And so he learned about the early colonists of Tatooine, the miners whose search for valuable minerals ended as an astronomically expensivedisappointment. Some of the miners chose to remain on the desert world while others were simply stranded. One of the first human settlements was at a place called Fort Tusken, which was assaulted by Tatooine's indigenous humanoids, the nomadic Sand People, who subsequently became known as Tusken Raiders. Favoring traditional club and ax weapons, Sand People wore head-concealing sandproof masks, and heavy cloaks that protected them from the elements and helped them blend in with the landscape. Sand People never adapted to easy contact with settlers, and were reputed to be as ferocious as they were mysterious. Anakin had yet to see them, but had been told that it was their howls he sometimes heard after darkness fell. He found them bloodcurdling.
Tatooine's other significant natives were the Jawas, diminutive beings with glowing eyes who salvaged the miners' enormous abandoned vehicles to scavenge the desert for any scrap of metal or bit of junk that they could transform into goods for sale or trade. Although Jawas were almost as malodorous as a backed-up refresher, Anakin looked forward to their visits to Gardulla's estate because he learned a great deal by watching them work. Much to the amazement of the other slaves and a few attendants, Anakin quickly gained a reputation for being able to fix discarded appliances.
As for Gardulla, Anakin learned that she competed with an even larger Hutt, named Jabba, over control of various enterprises on Tatooine. Anakin also discovered that Gardulla fed those who displeased her to a monstrous krayt dragon that she kept in a pit beneath her fortresslike palace off Mos Espa Way, and that she was addicted to betting on the Podraces. Anakin was in no hurry to meet any krayt dragons, but he was intrigued by everything he heard about the dangerous, high-speed sport that involved a pair of repulsorlift engines tethered to an open-cockpit vehicle. The first time he overheard two of Gardulla's attendants discussing the design of a Podracer they'd seen, he remembered the dream he'd had just before he arrived on Tatooine. According to the attendants, Podracing was the biggest attraction in Mos Espa, and it drew crowds from all over the galaxy. Anakin wondered if he'd ever get to watch a Podrace.
A few months after his arrival to Mos Espa, Anakin was helping a late-model droid mechanic repair a portable vaporator near the estate's main entrance when a winged, pudgy-bellied Toydarian with a flexible trunklike nose flew into the courtyard. Seeing the boy, the Toydarian paused, hovering in the air, and examined Anakin's handiwork. Speaking in Huttese, the Toydarian said in a low, wheezy voice, "You put in that water pump unit the wrong way."
Anakin had been told not to talk with strangers, but he cautiously replied, "I rigged it." Seeing that the Toydarian seemed genuinely interested, he demonstrated the pump mechanism and added, "I made it work better."
The Toydarian's eyes went wide as he watched the pump in fluid operation. "Hmm... who showed you how to rig it?"
"Nobody," Anakin said. His mother had told him not to brag, but he could not help feeling proud. "I just... I figured it out. My mom can fix things too."
"Is that so?" The Toydarian lowered himself in the air to examine the unit more closely. "You're not bad with your hands, kid," he said. "Not bad at all."
Anakin bowed his head slightly and said, "Thank you, sir."
"I have an appointment with Gardulla," the Toydarian said. Then he winked and rubbed his clawed fingers together and added, "A matter of money!"
Anakin didn't know how to respond to that, but just then, Gardulla herself heaved her bulky body into the entrance and said, "Ready to pay up, Watto?"
"Maybe, maybe," the Toydarian said as he hovered toward Gardulla. "But the next race is tomorrow, and I have an idea for another bet..."
Anakin watched the Toydarian follow Gardulla into the main building, then went back to work on the vaporator.
* * *
Gardulla lost her bet with Watto.
Two days later, Anakin and Shmi had a new owner.
