Disclaimer: well shoot! You make me say it, but I don't want to. Ah well,
here I goes: I don't own any one or anything in the Star Wars movies. I
do, however, own my very own Obi-Wan action figure. He's had it rough, I'm
afraid. He still has frosting in his ear. What?! Never mind.
Chapter 53.5 Heh heh, I mean Chapter 7
Slave I. The name rang inside his head again. Slave I. The man had Slave I on his screen. Maybe he hadn't seen it properly, or maybe it was just a ship that looked like Slave I. No, those thoughts just didn't fit. It had been Slave I. Koult had just made small talk with the most ruthless bounty hunter in the galaxy. He'll kill me if he knows I know. I'll just pretend. His daughter seems nice enough. I'll sell this info, and get a nice sum of credits. That's what I'll do. It'll be nice to have extra credits laying around. I'm sure Boba Fett knows what it's like, with all his high bounties he gets. I'll sell the information.
Koult's mind was made up. He'll sell Boba Fett's whereabouts and that he has a child. A young daughter. A young, helpless daughter.
Well, at the moment, Joad didn't exactly seem helpless. She held the training blaster in front of her and took careful aim. On the corner of her mouth a tip of her tongue could be seen, her small face wrinkled in concentration.
"Don't concentrate that hard, Joad. You're going to hurt yourself if you do that too much."
Joad let her concentration slip, but as she did, the training blaster slipped as well, and when she fired, the bolt went low but bounced off the floor and hit the bulls-eye. Joad grinned up innocently at her father.
"I meant to do that."
Boba smiled and patted her on the shoulder. "Sure Joad, sure. Now, when you let your concentration slip, don't let the blaster slip, watch." Boba took the training blaster from Joad and took aim, but didn't show any wrinkle of concentration in his scared face. When he pulled the trigger, he didn't even flinch when the energy bolt shot home and hit the bulls-eye. "Now, you try."
Joad had seen her father 'keep in practice' as he would say with his own, real, blaster. She had always watched, even though she was not required too. He held it easily, as if embracing an old friend. It became him. Sometimes she even thought that the blaster didn't become him, but he became the blaster. It was an odd feeling, that one. It was like her father was a living weapon and he deserved to be else where, not here, caring for a daughter. And she would cower in his shadow for minutes until the feeling passed.
She pulled the blaster up so she could aim. Her father had already gotten her stance satisfactory, at least at this age. She aimed, but tried to mimic her father's feeling of ease with a blaster. When she pulled the trigger, her eyes closed on their own as the energy bolt rocketed toward the target. It hit two rings away from the bulls-eye. Joad sighed in frustration.
"Daddy, will I ever get it?"
"Of course you will, just practice everyday. But that's enough for today, your getting better and you've improved a lot. I'm very proud of you."
Joad wandered the halls, wondering what to do. Her tiny legs working themselves and her eyes darting around with hidden curiosity. Joad's mind and speech were that of an older child, but not too much older, her father having taut her to act like she is doing one thing, but really doing another. That is useful when gathering information, he'd said. Joad didn't know what information was, but it sounded important.
She looked out one of the glass sides of the hall out into the massive cloning factory. Only one machine worked to create two clones, for that man who her daddy said not to talk to. Where was daddy's clone? Why were they there? She did not know, nor was she too interested.
She heard footsteps ringing dully down the hall toward her. They were not the light swish of the natives or the stalking steps of her father, so it must be that other man. She looked out of the corner of her eye and saw, to her satisfaction, that is was that man. He walks so noisily you could shoot him in the dark, her father had said to her once. Not that he would she had assumed. He would never do something like that, she thought.
"Hello there, little girl. Are you looking at my clones?"
Joad nodded and looked at him and back to the clone making machines. "They don't look like you."
He laughed. Joad did not like his laugh. "Of course not! They will when they're grown up." He smiled down at her. Joad did not like his smile either. "Can you tell me something?"
"Meybe," she said. She had heard her father say that to her, and, though she didn't really know what it meant, she knew it was used in situations like this.
His smile stay plastered to his face. "Why is you father here? Is he getting a clone?"
"Why should I tell you? If I knew, I wouldn't tell you. I shouldn't be talking wit you. Daddy said not to tell you anything."
"Ok then. But wait," he called when Joad turned to walk away. "Who is your mother?"
Joad looked at him in confusion. Her eyes drifted above his head as if in thought, but then snapped back at him. She opened her mouth to reply when suddenly Koult was grabbed from behind and roughly twisted around to come face to face with Joad's father, supposedly Boba Fett.
"Stay away from her, Koult. If you nose too much into things that aren't your business, you could get hurt. I thought everyone in the galaxy knew this by now."
Koult was lifted off his feet and then thrown to the ground. He heard Joad gasp in surprise and horror. Boba stepped over him and picked up Joad, a lot more gently than when he picked up Koult. Boba whispered something in her ear and she smiled at him. It was obvious her father was instantly forgiven for violent behavior. When they were gone Koult got to his feet and walked down the hall to see how his clones were doing. The situation was getting far more dangerous.
There! Another chapter! I finished! YAY!!!! Oh, and now, things will be going even slower (yes, it might be possible) because school is starting today. I'M ON TOP OF THE SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!! YAHOO!!!!!! Well, now I can go to band and everything will be just fine! At least I have no reason to be bored now. I deeply apologize for my lateness!!!! Please forgive me!
