Two Halfs of One Warrior • Obikin/Vaderwan One-Shots

Doubt Truth To Be a Liar

• Summary: Growing up, Anakin only had three people in this life: his mother, Shmi; his owner, Watto; and his friend, Kitster. To have a mother and a friend were a blessing, the only kindness the desert had ever given him. He was not and would never be grateful for his time as a slave, but he was at least fortunate enough to have been born into it and born a son. It was the only way he’d gotten to have a mother at all, most likely.

So now, in the present, Vader still had three people in his life: his mother, Shmi; his friend, Kitster; and his master, Lord Sidious.

That was, until the Force granted him with more friends: a handmaiden to the queen of Naboo, Padme Amidala; and Jedi Padawan; Obi-Wan Kenobi.

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Tatooine was not a friendly place. The relentless suns and unforgiving desert were not kind. Why would they be? Why would the suns or the dunes care for feelings of mere lifeforms? Why would they not do what they do best – heat the sand that house creatures and allows scant plants to grow – because people felt uncomfortable?

The people of Tatooine were hardly any better. They did not trust, they did not offer an open hand, they hardly even spared a glance unless it was a sneer. And why should they? Why should they trust, help, or regard anyone on a planet controlled by a gang who enslaved, who killed, who turned neighbors against each other and made sure no one could succeed or thrive without it being at the expense of others?

Growing up, Anakin only had three people in this life: his mother, Shmi; his owner, Watto; and his friend, Kitster. To have a mother and a friend were a blessing, the only kindness the desert had ever given him. He was not and would never be grateful for his time as a slave, but he was at least fortunate enough to have been born into it and born a son. It was the only way he’d gotten to have a mother at all, most likely.

He’d had another friend, too, once – although, Anakin saw him more as the father he’d never had. He was a senator from Naboo, an old man named Palpatine who’d wandered into Watto’s shop one day with a kind smile on his face. He’d talked with Anakin as he worked on a busted speeder, asking him about his life and telling him all about Naboo. A slaveless world, a world with cool rushing waters rather than cruel endless desert. A place of prosperity, of generosity, of peace, of freedom.

“Should the whole galaxy not follow Naboo’s example, Anakin?”

Of course it should. Anakin envied Naboo and similar planets. He envied them so much he hated not only the Hutts and masters of Tatooine, but the wealthy and influential people of every planet. Where were they? What were they doing with their power?

Before he left, Palpatine showed him the power Anakin possessed. The way he could easily kill his oppressors and force others to help him bringing peace, freedom, justice, and security to the galaxy. The way he could preserve order and not only make things the way it should be, but keep them that way.

But he could only do so much, now. That’s what Palpatine had told him. “I am your master now, my boy, should you choose to follow my teachings. But you will not be my slave, for I will give you unlimited power to use at your disposal, so long as it serves our shared vision for the galaxy. Kill your owner, free yourself and your mother, but remain here. It is the only way I can safely train you. When the time is right, you will kill the Hutts and we will rid the galaxy of all its oppressors.”

What was Anakin going to do? Say no? Of course not. Of course he said yes, my master. Of course he became Darth Vader.

So now, in the present, Vader still had three people in his life: his mother, Shmi; his friend, Kitster; and his master, Lord Sidious.