Yeah, FanFic is barely up, but reviewing is down, so I'll just start the
chapter.yeah.
Chapter 3
Boba let the tiny fingers curl around his pointer finger, let her play with his fingers, her eyes looking at them with fascination. He smiled at the baby girl, now two months old and still without a name. He had had a name for a male clone, but now.well, that name wouldn't work. When she grew, Boba didn't want her to think it had been her fault and had a boy's name as punishment; it would get in the way of her training.
Yes, Boba was keeping her, what ever her name would be. He had thought about it for a week, but had become attached to the girl and her charming personality. She was so lively and interested in everything. Boba had often had to rescue her from swallowing little things until he could baby- prof the room. He had put all of his armor and equipment in a locked closet, half afraid she would set off a bomb or something, and half afraid she would choke on one of the little things he had, like a piece of his blaster rifle, one of the little add-ons. Anything else that she could choke on was put in higher places.
She had gone to sleep, her hand falling limply from his, curling up in her blanket and making soft cooing sounds. Boba smiled lovingly. He was becoming soft in just two months, think about in the next year. He had love few things in his life, only his father, that long forgotten man in his mind, his ship, and the hunt. That had been the limit of his feelings toward anything in this galaxy. But now, there was this other little tiny babe that had captured his fancy, bringing out his feelings once more and directing them toward herself. Boba knew, without a doubt, that he would do anything, anything, to protect this little girl.
Little girl. That and Baby were her nicknames. He couldn't think of anything that would suit her. Though imagination and creativity in this subject were not what he was known for; in fact, he hardly had those things in his mind. He used creativity in hunting to think up new strategies sometimes, only sometimes. But that was for hunting, not thinking up names. He had spent all of his time thinking up possibilities, but none of them sounded good to him. It had to have a certain ring to it, like Boba Fett and Jango Fett. they sounded good, intimidating sometimes, and they had both been feared in their times. No, Boba was not retiring, it's just that everyone in the galaxy knew he was gone, so they thought he was dead. Let them think that, they will know the truth soon enough, when he returns to the hunt.
Why return then? He looked down at his daughter, who was fast asleep. This girl was not the kind to wake up suddenly and start crying. Boba had heard women complain about their babies and how they had kept them up all night crying. No, that was not Boba Fett's daughter. She slept like a rock all through the night. Boba got up slowly and walked out of the room he was sharing with her for now and to the closet. He unlocked it silently and put on all his armor and the equipment he had brought with him from his ship. He had left his heavy-duty stuff onboard. He checked on her once more and left out the door to find Tuan We.
"Hello Boba, leaving?"
"Yes, I would like you to keep in touch with this," he handed Tuan We a com- link, "I'll just be away for a day or so, but tell me if something happens and I need to get back here." Without waiting for a reply, he walked down the hall to the docking bay with his ship. He had never planned on leaving, and he had not wanted to, but he missed the hunt and needed to just hunt some low down scum for Jabba or something like that. Nothing too elaborate, just a small bounty, that was all.
He slid into the pilot chair of Slave I with ease, feeling at home in his ship, comfortable. He lifted off, sailing out of the atmosphere and away into hyperspace.
"Drinks for everyone!" shouted Cnat Shanana in a local cantina on Tatooine.
His friend slouched over, refusing to drink, eyes shifting nervously around. "I don't know; he's been gone before."
"Yes, but not this long. Boba Fett is dead, Koult, get it through your head. He's not coming back, and he won't get us. He is dead!" Cnat shook his friend, who finally nodded.
"I suppose your right. Give me a drink."
The whole cantina was an uproar, and so were many others that night on other planets. It had been whispered from ear to ear in hushed voices as if it was said too loud he would hear and come back: Boba Fett is dead.
"An' even if he wasn't, which he isn't, dead, then the bounties on our heads would be too small for him to notice. I mean, 3,000 credits each is so low that even Bossk wouldn't bother. Only small time bounty hunters that we can pick off easy try those." Cnat's voice was slurred from the drink.
