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Chapter 13 - The bounty hunter is free of attachments.
Tomoe didn’t turn away from the counter as the first mentioned rounded the corner quietly. “Su’cuy, Dad.” – “Doing well?” – “Sure.” – “What’s for dinner?” Jango sneaked a peak at the bowl on the table and had a look at Tomoe’s hands before stepping closely behind her, frisking her briefly. Running his palm up her leg he snapped a narrow anklet around her heel. Flu or no flu, she had been looking too obedient. He always suspected hidden agendas when things were going too well.
“Sea shells in spicy marinade and fish in gihaal-behot-sauce.” Tomoe informed him “You can be proud of Boba, he pulled up enough fish for four and helped a lot. Dinner will be ready in 15 minutes.”
“A good catch should not be wasted. Four it is.” Jango felt her go rigid under his palm. So his mere touch still wound her up in seconds. “So easy to manipulate.” He murmured softly. His expression was tight as well as thoughtful. “I’ll be right back.” He turned to exit, but paused, a look of deadly calm on his tanned face.
His mind was restless when he strode down the corridor. He had given her no reason to love him. What if she chose or manipulated somebody else? He would never hand her the hidden knowledge, but the same way as he had felt drawn to her and made a snap decision, so could others. He had not forgotten the way she had caught Vau’s gaze yesterday. Now Boba and Tomoe had reached a level of communication which began to leave him out. ‘Disciplinary problems’, as the old gdan Skirata, had predicted. She needed to settle into her place and stop having secrets from him. A warning was due and Vau was just the one to do it. She would beg him to become his exclusive partner, soon.
Out of the corridor windows, the rapidly setting sun was blotted out by the storm clouds that had blown up darker, more intense. Lightning flashed far off in the distance already.

The surprise at the dinner-invitation did not show on Vau’s face as he ducked through the doorway of Fett’s flat, his bucket clutched under his arm. Tall and proud, he had a lean figure that emanated power and strength. For nearly five years he had lived alone in Tipoca City with Lord Mirdalan, worked hard and kept up his enigmatic, quiet and solo lifestyle. Never had anyone shared his personal space at his home and in return he was rarely invited. Whatever Fett had summoned him for, he would display his best manners.
“Good evening, Mr. Vau.” Fett’s veriduur bowed then approached to receive the intimidating black helmet with a clean cloth covering her hands. Vau turned on his charm “Nice to see you again, Miss Harada,” he said amiably and half expected that the helmet’s weight would surprise her enough to drop it, but the young arueti performed the age-old greeting into a warrior household with genuine ease. Maybe he had to adjust his evaluation?
Watching her place his helmet on a nearby shelf without leaving fingerprints on the matte black surface, he undid his boots. Boba welcomed him with unashamed curiosity. “Su’cuy, Boba”, Vau gave the boy a quick pat on the shoulder and arranged his long armored legs under the corner seat beside him. His half-lidded, half-tired look disguised his quick assessment of the interior modifications in Fett’s flat.
Jango noticed Tomoe had already set up the table in the corner of the room. Gihaal?! It smelled wonderful. He noted only three sets “You will eat with us, Cin’ciri.” She bowed again, rearranged the table for four persons and turned to serve. “Have at it.” Jango said with a slight smile of amusement on his face at the way she regarded him, both warily and also with curiosity.
When she sat down on the bench nearest to the kitchen, Vau spoke to her directly for a short moment “I have not had a decent meal in several days and I am truly starved.” his eyes seemed to bore into her very soul one instant. His gaze was met with unafraid interest. He elegantly melted back into the small talk as quickly while they ate, mostly about the housing, holozines, and other light topics. She certainly was a good listener.
Everything was fine with Tomoe as she enjoyed every scrumptious bite of her meal. For once it had such thing as taste. It made her realize how starved her senses had become within days in the non-descript surroundings. Once everybody was finished, she cleared the table silently, served caf to the adults and fruit juice to Boba. Afterwards she vanished to tidy-up the kitchen.
Jango leaned back in his chair comfortably. “I assumed that she could cook when I got her, but not that well.” He sighed contentedly and sipped his cup of caf. His scarred face showed no signs of tenseness or agitation over the impending conflict.
“Where did you find her?” There was something compelling about the young woman. Vau had watched her serving silently with a fluent elegance that evoked the feeling of home and being well cared for. At the same time it allowed her to slip his attention unless he concentrated specifically on her. Underneath all her sophisticated female elegance, she possessed the stealth of a magnificent lethal animal.
