He could have lying. Vader DOES like to brag.
So, when my head finally stop spinning, I got back in the fighter and began pulled out the memory system of Nav computer. I was going to need that later.
I had company.
“This thing is awesome!” Anakin kept saying.
“Yes, yes, it’s a wonderful piece of junk,” I muttered, under the console.
“Where did you get it?”
“From someone I’m going kill later,” I mumbled.
Anakin leaned over, hanging upside from the seat. He looked at what I was doing. “What did you say? And you know, you are about it damage that thing.”
I looked up, knocking my head again. “Frack!”
He laughed as I pulled myself out from under the console, rubbing my head. “How many more lumps you want?”
“I was going for four, but I don’t think I can take it.”
“Move over. I’ll get your thing-a-ma-jigger,” he told me and dived under the console like a Whomp rat. Five minutes later, he popped out and handed it to me. “Here you go.”
“Thanks,” I said. “For everything.”
“Sure. What kinda guy would I be if I left a damsel in distress?”
I smiled. Now I know I’m still knocked out and dreaming. That was so Anakin.
“You never told me your name,” he said.
Anakin titles his head. “You don’t look like a Kriss.”
“It’s short for Kristilen.”
He looked up. “There is a sand storming coming. We aren’t far from my home, you better come with me.”
“And we get there how?”
He pointed. “Speeder. It’s Watto’s but he lets me use it. I was supposed to be back by now, he going to be mad, but he’s always mad.”
Watto, now there’s a name I haven’t heard in a long time. Anakin was slave in this time. Then it hit me. Shmi. I could actually meet Anakin’s mother.
I have to tread carefully here. I could really change events that I don’t want changed but I really liked the idea of meeting her.
“Ok, let’s go.”