BoSoka Ficlet: Star Crossed
Wow.
I haven't written a Star Wars fic in years. When I do...what is it? Crack ship fic. I haven't seen this ship around, but I like it. I call it BoSoka. That's Young Boba Fett and Ahsoka Tano.
I'm not a huge Clone Wars fan, I admit it. I really only started seriously paying attention to it when Boba Fett showed up. I really love Boba Fett, so I feel the need to follow his exploits, which led me to watch the Boba Fett episodes.
I also like that character of Ahsoka, even if I wish she'd wear a shirt instead of a tube top since she's...you know, fourteen and all. Still, I like her. I also think she and Boba Fett would make a fun crack ship. You know it isn't going to work out in the long run, but darn the dynamics are fun.
So I wrote this, which takes place after Order 66, but years before A New Hope, for those of you who like to keep track of that sort of thing. I own nothing.
Star Crossed
The Jedi Master, Mace Windu, killed his father when he was a boy. Since that day, he has held a bitter grudge against the Jedi Order. He’d be lying if he said the destruction of their ancient religion saddened him. Still, in the wake of Order 66, he’s glad that the Togrutan padawan escaped. She keeps him entertained. She always looks so flustered when he finds her. Perhaps it is because she knows he could...and should turn her in to the Empire.
There is a substantial bounty on her head, just like any other Jedi. However, Boba Fett has enough credits for at least another twenty cycles...and she makes for very entertaining prey. She doesn’t know that he’d rather gouge out one of his eyes than go near a Clone without necessity. Mindless robots, droids wearing man flesh. That’s all they were really. With a single order from someone they’ve never met, they’d turn on those they’d fought beside and befriended for years. They’d kill women and children without hesitation...without mercy...for no profit for themselves. They have programming, not free will, no matter how much they like to pretend they do.
He’d hidden among their ranks before, once as a boy and again as a young man. None of them suspected a thing. He wasn’t sure if he should be honored, insulted, or strangely disturbed. Things were better when...she...discovered him.
Her detection of his presence brought an impish smile to lips hidden beneath his helmet. She knew, the others did not. She knew who he was, but chose not to reveal it. The least he could do in return was to keep her secret. He had to preserve some quarry for the future, after all.
In turn, she knew that he did not reveal her location. Theirs was a strange and wonderful symbiosis that had continued over the last few annual cycles. They’d both been robbed of their lives, albeit on opposite sides of a conflict in an increasingly chaotic era. His father was murdered and her Order, practically her family, was obliterated from the galaxy. He couldn’t help but smirk at the irony of his father’s murderers being wiped out by his father’s genetic legacy. Still, he personally bore Ahsoka Tano no ill will. On the contrary, he rather enjoyed their meetings. She was always a challenge. On several occasions, she had actually escaped without him allowing her to. That was always entertaining. It was something Boba didn’t experience enough...a challenge. It would be a shame to waste such a great opportunity.
Perhaps the Force did influence their destinies.
Perhaps that is why the two of them seemed intrinsically drawn together.
Perhaps that’s why neither of them is really upset when they encounter one another.
Their paths have crossed before under less than pleasant circumstances. As long as the galaxy stayed in its current state, neither of them could see their encounters ceasing. They wouldn’t want them to, not really. Both their lives have been shattered. Nothing was the way it should have been...what either of them have been raised to believe.
It made the former Padawan wonder if there was any such thing as absolute truth. She’d been taught that only the Sith use absolutes. She was beginning to see why.
She was the padawan of one of the heroes of the Republic, Anakin Skywalker, who had, in turn, betrayed her and every one of her friends and mentors. He had personally murdered her peers and ended any semblance of structure in her life. She’d been on the run for a long time, though she was certain it was not as long as it felt. None of her lessons had prepared her for a life on the run. Hers was supposed to be a life of peace and wisdom, discipline and justice. Instead, she was a fugitive, which lead her to encounter people like him...the bounty hunter...Boba Fett.
He was so much like his father...yet so unlike his father. He was leaner and focused more on strategy and cunning than his predecessor. It made him more dangerous and unpredictable. Boba Fett made Ahsoka uneasy because...she could feel him smile even though she couldn’t see his face.
They would clash, of course, they always did.
They would match wits and skills against each other and, though she was hesitant to admit it, Ahsoka found herself slightly elated whenever the bounty hunter made an appearance. She shouldn’t, she knew. He was a danger to her, but she sense he had no intention of turning her in, which led her mind down a peculiar path, so she chose to focus on the task at hand....wiping that concealed, smug grin off of Boba Fett’s face.