“She was sold in a slave-auction... Couldn’t have her thrown to the dire-cats, could I?” Jango emphasized his generosity.
“I’ve heard you have no problems to do so when it comes to your enemy.” Intriguing. Two days and Fett had his slave acting like a mindful, compliant servant who anticipated his every wish without tedious groveling. “She must be deeply grateful,” he mused to cover up the silent correction of his observation: She was anticipating his and Boba’s every wish while handling her master with serviceable routine and emotionless patience.
“She is... within certain limits.” Jango harrumphed and allowed Vau another change of topic.

Tomoe had hoped that Vau would be gone when she was finished in the kitchen, but the two men had opened up a bottle of an alcoholic beverage of sorts. Vau made her feel uneasy and she doubted that Fett would make her day by dozing off on a glass or two, so she simply moved on to tuck in Boba.
Not missing Fett’s scrutiny, she sat on the edge of Boba’s bed to tell his bedtime story “Do you remember who took the reign after the withdrawal from He-who-invites?”
“Sure.” Boba yawned “The gods of sun, moon and sea.”
“The Sun Goddess is the most well-known deity of my home world’s mythology. Her feuding with her uncontrollable brother, the god of the storms and the sea however, is equally infamous and appears in several tales.
The Storm God had a fierce temper and was given to cruel acts. Moreover he made a practice of continually weeping and wailing. So he brought many of the people of the land to an untimely end. Again and again he caused green mountains to become withered.
The father, He-who-invites, tired of the storm god's repeated complaints, banished him: "You are exceedingly wicked and it is not appropriate that you should rule the world. Certainly you must leave far away to the Lands Below."
The Storm God grudgingly acquiesced, but had to attend to some unfinished business first:
"I will now obey your instructions and proceed to the Nether Land. Therefore I wish for a short time to go to the Plain of High Heaven and meet with my elder sister, after which I will go away forever."
Permission was granted him by his father and after this decision, He-who-invites, his task having been accomplished and his power great, ascended over the void and made report of his mission. There he dwelt in the smaller palace beyond the void where he lived forever in silence and concealment.
Now at first when the storm good went up to Heaven, by reason of the fierceness of his divine nature there was a commotion in the sea, and the hills and mountains groaned aloud. The Sun Goddess, knowing the violence and wickedness of this deity, was startled and changed countenance when she heard the manner of his coming. She said to herself, "Is my younger brother coming with good intentions? I think it must be his purpose to rob me of my kingdom. By the charge which our parents gave to their children, each of us has his own allotted limits. Why, therefore, does he reject the kingdom to which he should proceed, and make bold to come spying here?"
So she bound up her hair into knots and tied up her skirts into the form of trousers. Then she took a string of five hundred jewels, which she entwined around her hair and wrists. Moreover, on her back she slung a thousand arrow quiver. On her lower arm she drew a dread loud-sounding elbow-pad. Brandishing her bow end upwards, she firmly grasped her sword-hilt and stamping on the hard earth of the courtyard, sank her thighs into it as if it had been foam-snow, and kicked it in all directions. Having thus put forth her dread manly valor she uttered a mighty cry of defiance, and questioned him in a straightforward manner.
The Storm God answered and said, "From the beginning my heart has not been black. But as in obedience to the stern behest of our parent, I am about to proceed forever to the Land Below. How could I bear to depart without having seen face to face thee my elder sister? It is for this reason that I have traversed on foot the clouds and mists and have come here from afar. I am surprised that my elder sister should, on the contrary, put on so stern a countenance
  Then the Sun Goddess again asked him, saying, "If this be so, how will you make evident the redness of your heart?"
  He answered and said, "Let us, I pray you, make an oath together. While bound by this oath, we shall surely produce children.” He proposed a bargain to avoid his father’s decision “If the children which I produce are females, then it may be taken that I have an impure heart. But if the children are males, then it must be considered that my heart is pure."
  Upon the Sun Goddess asked for the Storm god’s ten-span sword, which she broke into three pieces, and rinsed in the true-well of Heaven. Then chewing them with a crunching noise, she blew them away, and from the true-mist of her breath three divine daughters, the princesses Sunrise, Sunset and Noon-Reflection were born.
