retreating figure, feeling a strange kinship with her. They both knew what it was like to be bound by a fate that seemed predetermined. Anakin made a silent vow to help her, if he could. He knew that the Jedi did not condone slavery, and perhaps this was the universe's way of placing a new ally in their path.

The encounter with Pala was a stark reminder of the world they lived in, a world of slavery and subjugation, where even the most innocent could be crushed under the weight of oppression. It fueled Anakin's resolve to become stronger, to protect not just Arna but all those like them.

The next morning, as Anakin was cleaning Watto's shop as best as he could with the subtle help of the force and Arna was messing with random pieces of tech he realized something, while he had to make sure that they stayed on Tatooine so they could be found by the Jedi, that didn't mean that he couldn't make this place less of a hellhole. He had seen the hope in the eyes of the people here, especially in the children, and he knew that if he had the chance to give them a better life, he had to take it.

He new the biggest threat to the way if life of most on this dessert rock were the Tusken Raiders. He needed a plan and he needed to write it down, but he couldn't do that without arousing suspicion, plus he was starting to form significant new memories and he couldn't afford to forget something to major. So he began to think of a way to communicate without raising alarm.

He got it, secrets codes/languages, if he had one it would make things easier, and he already did, Spanish. As is the rule for any Sci-fi universe, basically all humans speak the same language (Almost always English) so the language, even if somehow did exist wiuld almost certainly be rare if not extinct.

He began, "*Vamos a ser amigos con los Tusken Raiders.* That's how we start," Anakin murmured to himself, drawing the word in an old discarded book. He had picked up enough of the language in his past life to understand the basic structure.

The code grew more complex, a tapestry of Spanish words and phrases that held the essence of his Star Wars knowledge. "Conocer la ruta de la Fuerza" - "Know the path of the Force." "El emperador engendro la Muerte Estelar" - "The Emperor created the Death Star."

Anakin wrote feverishly, his thoughts racing. If he could somehow befriend the Tusken Raiders, he could not only protect Arna and the others but also learn from them and use them against the Hutts and other slacers. They were fierce warriors, skilled in survival, and held a deep respect for the desert that could be invaluable in their quest. He hoped that by showing them respect and offering friendship, they would see him as an ally rather than just another child to be ignored.

He knew he had to tread carefully, though. The Tusken Raiders were a proud people, and any misstep could lead to disaster. His heart pounded as he wrote down his strategy, his mind racing with scenarios of what could happen. He had seen the brutal way they had been depicted in the media, but he also knew that there was more to them than met the eye as was shown with Darth Krayt if he remembers the lore compilation videos correctly with Force Recall.

Anakin's hand moved swiftly over the pages of the worn book, his eyes darting from the words he had scribbled down to the horizon, where the twin suns of Tatooine painted the sky with fiery streaks of orange and red. His thoughts raced through the scenes of the Star Wars saga, weaving together a plan that was as complex as the Force itself. He wrote down the names of Jedi and Sith, of battles and strategies, translating them into a language that was as foreign to the desert inhabitants as the very concept of the galaxy beyond their sands.

"El destino de la galaxia està en nuestras manos," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper against the backdrop of the ever-present desert wind. "We must be prepared."

The book grew thick with his coded entries, a treasure trove of knowledge that could change the course of their lives. He knew the power of foreknowledge and the responsibility that came with it. If he could convince the Tusken Raiders to see him as an equal, as someone who understood the ways of the universe, he might stand a chance at creating a new reality for himself and Arna.

Days turned into weeks as Anakin honed his plan, each entry a puzzle piece that he meticulously placed into a grand design. "La Fuerza es nuestro amigo," he wrote, his handwriting steadier with each stroke. "We must learn to use it wisely."

He knew that the key to gaining their trust would be to prove himself, not just in words but in deeds. He had seen the way Qui-Gon Jinn had approached the Gungans, with respect and openness, and he would do the same with the Tusken Raiders.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day in Watto's shop, Anakin was tasked with getting some random peice if tech (it never really mattered to him) that would force him to go through Tusken territory. It was a perfect opportunity.

"Let me go with you Ani." Arna begged with her adorable eyes and also instinctually using Force Persuasion, yet he remained unbroken, "Don't worry Arna, Ill be back by tomorrow."

He took the podracer parts and set off into the desert, his heart racing with the excitement of his mission and the danger that lay ahead. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, but he pushed them aside, focusing on the task at hand. He had made Arna agree that it was best to keep their newfound knowledge hidden from Shmi for now, she had enough to worry about and they were still young (physically at least for him).

Anakin's journey was long and treacherous, the unforgiving heat of the Tatooine sun beating down on him like an angry fist. Yet, he pushed through the exhaustion, driven by the knowledge that he was writing his own destiny. He made sure to walke near where a Tusken settlement should be if the customers were to be believed, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew that if he was going to ally with them, he had to first prove himself as a non-threat.

As the shadows grew longer, he spotted a group of Tusken Raiders in the distance. Their silhouettes were intimidating, a stark contrast against the vibrant oranges and purples of the setting sun. He took a deep breath and approached them, he hoped he carried himself as meekly and submissive as possible.

He knew that they could practically sense his fear, but he could actually feel thier caution of him. He hoped they would also see his willingness to submit, if he ended up like Shmi in canon, Arna might end up worse than canon Anakin. He had studied their culture and knew that respect was earned, not given freely. He offered them a simple nod, the gesture one of peace and non-aggression.

They grunted in their guttural language, words that he couldn't understand. But Anakin had come prepared. There a likely chance one of them understood Galactic Basic (Knockoff English) or Huttese, the common tongue of slavers and scum. He took a deep breath and spoke in Galactic Basic first, "I come in peace. I am Anakin, and I think we can help each other."

The Tusken Raiders stared at him, their faces unreadable behind thier masks. He could still feel the weight of their stares, the tension in the air thick as the dust that coated his skin. He knew that any sign of aggression, any misstep, could mean his end. But he held firm, his grip on the podracer parts tight but non-threatening.

One of the larger raiders took a step forward, his gaffi stick at the ready. Anakin held out his hand, palm open, showing he had nothing to hide. "Achuta, mah pee kasa Anakin Skywalker."


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