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Chapter 12 - A bounty hunter must always be ready to go anywhere and face any danger. (day 5)
Around lunchtime, Tomoe gathered herself together and made it into the bathroom. She felt dehydrated but better after all. She showered and secured a length of thin wire by threading it through a seam of her tunic before putting it on. It was probably a remain of one of Boba’s projects which had slipped the automatic cleansing but not her attention while she was telling last night’s bedtime story. The wire itself was too weak to be useful, but she could change that when the time came.
For now, she got herself a warm drink and something to eat, and then settled in the easy chair with a blanket pulled up to her chin, waiting for the small one to come home. The weather outside didn’t bode well for his fishing excursion... but then, that thin vertical rain out there was probably good weather, while bad weather meant horizontal rain and thunderstorm. She shrugged and started making notes for another bedtime story. It helped to put her mind elsewhere.
One hour past lunch the young one dropped by. “Good you are up already. Dad wants you to take this.” He passed her another potion “I’ll just grab my stuff and be outta here.”
“What about your homework?”
“I’ll look over the lesson while waiting for the fish to bite and do the exercises when I’m back.” He went to grab his cape then padded over, pressing a smooch on her forehead. “And figure out what to make for dinner.”
Tomoe shrunk into the chair at the gesture the small one had adapted the gestures of the missing father. “Sure,” she pushed her discomfort down and hugged him back. “I’ll soak some legumes for side dish... please come home before you’re all soaked as well.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not made from sugar.” He stored his notepad under his cape and was out.
She shook her head in disbelief and went into the kitchen. Sometimes father and son were so alike it in their looks and gestures it hurt. Shielding the son from his father’s actions could not last much longer, no matter how well the walls were soundproofed and how badly she tried to stifle her cries. She had to end it soon or insult would be added to injury.
Little she knew that a fully armed up Jango had been hovering on the outside of the doorframe anticipating an escape try or an attempt on his son.

Three hour later, Boba returned with a four fishes on a line and an end of a translucent pipe that held a couple of shells and some indefinable blob with lots of tentacles. “Oh, so many... have you already identified them?” - “Nope, but they aren’t of the kind marked as poisonous.” Tomoe took the catch into the kitchen while shook water from his hairs and cloak like a wet dog, vanished in the bathroom then padded into the kitchen barefoot in a dry tunic, rubbing his curly black hair dry with a towel.
She had set up a notepad on the kitchen counter, flipping through similar species. “The fish are definitely edible, and so are the shells, if we manage to get them off that surface.”
Boba poked one from the outside of the container “Yeah, I damaged my knife on the last one when I scratched them off the support.”
“They are probably quite tenacious. I’d say slice, cross-slice superficially, then a spicy marinade with a shot of acid...”
“Sounds good. What about this one? It was wasting my baits one by one. In the end it was too stubborn let go when I pulled it up.”
She pried a tentacle off the edge of the cylinder and dropped it back to keep the beast contained “Apparently it survived that just fine. The documentation says that light grey is fine, while dark grey is of no use for us.”
“Now, that’s not very reliable.”
“Eye color is another indicator, but I can’t see any.” She tried to turn the inhabitant around with a spoon and it released a dark green cloud. “I’m sorry, that was unwise. I say we stop the testing here and you put it back down, then we sort out how to loosen the others inhabitants. The four plus starters are more than sufficient.”
Just as she lifted the container from the counter she heard somebody lightweight scramble around the open doorframe. She did not need to look around to feel deadly intent and to know that a weapon was being trained on her. Instinctively she snatched up Boba, turned to shield him with her body then dove for cover, pushing him half into a cubicle with her hip while she ripped off the covering of a drawer. The first swing of the panel batted the knife from the attacker’s front hand, and then she drove up blunt edge under the chin of the conveniently sized attacker.
She managed to stop the thrust in the last moment and ducked, using the boy’s body as cover against the second adversary who was pressing on with a small blaster. “Steady!” she hissed.
“You are... human!” the boy coached and clutched the edges of the board pressing against his neck.
“So are you.” She stated and adjusted the angle of the panel to get maximum cover and leverage to throw the boy into the other one.
“Unhand him.” His partner in crime lifted the blaster off his target and exaggerated flipping-on the safety.
She let the panel sink down “What’s wrong with you lads? Crèche closed early or what?”
“Nobody separates out Boba!” The intruder’s eyes met briefly like an inaudible communication was going on. “What are you doing here?”
“I LIVE here for the time being. We are sorting out our dinner. Whenever Boba has time to play with you later is outside my remit.” After all they were just kids, nevertheless their weapons looked real to her. Their wielders looked very similar, disturbingly so… twins? Or more ‘clones’ stuck in this nightmare?
The next question came threefold “Boba, you alright?”
The smaller boy scrambled out of the compartment, rubbing his head “Fierfek, what was that for?”
Keeping her eyes on the intruders Tomoe inched backwards, kicked the dropped knife into the far corner casually but kept the panel in reach while she parted strands of thick, unruly hair carefully where Boba’s head had connected with the furniture. “No blood. Better a bump on the head than head off.” She felt her pulse hammering in her fingertips. Did they even know what they were doing to her? It all seemed to be a game to those kids.
Boba brushed her hands off, glaring at the other boys. “Mereel, Prudii… where did you come from? Look at this. Dad will be furious.”
“Uhmmm…” Mereel wouldn’t pass Bob’ika their little secret in front of an adult individual who didn’t listen on the name Kal’buir. “We just dropped by… outside.”
Tomoe turned the panel in her hands, looking for fixtures “Eavesdropping can lead to misunderstandings” She stated in her most neutral voice. They had put off their murderous attempt, but fear and hatred was still coming in waves from the teens “So what are you afraid of?”
“He was backsliding, then missing from training completely.”
School was certainly an important part in the children’s life, but to her, this reaction was completely unreasonable. “Are you afraid that Boba failed and has to resit an exam? In that case you won’t support him by pushing your blaster into my face. It’s not my decision if he passes or not.”
“I realized that just in time…” Mereel’s face became oddly blank. “What is ‘resit’?”
“Repeat an examination you failed… repeat a class…?”
“It doesn’t work like that here.”
“I see… can you fill me in why Boba has to keep up on all costs with pupils that are about… twice his age?”
“He is not.”
“But?”
“We are about the same age. He’s just the tail of the class, while we are class winners. That’s why we are committed to help him.”
She could not grasp it and tried to start on simple facts. “How old are you?”
“Five. So is Boba.”
“You look more like ten to me, after you came in here gate crashing with the routine of grown-up conscripts - when you could have used the doorbell. Who is responsible for your upbringing?”
“We did not damage the door. And we hesitated,” he pushed his chin forwards defiantly. This person knew very little and he would keep it that way, “That’s why you are still alive.”
She took a deep breath. This was leading nowhere, she had to repair the damage and have dinner ready before the grown-up version of a Fett arrived and asked uncomfortable questions. She had an idea how the teens had managed to get in here, but wasn’t interested in sharing it with Fett.
“Alright, boys. As you can see, Boba is well and working on his school benefits. It’s up to Mr. Fett to judge his progress. He won’t be around for approximately one hour and I have work to do. I suggest you withdraw, tend to your own chores and ask your questions to him later. Mereel, I will store your knife to be picked up by your parent - tomorrow afternoon, after you slept over your behavior.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Prudii watched her eyes darken and tugged on Mereel’s sleeve. This was no dispensable lanky aiwha-bait but an individual to be reckoned with, armor or not. Time to show a little flexibility. Twenty-four hours were sufficient to convince Boba to trade in the knife or –in worst case- it was still better to confess a misinterpretation without consequences to Kal’buir than having messed up their leader’s flat for no reason and injured or killed a non-target civvy.
“Boba would you please accompany them to the front door and dispose of the blob?” She put a pot on the stove and filled it with a fair amount of sugar.

