Chapter 2
Author's note: Thanks so much for the reviews! I appreciate feedback. Let me catch you up to speed. It's been twelve years since chapter 1. Jango is 24 and Amara is 16. All has been going well for the two misplaced Fetts. They live on Corellia, Jango as taken to bounty hunting and is currently instructing Amara in the tools of the trade. Despite her gentle, childlike nature, Amara enjoys helping her brother, even with his relationship with his fiance, Darelien.
Amara Fett sighed to herself and pushed her long brown bangs out of her face. She sat up in her seat in th cockpit of the ship she and her brother had built together. A small red light began blinking on the control panel. Amara put on her headset and turned a dial.
"Fett Private Investigators, Amara speaking, How may I help you?"
"Yes, umm....Our..our son is missing. Word on the street is you're the best on Corellia. We need someone to find him."
"One moment please, I'll connect you to Jango. He'd be more than happy to assist in anyway he can,"
Amara pulled off her headset and shuted towards the hull of the ship.
"Jango! Call line one! We've got a job! Looks like you'll be able to honeymoon on Bespin after all!"
"Great! Connect me, will ya?"
"You're the boss,"
Amara connected the customer to Jango, then went on entering information on her datapad. She looked at the little calendar he had resting on the control panel. Red letters spelled out: FIFTY DAYS TILL DARLIEN LIVES AT YOUR HOUSE.
Darlien wasn't mean, or pathetic, but she and Amara had differing views on what her and Jango's relationship should be. Darlien often tried to get Jango to send Amara to boarding school or to live with distant relatives.
"She's not your daughter! A girl needs to learn more than flying ships and shooting blasters, what about etiquette? and History?"
Jango had replied, "I teach Amara all about history, and mathematics and she is the only sixteen year old I know who can speak seven languages fluently without a translator droid. She's an invaluable resource to me and I promised her that I'd always protect her. Besides, the only etiquette she needs to know is to always carry the largest weapon, after that, everyone will be ver ivil towards her. I can guarantee it!"
Jango had found his last comment hilarious, but Darlien had scoled and decided to accept Jango's view.
Amara was jolted out of her recollection by that same blinking red light. She replaced her headset. Before she could start "Fett Private Investigators", Darlien's voice broke out in over the speaker:
"Jango my love! It's so good to hear your voice! I was so worried about you! After I heard you were hunting that vicious murderer! I....I was afraid I'd never see you again!"
"Hello, Darlien,"
"Oh, Amara, I'm sorry"
"No biggie, I'll connect you to Jango, he should be finished with the new customer by now,"
"Thank You, Amara. I'm sorry we got off to a bad start. Let's try to be good friends when we live together, okay?"
"Okay,"
"We'll be like sisters,"
"Yeah....like sisters,"
"Well, talk to you later,"
"Oh, bye, Darlien,"
Amara connected her to Jango and she could hear Jango's side of the lover's banter. She shuddered. Love was so romantic in books and stories, bt in real life, happy endings were rare. Just like the stoy about the two rival bounty hunters who had fallen in love. Where had it got them? Hunted down like animals in the middle of the night, torn from their children and sentenced to death by a bunch of high and mighty Jedi. Amara was ashamed to admit it, but she still had nightmares about it. About Jango picking her up and running down the hall. About blasting into space and never going home. She'd wake up in a cold sweat or crying.
Amara got up and headed to her chamber. It was a small room with a dresser, bed and trunk inside it. She flopped onto her bed and stared into the hollow eyes of her stuffed doll. Around it's neck was the velvet cord that her mother had put in her hair that night long ago. Amara blinked seeral times before falling asleep in her clothes, a habit she had picked up from Jango.
"Wake up, Amara!"
"Jango? What time is it?"
"Early, but today is the day you show me how well you can fly the ship,"
"Uhhhh, when?"
"Right now!"
"Ok-Okay, just let me find some pants..."
"You're wearing pants, and a shirt and even shoes. My, such habits!"
"I learned from the best!"
"Best what?"
"Best brother, best bounty hunter and best friend in the universe!"
Amara sprang up and tackled her older brother. She climbed onto his back and hung onto his neck.
"You little sneak! You were awake the whole time!"
"Yep, took you by surprise, didn't I?"
"Yeah, you really do put eveything I teach you into practice,"
"Of course, Mom always said,"If you put what youve learned into practice, you perfect it,"".