When Watto wasn't gambling, he ran one of the most successful parts dealerships in Mos Epsa. He had need for someone with Anakin's mechanical aptitude, and had plenty of work for Shmi, too. Both mother and son were grateful to Watto for keeping them together, and after sharing a dingy, fetid room with six other slaves at Gardulla's estate, they were astonished to learn they would have an entire hovel to themselves at Slave Quarters Row, along the outskirts of Mos Espa. Watto believed they should feel grateful, and made it clear that if they didn't do as he said, he'd fill the hovel to capacity with additional slaves.
As days turned into weeks and months became years, Anakin made the best of his time, learning all that he could about technology and interstellar travel. He studied the aliens who passed through Mos Espa and got to know the local merchants on a first-name basis. While siting in junked starship cockpits, he learned to recognize the controls for thrusters, stabilizers, and repulsors. From watching other mechanics and pit droids, he became proficient at repairing Podracers at Watto's shop.
By age seven, he began to secretly salvage bits and pieces to restore a junked Podracer cockpit and a pair of Radon-Ulzer 620C engines that he hoped to transform into his very own Podracer. He kept this project under the cover of an old tarp in an area of the common refuse dump in back of the slave housing, where Watto never ventured, and deliberately kept the Podracer looking like it would never run. If Watto ever found out about it, he would dismiss it as just some childish project.
Watto did catch Anakin taking a refurbished Podracer for a test spin around the junkyard, but the Toydarian's fury died when he realized how well the boy handled the vehicle. Like Gardulla, Watto was addicted to gambling on Podraces, and he could hardly believe his good fortune, to own a slave who might generate revenue at the racetrack. Despite Anakin's age and species, he was tested and soon qualified to become a Podrace pilot. Much to his mother's horror, he eventually began competing under Watto's sponsorship.
Watto never stopped threatening to buy more slaves, but Anakin and his mother continued to have the hovel for themselves. Watto even gave Shmi an aeromagnifier that she could use to clean computer memory devices, allowing her to bring in a modest income. Despite these advantages, Anakin did not give up on his dreams of freedom. He began thinking of making some kind of a scanner to locate the transmitter implanted in his body, even though he wasn' t sure how such a transmitter might be deactivated or removed.
At some point, while listening to spacers talk of faraway worlds, he became aware of the Jedi Knights, the powerful peacekeepers of the Galactic Republic, who used lightsabers: a handheld weapon that emitted a lethal, truncated laser beam. Despite his limited knowledge of the Jedi, he sometimes had dreams of becoming one. Anakin wondered if any Jedi had ever heard of Tatooine, or if any had been born into slavery.
By age nine, he was resigned to the fact that he wasn't leaving Tatooine any time soon.
Still, every night, lying in the darkness of his small room that was cluttered with his various homemade devices and scientific projects, he vowed: I won't be a slave forever.
CHAPTER THREE
"How's your Podracer coming along, Ani?" his friend Kitster asked as he stepped over a rusted land-speeder turbine in Watto's junkyard.
Anakin shot a startled look at the dark-haired boy. "Keep your voice down!" Anakin said in a low voice. "You want Watto to find out?"
Kitster lowered his own voice and said, "Sorry, I forgot. How long have you been working on it?"
"Almost two years," Anakin admitted as he picked up a worn gasket.
"You really think it'll fly?"
"Once I get a few more parts, sure it will," Anakin said, tossing the gasket aside. "Problem is, if I fly it, Watto will know I have it, and then he'll want to take it from me. I'll just have to keep it a secret, and keep flying his cruddy Pods."
"I'd like to try flying a Podracer someday," Kitster said wistfully.
"Maybe you will." Anakin didn't want to hurt Kitster's feelings, but he
knew that his friend wouldn't last five seconds in a Podrace. Operating a Podracer required incredibly fast reflexes, the competition was fierce, and Anakin - as far as anyone knew - was the only human ever to fly one and live. Despite this accomplishment, Anakin knew he'd have to do better to please Watto. In the more than half-dozen races he had competed in so far, he had crashed twice and failed to finish even once. The biggest challenge he had was dealing with Sebulba, the gangly, crook-legged, antagonistic Dug, who won often and cheated almost constantly. Sebulba never hesitated to force competitors off the course, and had caused more than a dozen pilots to crash in the past year alone. Anakin thought, If it weren't for that cheat, I'd have won by now!
