AN: Hey, guys. I managed to finish editing and my beta SapphiraBlue on AO3 was being awesome to work with. Also, I think I mentioned it on my profile, but there is a picture of Altharya and Boba on my tumblr ( Nusaran), done by silvergryphon.

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She continued to stare at him. What could she really say? All her thoughts were… she did not know what to think. He sounded so sure, as if it was a fact. As if… a Jedi could do something so monstrous. All she had ever known was the calm and serenity of the temple and the elders around her. Surely they could never be capable of such an atrocity?

No. No! Impossible.

She looked closely at him, studying the muscles in his face, to see if anything betrayed him lying. Nothing. Just the face of a tired and angry man. Why was he trying to prove to her that the Jedi were evil? What…

Oh. Her gut clenched, her nose burned. She felt sick. He was trying to make her being more susceptible to becoming Vader's apprentice.

That was not going to happen. Try and make the Jedi seem bad. Liar.

"You are lying," she said and watched how his face closed off suddenly. That was weird. Shouldn't he try and drive the point further? She was not budging.

"Think what you want. But when you see, do not come crying to me," then his face was gone. When had he moved? It had been so fast. He was towering above her again, eyes hooded, still watching her.

"Understood the rules?" He asked, his tone leaving no room for further argument. As if there had been any to begin with. She swallowed heavily and nodded. The rules… they had been clear.

Shuffling her feet on the floor, she looked to the ceiling. What was she to do? She was tired. So was he. Who was going to sleep on the bed? Him or her? He should, he needed to recuperate as soon as possible… Hang on. If he was still recovering from his injuries, she'd have an easier time to run for it.

That was just wrong. To wish someone a slower recovery. What was she becoming? Her fingers curled into the wood of the chair, her nails chipping away at it. She'd have to deal with the splinters later. Not now. Now… she just needed to think. Though she wasn't getting anywhere, that much she knew already.

Had the Jedi done all of this? No. She had been there already. They could not have. It was simply not in their nature. Unless… she did not know everything. But how could she find out? Whatever happened with Boba and his father, it happened over a decade ago. There wouldn't be any records of it anywhere.

She had to look. Had to know he was lying for sure. For her own sanity. Though where should she start looking? The Jedi were dead, the temple probably razed to the ground by now; the only witness she had was Boba, and she couldn't rely on him. Who would even know?

A start would be to know who Jango Fett was in life. Maybe that would lead her somewhere.

The door slammed shut and her eyes snapped towards it. Boba had left the room. Great. She was alone. Sighing, she stood up and walked to the window. People were still bustling down below, lost in their tasks. All she could see were their heads. There were even more of the... Rishii? Was that their name? She leaned her forehead against the glass and stared at a group as they walked past, their feathers glittering in the angled sunlight.

She looked up. The sun was hovering in the gap between two tall buildings. Either evening or morning, that would remain to be seen. But she was tired. Slowly she turned around to look at the bed.

If Boba was not around, she might as well catch a bit of sleep on it before she'd be kicked off it. Yawning she fell on top of the covers and closed her eyes.

Sleep took her as soon as her cheek hit the pillow. For once, her sleep was dreamless.

She woke up when the sun rose again the next morning. Dried drool was sticking to her left cheek and she weakly wiped at it before rolling on her back. Cloth rustled when she did. It was dim in the room. She couldn't really see. Was it in the late evening or early morning? Her fingers closed around soft cloth around her. Was that a blanket? Who? What?

Who would… Boba? She frowned at the thought. No. That couldn't be. Surely he would have kicked her from the bed? She sat up and felt the blanket pooling in her lap. Disoriented she looked around the dark room. Where was he?

She didn't register the soft snoring immediately. It came somewhere to her side. Slowly she shifted towards the edge of the bed and … something sticky was between her legs.

Oh. Kriff.

She wanted to cry. Why did her period start today of all days? Did he even have stuff for that kind of scenario? Her face was burning. That was going to be awkward once he woke up.

Now where was he even? Surely he did not sleep on the floor? Why would he? He had a bed right here! She was weaker than him in all areas. He should have taken the bed with the injury… Oof, cramp. She hissed at the sharp pain in her lower abdomen.

