There were still two laps to go.
Anakin knew he was rapidly gaining on the leading racers. As his Pod shot out of Beggar’s Canyon, he caught sight of Mars Guo far up ahead, just behind Sebulba. Suddenly, one of Mars Guo’s engines exploded, and a moment later, his Pod was flying in all directions. Anakin plunged his own Pod dangerously close to the ground in a desperate effort to evade the fiery, airborne debris, but one large chunk of stray metal struck the steelton control cable that linked his Pod to his starboard engine. The control cable broke free, and Anakin’s Pod—now linked only to the port engine—began spinning out of control.
Straining against the belts in his cockpit, Anakin tightened his neck muscles and clenched his teeth to prevent his head from snapping back. Stay focused! He sensed he was still traveling forward, and knew that the only reason he hadn’t crashed so far was because the energy binder arc between the two engines had not yet failed.
As the surface of Tatooine blurred and spiraled around him, he punched at his cockpit controls until he stabilized the Pod, then reached for an emergency tool: his extendible magnetic retriever. He reached out with the tool, aiming its tip at the metal end of the starboard control cable that whipped and flailed alongside his cockpit. There was a satisfying clank as the magnetic retriever locked onto the cable’s end. Anakin felt his arm strain as he pulled back on the cable, then he thrust the tool directly into the starboard cable socket. An instant later, he’d regained control of his ship.
Anakin didn’t congratulate himself. His momentary loss of control had allowed the Xexto pilot Gasgano and a couple of other pilots to pass him, and Sebulba was still in the lead. Anakin did what he had to do: he kept going, only faster.
He swung around Gasgano, but as he attempted to pass the Veknoid pilot Teemto Pagalies, he felt a sudden bone-jarring jolt as Pagalies swerved to deliberately smack one of his long engines against Anakin’s Pod. Anakin sat tight in his cockpit and stayed in control to lead Pagalies out of the Laguna Caves to emerge at the base of the wide, high-walled stretch called Canyon Dune Turn.
KRAK!
Despite the roar of his engines, Anakin heard the shot from above. A millisecond later, bright sparks flashed in front of him as fired projectiles pinged off his Pod. Sand people! They’re shooting at me! He pushed his throttle levers, which sent him faster across the canyon. Anakin made it. Pagalies wasn’t so fortunate.
Anakin caught up with Sebulba in the Corkscrew, but the cruel Dug flashed his engines directly in front of the young human. Anakin’s Pod fell back, but he was still in second place as he followed Sebulba’s Pod sideways out through Devil’s Doorknob. Less than a minute later, Anakin followed Sebulba again through Mos Espa Arena.
Only one more lap!
Anakin kept on Sebulba’s tail through the course, and was almost directly behind him when they began swerving through the narrow confines of Beggar’s Canyon. Sebulba swung hard to the side, forcing Anakin off the course and onto the steep gradient of a service ramp. A moment later, Anakin’s engines were carrying his Pod up and out of the canyon, launching him skyward.
No! Anakin thought. If he didn’t win the race and the prize money, he wouldn’t be able to help the Jedi buy the starship parts he needed to leave Tatooine. And he wanted very much to help the Jedi and the girl who traveled with him.
I can’t lose!
When his Pod reached its maximum repulsorlift altitude, Anakin stayed calm as the vehicle arched back toward Tatooine’s surface. Far below, he could see Sebulba’s Pod still traveling through the canyon. Keeping his eyes on Sebulba’s position, Anakin steered into a steep dive. He felt the air tear against his cheeks as he plunged back into the canyon, then angled his Pod and accelerated to position himself in front of the enraged Dug.
The thrill of being in the lead didn’t last long. As Anakin and Sebulba headed through Jett’s Chute on their way to the Corkscrew, Anakin’s left engine overheated and began billowing smoke. The boy’s nimble fingers quickly adjusted the controls to correct the malfunction, but as the two Pods blasted out of Devil’s Doorknob and over the final stretch of Hutt Flats, Sebulba began ramming Anakin from the side in a last nasty effort to force him out of the race.
Anakin thought, He’s crazy!
