Qui-Gon wouldn't like this planet no matter how idyllic the climate but all the sand doesn't help.
"Doing all right, R2?"
The shop is full of minor mechanical knick-knacks - nothing expensive is out in the open, though. There's a worn down woman - old before her time - manning the counter. She looks subtly exhausted. Something about her is -
Odd, in the Force.
She looks up at the entering man and droid and smiles thinly. "Honored customers. What can my master do for you today?"
...he doesn't like the implications of the word "master", not on an outer-rim planet this far from the Jedi order. He knew there was a reason he had a bad feeling about this place.
Gently: "It's an honor to meet you. May I ask if you're working the counter alone today, or is the shop's proprietor present?"
She frowns, a bit. "The main ones... Trade in kind, if you have parts of greater worth you're not using. Bartering trade goods. Gambling - my owner enjoys betting on races, as do many of those with means around here. You could gamble for local currency or any parts directly."
In fact, the general consensus is that the shop he first poked his head into is the only one with the parts, and almost none of the others would take Republic credits anyways. (One proprietor falsely claims to have the parts; he's blatantly trying to cheat them, though.)
The people here are poor, even the free. There's a sense of desperation, of sorrow, of angry determination, of exhaustion.
Something feels off with the air, too, a heavy warning of possible danger - a thin thread guiding out of it -
And the slave woman from earlier, helping a woman selling small hand-carved jewelries from a carpet (not even a stall) pack up her things. She looks up at Qui-Gon and R2D2 before they even get close, gaze sharp - and then something in her face softens when she sees them.
She rolls the last few things up, hands them to the old woman, and strides to catch up with Qui-Gon and R2D2. "There's a sandstorm coming, sir," she says, gaze down in a way that could be mistaken for demure but feels - not quite that.
She nods, says, "This way, sir," and leads the way quickly through some alleys, to a brown stone hovel in a crowded, noisy part of town. She enters last, after Qui-Gon and R2D2. The wind's notably picked up by the time they're inside, stinging sand already carried on it. It promises to be a bad storm.
The hovel's small, only two rooms - a communal area and what appears to be a simple bedroom off to one side.
"I didn't really expect him to, but I like to check," she says sunnily. "R2, Miss Skywalker - would either of you mind if I stayed on the call for a little while? I'd like to catch up with Qui-Gon about our mission, and if I'm honest I'm feeling a bit cooped up in the ship." Grin.
The catch is, he can hear the Force insisting. She knows how to hide from ordinary people, but not Force-sensitives. He keeps his eyes off her, doesn't let his reaction show, but keeps a tendril of awareness pointed at her, finer and more delicately hidden than hers.
He fills Kelié in a little.
Shmi holds that the biggest gambles are over races - any kind, but especially pod races, which are incredibly dangerous. The Boonta Eve Classic, in a few days, is the largest of those, but there's smaller pod races beforehand as preludes to whet the audience's appetite. People gamble just about anything you can possibly own - money, land, weapons, ships, slaves. Fortunes are often made or broken gambling on the Classic, and people will put up higher sums than they tend to in other races.
Still... Winning a bet there's tricky. It'd be easier to start with a smaller race.
And Shmi talks her through the complex situation and history of slavery in Tatooine, not shying away from being a slave herself. (There's some things she's not mentioning. People she's eliding over. But the information is good, earnest.)
Outside, the sand storm begins to die down.
"I guess you could say the desert is my father." She settles into a story-telling voice. "Years ago, she was part of a group of slaves being transported through the desert - their transport crashed, and the masters died, but the slaves survived. Mom led them out of the desert with no water or food, weary and barefoot, through storm and flame - she'd had a vision, the longest of her life, and she'd seen the stars guiding her way even though the sky was clouded. She let herself be recaptured, but the others melted into the desert like a mirage."
"She wasn't pregnant at the checkup before - but she was at the end, and she denies ever sleeping with anyone."
"I haven't heard of Jedi."
"That's an intriguing tale," he says. "And you're a compelling storyteller."
"A Jedi is someone who tries to follow the will of the Force, which is a field of energy and thought and intention that stretches across the entire galaxy. We try to protect and uplift the downtrodden, and preserve peace, wherever we can."
