[Legacy Of The Force] - 05(46)
Fett grunted. That was as near as she’d get to agreement. She could see his dread of mortal weakness.
“I’m not relying completely on drugs yet,” he said. “All the time I hurt, I know how far it’s progressed.”
Jaing was sitting cross-legged on the deck of the cargo bay, face-to-face with the animal, which was gazing into his eyes and making little whining, grumbling sounds as if trying to get him to understand something. He seemed oblivious to its smell. They both looked around when Fett and Mirta came through the hatch.
“What is he?” Mirta asked.
“You asking me or Lord Mirdalan?” Jaing held his gloved fingers up in front of the animal’s face, some land of signal that produced instant attention and made it lie flat on the deck. Jaing got to his feet. “He’s an it. Strills are hermaphrodites. I promised Mird’s last owner I’d look after it when he passed to the manda. Strills live a lot longer than we do.”
“Heard of them, but never seen one.”
“They’re nearly extinct on Mandalore. Mirdwell, you might say it’s a black ops strill. Saw a lot of commando action in a few wars.”
Fett shoved his thumbs into his belt in that Pm-fed-up-with-waiting pose. “When you two finish the nature lesson …”
Jaing had more lines, fewer gray hairs, and a heavier build than Fett. Mirta could see the cords of muscle in his neck. And he had no scars. He looked like a man who’d spent a lot of time in the sun without a helmet, and who’d laughed a lot. Genetically, this was Fett, but they couldn’t have been more different.
“Ain’t I gorgeous?” He grinned, and she realized she was staring at him.
“A vision,” Fett said sourly, and removed his helmet.
“I think I aged better, Bob’ika.’”
“It’s the fact that you reached this age at all that interests me.”
“So why do you want me? Need a loan? You’ve been looking for me for weeks, ‘cos I’ve been hearing all kinds of people putting out the word for me”
“I’m dying,” Fett said.
Jaing chewed over the news, head slightly to one side. “Sorry to hear that. You’re not the only clone who met a premature end.”
Fett usually cut to the chase. Now he stood silent for a while, jaw muscles twitching. Mirta wondered if he was hurt by the rebuff. She guessed that he was working up to the hardest thing he ever had to say.
He was. “I want your help, Jaing.”
Jaing just stared at him. The staring went on for a long time. Mirta wondered who would give in first. Then it went on a little too long.
“Oh, for fierfek’s sake,” she sighed. “It’s the cloning. His tissues are breaking down and he’s got tumors. He needs to know what stopped you aging at double the rate, because his doctor can’t help him and neither can the Kaminoans, not even Taun We.”
Fett pursed his lips slightly. “What she said.”
“So Taun We’s still going strong, too, the old aiwha bait. Well, well.” Jaing looked Fett up and down. “You had trouble with your leg, I heard. Had to have a transplant. Yes?”
“You’re very well informed.”
“I’m still a Tipoca boy at heart. I stay in touch with events in the old country.”
“What have I got to pay you to quit gloating and give me what I need?”
“No offense, but you can shove your credits where your armor don’t reach, Mand’alor.’”
“You don’t know what I need yet.”
“I can guess.”
“Ko Sai’s research.” Fett gave Jaing’s gloves a pointed glance. “Because I know you found it. You certainly found her.”
“You get more with honey than with sour-sap, Boba. Didn’t getting your head shoved down the ‘freshers teach you anything?”
Fett had no idea how to ask for help. Mirta wasn’t sure if it was some male bravado thing or just that he’d never learned, but he wasn’t getting far with Jaing, who seemed equally hard and obstinate.
“Can you help him?” she said. “Gedet’ye? Mandalore needs him alive, and so do I.”
The clone was still staring into Fett’s face. “Remember leading an Imperial force against clone troops on Kamino?”
Fett nodded, utterly impassive. “Yes.”
“You didn’t feel that we were family then.”
“Didn’t see any of you defending your brothers, either.”
“And you deposed Shysa, you hut’uun. The man who put us back on our feet as a people. Where were you when the Empire was bleeding us dry?”
Hut’uun was the worst insult any Mando could throw at another, but Fett didn’t seem to notice or care. Mirta found out more about her grandfather’s murky past every day. So there was no reason to feel her mother and grandmother had been singled out for his total disregard, then: he didn’t give a stuff about anyone, except his father, who seemed to have been elevated to an icon of perfection since his death. So Ba’buir fought against Ms own brothers. Maybe he hadn’t seen the irony. If he had, she suspected he’d made a point of looking the other way.