"Yeah, your right. To Boba Fett, who finally kicked the bucket!"
"Hear hear!" several creatures around them shouted.
Boba Fett sat outside above the doorway, listening. He felt a sort of amusement at the show the creatures in the cantina were putting on, shouting and drinking. Idiots, he thought. The two he was hunting at the moment would only give him 6,000 credits, but that's ok. He wasn't doing this for credits, just for a small return to the hunt. Rumors would be spread, he new, but let them spread; he didn't care about rumors and he never had.
He was focused on the hunt, all thought of his daughter out of his mind. Maybe he could walk in, that would cause some panic. Or maybe he could wait till they come out, then it would be harder for them to slip away. He decided to wait, perched on to door or the cantina, watching to see who came out.
A group of aliens came out first, hanging on each other for support. Then a group of mixed humans and aliens emerged, but his quarry was not among those either. Finally a group of about 12 humans came out, and Boba Fett sighted his prey. He leapt down, tracking along in the shadows behind them silently. He was catching up, deciding which one to pick off first when he ran into an old woman who was covered in rags. She screeched when she saw who had run into her, and ran out at the group of drunken men, screaming her head off. Boba froze.
"HELP!! HE'S AFTER MEEEEE!!!!!" She ran to the men, who had pulled out there blasters. "BOUNTY HUNTER!!! AAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!" The men form the cantina pushed the woman away and closed in a tight circle. Boba cursed the woman, but it was no use killing her now. The light in the house beside him turned on, and a man came out with a blaster rifle, looking for who said something about a bounty hunter (idiot). Boba Fett turned to the man beside him and shot him down, closing his door and cutting off the light. But it was too late, people had seen him, but it was Koult who shouted first.
"BOBA FEEEEETT!!!!!" Everything erupted into chaos then, people shattered and fired blasters randomly, others threw themselves on the ground, praying or pleading or crying like babies. Boba Fett snapped off a few shots of his own, just to create more confusion. Then he saw Cnat and Koult sneaking away and he emerged from the shadows and rocketed up over the chaos and landed right in front of the fleeing pair.
"Don't move."
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"
Cnat was shot down with a stun bolt, but Koult dived behind be hind some trash and crates. Boba Fett kept one eyes on the chaos and crept up to the crates keeping his blaster steady. The chaos died down, but no one came to help Koult, not wanting to get in Boba Fett's way. Some stayed away to watch, but others fled, afraid.
Koult sat, waiting for the bounty hunter to appear and kill him. Just my luck, he thought, when Boba Fett actually come back, he goes after me. Why ME?! With a spur of a sudden will to live, Koult leapt up and fired his blaster. The shot went wildly off but Boba nonetheless dived out of harms way, behind some crated and scrap metal. Koult could hardly believe it, and he kept firing, keeping the bounty hunter pinned.
It came suddenly. Boba was pinned down by blaster fire, but he knew now. He knew a name for his daughter. Joad. Joad Fett. It was perfect for her. He smiled under his helmet then snapped off a few shots at the merchandise.
"Boba?" Boba jumped, then remembered the com-link to Tuan We.
"Yes, Tuan We?" he growled and snapped off a few more stun blasts over his shoulder.
"Your daughter misses you. She has woken up and is crying."
"Well, honestly, I would come back right now," more blasts over his shoulder, "but I'm kind of in the middle of something." More blasts over his shoulder.
"Well, do hurry. I'll get take care of her till your return." The connection died, and Boba once again returned to the hunt.
Boba returned to Kamino waiting to see his daughter and tell her her name. He walked through the white corridors, and to his room. Tuan We looked up from Joad, who was playing with some large blocks on the floor.
"Boba your back. Was your trip successful?"
"Fairly."
Joad looked up at Boba in his armor and weapons and his helmet, and started to cry.
"Uh, Tuan We? What is she doing?"