Kitster asked, "Think you'll win the next race?"
Anakin shrugged. "I'd be happy just to make it to the finish."
Anakin turned to another pile of metal, and found himself looking at a pair of slotted lenses that were surrounded by multicolored wires contained within a skull-shaped metal armature. Strangely, the lenses seemed to be staring back at him, and he realized they were burned-out photoreceptors. "Hey, Kitster!" he said as he picked up the object. "Look what I found!"
"What is it?"
"A droid head!" Anakin said, brushing sand from the vocoder plate beneath the photoreceptors, which had served as the droid' s eyes. "And not a pit droid' s either!" The head's metal plating had been removed, and the exposed photoreceptors had a surprised, wide-eyed expression. He handed the head to Kitster.
"It's pretty beat up," Kitster observed. "Maybe it was some kind of war droid?"
"I don't think so," Anakin said as he looked around, hoping to find some other droid parts. "The metal's pretty thin - Oh, WOW!" His gaze had fallen on what appeared to be the decapitated head's skeletal body, which lay in a tangled heap beside a pile of discharged fuel cells. Like the head, the body was without plating, but Anakin was delighted just the same. "The whole structural framework's there! You know what this means, don't you?"
Kitster thought hard. "Umm, no."
"It means I can build my own -
"Boy!" Watto's voice interrupted, calling from beyond the arched portal that separated the junkyard from his bell-shaped shop. "Boy! Where in this dump are you?!"
"Oh, no!" Anakin said, glancing at Kitster and then back to the archway. "Wait here!" Trying hard to maintain a relaxed expression, he trotted out of the junkyard.
"Ah! There you are!" Watto said when he sighted Anakin. Hovering outside the entrance of his shop, he spoke in Huttese, "For a moment, I suspected you'd run away from Watto."
"Oh, and give you the pleasure of seeing my transmitter detonate?"
"Pleasure?" Watto said, his trunklike nose turning slightly upward as if recoiling from Anakin's words. "You think I like cleaning up exploded slaves? Bweh heh heh!" When he was done laughing, he gestured with a three-fingered hand to some more scrap-filled containers that had just been delivered, and said, "Now get back to work! I want this scrap sorted by noon!"
After Anakin had hauled the containers into the junkyard, he returned to where he'd left Kitster with the droid parts.
"You're not telling Watto about the droid?" Kitster asked.
"I found him. He's mine," Anakin said as he began dragging the droid's body into an area shaded by large metal refuse, where Watto was unlikely to notice it. "Besides, Watto wouldn't be able to fix him. I'll smuggle him back home, piece by piece."
Handing the droid's head to Anakin, Kitster said, "But even if you get him to work, what'll you use him for?"
"Lots of things. Running errands. Lifting stuff... Hey, what's this?" He had found a line of small engraved lettering at the base of the droid's skull, and he held the head out so Kitster could see it too. "Says here he's a Cybot Galactica Protocol Droid."
"Protocol? What's that good for?"
"I don't know," Anakin admitted. "I'll have to ask my mom. Hey, maybe he'll even help me and my mom leave Tatooine!" Holding the droid's head in both hands, Anakin studied its mechanisms more closely. "The balance gyro's ancient. I'm guessing seventy or eighty years old. I'll bet he saw a lot of action. Makes you wonder . . . how did he wind up like this?"
Anakin gazed into the droid's burnt-out eyes as if he might find more clues to the droid's history there. But he saw only the droid' s frozen, startled expression. Don't worry, pal, Anakin thought. I'll take good care of you.
It took five days of stealthy maneuvers for Anakin to move the droid's remains from the junkyard to his hovel. Except for Kitster, he told no one about the droid. But he should have told at least one other person: his mother, who was not happy to enter the hovel and find her son's latest project laid out in hundreds of dirty pieces on the dining table.
