“No, please, let him stay. My business concerns him. I wish to buy him and his mother from you.” Reaching out she let her hand fall gently on Anakin’s shoulder. He’d stay, and his disobedience would be on her head, not his. Standing tall she reached for a pouch of wupiupi on her hip. For most people, it would have been unwise to carry so much, but Ahsoka long since stopped feeling fear of such mundane things as muggers. “Fair market value.”
Tossing the bag at the flying junker Ahsoka didn’t care that it was heavy, nor that it hit him in the chest. One rarely behaved politely in the outer rim if they wished to be taken seriously. “There’s enough there for two slaves, plus a tiny bit more for you to keep silent about this.”
Mind tricks wouldn’t work, but she would soon make it clear that his wishes were irrelevant to her. Focusing on Watto Ahsoka did her best to ignore Anakin, his feelings too uncontrolled to comfortably linger on.
eyes widen as anakin looks up at the pilot. first of all, she can clearly speak and understand huttese, and that’ll throw watto off his game. second, she wants to buy anakin and his mother. it’s not rare for watto to receive offers for anakin alone; he’s a pretty healthy slave, and he’s a good mechanic and pilot, even if he’s never really won or ‘finished’ a pod-race. he’s survived, and as a human sentient, especially one so young? that’s exemplary and recommending enough. shmi skywalker, however, is past breeding age, and she’s not so special to the slavers who ask after anakin. they’re bantha poo, of course, ‘cause mom is the most beautiful and special woman in the world! “ this one’s valuable. i won’t sell the boy. ” watto’s greedy eyes do roam over the money, however. “ i’ll give you the woman, and i will send the boy to work on your ship for your leaving. all that for this wupiupi is good deal! ” anakin’s throat seizes, and it’s hard to breathe. he pulls his hand from the pilot’s, moving towards watto. mom always tells him that they’ll probably be separated one day, like all slave mothers tell their children. but ——— no! no, he can’t lose mom! “ don’t sell mom, watto! you can’t! i’ll do anything you want if you don’t ——— ” he’s cut off by the backhanded blow from the toydarian’s strong limb and the slew of harsh toydarian, scolding and berating anakin for his impertinence, telling his master what to do and offering what watto already owns from him. anakin looks down at the floor, hands by his sides, accepting the scolding quietly. his cheek stings and aches already, but he doesn’t move to touch it.
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