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Chapter 14
Anakin and Padme awoke on a hard damp floor.
"Well back to the world of the wake!" said a deep, well rounded voice. A man stood in the cell with them, tall, impressive, powerful. Anakin recognized him immediately.
"Dooku." He breathed. Padme got to her feet but had to lean against the wall for support. Anakin climbed up beside her and narrowed his eyes at the count. "What do you want?"
"Hardly a welcome for someone who has just saved your life."
"What do you mean?"
"The bounty hunter who was taking you somewhere was caught and now you are here, safe from him."
"But are we safe from you?" Padme asked boldly, somehow finding the strength to stand away from the wall and on her own.
"True, my dear. You are not entirely safe from me, or my master. We have plans for you. As for you, young Skywalker." Count Dooku stroked his chin. "You could come to some use. A bargaining tool maybe. Or perhaps my master will want something else from you."
Anakin's anger burned and the count smiled. "Good, the anger in you is strong. You will need it to be stronger." With that the count wheeled and excited the chamber.
"My master, everything is going as you have foreseen."
"Of course. The Jedi are weak and predictable. It was only expected."
"What to do with the boy though?"
"Keep him. He will be useful in the fight against the Jedi. A bargaining tool perhaps."
"Yes my master."
Count Dooku switched off the hologram and felt pleased with himself. He had predicted his master's idea. His turn swiftly, his cape billowing out behind him, and exited the room. Little did he know that his master had other plans for the boy, and for him.
As soon as Count Dooku left, he was confronted by Boba Fett.
"Ah, Boba Fett. Yes, you will be paid, and paid well might I add. But I have another task for you, also with a large sum of credits at the end."
"Tell me after I get my pay."
"So greedy. Here here." Count Dooku shoved a small chip into the bounty hunter's outstretched hand. Fett examined it for a second, then nodded and looked back up at Count Dooku, ready to listen. "I want you to serve as my body guard for the time being." The count could feel the uneasiness arise within the bounty hunter. "I know you have misgivings, as you father found his death serving me, but it pays well."
Boba gazed suspiciously through his T shaped visor at the count. He did have his misgivings, but the talk of credits at the end sounded good. No, he was not greedy. He had examined his battered armor and had counted the things that needed improving and the credits he had now, even with the new add on, was hardly enough. When he got enough, he would be able to get the things he needed to repair it and then be able to hunt better. Then he would use those credits to improve, and then hunt, then improve, then hunt. It was a circle. A vicious circle that he was perfecting. It was his plan for life.
"How much?" The count named a sum that made Boba's breath catch. That would be enough and more than what he needed. It was quite a lot for a body-guarding job. It was apparent that Count Dooku, or who ever was supplying the credits, did not expect him to survive. He pondered it a bit more, on the enemies of the count he new of, and finally it was too good to pass up. "Fine, but half now, half when it's over."
"A third"
"Two thirds"
"A third."
"Three fourths."
"Two fourths!" the count countered.
"Deal!" Boba said quickly, and the count cursed himself.
"Zark it! Sith spawn!" he programmed another chip. This bounty hunter was smart, but would he survive? Count Dooku highly doubted it.
Boba stood with his arm casually cradling his blaster rifle to his chest and the count thought he looked about as ready to face a R2 unit. What a disgrace to his father, a great bounty hunter, Count Dooku thought bitterly. Ah well, I suppose he will do for now, as long as he lasts.
As long as he lasts my eye!!! Oh well, I'm the author aren't I? I guess I have to get revenge on the count myself!
Thank you so much for all the reviews!
Chapter 14
Anakin and Padme awoke on a hard damp floor.
"Well back to the world of the wake!" said a deep, well rounded voice. A man stood in the cell with them, tall, impressive, powerful. Anakin recognized him immediately.
"Dooku." He breathed. Padme got to her feet but had to lean against the wall for support. Anakin climbed up beside her and narrowed his eyes at the count. "What do you want?"
"Hardly a welcome for someone who has just saved your life."
"What do you mean?"
"The bounty hunter who was taking you somewhere was caught and now you are here, safe from him."
"But are we safe from you?" Padme asked boldly, somehow finding the strength to stand away from the wall and on her own.
"True, my dear. You are not entirely safe from me, or my master. We have plans for you. As for you, young Skywalker." Count Dooku stroked his chin. "You could come to some use. A bargaining tool maybe. Or perhaps my master will want something else from you."
Anakin's anger burned and the count smiled. "Good, the anger in you is strong. You will need it to be stronger." With that the count wheeled and excited the chamber.
"My master, everything is going as you have foreseen."
"Of course. The Jedi are weak and predictable. It was only expected."
"What to do with the boy though?"
"Keep him. He will be useful in the fight against the Jedi. A bargaining tool perhaps."
"Yes my master."
Count Dooku switched off the hologram and felt pleased with himself. He had predicted his master's idea. His turn swiftly, his cape billowing out behind him, and exited the room. Little did he know that his master had other plans for the boy, and for him.
As soon as Count Dooku left, he was confronted by Boba Fett.
"Ah, Boba Fett. Yes, you will be paid, and paid well might I add. But I have another task for you, also with a large sum of credits at the end."
"Tell me after I get my pay."
"So greedy. Here here." Count Dooku shoved a small chip into the bounty hunter's outstretched hand. Fett examined it for a second, then nodded and looked back up at Count Dooku, ready to listen. "I want you to serve as my body guard for the time being." The count could feel the uneasiness arise within the bounty hunter. "I know you have misgivings, as you father found his death serving me, but it pays well."
Boba gazed suspiciously through his T shaped visor at the count. He did have his misgivings, but the talk of credits at the end sounded good. No, he was not greedy. He had examined his battered armor and had counted the things that needed improving and the credits he had now, even with the new add on, was hardly enough. When he got enough, he would be able to get the things he needed to repair it and then be able to hunt better. Then he would use those credits to improve, and then hunt, then improve, then hunt. It was a circle. A vicious circle that he was perfecting. It was his plan for life.
"How much?" The count named a sum that made Boba's breath catch. That would be enough and more than what he needed. It was quite a lot for a body-guarding job. It was apparent that Count Dooku, or who ever was supplying the credits, did not expect him to survive. He pondered it a bit more, on the enemies of the count he new of, and finally it was too good to pass up. "Fine, but half now, half when it's over."
"A third"
"Two thirds"
"A third."
"Three fourths."
"Two fourths!" the count countered.
"Deal!" Boba said quickly, and the count cursed himself.
"Zark it! Sith spawn!" he programmed another chip. This bounty hunter was smart, but would he survive? Count Dooku highly doubted it.
Boba stood with his arm casually cradling his blaster rifle to his chest and the count thought he looked about as ready to face a R2 unit. What a disgrace to his father, a great bounty hunter, Count Dooku thought bitterly. Ah well, I suppose he will do for now, as long as he lasts.
As long as he lasts my eye!!! Oh well, I'm the author aren't I? I guess I have to get revenge on the count myself!