"I have a quiet friend who guides me and tells me how to get things done," she says after a moment. "I dunno if it's in the whole galaxy or just Tatooine. But 'energy and thought and intention' sounds like it."
"I'm going to free all the slaves. That's what demons do, usually, though most don't manage 'all.'"
"Oh, I can think of several," he says, and strokes his goatee. "...One thing young untrained Force-users often find is that they are very good at piloting speeders or starfighters. Both require fast reflexes and an ability to focus on many different things at once, which Force-senses can help with. Has this been your experience?"
"They change the course and rules every time, but there's some things that stay the same - and some patterns. I've watched the earlier races, and know I can do the tracks for those, since they're fun."
"And after the Classic's, during Boonta, is the best time for my plan to start. So I've been poking a lot at what the track is this year, and who the racers are, and how they can be nudged, and who's the big competition, and who's betting what. And no one can see me - except you - so I've been able to get a lot of info just looking over shoulders."
Grin.
"And my friend's pretty confident in me."
Qui-Gon's grinning too.
"Here is my proposal. I approach every slaver in the city, and offer to gamble my magnificent star-yacht against all of their slaves that the city's favorite to win the Boonta Eve Classic will lose. We enter you in the race. When you win, I'll be able to free all of the slaves of everyone who accepted my offer."
"I know how to get them to kill each other, and I can probably figure out other angles... But helping you's still a lot of effort from me, and I don't really think your plan's gonna work perfectly - Hutts don't really have a sense of honor, and it'd be hard to get them to all follow through on a bet they lost, and then they'd be annoyed at you and harder for me to kill off 'cause they'd be leery or angry, not drunk."
"We try my plan first. And you'd need to put your heart in it, too. We work out an angle for every Hutt family, we enter you in the Boonta Eve. If you win, and if we can get all the Hutt families to give up their slaves without hurting any of them - well, that would only be the beginning of my plans for this planet."
"Queen Amidala, the woman you saw on the holocall, is the reigning monarch of a planet called Naboo. Right now it's being threatened by a planet called Enarc. We're taking her to Coruscant, both to keep her safe and to try to stop a war from breaking out. Queen Amidala, and all of Naboo, is very invested in bringing an end to slavery, and if we succeed in protecting Naboo, she would turn her attention, and the attention of the Galactic Republic, to liberating Tatooine. The Republic can be hard to get moving in the right direction, but once you do, it's also very hard to stop it."
Qui-Gon resumes his seat. "Your Majesty, by now you've heard some of the situation on Tatooine. Anakin and I have been discussing the beginnings of a plan to free many of the slaves in this city." He brings her up to speed on the con he and Anakin have worked out the beginning of; he doesn't mention the plan B.
Kelié listens.
"I don't have Force instincts," she says, "but if this plan goes wrong it could go very badly wrong. We don't have the parts we need to fix the ship, and even if we assume we can gamble for them as well, if we lose that gamble we have no way off the planet and no way to pay off our debts."
Anakin fades back into their awareness. "I had plans before you guys show up. There's some ships that're easy to steal - I was gonna grab one of the bigger ones, but there's small fast ones too. I could get you in without anyone noticing and away before people manage to chase you."
"I can help, some, even if I'm not as skilled," Shmi says. "It's easier if people follow you. It'll be hard safely getting word to the elders in Gardulla's compound about the new rescue plans far enough in advance for them to prepare, but - I'm known to them. They'll trust me, even if things are suddenly changing."
Anakin perks up some.
She has a really thorough idea of all the Hutt families with interest in Tatooine. Most of them, Tatooine's basically an after thought. They have their fingers in the pie, but don't own many slaves here, so they should go along with the ship bet. The Desilijic clan (led by Jabba) and the Besadii clan (led by Gardulla, who Anakin clearly loathes) are the two biggest players on Tatooine - they're both based here, and they hate each other. Gardulla's big weakness is her fondness for gambling, but the slave trade's her biggest fortune, so even she'd be hesitant to put up every slave on any bet. Jabba mostly owns personal slaves, with most of his fortune in other areas - he's not based in Mos Espa (though he'll be coming in for the celebration) and is a lot more paranoid than Gardulla, too.
She doesn't think either Jabba or Gardulla would go in for a ship... They have lots.
But... They hate each other.