Running was kind of out of question with this. The universe was conspiring against her. So unfair.

The snoring was louder where she was now, her head hanging off the side of the bed. So he was lying right next to it. He would immediately know if she got up. But she needed a shower, she felt disgusting. It would smell and she really did not need to have the smell of dried, old blood in her nose the whole day. Hopefully it had not stained her clothes too much. Getting the blood off would take at least a day, if not more.

She edged down towards the lower end of the bed, where she wasn't going to land on his stomach immediately. It was probably what he was hoping she'd do, so he'd know if she tried to escape. Another cramp made her stop. Human biology put a firm stop to those plans. Bad timing, if one could even call it that anymore. Should have taken the birth control route when it had been offered. But noooo, she had to say no because she had no partner.

A hand suddenly closed around her forearm. A scream died in her throat when another clasped around her mouth choking it and all air was suddenly driven from her lungs when a large weight crashed on her back.

Ow. What?

"What do you think you are doing?" Boba's voice whispered into her ear. How had he heard her? She had been quiet! There had only been… of course. The rustling of blankets. If she could have, she'd have sighed. But no, she was practically smashed against the mattress underneath the weight that was a rather pissed bounty hunter. His hand retreated from her face.

Sucking in a breath, she answered.

"I need a shower," it was the truth after all. He could either believe it or shove it up his… Ouch, another cramp. She twitched when she couldn't curl up.

"Why do you need to take a shower in the early morning hours?" He sounded suspicious. By the Force, did she have to spell it out? Hang on; morning hours. Finally some sense of time.

"Well, I am all bloody…" his grip on her forearms loosened suddenly.

"Bloody?"

"My period started," he was off of her in a heartbeat when she finally said why.

"I see. You have nothing to deal with it?" He asked and she could feel the stare on her back. Of course she had nothing to deal with it! How could she when she had been kidnapped? She rolled her eyes at him annoyed. Really? At least he didn't know she rolled her eyes… Deserved as it was.

"None," she confirmed.

"Alright, once it's daytime I will let you get the supplies you need," he sounded unsure. But she sighed in relief. At least she was allowed to have that sort of decency.

"Can I please clean myself and my clothes?"

"Yes."

She slipped off the bed and winced when the lights were turned on suddenly. Once she no longer had to squint her eyes, she looked over to Boba who was leaning against a wall. He looked better, more colour in his face; tired, yes, but not exhausted anymore. Good. Yawning she stood up and stumbled over to the fresher door.

Hot water made her muscles relax slowly and the cramps were soothed slightly. It felt even better to wash off the filth caked on her skin. The floor of the fresher was dyed red and brownish by the end. Her eyes were droopy still when she finally stepped out.

Where were her pants? Only her top had remained and her skin crawled from the idea to wear it again. Though she only had this one thing to wear. She couldn't choose. But where were her pants?! Surely Boba was not making her run around with no pants? At least her top covered the most parts of her. She leaned against the cool tiles of the fresher. She hastily threw her top on, rolling up the sleeves and tugged down the hem further down. Before opening the door to the room, she squeezed her legs together. The floor didn't need more blood stains than it already had.

Boba was not in their room and her pants were nowhere to be seen. Oof, cramp, she curled inwards at the pinching pain. Right, she needed birth control. Otherwise she'd miss more opportunities to run. Next medic she saw, would get that order.

A sliver of sunlight was now falling in from the window. Sunrise. Not that late then or early. Whatever really applied. Might as well stay up. After she got her pants back, she flinched when another cramp hit and she had to close the door again. Back to cleaning up.

Boba came back after a felt eternity. The lock of the entrance clicked and she leaned one of her ears against the fresher door. The steps that came towards her door were definitely his. She took her ear away and opened the door slightly, just enough to peek out.

Her pants! He had them. What did he do with them? She frowned when he held them towards her, her fingers curling into the cloth. It felt… clean. Had he cleaned them? Pulling them inside and closing the door again, she looked at the part where she knew there had been blood stains.

None were there.

He had cleaned them? How? Why? She could not think of a reason. It must serve him somehow to have it clean.

At least it was clean. Now the problem was… she needed to keep it as clean as possible for now and when she would get some pads. Hopefully she could find them immediately. For now, tissues would have to suffice.

