1 Disclaimer: You look pretty smart, figure it out…
Wow! I actually have fans!! Why thank you! I feel all warm and fuzzy inside! Oh, sorry about the age thing. The actor was thirteen, so I was hazy on the age, but I'm quite sure I said "no more than 14." Either I've been lied to, or that means that he's 14 or less…. Oh well. Oh, and Kro, I'm sorry to say he won't stay the cute little Fett the whole story. He can't kill Mac Windu when he's 10 or 11 year-old, so I'll have to time warp a bit. Oh! There will actually be dialog in this chapter! Yeah!
Chapter 2
Boba Fett was utterly and completely lost. After he left the home planet of his father, he didn't know where to go. He needed to kill the dark- skinned Jedi, but he couldn't do that now, not at his age. And besides, his father had only trained him to a degree, and that wasn't too much. He new the simple stuff, and the weaponry, and small things like that. He would need help from professionals. The Mandalorian Warriors; the same warriors that Jango Fett had dressed up as when he was working. That's what Boba Fett wanted: the intimidating T-shaped visor and the rest of the outfit. All the cool little gadgets too. Boba Fett smiled to himself, the wicked little smile formed with one side of his mouth. He had, after all, never really smiled before, only once or twice. That was the way he had been razed, to take his father's place in the bounty hunter trade. So that is what I must do: become a bounty hunter. I must go to find the Mandalorian Warriors and learn their ways, the little plotter thought.
Slave I was drifting in open space, after a quick hyper jump out of the sector. Boba's hand darted to the coordinates for the next hyper jump, this one to the Mandalorians. He paused, his brow wrinkling in frustration and sudden realization. He didn't know where the Mandalorians were. Cursing silently, Boba leaned back to do some thinking. He'd have to go back to the cloning planet to collect some things, like some other pairs of clothes and some of his own weapons. Back to Kodir…
Slave I shot back into hyper space, leaving nothing behind. At least, nothing Boba Fett new of. The Jedi ship, hidden by a cloaking device, sat silently,[ooc: well, duh, there's no sound in space] and watchful. The pilot, Mac Windu, placed his chin in his hand, like he does when in deep thought. I thought I killed him, he pondered, not knowing that he really did and had just seen Jango's son leave, and not Jango. Mac Windu was completely unaware that Jango had a "son". He frowned; he'd have to keep his eye open for the bounty hunter. Maybe he'd talk to Obi-Wan; after all, he did met Jango face to face. Mac Windu sighed and traced the hyper jump of the other ship. It had gone to Kodir. That proved his thoughts, it was indeed the bounty hunter he thought he had killed. Tapping in the coordinates for Coresaunt, he found himself thinking of the boy he had seen up on the balcony with Jango and Count Dooku. He did not know why. Mac shook his head, clearing it of the boy's image.
On Coresaunt, Obi-Wan Kenobi strode threw the Jedi Temple, his thoughts far away from the subject of bounty hunters. He saw Mac Windu walking quickly toward him, a troubled expression on his face.
"Master Windu, a pleasure to see you again. I hope your journey was successful." Obi-Wan said pleasantly, bowing to his superior. "You did find the pilot of the bounty hunter's ship after it took off, didn't you?"
"No, I'm afraid not. I have a suspicion that I did not destroy the bounty hunter. It could have been a clone?"
Obi pondered over this. "No, I do not believe…"
"But then who could be piloting the ship?"
Obi, his mind on other things at the present, had forgotten the son, Boba Fett. He shook his head in confusion. "I do not know. Meditate over this, Master Windu. The answer will present its self in time."
The end, for this chapter anyway. I gotta start making them longer…. What did you think this time? I couldn't remember the cloning planet's name, but I think it's Kodir or something like that. Please read and review! To all those who read, and don't review: E chu'ta! Pardon my language.
Wow! I actually have fans!! Why thank you! I feel all warm and fuzzy inside! Oh, sorry about the age thing. The actor was thirteen, so I was hazy on the age, but I'm quite sure I said "no more than 14." Either I've been lied to, or that means that he's 14 or less…. Oh well. Oh, and Kro, I'm sorry to say he won't stay the cute little Fett the whole story. He can't kill Mac Windu when he's 10 or 11 year-old, so I'll have to time warp a bit. Oh! There will actually be dialog in this chapter! Yeah!
Chapter 2
Boba Fett was utterly and completely lost. After he left the home planet of his father, he didn't know where to go. He needed to kill the dark- skinned Jedi, but he couldn't do that now, not at his age. And besides, his father had only trained him to a degree, and that wasn't too much. He new the simple stuff, and the weaponry, and small things like that. He would need help from professionals. The Mandalorian Warriors; the same warriors that Jango Fett had dressed up as when he was working. That's what Boba Fett wanted: the intimidating T-shaped visor and the rest of the outfit. All the cool little gadgets too. Boba Fett smiled to himself, the wicked little smile formed with one side of his mouth. He had, after all, never really smiled before, only once or twice. That was the way he had been razed, to take his father's place in the bounty hunter trade. So that is what I must do: become a bounty hunter. I must go to find the Mandalorian Warriors and learn their ways, the little plotter thought.
Slave I was drifting in open space, after a quick hyper jump out of the sector. Boba's hand darted to the coordinates for the next hyper jump, this one to the Mandalorians. He paused, his brow wrinkling in frustration and sudden realization. He didn't know where the Mandalorians were. Cursing silently, Boba leaned back to do some thinking. He'd have to go back to the cloning planet to collect some things, like some other pairs of clothes and some of his own weapons. Back to Kodir…
Slave I shot back into hyper space, leaving nothing behind. At least, nothing Boba Fett new of. The Jedi ship, hidden by a cloaking device, sat silently,[ooc: well, duh, there's no sound in space] and watchful. The pilot, Mac Windu, placed his chin in his hand, like he does when in deep thought. I thought I killed him, he pondered, not knowing that he really did and had just seen Jango's son leave, and not Jango. Mac Windu was completely unaware that Jango had a "son". He frowned; he'd have to keep his eye open for the bounty hunter. Maybe he'd talk to Obi-Wan; after all, he did met Jango face to face. Mac Windu sighed and traced the hyper jump of the other ship. It had gone to Kodir. That proved his thoughts, it was indeed the bounty hunter he thought he had killed. Tapping in the coordinates for Coresaunt, he found himself thinking of the boy he had seen up on the balcony with Jango and Count Dooku. He did not know why. Mac shook his head, clearing it of the boy's image.
On Coresaunt, Obi-Wan Kenobi strode threw the Jedi Temple, his thoughts far away from the subject of bounty hunters. He saw Mac Windu walking quickly toward him, a troubled expression on his face.
"Master Windu, a pleasure to see you again. I hope your journey was successful." Obi-Wan said pleasantly, bowing to his superior. "You did find the pilot of the bounty hunter's ship after it took off, didn't you?"
"No, I'm afraid not. I have a suspicion that I did not destroy the bounty hunter. It could have been a clone?"
Obi pondered over this. "No, I do not believe…"
"But then who could be piloting the ship?"
Obi, his mind on other things at the present, had forgotten the son, Boba Fett. He shook his head in confusion. "I do not know. Meditate over this, Master Windu. The answer will present its self in time."
The end, for this chapter anyway. I gotta start making them longer…. What did you think this time? I couldn't remember the cloning planet's name, but I think it's Kodir or something like that. Please read and review! To all those who read, and don't review: E chu'ta! Pardon my language.