Soooo, that's the chapter for now! Hope you like! oh, I'm not planning on doing major time warps, just little ones and not very often. I don't want Joad to grow up too fast. : )
Chapter 3
Boba let the tiny fingers curl around his pointer finger, let her play with his fingers, her eyes looking at them with fascination. He smiled at the baby girl, now two months old and still without a name. He had had a name for a male clone, but now.well, that name wouldn't work. When she grew, Boba didn't want her to think it had been her fault and had a boy's name as punishment; it would get in the way of her training.
Yes, Boba was keeping her, what ever her name would be. He had thought about it for a week, but had become attached to the girl and her charming personality. She was so lively and interested in everything. Boba had often had to rescue her from swallowing little things until he could baby- prof the room. He had put all of his armor and equipment in a locked closet, half afraid she would set off a bomb or something, and half afraid she would choke on one of the little things he had, like a piece of his blaster rifle, one of the little add-ons. Anything else that she could choke on was put in higher places.
She had gone to sleep, her hand falling limply from his, curling up in her blanket and making soft cooing sounds. Boba smiled lovingly. He was becoming soft in just two months, think about in the next year. He had love few things in his life, only his father, that long forgotten man in his mind, his ship, and the hunt. That had been the limit of his feelings toward anything in this galaxy. But now, there was this other little tiny babe that had captured his fancy, bringing out his feelings once more and directing them toward herself. Boba knew, without a doubt, that he would do anything, anything, to protect this little girl.
Little girl. That and Baby were her nicknames. He couldn't think of anything that would suit her. Though imagination and creativity in this subject were not what he was known for; in fact, he hardly had those things in his mind. He used creativity in hunting to think up new strategies sometimes, only sometimes. But that was for hunting, not thinking up names. He had spent all of his time thinking up possibilities, but none of them sounded good to him. It had to have a certain ring to it, like Boba Fett and Jango Fett. they sounded good, intimidating sometimes, and they had both been feared in their times. No, Boba was not retiring, it's just that everyone in the galaxy knew he was gone, so they thought he was dead. Let them think that, they will know the truth soon enough, when he returns to the hunt.
Why return then? He looked down at his daughter, who was fast asleep. This girl was not the kind to wake up suddenly and start crying. Boba had heard women complain about their babies and how they had kept them up all night crying. No, that was not Boba Fett's daughter. She slept like a rock all through the night. Boba got up slowly and walked out of the room he was sharing with her for now and to the closet. He unlocked it silently and put on all his armor and the equipment he had brought with him from his ship. He had left his heavy-duty stuff onboard. He checked on her once more and left out the door to find Tuan We.
"Hello Boba, leaving?"
"Yes, I would like you to keep in touch with this," he handed Tuan We a com- link, "I'll just be away for a day or so, but tell me if something happens and I need to get back here." Without waiting for a reply, he walked down the hall to the docking bay with his ship. He had never planned on leaving, and he had not wanted to, but he missed the hunt and needed to just hunt some low down scum for Jabba or something like that. Nothing too elaborate, just a small bounty, that was all.
He slid into the pilot chair of Slave I with ease, feeling at home in his ship, comfortable. He lifted off, sailing out of the atmosphere and away into hyperspace.
"Drinks for everyone!" shouted Cnat Shanana in a local cantina on Tatooine.
His friend slouched over, refusing to drink, eyes shifting nervously around. "I don't know; he's been gone before."
"Yes, but not this long. Boba Fett is dead, Koult, get it through your head. He's not coming back, and he won't get us. He is dead!" Cnat shook his friend, who finally nodded.
"I suppose your right. Give me a drink."
The whole cantina was an uproar, and so were many others that night on other planets. It had been whispered from ear to ear in hushed voices as if it was said too loud he would hear and come back: Boba Fett is dead.
"An' even if he wasn't, which he isn't, dead, then the bounties on our heads would be too small for him to notice. I mean, 3,000 credits each is so low that even Bossk wouldn't bother. Only small time bounty hunters that we can pick off easy try those." Cnat's voice was slurred from the drink.
