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Overhaul	By : WhisperedWishes Category: Star Wars (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 1186 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He didn't know how long he spent in and out of consciousness but he noticed he was no longer in the tank and his ribs only ached. He opened his eyes, quickly closing them as bright light flooded them, nearly blinding him.
He groaned, trying to turn away from it but could only squeeze his eyes closed and turn his head a fraction of an inch.
"Sorry, a little too bright still, I see. Let me get the curtains." And suddenly the room was engulfed in shadows and he sighed, blinking slowly to get rid of the spots in his vision.
"How long?" His voice cracked, throat far to dry for his liking.
The old man...Terrac held a glass of liquid to his lips and he drunk greedily, still far too weak to move normally.
"Its been a week. You've recovered in a mind-boggling short time. Just who are you son?"
Boba snorted, "Who are you?"
Terrac chuckled, "Still distrustful, huh? Even after I saved your life?"
It aggravated him but the old man had a point. Why would he save him just to kill him? It didn't make sense. But he had only one real question for him.
Boba leveled emotionless eyes at him, causing the man to still and his eyes widened in slight fear, before they narrowed, hardening and his hand moved to his belt, pulling a blaster free before setting it down next to him on the bed.
"I know this game, son. It's common enough for Mandalorians to size each other up. I don't want to shoot you and undo all my hard work but I will protect myself if needs be."
Boba nodded with a note of admiration. The old man wasn't a push-over.
Good.
"You said your clan name was Vessrah?"
Terrac nodded, "Yes. We were allied with clan Vizla at one time."
"What's so important about that?"
He smiled, "We helped them with designing a weapon that we ended up calling the Darksaber. It was supposed to be a weapon to unite all the clans together under a common flag. We were the ones to create the blueprint and clan Vizla were the ones to forge it. Both clans each knew one step, but as my grandfather was the one to draft the first blueprint, he in particular knew both steps. He never planned on the damn sword becoming a source of so many problems. So many people fought over that damn thing that it tore our planet apart."
That...was not the news he expected.
He pushed, "So why exactly do the imps want your clan? The sword's already made."
Terrac frowned and leaned forward. "We still have the blueprint. That blueprint could be used to make more darksabers. In the hands of the imperials?"
Boba's stomach twisted. If the imps got a hold of that blueprint and made more...it would give them the power to take control of the galaxy again. Shit.
"So they are still trying to find this blueprint?"
"Yes, but they will never find it. They don't know where to look."
He motioned to the water, feeling his throat itch from too much talking. The old man lifted the glass up, allowing Boba to gulp more of it down before continuing.
"And where is it?"
Terrac hesitated for a moment before lowering his voice. "Last I knew, it had been stored inside a small beskar model."
That made him shift uncomfortably. He had a sinking feeling that he knew exactly what type of model the old man was talking about and it made his gut twist uneasily. Cenry still didn't know he was still alive. He would deal with that when the time came. She would be angry as all hell at him, but this was important too.
"A model of a-"
"Modified Firespray-31 right?"
His memory drifted back to that day, how her face had lit up in childish glee, as she held the small model up to him. Pulling a chuckle from him as he plucked it from her hand.
It was a small model of the Slave-1, cast in metal.
"That's the one I told you about. The one my gramps had? I spent the whole time the parts were manufacturing looking for it. I figured you want to see it."
"Its surprisingly detailed. Think the material's Beskar, what do you think, kid?"
He handed it to Mando who studied it even closer.
"It is Beskar. You said your grandfather gave you this?"
"Yep. Him and Nan raised me. I always wondered what the metal was. He wouldn't tell me."
The old man was stunned, "Yes, how do you know that?"
He groaned, a shaky hand coming up to drag over his face. This just made things far more dangerous, not just for himself but for Cenry too. This meant that Cenry could possibly be Mandalorian and high on the imps hit list. And with her knowledge of tech...
"Fuck. I might know where it is."
Terrac jumped up in surprise, "What? Really? Where?"
Boba shook his head, "First your word...your oath that no harm will come from this to me and mine."
The old man held a hand over his heart, "You have my word, my oath as Terrac of Clan Vessrah, that no harm will come to you and yours. Or my life will be forfeit."
He nodded, pleased by the oath. "I, Boba Fett, son of Jango Fett see your oath and will hold you to it. There's a reason I'm one of the best bounty hunters alive, old man. Don't force me to show you firsthand."
Terrac grimly bowed, before sitting back down and leaning close.
Boba took a shaky breath, relieved at how much easier it was to breath.
"This is going to be a bit of a shock, old man but my..." His mind stilled at the word he was about to utter and he smiled softly, surprised at how the word felt so natural to say when using it for her. He only hoped that when they did see each other again that she would forgive him.
'You are mine, Cenry Vessrah. I, Boba Fett, accept you as my wife.'
"My wife has it."
/ - / - / - /
The figure standing just outside the door had held their breath before releasing it slowly, greatly pleased by the words the recorder had just caught.
'So, his wife has the blueprint.'
They smiled with devilish glee...Looks like they were going to have to pay this Cenry Vessrah a visit.
