Everyone knows the story of the Jedi Anakin Skywalker and the Senator Padme Amidala. But what if their roles were switched. Anakin Starkiller the King of Naboo and Padme Naberrie a slave girl destine to become a great Jedi. Will they still fall in l...
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Qui-Gon Jinn strolled down through the main hangar, Jar Jar walking on his right side, Watto buzzing beside him on his left. The hangar was already busy with activity as many pilots were setting up their pods and making last minute checks and refinements. There was a constant noise of hammering and the sound of engines. Watto, with blatant disregard for all others in the hangar, kept his conversation going with Qui-Gon.
"Remember, outlander, that we have a deal. I don't want you running and not sticking with your end of the bargain when you lose today," the buzzing blue alien said while having to raise his voice little. "I want you to deliver the ship the moment the race finishes."
"You'll receive your winnings later, my blue Toydarian friend, and we'll be far away from here. I promise you." Qui-Gon said, goading the Toydarian.
"Not if that Nubian belongs to me. I am warning you, no funny business unless you want the Hutt's after you, outlander," the creature replied harshly.
"You don't think Padme' will win?" Qui-Gon asked, baiting Watto onto the hook he had set for him and hoping he'd play right into his hands.
Watto stopped right in front of a pod whose engines resembled a split-X shape and were painted a deep bright orange. "Don't get me wrong, outlander, Padme' is a great racer and definitely a credit to you species. But I'm guessing Sebulba there is going to win. I'd bet my life on it, outlander."
"Why?" Qui-Gon asked, studying the Toydarian carefully.
"Because Sebulba always wins. He's defending Boonta champion. I'm betting heavily on Sebulba," Watto answered back with a disgusting noise bubbling in it's noise.
"I'll take that bet." Qui-Gon said immediately, his eyes never wavering from Watto.
"What? What do you mean?"
"I mean I'll wager my new racing pod against it. Say the girl and her mother."
"No. No way. The girl is valuable to me. A pod for slaves. No pod is worth two slaves. A pod may not even the worth one slave. Definitely not two maybe one but not the girl. The mother but not the girl," Watto bit out quickly.
"Padme' can't be worth much. I don't see how," Qui-Gon went on.
"No!"
"Surely for the fastest pod ever built, I assure you."
"Ehh, maybe."
"I bet you both or no bet at all," Quickly finished firmly.
"I said that no pod was with two slaves. Bot even the fastest pod ever built," Watto replied in annoyance at the outlander's persistence.
"The girl then. I bet the girl," Qui-Gon finished firmly but enticingly, hoping the alien would take the bait.
"Perhaps we'll let fate decide this, eh outlander?" Watto reached in to his side one of his filthy pockets and pulled out a cube painted red and blue. "Blue for the girl, red for the mother," he said confidently.
