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More of this.interesting story. Thanx very much for the reviews all of you. I deeply apologize for the lateness and slowness of the chapters, but I'm working on it.
Chapter 6
Koult had arrived. He walked through the halls of Tipoca City on Kamino with a local who said her name was Tuan We. He felt out of place in the white, shimmering halls. He was dressed in his old, worn shirt, vest and pants with a blaster slung at his hip. he was looking forward to living here, along with some new people.
Suddenly a girl ran into his path. She stopped cold at the sight of Koult, her eyes widening in wonder. A man followed and he also stopped and looked at Koult, but not in wonder, but more like surprise. Koult felt the hair on his neck rise eerily when he saw the cold eyes examine him. Had he met this man before?
"This is the new client Tuna We?" the man asked, scooping up his daughter.
"Yes. This is Koult Manzar from Corrillia." Koult nodded.
"I am Jaster, and this is my daughter Joad."
Koult nodded again, too much in wonder to speak. He knew he had seen this man before. He was sure he had been afraid of him. But were? And when?
"Come this way, Master Koult." Koult obediently followed Tuan We. When he looked back, both father and daughter were staring at him, each with a different expression on their face, if you could call blankness an expression.
Joad tugged on her fathers arm after Koult had turned the corner.
"Who was it daddy?"
"A new client here. Stay away from him, and don't tell him anything."
"But why?" Joad looked at him expectantly, her eyes giving away her wonder.
"I'll tell you later maybe. As soon as he's left. Come on, let's go work on your aim."
"YAY!" Joad cried and leapt down from her father's arm and ran ahead down to the training room they had had set aside for them.
Boba followed his daughter, but as he walked past the conference room, he couldn't help but to stop and listen. He heard Koult saying what he wanted from the Kaminoans.
"I want two clones that look identical, but follow orders from me without question. They need to look exactly like me. Not a hair different."
"You understand, of course, theses will take time, unless you want them to have rapid growth." Boba heard the Prime Minister say.
"Yes, I want them as soon as possible. Also I want living quarters for one. I don't want my clones living with me, too creepy."
"And how much do you have to pay for this?"
Boba left, that was all he needed to know. If the Prime Minister liked the sum, then Koult would be staying for a while. It would be difficult to keep the secret, but if he had a talk with Tuan We and Joad and stayed away from him as much as possible, then everything might go ok. Might.
"Boba, I don't see what all the securities about."
"That man has been in my ship as hard merchandise. I don't want him to find out about me staying here, and with a little daughter. He would sell the news, most likely, and that would put Joad and I in very hard positions. I would have to leave the security of the planet and every stop on another planet or even in space would spell danger, and." Boba continued pacing in front of Tuan We.
"It was so before there was Joad. You have plenty of enemies, and some of them are probably looking for you right now. You can't hide forever Boba. And before, most of the situations that you got into were sure to kill a lesser man. None of those dangers even bothered you before. You're just having the worries of a father. Relax, she's a Fett, she can survive." Tuan We countered Boba's worrying. They both looked at the door that lead to Joad private room where she was sleeping for the moment.
"Your right." He composed himself for a second, when a new wave of thoughts hit him. Hadn't he trained himself not to do this? "Well, then it was only me and the merchandise. And it's not Boba anymore! Until Koult leaves, I am Jaster. I can't let him find out. It would ruin me, and my career. Until she's old enough, I wasn't planning on leaving for anywhere." His attention transferred from Tuan We to the door as footsteps rang down the hall towards them, human footsteps.
There was the door chime and Jaster (a.k.a Boba) went and pushed to button that allowed the door to slide silently open. Koult looked in and saw Tuan We, and look uneasy.
"Have I intruded on something?"
"No," Jaster smoothly covered, "we were just finished." Tuan We bowed gracefully and exited around Koult. When Koult was in the living quarters, the door slide silently shut behind him. "Can I help you?" Jaster's voice was completely devoid of emotion.
"Just want to meet the neighbor. How long have you been here?"
Jaster stared at him. "Why do you want to know?"
"Just wondering."
"A few years."
There was silence.
"Where you from, uuuh, Jaster?"
"I don't come from a particular place. I move around too much."
"Until you came here, right?"
Jaster looked at him, then nodded. "What brings you here?"
"Oh, you know, bounty hunters chasing me around."
"Really?" Koult swore that was the first time the man sounding interested in talking to him. "What have you done?"
"Well, nothing yet, but soon Slayva is going to realized I played him false and want my head."
"So your getting clones? That's smart." Jaster stroked his chin, in thought for a while, then returned to the conversation.
"So you have a clone?"
Jaster nodded, which was the truth, he always told the truth, maybe not the full truth, but the truth.
"Does it live with you?"
"Well, there were some problems with the clone," Jaster said, making it sound like the clone was elsewhere.
"Ah," Koult said and nodded, like he really understood, which he thought he did, but he didn't. "Well, I should be going. Anyone else here?"
"No," Jaster said. With a start, he realized with a start that his ship, Slave 1, was on the screen of one of his computers. Quickly, appearing to usher Koult out, he brushed by the control board and quickly shut off the screen. Koult left, leaving Boba to his own thoughts.
What a fool he was for keeping the screen on. He should not have over looked it. On a more important thought, though, had Koult seen it?
Bum bum buuuuuum!!!!! Did Koult see Slave 1? Will he figure out Boba's identity? Will Boba ever survive fatherhood? Did he know it came with melting his heart and digging out old feelings he thought he had forgotten? Tune in next time and maybe all will be answerd!
