Disclaimer: Do I really have to tell you this again? Sigh…
Here is a nice LONG chapter for you guys! :) I know it could actually be considered as two chapters but since the parts were so close to each other it just fit better as one chapter. So enjoy a good read!
Aww Kish has left!! How will Boba get along without her?? Oh dear oh dear oh dear…
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Lightning flashed across the black sky of Kamino and a sharp beam escaped from the clouds and stuck the top of the churning ocean waters. The darkness was lit up for a split second, outlining the shapes of two figures that stood on one of the platforms of the cloning facility of Tipoca City. Boba faced his father in a defensive stance, making sure to keep himself focused on his every move. Jango stepped to the right and Boba immediately turned to keep him in front of him, not letting Jango get the advantage of circling around and attacking the vulnerable spots of his sides and back. His father suddenly leapt forward and swung his arm in an arc through the air at Boba. Boba blocked the blow with his forearm and ducked as Jango's other arm countered his move. He twisted away from Jango and sidestepped around into an offensive position then applied a series of swift punches between the plates of his father's Mandalorian armor. Jango caught Boba's fist and yanked him forward then twisted his arm behind him into a hold. Boba quickly used his free arm to jab his elbow into Jango's stomach plate to distract him and managed to pull out of Jango's grasp.
He panted hard as the rain beat down against him and he waited as his father readied another attack. They had been practicing now for over three hours and every fiber within Boba's body was aching with fatigue. His clothes clung to him, soaked completely through and he swiped at his wet hair to clear his vision. The lightning flashed again, seeming to strike closer to the platform they were on and Boba jumped slightly at the sudden impact of the electricity. Jango took the opportunity in his son's moment of distraction and faked a move to the left then grabbed his son by the shoulder and slipped his leg between Boba's and tripped him, causing Boba to land on his side against the water covered platform.
Boba rolled onto his back intending to leap to his feet when Jango's hand pressed down hard against his chest and his other hand readied to strike a lethal blow to his head. However the fist never came down and Boba looked up into Jango's dark eyes. Rainwater streamed down Jango's face, dripping off of his nose and chin and his mouth was parted as he breathed heavily from the exertions of their battle.
"Remember that becoming distracted in a fight will often end up getting you killed," Jango reminded Boba as he released the pressure off of his son's chest. The corners of Jango's mouth curved upwards as he lowered his hand and pulled Boba to his feet, patting him fondly on the shoulder.
"However you did good today son. I'm proud of you."
Boba grinned and wiped the water from his face, his father's praise warming his chilled body against the rain.
Jango looked at his chrono and nodded towards the platform hatchway,
"Go and get changed now. Taun We will be waiting for you with today's lessons," he told him. Boba nodded and moved to leave but suddenly he saw another figure standing just outside the doorway, watching them through the storm. For a split second Boba's stomach twisted into knots, thinking that the figure was Kish, but then the lightning came again and the sleek form of Zam was revealed.
His happiness died in his throat. He lowered his eyes to the ground and slowly walked up to her and she gave him a small nod of acknowledgment, her face holding its usual smug look. Boba returned the greeting and went into the facility, leaving her alone with his father. Jango strode up to Zam and stopped in front of her. Her eyes boldly roamed over his disheveled appearance then back up to his emotionless face.
"Your son seems more quiet than usual," she said.
"Why would you be concerned about that?"
She shrugged casually, "Just wondering what caused it."
"How would I know?" Jango replied coldly as he moved past her into the corridor. She followed a pace behind as they made their way back to his apartment.
Jango knew full well what was wrong with his son; however he felt that it wasn't something that concerned Zam. Boba's attitude had been this way ever since Kish had left two and a half years ago.
They reached the empty apartment and Jango began stripping off his wet armor and lying it out on the table to let it dry. Zam leaned up against a wall and watched as her lover moved about the room, his soaked clothes plastered against the hardened muscles of his body. She ran the tip of her tongue over her upper lip as an intense wave of desire built within her groin, making her quiver with excitement. Jango is indeed a fine specimen, she thought to herself with a sly smile.
"I have a job for you," he spoke up suddenly. Zam managed to drag her sight up from his crotch to his face and arched one slender eyebrow.
"Oh really? What is it?" she asked huskily.
