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Offshore Job	By : dschinny Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 3310 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1.4 – Boba’s fairytale (Afternoon day 26)
“Yeah, maaan... you’ll never gain experience like that. Just go back to your flash instructions and bolt down some more lessons, RC-something.” Boba wrinkled his nose and wiped the screen of his datapad before the shiny boy could find out where he was stuck in his own curriculum. Vau’s company was so damn uptight about being first. In his experience, lessons didn’t run away, no sir, they were like shit on his heel.
“Nobody cared to give you a name yet? Gotta help you... Moron-one,” Boba got up, strolled past the first and pulled the foot of the second boy in the next bed “Stop kidding. I know you are awake,” he bent over and poked the prone form, “Moron-two.”
“Boss,” the squad-leader swung his legs out of the bed and dropped his cast heavily on the annoying youngster’s shoulder, feeling a little queasy by the sudden movement. But it would be sufficient to fend off the little brat.
“Sev,” Delta’s sniper pocked back, keeping a low profile since he dragged his leg.
“Boba” the little one avoided Sev nimbly, rested his hands on his hips and puffed his chest, “nice to meet you.” he grinned at the reaction he had finally coaxed out of his boring big brothers.
“Can’t you go and annoy somebody else?” Boss decided it was better to berate the real Boss’ son than to smack him one for real and call serious trouble down on them.
“No, in fact I can’t. I’m here to back-up my m.o.t.h.e.r.” Boba spelled it out to Delta slowly since a third RC fought to raise himself up and support his arm and broken collarbone against his chest, glaring at the guy with a similar problem on the other side of the room. He would figure how to sit first! But he didn’t get to prove it because the kid spoilt even this little triumph by pushing a cushion in place with a dutiful nod “And who are you?” – “RC...” the boy hissed between clenched teeth. – “Moron-Three.” Boba concluded – “SCORCH.” Ouch. Yelling wasn’t good for his ribs entirely.
“Your mother?” Finding himself in the middle of the squad’s tightening fist, Sev rolled around until he was stopped by the thickly padded bandage of a stab wound on his hip. Nobody in Tipoca City had a mother. They weren’t randomly conceived beings without set purpose in life, they were clones made from enhanced supreme genetic material enhanced to be trained to be the perfect soldier. On the other hand, this particular brother behaved quite random... for a clone.
“Yes, some lads got themselves a real mom. I can tell it’s not that difficult, but not a task for morons for course.” Boba boosted “You wanna hear the story..? Then sit tight.”
Both squads instantly knew they wouldn’t be extracted in time. “Go ahead.” Boss grumbled. He knew every section in the manual by heart that the brat could probably screw with in his fishy tale. Once proven guilty, the boss’ son would shut up faster than he could smack him one.
“Once upon a time there was a young prince.”
“What’s a prince?” came from several directions.
“Somebody special.” Boba made a palms-down gesture that meant wait-and-see. “He was smaller than his many, many brothers, but he was the first when it came to exploring new grounds. He was so small and so curious, that he managed to sneak away unnoticed one night. Wandering out into the sunset, he saw rich gardens, funny houses from paper, wood and straw, ponds full of colorful fishes, defended only by meager fences. He even interrogated a local to complete his recce in the foreign country, and was about to retreat safely, as the best hunter of the galaxy caught up with him, his blaster drawn.”
There wasn’t so much as a sharp gasp of the two squads. They simply realized that big hunter meant small explorer in big poodoo. Plain fact. He certainly deserved it, too. Bad things happened to people who didn’t stick to orders. This was getting old.
Boba gave the round a croaked grin. Brutal punishment was for morons who had training sergeants. His mom and dad would never respond to a challenge like that. “’You’re no good to me dead.’ Grumbled the hunter, who happened to be his father. No, he really wasn’t fond of his son’s detour and decided to get him a new guardian because the prince was brighter than any droid or coded lock.”
‘This one got away that easily? How ridicules!’ Scorch wrinkled his forehead. He was good at making shrapnel in simulations. Few doors would withstand him when he teamed up with Fixer. But getting caught was a really bad idea, he knew that from sight.
