Anakin Skywalker was never discovered by the Jedi and instead, travels the galaxy alongside his mother and new friends to a world and journey beyond the stars. Anakin/Stelle
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There was a young girl named Shmi. This girl who was separated from her family, made into a slave by pirates, she worked long and hard by her masters, who did not rest easy with a few of them were harsh. But the young girl prayed and hope, and still was kind and generous despite the cruelty and harshness of the world offering her no such kindness to her life in return, and yearned to be resolute in her ambition to return that kindness even if she received none in return. Naive and foolish, but she had already seen enough hate and despair that hope was what her and many others within Tatooine needed.
The young girl named Shmi grew from a child to a young woman, to new masters who were unable to properly pay for her; slaves on the desert sandy world of Tatooine weren't cheap after all, and were considered property. Being clothed and fed was another different matter, costing more and more as Tatooine was known for poverty, controlled by the Hutt clan, levying such credits, especially those of her gender.
Depending on how it would be viewed, Shmi also had an aptitude and gift for machinery and technology even at a young age, and such skills were valued and thus giving them a higher price of credits or otherwise. She was considered lucky out of the batch, but according to the many within Gardulla the Hutt among hushed whispers, this wasn't even a good thing either. It just meant she was more valued out of the batch for their masters to decide how to put their talents to use, or even tasks that required that field or level of profession that even some mechanics were simply unable to perform, and dangerous ones. Such tools she could create to help make her workload easier would also prove to negatively affect her as she was forced to fix machinery on the verge of exploding as some were heavily damaged or had other factors attached.
Shmi was still kind despite all that came her way. The pain of lashes and serving drinks, performing tasks as cleaning or even working on the fields and crops until her knuckles bled or threatened, she was still resolute. She was hardened and hesitant to trust as a result of what she had endured through, and it was to her as to anyone else within Tatooine, but the woman known as Shmi Skywalker never lost her desire to remain hopeful and adamant. It was her one weapon against what fate had delivered to her, and it served her well against the worst of what she had seen. The thought of escaping never crossed her mind, as the planet was home to mercenaries, pirates, and the feared Tusken Raiders, a group of savages that attacked indiscriminately, with farmers forced to take the brunt and worst of the casualties. No one would be there to help her, and she feared as the few friends, felllow slaves alike, would also be tortured or even killed for her actions should they assist or join her. A slave implant chip was implanted in her neck, a small device that would be connected in her jugular vein. Should a master click the button, her entire head would be blown to bits. She toyed with snatching the device and tinkering and deactivating her chip but feared the consequences otherwise, so she remained complacant and compliant.
It was perhaps that when she looked up at the skies that she felt an unknown presence after another long hard day of work and toil on the fields or elsewhere; she could not physically feel it, but it was as if the entire galaxy and stars above where it contained billions upon billions of sentient life upon sentient life, and where they lived their own lives, she was given a sign within the universe, unknown, but it was something powerful and of great design, that she would be given a child to care for her own. It was not deceitful nor it was something to fool her into a false allusion of hope, even by all accounts for the life she led. It was a promise of something that would change her life and her child. Whether good or bad, she did not know. But it would be drastic.
For a time, he would be her own, her own to raise and care for, and she was certain she and him would escape the harsh labors of their status one day, one day, they would work for their freedom, and once they were free, able to explore the galaxies with his new friends and for the child, a boy, she knew, would find a significant other, one who was born of seemingly greater purpose and life with no mother or father of her own, and care for just as deeply, sharing jokes and laughter, eventually turning into something far more than a simple friendship.
There were also dangers, she knew. After all, the Unknown Regions were called Unknown Regions for a reason, unexplored even by the most stalwart of travelers in their own deep rooted fears of the unknown. Yet despite it, her child would stand together with his friends and allies, and her as well, and he would not be alone, never would be even if she would pass and he would mourn her. Tatooine would be free eventually of its slaves one day. They would be there to help him along the way. A journey untold among the stars in a ship shaped like a train, following them in a blazing trail. Even if that journey was harsh and cruel and contained loss as well, it would also contain joy, laughter, and comaradery and friendship where he would not be confined to ideals forced upon him by organizations, but by his own beliefs and his own heart on what was right. Trailblazers the word formed upon her lips in a silent whisper, and the unknown presence seemingly agreed with the given name. It fit aptly like a puzzle piece, creating a complete image.