Gardulla wants Jabba assassinated. Flat out. A bounty hunter looking to move up in the world - that could be a good lie, offer services as your side of the bet...
Jabba wants Gardulla and her clan destroyed. He's more cunning, a bit older. He'd want information...
Jabba might be convinced to put up all his slaves in offer for enough information, especially since wild bets on the Boonta Eve Classic race are traditional. Gardulla - probably not even for Jabba's head... She might put up a significant fraction, but Anakin thinks 'all' is unlikely...
If they're getting slaves out, though, Anakin isn't willing to leave a single one with Gardulla - Gardulla's horrible.
She hums, thoughtful. "His fortune's in weapons and drugs, mostly... The slaves are just - status things for him. But he cheats, and he doesn't always honor bets - he'd have to if it was made in front of someone not in his group, though, who could say 'Jabba reneges on deals' and get heard."
"Approaching him during Boonta Eve could work - before the race starts. It'd be easy to time it so you were making the bet in front of someone from a different clan, one who wouldn't snitch to Gardulla for what she'll pay. There's a couple of those, and Jabba keeps them around him."
She frowns, deep, a flicker of rage and remembered helplessness stirring in her. "She's the worst."
"I don't want her to get anything, I don't want to leave her with money or status or the ability to get more slaves - she has us hunted down in her gardens because it's funny, and she won't even go and kill people herself, she just watches."
"She has other fortunes - and bounty hunters on her payroll, and clan members, and ships with weapons - but she wouldn't be able to buy or capture a whole bunch of new slaves in a hurry, and she might get killed by other Hutts before she can get her footing again. She'd have more trouble if we also messed with her computers and stuff."
Or just killed her outright. And Jabba. And every other crime lord on this forsaken rock.
She leads him out after a moment, into the winding alleyways used by the slaves, into a little side place - it'd be a garden somewhere else, maybe, a little lot turned over to nature. Here, there's carefully smooth stones in a soothing pattern, and a broom for sweeping sand (that Anakin ignores), and odd little statues about the edge, larger ones in the corners, and shade from the thick walls around it, and privacy - it's barely visible from the alley, only if you really look - and two stone benches facing each other, their edges worn smooth. Anakin sits on one.
"I believe that killing every slaver in this city will make it more difficult to end slavery on Tatooine in the long run," Qui-Gon says gently. "Often, even if it is worth doing something violently, it is still advantageous to do it peacefully, and that is why I prefer to act without violence when I can. But what Gardulla did to you, and to everyone else who this planet's laws considered her property, was horrific even by the standards of slavers. Taking a life is not an act without cost, even the life of a deeply evil person. But if that's what it takes to stop Gardulla, I am willing to pay that cost."
"I worry," he continues slowly, "that I have done wrong by you today, by not making it sufficiently clear that I am appalled by what the criminals on this planet are doing. If I believed killing them were the best way to stop them, I would not hesitate to do so."
She nods.
"Gardulla has a bunch of gardens for entertainment. The hunt ones have different environments, and she's got animals for them, and she'll release slaves that're all on - a theme - and then release the animals to hunt them - she likes kids and newly enslaved people, thinks it's - funny, for the innocent to be hunted - "
She curls in on herself. "I know how to get in and out of them. I figured out the going invisible thing in those, and I didn't have a slave implant, so Gardulla thinks I'm dead... The animals are dangerous enough to be impressive but not so dangerous Gardulla's people can't handle them at all. And most've the slaves meant for there don't get the implants, anyways, 'cause the animals are expensive and Gardulla doesn't wanna risk them eating explosives, so I sneak kids out whenever I can - that's how I figured out making other people invisible - but it's not often enough..."
"There's also other pleasure gardens but the people in those don't usually end up dead unless they're really dumb and make her mad."
She seems to be rambling, a bit, thoughts out of order.
He nods along, solemnly.
He asks questions, to get a sense of the layout - of the gardens and of the palace itself. He asks, gently, about the slave implants, whether they can be made impossible or at least more difficult to activate with access to Gardulla's computers.
If there's nothing else to say...
Qui-Gon returns to the house, and fills in Kelié and R2 about the details of Gardulla's compound.
