Inspired by Guardians of Peace and loosely based. If the original author were to see I would like to say I'm writing this out of admiration of your beautiful stories. Allow me to dedicate this one to you. And if it sucks, I'm sorry.
Tatooine, a planet located in the Outer Rim, a region of the galaxy far removed from its core. Due to the planet having two Suns, it is oppressed to having a scorching hot climate. The whole planet is covered in harsh deserts leaving only a little part of the planet able to sustain intelligent life. Because of the absence of surface water, those who live on Tatooine have to draw moisture through the dry air via moisture farms.
Upon this planet was a very unique child, who is about to be taken away for a chance of a lifetime.
However, he wasn't the only special lifeform on this planet that the caught the eye of the Jedi.
Turmoil has engulfed the Galactic Republic. The taxation of trade routes to outlaying star systems is in dispute.
Hoping to resolve the matter with a blockade of deadly battleships, the greedy Trade Federation has stopped all shipping to the planet of Naboo.
While the congress of the Republic endlessly debates this alarming chain of events, the Supreme Chancellor has secretly dispatched two Jedi Knights, the guardians of peace and justice in the galaxy, to settle the conflict
A chrome colored royal starship slowly descends from the sky. It's design was sleek and shiny. The aircraft sparkled in the Suns of tatooine, reflecting the sand it had landed upon. Towards the back of the ship was a bulge with windows. This craft was designed to embody the glory of Naboo royalty which represented the noble spirit of the citizens of Naboo. It was, in fact, reserved only for use by the Naboo sovereign.
A young man sporting auburn short hair hoists a piece of machinery out of the floor. A long braid dangled from his head as he rubbed his neck inspecting the hyper drive of the plane. He looks up when confronted by the very unintelligent Gungan they had brought abroad. His eyes followed as the reddish-orange Gungan quickly fell to his knees before him. "Obi-Wan, sire, pleeese, no mesa go!" The gray-blue eye colored man sympathetically looked at the creature known as Jar Jar. "Sorry, Master Qui-Gon's right. You'll make things less obvious."
The Gungan stands back up with a solemn look on his face and walks back to a blue and white droid in the hallway as another 'elder' man dressed as a farmer enters the main area. His skin was light and his hair brown, slightly graying. The middle aged man locked his blue eyes with his young Padawan's. "Master..." Obi-Wan speaks as he shifts his gaze towards the machinery. "The Hyperdrive generator is gone. We will need a new one."
Qui-Gon, the 'elder' Jedi, moves closer to Obi-Wan and speaks quietly to him, "Don't let them send any transmissions." He says, nudging his head in the direction of the queen and her people. "Be wary…I sense a large disturbance in the Force."
The young Jedi nods "I feel it also, Master. I feel though…" he warily looks back at his master. "That there are two"
"As do I" Qui-Gon spins and starts walking into the hallway to meet up with R2-D2, the blue-white droid and Jar Jar.
They start their trek across the desert toward the city of Mos Espa. In the distance, a strange looking caravan makes its way toward the spaceport.
"Dis sun doen murder tada skin!" Jar Jar voiced as he tried to block himself from the sun. As an amphibious sentient species, Gungan races could live on both water and land, but often made their home in underwater cities such as Otoh Gunga.
From the spaceship, Captain Panaka and Padmé, one of the queens people, run toward them.
"Wait!" yells the Captain.
Qui-Gon stops as they catch up. Dressed in a rough peasant's garb, Padmé attempts to catch her breath. While the Captain speaks, "Her Highness commands you to take her handmaiden with you. She wishes for her to observe the local-"
"No more commands from Her Highness today, Captain. This spaceport
is not going to be pleasant."
Panaka speaks back after being cut off abruptly by the Jedi, "The Queen wishes it. She is curious about this planet."
Padmé steps forward and crosses her arms over her chest. "I've been trained in defense... I can take care of myself."
"Don't make me go back and tell her you refuse." The Captain replies as he rubs his temple.
Qui-Gon sighs, "I don't have time to argue. But this is not a good idea." Giving the girl a stern look, the Jedi begins walking away. "Stay close to me" he mutters.
The little group walks down the main street of Mos Espa. They pass dangerous looking citizens of all types. Padmé looks around in awe at this
"...moisture farms for the most part, but also a few indigenous tribes and scavengers. The few spaceports like this one are havens for those who do not wish to be found…"
Padmé's eyes lit up, "...like us."
Jar Jar could be heard struggling from the heat of the sun, in a constant state of panic. R2 whistles along, with perfect confidence. The little droid was amused with the actions of Gungan, "Dissen berry berry bad." His eye's quickly shut as he took a step in the wrong place, "Ooooh...icky...icky...goo."
The group then comes upon a little plaza surrounded by several junk spaceship
dealers. Qui-Gon looks around and makes a decision, "We'll try one of the smaller dealers." They head for a little junk shop that has a huge pile of broken spaceships stacked up behind it.
Qui-Gon, Jar Jar, Padmé, and R2 make their way into the dingy junk shop and are greeted by Watto, a pudgy blue alien who flies on short little wings like a hummingbird, "chuba da naga?" What do you want? the Toydarian impolitely asks, his orange eyes glistened as he eyed the new buyer.
