After just over half an hour of hiking in the desert, they arrived at Mos Espa, the first thing to notice is the wide variety of different breeds coming and going, in addition to some animals resembling dinosaurs, others looking like giant goats.
'' Mostly moisture factories, '' Qui-Gon says, referring to houses that appear to be made of sand, 'In addition to some native species, the majority of the people you see now are scrap dealers and thieves, spaceport as these are not easy places to live, but certainly a great place for those who want to hide ''.
Walking through the sandy streets of Mos Espa, they found some open stalls along the streets, some open shops and some canteens, but the most notable thing so far was the great arena of Mos Espa, with the capacity to gather over 100,000 spectators, was where Pod Racing happened, but it was currently empty.
" huff...huff...very...huff... my lungs feel on fire." Said Padme as she panted for air. Her muscles have deteriorated during the latest weeks at frightening speed as she gained extra pounds in fat.
Jinn couldn't quite believe it, but he supposed that every handmaiden doesn't get enough exercise every now and then, he shrugged. He wasn't about to start arguing with Padme about it. If she was happy and proud to be so fat and out of shape, then let her be.
'' Let's look for a smaller dealer '', Qui-Gon's voice takes Padme out of her thoughts, then they head towards a store that could easily be mistaken for a 'junkyard'. (A/N In my language we have a better word for it, so I wrote junkyard.)
"Are you sure this is a good place? It's falling apart," Padme says
"We will get a lot of attention if we go to a big store with an order for a Nubian ship," he replies.
Entering the small store, a toydarian, that we know to be Watto welcomes them, looking closely, they are a little surprised and confused at how he can support his weight with those small wings.
"I want parts for a Nubian J-327," Qui-Gon says directly.
'' Hmmm, a Nubian huh ?, we have a lot of them '', he says in the common language of the galaxy, while narrowing his eyes, greed can be seen in those yellow eyes, he probably sees us as rich people who can be easily fooled, he then he starts shouting towards the back of the store in an alien language I understand what he says, but I can't identify what language it is, and soon a little boy comes running, he has light blond hair and blue eyes.
'' My droid here has the list of what we need, '' Qui-gon says as he points to R2-D2.
Padme is staring rather intensely at Anakin, she is not subtly at all.
"You know with you staring at me like that one would start to wonder," Anakin says directing his voice towards Padme.
Padme blushes a bit either because of the heat or something else before recomposing herself. "O, sorry I was impolite. Hello, my name is Padme." Of course, her training did help her in this situation to avoid any awkwardness.
"Hello Padme, my name is Anakin Skywalker."
" you are beautiful, are you pregnant?" asked Anakin. placing a hand on her stuffed belly. He also began doing circles.
Padme blushed in embarrassment but replied, " No! I-I just ate a lot before coming here, the latest times have been stressful but I'm getting through."
"oh, well you look very beautiful like this" he responded.
Padme smiled with a red face, but it´s hard to tell if it was from the heat or something else.
Looking around, one could see that Anakin and Padme are talking. Besides one can see Padme is interested in the child, so the master Jedi continue his dealings.
After a few minutes with no results, Qui-Gon returns with a small frown on his face. "We should go," he says simply.
"It was nice to meet you, Anakin," Padme says as she follows Qui-Gon as she cradled her fat belly and flashed a smile to him.
Watto muttering in the background, something about republic money and mental tricks, while Jar Jar seems to be juggling and dropping some pieces, this guy is clumsy.
Leaving the Watto store, Qui-Gon seems to be lost in thoughts, "What happened, Jedi master?", Padme asks
'' It looks like we can't use the money from the republic here, we have to find another form of payment, '' he says as he takes the communication out of his clothes, '' wait here for a minute, I'm going to talk to Obi-Wan '', he says and goes out into an alley to have privacy.
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