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Boba staggered out of the room; his mind on overload. He had killed in anger. Had he even done that before? His father had told, drilled it into his mind, that to kill in anger was a sign of weakness. His legs almost gave out under him, but he quickly got a hold of himself. A few Kaminoeans were hovering outside, there bottomless eyes staring at him without compassion. Tuan We was the only cloner that Boba had ever known to have at least a little compassion. He straightened himself and pushed past them and back out into the rain. He needed to find Joad, and he needed to find her faster than anyone else.
Janda was in a very bad mood. Bossk was standing before her, his hologram image flickering.
"You can't find one little girl?! How did she get away from you in the first place?! Stupid bounty hunter!"
Bossk growled, anger swelling. It hadn't been his fault. Janda was taking this way to seriously. "I will find her. Has he already come or something?" he sneered.
"He's already left! Fool! He'll be on your trail within hours! I - need - that - girl!!"
Joad woke early the next morning, her usually waking time. When she realized that no one else was awake, she went and sat at the dinning room table for half an hour. She got really bored and almost nodded off once of twice. Then she had an idea! She hopped up from her chair and waltzed over to the kitchen. There she set to work.
Leia slid out of bed and roused Han. Then she took a shower and got dressed. And roused Han again. (Han: Uuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnghhhh *scratch scratch*) It was the usual morning routine. She went out into the hall and walked towards the dinning room, ready to begin breakfast when the smell of burning reached her. She stopped mid-step and sniffed again. Sure enough, there was smoke in the air. She ran down stairs, and paused in the dinning room for a second before running to the kitchen. Inside, the kitchen was a mess. There were a few eggs dropped on the floor and a small cloud of smoke rising from the toaster. A larger cloud was rising from a pan sitting on the stove.
"What's going on here?!" she yelled.
"Oh, hello Mrs. Solo," Joad said pleasantly. "I'm cooking breakfast, go sit down." And with that, Joad pushed her out the door and sat her in a chair. Leia sat, staring ahead, waiting. Han came down, yawning and scratching and stopped when he saw Leia.
"Um, hon? What's wrong?"
"Joad's cooking breakfast." Leia stated, staring straight ahead.
Han sniffed the air. "Oh, that's what it was," and sat down too. Suddenly he leapt up like he seat was on fire. "Cooking breakfast?!"
The door to the kitchen opened and Joad marched out and looked at the table. "My, you people sleep in! Go wake everyone else up!" Leia smiled and looked at Joad.
"Um Joad dear, I don't know what time you get up where you live, but here, Jacen and Jania don't usually get up this early." Just then Jacen and Jania came bouncing down the stairs up and early, looking bright and excited.
"Hi Joad!"
"Hi Jania! Come have breakfast! I cooked it! Just like my daddy cooks!" and she then marched right back into the kitchen and came out with a pan that was still smoking slightly. "Eggs!" she said happily. "My daddy cooks like this, but I think mine are better."
Leia and Han leaned over and looked at the black crisp at the bottom of the pan.
"Your father cooks like this?"
"Yeah, but sometimes he orders take out!" Joad beamed at them.
Leia was tempted to say 'how did you survive' but resisted. Not wanting to hurt Joad's feelings, she dished herself some and Han followed suite, though unwillingly.
After a three serving breakfast, Leia felt too sick to go to the Senate. She really needed a vacation. She applied for a Standard Galactic Two Week vacation and had it quickly granted to her. She smiled from where she lay on the couch as she dreamed of their vacation house on Naboo.
It was a beautiful two-story dream mansion. It had a terrace and a beautiful garden with plenty of walks in the front and back yards. Beautiful bay windows over looking a lake with cushioned seats. Cozy nooks for prefect reading littered the downstairs and the library. There was a study where she could do work, a door with a coded lock were she could hide from people, and boats where she could escape out into the lake, away from the kids. She smile again, thankful for the peaceful planet, and fell asleep.
Slow, very slow, so sorry.
