Title: Justice
Author: Carmarthen (lacorneille@earthlink.net)
Fandom: Star Wars: Attack of the Clones
Disclaimer: They belong to Lucasfilm, not me. I'm just having a bit
of fun with no official sanction whatsoever.
Rating: PG for death stuff and disturbing movie imagery.
Spoilers: For the ending of Attack of the Clones
Warnings: Canonical character death
Summary: Young Boba Fett thinks about his father and Concord Dawn
and makes a vow.
Archive: Only my personal site
(http://thewritegirls.populli.net/carmarthen), others ask.
Notes: I had just bought the Zam Wesell comic book (which is
wonderful) and was musing upon the fascinating dynamics between Zam and
Jango. Then this hit me. Considering my long-standing obsession with
Boba Fett, I'm surprised this is the first thing I've written about
him.
Which canon? This fic follows only movie-canon, although I borrowed
Concord Dawn from, I believe, one of the Boba Fett short stories (The
Last Man Standing possibly) and it is supported as Jango's homeworld
on StarWars.com, at least for now.
The Zam Wesell comic did rather color my impressions of the characters,
however.
Boba Fett had never been to Concord Dawn.
He had lived on Kamino for most of his short life. He was genetically identical to his father in every way. They even thought alike, most of the time. So it was odd, he supposed, that he knew nothing beyond Jango's occasional comments, quickly covered, of the place that had so shaped who his father was.
"My family was killed," Jango had said once, and then changed the subject as he had said nothing. The only family Boba had known was Jango, and he did not -- could not -- think of losing him.
Boba shivered then, despite the heat of the unforgiving Geonosian sun.
"There was a civil war," another time.
Boba had not been able to comprehend war then. The hunt was in his blood, and he, like his father, understood the complex dynamics of predator and prey. War was another thing entirely. It lacked the cleanliness, the honor of the hunt.
"I used to climb trees when I was your age. We had wonderful trees on Concord Dawn, huge eucalyptoids that blotted out the sky." Quieter, "I miss the trees sometimes."
Boba Fett had only seen trees in holos.
"I had a brother--" That had been after Boba was ill with a fever that no medicine could shake. It had been the only time Boba had seen his father cry.
His father had rarely said it outright, but Boba had always known, with the unshakeable faith of believer, that his father loved him, that he was Jango's reason for life, his be-all and end-all.
Jango had been different after Zam died. He had seemed older, tired, less the perfect warrior. Boba had never asked why. He had liked Zam and there were things about his father that he did not want to know.
Boba Fett knelt in the sand of the arena, his arms shaking with strain, and held his father's helmeted head. He owed his father that, not to flinch from death. He knew Jango would have done the same were it Boba who had died. Boba touched his forehead to the cool plasteel of the visor and made a vow.
He would see Concord Dawn. He would survive as his father's family had not, and he would see justice done.
Justice. He liked the sound of that word.
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