  After this the Storm God begged for the string of jewels which was entwined in her hair and round her wrists, and rinsed it in the true well of Heaven. Then chewing it with a crunching noise, he blew it away, and from the true-mist of his breath there were Gods produced. They were called Swiftness, Rain, Wave, Lightning and Thunder - in all five princes.

Then the Sun Goddess said, "Their seed was in the beginning the necklace jewels which belonged to me. Therefore these five male Deities are all my children." So she took the princes and brought them up. Moreover she said, "The ten-span sword belonged to you, Storm God. Therefore these three female deities are all your children." So she delivered them to the Storm god and bid him farewell.
Both gods declared themselves to be victorious, but the Sun Goddess insistence in her claim drove the Storm God to violent campaigns that wreaked havoc in the fields and the palace which reached their climax when he hurled one of the Sun Goddess’ sacred mounts through the roof her weaving hall, causing the death of one of her attendants.
Started with alarm, the Sun Goddess wounded herself with the shuttle, causing impurities to the divine fabric of life. Indignant at this, she straightway entered the Rock-cave of Heaven, and having fastened the Rock-door, dwelt there in seclusion. Therefore constant darkness prevailed on all sides and the alternation of night and day was unknown.
As a result, the world was consumed with darkness. Without her, everything began to wither and die. Eight million deities gathered in front of her cave and devised a way to lure her out. They all sat around the cave, set up a mirror in a tree across from the entrance, brought offerings and made long-singing birds of the Eternal Land utter their prolonged cry to one another.
Without success.
Finally, the voluptuous Goddess of Merriment turned over a wash-tub and began a sensual dance, tapping the beat on the tub. All of the gods made a great noise of yelling and cheering and laughing. The Sun Goddess peeked out to see what the noise was about. She asked the nearest god what was going on and he replied that there was a new goddess. When the Sun Goddess asked where she was, he pointed to the mirror.
The Sun Goddess had never seen herself and when she caught her reflection, she stared at the radiance of her own form. She was so surprised she said omo-shiroi which means both "white face," which the goddess had, and "fascinating".
Then the God of Strength quickly took the Sun Goddess by the hand and led her out. Once she was out of the way, two more deities at drew a limit by means of a bottom-tied rope and begged her not to return again into the cave.
Once the Sun Goddess returned to the Celestial Plain, all life began to grow again and become strong in her light. Once back, she made sure that she was ready for her brother's harsh actions again by having a bow and quiver at her side.
After this all the gods put the blame on the Storm God, and imposed on him a fine of one thousand offerings and so at length chastised him. They also had his hair and nails plucked out and by this made him expiate his guilt. When this was done, they at last banished him downwards.

“Come here.” Jango motioned her once he saw Tomoe leaving Boba’s room, “Sit with us,” he invited, putting off his rigid tone for the time being. Filled with good food and her body comfortably warm from a cup of shig Tomoe took the free seat on the bench beside Vau. “What was tonight’s bedtime story about?” Jango inquired.
“I told Boba the tale about the sun goddess’ infamous feuding with her uncontrollable brother, god of the sea and the storm.”
“Sounds interesting. Who won?”
Tomoe briefly considered Vau’s question “Nobody, I believe, since they lost the benefit of their complement powers.”
“That was to be expected.” Their guest took a sip of tihaar and put his glass down. Attentively she picked up the bottle and offered refill but Vau refused, “I still have work to do. It’s going to be a very long night for me and...” he placed his hand over hers. “...I need to keep my wits about me.”
Jango saw their little exchange which fuelled his suspicions. When she stood to refill his glass as well, he dug his fingers into her forearm “I will not have you enveloped in any plans and schemes,” he told her softly, then addressed his guest with an almost dark amused tone. “I see she has caught your eye, too, so...”
Tomoe began to feel alarmingly like she was a side of meat thrown into a hungry lion’s cage. Somehow Fett keeping his total composure scared her more than had he smacked her across the face.
“...you can have her for a night, Walon.” Jango jovially lobbed a detonator into what had felt like a civilized evening a moment ago.
Vau crocked an eyebrow at this highly irregular proposal, his hand sidling down to rest on his sidearm for a moment. ‘So you finally get to the core of the matter, Fett,’ he thought and watched the female’s rapid change of expressions from dumfounded to stunned to seething angry, like a man mildly interested by a holovid. If looks could kill, Jango would have dropped dead at her glare. Instead Fett lived and smiled smugly. ‘Enjoying yourself while poking my cruel side, are you?’ Two could play this game, but after being left in the dark all evening, Vau felt somewhat ...used? For the moment he knew one thing for certain: ‘Shove it Fett, I’m tired.’
