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- Jango, this is Jedi Master Plo Koon.
Jango could feel his right eyebrow rise at the sight of a Jedi before him. A Jedi Kel Dor. He knew the Jedi didn't have only humans in their ranks, but he'd very rarely seen any that weren't, and Senator Amidala's protectors were a pair of fairly young human men.
Surprising.
He nodded to the Jedi and the Kaminoan, and the Jedi returned his greeting. He would have preferred a human, much easier for him to read. He didn't even know how old this guy was. Or even if he was a man. How did Kel Dor's gender and sex work again?
- "I imagine you must be pleased with your children's abilities," the orange Jedi began, probably looking him in the eye under his glasses.
- "They are not my children," he replied immediately, annoyed at the Kel Dor's choice of words.
The Jedi turned to Boba with a very obvious look on his face, and Jango knew in advance what the Jedi would say.
- Really?
- Boba is my son, not the others.
The Jedi's face returned to him and Jango could feel the judgment. He didn't like it. A filthy Jedi had no right to judge him, he was no better than he was!
- I see. I had thought that loyalty to the clan and honour was the basis of the Mandalorian Code when I read about it, I'm disappointed I was wrong.
- You read it right. Strength, Honour, Loyalty and Death are the basis of our culture.
- "But you're not Mandalorian," the Jedi said serenely.
Jango hated the serene tone, he didn't like the feeling of physical and mental imbalance the other man was causing in him.
- Yes, I am.
- You sold your descendants into child slavery and you make no attempt to protect them, I see no honour or loyalty. No strength either for that matter, only death, and death as an army of child soldiers used as cannon fodder doesn't seem worthy to me, because slavery is unworthy, so my opinion remains.
- Because they are not mine.
- "By your own choice," the Jedi insisted calmly. "Don't minimize the significance of your actions because you have belated regrets, they are of your blood, they are yours, whether you like it or not, as much descendants of the Fett clan as you are. I'm done here, thank you for your time."
And with that, the Jedi left without delay and pointed to the door behind which his armour was located.
- You better hide that kind of evidence, I'm going to look into potential criminal extraction agreements between Kamino and Coruscant, I'm not stupid, you tried to assassinate Senator Padmé Amidala of the Chommell Sector on several occasions and you've been accused of killing Zam Wesell, you'll have to answer for that.
- "You killed Zam?" Boba shouted angrily as the door closed. "Why did you do that?!"
- She knew what failure meant.
- The dar'jetii would have killed you if she hadn't helped you! You betrayed a sister in arms, it's horrible! It's unworthy of you.
Jango looked with confusion at the door to his flat, he should be finishing packing to leave for Geonosis, and now he had to find his son and calm him down. The Mandalorian sighed, he had not succeeded in making his son a true Mando'ad in all matters of creed and action, but overall his son had been influenced by the pieces of his culture that he expressed in his actions: strength, loyalty, honour and death. Boba did not understand the professional and friendly relationship he had with Zam. He didn't understand that he wasn't glad of he did it, but that it was necessary, Jango didn't want to face Tyranus.
He pulled on his armour, prepared his ship, and was surprised not to be interrupted by the Jedi, so he left to find his son without too much of a threatening feeling.
It was because the threat this Jedi represented was far more vicious than he could have expected.
As he passed several battalions, Jango felt his eyes widen as he saw all the armour marked with some sort of claw symbol and strange spirals.
- "What the hell is that?" he barked as he approached before putting a wary hand on his blaster as he saw the Jedi Kel Dor finishing a drawing and resting his forehead against the clone's.
- Hmm... Wolffe, I think you will honour that name.
- "Thank you, buir," the clone thanked before squinting at Jango.
As if Jango were the intruder.
- Oh, Mr. Fett, I'm adopting my sons, why are you asking?
- What?!
The Kel Dor put an arm around "Wolffe" and Jango knew that if the Kel Dor had a shit-stir grin, that was the alien's current expression.
- I discovered that these young people had a little problem with nationality, so I offered them a name and nationality, and therefore citizenship, by bringing them into the Koon Clan. My Uncle always told me that I was slow to claim children and to participate in the future of the Clan, so I don't think I'll get any more remarks about that.
- "You can't adopt all these clones!" Jango objected.
- "Of course, I can," the Jedi replied cheerfully. "After all, as the Kaminoans said, they were created for the Jedi, and I am a Jedi. So many lovely, protective sons, what a wonder! Comet, my young child, could you go and find some more of your brothers?"
A not-quite-grown clone nodded seriously and ran off:
- Yes, buir!
- "Thank you, son!" shouted the Kel Dor in response.
Jango realised at that moment that he was better off here, Tyranus was going to kill him for not keeping the army available for the Republic now that the Kel Dor was giving them all citizenship and rights. He sighed and rubbed his temples.
This Jedi would be the death of him, there was no other way.
And that look of defiance... Jango couldn't resist a challenge.