Amusement flickered through Jango's eyes as he caught the passion in her voice. He advanced on her slowly, like a predator that had backed its next meal into a corner.
"An assassination."
Zam backed up until the wall pressed up against her, preventing her from moving away from Jango anymore. He put his hands against the wall on either side of her body and leaned in close, his face inches away from hers.
"Who am I to assassinate?" she whispered, looking up at him demurely.
His breath was warm as he moved his mouth to hover over the bare expanse of her neck and he brought one hand down and brushed it across the tip of her right breast.
"A woman named Senator Amidala," he breathed against her throat.
The pressure of his lips sent quivers of pleasure through Zam's body, her heart rapidly beating within her chest. She grinned,
"A Senator… that's a pretty high target," she murmured.
He shifted against her until his body was pressed against hers and she had to tip back her head to look at him. He stared down at her, his gaze burning as it passed over her flushed face and his large hands grasped her waist tightly.
"Who said it would be easy?" he rumbled as he pulled her off of her feet and pushed his pelvis against hers, her legs wrapping around his waist, anchoring her to the wall. His lips crushed against hers and she opened her mouth, welcoming the velvety feel of him as their tongues entwined in a hypnotic and fluid dance. Zam bit down on his lower lip and he hissed in pain and pressed himself even harder against her. Jango's lips assaulted hers again and she whimpered under their force, the taste of him sending her senses spiraling down a whirlpool of pleasure. Before she realized what had happened Jango had carried her into his room and had laid her upon his bed. He moved back and looked hungrily down at her. She shifted until she sat on the edge of the bed in front of him and slowly her hands reached up and with deft fingers, she began to undo the clasps of his shirt, running a trail of moist fire with her mouth along his tanned skin as it was exposed. He shrugged off the shirt as her lips brushed over a flat nipple, flicking it with the tip of her tongue making it rigid under her attentions.
She continued down the broad expanse of his chest to the chiseled lines of his stomach, his muscles tightening at the contact, her hand now stroking up his thigh to the clasp of his belt and she tugged on it with a hidden urgency as her mouth met the edge of his pants. Zam yanked off the belt as she kneeled down beside the bed, and moved the fabric out of her way and her lips enclosed around his engorged erection, his ragged breathing sending thrills of excitement through her heated body. She took him entirely into her mouth, drawing on him, wanting to pleasure every fiber of his being. He ran his hand through her silky hair and his head tilted back as every drop of essence within his body seemed to amplify in mind numbing amounts.
Finally the last of his restraint vanished. He reached down and gripped her under her arms and pulled her up to meet him in a fierce kiss as he forced her back down onto the mattress and skillfully stripped her of her clothing and positioned himself between her open thighs. Her eyes were glazed over in passion and she gripped onto his shoulders as he plunged into her causing her to cry out as he filled her. Jango grasped her smooth legs and brought them up to rest on his powerful shoulders as he thrust into her, her nails scrapping down his arms as she rose up to meet his strokes. She was so hot and tight and he clenched his teeth as he labored over top of her, the tips of her breasts teasing his chest and she arched her back, trying to press herself against him as much as possible.
Liquid fire consumed her as her orgasm surged over her, causing her to scream out his name, not caring if the whole damn galaxy heard. The contracting of her muscles around him and the intensity of her heat drove him over the edge and he joined her in her cries of animal passion.
Jango collapsed against her, his breathing labored. He felt her legs slid down his sides to rest against his lower half and she nipped at his ear as she clenched herself around his sex, enticing another groan from him. He shifted his body until he was looking down at her, his eyes glinting like two black jewels in the pale light from the window. He slid out of her and rolled onto his back, dragging her with him to lay her head against his chest. His one arm wrapped around her slim waist and the other reached out and pulled the blankets over top of their sweat glistening bodies and slowly their racing hearts returned to normal as the blissfulness of sleep overcame them.
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Jango yawned and ran a hand over his eyes as he stretched beneath the warmth of the covers. He sat up and glanced down at the still form of Zam who lay on her side, her back to him. Her soft breathing indicated that she still slept and Jango quietly shifted over to the side of the bed and donned his pants before leaving the room. He went over to the sink in the kitchen area of the apartment and got a glass of cold water. It soothed his throat as he drank it down and he sighed in relief as it took away some of the heat within him.
