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droids； the potential danger was staggering。 Was that why Sifo…Dyas had missioned the clone army？ Had the Master sensed this growing danger； perhaps？ But if that was true； then what was the tie between Jango Fett and this group on Geonosis？ Was it mere coincidence that the man chosen as source for the clone army to defend the Republic had been hired by the Trade Federation to kill Senator Amidala？ It seemed too much a coincidence to Obi…Wan； but he had little else to go on。 He wanted to hang around and listen in some more； but he knew then that he had to get out of there； had to return to his ship and R4； and get a warning out across the galaxy to the Jedi Council。
Over the last hours； Obi…Wan had seen nothing but armies； clone and droid； and he knew that it would all be ing together very quickly in an explosion beyond anything the galaxy had seen in many； many centuries。
Chapter Twenty
She wasn't seeing much with her eyes。 Caked with blood and swollen from the beatings； they would hardly open。 She wasn't hearing much with her ears； for the sounds around her were harsh and threatening； relentlessly so。 And she wasn't feeling with her body； for there was nothing there but pain。
No； Shmi had fallen inside herself； reliving those moments long ago； when she and Anakin had lived their lives as Watto's slaves。 It was not an easy life； but she had her Annie with her； and given that； Shmi could remember those times fondly。 Only now； with the prospects for ever seeing her son again so distant； did she truly appreciate how much she had missed the boy over the last ten years。 All those times staring up at the night sky； she had thought of him； had imagined him soaring across the galaxy； rescuing the downtrodden； saving planets from ravaging monsters and evil tyrants。
But she had always expected to see her Annie again； had always expected him to walk onto the moisture farm one day； that impish smile of his； the one that could light up a room； greeting her as if they had never been apart。 Shmi had loved Cliegg and Owen。 Truly she had。 Cliegg was her rescuer； her dashing knight； and Owen had been like the son she had lost； always passionate； always happy to listen to her endless stories of Anakin's exploits。 And Shmi was growing to love Beru； too。 Who could not？ Beru was that special bination of passion and quiet inner strength。
But despite the good fortune that had brought those three into her life； improving her lot a millionfold； Shmi Skywalker had always kept a special place in her heart reserved for her Annie； her son； her hero。 And so now； as it seemed the end of her life was imminent； Shmi's thoughts focused on those memories she had of Anakin； while at the same time； she reached out to him with her heart。 He was always different with such feelings； always so attuned to that mysterious Force。 The Jedi who had e to Tatooine had seen it in him clearly。
Perhaps； then； Annie would feel her love for him now。 She needed that； needed to plete the cycle； to let her son recognize that through it all； through the missing years and the great distances between them； she had loved him unconditionally and had thought of him constantly。
Annie was her fort； her place to hide from the pain the Tuskens had； and were； exacting upon her battered body。 Every day they came in and tortured her a bit more； prodding her with sharp spears or beating her with the blunt shafts and short whips。 It was more than a desire to inflict pain； Shmi realized； though she didn't speak their croaking language。 This was the Tusken way of measuring their enemies； and from the nods and the tone of their voices； she realized that her resilience had impressed them。
They didn't know that her resilience was wrought of a mother's love。 Without the memories of Annie and the hope that he would feel her love for him； she would surely have given up long ago and allowed herself to die。
Under the pale light of a full moon； Anakin Skywalker pulled the speeder bike to the ridge of a high dune and peered across the desert wastes of Tatooine。 Not too far below him； he saw an encampment spread about a small oasis； and he knew at once； even before spotting a figure； that it was a Tusken camp。 He could sense his mother down there； could feel her pain。
He crept closer； studying the straw and skin huts for any anomalies that might clue him in to their respective purposes。 One especially sturdy hut at the edge of the oasis caught and held his attention： It seemed less tended than the others； yet more solidly constructed。 As he came around a bit more； he grew even more intrigued； noting that only one hut was guarded； by a pair of Tuskens flanking the entrance。 〃Oh； Mom；〃 Anakin whispered。