The Dug slammed into Anakin again, but instead of knocking Anakin off course, the two Pods’ steering rods became tangled and locked onto each other. Anakin glanced at Sebulba and saw the Dug frowning. If they remained locked in this position all the way over the finish line, the race would be a tie, but Anakin knew that would never happen. Sebulba will either kill me or get us both killed before he’d allow a tie.
Anakin jostled his throttle levers back and forth. I have to break free.
There was a loud snap as Anakin’s Pod broke free from Sebulba’s, and then the Dug’s engines exploded. Sebulba shouted as his shattered Pod began crashing through the sand; Anakin swerved to avoid the debris, then accelerated for the finish line.
I did it! I won! I won! The crowd in the arena went wild.
After the race, a jubilant Anakin met with his mother, Padmé, Jar Jar, R2-D2, and C-3PO in the main hangar at the arena, where Watto had delivered the starship parts that Qui-Gon had requested. Anakin hadn’t expected a celebration of his victory, but any hope of spending more time with his new friends ended when Qui-Gon showed up a few minutes later, looked to his traveling companions and said, “Let’s go. We’ve got to get these parts back to the ship.”
Anakin bit his lower lip. He wished he could leave Tatooine too, but knew it was pointless to say so. As Padmé and the others prepared to leave, he looked up at Qui-Gon, who said, “I have a few things to do before I leave. Go back home with your mother, and I’ll meet you there in about an hour.”
After returning home with Shmi and C-3PO and getting cleaned up, Anakin could not resist going outside to meet with some enthusiastic youngsters who’d seen him in the Boonta. He enjoyed their attention, and did his best to recount in detail the numerous hazards he’d encountered during the race. Most of the kids were very impressed. They listened attentively until a young Rodian, speaking in Huttese, said, “Too bad you didn’t win fair and square.”
Anakin glared at the Rodian and said, “You’re calling me a cheater?”
“Yeah,” the Rodian said. “No other way a human could’ve won. I’m guessing you probably—”
Before the Rodian could say another word, Anakin had knocked him to the sandy street. The other kids began shouting as Anakin straddled the Rodian and began punching him. Only a few blows had been exchanged before a long shadow appeared over both boys. Distracted, Anakin glanced up to see Qui-Gon standing beside him. A moment later, the Rodian shoved Anakin off of him.
Gazing down at Anakin, Qui-Gon said flatly, “What’s this all about?”
“He said I cheated,” Anakin glowered.
Keeping his eyes fixed on Anakin, Qui-Gon raised his eyebrows slightly and said, “Did you?”
Anakin was mildly outraged by the question. After all, Qui-Gon knew he hadn’t cheated. Wondering why Qui-Gon didn’t defend him, Anakin snapped, “No!”
Unruffled, Qui-Gon looked to the Rodian and asked, “Do you still think he cheated?”
In Huttese, the Rodian answered, “Yes, I do.”
As Anakin pushed himself up from the ground, Qui-Gon said, “Well, Ani. You know the truth. You’ll just have to tolerate his opinion. Fighting won’t change it.”
Maybe not, Anakin thought as he walked off with Qui-Gon, leaving the Rodian and the other kids behind. Still, he wasn’t sure that tolerance was the best option. If you don’t defend your honor, no one will. He wondered if Jedi ever had to defend their honor, but was reluctant to ask Qui-Gon. Even though the Jedi hadn’t scolded him for fighting the Rodian, Qui-Gon had made it fairly obvious that he hadn’t approved.
As they walked the short distance back to Anakin’s home, Qui-Gon explained that repairs were already underway to Queen Amidala’s starship, and that he’d sold Anak
in’s Pod. Handing a small pouch filled with credits to Anakin, Qui-Gon said, “Hey. These are yours.”
Feeling the weight of the bag, Anakin exclaimed, “Yes!” Followed by Qui-Gon, he entered his home, where he found his mother sitting at her worktable. “Mom,” he cried, “we sold the Pod! Look at all the money we have!”
“My goodness!” Shmi said as Anakin revealed the contents of the pouch he carried. “But that’s so wonderful, Ani!”
Standing in the doorway, Qui-Gon added, “And he has been freed.”
