Anakin had lived out his budding years as a slave to Watto on Tatooine, making a small sum of wupiupi to help keep him and his mother afloat once they had been freed from slavery and taken in by the Lars family. He spends his days tending to the moisture farm of his family’s estate and part timing at a junk shop in Mos Espa, doing his best to do his part.
*Anakin stood over his workbench with his shoulders hunched over as he worked attentively on his latest project, a beaten up R2-Series astromech droid he picked up from a local trader that was in desperate need of a rewiring.*
*He wiped the sweat from his brow and turned his focus back to his set of tools, taking the time to move to work on reattaching the power recharge coupler into place.*
*He took note of the time after working nonstop for the force could only know how long, and decided it was about time to close up shop for the day and began tidying up for the final stretch.*
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