"Yeah, Mom was a very wise woman. Well, let's see if you ca pu what you've learned about ships
into practice,"
Well, today was it. Tonight, there would be a third Fett under their roof. Amara was nervous about having another woman living in the house, especially one like Darlien. Amara and Darlien had come to a mutual understanding and even enjoyed each other's company. But Amara didn't act like other girls, she acted more like Jango than like Darlien. She still wore a dress and kept stuffed animals, but she was more likely to punch somebody who gave her a hard time or to fly in a personal spacecraft to a neighboring planet than to han out at the local minors cantina.
Amara looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was held in a ponytail and flowers were stuck into the twisty. She gave a sideways smile and winked at the mirror.
"I always thought you had the look of a politician,"
"Jango! You look like such a gentleman in that suit! Congratulations!"
"Thank-you Amara,"
"Hey, Jango?"
"Yes?"
"After the reception, you two are going to Bespin, right? To Cloud City?"
"Of course!"
"Ummm, where am I going?"
"To Bespin with us of course!"
"But it's your honeymoon! It's a time for you to be together with you wife!"
"I will be, but I got you your very own room two doors down. I look out for my little sister and business partner. Besides, you don't really want a room right next to ours, do you?"
"No, and I pity the sap who gets it!"
"Amara! What a dirty little mind you have!"
"You brought it up!"
"And you learned from the best," Jango smiled at her. "Amara, you're so grown up, I'm so proud of you. I thank the Force everyday that it made you my sister,"
"Oh, Jango!"
Amara hugged her brother tightly. It was the last time she'd hug this person, when they went to Cloud City and then came home, he'd be a different person. Sh had to hug this Jano extra hard, it was the last time she ever would. They were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Amara raced down the stairs and opened the door. It was her best friend, Zana, the purple Twilek girl.
"Amara? Are you crying?"
"No, Zana. I'm just a little worked up,"
"You always were very emotional. Oh! your package came into the shop today! I was almost late for the big day!"
Amara's eyes lit up. She had sent for a very special present for Jango on his wedding day. She had saved for two years, every credit Jango paid her, for this present.
"I'm sure he'll love it! He's in need of new armor and I know how much he loves all that old Mandalorian stuff we've got down in my cousin's shop. Wow, It's really great that you found a complete set and had it totally restored and repainted so that it could be used today! I've heard that only a lightsaber can pierce that stuff,"
"Here's hoping. Let's get off to the church before we're late,"
"Right,"
It was a beautiful ceremony, everyone cried, Zana caught the bouquet and Amara ate cake. Finally it was time to open gifts. Amara made certain to hold onto her enomous box, so that Jango opened it last. After the usual gifts of furniture, nightclothes and droids, only Amara's gift was left. She felt her legs shaking beneath her, tears welling up in her eyes. Jango saw her, before e could say anything, she thrst the box onto his lap and said:
"Jango, I wish you and Darlien many happy years together. You're going to be a wonderful husband and father,"
"Amara, I don't know what to say,"
"Just open it,"
Jango carefully unwrapped the heavy present, all eyes were glued to him, even Zana twisted her napkin in suspense. When the box was opened, Jango found it filled with packing sells. He reached into them and felt around. His eyes widened as his hand ran over soething smooth and cold. It couldn't be. There's no way, but it felt....It felt just like a Mandalorian helmet! He pulled it out of the box. That's exactly what it was! It was even pained with his two favorite colors, silver and blue.
"Amara...how? When?"
"Read the inscription, inside,"
Jango looked inside the helmet, inside the helmet, engraved on the back of the helmet was a message. It read:
For Jango, The greatest in the universe, may the Force always be with you, even when I am not. Deepest love and gratitude, your sister, Amara.
"Amara, thi is the most wonderful present anyone has ever given me! Thank you so much! I'm so lucky to have a sister like you,"
"I'm glad you like it,"
Amara turned to Darlien, who was crying, "Take care of my big brother,"
"Of course," Darlien replied.
Amara went back to her table and sat next to Zana. Zana smiled at her friend.
"That went well,"
"Yes," sniffed Amara,"Yes it did,"
End Chapter 2
Next-Off to Cloud City, back home and tragedy.
Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed! I'll try to have chapter 3 up soon!