Anakin turned away from his mother and looked up at Qui-Gon. Wondering if he’d heard right, Anakin said, “What?”
“You’re no longer a slave,” Qui-Gon said.
Still slightly stunned by this unexpected news, Anakin looked back to his mother and said, “Did you hear that?”
“Now you can make your dreams come true, Ani,” his mother said. “You are free.” Then she sighed and looked down at the dirt floor.
Anakin thought his mother looked sad, and couldn’t understand why she would be. Before he could ask, she turned her gaze to Qui-Gon and said, “Will you take him with you? Is he to become a Jedi?”
“Yes.” Qui-Gon said. “Our meeting was not a coincidence. Nothing happens by accident.”
Suspecting he really was dreaming, Anakin faced the Jedi and said, “You mean, I get to come with you in your starship?”
Kneeling down so he was almost eye-level with the boy, Qui-Gon said, “Anakin, training to become a Jedi is not an easy challenge, and even if you succeed, it’s a hard life.”
“But I wanna go!” Anakin said. “It’s what I’ve always dreamed of doing.” Turning away from Qui-Gon, he looked imploringly to his mother and said, “Can I go, Mom?”
Shmi smiled. “Anakin, this path has been placed before you. The choice is yours alone.”
Anakin hesitated only a moment, then said, “I wanna do it.”
“Then pack your things,” Qui-Gon said. “We haven’t much time.”
“Yippee!” Anakin shouted as he ran toward his bedroom, but then he stopped dead as an awful realization suddenly occurred to him. Letting his gaze travel from Qui-Gon to his mother and back to the Jedi again, he said, “What about Mom? Is she free, too?”
“I tried to free your mother, Ani,” Qui-Gon said, “but Watto wouldn’t have it.”
What? Anakin felt as if he’d been kicked. He walked slowly back to his mother and said, “You’re coming with us, aren’t you, Mom?”
Still seated beside her worktable, Shmi reached out and took Anakin’s hands in hers. “Son, my place is here,” she said. “My future is here. It is time for you to let go.”
Anakin frowned. “I don’t want things to change.”
“But you can’t stop the change,” Shmi said, “any more than you can stop the suns from setting.” Then she pulled her son close against her and hugged him tight. “Oh, I love you,” she said. Precious seconds passed, then she held Anakin out at arm’s length and said, “Now hurry.” She gave his back a slight push before he trotted off to his bedroom, but without so much enthusiasm.
C-3PO’s skeletal form had been deactivated and stood as silent and still as a statue as Anakin entered his room. Anakin flipped a switch on the droid’s neck, and a moment later C-3PO’s eyes winked on. “Oh!” the droid said, wobbling slightly as if he were surprised to find himself in a standing position. “Oh, my.” Then he saw the boy. “Oh! Hello, Master Anakin.”
As Anakin gathered up some of his belongings, he said, “Well, Threepio, I’ve been freed, and I’m going away in a starship.”
“Master Anakin, you are my maker, and I wish you well. However, I should prefer it if I were a little more…completed.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to finish you, Threepio, give you coverings and all,” Anakin said as he stuffed some things into a travel sack. “I’m gonna miss working on you. You’ve been a great pal.” Anakin slung the pack over his shoulder, then added, “I’ll make sure Mom doesn’t sell you or anything.”
C-3PO’s head recoiled slightly, and with genuine concern he said, “Sell me?”
“Bye,” Anakin said as he left the room.
“Oh, my!” the droid exclaimed from behind.
Qui-Gon and Shmi watched Anakin emerge from his room. Suddenly, Anakin remembered the explosive implant within his body. He looked up at Qui-Gon and said, “Are you sure I’m not going to blow up when we leave Tatooine.”
“I made sure that Watto deactivated the transmitter for your implant,” Qui-Gon said. “When we reach our destination, we’ll have the implant surgically removed.”
“Okay, then,” Anakin said. “I guess I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”
Until the moment that Anakin led his mother and Qui-Gon outside the hovel, it hadn’t occurred to him that he had no idea when he might return to Tatooine. What if I never come back? He suddenly felt like he was on remote, as if he were not in complete control of his own legs as they carried him into the harsh sunlight. It was hard to think clearly. Everything that had happened since the Jedi arrived on Tatooine seemed more like a dream than a reality.
