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Rasi Te had lived on Kamino her entire life, and it was getting boring. However, around one or two years ago, a bounty hunter, called Jango Fett, had come to Kamino, and that managed to pique Rasi’s interest enough to stay.
He was a strange man. Rasi hadn’t met him, but they’d seen his ship coming and going at all times of the day. Taun We, Rasi’s cousin, had spoken with him a few times, but didn’t find any of it important enough to mention.
She did say one thing, an offhand comment that caught Rasi’s interest. The bounty hunter had a son, but it wasn’t genetically his own; it was a clone.
Rasi would have considered trying to meet the bounty hunter and his ‘son’, but she knew the trouble they’d get in — besides, the man scared her a bit. They’d seen him leaving the ship with bloody armor more than once.
No one came or left Kamino, save for Jango Fett. And the Jedi who’d requested the clone army, of course, but he hadn’t visited in a while.
Rasi wondered what could have happened to him.
The door slid open, briefly letting in the sound of pouring rain, along with a tall man clad in blue, red, and silver armor. Upon closer inspection, the red wasn’t paint.
Rasi’s jaw dropped. They hurried over to the bounty hunter.
“Mr. Fett!” Rasi said, clasping her hands like they’d seen her cousin do. “Do you need anything?”
The visor of the bounty hunter’s helmet turned to look at them. They couldn’t see his eyes, but it still felt disarming.
“Yes,” Jango Fett said. His voice was unexpectedly quiet. “I ran out of supplies on my ship. Where do you keep your cleaning supplies?”
Rasi didn’t speak, still staring at the man in front of her. The bounty hunter shifted with what sounded like a sigh.
“Mops, disinfectants, the like?” the man asked. Though Rasi couldn’t see his face, they knew that he was looking at her expectantly.
“Yes, yes, of course,” Rasi said quickly, their voice rising in pitch. She cringed at herself. “Follow me.”
They walked slowly down the white halls. The bounty hunter next to her was leaving bloody footprints on the floors that they’d just cleaned. Rasi wasn’t sure whether to be angry or terrified.
She was a little bit of both.
“What planet did you come back from?” Rasi asked, clearing their throat.
Jango Fett looked over at her. Without seeing his face, the blank visor conveyed something like surprise, or maybe disappointment. What if it was anger? Kriff, what if he killed her?
“Naboo,” he said simply.
Rasi suddenly felt embarrassed. They’d never heard of such a place before, but they certainly weren’t about to ask a man covered in blood.
“Here we are!” Rasi exclaimed, much too loud.
They reached out to open the door, but the bounty hunter had already tapped the keypad and entered. He left the room a few moments later, holding various cleaning supplies, before Rasi could say another word.
She followed him down the hallway, taking care to avoid the faint red footprints left in the man’s wake.
When the two went outside in the pouring rain, Jango Fett set the supplies down in his ship. He then turned to look at Rasi.
The Kaminoan didn’t respond. Their eyes were fixed on the open cargo hold door, which revealed a messy puddle of blood, not yet dried. She could tell by the shine.
They stepped back when she realized that the blood continued in a trail leading out of the ship. The pouring rain did nothing to wash away the red paste, though the water at Jango Fett’s feet was tinted red. He was still looking at Rasi, waiting for them to speak.
“Do you… Do you want any help?” Rasi asked weakly, though the idea of cleaning up blood made her sick.
“No.”
The bounty hunter stepped inside the ship and walked silently to the cargo hold. Rasi didn’t want to imagine what unfortunate soul had spent their last moments there.
They walked quickly inside, almost tripping over the long fabric of her skirt. They could’ve sworn that they still felt the unfeeling visor of Jango Fett’s helmet trained on her.
They’d learned two things about Jango Fett today. He was a man of few words. And he was just as dangerous as, if not more so than, anything Rasi had ever heard about him.
She looked down at what used to be the pristine white floor. Now that they were sure that the bounty hunter was gone, she scowled as she walked to the closet that housed what they called ‘her’ cleaning supplies.
Rasi grabbed a mop and a bucket of soapy water. If Kamino was so advanced, why couldn’t a droid do this for her?
They were so immersed in her work (and grumbling about it) that they didn’t notice the doors sliding open once more until the bounty hunter, armor now cleaner than the floors, walked past her.
Rasi jumped, dropping the mop with a clatter. However, Jango Fett didn’t turn at all; he seemed to be walked fast, with a purpose.
Rasi set down the mop, eyes narrowing as she followed the armor-clad man, taking care to make their footsteps as silent as possible.
At first, it seemed like Jango Fett was walking to a random room, like the supply closet. Rasi kept her distance, until they heard a loud cry, sounding like one that came from a child.
Rasi ran to the room, or as close as she dared to go to the doorway. They peered inside, shielding one eye to prepare for whatever possible carnage could lie inside.
Instead, she saw Jango Fett, without his helmet, holding a small child close, grinning as he peppered the child’s bare stomach with kisses, eliciting another high-pitched and joyful squeal from the baby.
Rasi quickly searched for something to hide behind when she saw the bounty hunter approaching the door to close it. When a scan of the hallway provided nothing, Rasi instead opted to pretend like they were passing by.
She could hear the man saying something to the baby as he walked to the door, seemingly unaware of the Kaminoan pacing outside of his room.
“Come on, Boba,” Jango Fett said, his tone much softer than before. “I think we both need a nap.”
The door closed with a quiet whir. Rasi stopped walking and stood outside the door.
They were unsure how much they knew about Jango Fett.