"Every other Hutt, we have an angle on," he says, "but Anakin and I don't think Gardulla can be persuaded to gamble all of her slaves. So here's what I propose we do instead - "
*
Over the next little bit, Anakin has a lot of fun preparing for the pod race. She works herself in slowly, gets a hold of some improvements for her pod to keep tinkering on it, instinct - her friend that's everywhere in her mind, the Force perhaps - guiding her hands to improve it in a few specific ways...
She's entered as just 'Anakin,' no last name. She helps play up some rivalries with the favored racer by getting into a dramatic argument at one point with him - makes bets more exciting -
And all too soon, Boonta's Eve crashes upon them. Anakin lines up in her little pod with the other racers. Her pod looks small and dinky next to their more professional, more expensive pods. But she's glowing with excitement, even as her skin crawls from feeling all the myriad eyes on her...
She waits, tense, for the race to start.
Qui-Gon ingratiates himself with the Hutts and the Hutts' people, making various bets on fictional visitors' behalves, offering Kelié's ship and their meager assets as collateral in a dozen different bets.
On the day of the race, he is staring intently down at the racetrack from a private box - away from the press of the crowd, but still cramped and unshaded and hot.
Anakin settles into a clear sort of focus as the announcer counts down, her mind becoming the world around her, her body becoming her pod as well, processing and reacting smoothly - a crystal clear sort of awareness as adrenaline rushes through her.
She grins, broadly, and laughs at the signal to start, giving the other competitors a second - there'll be a crush, she can see it clearly as if it was happening now and not heartbeats ahead - and then leaping forward, eager, wind rushing around her as her pod screams forward, diving up and swerving around the forming tangle. Her heart sings in her ears, her vision not nearly keen enough for this, human eyes too slow for the chaotic blur of Tattooine's landscape - but her friend's flowing around her, delighting with her as Anakin swoops past someone coming up on her side, perfectly timed to send them into a spin it takes them precious seconds to recover from -
There's cameras all along the route - it's competitive as hell, all of the racers who survive the first minute top tier, all attacking each other - 'legally' or not, there's a special talent to waiting for blind spots in the cameras to pull out technically banned weapons - Anakin plays clean, though, giggling at the extra challenges, doesn't even let her friend nudge her into getting the other racers killed by their own hubris -
She doesn't pull into the lead immediately, doesn't get a clear win - it's neck and neck, the top four, her and Aldar and Sebulba and Gasgano leap frogging ahead of each other the first lap - she finishes in four minutes, pod screaming to its limits - Sebulba's weapons clip her on the second lap, she drops back two places, flow disrupted, pod nearly out of her control as her anger spikes -
Anakin recovers and swings past the next pod, dancing around the canyons - she's better at these than anyone else, can get ahead here, pod whipping past rocks with barely any space to spare, speeds to fast her pod's barely able to keep up with it - none of the other racers are, the one who tries to mimic her clip the canyon walls and spin into a crash - Gasgano catches up with her as she enters the flats, Sebulba tries to shoot them both down - Anakin nudges her pod even before Sebulba fires, confusing his tracking just enough the explosives crash into the ground -
Sebulba gets more aggressive as they enter the third lap, desperate to take down Anakin - he's favored for this race, has a lot riding on it - she teases him, riling him up almost instinctively - he tries to keep on her tail as she enters the canyon the third time and it's almost embarrassingly easy to swing his pod into a rock - just at the right angle he'll survive, she still isn't getting her competitors killed -
It's her and Gasgano, the last stretch, an almost relaxing race as the other competitor focuses on speeding past her rather than trying to destroy her pod. His pod's a hair faster, but Anakin's is a hair more maneuverable - it remains unclear who'll win, most of those last two minutes, but then there's twists right before the end and Anakin pushes herself through them, maintaining her straightaway speed despite that being objectively stupid -
She wins by a good thirteen seconds, at the final count.
She laughs, startled, lets herself be seen and applauded - it's weird and almost terrifying but also exhilarating, how excited everyone is -
The race winds down, the other five whose pods didn't crash following fairly close behind, and Anakin starts making her way over to Qui-Gon's box.
(There are thoughts and gazes turning to him - people he made bets with, all of whom have now lost. Still, there's a mood of jubilation and startled delight at the exciting race - he's unlikely to see many people going back on their bets.)
It takes a while for Anakin to get back, anyways - being a sudden celebrity is weirdly tiring! And she's content to chatter at Kelié when she does.