Hours later they shuffled over to the marketplace where most of the merchants were still setting up their stands. Boba was back in his armour and helmet was up, scaring away most of the people around them. She had tried to stay back, not to be associated with him. Not that he would allow that. His arm was around her waist again, pulling her along with him. Her head was forced back into his shoulder plate. As if he'd let her out of his sight. Stupid.

So they hurried along the slowly filling street towards a large shop front. At least the window front was huge. Two stories? Maybe three? Bigger than anything she had ever seen on Teth! Her mouth fell open at how many people were pushing in and out of the shop, hovering baskets trailing in front of them. Suddenly a cart burst from the mass, a child shrieking in laughter as it raced past them.

Boba pulled her to the side, letting the cart brush past them. The wind from the cart's speed made a few strands of her hair fly from her braid again. Not a moment later, a frantic woman sped past them after the cart. The mother, she guessed.

The joys of being a parent? Altharya had to bite on her lower lip to not start giggling. Seemed more like a reason not to have one. She looked up to Boba who looked after the two, something in his eyes that she could not decipher. Was he remembering or wishing? If only she knew.

No. She should not wish to know him better. It would just complicate things. All that mattered was her freedom. And she needed pads for that. But… a hover cart might be something she could also use. Would it be theft if she took one?

"Hop in," when had they moved inside? Stunned she stared at the line of hover carts in front of them. How did this work? Before she could even ask, she was lifted by her knees and practically dumped into the cart.

Ow! Jerk! She was on her back and scrambling to get a hold on the edge when she felt the thing lurch up. Her hands were gripping the cart's edges when she felt her body being pressed down from the acceleration upwards. She leaned her head backwards to see Boba peering down at her.

"What do you need?" He sounded nonchalant. As if this was normal… Maybe it was… but give her a minute to gather herself.

"Uhhhh," she could only say. What pads did she need again? He sighed in impatience as they moved forward, shelves flying past them.

"So…" he actually sounded lost when the cart stopped suddenly. But finally she had enough grip to sit up properly. A whole shelf with pads and others for her problem lined themselves in front of her. So much choice. Were her normal ones there? Yes. Hastily she grabbed a pack and put it beside her.

"You will need more," he remarked drily.

"I won't need the whole pack worth of pads for one month," she raised an eyebrow at him. This was easily enough for six months. How could he not… Oh right, men.

"How long will a pack last you?" There he was again. The calculating bounty hunter.

"This will easily last me six months, give or take a month," she replied turning the pack in her hands. Definitely the brand she always used.

"Take another one, in case."

"Why? Can't we just come back when I need more?"

"Where we are going, we will not come out until we are called," he hissed quietly and she swallowed. She was not staying anywhere near him for a whole year! But he did not need to know that.

Just how long would Vader let them wait? Hopefully not an eternity. Rolling her eyes she grabbed a second and felt the lurch of a moving cart again. Her back hit the cart wall again and she let go. Whatever he needed now was not for her. She had what she needed. Not really, but she couldn't really ask for some tea.

Something soft hit her face suddenly making her yelp. What the… She grabbed the item on her head and held it further away from her. Clothes? Was he just grabbing stuff?

"Why are you getting me clothes?" She asked stunned. His logic was completely out of her grasp now.

"We are going to be here for a few days. If you run around in one outfit, you will attract the wrong attention," he explained before tossing another set of pants down and her stomach lurched when they hovered down.

"What kind of attention?" It couldn't really get any worse, right? He shot her an unamused glare. Her joke hadn't been appreciated. Damn, even he could see the humour in that right?

"Do you want to be seen as poor? The poor sometimes disappear," he didn't elaborate further but she had gotten the hint. Disappearing usually meant sold into slavery. Teth had been spared from the slave trade. Most had just been mercenaries or bounty hunters. It hadn't meant she wasn't aware of it, given how close they were to Hutt space too. While it would mean she'd be out of Boba's grasp, she'd never be able to get out of being a slave.

No, she gripped the new clothes tighter; she would not become one of them. Even if it meant staying with Boba for a while. That was better for now. Up to the moment he would deliver her to Vader. Then she was worse off.

