HOLA! Sorry it took me so long to get back! But I've been busy with Band Camp and lah-dee-dah! Anyways, let's move on to the story!
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Chapter Nine
Isuura sat up in her hospital bed, slowly drinking a glass of yokel. The bandages across her chest and stomach constricted her, making her breathing rugged. She tried to meditate and ease her nerves, yet so many things were buzzing about her head at one time.
Too many questions were racing through her thoughts. Were Padme and the twins safe? What would become of Boba Fett? Was Anakin truly lost to the dark side? Would the Jedi finally confront Palpatine and jail him?
Isuura sat on the edge of the bed where her legs dangled over the side. The room instantly began to spin. Isuura massaged her temples with a cry of pain. The throbbing in her torso had disappeared. But now, she had a terrible headache.
She stumbled to her feet, grabbing her nightstand for extra support. She crossed the room to a mirror that hung from the wall and looked at herself.
Isuura's hair was, once more, in a tight braid, spiraling down to her mid-back. She wore a pair of blue slacks. The only thing covering her entire upper body was the bandages. There were dark circles under her eyes, and her face was paler than the three moons.
She took a quick glance over her shoulder to see if she was being watched. No one was there, and Isuura started removing the bandages near her stomach.
It didn't take long before her bruised flesh appeared. The area around her ribcage was purple and coarse. When she placed a delicate finger on the spot, she winced. Her broken ribs were still not fully healed.
Suddenly, Isuura heard the door creak open. She whirled around to find that a young boy had entered the room. She watched him as he made his way to Boba Fett's bed. Isuura could only surmise that the boy was Fett's son.
The boy was about the age of seven or eight, with short, brown hair. His eyes were a pair of glassy, blue orbs that resembled the sea. Isuura couldn't help but notice that the boy had many scars down his arms and legs.
Isuura returned to her bed and put her robe on to conceal herself. For the first time since he entered, the boy looked at Isuura.
"Hello." He said quietly.
"Hello…" Isuura began hesitantly. "He's your father, isn't he?" The boy nodded and squeezed his father's hand tenderly. Isuura felt an ache in her heart, and a lump came to her throat.
"This isn't the life my father wanted." The boy told her. "He only became a bounty hunter to support our family. He was desperate to feed me and himself. He also wanted some sort of job, so we could have a little extra money."
Isuura positioned herself to where she was on her back, gazing at the ceiling.
"Does it ever bother him… killing people?" She questioned. The boy didn't respond immediately. But, when he did, the answer was quite unexpected.
"He hated killing people. But he did whatever it took to make a living." The boy answered. Isuura's eyes widened, and she slowly sat back up.
"I'm just worried about what our future is. Now that he's…" The boy trailed off, a single tear rolling down his cheek. Isuura took a considerate sip of yokel and cleared her throat.
"If your father is that determined, it sounds like he will return to normal in no time." She assured the boy. The boy glowered at her.
"You're one to talk. It's your fault that he's this way." He said coldly. Isuura shut her eyes tightly. Those words couldn't be truer…
"I'm sorry for what I have done to him." She apologized with utmost sincerity. Surprisingly, the boy shook his head.
"My father killed your mother, right? I guess you can say that you two are even. That's what he taught me: Life is about getting even with your enemies." The boy explained. Isuura placed her yokel down gently.
"For a bounty hunter, yes. But, that's not necessarily true for others." She told him. The boy began licking his lips and gripping the railings of his father's bed.
"I plan on being just like him. That's my only goal in this life; to finish what my father started… no matter what he started." The boy said seriously. "I plan on living a life of getting even."
"Something tells me that's not what you really want."
The boy's eyebrow furrowed. "I'm the only one that knows what I want. You have no clue. So don't pretend that you do, Jedi."
Isuura smiled. "Well, you are definitely smarter than others your age. No one knows you better than you. That much is certain."
"Then why're you telling me not to want what I truly want?" The boy asked impatiently. Isuura clasped her hands together and sighed.
"You have to BE SURE that getting even is what you really want to do. I see confliction within you. You wish to follow in your father's footsteps, but I've noticed that you also want something much different for yourself."
"And what's that?"
Isuura looked at the boy with extreme focus. Her eyes penetrated his, as though she were seeking reason. The boy had reason. He just didn't notice it inside of himself.
"You want to step out of your father's shadow. You want to be known for YOUR greatness, not his. You don't want to be exactly like him. You want to be his opposite." Isuura said straightforwardly.
The boy's eyes widened. His tough exterior collapsed, the barrier of stubbornness that surrounded him faded away. The boy knew that Isuura was right. He wanted nothing more but to separate himself from his father.
The boy looked at Boba Fett. There was nothing of his father left. Just a disfigured face and a crippled body. His father's legacy wasn't a legacy at all. It was an infamy. The boy then realized that he didn't want to be remembered as the son of a failure, the son of the defeated.
He looked at Isuura and nodded. "Um… thank you. You have… taught me a very valuable and important lesson today, Jedi."
"You can call me Isuura." She replied warmly. The boy nodded and saluted to her.
"I'm Sentara." He said. Slowly, he made his way to the door and exited the infirmary. Isuura smiled and leaned back against her pillows.
"You have to be sure of what you really want to do, huh?" She said to herself. She sunk down in the pillows a little more and gulped a mouthful of yokel.
I know what I want… I couldn't be more sure… she thought.
Without warning, there was a brisk knocking on the door. Dr. Dena Koresh entered the room quickly and shut the door tightly. He shoved the key into the lock and bolted the door closed.
"Doctor… is something wrong?" Isuura inquired worriedly. Dr. Koresh whipped around and looked at Isuura with a frightened look in his eyes.
"A group of Jedi… is waiting to take Boba Fett to prison. I tried to convince them that he needed more recovery time… but… they didn't listen." The doctor huffed and puffed. "They're so eager, they might just bust the door down."
Isuura laughed and waved her hand.
"Let them in, Doctor. I will speak to them." She declared. The doctor was very doubtful at first, but then, he unsecured the door.
Obi-Wan, Mace Windu, and Yoda walked in.
"Isuura!" Obi-Wan exclaimed. He rushed over to her and cupped her face in his hands. "How are you feeling?"
"I am fine, Master. Now, why are you three in such a hurry to arrest Boba Fett?" Isuura responded. Windu approached the two.
"We do not intend to arrest Fett at all. It was an excuse to get out of the Jedi Council meeting to see you, Isuura." Windu clarified.
"Glad to see that you are well, I am." Yoda said. Isuura nodded in appreciation. Then, her face suddenly fell grim and her voice became very serious.
"So… where's Anakin?" She asked.
"With the Chancellor, as always." Obi-Wan replied sadly. "I think… he has finally decided to become the Chosen One of the dark side."
"Which leaves me as the Chosen One of light?" Isuura pressed.
"Yes… yes, that's correct." Obi-Wan said. Windu and Yoda both bowed their heads, knowing that many battles between Isuura and Anakin would now take place. In order to save the Force, Isuura would have no choice but to face Anakin.
Isuura understood many things that she wanted. She wanted her mother back, she wanted Sentara to live a happy life away from his father, and she wanted to restore balance to the Force...
But, there was something else…
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Yes, I know that Boba Fett's son is nothing like I described him in this chapter. But, whatever! Leave some reviews, please? –DeathRow609