Chibi Hime
Author's note: Thanks so much for the reviews! I appreciate feedback. Let me catch you up to speed. It's been twelve years since chapter 1. Jango is 24 and Amara is 16. All has been going well for the two misplaced Fetts. They live on Corellia, Jango as taken to bounty hunting and is currently instructing Amara in the tools of the trade. Despite her gentle, childlike nature, Amara enjoys helping her brother, even with his relationship with his fiance, Darelien.
Amara Fett sighed to herself and pushed her long brown bangs out of her face. She sat up in her seat in th cockpit of the ship she and her brother had built together. A small red light began blinking on the control panel. Amara put on her headset and turned a dial.
"Fett Private Investigators, Amara speaking, How may I help you?"
"Yes, umm....Our..our son is missing. Word on the street is you're the best on Corellia. We need someone to find him."
"One moment please, I'll connect you to Jango. He'd be more than happy to assist in anyway he can,"
Amara pulled off her headset and shuted towards the hull of the ship.
"Jango! Call line one! We've got a job! Looks like you'll be able to honeymoon on Bespin after all!"
"Great! Connect me, will ya?"
"You're the boss,"
Amara connected the customer to Jango, then went on entering information on her datapad. She looked at the little calendar he had resting on the control panel. Red letters spelled out: FIFTY DAYS TILL DARLIEN LIVES AT YOUR HOUSE.
Darlien wasn't mean, or pathetic, but she and Amara had differing views on what her and Jango's relationship should be. Darlien often tried to get Jango to send Amara to boarding school or to live with distant relatives.
"She's not your daughter! A girl needs to learn more than flying ships and shooting blasters, what about etiquette? and History?"
Jango had replied, "I teach Amara all about history, and mathematics and she is the only sixteen year old I know who can speak seven languages fluently without a translator droid. She's an invaluable resource to me and I promised her that I'd always protect her. Besides, the only etiquette she needs to know is to always carry the largest weapon, after that, everyone will be ver ivil towards her. I can guarantee it!"
Jango had found his last comment hilarious, but Darlien had scoled and decided to accept Jango's view.
Amara was jolted out of her recollection by that same blinking red light. She replaced her headset. Before she could start "Fett Private Investigators", Darlien's voice broke out in over the speaker:
"Jango my love! It's so good to hear your voice! I was so worried about you! After I heard you were hunting that vicious murderer! I....I was afraid I'd never see you again!"
"Hello, Darlien,"
"Oh, Amara, I'm sorry"
"No biggie, I'll connect you to Jango, he should be finished with the new customer by now,"
"Thank You, Amara. I'm sorry we got off to a bad start. Let's try to be good friends when we live together, okay?"
"Okay,"
"We'll be like sisters,"
"Yeah....like sisters,"
"Well, talk to you later,"
"Oh, bye, Darlien,"
Amara connected her to Jango and she could hear Jango's side of the lover's banter. She shuddered. Love was so romantic in books and stories, bt in real life, happy endings were rare. Just like the stoy about the two rival bounty hunters who had fallen in love. Where had it got them? Hunted down like animals in the middle of the night, torn from their children and sentenced to death by a bunch of high and mighty Jedi. Amara was ashamed to admit it, but she still had nightmares about it. About Jango picking her up and running down the hall. About blasting into space and never going home. She'd wake up in a cold sweat or crying.
Amara got up and headed to her chamber. It was a small room with a dresser, bed and trunk inside it. She flopped onto her bed and stared into the hollow eyes of her stuffed doll. Around it's neck was the velvet cord that her mother had put in her hair that night long ago. Amara blinked seeral times before falling asleep in her clothes, a habit she had picked up from Jango.
"Wake up, Amara!"
"Jango? What time is it?"
"Early, but today is the day you show me how well you can fly the ship,"
"Uhhhh, when?"
"Right now!"
"Ok-Okay, just let me find some pants..."
"You're wearing pants, and a shirt and even shoes. My, such habits!"
"I learned from the best!"
"Best what?"
"Best brother, best bounty hunter and best friend in the universe!"
Amara sprang up and tackled her older brother. She climbed onto his back and hung onto his neck.
"You little sneak! You were awake the whole time!"
"Yep, took you by surprise, didn't I?"
"Yeah, you really do put eveything I teach you into practice,"
"Of course, Mom always said,"If you put what youve learned into practice, you perfect it,"".
