Summary : Boba Fett has been alone since his father's death, growing stronger and smarter in his solitude. Ashoka's body has been behaving oddly, and she finds it harder and harder to ignore the urges and desires she now feels, even though they are forbidden. When they meet up at a club, they never knew it would lead to a night of lust and passion spent in each other's arms. But that act of passion has more consiquences than they even knew. Now they are bound together for life, and Ashoka must choose between the mate that can give her everything she has ever wanted and desired, things even the Jedi order can't, and the Hedi Order to which she belongs. So is born Bounty Hunter Fett and the Dark Mistress.
Boba Fett checked his weapons one last time before nodding his head and left his ship. As he descended the ramp of his ship Slave one, he looked up and the night time sky of Corasuant and smiled. It had been a long time since he had been on this planet, and it always brought back fond memories of his father, Jango Fett. After the death of his father at the hands of Jedi Master Mace Windu, he had taken his father's armor, weapons and ship and had taken up his fathers trade, bounty hunting. And he was was good at it. He had also swore to avenge his father, but he knew that would have to wait until he was stronger and more experienced. But it will come. One day it will come and you will pay for what you did to my father, Mace Windu.
Enough reminiscing he thought to himself before striding forward and disappearing into the crowd. As he walked down the street the civilians ignored him. He was dressed in casual clothes, dark loose pants and a tight black shirt. He wasn't wearing his armor to blend in, though he still carried a small arsenal of weapons. His armor stood out to much, even the most ignorant of species recognized Mandalorian armor. The armor would have allowed him to move un-hindered, but it would also make him stand out and be was hear on a mission to assassinate a certain high ranking crime lord who was hiding in the bowls of the city's underworld. The bounty was high, the man had plenty of guards to provide a challenge and the bounty didn't have to be turned in until a month from now. All in all, the perfect job. One that Boba planed on enjoying.
He rented a fast speeder and tore off into the night sky, flying the the air at the speeder's max speed, swerving in between traffic lanes, passing speeders swearing and screaming at him as he charged head on towards them, all in all being an over all menace to society. As he laughed and felt the thrill of the adrenaline pumping through his veins, he wondered in the back of his mind what was happening to him. Normally he was calm, reserved, always controlled his emotions and never drew attention to himself. Yet here he was, acting like a kid. Aw, to hell with it. I just want to have some fun tonight. Little did he know just how much fun he would be having tonight.
Ahsoka p.o.v
Ahsoka sighed and clenched her fits in annoyance. She was sitting at a table in the corner of a club called the Divine Darkness in the lower parts of Corasuant. As she starred down at clenched hand, she tried to calm her racing heart. For the last couple of weeks, she had felt strange. Her body had been behaving strangely. She always felt restless and couldn't meditate at all and had taken to prowling the dark halls of the Jedi Temple restlessly. Hell, she could hardly stand still and she could barely sleep. She also couldn't stand bright light and any place that was quite seemed to unnerve her.
And worst of all was her mind and thoughts. She had recently begun to look at people in a new light. She had begun to notice some of the males at the temple and couldn't stop herself from notice how strong and handsome the looked. Even though she tried again and again to try and crush her thoughts, she couldn't stopped herself from thinking about them. When ever she did sleep, she was tormented by dreams of her doing things with those males, things that were forbidden to Jedi.
So finally she had started sneaking out of the temple when ever she could and coming to this club which one of her friends at the temple had told her about. The club was loud and dimly lit, and serve every kind of food or drink anyone could want. The strong drinks helped to calm her heart and the loud music, dim lights and dark corners seemed to help her feel at ease. At least, that's what she thought. If she had talked to one of the older Jedi, she would have learned that it was rare but some times Togruta females would go through a process where there body would change, forcing them to seek out a mate. Unlike normally though, when this rare occurrence occurred, the female would bond with her mate, and be bound to there mate for life. But that male would have to prove himself to her first, and show he could care for her and was strong enough protect her.
Ashoka heard a crash and swearing as well as the sound of yelling. Wondering what was going on she downed her drink and made her way through the crowd to see what was going on. As she pushed through the crowed, she finally reached the edge and pushed her way through and stopped in mind shock and surprise. A young teenage boy was fighting against a group of thugs. What surprised Ashoka was that all the males were full grown and much larger and stronger than him, and there were quite a few of them. Ashoka looked down at the floor and was even more surprised to see the floor littered with half a dozen bodies, none moving. He already took out six grown males and is going head to head with even more? Who is this boy?