"Yeah, your right. To Boba Fett, who finally kicked the bucket!"
"Hear hear!" several creatures around them shouted.
Boba Fett sat outside above the doorway, listening. He felt a sort of amusement at the show the creatures in the cantina were putting on, shouting and drinking. Idiots, he thought. The two he was hunting at the moment would only give him 6,000 credits, but that's ok. He wasn't doing this for credits, just for a small return to the hunt. Rumors would be spread, he new, but let them spread; he didn't care about rumors and he never had.
He was focused on the hunt, all thought of his daughter out of his mind. Maybe he could walk in, that would cause some panic. Or maybe he could wait till they come out, then it would be harder for them to slip away. He decided to wait, perched on to door or the cantina, watching to see who came out.
A group of aliens came out first, hanging on each other for support. Then a group of mixed humans and aliens emerged, but his quarry was not among those either. Finally a group of about 12 humans came out, and Boba Fett sighted his prey. He leapt down, tracking along in the shadows behind them silently. He was catching up, deciding which one to pick off first when he ran into an old woman who was covered in rags. She screeched when she saw who had run into her, and ran out at the group of drunken men, screaming her head off. Boba froze.
"HELP!! HE'S AFTER MEEEEE!!!!!" She ran to the men, who had pulled out there blasters. "BOUNTY HUNTER!!! AAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!" The men form the cantina pushed the woman away and closed in a tight circle. Boba cursed the woman, but it was no use killing her now. The light in the house beside him turned on, and a man came out with a blaster rifle, looking for who said something about a bounty hunter (idiot). Boba Fett turned to the man beside him and shot him down, closing his door and cutting off the light. But it was too late, people had seen him, but it was Koult who shouted first.
"BOBA FEEEEETT!!!!!" Everything erupted into chaos then, people shattered and fired blasters randomly, others threw themselves on the ground, praying or pleading or crying like babies. Boba Fett snapped off a few shots of his own, just to create more confusion. Then he saw Cnat and Koult sneaking away and he emerged from the shadows and rocketed up over the chaos and landed right in front of the fleeing pair.
"Don't move."
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"
Cnat was shot down with a stun bolt, but Koult dived behind be hind some trash and crates. Boba Fett kept one eyes on the chaos and crept up to the crates keeping his blaster steady. The chaos died down, but no one came to help Koult, not wanting to get in Boba Fett's way. Some stayed away to watch, but others fled, afraid.
Koult sat, waiting for the bounty hunter to appear and kill him. Just my luck, he thought, when Boba Fett actually come back, he goes after me. Why ME?! With a spur of a sudden will to live, Koult leapt up and fired his blaster. The shot went wildly off but Boba nonetheless dived out of harms way, behind some crated and scrap metal. Koult could hardly believe it, and he kept firing, keeping the bounty hunter pinned.
It came suddenly. Boba was pinned down by blaster fire, but he knew now. He knew a name for his daughter. Joad. Joad Fett. It was perfect for her. He smiled under his helmet then snapped off a few shots at the merchandise.
"Boba?" Boba jumped, then remembered the com-link to Tuan We.
"Yes, Tuan We?" he growled and snapped off a few more stun blasts over his shoulder.
"Your daughter misses you. She has woken up and is crying."
"Well, honestly, I would come back right now," more blasts over his shoulder, "but I'm kind of in the middle of something." More blasts over his shoulder.
"Well, do hurry. I'll get take care of her till your return." The connection died, and Boba once again returned to the hunt.
Boba returned to Kamino waiting to see his daughter and tell her her name. He walked through the white corridors, and to his room. Tuan We looked up from Joad, who was playing with some large blocks on the floor.
"Boba your back. Was your trip successful?"
"Fairly."
Joad looked up at Boba in his armor and weapons and his helmet, and started to cry.
"Uh, Tuan We? What is she doing?"
Soooo, that's the chapter for now! Hope you like! oh, I'm not planning on doing major time warps, just little ones and not very often. I don't want Joad to grow up too fast. : )