An alternative fate

An alternative fate


It was the morning Anakin and the others were due to leave with their five new passengers as well. Anakin had told Dorme and Sabe to sort out suitable attire, and to restyle his mothers hair, and lend her a hooded cloak, as she was going to need it.

Anakin also having remembered the tussle with the Tusken’s on the out skirts when they had first arrived, handed over a spare blaster to his mother. She had eyed the weapon curiously, having never held something so deadly and lethal looking, but so light to handle. Anakin informed his mother it was just a precaution in case they were attacked by Tusken’s.

He also told her to aim any where on the body of her target, as the finest detail wasn’t required as long as it hit its target. Anakin had shown her how to fire the weapon correctly. He had shot a round at Obi-wan who had volunteered, saying he was up for some light lightsabre practice. He dodged each and every shot in the opposite direction as he deflected them off his sabre.

Anakin had empted his old room, and actually managed to not leave anything behind as he had previously when he had been a boy, and had been told by Qui-Gon to take only what he could carry and what was necessary. Shmi had taken all her possession as well, which was not a lot at all.

Anakin had been stunned at the transformation his mother had gone though. Gone was the plain looking grey dress she wore as a slave, in its place was attire similar to that Dorme and Sabe tended to ware, and on top was a long and hooded midnight black cloak.

Her hair had been taken out of its usual basic twist at the back of her head. Dorme had braided her hair and left the braid to flow down her back. While Sabe had applied a layer of make up, something Shmi had never had the pleasure of wearing until that moment.

Slaves naturally had no place wearing making up and looking beautiful, as she did at that moment. In short she could quite easily pass for one of Leia’s hand maidens, as she coincidentally happened to share the same dark hair that Padme had had.

She picked up her newly required blaster and secured it to the small holster, that would allow quick access to the weapon if need be. With the dark clothes and cloak, paired with the hair style, make up and blaster, Shmi Skywalker was a far cry from the slave she no longer would be as soon as she left Tatooine.

Anakin thought his mother had never looked more beautiful and healthy as she did at that moment. The blaster and her new attire definitely gave his mother a less then vulnerable appearance, compared to how she normally appeared.

Even Obi-wan had been stunned, hardly believing this beautiful middle aged woman was the same woman he had met almost seven months ago, a woman who for the first time was dressed all in black, wearing makeup and armed with an loaded weapon.

Anakin had informed the women that they were to walk to the ship that Kris and Remi were to escort them, in case Tusken’s decided to attack. Both in question nodded.

All their possession had been loaded the night before. All that was left to do was for the women and the children to board the ship, while he and Obi-wan took care of a little unfinished business.

Anakin had informed Obi-wan that he would not kill Wotto, if the flea bitten scum kept his mouth shut and his racist comments about the human race to him self, other wise Wotto wouldn’t live to see the suns set, or the next raise of said suns.

So that afternoon after everyone had left that morning and were most likely by now boarded on the ship, along with Threepio, Artoo and Arfour.

Anakin and Obi-wan made their way to Wotto’s shop for the last time. They had to inform Wotto that the spare hut next door to the one he and his mother used to occupy was now empty once again.

Obi-wan waited by the main entrance at Anakin’s request, while Anakin stepped inside, and dealt with his former master for the last time.

Wotto scowled when he saw who had entered his shop. He asked ruddily “so are you lot leaving yet, I would like my slave back without any distractions to prevent her from doing the only thing she and the rest of you pathetic life forms are good for?”

Anakin’s jaw clenched as he replied “Yes Wotto I am indeed leaving, I just came to inform you that the hut my family has been occupying for the past seven months is now empty once again.” He turned on his heel and discreetly reached for his sabre when Wotto began to speak to his back.

“Yeah and stay away you foul Human trash.” That was the last straw, Anakin had compromised and decided to spare Wotto his life if and only if he could keep his racist human life form comments to him self. Apparently he couldn’t, that fucking pathetic tosser Anakin mentally and silently fumed.

So the last thing Wotto had seen before his head was sliced clean off of his shoulders was the murderous and venomous hatred and disgust of his former slave, as he swung his sabre in a wide and deadly arch as quick as a flash, he saw the colour blue and heard the deadly hum of Anakin’s sabre and the murderous growl that emitted from the Jedi master, before his head was sliced clean off of his shoulders.

Obi-wan had heard the tell tale humming of a lightsabre being activated, and the loud whooshing sound accompanied by the humming, combined with an almost inhuman growl before he heard the head hit the floor and roll off about half a meter from its body.

Obviously Wotto had been incapable of keeping his racist comments to him self around his husband. Obi-wan, was certain that that inhuman and terrifying sounding growl had been emitted from his husband and mate, no doubt, and that in its self was absolutely terrifying.

It seemed decapitation was coming some what a specialty of his husbands, first Dooku and now Wotto. He knew Anakin would never decapitate or do such a thing to an innocent, it just wasn’t in him.