He was about to go back in to Zam when Jango noticed that Boba's door was open. He frowned knowing that his son preferred to keep it closed during the night. He entered the room to see Boba sitting by his window in the dark, staring up into the pitch black sky of Kamino. Jango sighed,
"You've become infatuated with her," he said to Boba.
Boba turned and gave his father a half glance before looking back out the window. His shoulders slumped slightly and he fiddled with the edge of his shirt,
"No I haven't," Boba said unconvincingly.
"There is no room for love in a bounty hunter's life," Jango stated. "It will stray you from your course and make you forget about the hunt."
Boba had heard all of this before from his father. The two prime rules that had been drilled into his head through his lessons was that solitude was what kept you alive in this crime infested galaxy and the other was that emotions were welcomed on the inside but they were to never be shown to others who could use them against you to their advantage.
"I don't love her, she's just a friend," Boba replied to Jango as he turned to face him fully on. "Besides, what about you and Zam? Don't you love her?"
Jango's eyes darkened at Boba's words and suddenly Boba wished that he had kept his mouth shut.
"There are two types of relationships you can have with a woman," Jango countered. "And one of them can be severed quickly if the situation arises. Now go to sleep, you need your rest."
Boba nodded and obediently climbed into his bed, pulling the covers up tightly to his chin. Jango shut the door but instead of going back to his own room he headed to the storage room of the apartment. He opened up one of the compartments in the wall and his reflection stared back out at him from the dark. The visor of his Mandalorian helmet seemed to watch him as if it had a life of its own, glimmering with cold malice and hiding dark secrets. Jango reached out and tentatively stroked the metallic plating. He had given up so much when he had chosen to don the armor of the Mandalorians, and so much had also been taken away from him. He could still hear the screams of his mother as his father fell to the ground, a blaster shot through his head and the cries of his big sister as she was led away by the soldiers to be ravished and then slaughtered as soon as they had finished with her. His hand clenched into a fist remembering his mother shoving him away, towards the cover of the fields and turning to face their attackers, giving him a chance to escape and survive. He had run as fast as he could into the yellow wheat thinking that somehow she would follow him. Instead of meeting up with her though, he had come face to face with a troop of Mandalorians, the ones that the soldiers had been looking for. Jango helped them in their escape from the fire trap that had been set in order to catch them and in return he had been taken under the wing of the Mandalorian leader, Jaster Mereel, and therefore been incorporated into their ranks as one of them.
Jango had vowed upon that day to exact his revenge on his family's murderers and had accepted the ways and lifestyle of the Mandalorians, knowing that they would be the ones who would set him on the path of his vow.
Jango closed the compartment, shutting out that day from his mind as he had done so many times in the past. Love was a foolish notion that made you weak in times when you needed your mind clear in order to escape death's grasp. He had all he needed in his life right now; his ship, his armor, the hunt, and his son. However his love for Boba was different than the love that one had for a woman for Boba would grow up to carry on his legacy, would take his place in the galaxy after his demise and make sure that the line of the Fett's would not end with Jango. No…the love for his son was acceptable and fit into his life for his son had to obey him and follow him where he wished to go, whereas another independent being would have their own plans and would want to follow them on their own path of life.
Jango entered his room and paused beside the bed, gazing down at Zam's sleeping form. She had rolled onto her back, her peaceful face making her look innocent, almost childlike. Jango slipped off his pants and joined her under the covers. He gently ran a hand down the soft skin of her neck relaxing in the tranquility of the moment. He hadn't wanted to admit it, but when Boba had asked him about loving Zam he had felt shock forming in the pit of his stomach, realizing that his son had maybe seen something that had been blind to his own eyes. Did he love her?...
Jango forced such an obscene question from his thoughts. Love is unacceptable, he told himself as his eyes roamed over the alluring figure beside him. Making love on the other hand…
His lips brushed over hers, tenderly as to not wake her and slowly they traveled down her neck to the gentle swell of her breasts. He moved the blankets to pool about her waist and ran his hand along the curve of her stomach while he kissed one creamy globe in a circular patter, ever coming closer to its soft rose coloured peak. Zam's shallow breathing quickened and she moaned softly in her sleep. He smiled and continued.
