Wald is a rodian who was a friend in the early life of Anakin Skywalker. He took over the shop when Watto retired.

He's a junk dealer, in the cities of Mos Eisley and Mos Espa on Tatooine. When Anakin Skywalker was a little boy, he worked here as well as his mother. Anakin and Wald worked as mechanics while Shmi was just a simple worker. The catch phrase is "What do you want?" or "Hi chuba da nago?" in Huttese. The shop's best customers are Jawas who are always looking for salvage.

It is well-stocked despite being one of the city's smallest businesses. Watto based much of his business on his dealings with Jawas, and only accepted Tatooinian currency. Wald took on a higher view and created a second shop for any outlander. The top of the shop features a bell-shaped apex, which Watto built to resemble the nest from his homeworld.

Ayanna walked into the the sandy junkshop. For the moment it was deserted. Her top lip curled in disgust, realising that the "junk" here was certainly more than 30 years old atleast......

She pushed her hand onto a pile of bolts that lay on the counter, smashing them onto the floor with a metalic clang that rang through the shop.

Wald stumbled from the stairs to check out what is going on here.

"Hey are you going to pay for those, young lady" The Rodian said.

Wald grew from a little boy to a very tall Rodian. He grew much stronger than the fiersome family member known as Greedo...but Wald knowing Watto's past didn't want to do much with the Hutts.

"Not likely...... I was merely tired of waiting. You should always remember the customer is always right...." She grinned.

"I'm here regarding information about this..... "shop's" former owner..... Watto...... Do you still have records from his time?"

Wald looked in surprise

Why did this girl want to know about Watto?!

"Why are you interested in that loser! He couldn't survive without his slaves and he was a terrible gambler! I can tell you much about him, but I don't think it would entertain you...his life is a boring story..."

Wald walked over to the desk and picked up the bolts, Ayanna dropped. Then he faced her again.

"So I think if you don't want to buy something, you should leave, outlander!"

Wald picked up the same arrogance, Watto had in his years as a junkdealer.

"His life may be boring to you, then again, what do you know....... Actually, what DO you know of him? Do you have any of his old records? If you show me then I will reward you handsomly. You have my word......"

Wald moves forward with his head down, thinking of the past.

"No...I destroyed all his records...I hated him, so I wanted to erase him almost. There are only a few who know of his life...that being me and some other people who he kept in slavery. This shop was his life, he almost never left it...only for betting on the Podraces...he wasn't the winner especially when a Jedi came by...then he almost lost everything...But he was just too stupid to see through the Jedi...what he was up to!"

"Jedi? Which Jedi are you speaking of?"

She stepped closer.

Wald thinks for a second.

"I don't really remember his name...only how he looked like. A tall man with a strong beard and long hair...His name was something with "Jinn"...He left off with Anakin...a friend of mine...he was very interested in him. He was very sad to leave his mother. Watto mentioned once that Anakin returned for his mother. It's just a pity I never saw him that moment...I never saw him again after he left with that Jedi."

"You knew Anakin Skywalker?"

She pushed up against him, which could've really been taken either way you look at it.

"Tell me EVERYTHING you know about him....." She said with her lips just infront of his

Wald pushed her back

"Hey! What's wrong with you...and why the sudden interest in Anakin too! As a matter of fact...what is there to tell...There's not much interesting I can tell you about him either...He was a slave boy...good podracer...then that Jedi took him from his mother...I heard he returned hear when he was to become a Jedi...and of course everybody knew him as a war hero during the Clone Wars. And well...you know the rest...he died just as most of the Jedi..."

Wald paused thinking about his old friend

"He was my friend...I couldn't believe that he was killed in the purge...I don't believe one word that he like the other Jedi were traitors to the Republic...It's just lies of the Empire...Well as long as they keep their nose out of my business, they can have the galaxy..."

She didn't care if Anakin was a friend or foe to Wald, to her Anakin would always be her enemy.

"What happened to his mother? Did he have any brothers or sisters?"

She realised if she pushed too much Wald could sense that she was being threatening than being just playful so she began to back off.

"I can't tell you why I am interested, but I have a close link with him, and I need to know if it is true...."

She hoped that this suggestion would maybe lead him to conclude that she was in one way or another related to Anakin, perhaps a distant cousin.

Wald was suspicious especially why she didn't want to reveal her intentions.

"You? Related to Ani?! I don't recall him saying something about having a family...he only had his mother who was killed by Tusken Raiders. I saw her grave in the hope to see Anakin again after 10 years, but when I arrived I was too late. I talked to his half-brother...he told me what he was doing on Tatooine."

Wald sighed.

"He was my best friend, but that Jedi robbed him from me...He was never meant to be a Jedi! He was meant to stay here, with his mother and his friends! Now he's dead...so just give it up what you are looking for cause you'll only meet a dead end..."

Ayanna listened to what he had said, she too wished Anakin had never left Tatooine, but not for his sake, but for that of her grandmother's.

"I'm not sure if I am related to him, if I am then it is very distant, but still..... Wouldn't you want to know if you were related to such a great man?"

SHe bit her tongue in saying those words, but she had to find out more, and this was the best information she'd had from anyone so far.

"You said he had a half-brother? Where is he now?"

Wald was getting annoyed...This girl was asking too many questions, so he answered what he could just to get rid of her.

"Yes! He has a moisture farm on the far site of Mos Eisley. I believe his name is Lars...I don't know anything more, so unless you are interested to buy something, I suggest you leave immediatly!"

Wald turned around and went to the junkyard.

"People have to work, you know!"

She bowed slightly as he turned from her.

