But Jango showed the Jedi why he had been chosen as the basis for the clones. He went with the flow of the tackle for a moment, then suddenly reversed his footing and his momentum, stopping Obi-Wan's progress cold.
Jango launched a left hook. Obi-Wan ducked and snapped out a straight right in response. Jango slipped his head to the side so that the blow barely grazed him. A short rocket burst had him in the air and spinning a circle kick out at Obi-Wan, who dropped to his knees and ducked it, then came up high in a leap, over the second kick as Jango came around again.
Now Obi-Wan snapped off a kick of his own, but Jango accepted the blow against his lowered hip and snapped his left arm down across the Jedi's shin, locking the leg long enough for him to drive a right cross into Obi-Wan's inner thigh.
The Jedi threw his head and torso back, lying flat out and lifting his left leg as he did, kicking Jango under the side of his ribs. A sudden scissor-twist, right leg going down and across, left leg shooting across the other way above it, had Jango and Obi-Wan spinning sidelong. Obi-Wan caught himself with extended arms as he turned facedown, broke his feet from their hold on Jango, and mule-kicked the falling man backward. Then, going down to the platform to launch himself right back up to his feet, he turned about and rushed forward, gaining an advantage on the off-balance and struggling Jango.
A right cross smashed the bounty hunter across the face, followed by a looping left hook that should have laid the man low. But again, with brilliant reflexes, Jango ducked the brunt of that blow and caught the surprised Obi-Wan with a sudden and short, but heavy, left and right in the gut.
The Jedi's right hand waved across between his face and Jango's, and he used a quick Force shove to throw the man back a step until he could straighten and find a defensive posture once more.
Jango came right back in, fiercely, wildly, kicking and punching with abandon.
Obi-Wan's hands worked vertically before him, hardly moving, amazingly precise, turning blow after blow harmlessly aside. He turned one hand in and down suddenly, taking the momentum from a heavy kick, then came right back up to lift Jango's jabbing fist up high. Then he snapped his hand straight out, his stiffened fingers smashing against a seam in the bounty hunter's armor. Jango winced and fell back. Obi-Wan launched himself forward, diving onto the man, going for the victory.
But Jango had an answer, firing his rockets and lifting both himself and the grappling Jedi up into the air. A burst of a side-thruster sent the pair out past the landing pad proper to the sloping skirt of the structure.
Jango's hands worked almost imperceptibly, twisting in and about the Jedi's arms and hands, expertly loosening Obi-Wan's grip. Then he fired his thrusters, left and right, causing a sudden and repeated jerk that broke him free of Obi-Wan's grasp.
Obi-Wan hit the deck hard and slid perilously close to the edge--close enough to hear the great waves breaking against the platform's stilts below him. He caught a hold and reached into the Force, using it to grab his lightsaber, recognizing that he was suddenly vulnerable.
He heard a shot from the side, not the screech of a blaster bolt, but a _pfizzt_ sound, and rolled as far as he could.
But not far enough. He lost his concentration, along with his grasp on his lightsaber, as a thin wire slid under his wrists, then wrapped about them, securing him tightly.
And then he was sliding, back up the sloping skirt and across the platform, towed by the rocket-man. With reflexes honed by years of intensive training, and with the Force-strength of a Jedi Master, Obi-Wan snap-rolled his body forward, back up over his outstretched arms, tumbling to his feet, then leaping out to the side as the towline again went taut, jerking him along. He rolled about a pylon and came back to his feet again, now having the leverage of the metal pole helping to hold him there.
Reaching deeply in the Force once more, he grounded himself, becoming, for an instant, almost as one with the platform.
Immovable.
The wire snapped tightly, but Obi-Wan didn't budge.
He felt the angle of the pull change dramatically as the rocket-man plunged to the deck, his pack breaking away.
Obi-Wan started around the pole, but stopped and shielded his eyes as Jango Fett's rocket pack exploded with a burst of light and a tremendous concussion.
* * *
"Dad!" Boba Fett cried as the rocket pack blew apart, his face coming right to the viewscreen. But then he saw Jango, off to the side and apparently unharmed, though tugging frantically against the pull of the wire--that was now being controlled by the Jedi.
Boba slapped one hand helplessly against the screen, mouthing "Dad" again, and then he winced as the Jedi slammed into his father, kicking and butting him, and both of them, locked together, went rolling off the back edge of the landing pad, sliding fast down the skirt and toward the raging ocean. Obi-Wan kicked and tried to find his way back to the Force, but Jango punched him repeatedly. He could hardly believe that the bounty hunter would waste the effort, with certain death awaiting them both at the end of the slide and fall. He managed to pull back somewhat and saw Jango lift one forearm, a strange smile on his face. The bounty hunter clenched his fist, and a line of claws popped forth from the armor.
Obi-Wan instinctively recoiled as Jango lifted that arm higher, but then the bounty hunter slammed it down, not on Obi-Wan, but on the platform skirt. At the same time, Jango worked his other hand, releasing the locking mechanism of the wire-launching bracelet, and it slid free of his arm.
He screeched to a halt, and Obi-Wan slid past him. "Catch a roller fish for me," the Jedi heard Jango say, and then he was falling, over the lip and down toward the raging whitecaps.