As his mouth closed around her nipple he felt Zam's hand in his hair indicating that she was awake and aware of what he was doing. He flicked his tongue over the delicate tip before drawing it into his mouth, making her sigh in bliss. His fingers grazed over the soft curls between her legs to stroke between her moist folds. Her hips moved off the bed under his touch, wanting more. His mouth followed the trail his hand had set and he pressed his lips upon the inside of each thigh sending small shivers of pleasure through her.
Zam had been taken by surprise when she had woken up to the delectable feeling of someone kissing her breasts. Upon seeing Jango's head nuzzling at her chest she had been instantly aroused and now under his teasing and extremely tender touch she felt herself losing control as the ache for him filled every inch of her body. Jango's tongue found its way to the junction between her legs and Zam gasped out his name as waves of pleasure consumed her.
"Shhh," he whispered against her skin before continuing his erotic torment. Zam nodded and bit her lip as he thrust his tongue into her, tasting her honey sweet essence. She felt her insides clench and quake as another orgasm ricocheted through her and Jango held onto her tightly as she squirmed beneath him as his mouth drove her to new heights. Finally he pulled away and watched her as she struggled to catch her breath. His eyes were clouded over with lust and he caressed her cheek with one finger.
"So beautiful," he whispered.
Zam felt herself blushing at his words; she couldn't understand where this suddenly tender Jango had come from. Usually their love making was rough and animalistic, but tonight… Zam threw all caution into the wind as she entwined her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a passionate kiss. Who cares about the reason for his behavior tonight, she thought, I'm going to enjoy this.
She gently pressed a hand against his chest to get him to roll onto his back and she straddled his waist, his hands guiding her hips as she positioned herself over him. As she slid down onto his rigid shaft Jango closed his eyes savoring the feeling of her warmth. Zam eased up until he almost came out of her before plunging back down, setting a pace that soon had the both of them gasping.
He thrust up into her as he felt his control begin to shatter and he quickly pulled Zam down, pressing his lips against hers, as his release caused another orgasm to take her. Her scream of pleasure was muffled against his mouth and her hands gripped his arms as her body shook violently.
As they were brought back to reality Jango moved to lay on his side with Zam curled up beside him, her smooth body fitting perfectly against his. His lips lingered on her neck as she drifted off to sleep and soon Jango allowed himself to follow.
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The Senator's starship streaked through the wispy clouds that blanketed Coresant in a hazy ghostlike scene. Tall towers of the city rose from the depths of the clouds, sharp architectural masterpieces that seemed to defy the laws of gravity with their rooftops hundreds of stories high, a brilliant contrast to the gloom of the early morning. Other star craft flew between the buildings, each with their own destination for the day ahead of them. The Naboo craft stood out from the others, its sleek metallic hull, devoid of any symbols or structures that would mar its surface. It was currently being flanked by two one manned fighter ships therefore under obvious protection, indicating that something or someone aboard the ship was worth of great value. Most creatures paid little heed to the three since fancy ships were not uncommon on the city planet of Coresant, home to the Republic Senate and the esteemed council of the Jedi; however during this misty morning, one person was in fact monitoring the decent of the craft.
Zam focused on its hull with her bio-lenses getting a clearer view of her prey. She stood on an overhang of a building that rose next to the platform that the Senator's ship would be landing on and she had every intention of making sure her work was executed flawlessly. Her speeder hovered just behind her, out of sight of the approaching target, in case Zam needed to make a hasty exit.
Panels opened up on the underside of the starship, extracting the landing gear as the pilot positioned the craft over the platform in one perfect motion. Steam hissed as it touched down on the metal and the ramp began lowering to allow the passengers to debark. The two pilots from the other ships met and began to converse, unaware of the danger that was hanging over their heads.
Her binocular scanner zoomed in on a woman in white who was beginning to exit the main ship, flanked by at least a dozen followers.
Zam grinned, just a few more seconds…
The explosion of the thermal bombs that Zam had planted hours ago tore through the ship, sending metal and debris flying everywhere and billowing black smoke coiled up into the sky like a dark serpent. Everyone out of the reach of the bombs were thrown to the ground, unable to run to the aid of the less fortunate. Zam smiled as her gaze traveled over the woman in white, who lay on her front beside the burning ship. The life probes in Zam's helmet read that the woman had severe injuries and was dying. Perfect…
One of the pilots managed to get to its feet and raced over to the still form of the woman. The pilot yanked off its helmet and Zam's eyes widened in shock as she saw the face of the Senator. She quickly focused back in on the injured woman and realized that they had used a decoy. Her fist clenched angrily at her stupidity at not seeing through their plot. She watched as Senator Amidala leaned over the injured decoy and whisper something to her just before the other woman's life faded away. The other pilot, a dark skinned man, ran up to Amidala and forced her to go with him, most likely telling her that she was not safe at the moment.