"If your information is not...... valid, then you can expect to see me again......"

She now had a place and a name, how perfect.

She left the old junkshop, and immediately headed for her ship.

A shabby Tatooinian slum boy entered the Junkshop.

Wald looked at the filthy clothes he wore.

- Speak your business, young one, he said calmly.

- I recon you're Wald? the boy asked in perfect Tatooinian.
How's the betting going?

Wald froze a moment, then answered, now very on guard.

- Ay, kid, you must be mistakin' me for someone else.
I ain't into ant shady stuff, I'm clean. Why're you askin', kiddo?

Resei reconed Wald was alerted. He smiled one of his fake smiles.
Excactly what he had planned.

- Really? Man, that's a shame... Who can I then ask to place 50 credits in a race for me?, he said like to himself.
I even had a 25 credits for ya' if you would... But off course a decent man like yourself ain't into such S***...

(He said low sums so that he wouldn't seem to rich.)

He shock his head disappointed, and then went towards the exit.

- Ey, kiddo! Wait! Walds interest had been wakened, just like Resei had hoped.

- Why didn't you tell me at once? Off course, I aint' deep in it, but I can arrange for some of my... Contacts to place the bet for you... It will cost, however- My contacts gonna want some credits themselves, you know... If you'll come with me here, please...?

Wald smiled as he lead the foolish young slum boy towards the back of the shop.
Tricking moneys from innocent idiots was something he knew how to!

Resei almost laughed out aloud. His plan had worked so far... Just the trickiest part left. Getting the money. He wondered if he should silently take a sharp little piece of scrap metal whitout Wald recognising, and silently sneak it under his dirty clothing. It would perfectly hidden- no one could see any traces of it, and he could easily grab it and defend himself with or threat with it. IF it would be neccesary... But he decided against it. The boss had said no weapons, so if defending would be neccesary he had to trust his fists. And if Wald refused but didn't attack, he had the money to persuade him... It would hopefully not be neccesary anyway...

As soon as they got to the back of the shop Wald spoke:

- Now, kiddo, what may you offer me for this?

- I don't have much, I'm in deep S***, if you get it... I need the money! I can't offer you much more than 25 credits besides those 50 for the bet...

He did his best to seem like a poor slum boy who needed moneys.
It went well, he felt, as he had experienced that back on Coruscant...

- I don't know... 25 credits for me and my contacts seem a little to low, won't you agree? He smiled sly. The game had begun.

- Yes, perhaps... How much do you need? As a minimum? Please, man, I realy need those credits!

- Well, he said as if he was considering it. He already had the answere ready.
Oki, kiddo. Here's the deal. To place fifty credits in a race we would need... 40 credits. Atleast!

- 40 credits??!! Resei played shocked.
Please man- I can't afford more than 30!
He hoped he sounded desperat enough.

- Well- I could perhaps arrange it for 37 credits...

- 32?

- Hmm... 35. Last offer

Resei took a deep breath.

- Oki, then. 35 credits it is... Here you go

He pulled up a total of 85 credits from a dirty pocket. He paused a little looking at them. Then he sighed, and managed to look everything else than eager to give them away.

- Now, that wasn't so hard, was it? Wald said as he smiled.
Who shall I put the 50 credits on?
He hoped Resei would say a bad racer, so that he could keep all the moneys himself. If he chose a good one, he had to pay him something for not winning, or simply sabotage his vehicle.

- Wald, Wald, Wald, Resei said with a smile.
Does 6 grand sound familiar? Yes, they sent me to get the 6000 credits. Will you pay freely? Or will I be having to force you?

Wald looked stupid at him before he understood what had just happened. He smiled slightly before he answered...

- OKi, then, kiddo. You've got me. I guess you aren't as unarmed as you look... So no reason to refuse... Here's the bloody 6 grand. Take it and disappear. I have real customers I have to deal with.

Resei almost laughed out aloud again. So easy!
He accepted the 6000 credits.

He stared at Wald without moving.

- What?? You've gained th money... Ah, the money, he realised.

Resei smiled as he received his own 85 credits.

- Oki, then, since you were so cooperative I'll let you keep 50 credits yourself. He gave back 50 credits and smiled.
Just don't give me any reason to... Go and see you again, ole' man

He smiled and left the junkshop with more money than he had ever seen.

Once outside he went straight to the hangers.
He wanted to go back to his moisture farm, but denied the thought.
Business now.
Nemesis later...

a Rodian was stood behind a desk, putting some old droid batteries on a wall behind him.
"What can i do you for?" The Rodian asked.
"Im hiding from some thugs, but i do like the look of that".
Zen pointed to an R2 unit, it appeared to be a bit rusted and Zen noticed it didnt have much of a paint job the normal R2 units have it was all plain white.
"Ahh yes, i will activate it for you and you can see what you think".

As the Rodian hit the power button the droid beeped loudly and then from its mid section the droid started spurting out sparks and screeching.
"ARGH SITH SPIT!" the Rodian yelled, "ive been working on that for weeks, if Ani was still arround he would of done it, if you still want it i can repair it for you and you can come back some time".
Zen was not put off he still liked the little droid, "Yes of course i'll come back next time i visit the city".

Zen left the shop laughing, as he took a few steps down the street he overheard some smugglers talking at the side, "i've got..... Yavin IV...... 'el Base....... Organa himself....."
"you sure...... Its risky........... If... Imperials.....Rebels.... you'll....dead"

WHAT, Zen thought to himself, Yavin IV its deserted, unless that guy was talking about delivering to the alliance, no way, i have to get to Yavin IV

After hearing the smugglers Zen made his way quickly to the Hangars.