Author's Note: It occurred to me that since Kamino is nearly in another Galaxy, and it doesn't appear they were members of the Republic until after they created the GAR, a small realization and change could have made all the difference. Heavily implied Obi-Wan/Jango.


Boba watched his father after the Jedi and Taun We left. Jango was deep in thought, but if he had noticed Boba's attention he would have approved. Practice reading people was always a good exercise. From his initial expressions it was little hard to tell what he was thinking of. Jango's face was still and his eyes distant. Then he looked at Boba, staring as if he was making sure Boba was still there, still real. Boba was use to that stare. Then Jango looked away again, this time his face morphed into a pensive frown.

"What is it, Dad?" Boba asked.

"Pa..." Jango stopped as if something had just occurred to him. The corners of his mouth quirked up in a barely there smile, and then transformed into a devious grin. He ruffled Boba's hair, "Set a third place for supper tonight, Boba. We'll be having company."

"Okay, Dad," Boba would just have to wait to see whatever his father was up to.


The Jedi came back and started blustering about how Jango had to come with him and how it would be easier on him and Boba if he came without a fight. Boba really wanted to throw something at the pompous jerk, but Jango seemed content to let the Jedi flail about, so Boba followed his father's example.

After a few minutes the Jedi stopped and looked at Jango, who had just calmly removed the main dish from the oven in the apartment's little kitchen.

"Are you done?" Jango politely inquired, "We are about to have supper. It's broiled rollerfish," there was a flash of a proud smile, "Boba caught it this morning. You're welcome to join us."

This wasn't quite going to the script the Jedi must have had in his head. Jango was supposed to protest, possibly fight, not invite him to dinner. However reason seemed to be ruling the day.

"Thank you, I believe I will," Obi-Wan let himself be seated at the table.

Boba ate with his best manners, but couldn't help but giggle a little when the Jedi startled when the jaw of the rollerfish started moving when Jango started slicing.

"Never quite got use that myself," Jango confided amiably, and Boba couldn't decide if his Dad was being nice or if he really meant it. That unsettled the Jedi further, however he did seem to like the rollerfish.

Finally the Jedi did start again, but this time with less pompous bluster.

"I do have orders from the Jedi Counsel to bring you in," he said with some contrition.

Jango nodded.

"And it really would be easier on you and on your son if you came peacefully.

Jango nodded again, then asked.

"And the Jedi Counsel has the authority to do this?"

"The Jedi Counsel has the authority the Republic has entrusted it with," a light appeared to dawn in the Jedi's eyes, "But Kamino..."

"Isn't part of the Republic," Jango grinned.

Obi-Wan frowned and then countered:

"I could discuss the matter with the Prime Minister."

"And I could insist that they've been tricked, and you're not a Jedi. And they've known me longer," then Jango added sharply, "and I know all about your Jedi mind tricks, so don't bother."

"Then we appear to be at an impasse," Obi-Wan sighed, "I could try to take you in by force, but that would only ruin the remainder of this excellent meal."

Boba knew his Dad had something in mind, just from the way Jango was tilting his head. He stayed relaxed, knowing he would have to catch even the smallest of the signals Dad had worked out.

"Well," Jango drawled, "perhaps we could talk this out."

Boba blinked. He hadn't expected that.


The message came two weeks after they returned to Naboo from Tatooine. Master Obi Wan Kenobi hadn't been heard from since he had left for Kamino, beyond a very brief message that he needed to do some further investigating. Although Anakin had been told quite clearly and emphatically that he should stay put with Senator Amidala, that Master Windu would be investigating, he found himself nonetheless piloting a ship towards Kamino. After all the Senator had insisted on going to check on Master Kenobi.

They arrived on Kamino just as Master Windu did. Anakin was surprised when Windu flashed him a sympathetic look after Padme stood her ground and insisted she needed to be there.

They found Obi-Wan's Delta-7 in the shadow of a large ship that to Padme's eyes looked like a stylized portable clothing press.

And the Delta-7 was occupied.


Boba was happily ensconced in the Delta-7. He had snacks, several juice packs and an entertainment data-pad on the off chance he got bored with studying the Delta-7. Not kriffing likely since Obi-Wan had apparently forgotten he was still signed into the Jedi's secured internal holo-net system. As his Dad frequently said, if they're stupid enough to give you a way in than they deserved what you unleash. And he wasn't going to do anything too terrible. Boba was beginning to really like Obi-Wan, which was probably a good thing considering the way things seemed to be going.

What wasn't a good thing was the canopy of the Delta-7 opening up and the rain coming in. Bobe looked up from the screen and frowned. A woman and two men. She was pretty, he was handsome, and the other man looked like a dork with a braid.

"You're letting the rain in," Boba said tartly, and closed the canopy.

It opened again.

"This is the property of the Jedi Order, youngling," The handsome man said sternly.

"I know, Obi-Wan said I could study it," Boba shut the canopy again, or at least tried to, then he noticed the men's garb, "oh, more Jedi."

"Yes, more Jedi," the handsome man said with a hint of exasperation, however his tone of voice gentled as he asked, "We are looking for Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. He's given you permission to play in his ship?"

"I'm not playing," Boba pouted, "I'm studying," he gave the dork with a braid the stink-eye when the dork chuckled, "Obi-Wan," he said with all the dignity a ten year old could muster, "is having philosophical discussions with my Dad."

"Philosophical discussions?" the handsome man helped Boba clamber out of the starship.

"Yep," Boba nodded.

"Perhaps we could join in," the woman chimed in, "I'm Padme Amidala, and you are?"

"Boba Fett," he gave a slight bow, it seemed polite, "I'm pleased to meet you."

"I am Mace Windu," the handsome man finally named himself, and he gestured to the dork with the braid, "this is Anakin Skywalker, Master Kenobi's padawan learner."

"Oh, he's mentioned you," Boba looked at Anakin like he was trying to match up what Obi-Wan had said of his apprentice and what was standing there, "huh."

He led the way to the entrance into the city.

"Philosophical discussions, you said," Mace prompted as they wended their way through the corridors.

"Yep," Boba nodded again, "the latest was whether it was possible for the Jedi to maintain their philosophy of detachment if a physical intimacy became involved," he could of sworn Padme and Anakin jumped a little at that, interesting, "Obi-Wan let me study his ship, since they needed to continued their discussion and they broken Dad's bed last night," he cheerfully chattered on.

"I'm sorry, what?" Mace asked.

"Broke Dad's bed. We're almost there," Boba led their way towards a door with a formidable locking mechanism, "so they were going to use the couch today."

He seemed oblivious to the shocked looks being traded by the trio, but Boba was getting more amused by the second. Just as they got to the door there was thump on the other side of the wall by the door. Boba carefully schooled his face into wide-eyed innocence, before he turned to look at the stunned group.

"It sounds like they've broken the couch too."