“Now that was a hard pick! The father considered a black furry beast with huge paws first and then a blue guy with twitching headtails to watch the prince in future, but when the prince asked nicely, his father picked the smallest human female he could find, so his son wouldn’t be afraid of the new sentry. It was a practical decision, too, because once bathed, she smelled a lot better than a Wookie.” Boba told them under hand and wrinkled his nose.
‘Ask nicely?!’ Boss couldn’t remember that he had ever even tried such a feat. You were either given things you needed by your sergeant or you took them from the enemy with what Vau referred as ‘persuasion’.
“What the father didn’t know was that the small woman was an explorer herself, running off with the prince at the first opportunity for an even longer detour. At first, the prince was a little scared of the sudden change of course and he was missing his father badly, but then he decided she was good enough an explorer and a huntress to become his mom, so he let her adopt him.
Under deep cover they travelled long over land and sea and marshes together, when the biggest, blackest, furriest beast the prince had ever seen rose up from the depths without a sound. The prince grabbed the punt pole to smack it back down and defend his family, but his mom wasted no time to leave her weapons behind bravely to meet the animal in the muddy water bare handed. Diving with the beast like no other, it turned out to be an old friend of hers. Who would have guessed that?! They hunted together and the prince learned how to chase the birds on the sky and to share his prey fairly with their overgrown retriever.”
“How big was it?” Scorch tried to pinpoint some marks of reality.
“About three times Lord Mirdalan! - without tail, of course.” Boba boasted “It turned out that the real monster was...” Boba flapped the book open at an illustration of the sea-monster. “This one...” He showed a page around for proof which displayed a toothy fat being with too many tentacles.
“Looks quite like our wildlife at home.” One of Priest’s RC demurred as Boba went over on his side to draw them into their circle as well.
“Yeah, but this one had a special trick to get to fresh meat. It could disguise as a human.” Boba stated and continued his tale sitting on the foot of Scorch’s bed with the book on his knees. “But even in its disguise as a human it was so ugly, that the mother didn’t want the prince to see it at all for his own good. But again, the boy wasn’t afraid of anything. At night when his mom thought he was sleeping, he hid inside the next room with his slug thrower and had a closer look just when the sea-monster was about to grab and devour his mom, shredding her clothing while drooling into her collar...”
Sev shrugged to keep his imagination from going rampant with memories of Lord Mirdalan breathing down his neck. The clean knife wound on his hip burned badly enough, but he could imagine being eaten alive felt a thousand times worse than this single stab. Even Sergeant Vau described bites as demoralizing, which was just another euphuism for sure. Sev didn’t want to be shredded and eaten by a monster, human disguise or not, he desperately wanted his armor back. Now!

Meanwhile, Tomoe had found a pile of armor in a big box in the corner of the next room, stained with bacta and blood. The smell alone made her sick, so it wasn’t the thing she could bring into the room with several boys fighting against vomiting anyway. Maybe, if she could book a shower room on the roster, she could pre-clean that a little and try to find them at least their helmets in the heap. She gave the box a tentative pull. It scraped the floor a few centimeters and made her feel like an infant playing in grandpa’s store. Why was everything so big and heavy and impractical here? ‘Okay, I need a fresher-booking and an antigrav-slide.’ She thought and ambled over to the console she had seen Gilamar use.
The screen flickered to live and now she felt totally lost with all the text and symbols coming on the screen. Before she could touch another thing, there was a something at the door that made her stomach lurch. One hand on the saber, she jumped to her feet again and took two steps to the door just as it slid open to reveal a burly Mando’ad in red armor ready to charge. Aggression was coming from him in waves, but something had stopped him dead in his tracks.
She followed the direction in which the dark, T-shape visor embedded in grey alloy was looking... Vau had a way of doing that – stopping people from doing stupid things. “Good afternoon, Dred – Walon.” she bowed politely, but neither the red nor the black helmet turned on her. With the display possibilities inside, that didn’t mean anything and she had no clue what sort of conversation was conducted over the helmet com.
Tomoe approached silently to stand at the frontline where it split the doorway and made herself pretty wide considering the two others literally dwarfed her. She had no interest to stand in as a linesman and watch them get into it. She was the medic here now and she wouldn’t allow brawling on her station. “I have addressed the matter already, don’t you make a bad example to the kids now.” She voiced her concern and looked from one to the other. It kept her eyes from the doorframe she had already made intimate contact with for once.