No fuckin' kidding, Zam thought to herself as she aimed her rifle at Amidala's pretty head. The targeting beeped as it locked on and Zam squeezed on the trigger.
Suddenly a security ship rose directly in front of her, responding to the distress call. Zam immediately flattened herself up against the building wall, keeping herself in the shadows as she quickly dashed back to her speeder and took off in the other direction before they realized that she had been there.
As she zoomed past the buildings she felt the heavy chain of failure wrap itself around her, hatred rising within her soul making her want to lash out at herself for being unable to complete her task.
"Jango isn't going to like this," she whispered.
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Night had fallen when Zam met up with Jango. He stood waiting for her on one of the overpasses in the heart of Coresant. She took a deep breath and strode up confidently to him, not about to let him become aware of her feelings at that moment. The glow of the nightlife and passing traffic reflected off of his Mandalorian armor and he watched her with hidden eyes. She could feel his gaze though as it moved over her body, cold and emotionless. This was the Jango Fett that was known throughout the galaxy, a ruthless hunter, precise and deadly. The tender Jango that she had seen two nights ago had vanished back into the darkness.
"I hit the ship but they used a decoy," she informed him, but knowing him, he probably already knew.
"We'll have to try something better than this time Zam. My client is getting impatient."
Uh oh, not good, Zam thought.
He held out a glass cylinder to her and she grasped it in her hand. "Here take these. Be careful, they're very poisonous."
Zam glanced into the container and saw that it held two insects of some kind. She nodded and began to leave,
"Zam!"
She turned back towards him.
"There can be no mistakes this time," he warned.
She gave him her usual smirk but internally she was trembling.
Jango disappeared back into the dark and Zam pulled out a small messenger droid from a compartment in her speeder. To get the creatures into Amidala's quarters would take some stealth maneuvering since most likely she was under heavy guard. The messenger droid would have no trouble in reaching her apartment and it was equipped with a multitude of different tools that would enable it to access any room she was in. Zam gave the tube to the droid after coding in the Senator's DNA scan and it zipped off into the bustle of traffic to its destination. Zam leaned against the wall out of the light and waited.
It turned out that she didn't have to wait long. Her helmet beeped indicating that the droid was returning and she adjusted her scanner in on it. She suddenly froze as she saw a man hanging onto it, a man in Jedi robe. Without a second thought Zam crossed over to her speeder and picked up her 33T assault rifle which she quickly aimed at the droid. The targeting in her scanner lined up and she fired off a perfect shot, the droid exploding and sending the man plunging to a certain death. She didn't stay however to make sure of his demise since the Jedi were extremely surprising people and she quickly got into her speeder and zoomed off into the opposite direction.
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Shit! They're still behind me! Zam's mind screamed at her as she dodged through the crowd. The Jedi man had survived and had been joined by a younger Jedi and they had succeeded in following Zam and bringing down her speeder therefore leaving her without means of a quick escape. Now she was on foot trying to outdistance them but they were catching up with each second. Finally she spotted a bar and ducked inside.
It was full of humans and aliens alike and Zam quickly melted into the crowd, her Clawdite form shifting and allowing her to blend it. She saw the Jedi enter cautiously and begin looking around the bar for her. They split up and Zam saw her chance to surprise one and quickly cut him down. She smirked and slowly began stalking her prey. She unlocked her blaster from her hip and gripped it skillfully in one hand, keeping it low as to not attract unwanted attention. Slowly…just a few more feet… Her finger squeezed on the trigger…
Suddenly the older Jedi ignited his lightsaber and lashed out behind him striking Zam in the side and cutting off her hand, the blaster flying to another area of the bar. Zam cried out in pain and shock and she slumped to the floor. The younger man ran over to them and quickly dispersed the curious onlookers with a wave of his hand. The older one put his arm around Zam and helped her to her feet and managed to drag her to the alleyway at the back of the bar.