"Yeah, Mom was a very wise woman. Well, let's see if you ca pu what you've learned about ships
into practice,"
Well, today was it. Tonight, there would be a third Fett under their roof. Amara was nervous about having another woman living in the house, especially one like Darlien. Amara and Darlien had come to a mutual understanding and even enjoyed each other's company. But Amara didn't act like other girls, she acted more like Jango than like Darlien. She still wore a dress and kept stuffed animals, but she was more likely to punch somebody who gave her a hard time or to fly in a personal spacecraft to a neighboring planet than to han out at the local minors cantina.
Amara looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was held in a ponytail and flowers were stuck into the twisty. She gave a sideways smile and winked at the mirror.
"I always thought you had the look of a politician,"
"Jango! You look like such a gentleman in that suit! Congratulations!"
"Thank-you Amara,"
"Hey, Jango?"
"Yes?"
"After the reception, you two are going to Bespin, right? To Cloud City?"
"Of course!"
"Ummm, where am I going?"
"To Bespin with us of course!"
"But it's your honeymoon! It's a time for you to be together with you wife!"
"I will be, but I got you your very own room two doors down. I look out for my little sister and business partner. Besides, you don't really want a room right next to ours, do you?"
"No, and I pity the sap who gets it!"
"Amara! What a dirty little mind you have!"
"You brought it up!"
"And you learned from the best," Jango smiled at her. "Amara, you're so grown up, I'm so proud of you. I thank the Force everyday that it made you my sister,"
"Oh, Jango!"
Amara hugged her brother tightly. It was the last time she'd hug this person, when they went to Cloud City and then came home, he'd be a different person. Sh had to hug this Jano extra hard, it was the last time she ever would. They were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Amara raced down the stairs and opened the door. It was her best friend, Zana, the purple Twilek girl.
"Amara? Are you crying?"
"No, Zana. I'm just a little worked up,"
"You always were very emotional. Oh! your package came into the shop today! I was almost late for the big day!"
Amara's eyes lit up. She had sent for a very special present for Jango on his wedding day. She had saved for two years, every credit Jango paid her, for this present.
"I'm sure he'll love it! He's in need of new armor and I know how much he loves all that old Mandalorian stuff we've got down in my cousin's shop. Wow, It's really great that you found a complete set and had it totally restored and repainted so that it could be used today! I've heard that only a lightsaber can pierce that stuff,"
"Here's hoping. Let's get off to the church before we're late,"
"Right,"
It was a beautiful ceremony, everyone cried, Zana caught the bouquet and Amara ate cake. Finally it was time to open gifts. Amara made certain to hold onto her enomous box, so that Jango opened it last. After the usual gifts of furniture, nightclothes and droids, only Amara's gift was left. She felt her legs shaking beneath her, tears welling up in her eyes. Jango saw her, before e could say anything, she thrst the box onto his lap and said:
"Jango, I wish you and Darlien many happy years together. You're going to be a wonderful husband and father,"
"Amara, I don't know what to say,"
"Just open it,"
Jango carefully unwrapped the heavy present, all eyes were glued to him, even Zana twisted her napkin in suspense. When the box was opened, Jango found it filled with packing sells. He reached into them and felt around. His eyes widened as his hand ran over soething smooth and cold. It couldn't be. There's no way, but it felt....It felt just like a Mandalorian helmet! He pulled it out of the box. That's exactly what it was! It was even pained with his two favorite colors, silver and blue.
"Amara...how? When?"
"Read the inscription, inside,"
Jango looked inside the helmet, inside the helmet, engraved on the back of the helmet was a message. It read:
For Jango, The greatest in the universe, may the Force always be with you, even when I am not. Deepest love and gratitude, your sister, Amara.
"Amara, thi is the most wonderful present anyone has ever given me! Thank you so much! I'm so lucky to have a sister like you,"
"I'm glad you like it,"
Amara turned to Darlien, who was crying, "Take care of my big brother,"
"Of course," Darlien replied.
Amara went back to her table and sat next to Zana. Zana smiled at her friend.
"That went well,"
"Yes," sniffed Amara,"Yes it did,"
End Chapter 2
Next-Off to Cloud City, back home and tragedy.
Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed! I'll try to have chapter 3 up soon!
Chibi Hime