A/N: I'm back again with yet another Star Wars fiction, after a major writer's block. Hopefully, this will be good enough to get more reviews than my last Star Wars fiction! Enjoy.

Vengeance

1: Found

The relentless heat of the Geonosian sun continued to attack at Boba Fett, who was wandering around the stadium aimlessly for about the hundredth time. He could only glance helplessly at his dead father, with a few tears trickling down his cheeks. Of course, his sadness was deeper than his anger. Boba knew that he would die here sooner or later.

Everyone left without him, only because he had refused the aid of the clone troopers. The Jedi ignored him and his sorrow. He held utmost hatred towards the Jedi that had beheaded his father without another thought and in cold blood, and he had also happened to know the name of that Jedi.

If he were lucky enough to escape this wretched planet, Boba swore inwardly to himself that he would exact revenge on his father's death. Never mind that there were clones of his father serving the Republic, he only wanted the one who loved him the most. Now, because of Mace Windu, Boba Fett was alone.

After what seemed like an eternity to Boba, he finally fell to his knees, breathing harder than ever before. He was hungry, dehydrated and exhausted. Let me die now, he thought, At least I can see dad again. He felt his mind spin as he fell to the ground, face down. His eyes closed, Boba could only smile a little at the thought of death. He wouldn't have to waste time hunting for Mace Windu. He wouldn't have to live in agony any longer. He would see his father again.

In his head were images of his father and him, spending time together in their Kaminoan home. In his head were the best – and only – memories he had of his father. He never would have thought that one day, he would be alone. But it was now all right, for he was about to die. Boba had never known death to be so comforting at a time like this, and felt two strong arms pick him up. Death had come, and was now taking him away from this cruel world.

Before he slipped into unconsciousness, only one word echoed in his head. Father.

Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi stepped into the Jedi Council Chamber and took his seat, next to Plo Koon. The room was unusually silent, and all eyes seemed to be on the person next to him. Obi-Wan glanced around nervously, not knowing what was happening. It was probably bad news, he decided.

"It was a bad move," Mace said finally, after a painfully long time, "To have picked up a boy from Geonosis like that, Master Plo."

Obi-Wan raised his eyebrows in surprise. Plo Koon had rescued a boy from Geonosis?

"What's worse was," Mace continued, "He was the son of Jango Fett." Plo Koon remained calm and silent, and Obi-Wan – regardless of how surprised he was – knew that Plo had already made up his mind.

"Boba Fett?" Obi-Wan said, seemingly shocked. "How could this have happened, Master Plo?"

The Kel Dor merely let out a sigh. "I would not let him die there," he replied, "He has done no wrong."

"But he is the son of Jango Fett. He would probably want revenge upon waking up!" protested Mace.

"What can a mere boy of eleven do to us?" Plo retorted, clenching his fist, "He has a long way to accept this reality and a long way to change his views on us Jedi."

"And an extremely long way to diminish his hate of us, perhaps, after the death of Jango," Shaak Ti interjected.

Mace let out a mirthless chuckle. "He will never, by the looks of it, let go of his anger. What do you plan to do with Boba Fett, Master Plo?" asked Mace.

"Train him," Plo said. "Let him live a better life than he would have had back on Geonosis with no food, water or transport."

"Will he listen?" challenged Mace, "Will he want to become a Jedi?"

Plo paused for a moment. "He will," answered Plo, with surprising confidence in his voice. "I will take the boy as my Padawan."

"I'll give you three days to prove to us that he is willing," Mace growled, "And if he isn't, he will leave."

"Alone?" said Plo, alarmed.

"Yes, alone," Mace said, "Unless he agrees to undergo the training of a Jedi."

"Dangerous, the boy may be," Yoda said, narrowing his eyes at Plo Koon.

"That's what you said about Anakin ten years ago," Obi-Wan said suddenly, coming to his friend's defense. "I believe Plo can change the boy's thinking. I trust he can."

Yoda looked at Obi-Wan with a curious look in his eyes. "Too confident you are of the future, Obi-Wan…" he said with a warning tone.

"I am merely confident of my friend, and comrade," Obi-Wan said with a small smile.

"We will see," Yoda said, "Agree that the boy is not suitable, I do."

"Very well then, Council adjourned," Mace announced, and stood up first to leave, followed by the rest of the Jedi Council.