* * *
"Dad! Oh, Dad!" Boba Fett cried in relief as he spotted his father clambering back over the skirt lip and onto the platform. Jango climbed to his feet and stumbled toward _Slave I_, and Boba rushed to the hatch, sliding it open and reaching down to help his father aboard.
"Get us out of here," the dazed and battered Jango said, and Boba grinned and rushed to the control panel, firing up the engines.
"I'll put her right to lightspeed!"
"Just break atmosphere and take her straight out!" Jango ordered, and his words came out with a growl of pain as he held his bruised side. Then he noticed his son's wounded look. "Get the nav computer on line and have it set the coordinates for the jump," he conceded.
Boba's smile beamed brighter than ever. "Liftoff." he shouted.
* * *
Obi-Wan used the Force to grab the trailing, loose end of the wire that still held him by the wrists, and he threw that end out, looping it over a crossbeam in the platform structure. His descent stopped with a sudden jerk.
He glanced around, then began to swing, back and forth, gaining momentum until he was far enough out to pull himself free of the bond and drop lightly onto a small service platform, barely above the lashing waves.
He took only a moment to catch his breath, and then opened the door of the service turbolift with a wave of his hand. Even before the door opened at the landing platform, he heard the engines of the bounty hunter's ship roar to life.
He came over the lip, spotting his lightsaber immediately and calling it in to him with the Force.
But he was too late. The ship was already shuddering, ready to blast away.
Obi-Wan pulled a small transmitter from his belt and threw it out long and far at _Slave I_. The magnetic lock of the tracking device grasped on to the ship's hull just in time.
Rain and steam pouring all about him, Obi-Wan Kenobi stood there for a long while until _Slave I_ disappeared from view.
He looked around at the platform, replaying the battle in his head, his respect for this bounty hunter, Jango Fett, growing considerably. He understood now why Jango had been selected by Sifo-Dyas, or Tyranus, or whoever it was that selected him. The man was good, full of tricks and full of skill.
He had taken Obi-Wan Kenobi, a Jedi Knight, the man who had defeated the Sith Lord Darth Maul, to the very
precipice of disaster.
But Obi-Wan was still pleased at the way it had played out. He would track Jango now. Perhaps at the end of the coming journey, he would finally get some answers instead of even more riddles.
Chapter Nineteen
Boba sat quietly, sensing the tension, as _Slave I_ blasted away from Kamino. He wanted to talk about his shot with the laser cannon, about how he had knocked the Jedi down and sent his lightsaber flying away. But this wasn't the time, he knew, for Jango wore an intense expression that Boba recognized all too well, one that told him clearly that now was not the time for him to speak.
The boy rested back against the wall farthest from his father as Jango worked the controls, setting the coordinates for the jump to hyperspace. "Come on, come on," Jango said repeatedly, rocking back and forth as if urging the ship on, and glancing over at the sensors every few seconds as if he expected a fleet of starships to be chasing them away.
Then he gave a shout of victory and punched the hyperdrive, and Boba went back against the wall, watching the stars elongate.
Jango Fett slumped back in his seat and breathed a sigh of relief, his expression softening almost immediately. "Well, that was a bit too close," he said with a laugh.
"You smashed him good," Boba replied, his excitement beginning to bubble up again. "He never had a chance against you, Dad!"
Jango smiled and nodded. "To tell the truth, Son, he had me in real trouble there," he admitted. "After he dodged that explosive pack, I'd about run out of tricks."
Boba frowned at first, wanting to argue against anyone ever getting the upper hand on his father, but then, as he considered the moment Jango had mentioned, his frown became a wide smile. "I got him good with the laser cannon!"
"You did great," Jango replied. "You fired at just the right time, and were right there, ready to help me in when it was time for us to go. You're learning well, Boba. Better than I ever believed possible."
"That's because I'm a little you," the boy reasoned, but Jango was shaking his head.
"You're better than I was at your age, and by a long way. And if you keep working hard, you'll be the best bounty hunter this galaxy's ever seen."
"Which was your plan from the beginning with the Kaminoans, right, Dad? That's why you wanted me!"
Jango Fett moved over and lifted one hand to tousle Boba's hair. "That and a lot of other reasons," he said quietly, reverently. "And in every regard, in every hope and dream, you've done better than I ever expected."
There was nothing that anyone in all the galaxy could ever have said to young Boba Fett to make him feel better than those words from his father.
Jango took _Slave I_ out of hyperspace a bit early, so that Boba could have some time piloting the ship on the approach to Geonosis. For Boba, sitting in the chair beside his father, working the controls deftly, even showing off a bit, there could be no greater moment, and the boy was saddened by the sight of the red planet, Geonosis, and the asteroid belts that ringed it.
"Security's tight here," Jango explained, taking the helm. "It'll be better if I put her down."
Boba sat back in the chair without complaint. He knew his father was right, and even if he had disagreed, he wouldn't have done so openly.
He turned his attention to the scan screens, showing the composition of the asteroid field nearby, and some distant traffic around the other side of the planet.
