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Boba Fett was on the move again. For a boy his age, he had lived a life more fraught than most. After his stint in Republic prison he thought he might be insignificant enough to ignore for the time being. The Republic was in the middle of an intense and expensive war after all. One small, would-be assassin, should be able to slip through the cracks.
No such luck for Boba. Several days ago Boba had heard from one of his colleagues. There were rumors, his colleague shared, that the Kaminoans were pressing the Republic to recapture him. It wasn't clear why, but Boba's mind went to all kinds of dark places. The Kaminoans treated non-Kamino species as if they were not quite sentient. It was what made them such good scientists, they had no ethical paradigm to hold them back, which meant that they could conduct all kinds of experiments on living beings with no qualms.
All Boba knew was that he wanted to avoid capture at all costs. A series of events had forced him to lay low on Mandalore, and unless he had some help, it didn't look like he was getting off planet anytime soon. Currently, he was camped out in a day shelter for the homeless. The shelter was in the capital, but located on the bad side of town near the red light district. This area of the city was far from the impressive palaces and public buildings of the city's center. It was more industrial, mostly factories, slums and low-income housing. Still, it was a little safer here if you were trying to go unnoticed.
Boba stood from the corner bench he had been occupying for the last hour. He had hoped a colleague of his father would meet him here. Stretching he skirted around the edge of the room and made for the door. The shelter was going to close in half an hour anyway, he might as well beat the rush.
Stepping out into the street he walked along the sidewalk to the end of the block. As he reached the corner he felt a gentle hand placed on his shoulder. Looking up he saw a red haired woman. His contact, at last. "You Bo-Katan?"
The woman smiled. "Yeah. And I guess you're Jango's kid. You've grown since I last saw you."
It was true. The last time he had met any of the Death Watch members he had been around four years old. Jango had always taken Boba everywhere with him, meeting up with revolutionaries was just part of a normal day for Boba. He really didn't remember any of them, but he knew Bo-Katan by her reputation. His father had always spoken highly of her skill as a warrior. "Name's Boba."
"A good Mandolorian name."
Boba smiled a little, it was nice to be recognized as something other than just a clone. "Bo-Katan, can you help me? I need to lay low for a while."
Bo-Katan casually slung an arm around his shoulder saying, "Sure thing, kid, Death Watch looks out for it's own."
"I'm not Death Watch."
"Your dad was, and you're his kid, so I think it's within reason to help you out for the time being. When you get a little older we can talk about full membership."
Boba looked up at the woman, she seemed kind enough. She, at least so far, hadn't started talking down to him and pretending he was just some idiot kid. It was refreshing to be treated like a real person. But, Boba had been burned by several of his father's old associates before. Many of them seemed to think that just because he was young, it was okay to double-cross him. He would trust her, but only so far. "So, what are you thinking?"
"I think I know of a place to stash you for a little while. You any good at fixing things?"
"I can fix anything, or figure it out if I don't know." He said, only a little boastfully. One of the perks of being raised by a skilled and resourceful assassin.
"Well, then I've got a place for you. Amber Shipyard needs fix it men; they don't really care who, and they don't really ask questions. It's a great place to lay low until the heat dissipates."