Secluded bit of beach (yes, there's still some left, shhh) [afternoon]

[sith_happened]

Rory had met Padmé and had liked her. His namesake, deceased, grandson was somewhere on the island.

Anakin needed peace, and he found himself on a familiar spot of beach--the place he'd come when he was a teenager and had found the crashing waves soothing.

He closed his eyes, reached out into the Force, and tried to find calm.

[OOC: Also open, though expecting one.]

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[nonelikemesince.livejournal.com]

"Do you? I thought you'd have heard a lot about him at least. He's part of the family as much as we are." Anakin paused. "Were, in our case."

[sith_happened]

"I met him when I was nine," Anakin said with a fond look on his face. "He used to belong to your grandmother."

[nonelikemesince.livejournal.com]

"Force, he really is part of the family," Anakin blurted out. "I hadn't realized that."

[sith_happened]

"Yeah, canon is unimaginative that waySo's Threepio," Anakin replied. "I built him from scrap metal in my spare time when I was a slave on Tatooine."

As you do.

[nonelikemesince.livejournal.com]

"Stupid canon. Then they'd better take extra good care of him," Anakin began, but he frowned. "You were a slave?"

Why it hadn't occurred to him to look more into the history of the man who became Darth Vader, rather than dwell on the legacy of Vader, he wasn't sure.

[sith_happened]

He nodded. "I did my best to wipe that from the histories, but yes, at the time Tatooine was Hutt-controlled territory."