They didn't talk more while Boba sped them to a checkout. She peered over the edge of their cart as they swerved around a corner. Others didn't even look in their direction. So many armoured people around that they were rather normal. Then she saw a Rishii comparing two sacks. Of what, she wasn't sure, but she knew that he was debating animatedly with another human. Suddenly both were laughing and she looked to the right.

Why was a store clerk watching them? It was just two people holding their merchandise? As if noticing her stare, the human turned around and his face darkened. The Rishii's feathers visibly dulled and he handed the sacks to the human.

Weirdly enough the clerk turned around and continued working. What difference did a Rishii make? Somehow she was just confused.

The check-out went over quickly. Credits clanged when they were put into a register, and then she had to get out of the cart.

A shame really. She had just gotten used to it. Her legs were shaky when they touched firm ground again. The new clothes and pads were stuffed into Boba's backpack while they walked out of the store. More people had gone outside and mingled on the street, whether purchasing or working. Was that a baker? Others were running between buildings, while some just leaned on their stalls waiting for customers.

Teth hadn't had a market. This was all so overwhelming. She stopped when she saw a young man run past them with his arms laden with books. Books about medicine. A medical student! Like her! She bumped into Boba whose hands settled on her shoulders again.

"Keep moving," was all he said. She slowly started moving again, keeping her eyes on the retreating student until she no longer could spot him amongst the others. If she could have gone to a university, would she have run around like that too? All loaded with books and no care in the world?

But they were moving again, one of Boba's arms around her shoulders to keep her near and moving. The Eclains had walked around like that on Teth, when they had felt like it, the old Selonians with no care left in the world. A couple. Which she and Boba were not. Hopefully no one mistook them for such.

Running a hand through her hair, she looked forward again to where they were going. He was keeping to the edge of the square, avoiding the middle. The street they had come from was to their right, so probably the fastest way?

Though, the massive tower in the distance with hover-cars and trains blinked in the now half up sun. It looked pretty. Was that where the ship was? Not that she could steal it. It would be beneficial to know though. Would Boba look there first? To see if she was stupid enough to steal his ship? He wished… Though wasn't the tower in the middle of this town. So if she kept going in a …

A loud scream to her left made her stumble, her head whipping to where it had come from.

Silence. Then, the scream resumed, but this time from thousands of people around her. A mass panic. Her opportunity?

She could not see what it was, but… her shoulder was free! Jerking away from Boba, she bumped against another who pushed her further towards the middle. People were pushing against each other. More screaming, more yells. She felt herself being pushed around and she couldn't do anything about it.

Not where she wanted… A man was clutching was a small body. A body that did not move. His loud wailing starting to drill into her skull and she winced away.

What was she doing? She went to her knees next to the man, who sank his hands further into the body's clothes.

All breath left her lungs when she saw it was a child that he was holding so close. Chest wound. Blaster bolt. The pungent smell of burnt flesh finally reached her nose.

"I am a medic," flew from her mouth before her mind could even register what was going on. Hands were on her shoulders now and the man's face was so close that she fell back.

"My daughter!" was he screaming? A girl. No older than maybe five? Unconscious. Dead? Her fingers dug into the smoking hole in the chest area tearing the cloth apart. Had not hit the heart. She might have a chance. Maybe. A wall of burnt flesh smell hit her nose, making her clasp a hand over her mouth and nose. This was worse than anything she had had on the surgery table. Her free fingers pressed against the small neck. Was that a pulse? Yes, weak, but there. Maybe there was hope. The entry point was black, dead tissue. She couldn't save it.

What she could do…. Heat dissipation! The heat of the blaster did not spread through flesh quickly. All she could do was cool it off, make the secondary damage not as devastating. Stem the bleeding that would ensue would be a concern for later. Clothes drenched in cold water.

"Water," she yelled at the man, whose eyes were bugging out of their sockets now. He looked confused, his jaw falling to the floor. Civilians. Idiots. Remember?

"Water. I need water!" she spat out, ripping a strip out of the dress. Where was his water bottle? Most distributed water was clean enough.

Finally. A bottle had appeared in the man's shaking hands and she ripped it out of his hands. She tipped it all over the strips of cloth and pressed it against the wound. There was some crackling. Bad.

Kriff. She had no equipment. That was the best she could do. Right… now, she needed to tell the father to keep pressure on the cloth and get her to a med-bay.