I haven't written a Star Wars fic in years. When I do...what is it? Crack ship fic. I haven't seen this ship around, but I like it. I call it BoSoka. That's Young Boba Fett and Ahsoka Tano.
I'm not a huge Clone Wars fan, I admit it. I really only started seriously paying attention to it when Boba Fett showed up. I really love Boba Fett, so I feel the need to follow his exploits, which led me to watch the Boba Fett episodes.
I also like that character of Ahsoka, even if I wish she'd wear a shirt instead of a tube top since she's...you know, fourteen and all. Still, I like her. I also think she and Boba Fett would make a fun crack ship. You know it isn't going to work out in the long run, but darn the dynamics are fun.
So I wrote this, which takes place after Order 66, but years before A New Hope, for those of you who like to keep track of that sort of thing. I own nothing.
Star Crossed
The Jedi Master, Mace Windu, killed his father when he was a boy. Since that day, he has held a bitter grudge against the Jedi Order. He’d be lying if he said the destruction of their ancient religion saddened him. Still, in the wake of Order 66, he’s glad that the Togrutan padawan escaped. She keeps him entertained. She always looks so flustered when he finds her. Perhaps it is because she knows he could...and should turn her in to the Empire.
There is a substantial bounty on her head, just like any other Jedi. However, Boba Fett has enough credits for at least another twenty cycles...and she makes for very entertaining prey. She doesn’t know that he’d rather gouge out one of his eyes than go near a Clone without necessity. Mindless robots, droids wearing man flesh. That’s all they were really. With a single order from someone they’ve never met, they’d turn on those they’d fought beside and befriended for years. They’d kill women and children without hesitation...without mercy...for no profit for themselves. They have programming, not free will, no matter how much they like to pretend they do.
He’d hidden among their ranks before, once as a boy and again as a young man. None of them suspected a thing. He wasn’t sure if he should be honored, insulted, or strangely disturbed. Things were better when...she...discovered him.
Her detection of his presence brought an impish smile to lips hidden beneath his helmet. She knew, the others did not. She knew who he was, but chose not to reveal it. The least he could do in return was to keep her secret. He had to preserve some quarry for the future, after all.
In turn, she knew that he did not reveal her location. Theirs was a strange and wonderful symbiosis that had continued over the last few annual cycles. They’d both been robbed of their lives, albeit on opposite sides of a conflict in an increasingly chaotic era. His father was murdered and her Order, practically her family, was obliterated from the galaxy. He couldn’t help but smirk at the irony of his father’s murderers being wiped out by his father’s genetic legacy. Still, he personally bore Ahsoka Tano no ill will. On the contrary, he rather enjoyed their meetings. She was always a challenge. On several occasions, she had actually escaped without him allowing her to. That was always entertaining. It was something Boba didn’t experience enough...a challenge. It would be a shame to waste such a great opportunity.
Perhaps the Force did influence their destinies.
Perhaps that is why the two of them seemed intrinsically drawn together.
Perhaps that’s why neither of them is really upset when they encounter one another.
Their paths have crossed before under less than pleasant circumstances. As long as the galaxy stayed in its current state, neither of them could see their encounters ceasing. They wouldn’t want them to, not really. Both their lives have been shattered. Nothing was the way it should have been...what either of them have been raised to believe.
It made the former Padawan wonder if there was any such thing as absolute truth. She’d been taught that only the Sith use absolutes. She was beginning to see why.
She was the padawan of one of the heroes of the Republic, Anakin Skywalker, who had, in turn, betrayed her and every one of her friends and mentors. He had personally murdered her peers and ended any semblance of structure in her life. She’d been on the run for a long time, though she was certain it was not as long as it felt. None of her lessons had prepared her for a life on the run. Hers was supposed to be a life of peace and wisdom, discipline and justice. Instead, she was a fugitive, which lead her to encounter people like him...the bounty hunter...Boba Fett.
He was so much like his father...yet so unlike his father. He was leaner and focused more on strategy and cunning than his predecessor. It made him more dangerous and unpredictable. Boba Fett made Ahsoka uneasy because...she could feel him smile even though she couldn’t see his face.
They would clash, of course, they always did.
They would match wits and skills against each other and, though she was hesitant to admit it, Ahsoka found herself slightly elated whenever the bounty hunter made an appearance. She shouldn’t, she knew. He was a danger to her, but she sense he had no intention of turning her in, which led her mind down a peculiar path, so she chose to focus on the task at hand....wiping that concealed, smug grin off of Boba Fett’s face.