Chapter 2 *~*~*~*~*~*~ Madoc *~*~*~*~*~*~
Note: I know, the italics for Fett's alter persona didn't work. -_-; I'll
work on it later. Disclamer applies as before, except, now I have incense
too.
It was nighttime, everyone was asleep. Everyone, that was, except one person. A small amount of light pooled across the table. The figure sat in the shadows, silently staring at the object on the desk. What does this mean? I talked to Jacen, and he said that he didn't do anything. However, Boba Fett wasn't here, either. Even if he was, what would he be doing in a bathroom, and why would he drop his helmet anyway? Deciding to find some answers, Jaina slipped the helmet over her head. It was dark and musty inside. It smelled faintly of shampoo and sweat. "Umm. access computer system?" Nothing. "Access database?" From there she said everything from 'Hello?' to 'Open Sesame!' "Oh, goddamnit, just turn on!"
*Beep.* Red words scrolled across the screen /Enter Password. /
"Oh Gods," Jaina said in annoyance.
/Incorrect password/
"Here we go again."
/Incorrect password/
-One Hour Later-
"I love Hutts."
-Two Hours Later-
"Oh-five-six-three?"
-Three Hours Later-
This was it. If she didn't get it now, she was going to throw this damn thing out the window. My birthday date. The words came to her mind. As good a guess as any, I suppose.
"Three-sixteen-thirty-one."
/Correct password. Welcome/ It showed her room now, with infrared, x-ray, and normal vision. It was currently on x-ray. "Woah." There was a bar on the side of her vision. "Hmmm. What's this? Recorded videos?" Her room disappeared, replaced by multiple video files. "Here's one from yesterday. Five-two-forty-eight." The video files disappeared, replaced by a picture with a toolbar at the bottom, saying, Play , Pause =, Stop [], Rewind . "Play." The video started up. There was a dining room. Our dining room, Jaina realized with a start. Across from this 'herself' her mom, dad, and uncle Luke were seated. All three were talking about that renegade Sith Luke was obsessed with. Wait. If this is from yesterday, and that's our dining room, then Boba Fett *was* here. Almost to conform her belief, she saw herself walk into the dining room with her holo projector. "Oh.damn." It showed everything she had said. No wonder Mom was so quiet during dinner and Dad was glaring at me as if I had blown up the Millennium Falcon. But, if this was Boba Fett's helmet, (and Jaina was really starting to think so) that would mean that he had heard everything also.
"Oh, Gods, this is sooo not good for my health."
***** "So, do we have a deal?"
"I don't know. You know I was also given a job to retrieve you."
"Hah! Whatever that bastard Skywalker gave you, I'll double it." Boba Fett sat back and considered the deal. Skywalker had offered Fett one million credits for the capture of Madoc dead or alive. The renegade Sith was seated across from him right now, was giving him a whole other deal. Fett glanced over the Sith. Black, spiked hair, a silver earring in his pointed ear, clearly distinguishing him as an elf instead of a human, dark, tanned skin of his race, and pointed, well defined features. But the most intriguing feature of all was his eyes. Blood red, they had a gaze almost to rival Fett's. At the moment the eyes were as hard as ice, studying Fett.
"Two million credits is what you'll have to pay, you know." Madoc smiled.
"Good. I was afraid I would have to pay four."
"So much for a girl?" Madoc wanted Fett to capture Jaina alive and bring her to him. Ironic, Fett thought with a sneer, that one who has been plaguing my thoughts would soon become my bounty.
"Ah, well, you see, she would be priceless if my plan works. I wish to turn her to the dark side of the Force. She has traversed those boundaries before, it wouldn't be too hard to give her a *little* nudge back on the right path. Also, I would pay millions to see arrogant Skywalker's face when he realizes that his only niece has turned to the dark side *again*."
"What if that doesn't work?"
"Well, if all else fails I've heard that she is very beautiful from my informants. She would make a good mistress." Fett felt a surge of anger rise up in him, and before he could stop himself, he growled,
"You sick, perverted bastard." Madoc raised an elegant eyebrow.
"Is it usual for you to insult your clients? Or maybe she's. taken?" Madoc smiled widely, displaying straight, white teeth.
Fett let out a snort. "Okay."
"You accept?"
"Yes."
"Great! I'll give you ten standard days to get her. And you know as well as I do that I'm being generous. I hear the great Boba Fett has made it back in two." ***** Fett slowly walked down the hallway his boots clicking on the floor, echoing down the hallway. What is happening to me? Why am I acting this way? She's just a person. Just a bounty. But why does she plague my thoughts so, then? This is my job, the hunter part of him said, why change now? You have hunted for most of your life, and never felt a thing. Fett just shook his head, and continued down the corridor. ***** Two days later. The red lights on the clock flashed 12:18. There was a slight breeze outside, moving the branches of the kwapia tree outside the window in such a pattern as to appear to reach to the heavens in a twisted parody of worship. Through the branches, a pure white moon watched over the world silently like a god the trees worshiped. Another, red moon watched also, creating maroon splashes of light through the room. The door leading to the room opened with a slight hiss, letting in a splash of yellow artificial light meshing together with the molten silver and blood of the moonlight. The figure under a pile of blankets moaned softly and rolled over. A shadow made its way into the room, covering the light of the moons. Falling over a desk, and helmet, it hesitated for a moment. Leaving the desk, the helmet was gone, taken by the shadow which had also taken away the moonlight. Moving toward the bed, the owner of the shadow bent down over the person asleep on the bed. Slowly picking up the person, blankets and all, the figure made it's way out of the room. Still the trees worshipped, still the moons bled, and a new chapter would be created.