Priest continued to looked at Vau for another beat, then down at the aruetii, “What did ya do?” he chuckled good naturedly.
“I suggested that their sergeants didn’t want to see them until they made up their mind.”
“What?!” Dred was surprised by the idea but then proposed cheerfully: “You gonna fight me about that?” A ‘yes’ would certainly make his day: getting both of them in the ring at one throw. He had ridden Vau for a long time now to mellow his disciplined attitude and the little aruetii would make a nice dessert – light and quick after the hard fight Vau promised to become in the battle circle.
Tomoe looked up at Walon questionably. Her tall black shadow was usually good support of those who saw reason.
But in Vau’s opinion, the girl had to learn that he wouldn’t cover her back in every mess she got herself into. If Fett’s veriduur wanted to fulfill public duties, she had to learn about the limits of everybody’s patience as well. Those where clearly breached when it came to his access to his commandos. “What he said,” the speaker-alternated baritone resonated mercilessly.
So Vau was playing his game of intimidation again. “You know that I won’t be afraid of death if I ever have to fight you, Walon,” she reminded him gently, stepped between the fronts and turned her back on him squarely. There was plenty of space between the two tall men for her to move quite freely. “C’mon, Dred, let’s give it a go.” Tomoe invited then lunged at him like a cat and grabbed the dome of the red helmet in both of her hands.
His balance by no means broken, Priest instinctively stiffened his bull’s neck in the expectation of a solid head-butt. He grappled for the wildcat in his face and landed a vicious right hook on the flank of her chest armor... as something brushed his visor as gentle as a bird’s wing.
Just when he remembered the girl was empty handed, that she wasn’t even wearing a helmet and would just crack her own forehead on his buy’ce, her soles pushed already away from his utility belt and thigh-plate. Her strong leg muscles broke his one-handed lock before he could literally shake her out of her armor and she jumped in a long lunge-roll back into the med-bay. She left something red planted on his visor, just between his eyes.
“I herewith declare you winner, Dred Priest.” Her ponytail still flying, Tomoe pulled out her comlink “Now where’s Isabet’s number...?” she pondered, stood and looked up at Dred who was still coming at her “I suggest you go for a polish right now – before you meet anybody else.” she winked with a sweet smile and raised her well manicured thumb over the comlink’s connect button.
Not trusting her cattish grin, Dred decided to keep a safe distance of at least six meters and have a look at his helmet first. “Damn lipstick.” He grumbled and wiped his gloved thumb over the bright red kiss mark decorating his visor. The stuff was sticker than any blood and gore. ‘Ugh.’ Isabet wouldn’t be happy about endeavors in any other direction... where was the fun if the girl rolled over at the first harsh look, or better jumped him like an exotic twilek-dancer the pole? Isabet would think he wasn’t up to a real challenge! ... and Fett? Once Tom’ika pushed their little ‘discussion’ out of the professional frame, he preferred not to think about that.
“You were asking for it.” Vau commented dryly from behind Dred, arms loosely clasped in front of him in a ‘don’t bother me’-gesture.
Dred shrugged, turned his helmet so the visor was hidden in the crook of his arm and leered down at the aruetii. He couldn’t leave without having had the last word, no sir. “Feel free to bring your lady friends, darling, then we can do some serious polishing together,” he proposed boldly before he stalked off.
Once he was gone, Tomoe shook her head “Dream on.” She took Vau by the arm to lead him aside like the civilized gentleman he was - hopefully. She expanded her ribcage carefully for several long breaths before she had a look at the fresh set of scratches Dred’s beskar-gauntlet had etched into her lacquered black chest plate. At least, the bulky thing had been good for something.
“Walon?” She suddenly went into no-nonsense-mode. The tall man inclined his head “Yes, grease monkey?” he inquired lightly. “Mereel. Who was it?” she stared up at him, “Who took the leash to an already wounded kid? Ward?”
“I did.” There was no emotion seeping into his voice now.
“Why? How could you do that, Walon? AGAIN?!” While he stood as immovable as a mountain, her every move made clear that she wouldn’t let him enter the medbay anymore than Priest.
