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Pathanos, I'm glad you like it! I would love to have some help with my grammar and spelling. English is not my first language, so all I can do is trying my best and work with your hints.

For now, here's another (basically smut-free) setting scene...

Chapter 10 - Vary your routine. Patterns are traps. (day 4)
Tomoe waited for her limp muscles to return to her command. She sweated under the thin blanket, but at the same time, her feet were cold. Starting with the slightest moves, she tried to work the kinks out of her back and slowly ease out of the hold around her chest. She certainly wasn’t made for sleeping in a chair and she couldn’t sleep like that, either. Inspecting her wrists, she found that the manacles where probably lose enough. Stretch, relax, clench. Relax, clench harder. The binder slipped up on her hand slowly. Suddenly a possessive arm tucked her up against a furnace of solid muscle in an untold ‘Save it.’
She stopped her efforts and gauged the time go by with her breath and the rising pressure inside.
Finally, her patience was up. “Please, I need to get up.” The breath on her neck halted briefly, and then returned to its steady pace. Obviously, Fett’s sleeping mind had a sense for violence and escape attempts, but not for clemency. ‘You plead for it.’ She sneaked her ice-cold feet up his crotch.
“Haar'chak!” Jango woke with a start, blocking the intruding icicles with his thigh.
“I need to pee. Do you want me to do it... in your bed?”
With an irritated grunt he reluctantly levered himself up and off his little captive, releasing the binders. She snatched her tunic and padded quietly to the bathroom, her tousled raven hair swinging around her. He reclined on the cot as he waited for her return but apparently she was in no hurry. ‘Trying to use up all water on Kamino?’ He pondered, kicked the blanket off and followed her out of the room.
Finding her in the shower he stepped in behind her and gently enfolded her in his arms in a loose hold against his chest. “I appreciate your sense for personal hygiene, but you are shiny enough for me now.” She neither withdrew from his touch nor returned it. Apparently, that ridiculous modesty of hers was no longer an issue. "Everything will be alright." He gently rubbed her shoulders; watching scraps of tanned skin come off and vanish in the drain, leaving her pale under his hands. “Pity. The bronze looked so much better on you, cin'ciri. But you won’t get enough sun here to put on another one.”
“I don’t know this word. What does it mean?”
Jango reached over to switch from shower- to drying-mode. “Turn around.” He parted the curtain of soaked raven hair and cupped her face in his hands. “Cin’ciri is Mando’a for snow.” He kissed her forehead.
“My name is Tomoe.” Her voice stayed as level as his.
“You may call me Jango, since I own your body now and soon your soul, Cin’ciri.” His dark eyes pierced her as though searching the deepest recesses of her heart and mind. “Just fight it, so I know there is something to conquer.”
She stared back, her eyes equally deep pools of black “You conquered quite enough for tonight, Master Fett. All I want to do now is rest and I can’t sleep bundled up with your binders.”
“No more binders tonight.” Jango chuckled and kissed her forehead a second time, then grabbed her waist and lifted her up with a graceful economy of movement. Returning to his sleeping quarter, he pushed her into the cot, settled the blanket over them and tucked her under him. “Sleep well.” His mind slid back into the selective attention of a napping predator.

At the usual time, Jango stood up and stretched lazily to his full height like a great hunting cat arousing from a long sleep. The woman on his bed turned her back on him and tried to straighten out her slim frame. It didn’t matter to him. His schedule would allow her some spare time until he started integrating her into the training. He occupied the bathroom, then woke Boba and put on fatigues.
The ruckus caused Tomoe to get up and slip on the tunic. It felt strange to be the last one to rise, to be utterly useless with no idea what the other’s routine was. ‘Concentrate on the task.’ A handful of cold water in her face would help to clear her befuddled mind. She nearly stumbled over Boba who put on his shoes in the corridor. ‘no boots today?’ she wondered. A buzz came from the entrance; the boy strode over and opened after a brief check of the panel.
“Good morning, Walon.”
