Disclaimer: I do not own ANYTHING in Star Wars!!! ANYTHING!!! You hear
me? ANYTHING!! NOTHING!! NADA!! ZIP! ZERO!! I am NOT George Lucas. I
did not create the galaxy that created the BEST move series in history. So
don't sue me…
Soooo… this is the outcome of TOOOOOOO much sugar…. Yep, yessirie! TTTTOOOO mmmuuuccchh sssuuugggaaaarrrr. Heh! So, this is strange, and there will be violence in other chapters, but I'll probably let you know BEFORE you read.
Chapter 1
Boba Fett sat pondering in the cockpit of his ship, when a startling thought inched it's way into his carefully composed mind. He had touched it briefly before a long time ago, but had avoided it since. It was a frightening thought to him for no more than a second, but then he decided it would smooth over soon enough. The thought was, indeed, the fact that he was not timeless, and he was getting old. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, and gazed out at the stars. He would not live forever, he knew, and he felt that ancient instinct that was engraved deep into the nature every being from the beginning of life: the will to continue his own genes, to make another like himself. His father had felt this primal instinct, and now he did too. What would the galaxy be without a Fett anyhow? (a lot less interesting that's for sure) His impassive mind had no interest in romance or anything of the sort; not a chance, and he knew it. He sighed, knowing the only reasonable answer. Boba Fett set the hyperspace coordinates and watched as the stars streaked into blurs and Slave I shot into hyperspace.
The water planet loomed before the bounty hunter ship as it soared toward the sparsely colonized ocean. Slave I hailed to land in Tipoca City, and his request was granted almost instantly. He slid Slave I onto the landing platform, remembering how he had been so eager to fly the ship in his younger years. The memory was over in a few seconds, for he could hardy remember it. 'Am I really that old, or have I forgotten?' he thought, shaking his head. He climbed out of his ship and into the poring rain. The huge drops of moisture splattering on his visor as he strode to the doors of the cloning city.
"Boba!" When Boba Fett entered the complex, he was greeted instantly with a familiar voice. He turned and looked up into the dazzling, galaxy filled eyes of an old Kaminoan. "Such a pleasure to see you once again."
"Hullo Tuan We. I see you're still in your feet."
"Well, my profession is not as dangerous as yours. We have heard of you here from clients from around the galaxy. Your father would be proud."
"Thanks." Boba did not want to think of his father now. He was a businessman now, and not the child Tuan We had last seen. "I want to see the Prime Minister, I have some business to do."
Boba Fett sat with the new Prime Minister in one of the strange chairs they had there. He was past the expenses and onto the housing difficulties. Things used to be a lot easier, but the Kaminoans had become stricter, with the Empire and all; but of course, the Empire was attempting to nurse its wounds and the Republic was building up once again. The Kaminoans didn't know this, obviously, but Boba didn't bother to correct them, it would insult.
"So," the Prime Minister folded his fingers together and regarded the bounty hunter again. "You want a living quarters for two, and the freedom to come and go as you please, with or without the clone."
"Yes. That is my offer, and it will stand." Boba sat back and folded his arms over his armor, careful not to set off his rocket launcher.
"I will think of it. That is a considerable offer and the price your offering is quite low for that much, but acceptable. You will be given living quarters for one in the meantime, if you wish to stay." The Prime Minister gave a side-long glance at the intimidating figure sitting in the chair near him. "Or perhaps you would prefer to stay in contact, you could leave until the decision is made."
"I will stay here."
"As you wish. Tuan We, please show him out."
Tuan We lead Boba Fett down a corridor and opened a door to a one human living space. Boba looked around, studying the space. He stepped in and turned back to Tuan We.
"Who else is here?"
"I suspected you would be cautious, so I took the liberty to get you the latest comings and goings." The tall being handed Fett a readout database of, like she said, the latest comings and goings in Tipoca City. The door hissed shut as the bounty hunter walked into the quarters, looking at the readout. Everything was fine. The few other clients had left just a few Standard Time Units before he had gotten there. He nodded, then commenced in scanning the room for spy devices, and found none.
He would not take off his armor, he just took off the large weapons, and kept the small gadgets and his blaster-rifle with him. His mind was working for another barter with the Prime Minister if his original plan didn't work out. He sat back in a chair and drifted into a semi-sleep, waiting with endless patience for the reply.
So? You like? I hope you like! please review, I wanna know what you peoples think of my endless Fett stories…they go on and on and on and on and on and on and on, just like the Energizer bunny!!! Hee hee! I mean, like, the stories don't go on, but the subject of Fett in stories goes on…if that made ANY sense, I'll be impressed with you…. Well, that's the first chap, but I got more planned!
