Chapter 4
Joad turned out to be a lively, enthusiastic baby. She crawled around and often followed her father around the quarters, seemingly not wanting to let him out of her sight. She said her first word (blaster) and her father was very proud of her, his cold heart melting at the sight of her every morning. He, of course, hid that from the Kaminoans, not that they would care or anything.
He hadn't been on a hunt for about 8 months and he missed it, but that would have to wait. Now Boba didn't want to leave Joad, even if his last small hunt had been a success. One thing that disappointed him was the fact that Joad didn't like his helmet. She had cried when he returned from the hunt 8 months ago, and cried each time he presented it to her. Fetts do not cry. 'She will get used to it. Give her time, Boba.' had been the words of Tuan We, and Boba decided she had been right.
At the moment, Boba was playing with Joad, bouncing her in his knee. She made the usual sounds of enjoyment, her voice wobbling from the bouncing. Boba held her hands, smiling. It was wonderful, having a child. He stopped and cuddled with Joad and she explored his face with her tiny hands. Her hands ran across scars that dotted his face and ended up tugging on a nostril. Boba pulled his face away, and let her play with his hands, grinning. Despite his happiness, he found himself thinking of things he did not want to think about.
Had he been like this? A vulnerable little babe so fascinated with everything? She is so vulnerable.what if something happened to him; what would happen to her? Or if someone came here and found out who he was? No, nothing like that would happen, he decided. He would never let anything separate him from Joad. Nobody would figure out who he was and how precious Joad was to him.
How wrong he was.
Joad was growing fast, and it was time to start some training exercises. Just little things now, nothing like what she is going to go through when she gets older. Just little things.like learning how to walk, that's always an important part of becoming a bounty hunter.
Boba held Joad's hands as she took her very first assisted step. She giggled and took another and another. Slowly, Boba let go with one hand and held on with the other. Joad squealed with delight and took two more hurried steps and promptly fell on her bottom. She didn't cry, however, and got back up with the help of her father and began to walk with one hand supporting her, but not helping too much. Slowly, ever so slowly, Boba eased his hand from hers and let her go on her own. And so it was that Joad, the next generation's Fett, took her first unassisted, uneasy step into the galaxy.
Koult could not believe his luck or the stupidity of his captor, a small time spice dealer. He had managed to convince the spice dealer that he had nothing to do with Cnat when he had dropped the spice instead of delivering it. He had also managed to convince him that his partner was the one to blame everything on, because "he hadn't been there". Now, Koult was out on the streets of Nar Shaddaa, not believing his luck at being alive and still with a bit of credits that he had also convinced the spice trader to let him keep. They were enough to get him a cheap transport off planet. Then he would have enough to enter a few games of sabacc and maybe get some credits and if he got enough credits it was onto phase two of his plan.
Joad smiled as she slept, quiet unaware of the uneasiness stirring in her father's gut. Boba had felt something, something that troubled him. Though he was not Force sensitive, he had learned to trust his instinct, whether he liked it or not. Right now, though, he would rather not trust it, for it worried him.
It told him something was coming for him.
Sooooo.I have to wait till document upload thing is working again, but at least I got I typed! I hope you can read it and enjoy, even if you can't review. Or maybe it's just MY computer, I don't know.
Joad turned out to be a lively, enthusiastic baby. She crawled around and often followed her father around the quarters, seemingly not wanting to let him out of her sight. She said her first word (blaster) and her father was very proud of her, his cold heart melting at the sight of her every morning. He, of course, hid that from the Kaminoans, not that they would care or anything.
He hadn't been on a hunt for about 8 months and he missed it, but that would have to wait. Now Boba didn't want to leave Joad, even if his last small hunt had been a success. One thing that disappointed him was the fact that Joad didn't like his helmet. She had cried when he returned from the hunt 8 months ago, and cried each time he presented it to her. Fetts do not cry. 'She will get used to it. Give her time, Boba.' had been the words of Tuan We, and Boba decided she had been right.
At the moment, Boba was playing with Joad, bouncing her in his knee. She made the usual sounds of enjoyment, her voice wobbling from the bouncing. Boba held her hands, smiling. It was wonderful, having a child. He stopped and cuddled with Joad and she explored his face with her tiny hands. Her hands ran across scars that dotted his face and ended up tugging on a nostril. Boba pulled his face away, and let her play with his hands, grinning. Despite his happiness, he found himself thinking of things he did not want to think about.
Had he been like this? A vulnerable little babe so fascinated with everything? She is so vulnerable.what if something happened to him; what would happen to her? Or if someone came here and found out who he was? No, nothing like that would happen, he decided. He would never let anything separate him from Joad. Nobody would figure out who he was and how precious Joad was to him.
How wrong he was.
Joad was growing fast, and it was time to start some training exercises. Just little things now, nothing like what she is going to go through when she gets older. Just little things.like learning how to walk, that's always an important part of becoming a bounty hunter.
Boba held Joad's hands as she took her very first assisted step. She giggled and took another and another. Slowly, Boba let go with one hand and held on with the other. Joad squealed with delight and took two more hurried steps and promptly fell on her bottom. She didn't cry, however, and got back up with the help of her father and began to walk with one hand supporting her, but not helping too much. Slowly, ever so slowly, Boba eased his hand from hers and let her go on her own. And so it was that Joad, the next generation's Fett, took her first unassisted, uneasy step into the galaxy.
Koult could not believe his luck or the stupidity of his captor, a small time spice dealer. He had managed to convince the spice dealer that he had nothing to do with Cnat when he had dropped the spice instead of delivering it. He had also managed to convince him that his partner was the one to blame everything on, because "he hadn't been there". Now, Koult was out on the streets of Nar Shaddaa, not believing his luck at being alive and still with a bit of credits that he had also convinced the spice trader to let him keep. They were enough to get him a cheap transport off planet. Then he would have enough to enter a few games of sabacc and maybe get some credits and if he got enough credits it was onto phase two of his plan.
Joad smiled as she slept, quiet unaware of the uneasiness stirring in her father's gut. Boba had felt something, something that troubled him. Though he was not Force sensitive, he had learned to trust his instinct, whether he liked it or not. Right now, though, he would rather not trust it, for it worried him.
It told him something was coming for him.
Sooooo.I have to wait till document upload thing is working again, but at least I got I typed! I hope you can read it and enjoy, even if you can't review. Or maybe it's just MY computer, I don't know.