In the corridor surrounding the housing area, the two Nulls walked with Boba between them who carried the container with the green liquid.
“I swear, she sounds like that old aiwha-bait, Ko Sai! ‘Unwise’, ” Mereel falsettoed, “ ‘put it down’... We could not let her separate you out, Bob’ika, could we? I swear I would have sliced and diced Ko Sai for you.”
“Thanks, ner’vod. Don’t you worry, dad won’t let Ko Sai touch any of us... I’m not sure about Tomoe though.”
“Tomoe, it is? If we’ve made a mistake, we can go back and correct it.” Prudii offered politely.
“NO! She’s going to stand up for me any time, but you have no idea what dad’s going to do to Tomoe if he thinks she has hurt me.”
“It’s not showing, don’t worry, Bob’ika.” Mereel ruffled Boba’s hair with his good hand. “After all, I hit you all the time in training - while he’s looking.”
“Dikut.” Boba ran out into the rain and threw the container’s content over the edge of the platform “Good riddance.” He scathed and hurried back home.

In the kitchen, Boba passed the container to Tomoe and regarded the panel clamped in place by a pair of spoons.
“Don’t touch it yet.” Tomoe warned him. “The improvised glue takes quite long to harden.”
Boba was sure that his own room had been locked all the time. “What did you use?”
She took Mereel’s slim knife to pop a seashell of the glass and dice it before they could attach to another surface. “Cooked something up from caramelized sugar and starch. Should hold long enough to ‘grow grass’ over the incident.”
“I’d never have thought of that.”
“I guess that’s why your father wants you to learn more about the slightly imprecise art of cooking.... This is a good knife. I wish I could keep it, but it’s better if you store it as soon as we are done - whoever is going to pick it up tomorrow.”
Boba nodded. “Or dad’s going to jump to the wrong conclusions. He doesn’t trust you.”
“How about Mereel and Prudii’s parents? Are they approachable or will they brutalize their sons?” she stood to clean the knife thoroughly.
“That would be Kal Skirata... He is not their father but behaves like one. You can trust in his decision. He thinks they are special and they certainly are, even though I’ve heard others call them ‘deviant’.”
“I would like to meet this Mr. Skirata.... Cut the other like the first, please.” She passed Boba the knife on a wipe. “By now I believe pointing a weapon for introductions isn’t considered ‘deviant’ behaviour here.” She sighed “So what’s special about them? ...I take it, there are more than two?”
“Yes, many more. But just six like Prudii and Mereel. As he said. They are class winners. Quicker, stronger, perfect recall... and they have more freedoms than anybody else. They answer to nobody but Skirata.”
“Sounds amazing indeed. But where was their self-confidence a moment ago?”
“Everybody wants to cope with training. But something particularly ugly happened to them long ago, since that they have a problem with people calling them a failure or useless.” Boba wiped the knife clean and went to store it in his chamber.
He returned with his pad to do his exercises while Tomoe finished dinner preparations. “They are death serious about sorting. Point taken. What is all this training for?”
“They train to be good soldiers.”
“But they are ten... or... five year old kids.”
“They are members of a grand army. They are good at it already, as you’ve seen, but they are training for perfection on the job they were created for.”
“Who needs an army of kids?”
“I don’t know.” Boba shrugged in discomfort.
In Tomoe’s opinion, a society that sent their kids for defense wasn’t worth fighting for. “Who does the training?”
“My dad, Skirata, Vau... and some others.”
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Chapter 12 - A bounty hunter must always be ready to go anywhere and face any danger. (day 5)