(Qui-Gon doesn't run into much trouble with the people he'd bet for their slaves, not if he's clever about witnesses - Jabba narrows his eyes at him, but the witness to the original bet is still present, and Jabba concedes with feigned grace.)
(Of course, the bet against Gardulla will be more complicated to fulfill...)
Her compound's built into the landscape of Tattooine - not particularly grand from the outside, hardly visible from most angles (especially above), and highly defensible. It's built for war, as much as pleasure.
The entry bay is fit for their speeders, though, with guards posted at the only entrance deeper within.
Gardulla herself slithers down from her somewhat grander ship, squinting about.
Someone else has made it in alright, too.
Anakin ghosted out of his ship once Gardulla left - she's sometimes hard to trick, and Anakin's not taking any chances - and through the hallways she mostly remembers in nightmares (and dreams of the future, sometimes; those are perhaps nightmares for everyone but her), to Gardulla's control room.
Now, what're the defenses here...
This bit's tricky... She enters the code into the pad while very aggressively projecting 'there is absolutely nothing abnormal going on here, you see what you expect.'
She's in a calm mindset as she does so, of course, but - she's alert as the door slides open for any questioning or alarms.
The dusty one, she thinks - she feels she'll be less likely to be disturbed there.
She makes her way over carefully, trying to envelop the concept of 'nothing is happening over here' in her cloak as she begins investigating the console properly. First, to turn it on...
Anakin takes a few deep breaths.
Trying to force visions of her own success is - the sort of thing she does when nervous, but not always smart - she could do that for the password, but -
She tries to center herself, a bit, lean mentally on her friend, and - let her senses guide her hands. It's a bit scarier than normal, in a tense situation like this, surrendering control of where she's going, but...
She has to trust that she'll be led okay.
Her fingers move, guided by the Force, to enter - well, a password.
Safeguards against accessing the whole compound from one terminal, or at least from this terminal, appear to be on the software end, and a good slicer like Anakin can circumvent or force past them with relative ease. Here are the security cameras, here are the guard patrols, and here's the control system for the subcutaneous slave collars. The system isn't enthusiastic about turning them off but a competent slicer can route around that.
Disable any alerts, first, then turn the slave collars off - and wreck the code enough they'll have trouble turning them back on.
Security cameras... A bit trickier, but they can get short loops of nothing happening, set individually for each one she spots nothing happening on. And a little fallback - anyone trying to reset that naively will just turn all the cameras off and delete the software controlling them.
Then she disables the boosters for the guards' communication devices, also activating the signal jammers Gardulla has and tuning them to interfere with her stuff, too.
And then - a bit quickly, because Qui Gon and Gardulla were in a lounge room and didn't look to be moving soon but might -
She shuts the blast doors around the lounge room. And then traps the off duty guards in the guard room, too, and cuts off the guard patrols and also the armory. So she'll have a path down to the slave quarters, of course... There's some guards actually near many of the slaves, though, so she can't just announce she's taking the compound over the intercom...
And then she starts using the terminal's communication to spread as much chaos over the network as she can - to keep anyone else from undoing this - she's maintaining a cloak in the Force so no one around her suspects anything but that's giving her a headache, so she waves her hand over the terminal, breaking it just enough no one can get access, and heads for the door, keeping her cloak up at the same intensity until she's out -
And then, cloaked just enough to be a whisper of wind to anyone she's passing, she takes off at a run for the nearest slave quarters.
(She'd practiced mind tricking people directly with Qui Gon, so hopefully she can convince the guards they want to drop their weapons and leave...)
As the blast doors slide shut and lock the room down, as Gardulla's communicators fail, Qui-Gon turns toward her and lets the smile fall from his face. "Right on schedule," he says. "Exalted Gardulla, I am not the wealthy amoral tourist I have presented myself as to you. I am Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn, and I've come here today to give you an ultimatum."
That was actually easier than he expected. "You have committed crimes against the Galactic Republic and against the dignity of thinking beings," Qui-Gon says. "In specific, I am referring to your trafficking in slaves and your conduct toward them. My people are remedying the wrongs you have done to the extent that it is possible. I do not intend to give you leave to ever commit such crimes again. There are two ways this may be accomplished."