Shmi had bought a small sack of dried vegetables at the market, and she placed them on the kitchen counter. Not wanting to look at the bizarre metal and wire skeleton that lay in a supine position on the table with its dead eyes staring at the ceiling, she averted her gaze from Anakin and the droid. "Let me guess," she said.
"Yeah, pretty lucky, huh? And... well, I don't know anyone else in Mos Espa who'd be able to fix him up right. If I hadn't saved him from the scrap heap, he might have wound up smelted!" When Shmi didn't respond, Anakin felt compelled to add, "He's a protocol droid, Mom. Do you know what that is?"
Shmi took a deep breath and turned around to face Anakin. "Protocol droids speak millions of languages. They're used as translators. By diplomats."
"Oh," Anakin said. He could tell by the tone of his mother's voice that she thought they would have no use for a protocol droid. Hoping to convince her otherwise, he continued, "Oh! That's... that's great! He'll be really useful at the market if we want to trade with a merchant who doesn't speak Basic. And... and just imagine how impressed visitors will be when he greets them at the door! I'm sure he'll be good at helping us in lots of other ways too."
Shmi returned her attention to the vegetables.
"He'll need new photoreceptors," Anakin said. "I think I can find some at Watto's shop."
"You're being careless, Ani," Shmi said with concern. "Watto will be enraged if he learns you've taken an entire droid."
"But I had to do it, Mom! The moment I saw all the parts were there, I just knew I had to put him back together." Anakin gently gripped the droid's right forearm and lifted it up from the table, testing the flexibility of the elbow joint. "Looking at him, all torn up and busted... it just made me so sad. If protocol droids are good with languages and translating, I'll bet he was really smart." Anakin looked at the droid's face again. "I'd also bet he didn't have a friend in the galaxy. Why else would he end up in a scrap heap on Tatooine?"
"Maybe it talked too much," Shmi said.
"Aw, Mom. You'll hurt his feelings."
"The droid is a machine, Ani. It doesn't have feelings."
"How do you know?" Anakin said, unable to keep the hurt from his voice. "Maybe his owners were mean to him and didn't care what happened to him. Maybe he tried to escape. Maybe... he was just like us."
Shmi felt Anakin's sorrow, and thought of the slave that had died while trying to escape five days earlier. She turned to her son, put her hands on his shoulders, and said, "Promise me, Ani. When you . . .find a new pair of photoreceptors for our new friend... you won't get caught."
"You mean, I can keep him?"
Shmi nodded as she surveyed the droid. "It's clear to me now. You were meant to help this droid. You're his second chance."
"Thanks, Mom!" Anakin said as he hugged his mother. "When I get him to talk, I'll tell him to thank you too!"
"No, Ani. After all, you 'II be his maker. Just remember, the droid is your responsibility. And unless you're prepared to care for something, you don't deserve to have it."
"I won't forget," Anakin said.
"And one more thing," Shmi added in a severe tone.
"Yes, Mom?"
"I want the droid off our dining table right now."
CHAPTER FOUR
The next race did no
t go well for Anakin. Flying a Podracer owned by Watto, he was neck-and-neck with Sebulba - when the cheating Dug flashed his Pod's thrusters at Anakin's cockpit, nearly smashing him into the area of the racecourse known as Metta Drop. Anakin survived, but he crashed Watto's Pod, damaging both engines. Watto was furious, and Shmi made it clear to Anakin that she didn't want him to race anymore, even if Watto decided he wanted Anakin to compete again.
A little more than a week after the crash, Anakin had his protocol droid1 s intelligence and communications processors up and running. Although the droid had no memory of how he arrived on Tatooine, he counted Jawa and Tusken among the six million languages he spoke. The droid uttered clipped sentences in a well-mannered voice, but for some reason didn't always know when to stop talking. He also worried a lot. Anakin named the droid C-3PO, choosing the number three because he considered the droid the third member of his family after his mother and himself. C-3PO was still without metal coverings and had only a single working eye, but when Watto instructed Anakin to take a speeder loaded with scrap metal and other goods to the Dune Sea to do some trading with the Jawas, Anakin decided to secretly bring the droid along for the four-standard-hours round-trip.
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