Tomoe lifted her gaze slowly to the long, square-jawed face of the new arrival while her mind assimilated the important information. She had never considered herself small, but leaning her head back she had to wonder if this was as tall as those ‘Mandalorians’ could get, whatever they feed on. If they fed this particular one at all, considering his ascetic face. His piercing greenish-golden eyes locked on hers. She found no kindness in them to go with his monk’s haircut. Unsure what to expect next, she followed Boba and stood behind him silently.
Vau had noted the distance between Jango and Kal at dinner the evening before and decided to do his own recce. He spotted the reason for their conflict right in the corridor. The woman’s light frame screamed ‘aruetise’. One of Fett’s tunics covered her loosely from shoulders to mid-thigh. Some bluish bruises showed on her collarbone and neck. Her long slender legs ended in bare feet which turned slightly inwards, toes curled into the carpet. His examination was disturbed by the intensity of her gaze. What sort of interest had widened her eyes for an instant? Her tousled hair looked like she had been thoroughly used in bed. Nevertheless, she was assessing him as an equal - at best.
“And you are?”
“Tomoe Harada, Sir.”
“Come HERE,” Jango Fett said behind her, his voice low and intimidating. She quickly averted her eyes and turned around. He held out his hand and closed his fingers into a fist in potent demand, then turned his fist slowly until it faced downward, and then he extended his index finger and pointed downward in front of him. His face was pursed in anger, the scars in his forehead becoming more prominent. Sensing the brutality that lurked just below the surface of his carefully controlled demeanor, she dropped to her knees by his feet.
“Breakfast in one hour.” While the guest watched the scene with interest, Jango turned abruptly from her, locking up the additional rooms as he went to join Vau. He shooed Boba out of the door in front of him. “Bad idea. Now I have to restrain her whenever you are alone with her.”
“I’m sorry, dad,” was Boba’s meek response.
The boy dropped back when Vau set a quicker pace. “You certainly know how to give the gossip of Tipoca city a new spin with your... home decoration.”
“I assumed your pet’s perfume would put a dampener on your social life including the gossip - How’s ‘Lord Mirdalan’?”
“Still the epitome of an ally: fiercely loyal and attentive.”
“Maybe four or five years of solid sex with an equal fierce mind tucked inside a perfect, young feminine body is my idea of paradise?” Jango retorted with one ironic eyebrow lifted.
“You have got millions of offspring and counting. Aren’t you ever satisfied?”
“Sure I am. With your help, they will do their job well. Thinking of my own family, I’m not likely to spend as much time in a save place again before I’m too old to see my kids grow up.”
The older Mandalorian laughed “Talking of retirement already?”
"I'm just a simple man trying to make my way in the universe."
Their arrival at the training area closed the topic as everybody went to perform their morning physical training.

Tomoe rose from kneeling slowly and went for the bathroom. Had it been anger because she found a door-opener? Could it be jealousy mixed with a certain personal aversion? She splashed cold water into her face. Both could prove helpful, but neither his advantage of range nor superior weight nor regal demeanor would make her hand over Boba to somebody who was probably at odds with the late father and probably himself, too.
Coming out from the bathroom, she found her remaining clothing locked up in Jango’s room “Hero,” she sneezed and went on to her morning gymnastic before she grew all cold. It wasn’t an easy task to convince her muscles to fall into routine. She felt like a speeder had been parked on her all night and the hard floor didn’t do any good during the gymnastic, either. She would have to be more mindful next time.
Shrugging off the tunic she hit the shower a fourth time in 24 hours. Not that it made her feel much cleaner, but at least the bacta of the deepest gashes came off easily, so she decided to get a rid of the bandages covering her wrists as well. ‘Seeing the mistreatment of his property might give him some ideas.’ While the skin had been regenerated well under the smelly bacta, the deep bruising was changing from purple to yellow rimmed green. ‘Beautiful.’ She scowled, and then sneezed again, turning on the warm air stream.