"I am giving you the opportunity to confess to your crimes and be sentenced formally," Qui-Gon says. "I would work to make sure you are treated fairly. But I won't bring you on board my ship if you refuse to come quietly. It would endanger people I am obliged to protect. You would have no mourners on Coruscant, mighty Gardulla."
"I don't think much of a legal code that permits torture or trafficking in slaves," Qui-Gon says. "As a matter of simple practicality, the courts will try you and sentence you if I bring you before them with a confession of your crimes. You would be allowed to live out your life, without the ability to hurt anyone else, but in relative comfort. The other option, your excellency, is that I kill you right now, in this room. It's that that I don't believe Coruscant would mourn."
She snorts. "You Jedi are soft. Weak. What are you to the Hutts but tiny flies?" She tilts her head. "But if your threat is as good as you promise... I will concede. I am no fool, and even a fly may sting at times."
She smiles, thinly. "But know this, little Jedi: your Republic's core has already rotted to a dark pit. Gardulla will outlast your precious Order, your vaunted moral law - and the only pity I feel is that you won't live to see it."
Anakin is doing pretty well, she thinks - she's successfully mind tricked all the guards (...with only a few close calls), no one was at imminent risk of dying or in the murder gardens, and enough of the older slaves recognized her to sort of trust her. (It helps that they're probably dead if they stay. Terrifying murder children become a lot less terrifying when your alternative is Gardulla.)
She gets them onto one of the big enough ships - she has no problem stealing from Gardulla - and disables the ship's tracking devices.
Then - slip back to the control room, dodge the increasingly frantic computer workers, slip into the (already logged in, hah) seat of one of the consoles, and enter the password she put on the door controls. She only gets the (unguarded) door to the room Qui Gon and Gardulla are in open - though she's keeping to the spirit of the 'no death' challenge, so she sets a timer to open just the doors in five hours so no one gets stuck where they'll starve.
Then she hops down and heads back to the ship, whistling cheerfully once she's away from people.
She'll wait to take off until Qui Gon and Gardulla have boarded Qui Gon's speeder - theoretically some guards could still get over here, she wasn't able to perfectly shut down the corridors between Qui Gon and the bay, so she doesn't want them knowing that there's something suspicious going on.
Qui-Gon lets his senses wash over the facility, keeping one mind's eye on the position of the guards that could theoretically intercept him and Gardulla. He moves purposefully but not over-quick, keeping up the image of someone who's already won. They reach his speeder without any problems; he lets Anakin know they're on the move, and departs out into the desert, toward the ship.
Kelié's magnificent star-yacht docks with the ship Anakin stole while they're both in orbit. Qui-Gon sets his apprentice Obi-Wan Kenobi, and a few of Kelié's guards, to keep watch on Gardulla in her room.
He and one of her pilots go to speak with Anakin, wearing the first genuine smile he's worn in a good while.
She's helping people get settled, now that they're docked. (She's unsure, right now, if they'll be staying here or going to Kelié's ship, so they're just getting families reunited, everyone provided with at least some water and food or medicine if they're in high need, and triage on lingering injuries done for now.) (Shmi and the elders are actually doing a lot of this work, but Anakin has a way with the other children, and she can pretty accurately guess at what anyone quasi-conscious or unable to communicate needs.)
"Hey!" Anakin chirps when Qui-Gon finds her - between tasks, fortunately, she hasn't had the time to get very involved in anything yet.
"Mostly, yeah. Took a bit of pushing to convince a couple guards they really felt like dropping their weapons and going to the canteen for a drink... But I managed. Nobody got injured in getting out, and we were able to bring along everyone already injured or unable to walk, too."
Shrug. "I like Kelié, she's nice. And it's sad her people are being invaded. My people might need me, but... I dunno. Demon powers don't really seem like they'd be needed if everyone's just moving to a normal place. And people might not stick together, anyways, lots of us are from all over - plenty of people have families they remember from before the Hutts. And I dunno I want to always be needed forever by the same people."
"Traditionally, experienced Jedi like me take on Padawan learners, or apprentices," he says, "and teach them to make safe and effective use of their powers. My current apprentice, Obi-Wan Kenobi, is about to graduate to the level of Jedi Knight. I intend to teach you what I can regardless of our formal relationship, but if you're interested in joining the Jedi order, being officially my Padawan would make it easier for both of us, and grant you access to more resources during and after your apprenticeship."