He felt an awful ache in his chest as he said good-bye to his mother, but because he didn’t want to disappoint Qui-Gon, he tried not to make a big deal of the situation. He began to walk away with Qui-Gon, tried to concentrate on the path before him, but with each step, his legs felt increasingly heavy. He walked only a short distance when he stopped, then turned and ran back to his mother.
Shmi dropped to her knees and held Anakin tightly. Failing to fight back his tears, Anakin cried, “I can’t do it, Mom. I just can’t do it.”
“Ani,” Shmi said, holding him at arm’s length so she could see his pained face.
“Will I ever see you again?” he sobbed.
“What does your heart tell you?”
Anakin tried to listen to his heart, but all he sensed was its ache. “I hope so,” he said, then added, “Yes…I guess.”
“Then we will see each other again.”
Anakin swallowed hard. “I will come back and free you, Mom. I promise.”
Shmi smiled. “Now be brave, and don’t look back. Don’t look back.”
Anakin did as his mother instructed, lowering his gaze to the sand-packed street as he followed Qui-Gon away from the hovels. Each step was an effort to stay balanced, as if he could not completely trust his legs from stopping or turning him back toward his mother. He trudged forward, trying to keep up with Qui-Gon’s measured strides. He choked back a sob and felt his throat go dry. Thanks to the arid air, he did not have to wipe away his tears, for they evaporated faster than he could cry.
Making their way out of Mos Espa, Qui-Gon and Anakin stopped briefly at the market place so Anakin could say good-bye to his friend Jira, an old woman who sold fruits called pallies. Seated behind her small fruit stand, Jira’s weathered face brightened at Anakin’s approach. Anakin announced, “I’m free.” Before Jira could comment, he handed her some of his winnings and said, “Here. Buy yourself a cooling unit with this or else I’ll worry about you.”
Astonished, Jira gaped for a moment, then said, “Can I give you a hug?”
“Sure,” Anakin said as he leaned in close to Jira.
“Oh, I’ll miss you, Ani,” Jira said as she released him. “You’re the kindest boy in the galaxy.” Beaming, she wagged a finger at him and added, “You take care.”
“Okay,” Anakin said. “I will. Bye.” He trudged off with Qui-Gon.
Anakin and Qui-Gon were at the very outskirts of Mos Espa when Anakin had a strange feeling…Like we’re being followed. He doubted that the feeling was worth mentioning, but a moment later, Qui-Gon stopped fast and spun as he activated and swung his lightsaber at something behind them. Once again amazed by the Jedi’s speed, Anakin gasped as the lightsaber swept through a spherical black repulsorlift device that had been hovering in the air at their backs.
Neatly halved, the shattered contraption fell to the sand. Qui-Gon be
nt down to examine the parts as they sizzled and sparked.
Anakin said, “What is it?”
“A probe droid,” Qui-Gon said. “Very unusual. Not like anything I’ve seen before.”
Anakin had heard of probe droids before. They resembled security droids, which were engineered to watch over places, but their specialized sensors and programming were more for spying. He’d heard rumors that some probe droids were equipped with weapons, and that the Hutts used them as assassins.
Glancing around for any sign of the probe droid’s unknown owner, Qui-Gon rose quickly and said, “Come on.” He turned and began to run, leading Anakin away from Mos Espa and into the desert wastes.
Anakin did his best to keep up with the tall Jedi as they raced over the dunes. But by the time Anakin sighted Queen Amidala’s long, sleek starship just up ahead of them, he was trailing some distance behind the Jedi. Anakin had never seen a ship like it. Its surface was so highly reflective that it was literally blinding in the sunlight, and Anakin had to squint to look at it directly. As he fell farther behind Qui-Gon, he feared he’d never reach that beautiful ship.
“Qui-Gon, sir, wait!” Anakin yelled as he trudged forward across the shifting sand. “I’m tired!”
Qui-Gon spun and Anakin thought the Jedi was looking at him, but then heard the hum of an engine approaching from behind. Qui-Gon shouted, “Anakin! Drop!”
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