Chapter 11: A Good Mother

“Stop! Please! Don’t hurt my Mom!” The little boy rushed into the room and I could feel the Force whining and writhing in his presence!

“Ani! It’s okaaaaay-aanh~!” Shmi’s eyes rolled back as the side of her head opened up for me. Whether it was hair, skin, muscle, fat, bone, everything was easily malleable.

“MOM~!” Anakin screamed as the whole building shook violently!

“Calm down, Kid.” I plucked the tiny rectangular object off the side of her brain very carefully and then put the woman’s head back together again.

“Get away from her!” The brat shouted, but he didn’t rush over and attack me. The house also stopped shaking.

“Ani? What?” Shmi looked confused for a moment, but then she saw the tiny bomb in my palm and rubbed the side of her head where I performed the ‘surgery’.

“That’s one down.” I flicked the bomb past the boy’s head, causing his hair to flutter around. The moment it hit the ground outside, there was a *Pop!* and a bit of dust puffed up. That was about it. It would be dumb to put an extremely powerful explosive in a slave to threaten them, because then they could also threaten you.

“Is it really gone?” She seemed stunned, “I don’t understand. Why would you do that? Master.”

“Mom?” Anakin also seemed stunned after he heard her say that word, “What happened? Who’s this guy?”

“He’s your-”

“Father.” I cut her off and shocked both of them, “Ani, I am your father.”

“Are you sure about that?” The brat pouted as he walked over to my side and looked up at my face fearlessly, “Mom said I don’t have a father.”

“Well, you do now.” I smirked and wrapped my arm around his mother’s waist, pulling her up against my purple chest, “Would you rather call me Dad or Master?”

“Anakin, this is Amon Kal, your father.” Shmi glared at her silly son and blinked a few times in a way that she thought I couldn’t see, “He was a Guest of our old Master Gardulla the Hutt.”

“Okay, you don’t have to create a whole smutty backstory.” I rolled my eyes and let go of the horny woman, “I’m your Master now. But more like the Jedi kind.”

“You’re a Jedi?!” The little boy’s blue eyes lit up immediately, “Does that mean you’re gonna train us to be Jedi too?!”

“Are you really a Jedi, Master?” Shmi was a bit more skeptical than her son apparently.

“No.” I snickered and patted the kid on the head, “But I know some tricks that they’d probably find… Unnatural.”

I wanted to split his head open and take the bomb out of his skull, but there was something blocking me. There’s always a sense of resistance when it comes to taking apart living creatures. The Force doesn’t really like that. But Shmi was a little Force Sensitive, making it harder. When it came to Anakin, I couldn’t really do anything at all. The Force loved him way too much. It actively prevented me from ‘hurting’ him, even if what I was trying to do was actually helping the kid.

“Unnatural how? Like what you did to take the bomb out of Mom’s head?” He didn’t seem afraid at all. Instead, he was super excited, “Can you do that for me next?! Do you know where the bomb is? If I knew, I would’ve taken it out on my own a long time ago!”

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“A long time ago? You’re like six.” I couldn’t help laughing again, “And yeah, I can see it. On the back of your brain. But I might have to do this the old fashioned way, since the Force isn’t cooperating.”

“What’s the old fashioned way?” The boy asked as Izsha floated over behind his back, snapping her claws a few times, “Wait, wait! If you know where it is, we can just get a medical Droid to-unnnm…” He fell asleep once the venom was injected into his bloodstream. Then it was a simple and easy matter for Izsha to use her mandibles to open up the back of his skull, remove the bomb with one of her many tentacle tongues and use some Zerg Creep to glue everything back together again.

“You should put him to bed. He won’t wake up for a while and it’s not like you guys need to worry about going back to Watto’s place tomorrow. You both need some rest.” I stood up and stretched my body out a bit.

Shmi picked her son up into her arms and carried him into his room. Once she laid the boy down on his bed, she came back over to the dining area and asked, “Master, were you speaking truthfully when you said we would be your Apprentices?”

“I’m not a fan of lying, so yeah. You’re kinda Force Sensitive and your son is… Well, he’s ridiculously Force Sensitive.” I lifted the green suitcase up off the ground and placed it on the table next to where Midnight was somehow sleeping. I placed my palm on the side and a book was pushed up out of the surface.

“I know you’re both more mechanically gifted, but this is a Beginner’s Guide to Langhesi Bioengineering.” I handed the book over to Shmi. It’s not something I wrote, but I did put a lot of annotations inside.

“So strange.” She opened it and read the words on the first page, “It’s not a Holonovel? How quaint.”