Soooo… this is the outcome of TOOOOOOO much sugar…. Yep, yessirie! TTTTOOOO mmmuuuccchh sssuuugggaaaarrrr. Heh! So, this is strange, and there will be violence in other chapters, but I'll probably let you know BEFORE you read.
Chapter 1
Boba Fett sat pondering in the cockpit of his ship, when a startling thought inched it's way into his carefully composed mind. He had touched it briefly before a long time ago, but had avoided it since. It was a frightening thought to him for no more than a second, but then he decided it would smooth over soon enough. The thought was, indeed, the fact that he was not timeless, and he was getting old. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, and gazed out at the stars. He would not live forever, he knew, and he felt that ancient instinct that was engraved deep into the nature every being from the beginning of life: the will to continue his own genes, to make another like himself. His father had felt this primal instinct, and now he did too. What would the galaxy be without a Fett anyhow? (a lot less interesting that's for sure) His impassive mind had no interest in romance or anything of the sort; not a chance, and he knew it. He sighed, knowing the only reasonable answer. Boba Fett set the hyperspace coordinates and watched as the stars streaked into blurs and Slave I shot into hyperspace.
The water planet loomed before the bounty hunter ship as it soared toward the sparsely colonized ocean. Slave I hailed to land in Tipoca City, and his request was granted almost instantly. He slid Slave I onto the landing platform, remembering how he had been so eager to fly the ship in his younger years. The memory was over in a few seconds, for he could hardy remember it. 'Am I really that old, or have I forgotten?' he thought, shaking his head. He climbed out of his ship and into the poring rain. The huge drops of moisture splattering on his visor as he strode to the doors of the cloning city.
"Boba!" When Boba Fett entered the complex, he was greeted instantly with a familiar voice. He turned and looked up into the dazzling, galaxy filled eyes of an old Kaminoan. "Such a pleasure to see you once again."
"Hullo Tuan We. I see you're still in your feet."
"Well, my profession is not as dangerous as yours. We have heard of you here from clients from around the galaxy. Your father would be proud."
"Thanks." Boba did not want to think of his father now. He was a businessman now, and not the child Tuan We had last seen. "I want to see the Prime Minister, I have some business to do."
Boba Fett sat with the new Prime Minister in one of the strange chairs they had there. He was past the expenses and onto the housing difficulties. Things used to be a lot easier, but the Kaminoans had become stricter, with the Empire and all; but of course, the Empire was attempting to nurse its wounds and the Republic was building up once again. The Kaminoans didn't know this, obviously, but Boba didn't bother to correct them, it would insult.
"So," the Prime Minister folded his fingers together and regarded the bounty hunter again. "You want a living quarters for two, and the freedom to come and go as you please, with or without the clone."
"Yes. That is my offer, and it will stand." Boba sat back and folded his arms over his armor, careful not to set off his rocket launcher.
"I will think of it. That is a considerable offer and the price your offering is quite low for that much, but acceptable. You will be given living quarters for one in the meantime, if you wish to stay." The Prime Minister gave a side-long glance at the intimidating figure sitting in the chair near him. "Or perhaps you would prefer to stay in contact, you could leave until the decision is made."
"I will stay here."
"As you wish. Tuan We, please show him out."
Tuan We lead Boba Fett down a corridor and opened a door to a one human living space. Boba looked around, studying the space. He stepped in and turned back to Tuan We.
"Who else is here?"
"I suspected you would be cautious, so I took the liberty to get you the latest comings and goings." The tall being handed Fett a readout database of, like she said, the latest comings and goings in Tipoca City. The door hissed shut as the bounty hunter walked into the quarters, looking at the readout. Everything was fine. The few other clients had left just a few Standard Time Units before he had gotten there. He nodded, then commenced in scanning the room for spy devices, and found none.
He would not take off his armor, he just took off the large weapons, and kept the small gadgets and his blaster-rifle with him. His mind was working for another barter with the Prime Minister if his original plan didn't work out. He sat back in a chair and drifted into a semi-sleep, waiting with endless patience for the reply.
So? You like? I hope you like! please review, I wanna know what you peoples think of my endless Fett stories…they go on and on and on and on and on and on and on, just like the Energizer bunny!!! Hee hee! I mean, like, the stories don't go on, but the subject of Fett in stories goes on…if that made ANY sense, I'll be impressed with you…. Well, that's the first chap, but I got more planned!