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Boba was not happy.
Not to say that he was happy often, nor that the state of happiness was a common occurrence. Contentment was the highest he achieved. Brief as that may be.
So perhaps saying he was not happy was understating it.
Boba was osik scared and just as pissed off.
It was all the kriffing Force's fault anyway. He knew better than to be playing around with that shit, but honestly, he was bored and perhaps lonely.
Din was always gone, between bounty hunting and seeing his ad . Fennec was around but busy and the type that liked solitary as much as he did.
Boba didn’t really have anyone else.
He never really had anything. It had been good with his father but that was decades ago, and Jango had been damaged. A good father most of the time but nothing like he could have been.
Nothing like he should have been.
He may have been his son but the eyayah didn’t deserve the life they’d endured.
But none of that thinking was enough to distract him from where he was. Was this some afterlife torture? Some test he had to pass to be given the release of death?
“Who are you, identify yourself.”
“We should just attack Master,” Came a young voice from the opposite side of him. “It's clearly a ploy.”
“Hush Padawan,” A faintly recognisable voice muttered from his right,
“I karking hate the force. Utter bantha osik.” He released a string of mando swears that his father would have boxed his ears for.
“Mando, this is Jedi Master Dooku,” Dooku spoke, Boba knew he recognised the muttering earlier.
“Oh kriff me sideways,” Boba groaned. “The force is a menace. And this is all Obi-Wan’s fault. Kriffing Kenobi luck.”
A lightsabre hummed to life, and the Mandos on the other side of the clearing, shifted, weapons raised.
“How do you know my Grandpadawan? How is this his fault? He is currently on a mission with his Master.”
“Haha,” Boba chuckled humourlessly from this position still on the ground. “Obi-Wan would either be a slave in a deepsea mine or since you know him I assume that his demogalka master has left him in the middle of a war where parents are killing ade.”
Yells erupted from both groups, but Boba kept his eyes trained on the blue sky above, that and the soft snow that fell.
“What the hell is going on? Who are you?”
“Boba Fett,” Boba decided to throw caution to the wind, hell it worked for the stupid Jedi he’d befriended - was adopted by - on Tatooine. “Clan Fett, House Meerel. He/Him.”
“What?” Came a different voice, both familiar and unfamiliar.
“The Fetts were killed.”
“Yep. I’m the last one. Well,” Boba tilted his helmet towards the True Mandalorian group, and eyed his father, his very alive and young father. “Well, I was the last one.”
“Mandos,” Dooku interrupted again.
“Do you know there is a Sith Master in the Senate? Or that this little fight,” Boba tilted his helmet back up to stare at the sky, “is all part of their plan. Death Watch is around here somewhere.”
“Dar’jetti? Death Watch?”
“Sith?”
“I hope this is the time I fade into the Force. I’d very much like to see my Buire again. Maybe even some of my brothers, not that they’d want much to do with me. I was a shit vod, a shit person, really.”
“You speak of the Force like a Jedi.”
“Well, yes my other Buir was a Jedi. Ha! The Mand’alor and the Jedi High General are my Buire. Haha, I wanna die.” Boba was not doing well. He thought when he died that it’d all stop hurting so bad. And maybe he wasn’t Mando enough for other Mandos to acknowledge but he’d hoped if he wasn’t allowed to March Ahead then at least the Force would be kind to him.
“Ad,” An unfamiliar voice called softly, “it's okay, we can sort this all out. I am Jaster Meerel, Clan and House Meerel, current Mand’alor, and leader of the True Mandalorians.”
“You should be dead. Jaster Meerel is betrayed by Monstross and is killed by Death Watch.”
“What!”
A scuffle broke out but Boba was too lost in his thoughts to bother looking.
“What was this about my grand padawan.”
“Jinn really needs a mind healer. He will destroy all that Obi-Wan is. Little Gods, he never regained the self-esteem Jinn ruined. He was a good man, but he’ll never put value on his life. Even now he fights without his true weapon against Elders that feel remorseless in killing children.” Again both parties rage at the mention of those demogalke .
“After you slaughter the True Mandalorians, Dooku, your trust in the Jedi and the senate will be broken, and you let yourself be swayed by the Sith lord. Pity. Obi-Wan really could have used someone in his corner when Jinn makes him dar’ad . Then made watched him die.”
“What the hell is going on!”
“I’m going to pass out now,” Boba told the figures, hopeful he wouldn’t regain any sort of consciousness again.
“Boba!”
The darkness greeted him and he was thankful.