Obi-Wan glanced at Plo Koon. "He's in a bad mood, you shouldn't have done that," he whispered.

Plo Koon merely laughed. "And you defended me, old friend. Who is to say he is upset at me only?"

"Pity," Obi-Wan admitted, "But he will get over it. Now, I want to see Boba Fett. How is he?"

"In time you will see," answered Plo Koon, as the two stood up and left together.

"Dad, when will we be able to get off Kamino?" asked Boba, looking intently at his father. Jango chuckled while polishing his bounty hunter suit.

"Soon enough, Boba, when I finish my latest assignment from Tyrannus," he replied, setting down his helmet. "I'm not sure if it'd take a long time or not."

Boba frowned. "I want to live in the city—in Coruscant! We could have a great life there without all this assassinating…" he said happily, already dreaming of the life he had always wanted with his father.

Jango laughed again. "In time, son, we will," he said, ruffling Boba's already messy hair. "I promise you that."

Then, suddenly, the door slid open, revealing a Kaminoan. "Your ship is ready, Jango," she informed him gently. Jango looked almost reluctant to leave his son alone for the next few days, but he was determined to make good money out of this. He stood up and put on his helmet and holstered his blaster, before walking towards the door. Turning back to his son, he let out a sigh.

"Don't worry. I'll be back soon."

Boba cracked open his eyes, alarmed at his dream. But was it really a dream, or was he already dead, and in heaven? Looking around, he realized that this 'heaven' looked somewhat like a medical ward. He sat up, squinting from the light and tried to feel his way off the bed. Why was he alive?

"You're finally awake," said a low voice. Boba flinched, and wheeled around, searching for the source of the voice.

"Who are you?" he asked, when he could open his eyes fully. The Kel Dor in front of him remained calm and collected, as did the bearded man next to him. Wait a minute… I recognize these two!

"You're Jedi, aren't you? Why did you save me? Why!?" he demanded angrily, stepping forward. "I don't want to come along with you monsters! You people killed my father! I could have had—"

"The life of your dreams?" finished Plo Koon.

"—the life I wanted with Dad!" shouted Boba, ignoring Plo's interruption. "You ruined everything!"

"Your father almost killed Senator Amidala from Naboo. Do you not realize the magnitude of his attempted assassination?" Obi-Wan said, his blue-gray eyes piercing directly into Boba's coal black ones.

"I know. But he promised he'd come back and he'd give us both a life without having to kill anyone! Tyrannus would have given us so much! You came and ruined our plans because of your investigation!" Boba continued yelling, pointing at Obi-Wan. His eyes were filled with utmost hate and anger, something that Obi-Wan found ominous, if he were to become a Jedi.

"And we apologize," Plo Koon said suddenly, "for your loss. But we could not lose our comrade to your father."

Boba looked outraged. "Shut up! You don't know anything about our life! Go away! I don't need you here! Get out!"

"I'm offering you a new start in life, Boba," Plo said gently, not moving from his seat. "I am offering you a chance to have another family, with brothers, fathers and friends."

"I'm not going to a foster home or wherever it is you're sending me! I'm a Fett!"

"I'm offering you a chance to become a Jedi Knight," Plo continued, as though he hadn't heard Boba's screaming.

Boba stopped shouting for a moment, staring at Plo as though the Jedi Master was crazy. Him, become a Jedi?

"I won't become the thing that killed Dad." He clenched his fists and glared.

"We are human, and living beings, after all," Obi-Wan said, "We can hardly be described as things."

"I'm not coming with you freaks, and that's final!"

"I'll give you three days, Boba," Plo Koon drawled, "Three days to decide. Till then, I will not see you again."

He stood up, followed by Obi-Wan, and the both of them walked out the door. Boba looked horrified. He would not need three days to decide anything! I don't want to become some Jedi and kill other people just because it's war. I won't!

"I think that was a bit too rough," Obi-Wan mumbled.

"With a boy like Boba who had lost his father, I think that was just right," Plo said, "It would take him a while to think it over, however. He must know that I care for him."

"And just a few months ago you brought back young Ahsoka. You have a big heart, Plo."

"Far larger than anyone else you have known?" Plo said with a chuckle.

Obi-Wan laughed. "Indeed," he replied merrily. "Now let's return to the Jedi Temple. I believe there's a meeting we have to attend to?"