A soft chuckle came from the larger man’s throat but it was neither mean nor insulting. He knew how to keep Jango on his toes. “Oh, you really like him don’t you?” Vau addressed Tomoe casually, almost soothingly, “Easy, you are not my type anyway. I like your cooking and you are very pretty, but you and I, we would not be compatible in bed. I like a woman who stands at least one head higher than you and with more meat on her bones.”
She swapped her attention on the harsh lines of the large man’s face but could not tell whether he was joking with her or not. His green-rimmed golden eyes revealed nothing. “Now,” he said switching subjects easily to save the evening “I will call it a night. Mird’s waiting for me.” He stood, causing Tomoe to jump and gather his helmet and boots for him to leave.
“Not quite.” Fett’s gravelly voice seemed to lower the room temperature to the freezing point. “I know your acting can be very good when you want.” He said dryly and then motioned his slave to follow his guest. Kneeling beside Vau to tie his boots, she stared back at him in disbelief. Fett looked more terrifying this night than she had ever seen him, perhaps because his eyes were as dead and unemotional as the dark sky. ‘Realize I am the one at whose feet you should kneel, Cin’ciri. Just ask for my forgiveness and protection and I will grant it.’ His lips still held the ghost of a smile.
„Thank you, but I must decline,” Vau glanced discreetly at the terrified woman by his feet. It would obviously do him no good to take the leavings of someone else’s rape. He forced a smile “You really are too generous.” He said with a slight gentlemanly tilt of his head and moved on.
“Skip the polite self-effacement, Vau. Do as I order you. Make sure this problem doesn’t surface again for us.” Fett said in deadpan seriousness while raising an eyebrow. ‘When Old Psycho is through with you, Cin’ciri, you’ll never do so much as looking at the opposite sex again.’
Vau knew that nothing he said to Fett would get him a pass, therefore he advanced, “It’s an ugly business, doing one’s duty,” his gaze locked on Fett’s “But just occasionally, it is a real pleasure.” He grinned, showing strong white teeth as he eyed the female at his feet with a barely concealed hunger, giving Fett just the display he had requested.
Tomoe looked up into his coldly handsome face, which she could have found attractive under different circumstances. ‘I trusted you were on a diet?’ She could not show any weakness to him. Those Mandalorians were always so good at exploiting any. She pushed dread and nausea down and contained it with the single letter that had become her charm, to become one with the black void that Fett had ripped into her soul. From this point of view it certainly made no difference.
She had been so light hearted this evening, but when she rose to her feet now, Jango could not see through her marble impression. He went into detail to ripple the blackness of her eyes’ dark pools. “You told me that contraception won’t be an issue?” he approached and used a fingertip to tilt the empty mask of her face up to him. Had she been truthful the day before? She turned her head away harshly, so he addressed Vau but spelled it out for her ears...“Use her backdoor anyway. As often as you want. Return her in the morning at five hundred, before Fall-In.” Even then she wouldn’t even look at him for help. Fett also knew that he would lose ground if he hurt her too badly… but the choice was no longer his. “Make it a bit rough if she doesn’t co-operate. But no slotting, no disintegrations, no accidents.”
Vau’s eyes lidded a moment as he slipped deep into thought. “Come along, Tomoe. My quarters.” Without waiting for a reply, the dark sentinel turned on his heel and started striding briskly in the direction of the corridor where his quarters were located. ‘Damn you Fett!’ Now he not only had a female underfoot that was disturbing his privacy but worse, one who seemed to spark an interest in him, in areas of his heart and soul he thought long ago stone dead, and buried behind layers of walls. Was it the way she had unconsciously sought out solace, protection and even strength from him the other day? Deep in his soul he felt that he cared, wanted her to grow strong enough to survive. But once he honed her edge he knew, it would not be in their leaders favor.
Once the leader of the Cuy’val Dar was alone with his thoughts, he turned his back on the door and watched the rain beating on the transparisteel windows with a sudden ferocity, trying to drain his own tension. Jango closed his eyes, but that lead only to envisaging the scene he knew would take place. He cursed himself out privately in his mind.
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Chapter 13 - The bounty hunter is free of attachments.