She opened her mouth to say something, but an arm was suddenly under her chest hauling her up. Her hands flew to the arm, trying to tear it away. Who…Oh, it was Boba. She now recognized the armour. Why was he pulling her away? That girl was dying… She jerked her head backwards, colliding with the back of her head with his helmet. Hissing in pain, she felt herself hurled around and her back hit something hard and cold. A wall.

"Do you realise what you have done?" She almost did not hear him. Her? Could have done? There was nothing she had done! She gripped at his shoulders now. What was he on about? All she did was basically look over a dying girl. A child!

"All I…" she started but was promptly shut up with a hand on her mouth. What was it with him to keep shoving his hands all over her?

"Of course you have no idea," he hissed pushing her further into a nook where they were both pressed flatly against each other as people pushed past them frantically in their panic.

"You would be lucky if they cannot find you, or worse find out who you are," he pressed his helmet briefly against her forehead. Was he trying to smash her head in? She was going to have a headache in the next few hours. Great! A potentially dead child, an angry Boba and a stampede. Who was interested in some girl in the middle of a stampede? No one.

"Who is this 'they'?" she bit back. Hopefully he'd elaborate, or she was going to do it again should there be a next time. Hopefully there wouldn't be, but… if she could defy him like this again then give it to her. Though… her heart sank. Without a dead child.

Had he said something? She swore he had, blinking up to him she wordlessly stared into his visor. Whatever he had said, if he had said anything at all, had been completely drowned out from all the noise. She frowned. If she could just see his face, she'd at least know if he had actually said something. His arms dropped from her shoulders, but only to go around her back from underneath her armpits.

What was he planning? She instinctively gripped at his shoulder plates when he slightly went into his knees.

Was he flying them back? Was he mad?

No. He just hoisted her up in his arms. Had her knees always been this wobbly? But this was so familiar, like on Teth. Though, she looked at the panicked expressions, the shoving, the screaming around her. She was safer here with him. No one dared to even go near him.

He was pushing his way through, yelps and shrieks ringing in her head until… it all became muffled. What? She looked up to see them standing in a narrow alley, away from the crowd. Good, more space to breathe in.

That poor man. His daughter dying. Hopefully they'd find who did it. Sighing she leaned her forehead against Boba's chest armour. To think all they had wanted to get today was pads and some clothes for her…

Monts was waiting for them when they finally arrived at the cantina. She had briefly lifted her head off Boba's shoulder to see them stepping into an entrance that was not the main one, but then lowered it again, resting her head on his shoulder as her temples started pounding in an unbearable headache.

"What happened?" Monts asked, his voice strained. Was that fear? He was safe, there was nothing for him to fear.

"One of the Arions got nearly assassinated," Boba explained, his arms steadying her. At least he did not pry her off, the steadiness of his armour plate rather soothing for the pain.

Who were the Arions? It felt like something she should know. An Arion. The girl's name had to do with Arion. No clue. They must be influential though for Boba to know them or be something to be recognized as.

"Here?! That is bad… kriffin' shit!" Monts sounded shocked, his voice had reached a higher pitch at the information.

"Tensions running high again?" Boba asked quickly, lifting her slightly as they moved forward.

That poor girl. No parent should watch their child dying.

Nor should a child see their parent die. She turned her head, so that her nose was against Boba's neck. He… had, hadn't he? Not a lie? Was her loyalty to the Jedi not deserved? Why would they kill a parent in front of their kid? Monsters…

"I am sorry," she whispered against the cloth on his neck. If he had heard her, he did not react in the slightest. He hadn't then. But it was out should it be true.

"Was it the small Senya?" Monts asked. He sounded sad? She looked up to see where they were.

Definitely not in the main room of the cantina. It was just the three of them. Monts, Boba and herself. However, it was roomier than their room. Monts' living space? It looked like it. A couch, a holo-vision and a table with chairs around it.

Boba was pushed her gently into one chair, while he kept standing.

"We need to get out of here," his voice changed mid-sentence as he took off his helmet. Monts only regarded him for a moment. What did he mean? Why would they have to leave? They hadn't done anything bad right?