Jango Fett watched from a rooftop as the two Jedi appeared from the bar and laid Zam down on the concrete ground. His helmeted gaze ran over her body noting the deep gash in her side and her missing hand. The vital signs in his helmet told him that her wounds were life threatening and would need immediate medical attention. He pressed the intercom button and picked up the conversation happening below him.
"Do you know who it was you were trying to kill?" stated the older Jedi knight.
Zam coughed struggling to catch her breath. "It was a Senator from Naboo."
"And who hired you?" Obi Wan Kenobi demanded from the bounty hunter.
Zam winced as the fire in her side and arm seemed to sweep throughout her entire body. The pain was nothing she had ever felt before. The two Jedi leaned over her, their bodies blocking out the light from the signs overhead. She knew that she had been caught and there was no chance of getting away from them this time.
I failed…
She smiled smugly, "It was just a job."
"You hired you? Tell us," Anakin asked, making his voice soothing and calm.
She looked up at his face. So young…and he had taken her down… The shame returned and Zam could feel it taking over her body and soul. Her eyes shifted and suddenly she saw the outline of Jango amid the darkness of the night.
I failed. I won't be able to face him again. I failed him…
Jango knew that she was looking at him. He frowned as he saw a wave of regret pass over her face.
There is nothing left for me; I cannot call myself a bounty hunter anymore. All that is left is death…
He knew what she was thinking; he knew what she was going to do. Jango swallowed hard and readied a toxic dart…
"Tell us now!!" ordered Anakin Skywalker.
Her eyes flickered away from Jango and up to the young Jedi's face, which loomed over her like a shadow of death. Her hand clenched at her side,
"It was a bounty hunter called..."
Zam was cut off as the dart embedded itself in her neck. Its poison flowed into her, stopping her heart and suffocating her as it compressed her lungs. She could feel herself shift back into her true Clawdite form as the life was drawn out of her.
"Weer sonny slimua raway," she managed to choke out before falling back against the ground.
The last thing she saw was Jango igniting his jetpack and disappearing beyond the buildings. She smiled.
Goodbye my love…
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It took an eternity for the Jedi to leave.
Jango slowly walked up to Zam's still body and knelt beside her. His gloved hand ran over her face; beautiful even in death. The rage that filled him made him want to howl at the night sky, made him want to rip apart every single being within his reach. He growled in frustration at his tormenting emotions that churned within his black soul. Jango gently took Zam into his arms, holding her against his chest…
The fires had died down to glowing embers when he returned. The fields were charred ash, sending waves of the soft gray dust up into the night sky to rain down as eerie flakes creating the illusion of snow. The ash settled itself on Jango's small body as he walked around what once had been his home but now was nothing more than a pit of death. He had managed to convince the Mandalorian soldiers to bring him back after the enemy had left. At first they had denied saying that it was too dangerous but Jaster had eventually turned his way, telling Jango that he would be allowed but only for a short time. They waited for him beyond the ridge near the watergate and Jango knew that he couldn't idle. He stopped before his house, the timbers creaking in the wind on the verge of collapse. There in front of the doorway lay the form of Jango's father. He was covered in his own blood, his head brutally mutilated from the blaster shot and his skin was burnt from the fire, peeling off to mix with the ashes. Jango twisted away from the gruesome sight as his stomach rose in his throat and his vision blurred. He swallowed hard fighting down his fear and anguish as he quickly continued around the side of the house.
He came upon the barn that had once stood at the back of their property but now was nothing more than a heap of beams and metal plating. Not even the animals they had kept had escaped the wrath of the destruction as Jango's gaze shifted over the charred bodies, half covered with a soft coat of ash. The silence was broken only by the sound of the embers crackling in the coolness of the wind and the slight shifting of the ash over the burnt ground. He turned to leave when suddenly a faint whimper drifted through the air to his ears. Jango's head snapped up and he ran towards its origin. He came upon the large boulders that had been placed beside the barn and Jango could see a slender white leg beyond them. He turned around the pile and saw his sister.
Her shredded clothes were soaked in blood and large vicroblade wounds had been slashed along her milky skin, exposing flesh and bone. Her long black hair laid spread out around her head, a dark halo against her pale complexion. Jango ran over to her and knelt beside her body. Her chest rose with faint breaths and her hands trembled against the dirt. He tenderly lifted her head onto his lap and her chocolate brown eyes flickered open to gaze up at him.