Shmi raised her hands to the skies, accepting this child, her child, a gift of the Force, from the galaxy above. "Yes."
The young girl named Shmi grew from a child to a young woman, to new masters who were unable to properly pay for her; slaves on the desert sandy world of Tatooine weren't cheap after all, and were considered property. Being clothed and fed was another different matter, costing more and more as Tatooine was known for poverty, controlled by the Hutt clan, levying such credits, especially those of her gender.
Depending on how it would be viewed, Shmi also had an aptitude and gift for machinery and technology even at a young age, and such skills were valued and thus giving them a higher price of credits or otherwise. She was considered lucky out of the batch, but according to the many within Gardulla the Hutt among hushed whispers, this wasn't even a good thing either. It just meant she was more valued out of the batch for their masters to decide how to put their talents to use, or even tasks that required that field or level of profession that even some mechanics were simply unable to perform, and dangerous ones. Such tools she could create to help make her workload easier would also prove to negatively affect her as she was forced to fix machinery on the verge of exploding as some were heavily damaged or had other factors attached.
Shmi was still kind despite all that came her way. The pain of lashes and serving drinks, performing tasks as cleaning or even working on the fields and crops until her knuckles bled or threatened, she was still resolute. She was hardened and hesitant to trust as a result of what she had endured through, and it was to her as to anyone else within Tatooine, but the woman known as Shmi Skywalker never lost her desire to remain hopeful and adamant. It was her one weapon against what fate had delivered to her, and it served her well against the worst of what she had seen. The thought of escaping never crossed her mind, as the planet was home to mercenaries, pirates, and the feared Tusken Raiders, a group of savages that attacked indiscriminately, with farmers forced to take the brunt and worst of the casualties. No one would be there to help her, and she feared as the few friends, felllow slaves alike, would also be tortured or even killed for her actions should they assist or join her. A slave implant chip was implanted in her neck, a small device that would be connected in her jugular vein. Should a master click the button, her entire head would be blown to bits. She toyed with snatching the device and tinkering and deactivating her chip but feared the consequences otherwise, so she remained complacant and compliant.
It was perhaps that when she looked up at the skies that she felt an unknown presence after another long hard day of work and toil on the fields or elsewhere; she could not physically feel it, but it was as if the entire galaxy and stars above where it contained billions upon billions of sentient life upon sentient life, and where they lived their own lives, she was given a sign within the universe, unknown, but it was something powerful and of great design, that she would be given a child to care for her own. It was not deceitful nor it was something to fool her into a false allusion of hope, even by all accounts for the life she led. It was a promise of something that would change her life and her child. Whether good or bad, she did not know. But it would be drastic.
For a time, he would be her own, her own to raise and care for, and she was certain she and him would escape the harsh labors of their status one day, one day, they would work for their freedom, and once they were free, able to explore the galaxies with his new friends and for the child, a boy, she knew, would find a significant other, one who was born of seemingly greater purpose and life with no mother or father of her own, and care for just as deeply, sharing jokes and laughter, eventually turning into something far more than a simple friendship.
There were also dangers, she knew. After all, the Unknown Regions were called Unknown Regions for a reason, unexplored even by the most stalwart of travelers in their own deep rooted fears of the unknown. Yet despite it, her child would stand together with his friends and allies, and her as well, and he would not be alone, never would be even if she would pass and he would mourn her. Tatooine would be free eventually of its slaves one day. They would be there to help him along the way. A journey untold among the stars in a ship shaped like a train, following them in a blazing trail. Even if that journey was harsh and cruel and contained loss as well, it would also contain joy, laughter, and comaradery and friendship where he would not be confined to ideals forced upon him by organizations, but by his own beliefs and his own heart on what was right. Trailblazers the word formed upon her lips in a silent whisper, and the unknown presence seemingly agreed with the given name. It fit aptly like a puzzle piece, creating a complete image.
Shmi raised her hands to the skies, accepting this child, her child, a gift of the Force, from the galaxy above. "Yes."