"I need parts for a J-type 327 Nubian." The Jedi firmly responded.
"Ah yes, ah yes. Nubian. We have lots of that." Watto looks around the shop real quick, noticing something out of place. "Peedenkel! Naba dee unko" Boy, get in here! Now!
Qui-Gon nudges his head to the side, pointing out his mechanical friend, "My droid here has a readout of what I need." Watto nods his head in acknowledgement while looking or waiting for something.
A disheveled boy, with sandy blonde hair runs in from the junkyard. He is about nine years old, very dirty, and dressed in rags. Watto raises a hand, and the young boy flinches.
"Coona tee-tocky malia?" What took you so long? the Toydarian questions his little slave.
"Mel tassa cho-pass-" I was cleaning the bin like you- The child retaliated.
"Chut-Chut! Ganda doe wallya." Never mind! Watch the store. "Me dwana no bata." I've got some selling to do here. The Toydarian turned and gave an ugly grin with his tusks protruding up."Soooo, let me take- a thee out back. And you'll find what you need." He makes an exit towards the same direction that the boy had came from. Qui-Gon follows with R2 trailing behind him, leaving behind Padmé and Jar Jar with the young lad.
Jar Jar picks up a gizmo, trying to figure out its purpose.
"Don't touch anything!" The Jedi calls out, mostly towards Jar Jar than anyone else in the room.
Jar Jar makes a rude face to Qui-Gon's back and sticks out his long tongue. Anakin sits on the counter, pretending to clean a part, staring at Padame. She is the most beautiful creature he has ever seen in his life. Padmé is a little embarrassed by his stare, but she musters up an amused smile. Finally, he gets the courage to speak, "Are you an angel?" The boy questions innocently.
"What?" Padmé responds with a smile still plastered on her fourteen year old face.
"An angel." The child repeats with a tilt of his head, "I've heard the deep space pilots talk about them. They live on the Moons of Iego I think." The nine year old rubs his chin recalling what he's heard, "They are the most beautiful creatures in the universe. They are good and kind, and so pretty they make even the most hardened space pirate cry."
Padmé looks at him, not knowing what to say, "I've never heard of angels-"
Just then another person entered the dinky shop. Both children looked at the being. In the doorway stood another kid. One who had seemed to be closer to Padmé's age than the child that was in front of her. It was difficult to distinguish the gender but Padmé deemed that it was a male. Half of their face from the chin to the nose was covered in a cloth and their long black hair was tied into a high ponytail with a few strands framing their face. Quite a feminine boy. The clothes he wore weren't those of a peasant, nor of royalty. The sandy blonde haired boys eye's gleamed in delight as he recognized the other. "Kagome!"
The person now known as Kagome laughed and winked, "Hiya Ani."
Padmé frowned a bit as she heard Kagome's voice. It was high pitched but that could've just meant that he hasn't hit puberty yet. She watched as Ani run into the arms of the other boy. "What are you doing here? You were just here-"
All occupants in the room turned around looking at the Gungan that had been forgotten. Jar Jar, being the clumsy creature that he is, had decided to push the nose on what appeared to be a little droid, that instantly came to life, growing legs and arms, and marching around, knocking over everything. The amphibious alien made a distressful noise.
"Hit the nose!" Anakin yells. Jar Jar hits the nose, and the droid collapses back into its original state. The Gungan releases a large sigh as the children laugh. Anakin watches as Padmé straightens her hair which doesn't go unnoticed by Kagome.
Meanwhile, in the junkyard Watto reads a small portable monitor he is holding while standing before a hyperdrive. "...Here it is...a T-14 hyperdrive generator! Thee in luck, I'm the only one hereabouts who has one...but thee might as well buy a new ship. It would be cheaper, I think...Sying of which, how's thee going to pay for all this?" The creature licks his lips and rubs his hands against each other greedily.
"I have 20,000 Republic dataries." Qui-Gon responds.
The Toydarian raises a brow, "Republic credits?! Republic credits are no good out here. I need something more real…" His fingers tap against one another as he hovers above the floor.
"I don't have anything else." The Jedi raises his hand, "But credits will
Watto furrows his brows, beginning to get angry, "No they won'ta."
Qui-Gon using his mind power and the force, waves his hand again, "Credits will do fine."
The alien narrows his eyes toward the human, his lip now curling down, displeased. "No, they won'ta! What? You think you're some kinda Jedi, waving your hand around like that? I'm a Toydarian. Mind tricks don'ta work on me-only money. No money, no parts! No deal! And no one else has a T-14 hyperdrive, I promise you that."
I tried staying as close as I could to the movie script as possible. Please bare with me if chapters are too short. My finals are coming soon. I'm not sure how many episodes this story will go through, so far I've thought about going to the 3rd episode at most. There is a pairing in this story and you will find out eventually.
I wrote this fanfiction after being inspired by another that may seem very similar, but I think that is because the other author had also tried to stay close to the movie script. If you're interested the title of the story is Guardians of Peace by Kuroi Hakuchou.