"You realise no one will be able to leave? That old coot will not let anyone leave the city with his granddaughter murdered!" Monts hissed at Boba who rubbed a hand tiredly over his face.

"Where is the 'fresher?" She had to interrupt weakly, another cramp robbing her of another breath. Monts and Boba whirled around and Boba gave her an annoyed look. Really? Had he forgotten? After she had slung her arms around her abdomen, he seemed to understand. So did Monts.

He waved towards a door next to the holo-vision. Good, she'd need a minute anyway. No more blood stained clothes or improvised pads.

It took her a moment, to sort herself out, but she felt better and cleaner. Thank the Force.

She hesitated before stepping back into the room where both Boba and Monts were arguing quietly. There had been no window in the 'fresher. No escape.

As soon as she stepped back, Boba stopped whatever he was saying and looked at her intently. Her steps faltered. What was going on? He was judging her. Definitely was. Now if someone would tell her what was going, that would be grand. She could not read minds!

"You are staying here. I need to investigate," Boba told her firmly, turning away again to grab his helmet.

"Monts, I will be back as soon as possible," with that he was out of the door they had come in. Monts had only nodded before closing the door behind him.

Silence fell over them. It was awkward. Monts was a complete stranger to her. Someone who was friends with Boba Fett. She had to be careful with him. Slowly she took a few steps forward again towards the chair she had been in earlier. Surely she could sit in it again?

"I haven't caught ya name," she nearly jumped when Monts addressed her directly for the first time. Her mouth opened automatically to answer, but she snapped it shut before any sound could come out. He was not someone she could trust. Why give him her name?

Monts sighed while gesturing towards the chair she had stepped towards.

"Sit down, girl. I am just an old man, who just wants some peace in his last years," he smiled at her while sitting down himself, opposite her, his back to the door where they had come in. Sure. Trust the guy who was friendly to Boba! Sounds soooo logical.

"Who are you?" She had to ask. Who was this person who Boba trusted enough with keeping an eye on a bounty... issued by Darth Vader.

Monts grinned.

"An answer for an answer? Is that how you want to play?" She opened her mouth to retort, but… he had asked her something and she asked another question. Yeah she backed herself in a corner. Not like Boba would tell him his name as well at some point.

"Altharya," she said watching him closely. Would he hold his deal?

"I am Monts. Owner of this cantina," he answered. So… she stared at him for a moment. What else could she say?

"Nice to make your acquaintance?" Might as well be polite, even though it was funny. Introducing herself to the friend of her captor.

This universe was a giant joke at this point. At least Monts understood that when he burst out into a bellowing fit of laughter.

"Nice to make yers as well, Altharya," his eyes twinkled in amusement.

"Now tell me, do you have any idea what is going on?" The laughter fell from his face immediately; the lines in his face grew harder. This was serious. Did he even know?

"No," she shook her head in response. He must know? It sounded like he knew something. For once, could she be in the loop about things, not just left stumbling in the dark?

"This system is run by two families," Monts started leaning back in his chair, "both of them kinda want the other's head on a pike, especially now. We are currently in the capital of the Arions. The Brents are on another planet entirely."

He stopped to spread his hands on the table in front of him.

"That little girl that got nearly killed? The granddaughter of the current man running the Arions Corp, Eric Arion," she had to look down when he mentioned the little girl. Most likely the girl had felt no pain. A small mercy.

"Boba said you tried to help her?" He sounded sympathetic. Almost. There was this… she could not say. It sounded as if he was on edge.

"I tried. Boba pulled me away, but she had been alive then," she looked up again. Monts had a dark expression on his face, as if he had met his doom.

"It doesn't matter if she was dead or not. If that assassin was a Brent and saw you trying to help. You are also a target," he pointed a finger at her face now.

That made no sense. Why would they care about someone like her being helpful? She was no one. Really. Who was she to them? To go after someone who ran to help someone who got shot? Insane!

"You chose a side, publicly," she gasped at how forceful he put the point on the table. What? That had nothing to do with choosing sides!

"How?"

"It is an unspoken rule. You stay out of the conflict. If you do, you will get caught up in it. Those two families are petty. And any assassin will clean up after their kill. Anyone who saw the injuries up close," he glowered at her now.