Silent as a shadow； the Padawan slipped through the encampment； moving hut to hut； flat against walls and belly…crawling across open spaces； working his way gradually toward the hut he felt held his mother。 He came against its side at last； and put his hands against the soft skin wall； feeling the emotions and pain of the person within。 A quick glance around the front showed him the two Tusken guards； sitting a short distance in front of the door。
Anakin drew and ignited his lightsaber； then crouched low； shielding the glow as much as he could。 He slid the energy blade through the wall and easily cut the material away； then； without even pausing to see if any Tuskens were inside； he crawled through。
〃Mom；〃 he breathed again； and his legs weakened beneath him。 The room was lit by dozens of candles； and by a shaft of pale moonlight； streaming through a hole in the roof； illuminating the figure of Shmi； tied facing against a rack to the side of the tent。 Her arms were outstretched； bound at bloodied wrists； and her face； when she turned to the side； showed the weeks of beatings。
Anakin quickly cut her free and gently lowered her from the perch； into his arms and then down to the floor。
〃Mom 。 。 。 Mom 。 。 。 Mom；〃 he whispered softly。 Anakin knew that she was alive； though she did not immediately respond and had e down so pitifully limp。 He could feel her in the Force； though she was a thin； thin sensation。
He cradled her head and kept repeating her name softly； and finally； Shmi's eyelids fluttered open as much as she could manage through the swelling and the dried blood。
〃Annie？〃 she whispered back。 He could feel her wheezing as she tried to speak； and knew that many of her ribs had been crushed。 〃Annie？ Is it you？〃 Gradually her eyes began to focus upon him； and he could see a thin smile of recognition ing to her battered face。
〃I'm here； Mom；〃 he told her。 〃You're safe now。 Hang on。 I'm going to get you out of here。〃
〃Annie？ Annie？〃 Shmi replied； and she tilted her head； the way she often had when Anakin was a boy； seeming quite amused by him。 〃You look so handsome。〃
〃Save your strength； Mom；〃 he said； trying to calm her。 〃We've got to get away from here。〃
〃My son；〃 Shmi went on； and she seemed to be in a different place than Anakin； a safer place。 〃My grown…up son。 I knew you'd e back to me。 I knew it all along。〃
Anakin tried again to tell her to lie still and save her strength； but the words simply wouldn't e out of his mouth。 〃I'm so proud of you； Annie。 So proud。 I missed you so much。〃
〃I missed you； too； Mom； but we can talk later 。。。〃 〃Now I am plete；〃 Shmi announced then； and she looked straight up； past Anakin； past the hole in the ceiling； to the shining moon； it seemed。
Somewhere deep inside； Anakin understood。 〃Just stay with me； Mom；〃 he pleaded； and he had to work very hard to keep the desperation out of his voice。 〃I'm going to make you well again。 Everything's 。 。 。 going to be fine。〃
〃I love。。。〃 Shmi started to say； but then she went very still； and Anakin saw the light leave her eyes。
Anakin could hardly draw his breath。 Wide…eyed with disbelief； he lifted Shmi to his breast and rocked her there for a long time。 She couldn't be gone！ She just couldn't！ He pulled her back again； staring into her eyes； silently pleading with her to answer him。 But there was no light there； no flicker of life。 He hugged her close； rocking her。
Then he laid her back to the floor and gently closed her eyes。 Anakin didn't know what to do。 He sat motionless； staring at his dead mother； then looked up； his blue eyes blazing with hatred and rage。 He replayed all of the recent events of his life in his head； wondering what he might have done differently； done better； to keep Shmi alive。 He should never have left her here in the first place； he realized； should never have let Qui… Gon take him away from Tatooine without bringing his mother along； as well。
She said she was proud of him； but how could he deserve her pride if he could not even save her？
He wanted Shmi to be proud of him； wanted to tell his mom all about the things that had e into his life； his Jedi training； all the good work he had already done； and most of all； about Padme。 Oh how he had wanted his mom to get to know Padme！ She would have loved her。 How could she not？ And Padme would have loved her。
Now what was he going to do？
The minutes slipped past and Anakin just sat there； immobi
