(A mash up idea that may or may not go anywhere)
The slave woman looked up from sorting junk and looked at the large muscular man in brown robes and odd eyewear. “Yes.”
The man drew a DL-44 and aimed it at her head. Shmi raised her hands in fear to cover her face as she shut her eyes, when there was a snap-hiss and a flash of blue light. She opened her eyes cautiously as the man’s arm was severed right through the forearm revealing melted metal and fried circuits. He turned his attention to the young man standing there with a lightsaber.
“Come with me if you want to live!” The man extended his hand, instinctively Shmi took it and they ran. The cyborg tossed the workshop table aside with its functioning hand before scooping up its amputated limb.
“What’s going on here?” shouted Watto the flying toydarian as he hovered into his shop. The cyborg backhanded him across the room with the severed limb causing the little flying creature to splat against the wall before chasing after the fleeing pair.
“What is going on?” yelled Shmi as she was pulled along through the Mos Espa markets.
“Down!” he cried as he pushed her to the floor, bolts of laser fire narrowly missing her head. He brought the lightsaber up and parried a few away as he scanned his surroundings as the now one armed machine man lumbered forward pumping shot after shot at them. With deft skill he parried away the shots then slashed the reins of a startled nearby bantha then slapped it on the shaggy rump with the hot plasma blade; the sand beast reared up and charged towards their would be assassin whilst causing chaos and an excellent diversion. The man grabbed Shmi’s arm and hauled her to her feet.
“I'm Kyle Reese. Sergeant Tech-Com, DN38416. Assigned to protect you. You've been targeted for termination.”
“But I’m just a slave!” said Shmi as she pulled her arm away.
Kyle stopped, staring at her in disbelief. “You are so much more than just a slave. We need to get as far away from here as we can.”