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Boba staggered out of the room; his mind on overload. He had killed in anger. Had he even done that before? His father had told, drilled it into his mind, that to kill in anger was a sign of weakness. His legs almost gave out under him, but he quickly got a hold of himself. A few Kaminoeans were hovering outside, there bottomless eyes staring at him without compassion. Tuan We was the only cloner that Boba had ever known to have at least a little compassion. He straightened himself and pushed past them and back out into the rain. He needed to find Joad, and he needed to find her faster than anyone else.
Janda was in a very bad mood. Bossk was standing before her, his hologram image flickering.
"You can't find one little girl?! How did she get away from you in the first place?! Stupid bounty hunter!"
Bossk growled, anger swelling. It hadn't been his fault. Janda was taking this way to seriously. "I will find her. Has he already come or something?" he sneered.
"He's already left! Fool! He'll be on your trail within hours! I - need - that - girl!!"
Joad woke early the next morning, her usually waking time. When she realized that no one else was awake, she went and sat at the dinning room table for half an hour. She got really bored and almost nodded off once of twice. Then she had an idea! She hopped up from her chair and waltzed over to the kitchen. There she set to work.
Leia slid out of bed and roused Han. Then she took a shower and got dressed. And roused Han again. (Han: Uuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnghhhh *scratch scratch*) It was the usual morning routine. She went out into the hall and walked towards the dinning room, ready to begin breakfast when the smell of burning reached her. She stopped mid-step and sniffed again. Sure enough, there was smoke in the air. She ran down stairs, and paused in the dinning room for a second before running to the kitchen. Inside, the kitchen was a mess. There were a few eggs dropped on the floor and a small cloud of smoke rising from the toaster. A larger cloud was rising from a pan sitting on the stove.
"What's going on here?!" she yelled.
"Oh, hello Mrs. Solo," Joad said pleasantly. "I'm cooking breakfast, go sit down." And with that, Joad pushed her out the door and sat her in a chair. Leia sat, staring ahead, waiting. Han came down, yawning and scratching and stopped when he saw Leia.
"Um, hon? What's wrong?"
"Joad's cooking breakfast." Leia stated, staring straight ahead.
Han sniffed the air. "Oh, that's what it was," and sat down too. Suddenly he leapt up like he seat was on fire. "Cooking breakfast?!"
The door to the kitchen opened and Joad marched out and looked at the table. "My, you people sleep in! Go wake everyone else up!" Leia smiled and looked at Joad.
"Um Joad dear, I don't know what time you get up where you live, but here, Jacen and Jania don't usually get up this early." Just then Jacen and Jania came bouncing down the stairs up and early, looking bright and excited.
"Hi Joad!"
"Hi Jania! Come have breakfast! I cooked it! Just like my daddy cooks!" and she then marched right back into the kitchen and came out with a pan that was still smoking slightly. "Eggs!" she said happily. "My daddy cooks like this, but I think mine are better."
Leia and Han leaned over and looked at the black crisp at the bottom of the pan.
"Your father cooks like this?"
"Yeah, but sometimes he orders take out!" Joad beamed at them.
Leia was tempted to say 'how did you survive' but resisted. Not wanting to hurt Joad's feelings, she dished herself some and Han followed suite, though unwillingly.
After a three serving breakfast, Leia felt too sick to go to the Senate. She really needed a vacation. She applied for a Standard Galactic Two Week vacation and had it quickly granted to her. She smiled from where she lay on the couch as she dreamed of their vacation house on Naboo.
It was a beautiful two-story dream mansion. It had a terrace and a beautiful garden with plenty of walks in the front and back yards. Beautiful bay windows over looking a lake with cushioned seats. Cozy nooks for prefect reading littered the downstairs and the library. There was a study where she could do work, a door with a coded lock were she could hide from people, and boats where she could escape out into the lake, away from the kids. She smile again, thankful for the peaceful planet, and fell asleep.
Slow, very slow, so sorry.