Ashoka looked up and studied the teenager. He was a few inches taller than her and looked to be about 15. Like me a voice in the back of her head said. He was wearing loose dark pants and had a tight black shirt that showed off his chest and arms. As Ashoka stared at his chest and arms she couldn't help but to notice how the shirt was very tight, showing off just how muscular his chest was. And as she starred at his arms she saw him flex and watched the muscle on his arm bulge, making her heart race as her thoughts raced. As she starred she noticed his arms were covered in scars.
He's around my age but he looks like a veteran soldier. Damn he looks good. As she starred two men charged him from the front and one from behind. The one behind reached him first and swung his fist towards the boys face. The boy deflected the blow with his arms and stepped forward and jabbed his fist forward, slamming it into the mans gut. As he bent over in pain the boy chopped him on the back of the neck, knocking him out. Then with startling speed and coordination he spun and leaped into the air and spun, scissor kicking the two men in the head, sending them flying in opposite directions. As he landed the rest of the men attacked.
The boy closed his eyes and breather deeply before opening his eyes and burst into action. The first man leapt forward and punched in the throat before grabbing him by the shirt and spinning around, launching the man through the air and into two incoming men. The the boy did a back flip, landing behind two charging men, grabbed their necks and bashed their heads together. The sickening crunch of their bones crunching could be heard throughout the entire club. He dropped the two men and turned only to get punched in the face by another attacker. But as the man grinned and drew back his fist to punch him again the boy also grinned and spit a mouthful of blood into the mans eyes. As the man yelled the boy stepped forward and slammed his foot up between the mans legs and every man watching winced in pain, more than a few unconsciously covered themselves.
The boy turned and looked at the last three men. Blood was trickling out of his mouth and his cheek was bruised, but other than that he looked fine, he was even smiling! All around him were the bodies of 13 men, none were moving at all. Ashoka could only stare in wonder. He took out 13 grown males, each with only one or two blows, and only got hit once! And he did that without the force. If a Jedi got in a fist fight they would need to call upon the force to beet 13 men, and even then the would probably take as much damage if not more. Her thoughts were interrupted by a scream and she looked up to see the three remaining men had drawn blasters and were pointing them at the boy.
The one in the middle smiled and said in a loud voice. " You're tough kid, I'll give you that. But you now it's time to show you how a real man fights." A he lifted his blaster and the boy threw his back and roared with laughter! As everyone starred at the boy in confusion on of the men looked at each other and lowered their blasters and looked at the boy in confusion. The leader finally couldn't take it and asked. "Boy you must be crazy. What's so funny?" The boy smiled and chuckled before saying in a loud voice. "I laughed because you aren't real men. A real man wouldn't need 15 friends to beat up one 'kid' as you called me. A real man wouldn't need to use blasters. And a real man wouldn't draw a blaster because he lost a fight. You're not men, you're cowards." The was to much for the leader, who had been humiliated and insulted. He whipped his blaster back up. But before he could squeeze off a shot the boy's right hand whipped forward and three silver blurs shot threw the air and hit all three men in the head. The three men stood still for a moment before falling to the grown, a throwing knife sticking out of each of their foreheads. The club was completely silent as everyone starred in shock at what they had just witnessed. The boy calmly strode forward and yanked the knives out of the heads of the three dead men before head towards the bar.
As he strode forward the crowd parted for him, no one wanting to anger the young boy who had just beat 13 men with his bare hands and killed another three men with blasters at once using knives. As the boy reached the bar the music came back on and the crowed dispersed. A few people began helping the knocked out men back on their feet. The men looked at their dead comrades in fear and glanced at the person responsible. The young man turned away from the bar and looked at them. As the men starred at him, the boy drew his thumb across his through and grinned, his smile almost sadistic. The men all paled and began to stumble towards the exit, clearly wanting to get as far away from the deadly young man as possible.
Ashoka starred at the retreating men, her thoughts racing. In her mind memories of the fight played over and over again. Every blow, every strike and every move that the boy had made. As she watched them she began to remember how his muscles had flexed and bulged as the boy fought, and she remembered how strong he looked as he threw grown men around like they weighed nothing. She turned and starred at the young boy sitting at the bar by himself. As she starred at him her heart raced and her body felt as if it was on fire. She felt drawn to him, and before she knew it was was walking towards him, ignoring all those around her. As she sat down at the seat next to him she ordered a drink. A moment later the boy ordered one as well. As they both reached for their drinks their hands touched. They both pulled their hands back and looked at each other. As the boy stared at her he smiled and Ashoke felt her face warm up. She smiled and said. " Hi, my name is Ashoka." The boy grinned and said. " Hi. My names Boba Feet."
And so this chapter ends. Please review. This is my first Star Wars fanfic and would like you're ideas. Next time the sparks will be flying and flying heavy.