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The Force loved the clones, each and every one.
That included Boba Fett, as much as the teen would deny his status as a clone.
The Force was careful with Boba, trying it’s best to keep the young child safe but it still wasn’t a kind life that Boba Fett lived.
It was not advertised, but Mace Windu did survive his fight with the Emperor.
He did not live long afterward, the sheer amount of lighting destroyed his body, but the Force kept him alive long enough for the old Jedi master to make it up to the child he had orphaned.
Boba Fett was Force sensitive, not that anyone could pick up on it. Boba was Force sensitive in a way that neither the Jedi nor the Sith recognized, but the mandalorians of old did. Had Boba’s ba’buir, Jaster Mereel lived, Boba would have been trained to fight with the instincts and power of the Manda. But Jaster Mereel was dead, and had he lived Boba most likely wouldn’t exist.
Boba Fett was 14 when Mace Windu found him, roughly a year after the fall of the Republic, in a bar in the Outer Rim.
Fett was angry, upset and scared, and he had every right to be.
Windu was in pain, frustrated and exhausted, and he too, had every right.
Mace Windu had always toed the line between Light and Dark, a true Gray Jedi in his own way, not fully light but wholeheartedly devoted to the way of the Jedi.
It was this that Mace passed down to Boba, the art of towing the line, in the last three years of his life.
And Boba, angry, confused and hurt, soaked up the knowledge like a sponge.
When Mace Windu died, his lightsaber was given to Boba. It hung on his belt on his armor, the design and color well known as Mace Windu’s. Most of the Galaxy assumed that the young bounty hunter had finally had his revenge, the Empire putting him on a list of bounty hunters to contact that could deal with Jedi should the need arise.
Boba would snort as he stood next to Darth Vader, years later, when the sith asked him if getting his revenge was worth it in the end.
“The path that my quest for revenge put me on changed my life, for better or worse I do not know, but I like to say it was for the better.”
And after Boba ‘accidentally’ let Han Solo slip his grasp, Vader asked him once again, if revenge was worth it.
And in a tone that was undeniably Mace, he deadpanned “Lord Vader, that is entirely up to you.”
The path of revenge that started with his father was worth it to Boba, because without being on that path, he could not have fallen off at the point he did.
Mace would always tell him that revenge was not the Jedi way, and Boba would always respond that it was the Mandalorian way.
It would be years after Mace’s death that Boba would come to the conclusion that both of them were wrong.
Boba decided that chasing after honor no matter the cost like his father had taught him wasn’t the best way, nor was Mace completely right about living fully at peace with no regard to the other party.
No, Boba decided the best way was to live his life with passion yet peace, as Mace used to say, and by doing so, piss the hell out of his rivals and enemies.
‘Yes’, Boba thought, feeling Vader’s anger spike as he walked off, ‘the best revenge truly is living well’
—
Jaster had once told Jango, back when he was a small child, that verd who could access the Manda could sometimes see those who had marched ahead into the ka’ra.
Jango had no reason to believe that his son could see him, not until his killer decided that killing him wasn’t enough, the Jetii had to disrupt his afterlife as well.
The strange segments of the place you marched on to was not something that Jango truly cared about. Jas’buir had explained to him when he first arrived that depending on your way of life, your religion, and who you called family and friends in your life determined where you could go, that no one segment was better than another, and that in fact many decided to go to the neutral areas to talk and debate and learn. Apparently you could gain access to another section by befriending someone in that section and then allowing you in as a guest, but none of that mattered to Jango.
What did matter is that whoever had given Mace karking Windu access to the ka’ra should be preparing to face Jango Fett’s ire.
“Your son is a remarkable man, Jango Fett.”
Jango scowled.
“They’re calling him the greatest bounty hunter in the Galaxy, you should be proud.”
The shorter man looked up and sneered. “What is it to you, Jetii, what the Galaxy calls my orphaned ad?”
The jetii flinched subtly at that, moving his arms to cross them over each other.
“Have you gone to see him recently?” Windu questioned, face infuriatingly passive.
Jango turned away, frown stretching his lips. “No, not for a few years. There is no point, he cannot see me.”
"Perhaps he can, perhaps he can't."
Silence stretched between the two until Jango spoke up, asking the question that had been sitting in his mind.
“Why now? Why wait until now before coming to torment me, instead of when you died. Had trouble trying to trick your way in?” Jango burned with anger.
The jetii laughed
“The Force works in mysterious ways”
“That’s bantha shit”
—
Boba twitched as he sat cross legged on his bunk carefully cleaning his blaster. He had been meditating before his buir and his teacher showed up, mid argument.
“-if you would listen to reason Fett-“ Mace sounded a bit irritated but still fairly calm, his Force presence soothing if slightly ruffled.
“And why should I listen to you? You corrupted my kid with your Jetii kark!” Buir snapped, anger dripping from his words, and Boba should probably break them up before-
“How is me teaching him to meditate corrupting him?” And that was Mace’s ‘I’m done with your bullshit’ tone.
Boba sighed.
“Buire, please, I’m trying to be productive and I’m not in the mood to listen to you provoke Mace’buir in another argument Jan’buir, I’m tired.”
Five seconds of silence passed before the 27 year old realized what he had said.
“What did you call him?” Shouted Jango, almost drowning out Mace’s quiet “What did you call me?”
Ah. This was going to be an issue.