It was nighttime, everyone was asleep. Everyone, that was, except one person. A small amount of light pooled across the table. The figure sat in the shadows, silently staring at the object on the desk. What does this mean? I talked to Jacen, and he said that he didn't do anything. However, Boba Fett wasn't here, either. Even if he was, what would he be doing in a bathroom, and why would he drop his helmet anyway? Deciding to find some answers, Jaina slipped the helmet over her head. It was dark and musty inside. It smelled faintly of shampoo and sweat. "Umm. access computer system?" Nothing. "Access database?" From there she said everything from 'Hello?' to 'Open Sesame!' "Oh, goddamnit, just turn on!"
*Beep.* Red words scrolled across the screen /Enter Password. /
"Oh Gods," Jaina said in annoyance.
/Incorrect password/
"Here we go again."
/Incorrect password/
-One Hour Later-
"I love Hutts."
-Two Hours Later-
"Oh-five-six-three?"
-Three Hours Later-
This was it. If she didn't get it now, she was going to throw this damn thing out the window. My birthday date. The words came to her mind. As good a guess as any, I suppose.
"Three-sixteen-thirty-one."
/Correct password. Welcome/ It showed her room now, with infrared, x-ray, and normal vision. It was currently on x-ray. "Woah." There was a bar on the side of her vision. "Hmmm. What's this? Recorded videos?" Her room disappeared, replaced by multiple video files. "Here's one from yesterday. Five-two-forty-eight." The video files disappeared, replaced by a picture with a toolbar at the bottom, saying, Play , Pause =, Stop [], Rewind . "Play." The video started up. There was a dining room. Our dining room, Jaina realized with a start. Across from this 'herself' her mom, dad, and uncle Luke were seated. All three were talking about that renegade Sith Luke was obsessed with. Wait. If this is from yesterday, and that's our dining room, then Boba Fett *was* here. Almost to conform her belief, she saw herself walk into the dining room with her holo projector. "Oh.damn." It showed everything she had said. No wonder Mom was so quiet during dinner and Dad was glaring at me as if I had blown up the Millennium Falcon. But, if this was Boba Fett's helmet, (and Jaina was really starting to think so) that would mean that he had heard everything also.
"Oh, Gods, this is sooo not good for my health."
***** "So, do we have a deal?"
"I don't know. You know I was also given a job to retrieve you."
"Hah! Whatever that bastard Skywalker gave you, I'll double it." Boba Fett sat back and considered the deal. Skywalker had offered Fett one million credits for the capture of Madoc dead or alive. The renegade Sith was seated across from him right now, was giving him a whole other deal. Fett glanced over the Sith. Black, spiked hair, a silver earring in his pointed ear, clearly distinguishing him as an elf instead of a human, dark, tanned skin of his race, and pointed, well defined features. But the most intriguing feature of all was his eyes. Blood red, they had a gaze almost to rival Fett's. At the moment the eyes were as hard as ice, studying Fett.
"Two million credits is what you'll have to pay, you know." Madoc smiled.
"Good. I was afraid I would have to pay four."
"So much for a girl?" Madoc wanted Fett to capture Jaina alive and bring her to him. Ironic, Fett thought with a sneer, that one who has been plaguing my thoughts would soon become my bounty.
"Ah, well, you see, she would be priceless if my plan works. I wish to turn her to the dark side of the Force. She has traversed those boundaries before, it wouldn't be too hard to give her a *little* nudge back on the right path. Also, I would pay millions to see arrogant Skywalker's face when he realizes that his only niece has turned to the dark side *again*."
"What if that doesn't work?"
"Well, if all else fails I've heard that she is very beautiful from my informants. She would make a good mistress." Fett felt a surge of anger rise up in him, and before he could stop himself, he growled,
"You sick, perverted bastard." Madoc raised an elegant eyebrow.
"Is it usual for you to insult your clients? Or maybe she's. taken?" Madoc smiled widely, displaying straight, white teeth.
Fett let out a snort. "Okay."
"You accept?"
"Yes."
"Great! I'll give you ten standard days to get her. And you know as well as I do that I'm being generous. I hear the great Boba Fett has made it back in two." ***** Fett slowly walked down the hallway his boots clicking on the floor, echoing down the hallway. What is happening to me? Why am I acting this way? She's just a person. Just a bounty. But why does she plague my thoughts so, then? This is my job, the hunter part of him said, why change now? You have hunted for most of your life, and never felt a thing. Fett just shook his head, and continued down the corridor. ***** Two days later. The red lights on the clock flashed 12:18. There was a slight breeze outside, moving the branches of the kwapia tree outside the window in such a pattern as to appear to reach to the heavens in a twisted parody of worship. Through the branches, a pure white moon watched over the world silently like a god the trees worshiped. Another, red moon watched also, creating maroon splashes of light through the room. The door leading to the room opened with a slight hiss, letting in a splash of yellow artificial light meshing together with the molten silver and blood of the moonlight. The figure under a pile of blankets moaned softly and rolled over. A shadow made its way into the room, covering the light of the moons. Falling over a desk, and helmet, it hesitated for a moment. Leaving the desk, the helmet was gone, taken by the shadow which had also taken away the moonlight. Moving toward the bed, the owner of the shadow bent down over the person asleep on the bed. Slowly picking up the person, blankets and all, the figure made it's way out of the room. Still the trees worshipped, still the moons bled, and a new chapter would be created.