Returning to the living room freshly groomed, she jumped at a sudden hiss accompanied by a cold draft just above her head. A piece of the ceiling was coming down, revealing a jawing mouth fill of cleaning brushes attached to a hose, that started working methodically on the walls and floor. Apparently, house-cleaning would not become one of her chores. Was this thing a purely pre-programmed robot? Or had it sensory that could turn into an obstacle? She placed her toes in the way of the device, ready to back away the last moment, but they were carefully avoided. Interesting. So was the hatch in the ceiling and the space behind it, which she could easily access by climbing up the tube while the brush was on the ground. A grown up Fett would never fit up there, but she was different.
For now, there was no reason to alert anybody about her plans, just to stand in the rain of a foreign planet without shoes, let alone a transport. She watched the device withdraw and the next moment her fine ears picked up the sound on the other side of the wall. The system probably covered more than one flat indeed.
But what sort of person would want a Fett for neighbor?

She quietly searched the kitchen for cups and dishes to put on the breakfast table, finding the groceries in her reach quite unsatisfactory. Not that she had to rake her brain over it for long. The Fetts strode in, steaming from an hour of physical training and unspent testosterone. After seating himself at the table and indicating a place for Boba to sit, Jango waited for her to fill his cup then continued “I have a few things I need to discuss with you, so we might as well do it over breakfast.”
“Yes, Master Fett.” She took a seat as well.
“I want you to continue reading and practice a little writing as well. You will look over the next three lessons on Boba’s curriculum. In the afternoon you’ll run a quick repetition of the past lesson before you work on a new one with him. When you have time left, start working on the files about edible and inedible local flora and fauna as well as a collection of recipes to adapt to it. And you are telling tonight’s bedtime story for a change, so you better think something up until then.”
Tomoe nodded her acknowledge “Something to write notes on would be helpful.”
“I’ll get you a notepad and some flimsy, Cin’ciri.”
“...and a Mandalorian language dictionary since you keep calling me names.” She added.
“Agreed.” He frowned to cover his delight at her pairing of spunk and curiosity. Something he could never beat into her. “Show me your wrists,” he took her hands gently in his, “You have nobody to turn to but ME. I don't think I need restraints to remind you that the consequences would be most unpleasant if you disobey my orders."
“Yes, Jango.” Tomoe said softly. She knew she was getting to him. Getting to him good. Just a matter of time before the man made a mistake and their positions were reversed. Or so she hoped. “I would like to notify you that I attracted a cold. Please have an eye on Boba if it affects him as well.”
“Always have... good endurance performance this morning, Boba.” He smiled at his son before returning his attention to her “I’ll leave my room open so you can take care of yourself.”
“I could use a pair of socks.” She winked
“Makes sense.” He shrugged in remembrance of her icicle-attack last night. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“Thank you.”
Jango rose, his younger copy always on his heels. “We will be back for lunch, then Boba does his homework and I need to do some more work outside.”
Tomoe made use of the supplies he left her with, trying to learn more about the surroundings outside that presented itself more like a washhouse than a real world with earth, plant growth and animals. It didn’t look like the environment could provide food and employment for a large population, nevertheless this sizeable high-tech city which sat in the middle of nowhere. The more she read the more she wondered what its inhabitants were doing for a living. ‘Military advisor? Maybe, but what needed military defense in this forsaken place?”

At noon, Boba shuffled in behind his father, but leaned against the wall, while Jango gathered ration bars from the kitchen and sat down unperturbed, munching down his lunch quickly while Tomoe’s eyes wandered from one to the other. The young one shook his head at her, his teeth clenched.
“Give him time to recover, he can eat later while doing his homework.” Jango commented, and then pushed her into the corner seat with casual ease. He closed a restraint around her left wrist, padded by the long sleeve of the oversized tunic. “See you in the evening.” He used the vicinity to kiss her forehead, then went away to work the rest of his break on another type of restraint. He needed to increase her use as a housekeeper when he wasn’t around.
Tomoe waited for the door to slide shut behind Jango’s wide frame then patted the upholstery beside her “Come, sit with me.”
“My ribs hurt.” Boba inched closer, but leaned to the wall.
“What happened?”
“Some other boy dropped his full weight on me during hand-to-hand training.”
“I see... it’s difficult to exhale and tense up at the same time.”
“I’m not that bad at it, but it wasn’t enough. It’s never enough.”
