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Chapter 2
So it was decided: Boba Fett would get what he wanted for the price he wanted; even the Prime Minister of Kamino didn't want to displease the bounty hunter. Boba had moved into the new quarters and dressed in simple clothing, without any of his armor, though he always kept a blaster in reach. At the moment, a blaster was slung over his hip as he strode down the corridor with Tuan We. The bright whiteness had stung his eyes when he was first without his helmet, but he soon got used to it.
Boba felt a mild curiosity of what it was like to be cloned: he had never seen his father do it, but he was under the impression of lots and lots of needles. He figured that he wouldn't need so many needles, after all, he only wanted one clone, not millions.
He was led into a medium sized room with a strange concoction sitting in the middle of the room. Around it, several machines with needles on them also made an intimidating figure. Boba raised an eyebrow at Tuan We.
"You won't be using all these needles, of course. Only one or two, or something like that. Cloning is not my job here." Tuan We drifted out of the room, leaving Boba to the cloners.
It hadn't been so bad. Boba was now back in his room, free of needles and hovering Kaminoans. He sat back in a chair, wondering what to do now. He looked at his neat pile of equipment, but everything was in tiptop shape and clean and would work without a second's delay. He crossed his arms over his chest, then looked down. He realized his body structure was not like his father's. He wasn't as bulky, and his muscles didn't show themselves off, but anyone who had fought him knew that he was not the person to get in hand-to-hand combat with, and people knew that even if they hadn't fought him. This caused him to wonder: would his son look a little different from him? Maybe, maybe not. Tuan We had said that sometimes a clone's DNA and/or genes get a little scrambled in the process, but drastic changes were not common; in fact, it was one in five-hundred thousand that the DNA and/or genes got scrambled in the tiniest bit, and one in a million that the DNA and/or genes got scrambled drastically.
So a day passed with Boba feeling restless, a feeling he had not felt for years. He slept fitfully and with a blaster in a hand's reach. He wondered how long the process to actually come up with a baby clone took. The second day of waiting and finally news came.
There was a small ding as the door slide open and a young Kaminoan came in; there was something about his eyes that made Boba feel something was wrong.
"Please come with me, sir." said the Kaminoan in a misty voice. "They want you to see your clone. There has been a, well, error."
"WHAT?!"
Boba stood with the ease and agility of a cat and kept up easily with the stride of the Kaminoan. They entered a room with one jar at the far wall. The jar was filled with a bluish liquid and there was a baby floating around in there with tubes and wires attached to it. Boba approached cautiously, wondering what he would see. He looked down into the glass and noticed something was wrong.
"Uh, I'm not big on babies, but," he paused to make sure he had looked right, "isn't there something missing."
"Yes, there was a mix up in the er, X and Y genes and your clone, sir, um."
"One in a million," Boba murmured, gazing down at his daughter.
ONE in a million, how sad. Oh well, I'm sure it will work out nicely. Review VERY welcome, thanks. Sorry it was so short, but it was to get the plot going.
Chapter 2
So it was decided: Boba Fett would get what he wanted for the price he wanted; even the Prime Minister of Kamino didn't want to displease the bounty hunter. Boba had moved into the new quarters and dressed in simple clothing, without any of his armor, though he always kept a blaster in reach. At the moment, a blaster was slung over his hip as he strode down the corridor with Tuan We. The bright whiteness had stung his eyes when he was first without his helmet, but he soon got used to it.
Boba felt a mild curiosity of what it was like to be cloned: he had never seen his father do it, but he was under the impression of lots and lots of needles. He figured that he wouldn't need so many needles, after all, he only wanted one clone, not millions.
He was led into a medium sized room with a strange concoction sitting in the middle of the room. Around it, several machines with needles on them also made an intimidating figure. Boba raised an eyebrow at Tuan We.
"You won't be using all these needles, of course. Only one or two, or something like that. Cloning is not my job here." Tuan We drifted out of the room, leaving Boba to the cloners.
It hadn't been so bad. Boba was now back in his room, free of needles and hovering Kaminoans. He sat back in a chair, wondering what to do now. He looked at his neat pile of equipment, but everything was in tiptop shape and clean and would work without a second's delay. He crossed his arms over his chest, then looked down. He realized his body structure was not like his father's. He wasn't as bulky, and his muscles didn't show themselves off, but anyone who had fought him knew that he was not the person to get in hand-to-hand combat with, and people knew that even if they hadn't fought him. This caused him to wonder: would his son look a little different from him? Maybe, maybe not. Tuan We had said that sometimes a clone's DNA and/or genes get a little scrambled in the process, but drastic changes were not common; in fact, it was one in five-hundred thousand that the DNA and/or genes got scrambled in the tiniest bit, and one in a million that the DNA and/or genes got scrambled drastically.
So a day passed with Boba feeling restless, a feeling he had not felt for years. He slept fitfully and with a blaster in a hand's reach. He wondered how long the process to actually come up with a baby clone took. The second day of waiting and finally news came.
There was a small ding as the door slide open and a young Kaminoan came in; there was something about his eyes that made Boba feel something was wrong.
"Please come with me, sir." said the Kaminoan in a misty voice. "They want you to see your clone. There has been a, well, error."
"WHAT?!"
Boba stood with the ease and agility of a cat and kept up easily with the stride of the Kaminoan. They entered a room with one jar at the far wall. The jar was filled with a bluish liquid and there was a baby floating around in there with tubes and wires attached to it. Boba approached cautiously, wondering what he would see. He looked down into the glass and noticed something was wrong.
"Uh, I'm not big on babies, but," he paused to make sure he had looked right, "isn't there something missing."
"Yes, there was a mix up in the er, X and Y genes and your clone, sir, um."
"One in a million," Boba murmured, gazing down at his daughter.
ONE in a million, how sad. Oh well, I'm sure it will work out nicely. Review VERY welcome, thanks. Sorry it was so short, but it was to get the plot going.