He knew about her training? He must know. But clean up after a kill? Did that…? Oh Force… She looked at Monts now and her hands were over her mouth now. He was in danger! He had said it himself! She was such a failure… One more in her mess.

"You are staying here until Boba gets back," Monts got up slowly, groaning when his knees popped loudly.

"What about you?" She had to ask. Even he was a friend of Boba's, no one deserved to be dragged into her mess. Monts only stared at her, stunned. As if she had just told him the Force had manifested in front of them.

"I can defend myself," he opened a cupboard to their right. What was he… she leaned forward curiously. What was he up to?

"The same cannot be said of you." She recoiled in horror as Monts grabbed a rifle from the depths from the cupboard. How did he have a rifle? He slung it around his shoulders while giving her a pointed glare. She had to bite her tongue. Her defense was cut off! Not her fault!

"Where is Boba?" She asked weakly.

"Him? Oh, he is out assessing the situation. If it was even a Brent operation, not some extremists getting too cocky."

She drew a breath. So maybe it was not that bad? Patience… They were just being cautious. Though… her eyes flew open. Monts was Boba's friend. Surely he knew who Jango Fett was in life? Maybe this was her only chance to ever know truly what had happened? All she had to do was ask. No. Would Monts even answer her? It seemed more like a private issue. Would it be her intruding? How could she? Boba brought it up first, she was by all means involved in it.

"Monts?" She asked, before the new found courage left her.

"Aye?" He sat down again with a bottle in his hands, this time facing the door.

"Who was Jango Fett?"

Monts actually spat out whatever he was drinking.

AN: Riiiight, hope you enjoyed it. Do leave your thoughts in a review, follow or favourite. They really make my day.

Anyhooow, I think I should respond to some reviews.

JediOtaku: Altharya will have something to think about, definitely. The seeds are there, now what will grow out of them is an entirely different question :P

Taylong Azhyn: Hiding in a populous town is only an option because he will need to stock up before disappearing with her. Since he got that gig pretty much sprung on him after he had caught her. Definitely has contacts in this system, but they will be introduced one by one :P Monts is one of them and I hope you like how I put him down in this chapter.

Also to answer your question on psychological assault. He basically woke up on the road to recovery, knowing she treated him. In his mind, she is still on the path of "I am a Jedi, therefore I must do x,y,z." and you know he does not like the Jedi. So he is trying to make sense of her motivations in all honesty, because she insists it was not because she is a Jedi. And he wants her to see that being a Jedi can mean something completely different to some people than to others. Also to him, she should have let him die back then. He was weak and she treated him. Hence we have him blathering on about favours and him thanking her in case she did it as a "transaction" deed.

In summary, he is confused and tries to make sense of the situation. End result, both are confused.

Roter Tod: Hey, thank you for reviewing so far! Yes, Boba has some big emotional problems. Problems I can imagine he has not worked on. Given what we have seen I would not blame him if he generalised Jedi with what Windu did to his dad. Hence him talking about his dad and Galidraan.
Also, are you German? Really love that name.

As a note. I had a lecture on lasers in medicine the other day (well a few weeks ago now). Basically blasters fire with some type of laser tech. Nothing new, but it means there is kinetic and thermal energies applied to the body. Aka we are dealing more with heat dissipation and some kinetic energy transfer Now. Why is this important?

-This is why Altharya dumped water on the wound as a first thing. Heat dissipates relatively slowly through tissue (because it is mostly water) and cause of Thermodynamics the cooler the medium the more likely the heat will dissipate to it. Yay Physics!

- burn wounds are no joke. The necrotic tissue can cause infections if not removed. Hence why High intensity Ultrasound therapy is regarded with a critical eye atm. Because it burns tumour tissue from the inside and relies on the body to get rid of it.

- Because of the kinetic part of this whole Star Wars gun lore, she needs to stem any potential bleeding. The immediate tissue that came in contact with the laser will have evaporated, surrounding tissue dying off fast. Potential cavitations. There will be bleeding.

Now for real life. Lasers do not deal direct damage. Buuuut, a big but, their secondary effects are the reason why there are safety manuals with them. The thermal effects primarily.

The most powerful lasers will set you on fire.

Aka, do not point any laser in anyone's eyes. I will whack you if you do. With a chair.