“But you are training hard and you are growing as well, isn’t it?”
“They are growing heavier by the day... damn them, it’s not fair!”
“Life isn’t always fair, but you sure have your advantages?”
Boba nodded “I guess... I don’t know.”
“You are fit, far stronger than the average of your age, you pick things up very well, you are curious and your school benefits are far beyond your age...”
“But they are the same like me, just bigger and quicker. And they make no mistakes ...not in front of dad at least.”
“What kind of mistake did you make?”
“It’s my fault that my ribs hurt, it’s my fault that you have to sit there, tied, hurting again...”
“Boba, stop!” she took a breath “Come here, lean against me, breathe easy... it’s just a mishap, one or two days and you will be fine. It’s not your fault if neither your bigger partner nor your trainer takes care of the weight difference. All you can do is train hard and maybe adapt your gymnastic to the necessities.” She tried to reassure him “I can help you, used to have the same trouble.”
“But for now you can’t and face it that is my fault.”
“Why? It’s your father who fancies restraints.”
“But it was me who ran away in first place, and this morning I opened the damn door to Vau.”
“You are just a curious kid following your morning routine. Quite efficiently, I must notice. I can see no flaw in that. Who is this Walon Vau?”
“One of dad’s colleagues. They aren’t best friends, but once they start talking, they are gone for hours. And he has that beast... Lord Mirdalan... it’s a strill. Don’t approach. It’s vicious, drools and stinks horribly - but Walon loves it. “
“Oh... I won’t. Is it in your species catalogue?”
“No. Strills are very rare.” He sighed and grabbed his notepad “I better get started, isn’t it?”
“Sure, go ahead. Would you pass me the flimsy, please?”

In the evening Jango entered in his usual predatory silence, greeted Boba and unlocked the restraint around Tomoe’s wrist, conducting her into the kitchen. “Most of the food that is not customized rations comes tinned, dried or refrigerated unless somebody got lucky with a fishing line. That’s gihaal. It’s made from dried fish, lasts for years.”
Tomoe sniffed and wrinkled her nose “I understand. The documentation mentioned seaweed?”
“Easy to get, but nobody is quite fond of it. We prefer protein based nutrition.”
“Water, fish-fond, dried mushrooms, seaweed... do you have eggs?”
“No.”
“Any legumes that don’t require a day of soaking?”
“No.”
“Under this condition I recommend customized rations for dinner which have just the right amount of proteins and don’t taste worse than any combination of supplies... unless you give Boba some recreation with his fishing line. He’s got that talent to pull up any fish that comes in the vicinity of this dome that will make me see light in this kitchen. Until then, its fruit candy for dessert.”
She dug out a box on the upper self and felt him stand closely behind her, wrapping his arms around her when her soles touched the ground again “Not exclusively,” he nuzzled into the nape of her neck briefly, then went to swap flimsy and notepads with place settings. Running his gauntlet over a sheet, he tried to feed some of the script into his universal translation program, but it spat out nothing but crap. “Why don’t you learn and make your notes in aurabesh?” he inquired.
“I wrote some aurabesh while handling the pad, just while sorting my thoughts for a difficult translation I used my own. I didn’t bring my collection of fairytales when you ‘invited’ me here, so I tried to make up something from memory.”
“I’ll be pleased to hear it tonight.” Inwardly, he wasn’t half as happy. People who wrote things down spilled information. Yes, she was obedient and he had the means to keep her that way, but what he wanted was the forthcoming attention Boba was receiving from the beginning and not the distant or amused appeasement that lead to a dead end.

“Boba, light’s out in half’n hour.” Jango reminded Boba.
The boy looked up from sorting fishing lines and flies and yawned “Gar serim.” He stood and vanished in the bathroom.
Jango tucked his son in when he re-emerged and sat on the edge of the bed “Sit by my feet, Cin’ciri.” It felt strange to let somebody else close the day. But he couldn’t be around all the evenings so he needed to delegate some more tasks from time to time. Tomoe sat on her heels beside him with the natural grace of somebody who wasn’t used chairs. He rested a hand on her shoulder, closed the distance between their bodies and listened to her voice. “Tell us a story.”
