Topic: Friends of the trade enemys of the jedi-part 2

ok so this is chapter two, enjoy

                                      CHAPTER 2

          The figure sat looking at the strange little boy whom she'd met, he sat sleeping contently under a woolen blanket, one that had come from her homeworld it was the softest, warmest one.
      She pullled her rough quilt closer around her shoulders and pulled up the hood on her cloak, leaning back against the rock behind her to study the boy. He looked like one of the clones she'd seen on kamino, but no clones should be this far out,not if the city buzz was true and it was an army for the republic. The republic didn't even go as far out as kamino. She sighed, She knew to much, to much about the republic, to much about the outer rim, to much about what was going on. Imediatly cancelling the subject, she turned her thoughts back to the boy.
   He was a clone, but not one of the trained ones, or he wouldn't be out here and he wouldn't need her help. He must have been ten or so, but no one who wasn't in  a situation of emergency left there ten year old here. Nobody in there right mind anyway and he wasn't a local, they were dead. She put her head in her hand to think and let herself become calm,seeking guidance from the force.
      Boba's eyes opened slowly, the stinging  gone, his head still hurt, but not as much and he was astounded by the intense warmth around him, he couldd feel the fur across his neck. He sat up, the intense pain in his shoulder makeing the task uneasy, it had been bandaged an some sort of slimy ointment covered his fingers when he touched the bandage. He remembered suddenly he wasn't alone, the person whom he'd encountered before becoming unconcious was still here.
   "Pretty nasty little scratch you got there, it'll be ok"He spun round, his hand falling to his blaster, he took aim and fixed it with a stair. The figure paid him no head and turned to stir the bubbleing pot beside it, he had to admit it smelt lovely, with a warm exotic aroma that filled his nose and mouth.
"sleep good?" It asked, not turning away from what boba guessed was stew of some sort.
"depends" he answered"what time is it?" The humaniod form turned his way, hood still up  " defensive arent ya? It's almost dawn." It wasn't very light, but Boba could see no trace of a speeder or other mount. He lowered the blaster. "Why are you even up at this hour?" He asked, almost wanting to hear it talk again.
"I move on as soon as it gets light enough to see where I'm walking."
"You don't have a speeder or somthing?" Asked Boba suspiciously. "Nope, I prefer walking" It turned back to the soup, not even asking why he had a blaster or who he was. "What are you? Some kind of hermit or somthing?" The figure turned back to him. "You ask an awful lot of questions"  Boba had heard his father say that before and the tone had been quite the same. He put up the blaster once more. "I think your going to tell me who you are"
"Well," It said pullingg down its hood. "I'm Saf, and I'm here tracking somthing called the death watch" Boba put down his blaster. "The death watch?"
"yep, and I, must say I don't have the slightest clue who they are and if not for that i never would have found you" Boba digested what she'd said. "ANd may I ask your name?" Saf inquired. Boba studied her, she was not alot taller than he was and thin, but sturdy built, short fringy hair the colour of grapes, her eyes were dark. He thought they were green, but they were to dark to tell,She looked vaguely human, excet for her pointed ears , and the way she moved. "Why don't you just ask me my name?" He asked making a face, "Why may you?"
"Because I've met a great many different people and I've learned that a great many of them don't like to tell me there names" Boba thought about this. "I'm Boba" He stated, not giving his last name incase she may have heard of jango. "Do you live hear?" He asked, trying to decipher where they were and where she had come from. "Nope,"answered Saf "I landed here yestarday, my ship is about half an hours walk away. "
  She laddelled some stew into a bowl and held it in his direction."Hungry?" Boba wasn't sure if he could trust it or not, but his throught was so dry and his instinct was telling him to trust Saf, so he accepted."Thank-you"
"No problem" She sat across from him, cross legged, Boba wasn't sure if she was coreillian or not, she sure did sound like it. "What brings you out here kid?" She asked sipping the broth from her bowl. "I got separated from my dad... we were here looking for something"
"I see, hmmm, how do you spose your going to get back to your father?"
"he'll come back for me, he wouldn't leave me here" Insisted Boba
"good, then we'll wait here" She said sounding so sure of her self. 
   "What exactly are you?" He asked, his father said he should learn somthing about and from everyone he met, and he wanted to know more about this strange race so he could study it.
"Now, thats a good question" Saf said thoughfully. "I was under the impression that you were from corellia when you first spoke" Admited Boba, "but you don't look it"
  "Part corellian" Admited Saf "part kendonesian" Boba frowned in disbelief "they were all killed"
   "all but one" smiled saf,  "and what, are you?" Boba scrammbled for an answer that wouldn't give him away, but it was only fair he be truthful. "A clone"  he sighed.
  "thought so" She exclaimed seaming pleased with herself. " then you must be about ten, your not a normall clone"
   "how did you know" frowned boba "because if you were a normall clone you would be in kamino doing drills, not here" Boba pondered this, it was true. "and your how old? You know an awful lot!" he said rather defensivly.
"thirteen"Stated saf happily finishing her stew, "I've had it rough, but I been alot o' places" Boba stared in disbelief. "been on the road since i was 8"
  "you had no parents?" asked Boba sadly "none" she answered "but i got a tone of friends"  Friends, boba had always wanted friends.
Saf began to pack up her camp, "What are you going to do?" asked Boba, he wanted to know more. "I'll leave as soon as this father of yours comes"
Boba watched her, her motions were fluent yet solid and rugged, he'd red fluent motion was very scarce as far as kendonesians went.
His thoughts were interupted by the landing of a star fighter in the distance.

ok I think thats long enough for now- chapter 3 is comin soon

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Re: Friends of the trade enemys of the jedi-part 2

I've enjoyed it thoroughly. The spelling needs work in a few spots but the story telling is impecable!

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