"As my Padawan, you'd live and travel with me, accompanying me on missions when it's safe. I'd teach you how to commune with the Force, and how to accomplish new things with your powers. Right now my focus is on the situation with Naboo and Enarc, so we'd spend most of our time there, or in Corusant protecting Queen Amidala while she spoke to the Galactic Senate. The Jedi also have our own culture and way of life, our own philosophies about how and why we use the Force, and a code of conduct, all of which I would teach you about. You'd be able to learn, not just from me, but from other Jedi, and you'd have access to some of our Archives, which can also teach you about the Force."
"Some Jedi believe that independent study of the Force, or traditions other than our own, are too dangerous to be ethically permissible. I am not one of them, and if it becomes necessary I will protect your right to leave. If you do decide to leave, as I say, I am willing to teach you as much as you are interested in learning in my capacity as a friend and mentor."
He settles in, and they begin.
"When we first met I described the Force to you as a field of energy, thought, and intention," he says. "It permeates the Galaxy and all living beings in it. Anyone can hear it, or speak to it, and most people do, sometimes; but it takes training, usually within an existing tradition, to do much more than that. Traditionally, the Jedi focus their efforts on cases of exceptional sensitivity, like yourself."
"In part, for the same reason we don't hand everyone in the Galaxy weapons, or warships. The Force can be a powerful tool and a dangerous weapon. It - is like a person, and I believe it wants good things. But it's not perfectly good, and it can't turn its users to perfect goodness."
"Another reason is that the Force does not have just one nature. Jedi have found within the force much light and goodness and healing; but in our studies and meditation we've also perceived darkness and pain, hatred and jealousy, and the desire to lash out and hurt. It has what we call a Dark Side."
"The Jedi code prohibits attachment, both to material things and to other people. What exactly is meant by attachment is naturally a subject of some debate. And attachment is not necessarily a negative emotional or cognitive force, in my opinion; but the Jedi tradition holds, and I don't disagree, that it's a vector by which the Dark Side of the Force can influence your thoughts and feelings, and a very dangerous one for Force-users. My own interpretation is that attachment becomes dangerous, as a state of mind and as a vector for allowing the Dark Side to influence you, when it moves you to act and gain power primarily for the purpose of controlling the people and things to which you are attached."
"Attachment can be a motivator to take control of things or people, if you're afraid they'll leave you or disappear," Qui-Gon says. "It doesn't have to be, but you might say it's a risk factor. And the Jedi believe it's a much greater risk factor for people more in touch with the Force, and therefore more able to be swayed by the Dark Side."
"It grants you power," Qui-Gon says, "and in some ways that power is easier to obtain than that of the rest of the Force. But it also changes the way you feel and think. It amplifies your negative emotions and turns them toward less productive, more destructive ends."
"It is," he says. "In some ways it's a cruel fate to be Force-Sensitive, as it makes us more susceptible to the Dark Side. Many Jedi find that stricter interpretations of the Order's codes of conduct can be helpful in resisting it's influence, even if they feel rigid and restrictive at first. But I don't believe that they are the only such tool."
He considers her.
"My suspicion is that you in particular can do very well for yourself by nurturing and cleaving to your positive values, more than submitting to forbiddances. I believe that codes restricting one's behavior are healthiest and most effective when they are chosen for oneself, in a safe and reflective state of mind, then when imposed by authority."
"Things to move toward, rather than away from. You freed Gardulla's slaves not because you were forbidden from doing otherwise, but because you valued their freedom. I arrested Gardulla rather than killing her not because I am forbidden from killing, but because I value treating even the worst people as well as you can, given your circumstances. In each of these cases we were moved forward not by a negative prohibition against inaction, but by our positive desire for a better future than the one our present had in store. This distinction is at the core of much Jedi thought. Many of us are suspicious of positive values, because the Dark Side finds it easier to twist the urge to act toward ill ends than it does to so corrupt an oath not to act in certain ways. But I think positive values are important to embrace, where it is safe to do so; and I think some people are better led toward the light by embracing them. Complacency might not be the favorite tool of the Dark Side of the Force, but it is certainly a tool of injustice."