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BTW, I forgot disclaimers last time. But, heck. If I have to credit a fanfic author with the idea for this fanfic, does anyone think I really own Star Wars?
Chapter II
The First Master
I don't know about that kid. He's the smartest kid I've ever met, one helluva pilot, too, and I'll be damned if I know anyone who can fix a Pod as well. But he's... sorta creepy.
Yeah, he's cute, so far as human kids go. But can ya blame a guy for being a bit freaked out 'cause his own slave intimidates him?
Don't get me wrong. I've got tons of respect for him. He's done a lot of great stuff, and he's not even halfway grown yet. He's sharp, and that race he just won really shocked me. I didn't expect him to win, but, eh. He had what it took to win, and I bet Sebulba got cocky.
But once, I saw something that was more than just amazing.
It was freaky.
Okay, what happened was, okay, the kid was... eight, I think. I dunno. Humans grow up weird. I'm pretty sure he was eight. He was just about to get off of work, and his mother was there to pick him up. Now, I had just finished a deal with a big-time customer, one who could have made me filthy rich. The boy's mother walked in, and caught sight of my new friend.
Something must have scared her, because she gasped big. The guy was a Twi'lek with green skin, and when he saw her, he snarled. Shouting something about how her little brat wasn't around, he grabbed her and shoved her into a shelf, knocking her over a pile of sharp parts.
What was I to do? Do ya think I can fight a Twi'lek twice my size? I'm a businessman, not a champ.
I sort of flittered there, looking for a weapon that I could use- she was my property, after all- and I wasn't having any luck, when the boy darted in and WITHOUT TOUCHING HIM AT ALL, knocked the Twi'lek off of his mother. With a yell of some mad gibberish, he grabbed a deactivated droid about three times his size, and raised it easily over his head. A war-cry escaped him as he totally squished the guy like a bug. That wasn't enough, though. He began to fling a whole bunch of parts around- again with no contact- banging up my whole shop, but only the Twi'lek was injured. Then, the Twi'lek began to FLOAT IN MIDAIR.
He was gasping for breath, choking until his green skin turned purple, and the boy just stood there, snarling. His mother sat up, and screamed for him to stop.
It was about the time that the Twi'lek went permanently limp that I decided I should reign in my slave. The worst thing for business would be if someone came in and saw a pissed off little kid and a dead Twi'lek hanging in midair. I flew over to the kid, and grabbed his shoulders.
The boy froze, then smashed me across my snout. How do ya think I lost my other front tooth? His mother crawled over to him, and threw her arms around him. She begged me to excuse him, but she didn't need to.
I saw the boy stiffen, then blink. He became a totally different person than the one who hit me. He saw the blood streaming down my chin, looked at his bleeding mother, and then...
He saw the pool of blood that used to be a Twi'lek.
With a horrified scream, he ran out of the shop.
"Oh, no!"
BTW, I forgot disclaimers last time. But, heck. If I have to credit a fanfic author with the idea for this fanfic, does anyone think I really own Star Wars?
Chapter II
The First Master
I don't know about that kid. He's the smartest kid I've ever met, one helluva pilot, too, and I'll be damned if I know anyone who can fix a Pod as well. But he's... sorta creepy.
Yeah, he's cute, so far as human kids go. But can ya blame a guy for being a bit freaked out 'cause his own slave intimidates him?
Don't get me wrong. I've got tons of respect for him. He's done a lot of great stuff, and he's not even halfway grown yet. He's sharp, and that race he just won really shocked me. I didn't expect him to win, but, eh. He had what it took to win, and I bet Sebulba got cocky.
But once, I saw something that was more than just amazing.
It was freaky.
Okay, what happened was, okay, the kid was... eight, I think. I dunno. Humans grow up weird. I'm pretty sure he was eight. He was just about to get off of work, and his mother was there to pick him up. Now, I had just finished a deal with a big-time customer, one who could have made me filthy rich. The boy's mother walked in, and caught sight of my new friend.
Something must have scared her, because she gasped big. The guy was a Twi'lek with green skin, and when he saw her, he snarled. Shouting something about how her little brat wasn't around, he grabbed her and shoved her into a shelf, knocking her over a pile of sharp parts.
What was I to do? Do ya think I can fight a Twi'lek twice my size? I'm a businessman, not a champ.
I sort of flittered there, looking for a weapon that I could use- she was my property, after all- and I wasn't having any luck, when the boy darted in and WITHOUT TOUCHING HIM AT ALL, knocked the Twi'lek off of his mother. With a yell of some mad gibberish, he grabbed a deactivated droid about three times his size, and raised it easily over his head. A war-cry escaped him as he totally squished the guy like a bug. That wasn't enough, though. He began to fling a whole bunch of parts around- again with no contact- banging up my whole shop, but only the Twi'lek was injured. Then, the Twi'lek began to FLOAT IN MIDAIR.
He was gasping for breath, choking until his green skin turned purple, and the boy just stood there, snarling. His mother sat up, and screamed for him to stop.
It was about the time that the Twi'lek went permanently limp that I decided I should reign in my slave. The worst thing for business would be if someone came in and saw a pissed off little kid and a dead Twi'lek hanging in midair. I flew over to the kid, and grabbed his shoulders.
The boy froze, then smashed me across my snout. How do ya think I lost my other front tooth? His mother crawled over to him, and threw her arms around him. She begged me to excuse him, but she didn't need to.
I saw the boy stiffen, then blink. He became a totally different person than the one who hit me. He saw the blood streaming down my chin, looked at his bleeding mother, and then...
He saw the pool of blood that used to be a Twi'lek.
With a horrified scream, he ran out of the shop.
"Oh, no!"