Watching his son from the corner of his eye he stood with Dex at the front counter, talking quietly. He'd already paid for their meals but the information broker turned diner owner had some tidbits about his next target that more than made up for the delay. Anakin, the walking disaster magnet, was speaking with a little droid near the door of the diner. His kid was more than happy to talk specs in the chirps and whistles all droids were capable of producing. He still wasn't sure how the blonde understood the language so damn quickly but he chalked it up to his kid being absolutely brilliant.
"K'tharsin, a Red Nikto, I've heard rumours he can be found on Karazak when he's not doing business on Rorak 4." Jango couldn't help the vicious grin that crossed his face.
"Thanks for the tip, Dex." The Besalisk gave him a sly smirk in return.
"Hey, word travels fast. Make sure you put a few of them down for me." He glanced over at Anakin then back to Jango. "He's a great kid." Jango nodded in understanding. From the moment Anakin had come into his life it was clear to everyone how much he cared for his shu'shu'ika.
The door to the diner opened and he glanced over at the two jetii who entered. He grit his teeth, clenching his hand into a fist so he didn't immediately grab his blaster, and kept them in his peripheral. As long as they didn't try anything he would remain civil. For Anakin and Dex, if for no other reason.
"Before I forget, I grabbed that item for you." He turned his attention back to Dex as the Besalisk rummaged around behind the counter. He handed over a take-out bag but judging by the weight Jango knew exactly what it was.
"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers!" The loud, and very firm, voice of his son grabbed his attention immediately. The two jetii who had come into the diner had stopped and the taller one, a beast of a man really, was bent nearly in half trying to talk to his kid. Anakin had backed away, watching the man warily. From where he was standing he couldn't hear what the man said next but he could see his son reaching for the knife hidden at his back. The jetii's redheaded companion, a jet'ika judging by the braid, was looking between the two of them before his blue-green eyes scanned the small diner. The lad took one look at him and his eyes went wide in a pale face.
As Jango strode angrily over to the jetiise Dex called out to them. "Qui-gon Jinn, you old rascal! What are you doing accosting my customers?" The older of the two jetii stood and looked toward the Besalisk, just as Jango forced himself between the man and his son. The jetii's attention turned back to him and a smarmy smile crossed his face.
"Greetings, I am Jedi Master Qui-gon Jinn. I was just-"
"Back. Off. Now." He spoke in a low growl that barely contained his anger. The man eyed him carefully, wary. He could probably feel the hatred pouring off Jango as he glared up at the man. The jetii took a few careful steps back, putting distance between them. The diner had gone quiet the moment Jango began to move, the patrons already having seen him sitting with his son and knowing that this encounter probably wouldn't end well.
"Has the child ever been tested for force sensitivity?" Jango bristled. He already knew Anakin was Ka'runi, he didn't need to be tested. And he certainly didn't need the jetii to learn how to control his abilities.
"No." The man's eyes narrowed.
"Is he your son?" His anger rose so sharply at the accusation in the man's tone of voice that his vision turned red at the edges.
"Master!" The word was sharp with a rebuke and both of them looked to the padawan. His face had turned a bright shade of red but he stood fast. "You need to speak with Dex about the mission. We are in a hurry, Master." The jetii stood there a moment longer before nodding and walking away. The young man seemed to relax slightly but flinched when he looked back to Jango.
"For my guardian's actions, I apologize greatly." Surprise doused his anger as he watched the younger jetii bow low enough to expose the back of his neck. It was an apology he never thought he'd see coming from a jetii.
Behind him Anakin poked his head out, curiosity piqued. "You speak Mando'a?" The redhead smiled at the blonde.
"I do. I learned from a friend on Manda'yaim." Jango wondered who in their right mind would teach a jetii their language but the redhead had a Kalevalan accent. So it was probably one of the pacifist 'New Mandalorians,' another group Jango despised.
"We're leaving." Anakin looked up at him and pouted slightly.
"Yes buir." He looked back at the jetii and his eyes seemed to go unfocused for a moment. "See you later Obi." The jetii stared at his son, slack jawed, but Jango'd had enough. Putting his hand against Anakin's back he ushered the boy out of the diner, keeping himself between his son and the jetii.
On the trip back to the ship he looked down at his son. "How did you know his name?" Anakin smiled up at him.
"I saw him. He was in my vision. The one with the black lasersword." Jango didn't want to believe him… but he trusted Anakin's visions. If the jetii was going to somehow become a part of his kid's life he wanted to keep an eye on him. He'd gather as much information as he could on this… Obi.