He noted one blip in particular, disengaging from the asteroid belt and moving out behind _Slave I_. He didn't think too much of it at first, until a second blip appeared, right behind _Slave I_, though nothing substantial enough to be a separate ship.
"Nearly there, Son," Jango remarked.
"Dad, I think we're being tracked," Boba told him. "Look at the scan screen. Isn't that a cloaking shadow of our own ship?"
Jango looked at him doubtfully, then turned that skeptical expression upon the scan screen. Boba watched with mounting excitement as his father's gaze turned intense and he slowly began to nod.
"That Jedi must have put a tracking device on our hull before we left Kamino," he agreed. "But how? I thought he was dead."
"Someone's following us," Boba observed.
"We'll fix that," Jango assured him. "Hang on, son! Watch me put us into that asteroid field--he won't be able to follow us there." He looked over at Boba and winked. "And if he does, we'll leave him a couple of surprises."
Jango opened a side panel and pulled a lever, releasing an electric charge along his hull that was designed to destroy just such tracking devices. A quick look at the scan screen showed that the cloaking shadow had disappeared.
"Here we go," Jango said, and he dived _Slave I_ into the asteroid field, pulling a fast circuit over and around a nearby rock, then diving out fast to the side, rolling about a spinning boulder, and cutting fast between another pair. In and around he wove, with no apparent pattern, and a few moments later, Boba, who was still studying the scanner, announced, "He's gone."
"Maybe he's smarter than I thought and headed on toward the planet surface," Jango said with a grin and another wink. Even as he finished, though, the scanner beeped. "Look, Dad!" Boba cried, pointing out the blip, now inside the asteroid field, as well. "He's back!"
"Hang on!" Jango said, and he put _Slave I_ through a wild series of dips, climbs, and turns, then finished with a straight-out run, while uncapping a firing trigger and squeezing the plunger. "Seismic charge," he explained to Boba, who grinned.
But then the boy was screaming a warning as the forward viewscreen filled up with an asteroid.
Jango was already on it, turning the amazingly maneuverable _Slave I_ up on its end and running up over the giant space rock.
"Stay calm, son," he assured Boba. "We'll be fine. That Jedi won't be able to follow us through this."
His declaration was accentuated by a sudden flash and a jarring buck as the sonic charge detonated far behind them.
"He got through it!" Boba cried a moment later, seeing the Jedi's ship reappear on the scan screen.
"This guy can't take a hint," said Jango, who remained unrattled. "Well, if we can't lose him, we'll have to finish him."
Boba cried out again, but his father was in complete control. He put the ship down a narrow tunnel creasing one of the larger asteroids. He had to slow a bit to maneuver, and when _Slave I_ came out the other end, Jango and Boba saw the Jedi starfighter stream over and past them. The hunted had suddenly become the hunters.
"Get him, Dad!" Boba cried out. "Get him! Fire!"
Laser bolts burst out of _Slave I_, tracing lines all about the starfighter, which cut a snap-roll to the right and down.
Jango stayed with him, trying to line up another shot, but the Jedi was good, snap-rolling one after another, each time coming out near an asteroid and sliding behind it for cover.
Boba continued to urge his father on, but Jango kept his patience, figuring that sooner or later, the Jedi was going to run out of hiding places.
A fast dive, then a sudden turn back up, then a sudden roll and bank to the right had the Jedi moving behind yet another asteroid, but this time, instead of following, Jango cut in short of the rock and fired blindly past it.
Out came the Jedi's starfighter, right into the line of fire, and the ship bucked, pieces flying, as a laser bolt clipped it.
"You got him!" Boba yelled in victory.
"And now we just have to finish him," the ever-cool Jango explained. "There'll be no more dodging." He pushed a series of buttons, arming a torpedo and sliding open the tube, then moved to punch the red trigger. He paused, though, and smiled, and nodded for Boba to move closer.
Boba could hardly breathe as his father slid his hand onto the smooth trigger grip, then looked down at him and nodded. The boy punched the trigger and _Slave I_ jolted as the torpedo slid away, diving at the Jedi starfighter and taking up the chase as the starfighter bolted and tried to evade.
A few brief moments later, _Slave I_'s viewscreen lit up in the light of a tremendous
explosion, forcing Boba and Jango to shield their eyes with their arms. When they recovered and looked back, they we re greeted by pieces of wreckage and torn chunks of metal. The scan screen was clear. "Got him!" Boba shouted. "Yeahhhh!"
"Nice shot, kid," Jango said, and he tousled Boba's hair again. "You earned that one. We won't see him again."
A few deft turns had _Slave I_ out of the asteroids and speeding down toward Geonosis, and despite his earlier reasoning, Jango Fett allowed Boba to guide the craft down. Truly, this was no flight for a boy to pilot, but Boba Fett was so far above any ordinary boy.
* * *
Anakin traveled through great canyons of multicolored stone, across dunes of blowing and shifting sand, and along an ancient, long-dry riverbed. His only guide was the sensation of Shmi, of her pain. But it was not a definitive homing beacon, and though he suspected he was moving in the general direction, the landscape of Tatooine was vast and empty, and none knew how to hide among the sand and stones better than the Tusken Raiders.
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