“Nope, just a good old fashioned hardcover book.” I tapped on the box and a whole compartment opened up. There were a bunch of shirts, tunics, pants, socks, boxers and even a couple pairs of shoes inside. I took everything out and placed it on the table, “I don’t really need any of this shit anymore. You can keep them or sell them, I don’t really care.”

Coincidentally, I’m about the same height and general size that Anakin would be when he grows up, but I highly doubt he’ll be needing my hand-me-downs in ten years. I still haven’t decided whether to mold him into my ‘King or Queen of Blades’ yet, but he’s definitely a strong contender.

“You came to this world for Anakin, didn’t you?” Shmi looked up at me and asked, “Will the Jedi come for him as well?”

“Yes, and probably.” I took the much lighter suitcase off the table and put it back on the floor. Then I sat down on the chair again and started petting the sleeping kitty. The cute human woman sat down across from me and placed the open book in front of her on the table.

“I wouldn’t think a Jedi would ever come to a place like Tatooine.” She smiled wryly and looked down at the words on the words on the title page, “But I suppose a Langhesi Forger is even rarer.”

“I’m not so sure about that.” I scratched my neck and chin carefully, trying not to rip my soft flesh off. “Tatooine is actually a fairly important place for the Jedi and the Sith. An extraordinarily large number of them have died on this damn dustball. I’d imagine that there would be loads of archeological finds out in the desert. As for Langhesi, I’m not sure about Forgers, but I’m sure there are plenty of slaves that pass through Tatooine.”

“I see…” Shmi turned the page and then again, before reaching the actual beginning of the textbook. But she was enthralled by it. I smiled and waited for her to return to reality. She actually had a bit of blush on her cheeks as she glanced up at me, “Sorry Master.”

“It’s understandable. I was the same way back when I got started…” I tried to think back to how young I actually was, “Maybe seventeen years ago? It took me a year to learn how to read Langhesi.”

Obviously I didn’t give her a book written in Langhesi. Though I’m sure she probably could’ve understood it to a certain extent. A lot of languages are very similar to each other.

“How old are you, Master Amon?” She looked at my face for a few seconds, “If you were a human, I would guess you were only a teenager.”

“You’d be right.” I shrugged, “I’m eighteen. As soon as I turned eighteen, I got banished from my homeworld. Technically I’m half Ferroan, I just look more Langhesi because of the red skin, golden eyes and black hair. Then again, I’m a Forger. If my parents weren’t already so beautiful and handsome, I probably would’ve just altered my facial features to be more attractive. It’s stupidly easy.”

“If you took your skills to the Core Worlds, you could become extremely wealthy.” Shmi touched her cheek and chuckled, “Around here, you’re more likely to be targeted by Crime Lords.”

“What makes you think that the Core Worlds would be safer than out here?” I shook my head and watched Izsha finally closing the front door, “A place like Coruscant, the heart of the Galactic Republic, is the biggest fucking cesspool in the whole Galaxy. Even worse than Nar Shaddaa.”

“I have trouble believing that.” She frowned and looked into my eyes again, “What about the Jedi?”

“What about them?” I shook my head, “If the Jedi went down into the lower levels of Coruscant, they’d be in just as much danger as everyone else down there. There are three trillion people on that planet. There are only like twenty or thirty thousand Jedi in the whole damn Galaxy.”

Coruscant was actually one of my ideas for a starting point. If I went down to the depths of that hellhole… Well, maybe I’m just not ready for that yet. I’m not the Queen of Blades. Or Darth Vader for that matter. I can’t just kill billions or trillions of people without batting an eye.

“Anakin idolizes them. The Jedi.” Shmi sighed and looked back towards the closed door to his room, then back towards me again, “He’s still a child. Dreaming about becoming a Jedi Master and roaming the Galaxy, saving people… Freeing slaves.”

“He’s a good kid.” I looked into her dark-brown eyes and she looked away, “There are a lot of good kids in the Jedi Order too. Unfortunately, the Light always attracts the Darkness.”

“Are you the Darkness?” She turned to look me in the eyes again, “Master.”

“My people believe that the Force is only Light, and that the Dark Side is a perversion… Something created by the evils of Sentient races.” I leaned forward and pushed Midnight to the side. My palm pressed against the table and purple Creep spread across it rapidly! “But the thing about corruption is that it always goes both ways.” I reached out and took her hand, “People use the Force for their concept of good, it learns from that and tries to amplify those qualities in people. People use it for their idea of evil, it does the same. The Force has done this over and over again for billions of years. A seesaw of Light and Dark.”

Shmi watched as her hand was rapidly covered in purple slime, but she didn’t freak out. Just gazed back into my eyes calmly, “I would do anything to protect my son. Terrible things.”

“You will.” I held her hand tighter and reached across the table with my other hand, carefully pushing her messy brown hair behind her left ear, “Because you’re a good mother.”