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OMFG! Anakin might do ~something~ *pearl clutch* (darkforcerising) wrote in makebelievelog,

For the most part Anakin’s speeder bike was complete. It functioned within normal parameters and that, in and of itself, pleased Anakin. He had been shooting for operational, a lofty goal given this world’s apparent lack of anything near the technology of his universe. They’d yet to even grasp repulsar-lift technology, for kriff’s sake. Terribly behind, even by a Tatooinian’s humble opinion. Most of the working parts on the bike he’d had to construct from scratch himself, and he’d made an impressive machine if he was allowed an opinion on his own accomplishments.

But now that he’d achieved his goal it was onto phase two of his project. Making it better, Skywalker style. And that’s what he was doing with the frame on blocks to one side of the stall, and the stabilizers gutted and displayed before him on his make-shift work bench.

That, in addition to other Jedi mental exercises, after all, this was practically a form of mediation for Anakin.

He should have known, however, when Claudia passed by earlier with a not-just-passing-by glint in her eyes, that his afternoon of silent contemplation would be disrupted by his redheaded friend. The younger, female version that is, as opposed to the older, somber, always shaking his head at Anakin version. Though, truth be told, he didn’t much mind, even if he’d never tell Claudia that. He found her reminiscent of his former apprentice, and for some ridiculously reason she genuinely liked him in return.

But did she have to call out his name like she was commanding a hound pup to come?

“Donovan,” he started to call over his shoulder in a mocking, long suffering tone. But then he noticed in the Force there were two life forms approaching, and Claudia was announcing she was bringing someone to meet him, which had him pause, uneasy. People from her world could be unpredictable in their ‘admiration’ of him, and usually in a way that made him uncomfortable. He couldn’t think of many who would jump at the chance to be known as a mass-murdering, genocidal, psychotic maniac. He did not particularly appreciate it. But, niceties dictated a modicum of manners on his part now and he turned toward the front of the stall and with an open expression waited for Claudia to introduce the dark-haired woman she’d dragged, for she clearly had that air about her, all this way to meet him.