“This is how the origins of my people where explained a thousand and four hundred years ago:
In the beginning, the first gods beyond the void summoned two divine beings, the male ‘He-who-invites’ and the female ‘She-who-invites’, and charged them with the creation of a new land. To help them do this, they were given a spear inlaid with jewels, the spear of light. The two deities travelled long way until they stood on the floating bridge of heaven. From there, they churned the field of sparkling crystal below with the spear. When drops of water fell from the spear, a first island formed itself under the raising sky. They descended from the bridge of heaven and made their home on the island.”
- “I don’t understand”
“You may ask questions.”
- “Uhmmm...” Boba didn’t know where to start “How long did that take?”
“Time had little meaning back then. Remember we are not talking about humans like you and I...
Eventually they wished to be mated, so they built a pillar that reached the heaven and around it they built a pavilion. They circled the pillar in opposite directions, and when they met on the other side, ‘She-who-invites’ spoke to the gods beyond the void first in greeting. ‘He-who-invites’ didn't think that this was the right thing to do, but they proceeded anyhow. They conceived two offspring but they were born deformed and are not considered deities.”
“So they went around the pillar again, this time speaking to each other when they met, and their marriage was then successful. From their union were born the "great eight continents" of my home world, six more islands and many deities. Then ‘She-who invites’ died giving birth to the child “Causer of fire”. She was then buried on a snow covered mountain. So angry was ‘He-who-invites’ at the death of his wife that he killed the new-born child, thereby creating dozens of deities.”
“ ‘He-who-invites’ lamented the death of her and undertook a journey to the shadowy land of the dead. Quickly, he searched for ‘She-who-invites’ and eventually found her. At first, he could not see her at all for the shadows hid her appearance well. Nevertheless, he asked her to return with him. But she spat out at him, informing him that he was too late. She had already eaten the food of the underworld and was now one with the land of the dead. She could no longer return to the living.”
“ ‘He-who-invites’ was shocked at this news but he refused to give in to her wishes of being left to the dark embrace of the shadow land. While ‘She-who-invites’ was sleeping, he took the comb that bound his long hair and set it alight as a torch.”
- “How could he do that if he killed the ‘Causer of Fire’ before?”
“Killing usually doesn’t erase influence. More often than not, one or more traces remain...
Under the sudden burst of light, he saw the horrid form of his once beautiful and graceful spouse. She was now a rotting form of flesh with maggots and foul creatures running over her ravaged body.”
Jango started wondering if it had been a good idea to delegate the task of storytelling.
“Crying out loud, he could no longer control his fear and started to run, intending to return to the living and abandon his death-ridden wife. ‘She-who-invites’ woke up shrieking and indignant and chased after him. Wild, foul women and eight thunder deities also hunted for the frightened ‘He-who-invites’, instructed to bring him back.”
Boba was delighted. Some action – finally!
“He burst out of the entrance and quickly pushed a boulder in the mouth of the cavern that was the entrance of the Shadow world. ‘She-who-invites’ screamed from behind this impenetrable barricade and told ‘He-who-invites’ that if he left her she would destroy 1,000 residents of the living every day. He furiously replied he would give life to 1,500.”
“ ‘He-who-invites’ then cleansed himself of his sins. When he washed his face clean of the pollutants of the underworld, the goddess of the sun was born when he washed out his left eye, the god of the moon was born from the washing of the right eye, and the god of the sea and storms from the washing of the nose. Afterwards, ‘He-who-invites’ went on to become the ruler of the High Plain of Heaven, the dwelling place of the gods and deities, connected to the earth by the Floating Bridge of Heaven.”
Boba understood that this was something like ‘happily ever after’ and sighed. He would have preferred something more tangible. “Good night, dad. Nite, Tomoe.”
“Good night, Boba.” She slid back on her heels and rose, her hopes of a Jango-free night quickly squished by the bounty hunter’s hand on the small of her back that steered her into the master bedroom.
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Chapter 10 - Vary your routine. Patterns are traps. (day 4)