Chapter 53.5 Heh heh, I mean Chapter 7
Slave I. The name rang inside his head again. Slave I. The man had Slave I on his screen. Maybe he hadn't seen it properly, or maybe it was just a ship that looked like Slave I. No, those thoughts just didn't fit. It had been Slave I. Koult had just made small talk with the most ruthless bounty hunter in the galaxy. He'll kill me if he knows I know. I'll just pretend. His daughter seems nice enough. I'll sell this info, and get a nice sum of credits. That's what I'll do. It'll be nice to have extra credits laying around. I'm sure Boba Fett knows what it's like, with all his high bounties he gets. I'll sell the information.
Koult's mind was made up. He'll sell Boba Fett's whereabouts and that he has a child. A young daughter. A young, helpless daughter.
Well, at the moment, Joad didn't exactly seem helpless. She held the training blaster in front of her and took careful aim. On the corner of her mouth a tip of her tongue could be seen, her small face wrinkled in concentration.
"Don't concentrate that hard, Joad. You're going to hurt yourself if you do that too much."
Joad let her concentration slip, but as she did, the training blaster slipped as well, and when she fired, the bolt went low but bounced off the floor and hit the bulls-eye. Joad grinned up innocently at her father.
"I meant to do that."
Boba smiled and patted her on the shoulder. "Sure Joad, sure. Now, when you let your concentration slip, don't let the blaster slip, watch." Boba took the training blaster from Joad and took aim, but didn't show any wrinkle of concentration in his scared face. When he pulled the trigger, he didn't even flinch when the energy bolt shot home and hit the bulls-eye. "Now, you try."
Joad had seen her father 'keep in practice' as he would say with his own, real, blaster. She had always watched, even though she was not required too. He held it easily, as if embracing an old friend. It became him. Sometimes she even thought that the blaster didn't become him, but he became the blaster. It was an odd feeling, that one. It was like her father was a living weapon and he deserved to be else where, not here, caring for a daughter. And she would cower in his shadow for minutes until the feeling passed.
She pulled the blaster up so she could aim. Her father had already gotten her stance satisfactory, at least at this age. She aimed, but tried to mimic her father's feeling of ease with a blaster. When she pulled the trigger, her eyes closed on their own as the energy bolt rocketed toward the target. It hit two rings away from the bulls-eye. Joad sighed in frustration.
"Daddy, will I ever get it?"
"Of course you will, just practice everyday. But that's enough for today, your getting better and you've improved a lot. I'm very proud of you."
Joad wandered the halls, wondering what to do. Her tiny legs working themselves and her eyes darting around with hidden curiosity. Joad's mind and speech were that of an older child, but not too much older, her father having taut her to act like she is doing one thing, but really doing another. That is useful when gathering information, he'd said. Joad didn't know what information was, but it sounded important.
She looked out one of the glass sides of the hall out into the massive cloning factory. Only one machine worked to create two clones, for that man who her daddy said not to talk to. Where was daddy's clone? Why were they there? She did not know, nor was she too interested.
She heard footsteps ringing dully down the hall toward her. They were not the light swish of the natives or the stalking steps of her father, so it must be that other man. She looked out of the corner of her eye and saw, to her satisfaction, that is was that man. He walks so noisily you could shoot him in the dark, her father had said to her once. Not that he would she had assumed. He would never do something like that, she thought.
"Hello there, little girl. Are you looking at my clones?"
Joad nodded and looked at him and back to the clone making machines. "They don't look like you."
He laughed. Joad did not like his laugh. "Of course not! They will when they're grown up." He smiled down at her. Joad did not like his smile either. "Can you tell me something?"
"Meybe," she said. She had heard her father say that to her, and, though she didn't really know what it meant, she knew it was used in situations like this.
His smile stay plastered to his face. "Why is you father here? Is he getting a clone?"
"Why should I tell you? If I knew, I wouldn't tell you. I shouldn't be talking wit you. Daddy said not to tell you anything."
"Ok then. But wait," he called when Joad turned to walk away. "Who is your mother?"
Joad looked at him in confusion. Her eyes drifted above his head as if in thought, but then snapped back at him. She opened her mouth to reply when suddenly Koult was grabbed from behind and roughly twisted around to come face to face with Joad's father, supposedly Boba Fett.
"Stay away from her, Koult. If you nose too much into things that aren't your business, you could get hurt. I thought everyone in the galaxy knew this by now."
Koult was lifted off his feet and then thrown to the ground. He heard Joad gasp in surprise and horror. Boba stepped over him and picked up Joad, a lot more gently than when he picked up Koult. Boba whispered something in her ear and she smiled at him. It was obvious her father was instantly forgiven for violent behavior. When they were gone Koult got to his feet and walked down the hall to see how his clones were doing. The situation was getting far more dangerous.
There! Another chapter! I finished! YAY!!!! Oh, and now, things will be going even slower (yes, it might be possible) because school is starting today. I'M ON TOP OF THE SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!! YAHOO!!!!!! Well, now I can go to band and everything will be just fine! At least I have no reason to be bored now. I deeply apologize for my lateness!!!! Please forgive me!