“Why shouldn’t I?” Vau challenged her “Because you thought so highly of me? Wake up, Tomoe. I do what I do best here. Nobody will stop me when I do what I have to do.” He watched her stare up at him like a nerf in the headlights. Oh yes, she just waited for him to complete the statement which she would find unbearable. “Because for once - I care.”
Now she would run away like all the others in sheer disgust at him and her own naiveté that had allowed the Irmenu upper-class attitude, courtesy of his brutal father, to wrap her in and blindfold her to the harsh reality that lay beyond that hollow facade. It would be a bitter lesson for them both, but one better learned sooner than later. His only friend was Mird and his loyalty belonged to Manda’lor.
But then this stubborn small woman who had seen death and lived surprised him again. She didn’t turn away. She planted her palms on his matte black chest plate and stood up to him. “I won’t let you,” she stated plainly, her soles pushing into the ground as he shifted his weight. “There is such a thing as too much and I’m going to stop you.”
“Not your choice,” his voice hissed in her ear, all reasonable ice cutting through the speaker.
“But your’s, Walon, it’s your choice!” she begged him to see reason of another sort.
So convinced that he was eager to senselessly punish his boys once more... The fact was, he just couldn’t allow brawling between companies. Properly dosed brutality would avoid a lot more violence. No, he shouldn’t be disappointed that she threw a scene on a public corridor. After all, he had honed his own act to perfection over years of living in this illusion. ‘Valour, have you?’ he thought, ‘But can you think as well, to make the most of it?’ He would push her limits once more... and his.
“So you suggested that their own sergeants didn’t want to see them?” Walon repeated. Tomoe nodded slowly, her bare feet slipping on the carpet. “You are more wicked than I am, Tomoe, and your tongue is sharper than my grappling rope. I’ll stay away for you to see what happens next – and wait for your invitation,” his baritone hosed her with icy sarcasm.
“Thanks.” She lifted her hands and suddenly felt like she would fall over any second. A moment ago, she had been sure that she was doing the right thing. But now? She honestly had no clue and responsibility dropped on her with a weight far heavier than Vau.

Vau turned on his heel and she just had to see the kids again she had just saved – hadn’t she? When she returned to the wake-up room, everything looked peaceful and it seemed that Boba was telling a circle formed of the better part of the two squads a story, but once she listened in, she barely trust her ears...
“The mere sigil of the great hunter on her back was enough to make the sea-monster lose its taste and his mom regain her footing. And then the prince jumped in and kept the monster in check with his mighty slugthrower. Unused to meet any substantial resistance, at the prince’s ‘stay away’ the sea-monster already wobbled like those blue things in the mess they call pudding. When it was finally told to leave, it was so scared that it lost all the useful things that his mom required to make it home unharmed.”
“Oh my... Don’t you think you overdid it a little?” Tomoe sat in the circle on the foot of Sev’s cot and ruffled Boba’s hairs.
“…but that was the plain truth!” Boba insisted with a proud grin.
Disbelief already sneaked onto the other kid’s gaping faces. She realized that discussing details like “he didn’t drool into my collar” in front of them wouldn’t help them to rest the case. Better nod, smile “Sure, Boba,” and leave them in doubt.
“And what did the hunter do?” Boss hadn’t missed this point. He wouldn’t like people to cross him like that.
“He enjoyed the hunt so much he didn’t need to kill in the end.” Tomoe concluded flatly and more disbelief was painted over the kids’ faced.
Boss scratched his head. If Boba had just made up that one, how could the moron know about it? Maybe this outside world was a lot bigger than he had thought. Maybe it was good to have as many instructors as he could get a hold on, even when they couldn’t all be as cool as their Sarge.
Boba scrambled into his mom’s lap with the book. She seemed a little agitated under her calm demeanor, so maybe he could get another story out of her. Story-telling usually calmed her down nicely. “Tomoe, may I introduce Boss, Sev and Scorch from Vau’s Delta... that one’s Fixer so you know him when he wakes, and their brother of Priest’s Lambda Squad: Lonar, Layari, Laar and the one who doesn’t live up to his name right now is Laam.
It wasn’t lost to Tomoe that the names all started with the same letter as the squad, but the kids seemed to take great pride in them far more than in numbers. It was probably all they had.
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Chapter 1.4 – Boba’s fairytale (Afternoon day 26)