More of this.interesting story. Thanx very much for the reviews all of you. I deeply apologize for the lateness and slowness of the chapters, but I'm working on it.
Chapter 6
Koult had arrived. He walked through the halls of Tipoca City on Kamino with a local who said her name was Tuan We. He felt out of place in the white, shimmering halls. He was dressed in his old, worn shirt, vest and pants with a blaster slung at his hip. he was looking forward to living here, along with some new people.
Suddenly a girl ran into his path. She stopped cold at the sight of Koult, her eyes widening in wonder. A man followed and he also stopped and looked at Koult, but not in wonder, but more like surprise. Koult felt the hair on his neck rise eerily when he saw the cold eyes examine him. Had he met this man before?
"This is the new client Tuna We?" the man asked, scooping up his daughter.
"Yes. This is Koult Manzar from Corrillia." Koult nodded.
"I am Jaster, and this is my daughter Joad."
Koult nodded again, too much in wonder to speak. He knew he had seen this man before. He was sure he had been afraid of him. But were? And when?
"Come this way, Master Koult." Koult obediently followed Tuan We. When he looked back, both father and daughter were staring at him, each with a different expression on their face, if you could call blankness an expression.
Joad tugged on her fathers arm after Koult had turned the corner.
"Who was it daddy?"
"A new client here. Stay away from him, and don't tell him anything."
"But why?" Joad looked at him expectantly, her eyes giving away her wonder.
"I'll tell you later maybe. As soon as he's left. Come on, let's go work on your aim."
"YAY!" Joad cried and leapt down from her father's arm and ran ahead down to the training room they had had set aside for them.
Boba followed his daughter, but as he walked past the conference room, he couldn't help but to stop and listen. He heard Koult saying what he wanted from the Kaminoans.
"I want two clones that look identical, but follow orders from me without question. They need to look exactly like me. Not a hair different."
"You understand, of course, theses will take time, unless you want them to have rapid growth." Boba heard the Prime Minister say.
"Yes, I want them as soon as possible. Also I want living quarters for one. I don't want my clones living with me, too creepy."
"And how much do you have to pay for this?"
Boba left, that was all he needed to know. If the Prime Minister liked the sum, then Koult would be staying for a while. It would be difficult to keep the secret, but if he had a talk with Tuan We and Joad and stayed away from him as much as possible, then everything might go ok. Might.
"Boba, I don't see what all the securities about."
"That man has been in my ship as hard merchandise. I don't want him to find out about me staying here, and with a little daughter. He would sell the news, most likely, and that would put Joad and I in very hard positions. I would have to leave the security of the planet and every stop on another planet or even in space would spell danger, and." Boba continued pacing in front of Tuan We.
"It was so before there was Joad. You have plenty of enemies, and some of them are probably looking for you right now. You can't hide forever Boba. And before, most of the situations that you got into were sure to kill a lesser man. None of those dangers even bothered you before. You're just having the worries of a father. Relax, she's a Fett, she can survive." Tuan We countered Boba's worrying. They both looked at the door that lead to Joad private room where she was sleeping for the moment.
"Your right." He composed himself for a second, when a new wave of thoughts hit him. Hadn't he trained himself not to do this? "Well, then it was only me and the merchandise. And it's not Boba anymore! Until Koult leaves, I am Jaster. I can't let him find out. It would ruin me, and my career. Until she's old enough, I wasn't planning on leaving for anywhere." His attention transferred from Tuan We to the door as footsteps rang down the hall towards them, human footsteps.
There was the door chime and Jaster (a.k.a Boba) went and pushed to button that allowed the door to slide silently open. Koult looked in and saw Tuan We, and look uneasy.
"Have I intruded on something?"
"No," Jaster smoothly covered, "we were just finished." Tuan We bowed gracefully and exited around Koult. When Koult was in the living quarters, the door slide silently shut behind him. "Can I help you?" Jaster's voice was completely devoid of emotion.
"Just want to meet the neighbor. How long have you been here?"
Jaster stared at him. "Why do you want to know?"
"Just wondering."
"A few years."
There was silence.
"Where you from, uuuh, Jaster?"
"I don't come from a particular place. I move around too much."
"Until you came here, right?"
Jaster looked at him, then nodded. "What brings you here?"
"Oh, you know, bounty hunters chasing me around."
"Really?" Koult swore that was the first time the man sounding interested in talking to him. "What have you done?"
"Well, nothing yet, but soon Slayva is going to realized I played him false and want my head."
"So your getting clones? That's smart." Jaster stroked his chin, in thought for a while, then returned to the conversation.
"So you have a clone?"
Jaster nodded, which was the truth, he always told the truth, maybe not the full truth, but the truth.
"Does it live with you?"
"Well, there were some problems with the clone," Jaster said, making it sound like the clone was elsewhere.
"Ah," Koult said and nodded, like he really understood, which he thought he did, but he didn't. "Well, I should be going. Anyone else here?"
"No," Jaster said. With a start, he realized with a start that his ship, Slave 1, was on the screen of one of his computers. Quickly, appearing to usher Koult out, he brushed by the control board and quickly shut off the screen. Koult left, leaving Boba to his own thoughts.
What a fool he was for keeping the screen on. He should not have over looked it. On a more important thought, though, had Koult seen it?
Bum bum buuuuuum!!!!! Did Koult see Slave 1? Will he figure out Boba's identity? Will Boba ever survive fatherhood? Did he know it came with melting his heart and digging out old feelings he thought he had forgotten? Tune in next time and maybe all will be answerd!