Obi-wan walked into the shop and stopped beside his husband, who was looking down at the head of his former master as a child. The head was oozing out a foul smelling slime that was beginning to pool around the decapitated head. The expression forever remaining on the face was that of horror.

Anakin stood there emotionless, there was no hatred, no revulsion, no regret, there just was no expression on his face, plain and simple.

Anakin suddenly snapped out of his stupor, startling Obi-wan, Anakin turned to face his husband and commented dryly “its rather quite fitting don’t you think? That Wotto’s last words right before I decapitated the son of a bitch were, “yeah and stay away you foul human trash.”

Obi-wan merely raised an eye brow and shook his head, before he led Anakin with a comforting hand on his lower back, for the last time ever out of the shop he had slaved in as a small boy, to never return. It was a chapter of Anakin’s life that had finally been closed and put to rest.

Two hours later Anakin and Obi-wan boarded the ship. Everyone noticed Anakin was looking particularly murderous. Kris asked already dreading the answer “ok you looked major pissed Ani, what happened this time, or do I even want to know?”

Obi-wan sighed and rubbed a hand across his face before he replied deadpan “lets just say Wotto is no more, lets just say Wotto will never see the two suns rise or set ever again, lets just finally say Wotto has officially been made a member of the dead and headless society, a fellow member and honouree treasurer being count Dooku."

Everyone’s eyes bugged and their jaws dropped. Thank god the children were at the back of the ship with Shmi and Threepio, Artoo and Arfour. They, Shmi especially did not need to know what had happened.

Kris asked “ah Ani I thought you said you were going to leave and spare Wotto his life? What made you do other wise?” Anakin commented “do you remember the one condition I set in regards to him keeping his life?”

Kris nodded “yeah I do. You said you were willing to compromise as long as Wotto kept his mouth shut and kept his human life form and racist cracks to him self in your presents.” He added “I take it he never managed to keep his foul and abusive trap shut did he?”

Anakin snorted in distaste and replied “not bloody likely Kris, this was Wotto after all. His last words before I decapitated him were “Yeah and stay away you foul Human trash.”

He continued “yeah and that was after I politely and in a civilised fashion, informed him I was finally leaving, and that the hut my family had been occupying for the last seven months was once again empty. But no he just couldn’t stretch that far, to return the same polite courtesy.”

They all turned when they heard the one person they were hopping wouldn’t be with in hearing distance ask “and do you regret it at all Ani?”

Anakin eyed his mother in horror before he answered truthfully “regardless of weather I should or actually shouldn’t feel any guilt over taking Wotto’s life, my honest answer mother is no, I don’t feel the slightest iota of guilt. I’m sorry if that disturbs you mother.”

Shmi nodded “good.” Anakin and everyone else exclaimed instantaneously “WHAT!” Shmi sighed “good. And so he shouldn’t feel any guilt. The only thing that bothers me is that he had the guts to do what I’ve wanted to do ever since Ani was freed. Wotto was a repulsive creature and an unfortunate waste of valuable air.”

She continued bitterly “after Ani left he would relish every opportunity that was given to him, he would taunt me of how I was alone. He would work me to the point of exhaustion most days. He would hand out insults regarding the human race, as if they were compliments.

I would feel my rage build to the point of sheer blindness, each and every time he would ridicule you during your pregnancy. I’m just extremely annoyed and put out that you deprived me the view of watching that filth meet his well deserving end.”

She concluded “Wotto was a bully, and one of the lowest life forms to ever grace the entire galaxy. He would always choose humans as slaves, as they were more intelligent then he; they had the more physical advantage over him. Meaning it enabled him and drove him along in his hatred of humans and made it easier and entertaining to enslave us.

You arriving, that was the last straw. As a boy you to him, you were easy pray, you were small, and anything but intimidating or a threat to him. When you returned as you are now, he couldn’t stand that, you finally not only had an advantage over him physically and mentally, you had the ability to make him feel intimidated.

Instead of looking down on you as if you were of no importance to him, he found that he was now the one on the receiving end of having to look upon another, and he now being the one who was being looked down upon as if he were the one of no importance. And that enraged and intimidated Wotto.”

Anakin was eyeing his mother in stunned silence, he had honestly had no idea his mother had been bottling that up for so long, even when he had been a boy, and been a slave on the receiving end.

He eyed his mother apologetically and replied jokingly “well honestly mom, you should have said, if you wanted to observe me killing that worthless crap. I would have invited you to watch, but I was under the impression you wouldn’t have appreciated the view.”

Shmi merely raised an eyebrow and retorted “hmm, word of advice my Ani, after years of putting up with his abuse, tends to leave me with a lingering disrespect, and an overwhelming urge to slaughter that waste of decent clean air.

Don’t always presume there are not any other less then innocent aspects to a person personality, just because you have not seen that particular side for yourself doesn’t necessarily mean it isn’t there and doesn’t exist.”

After that rather enlightening piece of information about his mother Anakin told the others to occupy themselves, as he and Obi-wan were going to head into the control room and start their journey home, and to the others new home.

An: One more chapter left then it’s onto the sequel.