Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Star Wars other than a video game and a book. I do own my character Kysha. Please don't sue me as the only things of worth I own are my Bible and my copy of Lord of the Rings.

A/N: I apologize for how long this took. I will try and post a chapter next week. Thank you to the wonderful people who are reading this story.

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Boba sat quietly beside a berth in his ship, helmet in his lap. This was the only room aside from his own on the ship. He did not remember why he had told the builders to add it. The little girl lay, still unconscious, on the bed now, so he supposed he should be glad he had added it after all. He had briefly considered putting her into one of his holding cages but then decided against it. He knew there was a bounty on her because there was simply no other reason for Bossk to be after her. But he didn't know by whom or where and he really preferred to have the girl cooperate. The last time one of his bounties had inadvertently led him to taking a child prisoner the little boy had screamed for eight hours straight. If he had paused long enough to breath during that time Boba had certainly not heard. In the end he had sedated the child, misjudged the dose and been forced to make a detour to a medical center. The entire mess had resulted in being late to deliver his bounty and having to knock some credits off the price. The customer was angry at the delay but had been placated by the price reduction. He frowned ever so slightly at the memory, 'It will be much easier if the girl thinks I am trying to help her.'

The tiny figure shifted and turned her head once. Then she blinked a few times and opened her eyes. He saw her eyes slowly focus on the ceiling, then she turned her head and looked at him. He would have winced slightly in anticipation of her screams if he had his helmet on but he had taken it off hoping to frighten her less that way. To his surprise when she saw him she did not start screaming. She backed away from him until she hit the wall and she did not take her eyes off him but she also did not scream. When she got her back to the wall she looked him up and down; he had a feeling she was taking in every detail, then she looked away from him to closely examine her surroundings. He had seen some of his older quarries do this, the ones who had experience with fighting, with escaping and running, when they where trapped with nowhere to go. They would analyze their opponent and surroundings for any possible weaknesses or escape route. It was rather disconcerting to see this done by a child.

Having finished her inspection the little girl returned her attention to the bounty hunter in front of her. She cocked her head to one side and looked him straight in the eyes, "Where am I?"

He wasn't sure what reaction he had been expecting but that was not it. Still he saw no harm in telling her. He answered in a monotone instead of allowing his surprise to show in his voice, "You are aboard my ship, the Slave 1."

The girl wrinkled her nose up as she thought about this, she looked around the room again; this time with an expression and manner closer to childish curiosity. It made the bounty hunter feel better to see her do something that was expected of her age. "So what happens now?" Her gaze was once again fixed on him.

He looked at her trying to decide what to say to her, "You are going to stay on my ship for awhile. If you behave there won't be any problems."

The little girl frowned in confusion, "What am I supposed to do?" When she saw the faint matching frown on the Mandalorin's face she elaborated, "What am I supposed to do on your ship? You must have kidnaped me for a reason. Am I supposed to clean stuff? Am I supposed to cook?"

Boba Fett looked at the small child before him staring up at his face so intently. He hadn't honestly thought about what she was supposed to do while he went to collect his bounty and investigated why exactly Bossk wanted her. Usually he simply locked his captures in one of his holding cages and left. However the child had been calm so far and he really didn't want to mess that up. He decided to see what she could do. He figured she was probably wanted because of something her parents had done but she showed evidence of having spent time in the streets, so he wasn't completely sure. There was an off chance that the child was wanted because she showed signs of being extraordinary. He realized with a start that she was still sitting in front of him waiting for an answer. 'She has patience. That is good.'

"I may have you do some cleaning in the morning. It is late, get some sleep." He stood and left the room. As he turned to close and lock the door he looked back into the room. The girl was laying down already with her eyes closed. He raised an eyebrow, 'I wonder why she decided to obey me.' As he turned to leave he realized there was one question he still needed to ask, "What is your name?" She opened her eyes and looked at him.

"I don't know. I call myself Kysha." He then walked to the control room. He had a thought that he quickly suppressed as unworthy of a bounty hunter. But as he sat down in the piolet's chair it flashed into his mind again, unwanted, 'Am I really willing to turn over a five year old to some criminal because of what her parents did? She obviously doesn't remember them. Even more than that, am I truly alright with turning over this little girl to some crazy scientists because she has some unique ability that she is perhaps too young to even know about? She doesn't even know her name!'

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A/N:
Sorry this chapter is so short! Please let me know what you think. Any and all reviews are appreciated.