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Jango Part 2

A/N: First part two woooohhh. Second part to Jango one shot. Some mentions of child abandonment, cursing, and light sexual themes. You've been warned.

I groaned as I sat up, my hands in binder cuffs. Everything was sore.

"Probably from being knocked out and most likely tossed in the hold." I thought as I looked around to see the familiar durasteel walls of Jangos hold. 

I sat against the wall and thought about everything that had happened up till now. I was investigating the attempt on senator Amidala's life. I went to Kamino to interrogate the bounty Hunter, Jango Fett, to whom was a prime suspect. My buir tagged along on a favor, we got nothing, I was kidnapped. I was then brought to count Dooku himself, almost escaped. Buir got shot b Jango, in the shoulder, so he should be fine. And I got knocked out again, with no idea where we are heading.

Where could Jango be taking me? Somewhere that will most likely be unaffected by the war, where there is no hyperspace lanes or noteworthy space ports. No goods really worth bringing an army over to occupy. Tatooine? No, to obvious. Though as one of the best bounty hunters in the galaxy, he could get the hutts protection. So where?

" Hey." A voice said and I looked up. It was Boba, standing there with a pile of clothes.

" Can I help you?" I raised and eyebrow at him.

" Buir says to get changed, we are landing on Raxus soon." He said, putting the clothes down and stepping up to me. Raxus, that would be the new seat for the separatist government, as the location was strategic and self sufficient.

" Well you can tell your buir hes a di'kut tion'ad liser slanar tika at haran." I glared at the child. His face scrunched up in a scowl but he left the clothes, walking out of the room.

A few moments later Jango walked in, sans his armor and crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at me.

" Got a staring problem Fett?" I hissed at him. 

" You know our time together is gonna be difficult if you keep acting like this." He said scolding me like a father .

" I feel like this is a pretty standard reaction to being kidnapped and knocked out, twice." I was getting irritated, this son of a bitch.

" It could be worse, Dooku could've ordered me to kill you and as much as I like that smart mouth and pretty face, a jobs a job."

" Ohhh I should be so grateful. I should just get on my knees right now and thank you and Dooku for not killing me and instead taking me from my home, my people, when they need me the most. And now? They are probably going to have some Di'kut such as yourself do my job and fuck everything up. Mandalore was finally at peace with the rest of the galaxy but now? All my hard work will be undone. They will most likely be occupied by the Republic or Separatists which is probably what that old coot wants so he can take over! So yeah feeling so grateful right now."

" Easy now princess, I know you are upset..."

" Of course I am upset! Everything I have ever worked for now means nothing! You think I was just given the title as Senator from my buir? No! I spent hours, days, years because I wanted to be more than a princess. I'm doing all of this so I can be a better ruler when the time comes, so I know when some greasy slemo is trying to screw me and my people out of something. Because believe me there are plenty of rats on both sides! Now though? My people will see me as weak because I allowed myself to be kidnapped by some bounty hunter, the galaxy is going to shit, and I allowed them to be dragged into a war. So please just knock me out again so I don't have to see your damn face!" I screamed at him, turning my head away. I didn't usually get this angry, but this... I was scared. 

I don't know what the count really has planned for me and I was going to be stuck in enemy territory. I'd have no one and my mother could beg the senate so much before they tell her that unless she was completely with the republic, they would not help her. I was truly alone. I felt wetness on my face and realized I was crying, infront of him. I hastily rubbed my face, drying the tears. Never cry infront of your enemies little one. I could hear my aunts voice, even though her and mother were not exactly on speaking terms now, I still missed her. Mother taught me to be a leader but Bo-katan taught me to be strong and crafty. To survive.

" Are you done?" He asked though there was no hint of irritation or agitation in his voice, just understanding.

" Being pissed at you? No, I am not. As for my outburst, yes that is over."

" Good, I understand you are angry. But I really think it is more embarrassing for me to carry you off the ship than you walking of your own accord. Me personally, don't care. But as long as you behave no harm will come to you."

" You must be pretty stupid if you think that. The only value I have is if I'm used as a bargaining chip, but my mother will preach neutrality until her last breath, even if it means she may never see me again. We fought enough petty wars on Mandalore, as a foundling you should know that."

" So you both of you are prepared to give your lives in the name of peace... and you call me a Di'kut." He said with a pointed look and I stood up.

" Excuse me?! At least I'm prepared to die for the betterment of others, you die because you sold yourself like a two credit whore."

" I'm just a simple man trying to make his way through the universe." He shrugged clearly not affected by what I said thought the tick in his jaw says otherwise.

" You know who else says that? Whores."

" You know Princess, " I bristled at him, " I have no problem striping you of your clothes and shoving you into these ones."

" You know bottom feeder." He glared at me. " I have no problem annoying the shit out of you because then you know how it feels to have smug little fucks like yourself bothering me."

" Didn't your father ever teach you manners girl? Oh wait he was to busy abandoning you and fucking off to do whatever it is Jetise do." He hissed and I saw red.

I quickly rushed him and tackled him to the ground, slamming my hands down on his chest, knocking the air outta him. I jumped up and ran for the door but he grasped my ankle and tripped me. Crawling over me and pining me down. I kneed him in the crotch and he groaned but kept me pinned.

" Will. You. Stop. Being. So. Difficult!" He growled at me as I struggled in his grasp.

" I'm sorry but Obi-wan Kenobi is my father and Skywalker is more or less my brother, I have issues with any kind of authority." I shoved my hands up and forced his head back.

" Clearly, you know passed the fancy dresses and words, all you really are is a brat in need of discipline."

" Ha you don't have the nerve." I hissed, going to kick him again but he pressed his weight down and grasped my neck, slamming me down onto the floor.

Suddenly his lips were on mine and I froze. He took advantage of my confusion and forced his tongue inside my mouth, I felt fingers in my hair and the clip that held my hair in place was taken out. His finger curling into my hair and tugging a bit.

" Dad!" We both heard Boba say over the intercom and pulled away. " Raxus coming up soon, we need to prepare for landing."

We both looked at each other and he cleared his throat. Pulling us up, he undid my cuffs, and stepped away. I rubbed my wrists, feeling my cheeks burn. Fett rubbed his face and pointed to the clothes.

" Put them on or I will do it myself." He said walking towards the door. " Knock on the door when you are done."

He quickly made his way out of the room and the door slid shut. I looked down at the clothes and huffed.

" Shabuir." I cursed and reached for the clothes.