"Jango…you're here," she whispered, her lips curving into a soft smile making a thin line of blood run down from one corner of her mouth.
"Yes," he choked as he gently ran his hand through her hair. "You're going to be alright, Sau. I'll get you help and they'll heal you…"
"No! Don't leave me Jango!" Sau cried and clutched at his shirt with one hand. "Please…don't leave me alone!"
"But you'll die!" he sobbed.
"That's alright," she murmured, her eyes glazing over as tears ran down her cheeks, mixing with her blood. "You're here with me. I'm no longer lonely."
"Sau…"
"Our parents are dead aren't they?"
Jango nodded. "I…I couldn't save them."
Sau hushed softly and snuggled closer against Jango's warmth.
"Neither could I…The men hurt me Jango."
He felt her sobs and he held her tighter, as if he could somehow take away her pain.
Her voice rasped as her lungs filled with blood. "Promise me… promise me that you will kill them…"
"I promise," he vowed to her, his own tears running freely down his face.
Her breathing was slower now, her chest laboring as it rose and fell.
"Don't leave me Sau!" he cried. "Please don't die!"
Her eyes closed and the smile played again on her lips one last time.
"I love you, my brother…" she whispered.
Her hand dropped away from his clothing as her body went limp in his arms.
No…
His cries racked through him as he held her against him, his forehead touching hers. His older sister, the one who had understood him and had brought nothing but happiness to his life was now gone forever, her life having been brutally torn from her.
A hand suddenly was placed on Jango's shoulder and he looked up to see Jaster Mereel standing beside him. Jaster's green Mandalorian helmet was under one arm and his black eyes watched Jango with sympathy and understanding.
"We must go now," he said softly.
"I can't leave her like this," Jango told him hoarsely.
Jaster nodded and moved around in front of him to carefully gather Sau up in his arms. Jango rose, walking beside Jaster and they went to rejoin the others…
He had buried Sau that night, under the willow tree near the river that she had loved so much. His arms tightened around Zam's body as the memories of holding his dying sister swept through him. Only this time Zam had chosen death over life and Jango knew that nothing would have changed her mind. He had known that she would try to reveal information to the Jedi in order to get him to silence her. He had played his part in her suicide and now he was left alone.
He brought his struggling emotions under control and carried Zam back to his ship…
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The icy rain of the night chilled Jango as he stood on a deserted platform of Tipoca City. His bare hands gripped the railing and his eyes traced the patterns of the waves as they were whipped about by the wind.
When he had returned to Kamino he had taken the Slave 1 out to hover over a vast stretch of black ocean and had laid Zam's body to rest. The vision of her sinking beneath the frothing water was still fresh in his mind and he gripped the railing harder as her last words to him on Coresant echoed through his mind,
"I'm sorry…"
It was with those words that Jango had finally come to realize the feelings that he had for her. The love had always been there, deep within him, but he had never acknowledged it for fear of becoming vulnerable to its power. Now it was too late; Zam would never know how he felt.
Would I have told her? He thought. Most likely not since it was not in his nature to go about admitting his feelings to others; but he knew that he would have acted upon it, maybe showing her with actions rather than words. He closed his eyes and sighed as he tilted his head upwards letting the rain stream down his face, cooling his hot skin.
"Farewell Zam," he whispered to the night sky.
The wind howled and the rain fell and the love of one man disappeared into the shadows of the bounty hunter once more.
***So how'd ya like it??? Yay! I finally have a chapter with lemon in it!! (it's been too long). Personally I am very proud of myself and this chapter, I just love every part of it hehehe.
Poor Boba, Kish has been away for two and a half years! Wow, that's a long time. So I guess that makes Boba around twelve and a half during the Attack of the Clones (I know that's not what they made him in the movie but I needed to change it so it fit my future chapters). I know that this was a long read but since I enjoy long chapters (YAY) I thought that you guys might. So now I'm in to the plot of AOTC so let's see how it goes :) Also, on another personal note, I don't think Boba is too young to be infatuated with someone. A lot of younger kids have crushes on older people….at least that's what they told us in sex ed. in grade five….. jeez that was a long time ago…
Please review as always oh faithful readers :P