Finally, the Empire would have the Darksaber blueprint and her master? Her master would greatly reward her for her efforts, not only for handing Terrac and the blueprint over...but handing him Boba Fett too?
She would rise in rank and never be looked down upon as a failure ever again.
"Long live the Empire."
/ - / - / - /
Cenry was pouring over new blueprints, throwing her self into her work. Her hand every now and then drifted down to rub small circles over her abdomen.
'Soon, little one. Soon, we'll be pouring over these blueprints together.'
"Hey Cen, where do you want this box?"
She turned, and noticed the yellow markings on the box that Din held.
"Kitchen. All yellow is for Kitchen. Red for living room. Green for shop."
"What about purple?" Fennec added.
"Bedroom."
She looked around her and smiled. 'Do what ever you want. Live, Cenry.'
When she had saw the large house outside the city limits, she knew it was perfect. It was still being renovated but it already had a landing pad where the Slave-1 currently sat. And the funds Boba left her were currently going towards building a large workshop for her tech. She would have plenty of room to raise the baby comfortably and peacefully.
Din and Fennec were also seeing to putting defenses into place to further protect her and the little one while they were gone. Both of them had pushed for it not taking no for an answer and she had relented.
Fennec and her had become close knit friends through their shared pain and she had fast become a source of strength and womanly advice for her. She surprisingly had a wealth of knowledge on pregnancy and had been helpful with her morning sickness thus far.
And Din...he had unofficially accepted her as his sister, vowing to protect her and her infant with his life if need be. Even to be the child's teacher when the time came.
"The baby is of Mandalorian blood and must know their heritage. This is the way."
'This is the way.' Apparently that was his answer for everything.
She grinned when she remembered their first talk about Mando culture. Cenry had thrown him for a loop when she asked him what Boba had meant.
/ - / - / - /
Din was frozen to the spot, "W-what?"
She looked him square in the eye, "What does Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum mean? That was the last thing Boba said in his recording. Its Mandalorian, right?"
He scratched the back of his neck nervously and she rolled her eyes.
"Oh goddess Din. The man married me through a recording and you can't even tell me what that means?"
He shifted from foot to foot before he spoke, "It...it means, "I will know you forever.""
"Really?"
"Cenry, its another way Mandalorians confess their love for one another."
That struck her, fresh tears filling her eyes. "Din, are you telling me that his last words were that he loved me?"
"Yes."
"Well, then its a good thing I agreed to being his wife, huh? Because I loved him too."
Din laughed then, "Yeah I guess so."
/ - / - / - /
Finding out that he had loved her had been the last push she needed and yes it still hurt but time wasn't going to stop for her to grieve and she had to get this house and the workshop in working order before the baby got here. Which is why she was pouring over her blueprints.
She was going to make more mites and a bigger mite for work around the yard and protection when she went into the city for supplies. Bit of course was ecstatic. He hadn't stopped exploring the property since they started moving things in. Chirping and whistling echoed in the yard around her and she giggled at his excitement.
A throat cleared behind her and she smiled. "Yes, Fennec?"
"Hey, I got something to show you. Follow me."
She grinned, following the older woman into the house and jolted when fabric dropped over her eyes.
"Hey, what is going on? Din? Fen?"
"Its a surprise. Gods."
They carefully shuffled her up the stairs and stopped. She cocked her head at the swish of a door opening.
Din's voice wavered with excitement as he pulled at the blindfold. "We had to do something for the baby, of course."
And when her eyes were free, they scanned the room getting increasingly blurry from the tears that were rapidly filling them.
Mando swore, "Cen, I'm sorry."
"Its perfect."
They had both turned the small room next to the Master bedroom into a nursery. The ceiling was painted to look like the starry sky. The cot was crescent moon shaped and a little plush ship hung above the tiny bed. Another cot, much taller stood against the wall near the crib. And against the other wall on the opposite side, stood a lone table with candles, in the center sat Boba's helm and next to it was the small beskar figurine of the Slave-1. She smiled softly.
Cenry studied the walls more closely and noticed that there was writing scrawled across the walls but she couldn't make it out.
"Is that writing, Mando'a?"
"Yes. On that wall on the left side of the cot is Verd ori'shya beskar'gam - a warrior is more than his armor. And on the right is Aliit ori'shya tal'din - Family is more than blood."
"And on that wall over there, above Fett's helmet is, Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum - 'I'm still alive, but you are dead. I remember you, so you are eternal.' followed by his Boba's name and his father's name and also your grandparents names. It is a memorial to those who came before."
"What's that last one there?
He slipped his helm off and smiled gently at her. "That last one is one I created myself, ad'ika be aliit Fett."
She looked at him confused until he chuckled.
"'Child of Clan Fett.'"
She sniffled, hot tears trailing down her chin. Cenry traced a finger over the dent in the helmet. "It's perfect. He wouldn't have shown it but I think he would've liked this."
Her hand fell back down to her stomach and laughed then, a happy sound despite her tears.
'Child of clan Fett.'
They would never forget him.
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